ooc: Just taking the failure on resisting the Emperor's Control
He had been busy that morning. Working, repairing his armor and pack. The Mandalorian Metal blaring as wss customary, especially when the Colonel was out.
The DUM droids were his companions, as he began to buff out the damage, to keep it shiny and chrome.
Then, something inside pulled at him. His eyes widened. Somethint was crawling inside his mind, he could feel it. Sweat beading along his brow, the Mandalorian dropped his tools, then crouched.
Breathing heavily. He didn't feel so good...
What's happening? Who... what... my...
His eyes narrowed.
There was one thing he hated. Dissidents. Traitors. They all stood to bring chaos while the Empire brought order.
This did not make him happy, knowing they were out there.
After all, Happiness is Mandatory.
The Emperor is your Friend.