“Commander Raj, you don’t seem to fully grasp the time and resources needed to mount a force of that scale. Shall I explain it to you?” Several holograms cast a dim blue light around the room, casting odd shadows as they flickered. The Head Regent, a twi-lik with gold jewelry everywhere possible on his regal form. His voice dripped with sarcasm recognizable even through the crackle of long distance communications.
“Sir no disrespect meant, but I don’t think you fully grasp the stakes here. Most of our people are refugees, hastily trained soldiers, or force sensitives. That team of inquisitors could cut through us without breaking a sweat.” He ran a hand through his thick red hair. “We aren’t prepared to defend our people, or our supplies.”
“I appreciate your honesty Raj,” The new speaker was a human female, her ridged stance and marks on her shoulder declaring her rank as a high officer. Yet her voice was kind. She understood the grittiness of war far beyond any stuffy counselor could ever hope to. “But it WILL take time to rally re-enforcement’s strong enough to stand up to those imps. We’ll need three days, minimum. Can you hole up till then?”
Raj sighed, knowing he didn’t have much of a choice. He glanced around the room at his officers, all displaying varying degrees of determination. While woefully under trained, he couldn’t ask for a better team. They may not be able to hit the broad side of a rancor from thirty paces but they were fiercely loyal and bordered on foolishly courageous.
Returning his gaze to meet with each of the leaders hovering above their projecting pads one at a time, he finally nodded.
“We’ll make it.” We have to.
“May the force be with you commander.”
“May the force be with you.”
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