Milton Clokk closed his eyes. His feet rested on the table in front of him as he leaned the little metal chair onto its back legs. He was no lover of opulence, but the barracks here were better suited to cavemen than soldiers. A couple of chairs and tables tossed about the room, some in front of viewscreens, some off by themselves, a miniature discball board, and a couch with springs.<em>Springs</em>, in this day and age. He knew this because two of them were sticking out of the left cushion.<br/><br/>But here was just as good as anywhere else, he knew. It wouldn't be long before he was off subjecting, or pacifying, as he was finding it increasingly difficult to call it, another world. For peace. But the sooner the better--these Sith folk gave him the creeps. He'd worked with a couple of them on the battlefield, fought under one particularly effective Sith general, but that was it. Most of his time in the Navy was spent under the command of standard officers. It was a large fleet, and there were only so many Sith. Here, though, they were everywhere. They stalked around, scowling and glaring and brooding, making things float and reading their logs. He didn't like it a single bit. He had no control of their magic, no way to stop them. It served no one to be paranoid, but he'd heard of the things the Sith could do. They were able to shoot lighting from their hands and the "Force" augmented their physical abilities, sure, but he'd heard rumors. Soldiers that weren't sure of their commands disappeared. Or worse, they reappeared, but it wasn't them. They were different.<br/><br/>He tapped the butt of his pistol against his head softly and leaned his chair further back. His boots clicked on the table when he adjusted his feet, and he knew that he should clean them. It wasn't a particularly clean planet, and patrol didn't always keep you on the sidewalk. He'd tossed his chestplate onto his bunk after his shift, but had kept his grieves on. What did it matter? This shithole of a lounge was dirty, anyway. He hadn't seen any janitors, now that he thought about it. The Sith must clean their rooms with magic.<br/><br/>"Damned Sith," he mumbled. He opened his eyes and looked around. No one.<br/><br/>Couldn't ever be sure when a Sith was watching.