Ak'lya
That one kid
"Are you in the command comms yet?" His face twisted in pain as he tried to look over his shoulder. Natasha nodded, walking over to him.
"You really should be I'm the medbay." · She commented, resting a hand on his good shoulder.
"I can rest once this is over." Without another word, he turned his attention to the screen. Voices of commanders chimed in, as they pleaded for reinforcments and support, or sometimes just for evacuation. "Meneth, you're outgunned. Your troops are looking ground across the planet. And your body count...." his voice trailed off. "I don't want to think about it."
"Strask? How did you get on this channel?" The shock in her voice would be apparent to even the most inept of people.
"I'm a Spymaster. Are you really surprised?"
"What do you want, murderer?" Her voice was cold now.
"I want this to end. I want the bloodshed to stop." Pain seeped into his words. It took a few moments for any reply to come. Not even the generals interrupted the tense silence.
"Then call off your troops."
"I can't." A loud sigh escaped him. If only it we're that easy. "They're not mine to command. Look. All the Imperium wants is the planet. Give it up, and I can promise all of your people safety from my peers."
"And what of me?" Her voice was icy cold, the bitterness and hatred of someone who see saw as lesser than her cutting through her words.
"The Imperator will deal with you as he sees fit."
"You mean he'll kill me."
"Yes." He held his head in his hands, the hologram on her desk showing an exasperated man at the end of his rope. "Meneth, we both know it's the best way to save our people."
"My people, Zenethian. You gave up on the bothans long ago."
"Do you think I want any of this?" He cried, anger resulting from him. "Do you think I want to watch the men I have worked with to protect the galaxy slaughtering my people?" His voice would drop to a low tone. "We both know you just don't want to give up power." There was silence as thick as a starship hull for a full minute before one of the generals spoke.
"I surrender if you will treat my men fairly."
"I will see it so." One by one, they surrendered until only Meneth was left. She was silent. Pulling her image up on the silkscaeen, she noticed one of her mercennries holding a gun to her head. "Young woman, bring her to the armored man outside and I'll find you a permanent job with us." She nodded, and the line closed. Giving a loud sigh, Strask leaned back.
"Now will you go to the medbay, old man?"
"Yeah, yeah." He gave a small smile as she helped him up. "You do realize you'll be doing more legworo now, right?“
"You really should be I'm the medbay." · She commented, resting a hand on his good shoulder.
"I can rest once this is over." Without another word, he turned his attention to the screen. Voices of commanders chimed in, as they pleaded for reinforcments and support, or sometimes just for evacuation. "Meneth, you're outgunned. Your troops are looking ground across the planet. And your body count...." his voice trailed off. "I don't want to think about it."
"Strask? How did you get on this channel?" The shock in her voice would be apparent to even the most inept of people.
"I'm a Spymaster. Are you really surprised?"
"What do you want, murderer?" Her voice was cold now.
"I want this to end. I want the bloodshed to stop." Pain seeped into his words. It took a few moments for any reply to come. Not even the generals interrupted the tense silence.
"Then call off your troops."
"I can't." A loud sigh escaped him. If only it we're that easy. "They're not mine to command. Look. All the Imperium wants is the planet. Give it up, and I can promise all of your people safety from my peers."
"And what of me?" Her voice was icy cold, the bitterness and hatred of someone who see saw as lesser than her cutting through her words.
"The Imperator will deal with you as he sees fit."
"You mean he'll kill me."
"Yes." He held his head in his hands, the hologram on her desk showing an exasperated man at the end of his rope. "Meneth, we both know it's the best way to save our people."
"My people, Zenethian. You gave up on the bothans long ago."
"Do you think I want any of this?" He cried, anger resulting from him. "Do you think I want to watch the men I have worked with to protect the galaxy slaughtering my people?" His voice would drop to a low tone. "We both know you just don't want to give up power." There was silence as thick as a starship hull for a full minute before one of the generals spoke.
"I surrender if you will treat my men fairly."
"I will see it so." One by one, they surrendered until only Meneth was left. She was silent. Pulling her image up on the silkscaeen, she noticed one of her mercennries holding a gun to her head. "Young woman, bring her to the armored man outside and I'll find you a permanent job with us." She nodded, and the line closed. Giving a loud sigh, Strask leaned back.
"Now will you go to the medbay, old man?"
"Yeah, yeah." He gave a small smile as she helped him up. "You do realize you'll be doing more legworo now, right?“