If everything went south after this call, Kylo would have to remind himself to punish both Huxes. Hell, he toyed with the thought of killing them both, Armitage especially for fucking things up as much as his decision did. And Lieutenant Storax for not alerting him of this decision earlier.
Tarkin continued to talk, a voice that now grated on Kylo’s ears. If they still had that damned superweapon, Eriadu, and any other planet directly allianced with Tarkin, would be next for demolition. Now that he won’t back down on Lothal? Kylo was set in his desires. Even if he didn’t first approve for General Hux to visit Governor Pandion on the planet, he had to see it through.
“Then it seems that our conversation is now over, Governor.” He turned off the holovid, and Tarkin’s figure faded from their sight. For a few seconds, Kylo stared at the spot where Tarkin stood, but his furious gaze focused on nothing particular.
Without warning, a roar of pure anger and desperation erupted from his throat, and an empty chair flung into the wall from his uncontrolled Force reaction. It wasn’t intentional. Kylo hadn’t meant to lash out like that, but his anger was hard to control when he was placed in a helpless position. “Prepare our ships for battle,” he barked at Reveille.
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“But how would you go about making it taboo? Something like this is so engrained in the culture of many planets, that I can’t see a feasible way of accomplishing this.” The culture of extremely populated inner planets such as Coruscant and Denon did not have this such culture, although Lavinia knew nothing of the underworlds of the planets.
She thought back to the holoprompter, and with an idea in mind, Lavinia stood up and walked back over to it. The screen lit up at the touch of her finger, and she perused the selection with haste, before Armitage had a chance to see what she was doing. Her selection was made, and the order placed. If he chastise her for her decision, then so be it.
“To make something as universally enjoyed as comfort food a taboo matter would be quite a feat. It’s easy enough to do it among those who are already used to obeying orders, but to try and instill that on the planets? I think that’s an impossible feat.” As she was done with the holoprompter, Lavinia lackadaisically strolled over in Armitage’s direction, arms crossed over her chest. “Maybe instead focus on those who indulge in this lifestyle the most, the elites of the inner world.”
Tarkin continued to talk, a voice that now grated on Kylo’s ears. If they still had that damned superweapon, Eriadu, and any other planet directly allianced with Tarkin, would be next for demolition. Now that he won’t back down on Lothal? Kylo was set in his desires. Even if he didn’t first approve for General Hux to visit Governor Pandion on the planet, he had to see it through.
“Then it seems that our conversation is now over, Governor.” He turned off the holovid, and Tarkin’s figure faded from their sight. For a few seconds, Kylo stared at the spot where Tarkin stood, but his furious gaze focused on nothing particular.
Without warning, a roar of pure anger and desperation erupted from his throat, and an empty chair flung into the wall from his uncontrolled Force reaction. It wasn’t intentional. Kylo hadn’t meant to lash out like that, but his anger was hard to control when he was placed in a helpless position. “Prepare our ships for battle,” he barked at Reveille.
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“But how would you go about making it taboo? Something like this is so engrained in the culture of many planets, that I can’t see a feasible way of accomplishing this.” The culture of extremely populated inner planets such as Coruscant and Denon did not have this such culture, although Lavinia knew nothing of the underworlds of the planets.
She thought back to the holoprompter, and with an idea in mind, Lavinia stood up and walked back over to it. The screen lit up at the touch of her finger, and she perused the selection with haste, before Armitage had a chance to see what she was doing. Her selection was made, and the order placed. If he chastise her for her decision, then so be it.
“To make something as universally enjoyed as comfort food a taboo matter would be quite a feat. It’s easy enough to do it among those who are already used to obeying orders, but to try and instill that on the planets? I think that’s an impossible feat.” As she was done with the holoprompter, Lavinia lackadaisically strolled over in Armitage’s direction, arms crossed over her chest. “Maybe instead focus on those who indulge in this lifestyle the most, the elites of the inner world.”