Displaced: the grey eyes of the force

“My lord are you ok?” A metallic voice asked as I slowly regained consciousness.
“Lord mercer are you functional? Should I call a med droid for assistance?”

“No I'm ok just give me a moment. What is the current reading for the ship. Everything good?” I say as my eyes start to focus and my headache subsiding although my ears were ringing still.

Looking around I find the deck of my dream ship the alderaanian marble columns and kashyyykian wood paneling making it look less like a bridge and more like a grand, yet somewhat humble, room if you ignored all of the computer panels and droids. Looking towards where the voice I see a PROXY droid staring down at me from where I was seated after my arrival.

“.......Are these readings to your satisfaction?” It said.

Standing up I dusted my robed cornered armor and spoke to the droid.
“How long was I out for, better yet how did I arrive and what is your designation.”

“In order you were unconscious for approximately twenty minutes and thirty two seconds. As for your arrival you appeared on the deck from a portal where it layed you in your unconscious state. As for my designation my operating identity is d3sm0nd0021.” The droid rattled out after my inquiry.

“D3sm0nd0021… I’ll call you Desmond it is easier to say.” I said absentmindedly.

“As you command master I will set me subroutines to acknowledge this designation.
How can I help you master?” The droid said as its eyes flashed briefly.

“No… well what were the ships reading I kind of had some ringing in my ears.” I said as I picked at my right ear with my pinky finger.

“Of course master, the ship is operating at one hundred percent, all droids, machinery, and materials are accounted for and we are nearing our destination, our arrival will be in seven days.” Desmond said as a list of these showed up on a data pad he produced from his chest storage.

“Huh that is great news this pad have everything stored on the ship?” I asked taking the pad and skimming through the diagnostic readings.

“ yes master it also shows what other ships we have currently attached and their inventory as well as directions to the different parts and docks attached to the ship...error system showed no knows designation for the ship nor an actual name...interesting. Master what would this ships designation and name be so I can log and clarify this error.” Desmond said as I sat down on a command chair, in truth looked a lot more like a command throne with how big it is, thinking of an effective name and everything.

After about ten minutes I came up with a decent names and class. “Ok well it’s classis basically a super star destroyer fortress that moves surprisingly fast for what is basically a massive space city. The name of it well it’s going to be called the harbinger of fate.”

After I was escorted to my personal sanctuary on the ship upon entering I made my way to what is considered the bathroom in Star Wars. Upon looking at the mirror my scarred face which after my transformation had a Viking style long beard with the ends of the mustache being braided and the middle being braided with a inscribed metal ring at the end. My hair which prior was a long braided Mohawk, My eyes stayed ,thankfully, the same, their gun metal grey was a welcome sight. My once partially unblemished face now was home to several scars, three over my left eye, one under my right crossing my nose, and another on my right cheek in the shape of a jagged x.

pulling my hood down I saw my favorite tattoo had stayed on the right side of my head, normally it would be covered by hair, but I shaved most of my hair off leaving the mohawk just before I left for the convention. It looked like a helmeted skull with two axes crossed behind it. And a dagger down through the skull itself. It was a tattoo me and several of my friends all got after graduation it was our way of remembering our old group from those days, calling ourselves vikings due to our similar heritage, all of us having ancestors from The various Viking tribes and clans. On the left side and looking to wrap around to the back of my skull was what looked like cybernetic parts. When I inquired to my pad it brought up several different cybernetics that I had apparently imbedded in me now. One being a super data store, the big one on my head a automatic language translator imbedded in both ears and surprisingly my left arm was an advanced cybernetic replacement which housed several concealed chambers for storing different tools or weapons.

Returning to the main part of the sanctuary I started off to the training room to train the various tutorials and training holograms had me getting up to speed with my newly acquired skills, at least I’d be able to use most of the skills, the ones I learned were the basic force augment abilities, jump, speed, strength, hearing, eyesight, and smelling. Next I focused on one from the sequel movies kylo Ren’s skill at force stasis. Next I learned sith lightning and started on how to tap into rage without it taking over before I called it for the time and left for a new section of the ship the foundry and workshop.

Arriving at the foundry and workshop I was greeted with the sight of thousands of droids of various shapes and sizes working on all manner of different equipment their were some working on weapons on various vehicles and others looked to be making armor, why I don’t know, but the majority seemed to be working on other droids, protocols, b1, b2, commando, astro mech, and even magnaguard droids. When I stepped up to a row of new magnaguards they all appeared offline, until a rather bulky anthro pony stepped next to me.

“Are they to your liking sir just finishing their programming now.” He said with a bit of gruff in his voice.

“Yes although I do have questions to their programming mind running me through the basics?” I asked as they all started powering on and forming at the line for their equipment.

“Yes sir the basics they are given goes as such. Protocol 1 they obey every order given by you and those you designed to give them orders. Protocol 2 they have some liberties to fulfill their tasks but ultimately that is it. Protocol 3 they are all set to sacrifice themselves to protect you and this ship. There are a few based around maintenancing themselves but it’s not important and they are programmed to use the armor if they think it will boost their chances at completing their objectives.” He said still ramrod straight and military in tone.

“Ah good, and what do I call you?” I asked looking to the stallion, noting his short crop mane was brown and his fur white.

“ my service designation is clone Srg2167734 but Desmond reported that you prefer nicknames over designations so just call me sarge.” He said saluting.

“Well sarge your doing a damn good job down here. In truth, how many clones are down here?”I asked surprised at that.

“Well a few but we mostly are put in managerial posts or in my case overseeing the troops. You’ll find a few in the hangers and the clone bay awaiting call for more clones. That is what those droids are working on.” He said pointing to the armor making droids.

