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Decided to start writing again. Below is a small excerpt of a fanfic I'm writing involving Grand Moff Tarkin. Enjoy. -Tarkin sat quietly within the bowels of his office. Apart from the low humming of passing Star Destroyers the room was virtually silent. Secluded and cut off from the rest of the station, which is how he preferred it. Tarkin stared down at the various reports and requisitions written on sheets of flimsi. For a breif moment he glanced over at his holopad,which lay quietly in its place on the glossy black desk. He knew he could easily access these reports and so much more with it, yet he preferred this outdated approach more. Running his thin fingers along the sides of the paper-like material, Tarkin took comfort in knowing it was tangible and not some digital figmintation that could be instantly erased with the swip of a finger or gesture of the hand. Something real. His concentration was interrupted however as his office door opened with a hiss. In walked a sharply dressed Lieutenant, whose military composure seemed to change slightly as he took a few cautious steps into the room. Tarkin continued to read as if unaware of the officers presence. Moving only his eyes, this intimidating statue of a figure finally gazed up from the reports he held and meet the Lieutenants uneasy stare. Noticing how uncomfortable he was, Tarkin sternly asked, "..Is there a problem, Lieutenant?" The officer was silent momentarily before he finally mustered the courage to speak, "..Sir, I..." With an angry jolt, Tarkin rose from his seat with surprising speed, silencing the officer and causing his to take a slight step back. "I am not Sir." Tarkin barked. "Sir is a title you reserve for useless people. I am Moff Tarkin. And you will address me as such." he coldly demanded. "Do I make myself clear?" "..Yes..Moff Tarkin." the officer instantly responded in military fashion. "..Good." Tarkin replied as he clasped his hands firmly behind his back. "Now, what is it?"