The Culling of Fort Augustus

[Amon Garrith]

O'reen.

A world most would consider backwater and downright backward with an extremely militant population that most governments wouldn't even attempt to rein over. The Galactic Empire was not such a government. The true lineage of Palpatine, the only man ever to bring true order to the galaxy, the Empire was gathering strength. Soon the Galaxy would again know order after the Emperor had bided his time again.

But soon was not now, and Amon's dreams of glory seemed put on hold until he could prove his worth in a battle. The ambitious Lieutenant was stationed aboard a Yovahin Class-Frigate currently in orbit around O'reen. He sat in the bridge working on a project involving the subjugation of local populations when the a loud alarm came on and the Commander, whom Amon had pegged as an incompetent came over the Ship's intercom system in a voice not befitting someone in his position of authority.

"All crew report to battle stations, Fort Augustus has just went red. Uh. It appears as though they've killed most of our troops at the barracks. We've orders to....... Cull the resistance."

Amon's eyes gleamed with joy as he logged out of the holo terminal he was sitting at and took his position in the Bridge, awaiting his superior's arrival. The Commander walked onto the Bridge and approached his vantage point with a nervous gleam about him. Disgusting.

"We should...um."

"Target the planetary AA and then send in bombers sir?" Amon finished with a hint of annoyance.

"Yes lieutenant. That." The Commander replied before repeating Amon's suggestion as orders to the crew. Gods this was mortifying.

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

A woman in Palpatine's military was a dish lady, politician's or Captain's wife or a hard case who owned her place by fear and trembling. Thankfully the Emperor was not Palpatine, but the woman coming onto the Bridge was just as hard as the old days. There was none of the softness of a trophy wife in the silver haired woman who stepped onto the Bridge in a Commander's uniform on her militant frame. Silver eyes stroked the area, taking in fluctuations of movement with every twitch she saw.

She sneered down at the bumbling sack of nerves Commander, stepped by him and handed a data pad to the Captain. "My orders, Captain." She clicked her heels and saluted, eyes never quite stilling as they kept tending across the bridge.

"Commander Najwa, you want to go down there? In that?" The Captain pointed to the report and intel findings. The woman smiled. "Give me the escort, Sir. My troops are ready." Stormtroopers waited, probably still in their diligent repose, for their commanding officer.

"Lieutenant, prepare the Commander's escort with our bomber squadron. See she gets where she's meant." The Captain said, to @[member="Amon Garrith"]. Didn't sit right, sending a woman down. The good Captain had to remind himself of Najwa's orders and record. Maybe what didn't sit well was what those poor sons of banthas down there on O'Reen were going to be screaming before they died.

 

[Daisy CZ Mk 2 006]

Walking up to @[member="Ahani Najwa"]-Keth was the giant seven foot tall woman known as daisy 006. She was stationed on this ship in case ever she was needed. Through project pantheon came the fruits, the Czars and all of their might. Augmented and built to fight force users and common for alike they were here to assist the officer in whatever she needed. In full body armor from head to toe the giant woman came to Ahani and stared at her blankly. "Just tell me when to go ma'am." she said to her before moving behind the woman so she could follow her in any of her future plans she may of had.

 

[Amon Garrith]

@[member="Ahani Najwa"]

Amon only nodded in reply before stepping off toward the bridge elevator. He mumbled about what a bumbling fool his Commander was as he waited for the two others to step onto the elevator. @[member="Daisy CZ Mk 2 006"]

He didn't see the reason why the woman couldn't walk herself down to the blasted hangar, she'd certainly been on the vessel long enough to have seen it, besides the fact that's how she'd arrived.

"Would you like to make a stop at the armory ma'am?" Amon asked in a neutral tone as the female officer stepped onto the elevator.

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

Ahani looked up and up at @[member="Daisy CZ Mk 2 006"] and a primal grin struck her face. The Czar was welcome and passionately desired as part of Ahani's team. The Echani couldn't wait to fight alongside the newly minted/augmented warrior. "You're with me, Daisy. We're going to go down the middle of the insurrection with all the subtlety of an AT-AT. Make the menfolk's collective jaws fall ground-ward."

The Commander's lips curled upward as she heard @[member="Amon Garrith"] mumble in discontent. Once in the elevator, the crisp Echani Officer was looking straight ahead as she spoke to the Lieutenant. "Take care, Lieutenant. Misguided leadership can be dangerous once cornered. I would hate such a promising career to falter in the start by insubordinate talk. Real value in an officer is assessed and discovered. Be better. Not bitter."

Give the guy some advice, it wasn't easy to be behind a Commander as oafish as the one on this ship. Still, too much begrudging and no commanding officer would promote a wet blanket. Ahani smirked, eyes flickering to Daisy. "Armoury? I already brought the armoury. Take us to the loading bay, and then go back to the Bridge to ensure our escort knows how to wipe their own noses. Diligence will be rewarded Lieutenant @[member="Amon Garrith"]."