Meanwhile in a Dark and Evil Place - Part 2

The far away hum of engines is the only audible sound in the chamber as a dark robed figure gazes into a large ebony crystal. But, the troopers that guard the turbolifts in this chamber talk about another noise, one that is only heard when their master is deep in concentration. They disagree about the words, each trooper has his own interpretation of the words. But they agree on the feeling, a deep bass growl that can loosen your joints, and various other parts of your anatomy. Just a few minutes of that noise means the loss of at least one nights sleep, and probably more.

Blackhole turns his gaze on the nearest trooper, "Bring the Hand to me, now."

The trooper turns and moves quickly for the lift, relief at being able to leave the chamber hidden by his black armored helmet. He is surprised by another robed figure waiting for him as the turbolift reaches its destination level.

"He has requested your presence." The trooper manages to stammer and get out of the way as the figure moves purposefully to take his place in the turbolift.

"I hear and obey my Master," he mutters as he pushes the buttons that will take him to the chamber. "His voice never leaves my thoughts."

The trooper leans against a bulkhead and contemplates that there are worse things than standing guard duty in Blackhole’s chamber.