“Oh well I’ll have to visit them soon, I’m going to be meeting with everyone from the different sectors later, I want you there with whichever droid or whatever clone is in charge.” I said as we walked to the elevators.

“Yes sir I’ll let them know have Desmond send me an alert an hour before that way we can get there in time.” He said as I stepped on to the lift. “ and sir it been a pleasure.” He added saluting.

“Of course sarge it’s been a pleasure from me as well and no need to salute when we’re not in a fight.” I said as the lift Doors closed.

My next destination was the main hanger and ship docks. Upon arrival I was floored at various ships stored in the massive hanger. Standing there for what was a few minutes, but what felt like hours I felt a tap on my shoulder turning I found several clones dressed in various uniforms on of which addressed me.

“Greetings, sir, I see your admiring the ships, was there anything we could help with?” He said with a friendly demeanor. This one had a horn and was white fired and short cropped like sarge wearing a flight officers outfit. A badge on the left read sky eye and designated him as the head of the fighter and bomber squads as well as the de facto trainer of the pilots.

“Yes I was admiring the ships we have an impressive complement, I take it the badges are to help me with identifying who you are and what you’re role is?” I asked which he confirmed with a nod. “Yes sarge did say Desmond sent out a missive about me exploring the ship and learning first hand about their work.”

“Yes each standing here is head of a different function of this section of the ship I focus on the pilots and droid ships training, heavy freight here focuses on transports and shuttles while factory line here is the head of small ship building and production and last but not least we have fleet commander broadside strike and chief engineer titan gear of the larger ship building crews.” Sky eye said as he gestured to each clone who in turn offered up either a salute or shook my hand.

“Yes as sky eye said my name is commander broadside I’ll be your goto for anything related to the fleet such as it’s strength and the one to send damage reports to you after an engagement.” The commander said as the chief engineer stepped forward.

“Like my colleague factory line I’m in charge of building ships for our use more importantly anything bigger than a large transport. If you have any demands for a particular ship talk to me or send a message and I’ll get started...on that note any immediate ship you want us to get started on?” Titan asked opening up a blank page for the order.

“Hmmm I have a few one I’d like a few quasar cruisers for star fighters to be docked in as for smaller if you would look into what a Naboo royal starship falls under I’d like to have one for me to land on a planet due to the sleek design. And a few imperial laat troop ships for extra security, never can be too careful right?” As for offense type ships a few corellian destroyers and a tector class star destroyer will be good enough for now.” I said as he listed off the ships looking between his pad and factory line.

“You won’t fly down?” Sky eye asked.

“No I’ll fly, if I’m just going out to fly around, but for diplomatic events that will be my ship unless it’s minor I’ll have another smaller crewed ship for that but later as I don’t want to overload them with demands, that’s just dickish.” I said as we walked down the side of the hanger.

A few hours later had me in another section where the cic and weapons readout were here I meet the crew, half clones the other half droids and they informed me of the various weapons emplacements and defense measures we had, afterwards they showed me video feeds from each gun which overall took three hours to do by that time I was tired and my head was beginning to ache from all the knowledge I had been told, even the cybernetic augments we’re needing time. Making my way back to my personal sanctuary I passed many more clones in different uniforms. Once I entered I found a few clones where standing at attention some male others female two stepped forward to address me.

“Greeting we are your personal staff for this section of the ship newly trained and sent by the proxy droid Desmond and the head of cloning.” The female said as she bowed. Her dress as grey with elbow length shirt and a skirt that went to her mid shin. She had brown hair that flowed down her back held back from her face by a hair band.

“Yes as my clone colleague said we are to be your personal staff for your every whim.” The male said dressed in a sharp grey suit. His hair was longer that the rest at the shoulder and slicked back. He had gloves on that had the fingers removed and open area where they were fastened.

“Ah so I take it you two are the heads of your respective groups?”I asked looking over the others. The lady’s were all gorgeous having well developed bodies, while the men were all fit and well trimmed.

“Yes I’ll be over the maids and female servants, my name is lily while his name is royal card he will oversee all butlers and male servants.” Lily said as she gave a polite bow. Royal giving a deeper bow.

“Ok well I wouldn’t mind a drink and some food it’s been a long day and I need it to wind down. Oh and if we have any could I get a bottle of good whiskey if we have any?” I asked as I moved to a rather fancy and extremely comfy looking chair in front of a holo screen and desk.

As the other clone servants went about doing as I asked lily and royal both stood of to the side while I leaned back and closed my eyes letting the past few hours settle for me to get a grip on my current position.

Well my old life is gone for this and well got to say it’s much different just wish I had some of my things from my world like my great grandfather grandpa and my dads metals from their service time. As well as their stuff they left me that would be great. I thought as my eyes were closed until I heard a click and opened my eyes to see several panels had shifted to reveal various old military items all of which i recognized and the items I was just thinking about as well as several different game cases and systems from my old world. A not appeared on my desk opening it it showed a simple message.

“ figured you’d like to keep this stuff so I added my own bit to it as well. best wishes, the mando.” I read out loud as my food was brought over and the drinks were placed. “Well that was awesome of them.”

“Indeed” both lily and royal said.

“So what else are you two supposed to do? Beyond being my personal maid and butler.”I asked taking my eyes off the relics of my past life to look at them both.

“Well Desmond was a bit vague when he called us for the job only saying attend to your every whim.” Royal said looking to lily who remained neutral.

“My every whim hmm? Lily come here.” I said as I watched here come closer her face never betraying her emotions, lucky I can sense her emotions which right now was very nervous.

“Yes my lord?” She asked right next to me.

Genially I grabbed her hand and tugged her till she was sitting on the armrest of the chair and leaned against her side my eyes closed and tears falling down my cheeks. her reaction was to gently rub my shoulder and pant my head as my episode of sorrow played out.