Throughout all of this, Krennic watched Kraglin with an expression somewhere between fascination and disgust, or perhaps fascinated disgust, like a xenobiologist watching a particularly morbid and disgusting flesh-eating bacteria from some backwards Outer Rim planet. After all, Krennic is a scientist--an engineer and an architect more like--so he had that scientific curiosity, although clearly not as much as his old friend Galen, and he did carry himself with a soldierly mien than a scientific one.
"I've never heard of any of that either," he said, still observing Kraglin, managed to reined in the disgust somewhat. "Guess we really are at the crossroads between worlds and universes. Or so the pamphlets and the welcome party told me. Not the one who gave me all those sweets," he added, watching the other man moved towards the dumped sweets. Now this is xenoanthropology, Krennic never thought that he would be put in this sort of situation, but here he is. He probably should take out his datapad and make some notes. What an...interesting specimen. And the smell. It brings out the scientist in him, even if he's more into engines and weapons and machines than people and alien beings.
"It's Emperor Palpatine," Krennic corrected. "Stars know that if you pronounce his name like that and my Death Troopers are with me, I'll arrest you. But as it stands, I seem to have left behind in my universe...or whatever. Infuriating."
A brief pause, as he studied the other man some more. Contemplating putting more distance between them, too. "Did this Yondu guy kill you too? I mean I would, considering your smell. But you probably have your uses."
A mechanic, most likely, or a tech of sorts, Even when he was still an engineering student in Brentaal, Krennic had never been covered in that much grease. He's judging him so bad. "I've never heard of your ship. But that means you're a spacer, then," he said, tilting his head, the gears in his head turning. "Means you could get me out of here, since I don't trust all the 'just step into the right door and you'll end up back home' Bantha poo."
He paused for a moment, considering whether or not to introduce himself back, gauging Kraglin's usefulness. "I'm Director Krennic, of the Advanced Weapons Research Division in the Imperial Intelligence," he told him, grudgingly. "If you have a ship of sorts, you should consider borrowing it to me. I have a very important event to get back to."
i'm sorry he's a rude asshole
"I've never heard of any of that either," he said, still observing Kraglin, managed to reined in the disgust somewhat. "Guess we really are at the crossroads between worlds and universes. Or so the pamphlets and the welcome party told me. Not the one who gave me all those sweets," he added, watching the other man moved towards the dumped sweets. Now this is xenoanthropology, Krennic never thought that he would be put in this sort of situation, but here he is. He probably should take out his datapad and make some notes. What an...interesting specimen. And the smell. It brings out the scientist in him, even if he's more into engines and weapons and machines than people and alien beings.
"It's Emperor Palpatine," Krennic corrected. "Stars know that if you pronounce his name like that and my Death Troopers are with me, I'll arrest you. But as it stands, I seem to have left behind in my universe...or whatever. Infuriating."
A brief pause, as he studied the other man some more. Contemplating putting more distance between them, too. "Did this Yondu guy kill you too? I mean I would, considering your smell. But you probably have your uses."
A mechanic, most likely, or a tech of sorts, Even when he was still an engineering student in Brentaal, Krennic had never been covered in that much grease. He's judging him so bad. "I've never heard of your ship. But that means you're a spacer, then," he said, tilting his head, the gears in his head turning. "Means you could get me out of here, since I don't trust all the 'just step into the right door and you'll end up back home' Bantha poo."
He paused for a moment, considering whether or not to introduce himself back, gauging Kraglin's usefulness. "I'm Director Krennic, of the Advanced Weapons Research Division in the Imperial Intelligence," he told him, grudgingly. "If you have a ship of sorts, you should consider borrowing it to me. I have a very important event to get back to."