Post by John Hammond on Oct 5, 2008 21:53:18 GMT
John, arriving from his political mission from Naboo entered the military control situated in the city of Ravelin. He walked towards the entrance, finding it completely empty of any guards. Something was happening somewhere, something way more important than guarding the entrance to some barracks. He arrived at the central panel control room, where they had control to a dozen star destroyers scattered around the planet.
Sir, Supreme Commander, sir. We are most honoured of your visit.
Yes, thank you. I'll be heading to Mandalore II. I'll need a fleet to accompany me in this political negotiation. Quickly.
Of course, sir. We'll get on it right now. We are sorry if we take some time to get your order ready, but most of our men are down at the palace. Enemy sith have tried to enter. Your men stationed have been doing some great work, but they need reinforcements.
Very well. Do not let them get what they want. Understand?
Sir, Supreme Commander, sir. We are most honoured of your visit.
Yes, thank you. I'll be heading to Mandalore II. I'll need a fleet to accompany me in this political negotiation. Quickly.
Of course, sir. We'll get on it right now. We are sorry if we take some time to get your order ready, but most of our men are down at the palace. Enemy sith have tried to enter. Your men stationed have been doing some great work, but they need reinforcements.
Very well. Do not let them get what they want. Understand?