Darth Incus stormed into the room and slammed a file down on the table triumphantly. "It works!" He declared.

Mallious looked up boredly. "What works?" He asked.

"The test for complete molecular reversal."

"Molecular disengagement, molecular disengagement, we agreed on'that." Mallious whined.

"You agreed on that." Incus retorted. "I never said everything."

"Whatever." Mallious rolled his eyes beneath his mask. "Anyway, how was it?"

"Perfect." Incus said. Mallious could almost see his eyes shining with triumph. "The X-Wing disappeared completely."

Mallious sat up straighter. "X-Wing, huh?" He asked. "Interestin'... anythin' else happen?"

"There was a flash of light," Incus reported, looking over the file, "as expected but apart from that, nothing."

Mallious slouched down. "Borin'." He whined. "No scream of pain? No cry for help?"

Incus shook his head. "No time." He said. "It's a silent array of pain and then disappearance. Besides, it wouldn't've mattered. No one can here you scream out here." Incus gestured to the windows.

Mallious glanced out at the galaxy. Nothing new, he'd seen it a hundred times. Same old stars and planets. Only now, there was something different about it. Now, he could rule it all.

Mallious was grinning as he turned back to Incus. "When do we set it big?" He asked.

"That's just the problem." Incus said. "We can't 'set it big' because someone killed our head engineer."

"He was pissin' me off, what were I meant to do?" Mallious asked. He sighed and slumped back in his chair. "Well, now what? We can't magnify the shit we already got, can we?"

Incus shook his head. "Not without using a huge amount of unnecessary power..." He said quietly.

"Then what?" Mallious asked. "We ain't got nothin' to do now. We need a new engineer or somethin'."

Incus lifted his head slowly. "What was that?" He asked.

"I'm just sayin' we need a new head engineer or somethin', that's all." Mallious said.

"That's it!" Incus yelled, hitting the table suddenly. "A new engineer... and best thing is, I already know someone."

Virgil winced as he heard a crash from above.

"Princey, what the fuck are you doin'?!" He yelled. When no reply came, he scrambled out of the engine room, dark mutterings on his lips.

"Princey, if you've broken anythin', I'm goin' to kill you." He growled.

"What, with your Sith powers?" Roman asked. He was half-covered in raw hieglum and sitting, dazed, with his legs out in front of him.

Virgil grabbed his shirt and dragged him up. "If I had Sith powers, I wouldn't be stickin' around with ya, would I?" He hissed. "I let ya live, dinn't I? I knew ya was Resistance and I still let ya live." He shoved Roman back. "That don't soun' like I'm from the Empire, do it?"

Roman didn't reply. Instead, he seemed far more focused on trying to get the hieglum out of his hair. Virgil rolled his eyes.

"Ya idiot, ya'll never get it out like that." He said. "It's raw hieglum."

"Raw what?" Roman asked.

"Hieglum." Virgil said. Roman blinked at him. Virgil rolled his eyes. "High-lum. That's how ya say it."

"Okay." Roman said slowly. "How do I get rid of it?"

"Has to be burnt out."

If Roman hadn't already been practically against the wall, he would've backed away. "No way, you're not burning my hair!"

Virgil rolled his eyes. "It's a special flame, dipshit. Touches the hieglum but nothin' else."

"I'm not damn risking it!"

Virgil rolled his eyes again. "Fine." He said. "But it stains. Ya'll wake up tomorrow and ya'll have purple hair."

Roman paused. "Will it look good?"

Virgil rolled his eyes. If he rolled his eyes anymore, he'd probably roll them right out of his head. "No, it won't look good, Princey!" He snapped. "What... What even happened here?"

Roman shrugged self-consciously. "I wanted to grab a kip before we got supplies but a damn barrel had to go and fall on me."

Virgil sighed and shook his head. "Ya're an idiot." He said. "And ya'd better be glad I'm doin' anythin' for you without an apology." He shook his head again and left the room. "Don't touch anythin' til I'm back, got it?" He yelled after him. "Don't need more of a mess."

Sorry this chapter's so late and... this.
Bye,
Blaize