Rodney was seated at her desk, however, with how
high the datapads were piled you wouldn't know that.
The top of her black ISB hat was the only part of
her visible from behind the stack. Believe it or
not, this was *progress*. A stack on the floor,
knee-height, were all the duplicates that had been
sent through to the Grand Moff while the rest housed
information ranging in importance. "Daddy isn't
going to like his schedule next week. Three meetings
with Meham'ohorovi'cloca so far." Sierra told her
young son, who was seated in a bouncer beneath her
desk. Her booted foot idly bounced it so that her
son might fall asleep *before* her new aide arrived.
In her hand, Sierra held a datapad which she was
using to schedule out her husband's meetings given
the information on another datapad. "That means
we'll be seeing her at least once next week," Sierra
looked down at the boy, who was wide-eyed and bushy
tailed. Of course, the moment where it would benefit
her for him to fall asleep, the boy rejected the
idea entirely. She sighed, smiling down at him.
"Okay, if you aren't going to sleep, at least we'll
have to act professional. I'm expecting visitors."
office separated Grand Moff Rodney's from the
public. If you wanted to reach him, you first had to
make it through Sierra. That is why she had a
blaster pistol hidden in a locked drawer inside of
her cabinet. Despite the mess, her desk, otherwise,
was decorated with family-related photos. There were
several pictures depicting the family at Auntie
Maeland, a theme park that boasted as being the
'happiest place in the galaxy', as well as a strange
looking small statue of her husband that she had
bargained for on Skor II. In her opinion, the spoons
she traded for it had gone to good use. "Lieutenant
Meham'ohorovi'cloc and Captain Tailon should be
arriving soon." She said, setting her datapad aside.
She bent down, unbuckling her son from his bouncer
and transferring him into the sling at her chest
where he could remain close. As she rose from her
desk, she brushed off her tunic. The young woman
walked towards the viewport in her room and stared
at the planet housing her home. Despite the bitter
feelings she had about losing her home planet,
Alderaan, she had come to appreciate the beauties of
Meham'ohorovi'cloca was moving through the
ubiquitous corridors of the Executor-class Star
Dreadnaught to meet with the Governor's aide, Major
Sierra Rodney. The number of trivial matters she had
to discuss with the woman was immeasurable, as she
specialized in minutia. When she stepped into the
office where she found Sierra with her back to her,
staring out the viewport and lost in contemplation,
which caused her to clear her throat loudly to
politely signal her arrive. "Reporting as ordered,
milady," she said, in her cold, exotic accent from
the Unknown Regions. Before even being given an
acknowledgment she moved to bring her datapad out
from beneath her arm to directly in front of her.
"There are many bullets on the agenda, milady," she
began, getting right into it. For a tactical genius,
she possessed little tact.
again readjusted his tight feeling collar, wiping
down his uniform as to not let any wrinkles show.
sir?" Sergeant Grear asked beside him. Grear was the
only Stormtrooper officer to have been transferred
from post to post with Tailon, and Tailon had come
to rely on the Sergeant to carry out squad orders in
many battles and ordeals. A man of 23, he had
regulation cut brown hair, green eyes, and a
moderate face to match his fit body structure. He
wore the black uniform of a Stormtrooper Officer out
of armor, his cap covering all of his hair, save his
short sideburns. Tailon shakes his head at Grear's
comment, as they stop just outside the door of Major
Sierra Rodney, their new bosses.
Never, Sergeant ... just wanting to make a good
first impression. Wish me luck." Tailon says, making
the Sergeant nod before standing at attention by the
wall near the door. Taking a deep breath, Tailon
uses one of his code cylinders and opens the door
before stepping into Major Rodneys office.
Captain Tailon, reporting as instructed, ma'am."
Tailon stands at attention as he says this, the door
closing behind him as he takes in the sight of the
thoughts quickly left the office. It seemed that she
had been slightly preoccupied since returning from
Delaya. There were disturbing things on her mind
that she couldn't shake. It was the sound of
Meham'ohorovi'cloca that drove her away from her
thoughts. Her head rose, "Oh!" The Chiss tactical
officer had come in so quietly that Sierra failed to
hear her. She was relieved that she had arrived. Not
only did they have so much to discuss, there was
also the fact that she put her son to sleep with
ease. The exotic voice, which constantly put
officers asleep during her briefings, also worked
well with the infant. Sierra unfolded her hands from
behind her back and approached her desk. "Thank you
for coming so quickly. I'm aware there's much to
discuss. I have a few bullets to talk to you about
as well. Please. Sit." She waved towards one of the
chairs in front of her desk.
