Ardgal Raxis
More than a Man
Ardgal looked over his soldiers in their new, make-shift camp. It had been a long, hard grind their whole lives. The wars within the Wild Space and Outer Rim had been more than a choice, it had been their life, how they had earned their livelihood in this galaxy. It wasn't that they had a choice, or that he did either, it was their heritage. It was his heritage.
The general took a drink of the caf in his hand. It wasn't that he minded the danger, he loved the challenge, and a person became used to the feeling of death around every corner. There was no other life he knew.
But he wanted better for them than squandering their skills with as hard as they could to fight as hard as they could with out the equipment they needed. Ships, speeders, tanks, war-machines. These were the tools of their trade, more than the rifle and the armor, it was the heavy machines that helped to bring the soldiers home. So far they had to rent out or borrow--or make due with smaller weapons than what they really needed. Ardgal pulled his datapad out and looked over that list; ships, artillery, tanks, drop ships, cannons, shield generators, fighters, swoop bikes, and he added a base, stronger armor.
With a sigh he turned back into his office.
The general took a drink of the caf in his hand. It wasn't that he minded the danger, he loved the challenge, and a person became used to the feeling of death around every corner. There was no other life he knew.
But he wanted better for them than squandering their skills with as hard as they could to fight as hard as they could with out the equipment they needed. Ships, speeders, tanks, war-machines. These were the tools of their trade, more than the rifle and the armor, it was the heavy machines that helped to bring the soldiers home. So far they had to rent out or borrow--or make due with smaller weapons than what they really needed. Ardgal pulled his datapad out and looked over that list; ships, artillery, tanks, drop ships, cannons, shield generators, fighters, swoop bikes, and he added a base, stronger armor.
With a sigh he turned back into his office.