Revenchent
Dungeon Master
Well, that was fun!
The New Order, under command of one Darth Vulcanus had made a timely mistake. They had targeted the Confederacy, and instead, sprung their trap on the Liberty Concord. Many men had dies in the assault, and an important young fiery redhead was nowhere to be seen.
Calico never would have left under normal circumstances, but these weren't normal. His son had lost his mind in the middle of battle, and his men needed him. The evacuation had been quick, and flawlessly executed. Casualties stood around the thirty mark, with the rest of the combatants all walking away with wounds.
Now, the Concord's fleet hung over Abregado-Rae as it tended to do. It's people were well fed and well cared for. Word of the fight had been sent to both the Fringe, and the Republic.
Freedom had won.
Now, the Chieftain of Tal'verda stood on the bridge of the life ship. His face was illuminated on screens throughout the ship. His jaw was set, and a tired look was in his eyes. His shoulders were square, and his hands clasped on top of the wooden table he spoke from.
They had received a grim reminder indeed.
"Fourty Eight hours ago, the remnants of the Sith Empire ambushed our men. Good, patriotic soldiers who gave their lives to defend out freedom. I know many of you lost loved ones: fathers, mothers, husbands, wives, children and siblings. My fiancé herself was lost during the conflict."
His expression was stone cold, his voice solid and passionate. "But we won. Their force outnumbered out eight to one, yet we escaped. We will rebuild, we will survive. Our ideals will survive." His right hand clenched into a fist as he continued. "So take heart, for you honor the memory of those fallen. We will not be conquered by cultists, Imperials, or any other force the galaxy dares to throw at us!"
He gave a long stare into the camera, before speaking once more. "We will build more ships. We will train more soldiers to defend our great people. We will never be defeated, for the only thing that can truly destroy freedom, are those who take it for granted."
And thus, his speech was ended. The cams cut off around the flotilla, leaving Calico to sigh into his hand. He sat in his office overlooking the main city within the life ship. The doors remained unlocked if anyone wished to speak with him, and they undoubtedly would.
The Chieftain bit back a sob. So quiet and small, yet so significant. With a shake of his head, he opened his private intercom. Now was not the time for grief.
"Bring Zius in Corporal. Let anyone else come who wishes."
The New Order, under command of one Darth Vulcanus had made a timely mistake. They had targeted the Confederacy, and instead, sprung their trap on the Liberty Concord. Many men had dies in the assault, and an important young fiery redhead was nowhere to be seen.
Calico never would have left under normal circumstances, but these weren't normal. His son had lost his mind in the middle of battle, and his men needed him. The evacuation had been quick, and flawlessly executed. Casualties stood around the thirty mark, with the rest of the combatants all walking away with wounds.
Now, the Concord's fleet hung over Abregado-Rae as it tended to do. It's people were well fed and well cared for. Word of the fight had been sent to both the Fringe, and the Republic.
Freedom had won.
Now, the Chieftain of Tal'verda stood on the bridge of the life ship. His face was illuminated on screens throughout the ship. His jaw was set, and a tired look was in his eyes. His shoulders were square, and his hands clasped on top of the wooden table he spoke from.
They had received a grim reminder indeed.
"Fourty Eight hours ago, the remnants of the Sith Empire ambushed our men. Good, patriotic soldiers who gave their lives to defend out freedom. I know many of you lost loved ones: fathers, mothers, husbands, wives, children and siblings. My fiancé herself was lost during the conflict."
His expression was stone cold, his voice solid and passionate. "But we won. Their force outnumbered out eight to one, yet we escaped. We will rebuild, we will survive. Our ideals will survive." His right hand clenched into a fist as he continued. "So take heart, for you honor the memory of those fallen. We will not be conquered by cultists, Imperials, or any other force the galaxy dares to throw at us!"
He gave a long stare into the camera, before speaking once more. "We will build more ships. We will train more soldiers to defend our great people. We will never be defeated, for the only thing that can truly destroy freedom, are those who take it for granted."
And thus, his speech was ended. The cams cut off around the flotilla, leaving Calico to sigh into his hand. He sat in his office overlooking the main city within the life ship. The doors remained unlocked if anyone wished to speak with him, and they undoubtedly would.
The Chieftain bit back a sob. So quiet and small, yet so significant. With a shake of his head, he opened his private intercom. Now was not the time for grief.
"Bring Zius in Corporal. Let anyone else come who wishes."