She paused in
her preparations for her meeting. Her aide had
arrived just in time. "Captain Tailon, good timing."
She brought a hand up to introduce
Meham'ohorovi'cloca. "This is our tactical officer,
Lieutenant Meham'ohorovi'cloca. I'd credit her as
one of the hardest working people on this ship."
Sierra dropped her hand. She moved to sit down
behind her desk, carefully maneuvering a stack of
datapads to the side. She kept a single one set
aside, with she turned around and slid towards
Tailon. "Join us. I need you to take notes on this
meeting so I have something to refer to later. I
will provide you with your first assignment when our
meeting is finished." Sierra looked towards
Meham'ohorovi'cloca. "This is my new aide, Captain
Tailon." She informed the Chiss woman. "Continue
a hand to shake Meham'ohorovi'cloca's, a polite
smile on his face. He recognized her from the
Holotank meeting, which somewhat dimmed his surprise
at seeing a non human wearing an Imperial Uniform.
While he wasn't into all of the Anti-Alien
propaganda that the Imperial Military seemed to
uphold, he did realize how rare it was to see a non
human in such a prestigious position.
"A pleasure to
meet you, Meham'ohorovi'cloca. And yes, Major
Rodney." He takes a seat down at your desk, somewhat
off to the side as to take notes while the two
higher ups were talking.
Meham'ohorovi'cloca paused as she looked at Captain
Tailon's outstretched hand. She put her hand out and
shook it, as she had seen done, but was not
particularly used to herself. When that awkward
social encounter was complete she moved forward to
sit in front of Sierra's desk, without bothering to
return Captain Tailon's formalities, as she felt the
handshake would suffice. "Very well, Major," she
said, her distinct red eyes angled down towards the
datapad. "We have been recently reinforced with a
squadron of TIE/D Defenders. This will be most
effective against our anti-starfighter patrols at
the nebula periphery. This is one system that we
have the strongest foothold in, but we can never be
sure where or when our enemies will strike," she
said, as she scrolled down to the next items. "I
have received an estimate from Governor Kole of
Rhinnal regarding the repair of the Rhire power
grid," she explained, but hesitated to continue. "It
is grim. It will be both a lengthy and costly
venture. In the interim there have been increased
protests against our rule," she said, wondering what
they were to do about this one. "A goodwill gesture
should be made to turn the tide of public opinion,"
she said to the Major, but she was not in the field
of propaganda. "Perhaps you have an idea, Captain,"
she said to Derek, who was seated next to her.
up from the datapad he was typing on, slightly
surprised that he was acknowledged in the meeting.
As an ISB agent, he was more used to bringing
enemies of the Empire to justice, not raising public
opinion and moral. Clearing his throat, however, he
decided to give a suggestion.
see ... what are their main reasons of protest
against Imperial Rule? If the cause for protest can
be discovered, maybe a compromise can be discovered
because of it ... not by giving in fully, we don't
want to show weakness ... but I suppose that would
depend on the reasons for protest."
The Major sat
back at her desk. Her eyes wandered briefly down to
her child, who, surprisingly, was still awake
despite the presence of Meham'ohorovi'cloca. She
would never tell the tactical officer that she
sometimes used recordings of her voice to put her
son to bed at night. Her attention moved immediately
back to the Chiss lieutenant, who immediately began
their meeting. The Rebel starfighters had become a
rather large pain in recent times. While the attack
on Brentaal IV was a success, the Rebels were busily
targeting Rhinnal. The win was short-lived and
Sierra was hungry for more. She crossed one leg over
the other as she began to contemplate how best to
please the people of Rhire. "Despite its cost, we
have no choice but to repair the Rhire power grid.
Please leave those exact numbers for my aide so I
can review the budget later." She hoped that
Meham'ohorovi'cloca had a tidbit of good news for
her, but it seemed that she did not so far. "Perhaps
we can send aid and supplies to the planet to please
the people of Rhire. Surely those who were in
medcenters are going to be affected the most. Send
transports for immediate transfers to functioning
medcenters. Let the people of Rhire know that we
care..." She looked towards the Captain listen to
him while grasping for the datapad that she most
reason for protesting is the fact that we were
powerless from preventing 24 starfighters from
carrying out a precision bombing run of their
capital city, destroying *both* of their
hydroelectric plants, and leaving them without
power," Meham'ohorovi'cloca stated to the ISB
plainly, as if she was reading her grocery list. "It
will be done so at once, milady," she said, with a
firm nod of her head, as she committed her
instructions to her datapad. "It is clear now that
the Rebels have the capability of striking at any of
the six key systems within the Oversector," she
said, reluctantly, as she reported on the situation.
