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He leaped. His boots roared. Raised high into the air, the naval officer tackled the Mandalorian. Both men tumbled toward the next rooftop. They grappled with one another, desperate to determine who would be the landing cushion. In the end, Sergei prevailed. With a loud thud, he smashed Daniel into the gravel-covered roof. A gasp escaped him. Without wasting a moment’s notice, the Imperial brandished his blaster pistol and aimed it at the man’s face.
“You seriously thought you could escape?” He chuckled and pressed the gun past his chin. “I hope you like the taste of plasma.” His thumb readied on the trigger and placed the barrel into his mouth. Daniel locked eyes with him.
Sergei gasped awake. Eyes wide, fingers clawing the sheets, he realized it was nothing but a dream. A terrible dream. Trying to catch his breath, he glanced down through the sheets and past his half-exposed figure. Then, he saw it. “Andraste’s tits.” He cursed before pressing the back of his head into the pillow. He held both hands to his face, desperate to hide his embarrassment and disgust. “You have to be kidding me.”
After few minutes of laying in bed, Sergei stirred himself awake. A trip to the wardrobe, a quick shower. He didn’t bother to shave. Unlike when in the Deep Core, the man didn’t have to care about maintaining a clean and professional appearance in the Outer-Rim. No less in Imperial Hutta, where the worst of the worst resided. Where he was now stationed after reports of rebel activity.
Loud knocking resounded against his door. “Commander Petrov, sir!” The voice bellowed through the thick plating. Decked in his usual armored figure with weapons in tow, he swung the door open and eyed whoever thought it fine to interrupt him at three in the morning. “Sir—“ A guard said. “—the HoloNet. It’s down. There’s riots in the streets. It’s a revolution!” Sergei paused to process what he just heard. “Wait, what?”
Next thing he knew, the man was out in the streets of Nar Shaddaa. Armed and ready, he looked to quell a growing riot. Little did he know that he would be coming face to face with his enemy, rival, nemesis: Daniel Solus. But he would be ready. He always was.
@Lucid