@astramessiah
he’s being escorted by a pair of stormtroopers. no funny business, says the tight grasp on their readied rifles. we don’t trust the bounty hunter scum, say the beads of sweat rolling down their necks. fett’s body says nothing, sealed behind the battered armor plates. another set of doors parts before them. the imperial ship swallows him deeper and deeper, dragging the hunter further to its rasping core. at the center of it all, a familiar authority resides, clad in armor and black.
❛ lord vader-- ❜ the stormtroopers announce their arrival with heads bowed. hunter’s helmet follows suit with a slight delay. fett doesn’t say a word, so the troopers reluctantly exchange a glance between themselves and continue: ❛ --he’s here about the payment. he delivered the jedi alive, we took them to the brig. ❜
