Geneviève Lasedri
Fascists hate her!
It never hurts to revisit a good idea. Good ideas are hard to come by these days, after all. At least the leader of the Galactic Republic was aware.
Grand Admiral [member="Gir Quee"] was a face she was not exactly unfamiliar with. Not that she had spent much quality time with him, but back in the day, they had collaborated on a job that was hoped to see the end of the towering Sith monsters. That threat seemed to have faded in time, but there were always other sorts of monsters to slay.
Gen had always believed in air supremacy. Back in her Rebel days, starfighters were the bread and butter of their armed forces. Why should that be any different for the Republic, when its enemy was substantially ignorant of the art of warfare. Hokey religions and ancient weapons can only carry one so far. And that was why the Copycats had been developed in the first place. The technology could be the bane of the Sith in battles to come if it were actually used. Good thing she had a say in that. More than a say, actually.
Typical of her image, the Prime Minister strode into the military command offices with that unmistakable hat of hers, inciting salutes from a few of the officers--unnecessary, she deemed. "At ease, everyone. Please." There was no need to flaunt ranks; no need for any more attention than she was already bound to get. Many of these military folks probably deserved more respect than she did. She was a leader, but not necessarily a role model.
Clearance was hardly a question for Lasedri, as she was promptly directed to the Grand Admiral's office in short order. While she might normally go bicker with Supreme Commander [member="Kayleigh Tyven"], there was little need to bother her on this occasion. They could argue sometime later.
"Admiral Quee. It's been a while," Geneviève remarked as she arrived at his door, something of a smirk rising up the corners of her mouth.
Grand Admiral [member="Gir Quee"] was a face she was not exactly unfamiliar with. Not that she had spent much quality time with him, but back in the day, they had collaborated on a job that was hoped to see the end of the towering Sith monsters. That threat seemed to have faded in time, but there were always other sorts of monsters to slay.
Gen had always believed in air supremacy. Back in her Rebel days, starfighters were the bread and butter of their armed forces. Why should that be any different for the Republic, when its enemy was substantially ignorant of the art of warfare. Hokey religions and ancient weapons can only carry one so far. And that was why the Copycats had been developed in the first place. The technology could be the bane of the Sith in battles to come if it were actually used. Good thing she had a say in that. More than a say, actually.
Typical of her image, the Prime Minister strode into the military command offices with that unmistakable hat of hers, inciting salutes from a few of the officers--unnecessary, she deemed. "At ease, everyone. Please." There was no need to flaunt ranks; no need for any more attention than she was already bound to get. Many of these military folks probably deserved more respect than she did. She was a leader, but not necessarily a role model.
Clearance was hardly a question for Lasedri, as she was promptly directed to the Grand Admiral's office in short order. While she might normally go bicker with Supreme Commander [member="Kayleigh Tyven"], there was little need to bother her on this occasion. They could argue sometime later.
"Admiral Quee. It's been a while," Geneviève remarked as she arrived at his door, something of a smirk rising up the corners of her mouth.