(TNO Takeover of Ord Mirit)
Mopping-up operations.
The phrase played over and over in Wes's mind as he strode through his command carrier. Imperial High Command had degraded him to the point of mopping-up operations. His stellar service, his performance at Bothuwai and against the Confederacy, and now he was performing mopping-up operations.
To top it off, he still hadn't received the promotion he deserved. Or at least that he felt he deserved. He was still languishing as a Captain in the Special Forces. Never mind that he headed them up now. Never mind that his squadron commanders were all Captains too. Never mind that he was commanding fleets and planetary assaults. He was still a kriffing Captain!
Wes noticed one of his staff officers walking towards him from the bridge. Yet another problem. The kriffing High Command had given him a kriffing staff! And they wanted those kriffing reports now! Wes spent more time on paperwork now than he did in the field. Kriffing Sith spawn.
Lieutenant Lionel Leyon (what a name, Wes thought) stopped in front of Wes and saluted. Wes, knowing that he had to keep military etiquette now, returned the salute even as he was cursing Leyon inside. He hated all the pomp and etiquette required in the military. That was one of the reasons he worked this job now. He prized independent thinking in his men, and he didn't require the level of discipline most commanders did. Hence, when they were in the field, the men respected him enough to obey his orders but came up with their own inventive ways of following those commands.
Leyon spoke. "Sir, we're receiving a transmission from Colonel Trestky."
Stang. Trestky was Wes's new superior. Based on Coruscant, the Colonel was the military liaison for part of the Coruscant Defense Force as well as the local Intelligence branch. Wes figured the kriffing Colonel was going to order him back to Coruscant and stick him with the task of guarding his precious Intel people. He was both right and wrong.
In truth, Trestky wasn't such a bad guy, as Wes discovered when he opened the transmission on the bridge. "Captain Vos, thank you for responding so promptly."
Wes nodded. "My pleasure, Colonel," he said, thinking that it was anything but.
"Captain, I have read your file. Excellent service record. It seems that the tasks I was going to assign you are below your skill level. It would be a shame to waste such talent on guarding Intelligence agents."
Wes said nothing, but hope was once again growing inside.
Trestky continued. "I am ordering you off the front lines." Wes's heart sank once again. "However, there is an urgent task near Coruscant that needs your attention. High Command has finally realized that there is a growing threat in Coruscant's own backyard, so to speak. I'm releasing part of the Coruscant fleet to neutralizing that threat. You will be in command.
"You are to proceed directly to the staging area at Coruscant, where you will rendezvous with the fleet. A short jump to Borleias will follow. That planet will serve as your base for the campaign. From there, you will strike at the planets Ord Mirit, Jagga II, Carratos, and Aphran IV. Capture those worlds, and we should bring much of the space around Coruscant under the Empire's control.
"Should you succeed, another task awaits that is just as vital. And Captain...you had better succeed."
Wes, beaming inside, was careful to keep a stoic demeanor. "I understand, Sir. I won't fail."
"Good," replied Trestky. "I'll see you at Coruscant. And I have a surprise waiting for you."
The transmission ended. A surprise? Wes thought. What kind of surprise? But no time to wonder about it now. He had a mission.
Wes quickly moved into action. His first command was to the communications officer nearby. “Lieutenant, send a message to the Tyrant. Tell Captain Typton we have a new assignment and to prepare for a jump to Coruscant.”
He strode forward to the control section of the bridge. “Ensign, plot a course to Coruscant. Send the coordinates to the fleet and tell them to go to hyperspace on my mark.”
Stopping another staff officer who had overheard the Colonel’s command, he said, “Draw up a rough outline of orders to present to the other commanders, then send them to me. I want them done in two hours.” The officer scampered off.
Once the initial rush was over, Wes stood and waited for the jump, a slight smile on his face. He was going back into action. No sidelines for the Special Forces Captain. It was straight action. Just the way he liked it.
“Captain, coordinates are locked in,” one of the bridge officers said.
“Good. Have the fleet jump on my mark.” He glanced around the bridge. Everything was set. The fleet was ready. “Lieutenant, you may order the jump.”
The stars turned into blue and white streaks as the small Special Forces fleet entered hyperspace, heading for the Core and their next assignment.
