Something In Common (Malin)

[Noah Corek]

[member="Malin Spritejägare"]



Fondor
Prex Towers
Office of Colonel of the Omega Pyre Noah C. Corek

Noah sighed as he looked over the casualty reports again. Three companies, about three hundred and sixty of the best and brightest Pyre troopers dead and they didn't even die in combat. The only emotion that could be described by Noah at this point was anger. Anger at Cater, anger at the Sith and anger at everything. Three hundred and sixty of his men, of men he had been assigned to lead and shepard into battle were dead and he hadn't even been there with them in the end. He looked over the individuals in the reports, some of these men Noah had known personally, they were good guys, no matter what anyone said about the Pyre and their mercenary tendencies, most Pyre soldiers were in it for more then the money, they were in it to find a place they could belong and exist without the fear of being trodded on by the bigger governments. "Sir?" Noah looked up from his reports and saw that his secretary Lisa, a short and thin brunette with green eyes, had opened the door and was looking at. "Yes?" Noah asked simply as he reached over and took a sip of stimcaf from his cup. "A CorSec Lieutenant wants to see you." Noah just nodded as he gulped down his sip and looked up at her. "Well send her in. Maybe she'll be a distraction from all this sorrow and grief." Noah told Lisa, who just frowned and nodded knowing not to try and cheer him up when he was in a state like this.

 

[Beowoof]

It had been her lucky day--perhaps. When one's home is split in half and, for all purposes, shattered across the entire surface, one did not usually consider themselves luck. Even though she had survived the horrendous event, Lieutenant Spritejägare found little joy in that. Her family had been disintegrated, and her entire life had just been wiped out in the most bizarre of occurrences. Corellia was gone.

The CorSec--or former CorSec--officer had been helping smugglers for once by managing a train of refugees from Corellia to Fondor upon the planetary takeover by the Sith when the whole thing just blew up. There was no way the Sith had destroyed it, as they were in the process of landing their own people on the ground when everything just burst into flame when the planet was sliced. None were certain about what had happened. But Lieutenant Spritejägare had been fortunate enough to be aboard a freighter at that moment.

And here she was on Fondor, now. She had nothing but the uniform on her back and dark circles under her murky green eyes. She was not going to live off some welfare for the remainder of her days. It would just be a nagging reminder of her destroyed home.

She had dealt with Omega Pyre before. They used to hang around the same joints as the CorSec officers and talk trash with each other. Malin was not especially fond of them when they were overlording it on the local police, but they were the primary security forces of this Protectorate, and security was what she was good at. It turned out that someone else apparently had recognized that as well, so here she was at Omega Pyre headquarters.

The tall blonde grimly stepped into the colonel's office and gave a half-hearted salute. "I need somewhere to go, Colonel."

[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Malin Spritejägare"]

Noah raised an eyebrow when the Lieutenant entered his office. She was tall for a woman, he guessed she was pretty close to five foot eleven inches, she was tall but if Noah stood up to his full height, he'd still dwarf her. She had green eyes which were sunken into her skull, he has seen this before, she must had suffered from Kanju's diseases as a child. He hair was a butterscotch blond. To Noah she didn't look Corellian she look more Lorridian. But who was he to judge.

When she spoke up Noah listened. When she was finished Noah knew what she meant and looked her over again. "Lieutenant Spritejägare right? I assume you've already settled into the apartments that have been provided for the refugees. First let me be the first in the Protectorate to express my condolences to your planet and you family. My homeworld is Coruscant and my father died when the Sith first invaded so trust I have a feeling I know how your feeling. As for a job, the OIB is always looking for more agents and from reading your file you'd have much success there."

 

[Beowoof]

Well, that was straight and to-the-point. Malin appreciated the sympathy of sorts, and he was indeed correct in how she had been managing as far as housing and care was concerned. But an immediate job offer was quite beyond what she was expecting. "Thank you for your sympathies, Colonel." She dropped her salute but kept at attention, CorSec protocol still dictating her response to authority. And such respect often flattered higher-ups, so it could not hurt.

"While I'm glad to have caught some attention, I can't say I'm incredibly familiar with the roles of OIB."

[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Malin Spritejägare"]

Noah leaned back in his chair and blew out a fustrated sigh at seeing she was being formal and rigid. Noah didn't like that, a good soldier followed bad orders while a great soldier questioned the logic behind bad orders. "Lieutenant please quit with the formalities. I spent twelve years in the Republic SFD, trust me I hate formality." Noah informed her as he sat up in his chair and looked her straight in the eye. Noah didn't consider himself intimadating, that was of course not the actual case. Noah stood six feet six inches, taller than all humanoids, even being as tall as some of the shorter wookiees. He was built like durasteel shithouse and he wasn't your sterotypical meat-head, holding a masters degree in galactic military history, though you wouldn't see his diploma hanging on his office wall anytime soon.

"The Omega Investigation Bureau basically does everything CorSec does. Just on a federal scale. We allow planets to keep their police forces but we also have the OIB which handles cases likes treason, slavery, inter-planetary smuggling, corporate espionage, etc. To put it in words you'll understand, if CorSec is the beat cop the OIB is the detective."