Ali Hadrix
Bad Boss
Supreme Commander Ali Hadrix sat on a small ottoman with her elbows resting on her knees, looking out through the large window of her office in Iritsa, the capital city of Chazwa; the capital planet of the Galactic Republic.
She had decisions to make, and quickly. New vessels were needed to bolster the fleet, and Ali knew exactly what she wanted. It would take funds from a number of worlds that remained members of the Republic, but she knew they'd be worth their salt.
Whether or not the owner would sell, particularly in light of the recent attempted regime change at the hands of the former Prime Minister Genevieve Lasedri. Many corporate allies had been seized and held practically hostage by the government until primary control had been wrested from Lasedri, for the time being. The woman had a large following, and whilst Ali had never known her as a person, she'd grown to trust Lasedri as a leader. Clearly, such an act had been a mistake, though Ali had no way of knowing at the time.
Now the Galactic Republic was split, not necessarily down the middle, but divided at the heights of its government nonetheless. Ali was fighting the other half of the Republic now, and had already decided to take her leave once order was restored.
CSAF was how she intended on making a difference, and she'd already gathered the personnel she needed. Ali would spend the next two years tucked away on Carida with the recruits she'd managed to scrape together, grinding and training until every shred of knowledge she had to give was engraved on the hearts of her Commandos.
But first she had to attend to the Republic's needs. Spies and scouts had gathered enough information to suggest an impending attack on one or more Republic worlds, and Ali intended to see that those worlds were well defended.
She had decisions to make, and quickly. New vessels were needed to bolster the fleet, and Ali knew exactly what she wanted. It would take funds from a number of worlds that remained members of the Republic, but she knew they'd be worth their salt.
Whether or not the owner would sell, particularly in light of the recent attempted regime change at the hands of the former Prime Minister Genevieve Lasedri. Many corporate allies had been seized and held practically hostage by the government until primary control had been wrested from Lasedri, for the time being. The woman had a large following, and whilst Ali had never known her as a person, she'd grown to trust Lasedri as a leader. Clearly, such an act had been a mistake, though Ali had no way of knowing at the time.
Now the Galactic Republic was split, not necessarily down the middle, but divided at the heights of its government nonetheless. Ali was fighting the other half of the Republic now, and had already decided to take her leave once order was restored.
CSAF was how she intended on making a difference, and she'd already gathered the personnel she needed. Ali would spend the next two years tucked away on Carida with the recruits she'd managed to scrape together, grinding and training until every shred of knowledge she had to give was engraved on the hearts of her Commandos.
But first she had to attend to the Republic's needs. Spies and scouts had gathered enough information to suggest an impending attack on one or more Republic worlds, and Ali intended to see that those worlds were well defended.
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