Talyn Krane felt the shock of deceleration even through the inertial dampers as Line Group Kohuun dropped out of hyperspace, and she allowed herself a smile.
It was finally happening: the Remnant was about to rise again, and with it the promise of security and stability in the systems under its mandate. Certainly it had been attempted before; Talyn remembered with bitter clarity the desperate evacuation from Crina that had ended the last effort along the same lines. Although Palpatine's empire had stood for only three decades, the galaxy-spanning order it had enforced had changed the perception of what was possible for a stellar government, and countless beings had since attempted to recreate it. Now there was a new chance, and Talyn planned to seize it.
She stepped out of the turbolift and was greeted with a crisp salute and a shout of "Captain on the bridge!" that forced her to suppress a smile. As she returned the salutes of the bridge crew, making her way to the central viewport, she considered how far she had come. Her military experience had been in demand, and it had bought her a higher rank than one she had ever borne before. Far from captaining a single frigate, she now found herself in command of four: the
Peerless, the
Javelin, the
Tribune, and her command ship, the
Unforgiving. Together, the four
Merciless-class frigates were Line Group Kohuun.
Their first real test: an invasion of Kamino, the world destined to serve as the recruiting ground of the Remnant's armies. It was another piece of history, the birthplace of the clones of the Grand Republic Army that had become the basis of the Stormtrooper Corps. Talyn was a naval officer, not a ground-pounder, but the recognized the worth of a powerful landing force to create and preserve order. Until that clone army could be secured, they would have to make do with the soldiers they had available - and heavy support from the fleet, which was where she and Line Group Kohuun had their role to play.
Talyn could only watch from afar as Void Station revolved lazily in the void. She was not a part of the Grand Admiral's briefing; his orders would be communicated down to her through her direct superiors. But she could readily imagine what those orders would be: to punch through any defenses, secure the landing areas, and drop off the elite troops of Count Morcus, the Remnant's new and enigmatic backer. Each of her frigates could transport some 400 soldiers, and their speed and powerful deflector shields would enable them to get that troop complement down to the surface without a scratch. Or so she hoped.
"Commander Kayl," she began, turning to her First Officer to deliver her commands,
"open an encrypted channel and prepare to receive orders. After you have informed me, you will be responsible for relaying those orders to the remainder of the Line Group." Her voice was clipped, low, assertive. Many of these men had not served with her before, and she had everything to prove. They saw a pretty face, striking eyes, and a slender figure, and they wondered if she had slept her way to the top. She intended to assure them through her actions that such was not the case, and the coming battle would be an opportunity.
"Sir," Kayl replied, snapping off another salute as he moved to obey. He was older than her, a bit of grey beginning to creep into his black hair and beard. It must rankle him to take her orders.
She would have to show him most of all.
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