She swallowed, causing the blue skin of her throat
to bulge and constrict against the grey-green collar
of her uniform. This was proving to be more
difficult than she expected. The core was supposed
to be pacified, but it seemed that it was just more
Imperial propaganda. Perhaps fashioned by the very
officers seated around her.
continued to jot down and record the numbers and
notes that the major and the strategist were
stating. It was a lot of information to take in.
Supplies and relief aid would only go so far... in
order to raise moral, public examples would be
needed to made that despite such an attack, imperial
control in that sector was still strong. This could
only be accomplished by destroying those
responsible, swiftly and effeciently. Tailon didn't
say this out loud, however, sure that the Major had
already considered this.
"How long will
it take us to restore power to the city?" She asked
Meham'ohorovi'cloca. Sierra was sure that she did
not want to hear the actual answer. Regardless, she
needed to know. The meeting was filled to the brim
with bad news. The attack on Rhinnal had made
certain things very clear. The Rebels were targeting
this Oversector and no one knew where they would
attack next. The young ISB Major sat back. She
glanced down at her son again, noting that he had
fallen asleep while Meham'ohorovi'cloca delivered
more news. Her hand moved to her forehead where she
began to massage at her temples. "It isn't good,
Lieutenant. I will see what I can do about whipping
the ISB officers into shape. We need to gather more
information to avoid all these strikes. We went one
step forward on Brentaal IV, and three steps
backwards with this attack on Rhinnal."
"I do need to
discuss with you what kind of security we can spare
on Brentaal IV. I am to meet with the head of
SoroSuub within the week. He wants to be reassured
from the Governor that he will be protected from
Rebel attacks while opening a warehouse on the
planet. I am not sure if I will be extending any
help to him. However, I would like to be informed of
what we can spare."
on how many resources we want to pull from other
systems, milady," Meham'ohorovi'cloca replied,
before pulling up the facts and figures on her
datapad. "As you are no doubt aware the conflict
between Esseles and Rhinnal goes back centuries, as
the people of Esseles once subjugated Rhinnal," she
said, as she began a brief, but perhaps unnecessary
history lesson. "With the sector governance decree
Rhinnal was granted equal status within the Empire,
and thus has a favorable view of our regime ...
perhaps more-so than any system in this oversector,"
she continued, as she looked from Major Rodney to
Captain Tailon. "If we pull resources from Esseles
to speed up recovery on Rhinnal it could create
further tension between the two worlds and might
cause us unintended negative results here on Esseles,"
she continued, seeming to go on forever with what
was a simple question. "It could take a month, or
more, if we devote standard resources to the effort.
If we pull from Esseles we could halve the time,"
she reported, with a nod of her head. "As to the
matter of Brentaal IV, that was our initial point of
conflict with the Rebellion. Our most experienced
and veteran personnel are stationed there. They have
been in conflict with the Rebellion for years," she
said, before looking down slightly. "However, as you
are aware, our setback on Chandrila resulted in a
recent redevelopment of Rebel sympathy on Brentaal,
which could merit increased security concerns," she
added, with another nod of her head. "In terms of
sparing, Vice Admiral Raven is in the process of
reinforcing Chandrila, and therefore has currently
removed himself from that system. We could perhaps
deploy ... a battalion sized unit to protect his
industry on the ground," she suggested, as a
starting point. *Finally* she had finished speaking.
Meham'ohorovi'cloca rattled on and on, Sierra
wondered what the chances were of her slipping a nap
in her husband's office after she had dismissed
everyone. Her eyes felt heavy even though she
continued to pay attention to the Chiss' history
lesson. A headache was beginning to develop from
each heaping load of bad news which caused Sierra to
massage her temples again. "The last thing I want to
do is provide the people of Rhinnal with another
reason to rebel against the Empire. We will show we
respect past relationships between Esseles and
Rhinnal... Do not pull resources from Esseles."