Mopping-up operations.
The phrase played over and over in Wes's mind as he strode through his command carrier. Imperial High Command had degraded him to the point of mopping-up operations. His stellar service, his performance at Bothuwai and against the Confederacy, and now he was performing mopping-up operations.
To top it off, he still hadn't received the promotion he deserved. Or at least that he felt he deserved. He was still languishing as a Captain in the Special Forces. Never mind that he headed them up now. Never mind that his squadron commanders were all Captains too. Never mind that he was commanding fleets and planetary assaults. He was still a kriffing Captain!
Wes noticed one of his staff officers walking towards him from the bridge. Yet another problem. The kriffing High Command had given him a kriffing staff! And they wanted those kriffing reports now! Wes spent more time on paperwork now than he did in the field. Kriffing Sith spawn.
Lieutenant Lionel Leyon (what a name, Wes thought) stopped in front of Wes and saluted. Wes, knowing that he had to keep military etiquette now, returned the salute even as he was cursing Leyon inside. He hated all the pomp and etiquette required in the military. That was one of the reasons he worked this job now. He prized independent thinking in his men, and he didn't require the level of discipline most commanders did. Hence, when they were in the field, the men respected him enough to obey his orders but came up with their own inventive ways of following those commands.
Leyon spoke. "Sir, we're receiving a transmission from Colonel Trestky."
Stang. Trestky was Wes's new superior. Based on Coruscant, the Colonel was the military liaison for part of the Coruscant Defense Force as well as the local Intelligence branch. Wes figured the kriffing Colonel was going to order him back to Coruscant and stick him with the task of guarding his precious Intel people. He was both right and wrong.
In truth, Trestky wasn't such a bad guy, as Wes discovered when he opened the transmission on the bridge. "Captain Vos, thank you for responding so promptly."
Wes nodded. "My pleasure, Colonel," he said, thinking that it was anything but.
"Captain, I have read your file. Excellent service record. It seems that the tasks I was going to assign you are below your skill level. It would be a shame to waste such talent on guarding Intelligence agents."
Wes said nothing, but hope was once again growing inside.
Trestky continued. "I am ordering you off the front lines." Wes's heart sank once again. "However, there is an urgent task near Coruscant that needs your attention. High Command has finally realized that there is a growing threat in Coruscant's own backyard, so to speak. I'm releasing part of the Coruscant fleet to neutralizing that threat. You will be in command.
"You are to proceed directly to the staging area at Coruscant, where you will rendezvous with the fleet. A short jump to Borleias will follow. That planet will serve as your base for the campaign. From there, you will strike at the planets Ord Mirit, Jagga II, Carratos, and Aphran IV. Capture those worlds, and we should bring much of the space around Coruscant under the Empire's control.
"Should you succeed, another task awaits that is just as vital. And Captain...you had better succeed."
Wes, beaming inside, was careful to keep a stoic demeanor. "I understand, Sir. I won't fail."
"Good," replied Trestky. "I'll see you at Coruscant. And I have a surprise waiting for you."
The transmission ended. A surprise? Wes thought. What kind of surprise? But no time to wonder about it now. He had a mission.
Wes quickly moved into action. His first command was to the communications officer nearby. “Lieutenant, send a message to the Tyrant. Tell Captain Typton we have a new assignment and to prepare for a jump to Coruscant.”
He strode forward to the control section of the bridge. “Ensign, plot a course to Coruscant. Send the coordinates to the fleet and tell them to go to hyperspace on my mark.”
Stopping another staff officer who had overheard the Colonel’s command, he said, “Draw up a rough outline of orders to present to the other commanders, then send them to me. I want them done in two hours.” The officer scampered off.
Once the initial rush was over, Wes stood and waited for the jump, a slight smile on his face. He was going back into action. No sidelines for the Special Forces Captain. It was straight action. Just the way he liked it.
“Captain, coordinates are locked in,” one of the bridge officers said.
“Good. Have the fleet jump on my mark.” He glanced around the bridge. Everything was set. The fleet was ready. “Lieutenant, you may order the jump.”
The stars turned into blue and white streaks as the small Special Forces fleet entered hyperspace, heading for the Core and their next assignment.