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Lieutenant Lyste yelped as a trooper pushed him down, making him drop his work. He hissed as he scrambled to get the datapads while the troopers all laughed at him, even while they walked off. He sighed and finally got the things he needed before standing up to carry on with his work.
From his office, Agent Kallus watched the abuse with a growl. He wanted to scold at the troopers for what they were doing, but he had to keep up appearances and had no choice but to watch the lieutenant take his leave. As soon as he was gone, Kallus closed his office door and headed to his desk to continue his search.
For some strange reason, the lieutenant had caught Kallus's interest and attention. Lyste was always pulled down upon, especially by the stormtroopers, who had some nerve abusing someone who had a slightly sigher position than them. It made Kallus curious to why the lieutenant still continues work despite the abuse.
So he searched. Searched and researched, went through the history of Lyste in the Empire's service. He found out that Lyste has always been abused, even when he was a cadet in the Imperial Academy.
Kallus was impressed by how much Lyste still strived to be Lieutenant. His curiosity on the man grew, and he began to search harder and harder, every night and day. He found about his life, his family and everything that the Empire kept in their history. With each of information, he felt his heart fall for the man more and more.
And he was determined for him to have him as his.
X
"Hey, there's the weakest lieutenant ever!" one trooper mocked as Lyste passed through the city.
Lyste was assigned to do some work around the city. Of course, he tried to put on some civilian clothes, so that he wouldn't be hurt by any Rebels that might be lurking inside.
Well, it didn't seem to keep the troopers away, apparently.
"Hey, weak-tenant!" another trooper came to him. "I thought all Imperial workers were to wear uniform,"
Lyste gulped. "I--"
"I bet he's scared of the Rebels!" the third trooper laughed. "He's so weak and stupid!" He then pushed the man down, causing him to stumble and fall.
Lyste merely sighed and waited for them to stop. He was so used to this that he didn't even bother to fight back, or even cry. He had wiped enough tears in his time as a cadet. Crying wouldn't do anything to help him, anyway.
Suddenly, a Tie Fighter flew across the sky of the city. All the troopers were alert and immediately ran after the Tie to assure that the Rebels didn't steal it or if the Rebels WILL steal it. Lyste took it as an opportunity to stand back up and dust himself off before carrying on with his work.
He soon made his way to where the Tie Fighters were all parked, along with some crates. He ignored the troopers that mocked and bullied him as he walked past them.
His job WAS to facilitate the area, after all. He would have to bear with them until he was called back to the office.
He walked around the area, watching as the Tie Fighter he saw earlier made it's landing in the middle of the area. He watched as the hatch opened up and the famed pilot stepped out. Lyste came forward and gave a salute.
"Baron Valen Rudor,"
"Lieutenant Lyste," the pilot returned the salute.
"Your due with a report to the Minister and the Governor (I ship this! I don't regret it!)," Lyste told him.
"Understood, lieutenant," Baron removed his helmet, bright blue eyes glancing at the man with a smile. "I will return for my next shift," With that, he turned to leave.
Lyste, on the other hand, was speechless. He felt himself breathless as those bright blue orbs spared him another glance before finally leaving the area. His face was as red as blood, his feet frozen to the floor as he watched the pilot until he could no longer be seen.
He was so lovestruck by the pilot that he failed to see the Rebels sneak into the area to steal the Tie Fighter...
X
When Kallus got the report of having ANOTHER Tie Fighter from the city, he was enraged.
"THAT IS THE FIFTH IMPERIAL VESSEL STOLEN THIS WEEK!" he roared out, grabbing one trooper with a tight grip. "WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?! WHO WAS TO BE IN CHARGE OF THE OPERATION?!"
"L-Lieutenant Lyste, sir," the trooper stammered.
Kallus paused for a while. HIS Lieutenant Lyste? Why would they blame his Lyste for all this? THEY were the troopers, after all! They were suppose to be the ones defending the Tie Fighter, not Lyste!
"Oh, and what were YOU TROOPERS DOING?!" he snarled. "IT IS YOUR JOB AS THE TROOPERS TO DEFEND THE FIGHTER! HIS JOB WAS TO WATCH OVER YOU ALL! YOU FAILED YOUR JOB ALL ON YOUR OWN!" he pushed the trooper down and took out his bo-rifle. "I WANT YOU ALL TO REPORT THIS TO THE GOVERNOR AND SPEAK THE TRUTH ON WHO IS TO BLAME! AM I CLEAR?!"
"Y-Yes, sir!" Shakily, the trooper scrambled up on his feet and ran out of the office.
Kallus waited until the trooper was gone. He let out a sigh and placed his bo-rifle back on his back then he exited his office and headed out into the halls. He looked around, trying to find the lieutenant.
He found the man in the hanger of the building, a bit ruffled up and dusted because of the attack earlier. He was carrying a data-pad as he made his way to Baron, who was waiting for another Tie Fighter to be assigned to him.
X
"Pilot Baron Valen Rudor,"
"Hmm?" Baron turned to the lieutenant. "Oh, Lieutenant Lyste. Is there something you require?"
"Erm, no..." Lyste tried not to blush when those bright blue eyes looked over at him. "I just want to say... I apologize for losing your vessel. I was the one in charge of the area, and I let the Rebels take it under my nose,"
Baron looked over at the other man for a moment before smiling. He clasped a hand on his shoulder and gave it a small pat.
"No need for apologies, Lieutenant. I could see that you had tried to stop the Rebel insurgents," he chuckled, dusting off the other's shoulder. "And if anything, I would blame the troopers. They had one job, and that was to stop the Rebels. Your job was to watch over them, with nothing but a comm, so no need to place the blame on yourself,"
Lyste was hopeful that his cap was hiding the blush lining up on his cheeks. He returned the smile, innocent and sincere.
"Thank you," he said. "And next time, I won't let the insurgents get away with the Tie,"
"The troopers will," Baron laughed. "but I know you won't,"
Lyste felt his heart flutter at the sound of the other's laugh. It made him laugh too, oblivious to the way the pilot stopped in amazement at his laughter with a deep blush.
X
Kallus narrowed his eyes as he watched the two interact. Who did this pilot think he was? Daring to steal HIS Lyste? Baron had NO right to do such a thing. He was merely a pilot!
"A-Agent Kallus!" a junior trooper ran to him. "Minister Tua is asking of you!"
Kallus grumbled and gave another dark glare at the two men at the hanger before turning to leave.
It was only one interaction, right? What could happen?
X
"Oh, I must take my leave," Lyste sighed. "I must report my side of the attack to the Minister to report to the Governor,"
"Oh, of course," Baron nodded. "By the way, Lieutenant, would you like me to teach you how to fly a Tie Fighter? It may be able to help you take back one that may be stolen by a Rebel insurgent,"
"T-Truly?" Lyste's eyes brightened in surprise. "I... I do not want to occupy you with such things,"
"It is no problem, don't worry," Baron reassured him. "How about after your report? I am sure I will have a new ship by then. What do you say?"
Spend more time with the man that seems to be stealing his heart? Oh, Lyste felt like he was in heaven.
His face was all red and blushy as he nodded. "Sure,"
What could happen?