Oh, what a wonderful day it was for an emergency.
The Commander had recently been appointed the Grand Marshal of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. He was the strategic, diplomatic, and public figurehead of the entire CIS military. It was his duty to lead the greatest Army in the galaxy to victory in every situation, and Phoebe Verd never called for social calls. In fact, he doubted she cared much for him, but she was Is'ika's woman. She was under his protection.
"I'd go for red ma'am. He has a thing for it." Calico mumbled into the comm system interwoven with the terminal sitting atop his wooden desk. He stared down at the living breathing city that was Drev'starn; jewel of the Confederacy. Miss Verd had either seen or heard something that required direct attention. Either someone was invading and had somehow broken past the planet's overpriced atmospheric defense system unnoticed; or, Sith were running about. That was his specialty.
"Just stay put Miss Verd, I'll come by and help you pick personally. Don't move now." With that, he cut the comms. Calico stood up from his seat; dressed in a simple brown jackets, a white shirt, gray pants, and combat boots. That would have to do. He keyed in the security comm channels. The Dreadguard was back home for the time being--no Sith would be leaving the city, let alone the system.
"This is the Grand Marshal. Lock down sector eight, no one gets in, no one gets out. I want destroyers and a Dreadguard security unit. We have VIPs in the AO." It only took half a moment for the familiar voice of the Bothan security delegate, 'Bommers', to reply.
"Done and done Marshal. Volunteer security is moving in as well...we won't have any SIth on our land. Also, an unmarked ship just left the system. I've sent a droid fighter force to subdue and return it back to port per policy."
@Circe Savan
Calico cracked a wide brimmed grin as he stuffed his twin DC-15s into their holsters. A standard vibroblade was also slid into a makeshift sheathe within his coat.
"I want that ship brought back to my officer Bommers." He collected a small earpiece that was keyed in directly to the Dreadguard.
"This isn't a requirement boys, but Miss Verd may be in trouble We'v elocked the zone down, might be bathrobes in the area however. This is strictly volunteer, but if you'd like to help, report to Miss Verd's position and help command our droid units alongside the volunteer force."
He crossed the hardwood flooring, a loud thud with each step, to the elevator leading directly to the lower garages. The droid units would have already locked off the entrances and exits, and the fighters
should be after that rogue ship....soon, he would arrive at the scene as well.
"En route to help you buy some pretty dresses Miss Verd. Might even find you a purse while we're at it."
@[member="Phoebe Verd"] @Romeo S @Darth Onyx @Isis Fontana
