Noah Corek
Cocked, Locked and a Smoking Barrel
Carida
Twenty-Five Kilometers outside of the Capital
Corek Family Home
Saturday
0630
Noah sighed as he poured over the mass of reports about a various amount of things. After action reports, casualty figures, battle damage assessments, equipment reviews and all the other trappings that came with the paperwork side of being a general in a military. Of course why was Noah doing this on a Saturday morning? Insomnia. For the last few weeks he had been suffering from a bout of insomnia, it was a problem Noah had since he had left the Commandos in his old days in the Galactic Republic.
Every few months he'd suffer the condition and it would last for a few days. It used to be a thing Noah wouldn't worry about and just suffer through it by himself. Of course after his marriage to [member="Alexandra Feanor"] it became something that he finally started to have help with. During the usual week-long bouts Alex would wake up with him, much to his insistence that she should sleep, and help him relax and get back to sleep. Of course that had all changed when Morgan and Junior were born.
Sometimes the insomnia had served to help because Noah was awake and was there to care for the twins while Alex could get some extra sleep. Other times Noah mulling around the house had served to agitate the children. None of this had affected Noah and Alex's marriage of course, their bonds were too strong for that, but it made Noah feel a little uneasy. So when the twins were a few months old Noah had come up with a system. Whenever he was suffering from another bout he'd simply sequester himself away in his and Alex's private study and do paperwork or work on various weapon and armor blueprints.
Sighing once again Noah began to sift through another mountain of reports and leaned back into his chair.
Twenty-Five Kilometers outside of the Capital
Corek Family Home
Saturday
0630
Noah sighed as he poured over the mass of reports about a various amount of things. After action reports, casualty figures, battle damage assessments, equipment reviews and all the other trappings that came with the paperwork side of being a general in a military. Of course why was Noah doing this on a Saturday morning? Insomnia. For the last few weeks he had been suffering from a bout of insomnia, it was a problem Noah had since he had left the Commandos in his old days in the Galactic Republic.
Every few months he'd suffer the condition and it would last for a few days. It used to be a thing Noah wouldn't worry about and just suffer through it by himself. Of course after his marriage to [member="Alexandra Feanor"] it became something that he finally started to have help with. During the usual week-long bouts Alex would wake up with him, much to his insistence that she should sleep, and help him relax and get back to sleep. Of course that had all changed when Morgan and Junior were born.
Sometimes the insomnia had served to help because Noah was awake and was there to care for the twins while Alex could get some extra sleep. Other times Noah mulling around the house had served to agitate the children. None of this had affected Noah and Alex's marriage of course, their bonds were too strong for that, but it made Noah feel a little uneasy. So when the twins were a few months old Noah had come up with a system. Whenever he was suffering from another bout he'd simply sequester himself away in his and Alex's private study and do paperwork or work on various weapon and armor blueprints.
Sighing once again Noah began to sift through another mountain of reports and leaned back into his chair.