With the retreat of the Coalition fleet, the small outpost on Generis had little hope of defense against the military might descending on their planet. Had they been Imperial Guardsmen, they might have remained and fought to the death. Had they been SS, they would have melted into the woods and begun a resistance movement, intending to strike the Empire to hurt them. But they were not. They were Coalition troops, and they had little stomach for a slaughter.
As the SS landing vehicles descended, Wes recieved a message from the commander of the Coalition garrison. They were asking for terms. Wes, wanting to seem somewhat benevolant, agreed to simply parole them for the time being. Of course, all military equipment would have to be turned over to the Empire, and they would be confined to the planet pending approval of the Imperial High Command. But the surrendering soldiers would not be executed or interned at a prison camp.
And so the surrender of Generis was conducted quickly and quietly. A few soldiers decided to slip into the woods, unseen, unaccounted for. Wes knew that this would happen, though, and immediately declared such individuals rogues, giving Imperial soldiers as well as civilians permission to shoot such individuals on sight. The battle for Generis was over.
Later, when word of the meeting between the Emperor and Regrad arrived, the SS troops celebrated. They wouldn't have to launch their next assault; the target was already under their control. Wes quickly worked out plans for a small Imperial base planet-side; they wouldn't need much more, as stratigically now Generis was useless. Still, it marked another victory over George Harrison. That pleased him.
Later that day
Vos stared hard at Lieutenant-Commander Jarred Smith, his eyebrows angled down. "Commander Smith, you left your position as Squadron Leader in order to save a helpless comrade. You are lucky that your actions did not cause the death of one or more of your squadron, but in fact saved the life of one. Means I don't have to report this incident. In fact, I must commend you; you risked your life to save one individual, one who is vital to the success of the SS Kommandos. I cannot fault you for doing exactly what I would have done in your place. Well-done, Commander. Well-done."
That said, Wes dismissed Smith and smiled. The Empire's Counterstrike had been effective. He looked forward to seeing what sort of success he would have next.
The End
As the SS landing vehicles descended, Wes recieved a message from the commander of the Coalition garrison. They were asking for terms. Wes, wanting to seem somewhat benevolant, agreed to simply parole them for the time being. Of course, all military equipment would have to be turned over to the Empire, and they would be confined to the planet pending approval of the Imperial High Command. But the surrendering soldiers would not be executed or interned at a prison camp.
And so the surrender of Generis was conducted quickly and quietly. A few soldiers decided to slip into the woods, unseen, unaccounted for. Wes knew that this would happen, though, and immediately declared such individuals rogues, giving Imperial soldiers as well as civilians permission to shoot such individuals on sight. The battle for Generis was over.
Later, when word of the meeting between the Emperor and Regrad arrived, the SS troops celebrated. They wouldn't have to launch their next assault; the target was already under their control. Wes quickly worked out plans for a small Imperial base planet-side; they wouldn't need much more, as stratigically now Generis was useless. Still, it marked another victory over George Harrison. That pleased him.
Later that day
Vos stared hard at Lieutenant-Commander Jarred Smith, his eyebrows angled down. "Commander Smith, you left your position as Squadron Leader in order to save a helpless comrade. You are lucky that your actions did not cause the death of one or more of your squadron, but in fact saved the life of one. Means I don't have to report this incident. In fact, I must commend you; you risked your life to save one individual, one who is vital to the success of the SS Kommandos. I cannot fault you for doing exactly what I would have done in your place. Well-done, Commander. Well-done."
That said, Wes dismissed Smith and smiled. The Empire's Counterstrike had been effective. He looked forward to seeing what sort of success he would have next.
The End