Captain Wells
'Til the Bullets Are Gone
Captain Wells half jogged, half ran, through the Senate building. He wore the Warden armor of the Grand Army and carried a PDW-M1 Neutralizer in one hand. In the other hand, he carried a small holodisk with the latest communications from Alderaan to Fleet High Command.
The majority of the Naval officers were either engaged or on deployment in various sectors of the Republic. What was there was the Reactionary Fleet, but the commander had taken ill. Wells knew of one individual who could authorize the fleet to move, though. He was heading there now.
Wells burst through the doors and tossed a quick salute, letting the Neutralizer hang on a three-point sling.
"Sir, message from Alderaan. They're asking for the fleet to launch an assault on Alderaan, sir," he said, his accent clear as day.
[member="Vaudin Miir"]
The majority of the Naval officers were either engaged or on deployment in various sectors of the Republic. What was there was the Reactionary Fleet, but the commander had taken ill. Wells knew of one individual who could authorize the fleet to move, though. He was heading there now.
Wells burst through the doors and tossed a quick salute, letting the Neutralizer hang on a three-point sling.
"Sir, message from Alderaan. They're asking for the fleet to launch an assault on Alderaan, sir," he said, his accent clear as day.
[member="Vaudin Miir"]