When you come to entertain your self you want to make sure you are surrounded by the right pussies, I liked to have firm bodies who could confront the floor it exalted me to believe it was the very battlefield of mine, elasticity and physical consciousness it addressed to me without hiding or procuring problems by third people or third acts, it choreographed the material I desired to move with, to be moved by. It exercised an impressive beauty, shamelessly effortlessly thanks to the professional practice where each muscle worked it self to achieve perfection and this for its free expression, you see me and the Stormtroopers had few little things in commune to share.
The dancer alternately burned her lungs off as if in a last breath impulsing her arse down as her legs sliding, contorting her large while posing her arse in the air, whatever it was, there was precious movements I could coordinate my eyes with, she need it to c*ck the air to its full potency for the best bettor to come at her.
"Ridiculous." After hearing the message the commander said. "Would any of you care to explain me how long is he going to take?" They were standing aside the commander as I gave an eye catching group, there was nothing they could do, either I! the second man had his hands in his back nodding and stepping back as the others left with him. The commander learned as his aide was to never interrupt a conversation, the best approach was to position at a discreet distance if to win my attention, outside the group who left but inside the edge of mine.
Admiring the dancers, their tinny outfits, how they waved to the Universe in desires to be taken, at least they made us believe their bodies contained the spirits of the warriors, this dancers enrage us to fight and come back vigorous when there is no land, nor wife to attend your residence. The commander had no choice then to be pleased by the view as I did, the wait was barely more then what Kylo Ren said.
In this instance, stood up, my cat Millicent in my arms, it was at this very time when a quarter of the troops started to align at the Industrial Centre of the Supremacist. A few minutes latter had manage to walk through this corridor into Kylo's room, set down waiting for him to dress up, patiently, my black leather boots shinned more then his pale naked body, my Jacket firmly hangs down as I did tiredly suspending from above my superiority to his dangly free talks.
Interestingly nodded. "Yes, Kylo? So this girl you talk about has you all exited." Said bowing to his conversational phase as if I believed everything he said to be the top of my Universe. "No Kylo, you can't be the Supreme Leader until we finish Snoke, what do you think? That he is going to let you use the First Order's moneys to have us all waiting? No, don't say I'm toxic Kylo, I'm doing my job and you are just loosing my time with pretty ornaments who rule nothing to the masses." Crossing my legs openly listened to his diversion and lack of organisation. "That I don't make the rules? This are the rules of the Empire, the maps, it's guidelines."
Half an hour latter stood before the Stormtroopers, fascinated by their orderly unquestionable precision, the intriguing operation and the insights were recently involving new passages for us to enter. My eyes flicking over my shoulder, confirmed them as they started to manoeuvre into the starships, they ran with parallel range, the military was a journey, little meant the destination, we challenged the present and only. External events remained new as fresh obstacles. Once certain levels are reach, you have to maintain them. Kylo had his inner problems and relations, he was manageable as a child from his parents to Snoke, he will have to do a little more if to earn my respect.
"No" said eying the commander closely, it wasn't enough that he didn't have me the data. "We can easily and invisibly have them added into our distribution channels, we have provided sufficient coffee to the whole of the Galaxies. They are afraid of real wars, of loosing their liaisons!" Which suggested that a true war started to dispense pointing to either arms dealers and I wanted to be able to shoot them if not complied.
"Insurgents." The commander winced.
"Yes," Confirmed. "We have been profiling a number of them looking for markets in the Republic." He handed the file to me, holding the datapad started to control their names, they transfigured my face as I memorised them as burning Iron into the skin of an animal. There was a full report now, but in the centre it had highlighted a single word I kept in the front seat of my mind.
"Non of the myths ended well, when a General outsmarted his higher rank or right hand, non of stories are mine, Its sufficient for the First Order to have level its Integrity as such, without impediments to what its origin are and its victories." Said flatly "Never mind, there is still a long way to go, we'll make this work."