Mierin stood over a camp of men, women, and machines. Hundreds if not dozens of people moved about, managing droids or working on machines. Each and every one of them was working hard, and each and every one of them seemed to be determined to finish their task. She knew why this was, it was because she was here. They were eager to please the Sith Lord, eager to show that Alderaan was loyal, that they would work for the Sith.
It was a necessity for them.
They needed to survive, and to survive they would need to show that they were willing to work for the Sith. It was a simple thing, a mentality that Mierin would exploit to the fullest. She wanted a new project, something that would protect her men.
Orin had informed her of what had happened at the Valley of the Dark Lords on Coruscant, and she had decided that such a thing could no longer be tolerated. Her people had been outgunned and outmatched, she wouldn't allow that to happen again. She wouldn't tolerate such things anymore. Her troopers would have the best armor, the best weapons, the best ships. Her Royal Guard would not flounder again.
She would ensure it.
“Orin.” Mierin said in her most authoritative voice, summoning the Commander.
[member="Commander Orin"]
It was a necessity for them.
They needed to survive, and to survive they would need to show that they were willing to work for the Sith. It was a simple thing, a mentality that Mierin would exploit to the fullest. She wanted a new project, something that would protect her men.
Orin had informed her of what had happened at the Valley of the Dark Lords on Coruscant, and she had decided that such a thing could no longer be tolerated. Her people had been outgunned and outmatched, she wouldn't allow that to happen again. She wouldn't tolerate such things anymore. Her troopers would have the best armor, the best weapons, the best ships. Her Royal Guard would not flounder again.
She would ensure it.
“Orin.” Mierin said in her most authoritative voice, summoning the Commander.
[member="Commander Orin"]