Esseles had a special place in her heart. It was
where home was, where her family lived. She would
not risk starting trouble on *her* planet. She
looked down towards the picture of the family at
Auntie Maeland. Despite her obligation to the
Empire, *they* came first. "We need to think of more
ways to please the citizens of Rhire. While you're
watching the Holotank, please try to think of
something. I'll continue to consider things as well.
Maybe the Governor will have an idea."
answer to her question emerged. Sierra dropped her
hand from her forehead. "That... might work. Please
make me a report of what we have to sacrifice in
order to do that. I will allow the man to plead his
case to me, but nothing says that I'm about to give
him what he wants. Do you have any other updates for
please, Major," Meham'ohorovi'cloca said, before she
looked down to her datapad and began reviewing her
notes. "There was a ruptured power conduit on deck
37. Ensign Rist has contracted a virus and is in
sickbay. Commander Alexander reported a minor power
surge in reactor 12," she said, going on, and on,
and on, before even she realized these were matters
more suited for the ship's captain than the
Governor's aide. "No. Nothing else," she reported,
with a firm nod of her head. She tried to smile as
hard as she could and after what felt like she might
strain the muscles in her face she gave what
amounted to be a half smile. She pressed a button to
sleep her datapad, and then tucked it under her arm.
"I will make a report as instructed, concerning
Brentaal, milady," she concluded, waiting to be
Oh no. Sierra
had asked the wrong question. She clenched her jaw
as Meham'ohorovi'cloca rambled on and on. Her
eyelids were beginning to become heavier. She prayed
the Chiss would realize that Sierra didn't care
about Ensign Rist's virus or a minor power surge. At
the end of her rant, Sierra forced herself to smile
politely. Meham'ohorovi'cloca was good at her job.
She appreciated that the woman had taken the time to
come see her and fill her in. "Thank you, Lieutenant
Meham'ohorovi'cloca. You are dismissed. I will meet
with you again tomorrow after I've processed more of
this mess..." Sierra said, raising her hand towards
the stack of datapads. After she had dismissed
Meham'ohorovi'cloca, her attention turned towards
her new aide. "Captain, I have a task for you as
straightens in his chair, his eyes wide open and
alert. His finger was somewhat sore from recording
*everything* Meham'ohorovi'cloca had said in
Tailon asks in an earnest but confident tone.
relieved to have not fallen asleep in her meeting.
The same could not be said for her son, who was
slumped against her breast asleep. His presence
didn't change Sierra's attitude in front of her
comrades. She swiveled in her chair to the side,
grasping at a fresh datapad which she turned on,
then fiddled with until there was a blueprint of the
Rodney estate visible. She turned back to Tailon,
offering him the datapad. "This is my home." She
began, releasing the datapad into his hands. "I
would like for you to take on the construction of my
tea house." The levelness in her voice never
changed. As badly as Sierra wanted a tea house, this
was a test for the new Captain. She wanted to see if
he would excel in an irrational job. His quality on
this task would tell her a lot about the man. Before
becoming her husband's adjutant, she had worked as a
psychologist. She could still apply that information
while in her new occupation. "You need to report to
me with a realistic timeline as to when it will be
changed very quickly from a confident smile to a
frown. As an ISB agent, Tailon was used to
conducting covert ops, inciting martial law, and
executing the enemies of the Emperor. A construction
job just seemed ... bellow him. Though confused out
of his mind, he trusted this strange request was
made for a reason.
"As you wish?
Me and my team will get right on it."
if he thought she was insane. Sierra honestly
couldn't say he was wrong either. Regardless, she
smiled. "Thank you, Captain. I look forward to
hearing your report tomorrow. I will contact you if
anything else arises. I have some upcoming meetings
I will want you to partake in." Sierra rose. She
silently dismissed him while beginning to transfer
her son out of his sling and into her arms. She
needed an aide who could do any job properly.
Captain Tailon would need to earn the worthwhile
the room, standing in the somewhat busy hallway as
Grear approached him.
"So? How did
it go?" He asked, curiousity in his voice as they
start walking towards the Mess Hall as planned.
Tailon sighs, looking down at his datapad with the
Rodney Estate. A captain taking on the job of a
construction team.... he was almost offended.
However, he just sighed, putting the datapad under
dull... I'll need to tell you about our new... odd
job once we reach Mess." He states, masking his
slight contempt rather well. Great just shrugged,
"Ok, but at
least tell me this ... is she better than Major
Norton?" Tailon actually chuckled upon hearing Grear
ask that, turning slightly to his friend.
... no one can be worse than Norton..."