BE-183
Stings Like a Bee
[member="Jorg"]
Lanteeb sat within the Order's planetary holdings, a decently productive planet. With some optimism it could be regarded as a strategic node, positioned at moderate distance from the capital, closer to Mid Rim space and approximate to a few other assets. It was a pastoral place, once known as a backwater though it had become more built up over the centuries, with a gently rising number of spaceports, travellers, and arguably opportunities. The citizenry were generally orderly and not difficult to police, with no apparent resistance presence to speak of. The definition of a cushy assignment.
This didn't suit 183. She was a showboat, and regretted the lack of adrenaline and exciting situations. She almost caught herself wishing for an emergency or an ill-fated insurrection so she might have something fun to do, and get to fancy herself as a hero. But her rifle remained passively lowered. At the same time this was virtually shore leave, and she took the opportunity to relax, within reason.
Tranquil planet, sedated city. Raak'esh was a spaceport that could be called bustling during some times of day. Not one local cowering in fear or paying any mind at the patrolling stormtrooper following her route along the streets. Still, she had a job to do and remained fairly vigilant, prepared to hear and answer the populace should they need it. It was looking to be an entirely normal and nondescript day on the job.
Lanteeb sat within the Order's planetary holdings, a decently productive planet. With some optimism it could be regarded as a strategic node, positioned at moderate distance from the capital, closer to Mid Rim space and approximate to a few other assets. It was a pastoral place, once known as a backwater though it had become more built up over the centuries, with a gently rising number of spaceports, travellers, and arguably opportunities. The citizenry were generally orderly and not difficult to police, with no apparent resistance presence to speak of. The definition of a cushy assignment.
This didn't suit 183. She was a showboat, and regretted the lack of adrenaline and exciting situations. She almost caught herself wishing for an emergency or an ill-fated insurrection so she might have something fun to do, and get to fancy herself as a hero. But her rifle remained passively lowered. At the same time this was virtually shore leave, and she took the opportunity to relax, within reason.
Tranquil planet, sedated city. Raak'esh was a spaceport that could be called bustling during some times of day. Not one local cowering in fear or paying any mind at the patrolling stormtrooper following her route along the streets. Still, she had a job to do and remained fairly vigilant, prepared to hear and answer the populace should they need it. It was looking to be an entirely normal and nondescript day on the job.