Narrator
There was so much to consider – and so little time it seemed.
Since the termination of the Republic contract, the facilities had begun to backlog of various products – luckily, most of it was paid for by the Republic dime. There were some products that weren't in condition to return to the field, thanks to the misguided judgement of the Galactic Republic military, something she’d have to get her technicians to work on.
The overflow would be added as deal sweeteners or incentives to other governments - The Jedi Academy, Omega Protectorate and other entities that didn’t wish to be identified of course. It was one of those things, in a time of war. She leaned back in the soft leather chair, nails scratching against the aluminum surface which had a slightly brushed texture. Her soft brown gaze stared at the pile of datapads on her desk and the various notes from former colleagues who were either cursing her or wishing her well. A message had come through earlier from her sister, [member="Faith Balor"]. She sounded confused and even dismayed that Alyesa was gone from the Republic – even ousted in essence.
No one knew the true reasons but that was politics. You become a threat and they either kill you or shove you out the speeder going 350 kilometers per hour – which would kill you anyways. She had made the decision to pull the plugs before either could happen.
The sound of her nails scratching the surface of her armrest would soon annoy her, causing her to grumble and spin for a brief moment – something was bothering her – no, someone. The fact of [member="Alric Kuhn"] was before her, on a datapad. He had spoke of the destroyed facility on Corellia and he wished to arrange a meeting was it?
Perhaps.
She ‘d plant her right foot down firmly and slowly rise from the chair, her left hand coming down to the desk, fingernails now tapping in a slow and methodical manner against the Corellian Oak. She’d stop suddenly in mid-thought and begin clearing her desk, making it look tidy before she pressed a button on the right side of her desk.
A female voice would ring through a speaker somewhere in the room. “Yes, Lady Organa?”
“Contact Mr. Kuhn and inform him I’d like to speak with him…at his earliest convenience.” She'd adjust herself and prepare for a potential holo-conference, hopefully he wouldn't want to arrange a meeting in person - there was something about him that she didn't quite trust and without a contingent of guards....well that speeder incident just might occur.
Since the termination of the Republic contract, the facilities had begun to backlog of various products – luckily, most of it was paid for by the Republic dime. There were some products that weren't in condition to return to the field, thanks to the misguided judgement of the Galactic Republic military, something she’d have to get her technicians to work on.
The overflow would be added as deal sweeteners or incentives to other governments - The Jedi Academy, Omega Protectorate and other entities that didn’t wish to be identified of course. It was one of those things, in a time of war. She leaned back in the soft leather chair, nails scratching against the aluminum surface which had a slightly brushed texture. Her soft brown gaze stared at the pile of datapads on her desk and the various notes from former colleagues who were either cursing her or wishing her well. A message had come through earlier from her sister, [member="Faith Balor"]. She sounded confused and even dismayed that Alyesa was gone from the Republic – even ousted in essence.
No one knew the true reasons but that was politics. You become a threat and they either kill you or shove you out the speeder going 350 kilometers per hour – which would kill you anyways. She had made the decision to pull the plugs before either could happen.
The sound of her nails scratching the surface of her armrest would soon annoy her, causing her to grumble and spin for a brief moment – something was bothering her – no, someone. The fact of [member="Alric Kuhn"] was before her, on a datapad. He had spoke of the destroyed facility on Corellia and he wished to arrange a meeting was it?
Perhaps.
She ‘d plant her right foot down firmly and slowly rise from the chair, her left hand coming down to the desk, fingernails now tapping in a slow and methodical manner against the Corellian Oak. She’d stop suddenly in mid-thought and begin clearing her desk, making it look tidy before she pressed a button on the right side of her desk.
A female voice would ring through a speaker somewhere in the room. “Yes, Lady Organa?”
“Contact Mr. Kuhn and inform him I’d like to speak with him…at his earliest convenience.” She'd adjust herself and prepare for a potential holo-conference, hopefully he wouldn't want to arrange a meeting in person - there was something about him that she didn't quite trust and without a contingent of guards....well that speeder incident just might occur.