Hollis had remained seated and still for some time. He was glancing down at a datapad that he held in his right palm. His attention was all but lost on those that spoke, even they who had spoken to him. He had received a message that had gripped his attention. As the Admiral left, the only sign of acknowledgement the Captain gave was a light rumble from the pit of his throat. He began to ponder his situation with the Republic. The Jedi and Sith for countless millennium had fought a war seemingly constant in history. What Hollis did was insignificant, even if the One Sith was defeated they would arise once again a decade later or more. He realised he had a chance to make a
real difference, but it involved him travelling all the way to Fondor. He glanced down once more to the message he had received,
// incoming transmission //
// verifying -- ok //
// decrypting //
// status -- ok //
You're probably wondering why I'm sending this to you, and let me tell you, it took a bit to track your personal datapad down.
Be as it may, I'm sure you want to get to the nitty gritty, so here is what I'm after and offering.
A job; a well paying one at that. One that will utilize your skillset and then some. Legal mind you. Nothing under the table and everything done to keep your nose clean.
Before you decide to shut this transmission, hear me out. OMEGA PYRE is an innovative, privately-held training and security solutions provider serving government and commercial industries galactic wide, searching to spread out to the core-worlds and slowly working our way from the mid-rim.
Founded in the wake of the Gulag Virus, OMEGA PYRE was initially envisioned as a training facility to support the needs of local and regional law enforcement personnel. Today we are capable of providing risk assessment, training and security solutions in multiple locations across the galaxy, reacting to need with near-immediate deployment.
OMEGA PYRE operates across the security spectrum: ASSESS, TRAIN and PROTECT.
Specifically, we specialize in:
Training and support for domestic and intergalactic clients
Personnel and facility security services
Mission support and staff augmentation
Risk management and security services consulting
Stability support, crisis response and forward base operations
Training for civilians, law enforcement and military personnel
All this and more, providing a way to not only utilize what you do best, but to pass it on. In these trying times, who's to say how many of us are left and it begs the question... What is your legacy? What are you leaving behind?
Work for me, I promise you that you will know exactly what that is. Pass on what you know, and know that it will be carried on to the next generation.
Show the galaxy that you have plenty to offer, and plenty to say, plenty to pass on. Give you a reason to wake every morning with something to do other than rot in that hell hole career you’re in right now.
Interested? Here are my coordinates.
I'll meet you there.
Cira.
An audible sigh caught his attention. Hollis' eyes shot up towards [member="Atticus Savar"]. The elderly man brushed his sharply pressed uniform and stood himself up from his chair. Before Hollis dismissed himself from the room, he glanced to [member="Popo"], "
I'll begin writing my letter of resignation." Hollis marched out of the room, datapad clutched under his right armpit. The moment he entered the corridor he brought the device back up, swiping his fingers across the screen to find the soonest possible transport. It was a matter of now or never. He glanced over his shoulder to the officers he had just abandoned in the room, wondering if any would be so audacious as he. He briefly called out to them, "
If you want a chance to be properly heard, come for a walk and we'll have a yarn."
[member="Gar'Hal Velasura"] | [member="Jack Navarro"] | [member="Valara Tiall"]