Alkor Centaris
Son of Liberty
Worlds covered entirely by expansive cityscape and commerce were easily Alkor's least favorite. Druckenwell had once been patrolled by Galactic Alliance forces, but in the wake of their bitter defeat by the Sith, the world had fallen into economic crisis. With efforts by the Confederacy to bring the planet into their fold, corporations like BlasTech had shown an effort toward resurgence into the galactic market.
In order to assure that the newest project by the arms dealer brought good money into their borders, the Confederacy had assigned a contingent of their finest Security Forces to oversee operations while the corporate sector worked to fulfill their promise of new and exciting goods: goods that the CIS would benefit from long term and short term.
The CDF was long overdue for an upgrade in personal armor, and the stores had just opened up shop with the premiere designs on display for all the big spenders to peruse. Alkor found himself filled to overflowing with ennui as he watched the denizens of Druckenwell trip over themselves to be at the front of the line.
As daylight faded and the busy hours passed, several stores closed up shop with signs that read "Sold Out" hung in their windows. It had largely been a successful operation. They would do it all over again tomorrow.
Alkor knew the news would go over well with the Viceroyalty.
"Lord Marshall," greeted one of the Defense Force Corporals who had been assigned to his unit. "We've finished doing our routine checks in this sector. Please advise."
"We'll be moving downtown next, Corporal," Alkor told him. "The lower end shops most likely have not done so well for themselves, and there have been reports of petty crime over the last few weeks. Anticipate that we may see a break in or two on the next watch."
"Sir!" The man snapped off a quick salute and went to instruct his subordinates. Alkor reached for his datapad. Even a small crime would have been more exciting than glorified guard duty. He thumbed through the screens quickly and sighed.
"Two weeks worth of this?" he asked quietly. "Can't we go back to fighting a war?"
Vyri
In order to assure that the newest project by the arms dealer brought good money into their borders, the Confederacy had assigned a contingent of their finest Security Forces to oversee operations while the corporate sector worked to fulfill their promise of new and exciting goods: goods that the CIS would benefit from long term and short term.
The CDF was long overdue for an upgrade in personal armor, and the stores had just opened up shop with the premiere designs on display for all the big spenders to peruse. Alkor found himself filled to overflowing with ennui as he watched the denizens of Druckenwell trip over themselves to be at the front of the line.
As daylight faded and the busy hours passed, several stores closed up shop with signs that read "Sold Out" hung in their windows. It had largely been a successful operation. They would do it all over again tomorrow.
Alkor knew the news would go over well with the Viceroyalty.
"Lord Marshall," greeted one of the Defense Force Corporals who had been assigned to his unit. "We've finished doing our routine checks in this sector. Please advise."
"We'll be moving downtown next, Corporal," Alkor told him. "The lower end shops most likely have not done so well for themselves, and there have been reports of petty crime over the last few weeks. Anticipate that we may see a break in or two on the next watch."
"Sir!" The man snapped off a quick salute and went to instruct his subordinates. Alkor reached for his datapad. Even a small crime would have been more exciting than glorified guard duty. He thumbed through the screens quickly and sighed.
"Two weeks worth of this?" he asked quietly. "Can't we go back to fighting a war?"
Vyri