Captain Larraq
Capitalist
Sundari city, Planet Mandalore
Mandal Hypernautics Headquarters Building
Feet propped on his desk, Rygel Larraq leaned back against his chair and watched the recordings play on the viewscreens that covered the far wall of the room. Beside his chair his pet Vornskr rested, ear twitching slightly as it dreamt of their last Shatual hunt together in the forests near the Kelita River. It had been far too long since Larraq had taken Talyn out on a hunt, but his business demanded far to much of his attention for such pastimes. Demands such as his current task.
Each recording showed a different aspect of the recent battle for Yaga Minor. Cameras built into the helmets of troops or into the viewport of a tank showed the battle for the ground as the recordings from fighters and warship sensors showed the battle for the skies. One screen showed a MandalMotors fighter chasing a Sith fighter past an enemy warship. Another showed the two massive flagships locked in combat from the view of a dropship returning to get a second load of troops. On the ground, recordings showed two armies clashing over control of the planet, tanks and troops and creatures bred for war battered eachother with all their might. Even the dead rose to fight for control of the planet at one point.
Larraq watched it all. Focusing on one screen at a time, his eyes danced across the wall as he made mental notes about the effectiveness of one weapon or another against Sith troops and the effectiveness of various infantry armors against the weapons and armies of the Sith. Larraq watched as monstrous abominations shrugged off weapons fire and continued to tare through Mandalorian forces and civilians alike. He watched as tanks, droids, and massive mechanized walkers assaulted one critical location or another. He watched as a massive antimatter explosions decimated two miles of dirt and rubble, and he watched as the Sith fleet brought one reinforcement after another to the battlefield.
The Mandalorian forces on the ground could have held out for days. Weeks even. There was likely still to be guerilla forces on the planet fighting and dieing bravely to subvert the influence of the Sith that now ruled the planet. They had simply failed to adequately prepare the planet to defend itself from a naval assault. Their defensive fleet was inadequate and poorly used. Their stationary defenses were virtually non-existent. And someone, somewhere, had overestimated what a ground army was capable of.
It would not take much to correct the mistakes of Yaga Minor. A few more ships, a change in policy, and better planetary defenses. Regardless of which direction the current Mand'alor took in protecting his people from invasion and subjugation, there would be a lot of credits to make. A company simply had to have the right product to sell, and the right salesman to whisper in the Mand'alore's ear.
Pressing a button on his desk, Rygel Larraq spoke to his secretary over his office's intercom. “Schedule a meeting with the R&D department. Tomorrow at 0800 sharp. Brainstorming session.”
“Yes sir, 0800.”
Rygel Larraq reached down and rubbed his hand over Talyns head. The pet vornskr had been awakened by his sudden conversation with his secretary and didn't look all to pleased at being torn from whatever dream he had been having. “Sorry old friend. You know the drill though. Business calls.” he said to the loyal animal as he returned to watching the recordings, hand still petting the grumpy predator at his side.
Mandal Hypernautics Headquarters Building
Feet propped on his desk, Rygel Larraq leaned back against his chair and watched the recordings play on the viewscreens that covered the far wall of the room. Beside his chair his pet Vornskr rested, ear twitching slightly as it dreamt of their last Shatual hunt together in the forests near the Kelita River. It had been far too long since Larraq had taken Talyn out on a hunt, but his business demanded far to much of his attention for such pastimes. Demands such as his current task.
Each recording showed a different aspect of the recent battle for Yaga Minor. Cameras built into the helmets of troops or into the viewport of a tank showed the battle for the ground as the recordings from fighters and warship sensors showed the battle for the skies. One screen showed a MandalMotors fighter chasing a Sith fighter past an enemy warship. Another showed the two massive flagships locked in combat from the view of a dropship returning to get a second load of troops. On the ground, recordings showed two armies clashing over control of the planet, tanks and troops and creatures bred for war battered eachother with all their might. Even the dead rose to fight for control of the planet at one point.
Larraq watched it all. Focusing on one screen at a time, his eyes danced across the wall as he made mental notes about the effectiveness of one weapon or another against Sith troops and the effectiveness of various infantry armors against the weapons and armies of the Sith. Larraq watched as monstrous abominations shrugged off weapons fire and continued to tare through Mandalorian forces and civilians alike. He watched as tanks, droids, and massive mechanized walkers assaulted one critical location or another. He watched as a massive antimatter explosions decimated two miles of dirt and rubble, and he watched as the Sith fleet brought one reinforcement after another to the battlefield.
The Mandalorian forces on the ground could have held out for days. Weeks even. There was likely still to be guerilla forces on the planet fighting and dieing bravely to subvert the influence of the Sith that now ruled the planet. They had simply failed to adequately prepare the planet to defend itself from a naval assault. Their defensive fleet was inadequate and poorly used. Their stationary defenses were virtually non-existent. And someone, somewhere, had overestimated what a ground army was capable of.
It would not take much to correct the mistakes of Yaga Minor. A few more ships, a change in policy, and better planetary defenses. Regardless of which direction the current Mand'alor took in protecting his people from invasion and subjugation, there would be a lot of credits to make. A company simply had to have the right product to sell, and the right salesman to whisper in the Mand'alore's ear.
Pressing a button on his desk, Rygel Larraq spoke to his secretary over his office's intercom. “Schedule a meeting with the R&D department. Tomorrow at 0800 sharp. Brainstorming session.”
“Yes sir, 0800.”
Rygel Larraq reached down and rubbed his hand over Talyns head. The pet vornskr had been awakened by his sudden conversation with his secretary and didn't look all to pleased at being torn from whatever dream he had been having. “Sorry old friend. You know the drill though. Business calls.” he said to the loyal animal as he returned to watching the recordings, hand still petting the grumpy predator at his side.