(no dupes) Too many sweets. Just. Too many.

[directordisaster]

After the weapons' test on Jedha was a great success, that night (or what passes as "night" on the Death Star) Krennic is en route to his personal quarters to do a little private celebration. Technically, he throws a party in the officers' lounge, the one for high-ranking officers (although of course the petty officers and tech people are welcome to celebrate in their own lounges), but he avoided coming there right now since he heard that the Grand Moff is there, stealing his spotlight. Krennic knows that he can't possibly avoid him forever, but a drink or two from his own personal collection, and he would be gold dealing with his archrival and the bane of his existence. However, when he exited the turbolift to his level, he came out in a...strange place instead of the usual corridor with stormtroopers patrolling through it.

He ended up in the Plaza of the Nexus. He was first confused, then irritated, and started asking around (demanding more like) about where in the stars he is, and got the same explanation. Krennic couldn't really accept it, thinking that this was some sort of a weird dream or a holographic prank someone played on him (most likely Tarkin, to keep him out from his own party celebrating his own greatness), but while he is still in the phase of denial, a random someone foisted him with a bag of sweets, telling him "Happy Halloween" and left before Krennic could accost him, and then another, and then another. In the end, he ended up with too much sweets--foreign sweets that he had never even seen before--his hands full of it, and what's worse, one of those idiots who forcefully gave him that told him that he had a nice costume. They think he was dressing up for this weird "Halloween" event, whatever the kriff it is.

He should probably sit down, or drop all the sweets, or better yet, throw them to somebody's face since that's how infuriated Krennic is right now, but as it stands, he's currently standing in the middle of the plaza with hands full of sweets. Someone please help him. 

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[directordisaster]

Well, Krennic, after all, is one unusually expressive Imperial--a disadvantage in his line of work--and one can hardly hide disgust when faced with something so alien, especially when one has been indoctrinated to distrust and dislike aliens and alien-like beings. He definitely wanted nothing to do with Xevozz, now, and his gloved hand curled into a fist at what the other said next. He doesn't know what the kriff a gnome is, but it could only be an insult, and if there is one thing Krennic wouldn't stand, it was insults to his achievements.

"I don't know what the kriff you're talking about, alien," he spat out, narrowing his eyes at him. "But you are not only insulting me, you are insulting the entirety of the Galactic Empire. We are strong because of technology, not because of...arcane energy or magic or whatever it is you are talking about. You wanted to talk about magic? Look at the Jedi," he hissed, angrily. "They are extinct. Proof that 'magic' could only lead to weakness and extinction."

[back_in_business]

Very good, Krennic, he did intend for that to be an insult. What human wants to be compared to an undersized race of tinkerers? Nothing personal against the gnomes, of course, but their technology did have a way of failing in the most destructive of ways. Not at all reliable, not like Ethereal technology.

"Ah, my apologies," he replies with a rolling chuckle. He would not normally be so cavalier at insulting a high-ranking official of an empire, as that would be terrible for business, but he's likely already burned that bridge purely by the nature of his race. Besides, this is the Nexus. What influence does this man have without his beloved empire to back him up? "However, I can't help but notice a flaw in your argument. You speak of the Jedi, but they are merely wielders of this magic, yes? The magic itself, that cannot be extinguished. The air teems with it. Latent, plentiful arcane energy, just waiting to be harvested."

The air crackles around him briefly, leaving the distinct smell of ozone. "If you choose to ignore such an integral part of your universe, dear Director, then I'm afraid that your clever little invention is doomed to fail."