Captain Piett,” the General said in a voice that was everything Piett hated about the Imperial Forces. “You are now in service to his Imperial Majesty, Emperor Palpatine. You will be in charge of Repair Group 513cherek. While you are technically a member of the Imperial Navy, I have been tasked in overseeing you given your…unique circumstances.”
“Mah unwillin’ conscription, is what Ah believe ya mane, General,” Piett told him, easing himself slowly into a sitting position.
Veers didn’t even blink though the Doctor huffed at this disrespect.
“It would be wise, Captain ,” Veers said in frosty tones, “to respect the chain of command. Naturally you do not wish to be here, but the thing is done, and for your sake, accepting that and keeping your head down is the best option available to you.”
Not likely , Piett thought to himself. He’d always been a fighter. Surrendering meekly was not his speed. The first moment he felt he could make an escape attempt he would. But he must learn this ship and its layout and crew first.
“Be a good little slave then, is it?” he asked with equal chill to his voice. He held himself as straight as possible while sitting down and tilted his chin to stare right at the Imperial General.