Signing Bonus
A low whistle sung on her lips as she stared at the holo pad, it didn’t matter which way she tilted it in the sunlight it still read the court orders. Nima stared at it for what felt like hours, she had done a lot of karking shavit but reading Bline’s name on the summary-the woman couldn’t tear her eyes away from the aurebesh that spelled out Lieutenant Colonel. Her chest constricted painfully, hand raising to cover her mouth as she let her back hit the railing.
Served, it was one of the few things she had expected coming off the rotation. Misconduct on the field, she wanted to laugh honestly. Two punches, that’s all she had thrown. All for some dead kid-she should of put her boot down his throat. She tried to retrace her steps on each mission, they could have requested any other unit in the end. Nima snapped the holo pad up-fanning herself with the slim piece of tech. She was winded by it, Nima could pick apart a whole hell of a lot about the Order but it was funniest that this was the consequence they enforced.
It wasn't the first time she had dealt with the Imperial trapping, but petty offenses and mediating on behalf of another was a far cry from seeing yourself on stand. She hoped her men took it to heart, Nima didn't want to think there was a single man in any of the platoon who would put up with a shoddy order. Nima's frustration welled up behind her eyes, her shoulders shaking-wanted to rip her own cap off. A hot exhale escaped her-She chalked it up to making a quota.
The real criminals had gotten themselves killed and martyrized.
Cursing under her breath, it was too nice of a day for this and her eyes landed the backs of the military chaps, their silhouettes formless; marching off. COMPNOR was written all over it. Nima’s lip curled up watching them disappear through the facility. Standing on the edges of the lawn looking up at the construction, Castle Gladius was still rebuilding-Bastion itself was still in full swing of recovery. Has she cost herself that shoddy promotion?
The blonde dug her hand in to her coat pocket, turning her back on the rank and file that flooded the grounds. Her eyes roved over the communicator, biting her pride-she fucking hated Djorn Bline some days and could tolerate him fleetingly; when he decided to keep his mouth shut. Favor or not, good soldier or not, she didn’t trust him. It was the rank she owed any respect to, Nima’s brows rose and furrowed. The disbelief written across her face. Staring off the rampart, the woman grumbled finally punching in the code as she produced a smoke. The soft beeps dialed away and she contacted the bloody man himself.
It was some bantha shit, and she just had to know if he had acted on it. There was no restraining orders listed and maybe she ought to keep her head down, call in a favor from the 307th-Archer was the most reasonable. Yet the woman had reached the end of her patience. Maybe she’d chalk it up to resisting bad orders, but even then she wouldn’t see an end of a career.
A bitter snort escaped her, like she had wanted it-shavit she reasoned she could still make a killing as a stripper. The only difference had been the signing bonus and here she was, a decade later. The smoke burned between both teeth and she left it wedged there for a moment, listening to the signal message file through the options. Plucking the smoke and blowing a heavy cloud of smoke off in to the air-
“Lieutenant Colonel Bline, this is Major Appw’rii I need to discuss some matters with you please contact me-” she uttered into the recording, cutting the signal. Looking over the city, mega cranes dotted the main avenues. She could almost see where they had hit the roads during the siege. The corner of her mouth fell and the woman frowned-running a hand through her hair bringing the smoke to her lips. Agrippa would be laughing at her now and Lyra, she had to wonder what the General would of made of it. Grin and bare it like Yinchorr?
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