Jackdon was already on patrol, marching back and forth before the garrison, as did the PeFauna at the prison, at the palace, and at the supply depots. He grinned at the satisfaction that came from the heavy security Despayre had to offer. TIEs as far as the eye could see, PeFauna, stormtroopers, you would think that the planet was a military resort in itself.
Jackdon, dressed formally in his perfect black royal guard looking clothes patrolled past the garrison once more, and this time saw the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START-->
Liquid Snake<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, their ex-operative Snake's ship, pull onto the planet. He did not know the man formally and with thus would not question him, he'd leave that to other guards.
It was then he saw his old friend, Myrdar approach him, and his hand went up to greet him and he foolishly left his post...Snake slipped by him.
"Myrdar my old friend, what're you doing here?" he asked the storm trooper, who's helm was removed. Myrdar smacked his friend's hand and clenched his fist around it.
"Hey hey, I just got reassigned from Yaga Minor, can you believe that?" he said excitedly.
"Did you put in a request?"
"Nah, I was happy wherever I was," Myrdar responded, looking down at the ground. The two were lost in conversation, and with thus Snake had gotten by with no issues.
The stormtroopers patrolled back and forth dignifiably. They were proud of their incredible posture, their ability to stay in perfect ranks with no issues. Sometimes they even believed they were more disciplined than Fearsons' royal PeFauna.
Captain Willard came up to one of the commanders, whom was patrolling equally as perfectly. "How goes the patrol Commander?" he asked. Immediately the commander snapped to attention and saluted with his weapon across his chest.
"Sir, there are no disturbances as of yet," he responded. Willard nodded.
"Good keep your eyes open," he said, and began to walk off. The commander went back to his patrols, watching the palace and several structures Imperial City had to offer.
