IMPERIAL PALACE
CONFERENCE ROOM
Roudac listened as the promotions were declared. He had known of some, mainly the military arm of it all, and recalled seeing the names on dossiers he had signed. With so many moving parts, it was good to have a command structure that could be effective and support growth in its people, ensuring that positive feedback was escalated up the chain. For his own interest, the Allegiant General turned in his chair as the names were read out, so he could sight those present and put faces to names. Now that he had seen them, he would remember them.
Then came the revelation about Force Sensitive individuals who were being revealed, at increasing numbers and potentially dangerous ways. That was a concern. There was already enough of a stigma around the Force in the galaxy, let alone adding to it with young sentients who can't control their powers that manifest, and Roudac's thoughts went to his own son who was an Imperial Knight. Even Roudac himself had a small connection to the Force, albeit untrained and to no real significance as far as he could tell, but the topic hit home for him insofar as being relatable to his child's experience in the past.
The Supreme Leader seemed as surprised, and was quick to suggest the best course. Roudac reached over to the datapad on the desk to one side, as he made some notations, then continued to listen. There were some suggestions in mind that could potentially help, however there was no denying that the refugee process - in and of itself - was inherently stressful; so it made sense that some means of relieving that stress, or otherwise limiting the potential for violent manifestations of the Force, was prudent.
"As a further suggestion, while not ideal, there is the possibility of nutrient frames being a temporary measure," The Allegiant General said in a low voice, as he raised an eyebrow and glanced between the pair that conversed.
"Install them in the refugee processing offices, so any Force Sensitive who feels undue stress won't be able to violently explode with their power. Then, once the screening is complete, steps can be taken afterward to deal with midichlorian results."
Still, when the conversation on that topic essentially concluded, Roudac sat forward and whispered to one of his aides. He nodded, then looked toward the center of the table, as he activated a holo-projection. It showed First Order space. Several areas were highlighted by yellow, to which the Allegiant General looked to his notes on the datapad and cleared his throat.
"Ma'am, there's no easy way to say it: First Order patrols are being ambushed and - we expect - destroyed," Roudac said simply. He remained tight-lipped, as he furrowed his brow and squinted at the display in the middle of the conversation.
"There have been four instances now, with each patrol disappearing before communication can be raised. I've had follow up teams investigate ambush sites, they've run full spectrum sensor scans... and there isn't much to tell."
With a forced exhale, mainly out of agitation over lack of knowledge to report, Gannan continued.
"Tachyon results are inconsistent. By the time we trace back to where contact was lost, the particles are mostly dispersed. The wreckage is minimal, too, but we expect that comes down to a time frame the - well - to-be-identified threat is working under, to avoid being at the site when reinforcements arrive."
The map zoomed into a particular location in space.
"The latest patrol's location. I've started Imperial Navy scout vessels in the area, with multiple fleet positions parallel to the sectors being searched for rapid response... but so far we're getting nothing conclusive. I hate non-reports, but the situation needs to be noted, and that we're taking all the protocol steps we can to discover more about it."
The holo-projector zoomed out, to show the yellow-marked locations once again. Roudac looked around the room.
"Any questions, your Grace? Directors, Moffs? Those present?"
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