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Neimoidians were slimy toad spawned homunculus with no morals. Neimoidians were all cheap, Neimoidians were all lazy and fat slobs. It didn't matter that Neimoidia was part of the republic, the soldiers knew that Cato Neimoidia was on the chopping block. Before a battle nearly every army in history would try to dehumanize the enemy, even if he wasn't human. The Vong weren't a sentient species they were savages, the Corellians were all rebellious smuggler scum, it played out the same way every time. Yes many, perhaps even most were sensable to realize that these were people the same as any other, but every unit had one who took things too far. It was the first indication of where they were going.
Of course Cabbal knew, he was the grand pooh-bah, Commander and Chief of the Republic Military. The man walked across the deck and toward the briefing room. He was old, too old some might say, but his species was long lived. His once dark and thick hair had thinned and grew white. He was distinguished, but that was just polite speak for old. The man grimaced at a saluting junior officer he strolled by. He hated when people called him distinguished, called him old."
When he reached the door to the briefing room two NCO's saluted and opened it for him. He walked in and watched an entire room stand to. It was one of his small joys in live knowing that now he had no one to salute. Petty perhaps but it didn't matter. "Take your seats," he said. The holoprojector lit up. "This is Cato Neimoidia." There had been a big stir in the senate about it earlier that week. "As you know they sit on the Hydian way, and they are using their position to blockade, raid, and otherwise disrupt trade heading towards Corellia. They are acting like thugs and bullies." That wasn't strictly true, but it was the line the politicians were using to get what they wanted, and what they wanted was him to act. The Neimoidians were simply levying a tax on all ships moving through and about their system. It was perhaps illegal under Republic law, but they weren't part of the republic. "As we all know they are currently being ruled by a despot. Tal Komar is a dictator who owns most of that planet. He has been less than receptive to our diplomatic efforts. His chief rival, Tan Weedin, is set to take power on the planet." There was a murmur that rose from the assembled men. None of this was true, except from a certain narrow Republican point of view. "He's only waiting for us ladies and gentlemen."
The map switched over to a view of the planet. Several ancient Lucrehulk-class vessels sat on the systems periphery. "There is fourteen currently on station. With another four predicted to arrive within the hour. We can't be sure how exactly these vessels are equipped, but we know they have all been modified as warships." He indicated the vessels with a laser pointer. "Our mission is to blow past these vessels, land troops on the ground and overthrow this despot. The fleet will be providing cover on station for our troops on the ground. We have it on good authority that the ships will surrender once their leader had been deposed of." Looking around he grimaced once more and stood taller, "But that may not happen. Our fleet may have to duke it out against those ancient monsters in a prolonged fight. It is important that we are prepared, and that we protect our boots on the ground."
The map changed to a view of the bridge cities. "This is the ground teams objective. This city is where the despot Tal Komar lives. Reports indicate he has a meeting with his cabinet at this location." the Map zoomed in on a tower. "We cannot land there directly, and battalions of droid troops guard the perimeter." the map moved showing updated AA positions lining around the tower. "Ground teams are going to have to land on the far edge of the city, or the top of the bridge and rappel or slog through the city to get there." I know, but those are our marching orders." No one groaned but Cabbal felt the need to say it anyways. "It is vital that we complete our objective. Cato Neimoidia is a stranglehold on Republic Trade. Individual group commanders will be provided packets on their assignments."
Of course Cabbal knew, he was the grand pooh-bah, Commander and Chief of the Republic Military. The man walked across the deck and toward the briefing room. He was old, too old some might say, but his species was long lived. His once dark and thick hair had thinned and grew white. He was distinguished, but that was just polite speak for old. The man grimaced at a saluting junior officer he strolled by. He hated when people called him distinguished, called him old."
When he reached the door to the briefing room two NCO's saluted and opened it for him. He walked in and watched an entire room stand to. It was one of his small joys in live knowing that now he had no one to salute. Petty perhaps but it didn't matter. "Take your seats," he said. The holoprojector lit up. "This is Cato Neimoidia." There had been a big stir in the senate about it earlier that week. "As you know they sit on the Hydian way, and they are using their position to blockade, raid, and otherwise disrupt trade heading towards Corellia. They are acting like thugs and bullies." That wasn't strictly true, but it was the line the politicians were using to get what they wanted, and what they wanted was him to act. The Neimoidians were simply levying a tax on all ships moving through and about their system. It was perhaps illegal under Republic law, but they weren't part of the republic. "As we all know they are currently being ruled by a despot. Tal Komar is a dictator who owns most of that planet. He has been less than receptive to our diplomatic efforts. His chief rival, Tan Weedin, is set to take power on the planet." There was a murmur that rose from the assembled men. None of this was true, except from a certain narrow Republican point of view. "He's only waiting for us ladies and gentlemen."
The map switched over to a view of the planet. Several ancient Lucrehulk-class vessels sat on the systems periphery. "There is fourteen currently on station. With another four predicted to arrive within the hour. We can't be sure how exactly these vessels are equipped, but we know they have all been modified as warships." He indicated the vessels with a laser pointer. "Our mission is to blow past these vessels, land troops on the ground and overthrow this despot. The fleet will be providing cover on station for our troops on the ground. We have it on good authority that the ships will surrender once their leader had been deposed of." Looking around he grimaced once more and stood taller, "But that may not happen. Our fleet may have to duke it out against those ancient monsters in a prolonged fight. It is important that we are prepared, and that we protect our boots on the ground."
The map changed to a view of the bridge cities. "This is the ground teams objective. This city is where the despot Tal Komar lives. Reports indicate he has a meeting with his cabinet at this location." the Map zoomed in on a tower. "We cannot land there directly, and battalions of droid troops guard the perimeter." the map moved showing updated AA positions lining around the tower. "Ground teams are going to have to land on the far edge of the city, or the top of the bridge and rappel or slog through the city to get there." I know, but those are our marching orders." No one groaned but Cabbal felt the need to say it anyways. "It is vital that we complete our objective. Cato Neimoidia is a stranglehold on Republic Trade. Individual group commanders will be provided packets on their assignments."