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Post by Eaon on Jan 4, 2010 20:39:27 GMT -7
"You heard me boys I don't want that shielding system down without authorization!" Teras ordered as he got a quick affirmative from the guys upstairs. Teras had been serving in the army since the Geonosian Invasion and had fought all the way up until the final hours of the Clone Wars and was a hardened Clone Trooper. However after the war he'd been recalled to Kommino to train in Anti-Terrorism tactics and VIP protection. Truly a sad day it was, when an elite soldier like himself was being used as a glorified police officer.
Luckily though the terrorists that had shown up on the planet up to that point had all seemed at least decently funded, and maybe they would be worth a good fight. Still as tempting as it was for Teras just to let them waltz in for a battle or two he was now protecting the Imperial Crown itself. TK had been given some decent troops, however they really weren't enough to fight out in the world for very long, in fact these Shinies wouldn't have lasted a day on Mygeeto, however it was their duty to defend, and defend they would.
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Post by Astren Rosalba Chevalier III on Jan 4, 2010 21:36:48 GMT -7
What a blunt disappointment. Clones were really not Astren's favorite people- if they could be called that. For whatever reason, she sort of doubted it- to deal with at all. Though part of it, she would admit, was that if she was needed to, say, send an entire army to hell and back in a dazzling show of flames, she preferred her own men be fire-proof. Of course, any decently-run empire should probably need clones for whatever small odds and ends.
Then again, of course, this man- “Teras” was a name of sorts for him, it seemed, though she had every intention of calling him TK-9131, as had been intended for him- was supposed to be quite impressive. Admittedly, she'd only skimmed the info on him.
As she walked, Evelyn shuffling behind her with short, quick steps, lower-ranking people stood at attention until she passed by them, at which point they relaxed and went about their business.
“TK-9131,” she started at the clone who had just given orders before waiting for him to get the formalities out of the way. “Would you mind filling me in on exactly what your knowledge of this situation is?”
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Post by Eaon on Jan 4, 2010 23:41:50 GMT -7
Teras continued to order his men to and frow trying to get themselves situated into a new base camp. It would be hard at first, but Teras would manage. Right now his biggest concern though was getting the Coruscant Cloning Facilities up and running again, he would need more troops if he was going to hold the planet for any long amounts of time. He would also need to start looking into Anit-Orbital Canons and artillery that would be able to hold off landing parties and enemy fleets.
From behind him Teras heard a familiar voice, he'd heard it on Comms across the Galaxy, it was the voice of the Empress, undoubtably there to give him a hard time about his operation and try to act condecending. It really didn't matter much to the Clone though, he was bred and used to it, the price of living your known life on the front lines. Rather than do what a normal person might have done and get trigger happy, Teras was trained just to sit back and take it, he'd die in the name of that lady, it was what he was born to do.
"Affirmative Empress. The Senate has issued me here to defend you as well as the rest of the planet in the event of a seige or terrorist uprising." Teras reported back, his orders were clear, and the great thing about his visor was he could constantly check his standing orders whenever he needed to. However he wouldn't be surprised if his orders were changed, it happened regularly, and even though the Senate had put him there, Teras wouldn't be all that surprised if the Empress over-rid them. It seemed like something she would do, Teras did have a personality profile of her.
"As for my knowledge of the situation, I was told we were losing contact with planets and the Temple was destroyed so we were placed here to ensure no more failures of that nature happen." Teras reported, he then thought it might have been a mistake to refer to the situation as a failure, however it was what it was and it was too late to take it back. Besides it would be unwise to insult your head of security when his entire army is at your feet, blasters in hand and armor equipped.
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Post by Astren Rosalba Chevalier III on Jan 5, 2010 19:09:47 GMT -7
“Ah, so I see. Excellent, this should do finely” she remarked, as satisfied as she could be as she gazed about, looking at the soldiers in the area, moving about at the commands of this man. “I trust you'll come to me immediately if any assistance is necessary?” and it was really because she was beginning to lose faith in those beneath her that she had asked. What with the recent failures in security, an information leak was more than plausible and some of them were simply not cut out for higher-level thinking. Anything necessary, she'd decided, should be run directly through her. She'd arrange everything else as needed. And really, he was doing well in terms of not pissing her off.
In fact, one could almost say that he was in the clear as far as she was concerned, looking about the area with masked curiosity. Another would say that he'd hung himself as soon as the word, “failures” passed his lips. Her gaze fixed on him, the look of a creature ready to take the head off another and put it on a pike, and there was a deep moment of tension that was released as soon as she uttered a small, forced chuckle. Let it go. Breathe. Count back from ten. Behind her, Evelyn had donned a look of nervousness at her Empress's reaction to his words. She could be far more frightening when she didn't hit something... It just meant she'd repress it and condense it and blow up later on someone who had done next to nothing.
“Then it sounds like you've got only a little less information than the rest of us” she said, an uncharacteristically friendly tone taking her voice. It lasted only a few moments, and then she cleared her throat, looking over her shoulder a moment at the girl behind her. Evelyn shuffled forward, bowed her head, and avoided eye contact. “This girl may likely be a medium depending on the situation. If you can't find me, find her and she will either relay the information to me or lead you to wherever it is I might be." and, of course, she was good for other things, too. Target practice, for instance.
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