The Dead Commander
It had been a wild week. Lothal seemed to be the center of attention as of late. Historically, this was never a good thing for the planet. With the Empire moving in to secure the planet's doonium and the Galactic Alliance stepping in to halt their plans, the small Outer Rim world found itself the battlegrounds for yet another war. Ever since before the Battle of Yavin, the citizens of the planet suffered from the endless cycle of occupation and military conflict. Frankly, they were tired. Fynch new this all to well. It was his home, after all. He had seen this cycle play out over his thirty-seven year lifetime. It was exhausting, but now he felt that the greater powers of the Galaxy had crossed a line. The last thing he wanted was for Lothal to be dragged into yet another conflict. This Cold War was the last thing his people needed. As Commander in Chief of the Lothal Protectorate, he had a duty to ensure the security that the people of the backwater world so desperately desired.
As soon as he could, following the initial battle on Lothal's soil, Commander Fynch made efforts to connect with the Galactic Alliance's leadership. In this instance, the the move to route Imperial operations had been under the leadership of Valery Noble, Sword of the New Jedi Order. While the assistance was greatly appreciated, Fynch and his people had concerns for lingering GA military occupation. To be under the thumb of another galactic power was the last thing his people wanted, and the Commander in Chief knew this all too well. Should the GA occupy the planet, Fynch was prepared to do what he had to to ensure Lothal's independence, but he'd rather not. Such a war would be costly, and it was one that his underdeveloped local militia would surely loose, no matter how determined the population was to throw off their shackles. Fynch was simply going to request that, once Imperial presence was scrubbed from the planet, the Galactic Alliance remove their forces from Lothal and recognize it's neutrality. From there, he could gauge the course of action that he would have to take. It seemed that, yet again, the planet of Lothal was on the precipices of a new age. That, for good reason, filled the leader with great concern. A knock came to his door.
"Sir," one of his Riflemen began, entering his office. "The Sword of the Jedi is here."
"Bring her in," Fynch nodded. "I'm ready."
Fynch was elected by the people of Lothal to uphold their interests. He was prepared to maintain their security, but he knew that Lothal would need to maintain friendly relations with the GA, even if they remained Neutral. A local BlastTech Industries factory was a large source of income for many, and the export of doonium wasn't one that he could simply freeze. The economy of the planet was highly dependent on these things. Hopefully, this Sword of the Jedi would make his job easier.
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