Another Day In Paradise

[ToKola Bakari]

Ession​

Secondary Garrison~2100 Hours​

Zaz sat in his quarters, staring at the contraption that laid before him. To the naked eye it appeared to be nothing more than an old DC-15A which had been thoroughly gutted and dismantled. However, to Zaz it was so much more, it was a new weapon awaiting to be created.

"Kark it!" The Mandalorian yelled out as he slammed his hands onto the desk, his armored fist creating a sizable tremor that shook the parts violently. He laid a hand on his forehead, propping himself up against the metallic surface while his eyes continued to dance over the pieces of the dismantled rifle. For months he had been trying to develop a new type of weapon to be used in combat but for months nothing had come to mind.

"Time for a break." He said as he stood up from his desk, pushing the chair he had been sitting in to the side. After pushing the chair towards the desk Zaz took his comm unit into his hand, attaching it to the side of his ear before making his way out of his quarters.

The door shifted open allowing Zaz passage to the main hall. He glanced around, taking notice of the soldiers who moved through out the barracks. Most were a part of Ession's main garrison though there were a few platoons of the 501st setting in to their new post as well. Zaz, who was currently the Operations Officer of the Garrison, felt no reason to disrupt the day to day. As such unless he was deployed on a mission he generally paid the troops little to no attention.

He turned away from his room, making his way down to the cafeteria as he muttered to himself. "Guess I'll get something from the chow hall."

Entering the chow hall Zaz felt his nose filled with the sweet scent of tasteless food with plain odors.

Zaz got in line, taking a tray into his hands. His eyes fell on the food that was set out before him. Some type of strip, perhaps bantha steak? Green beans which had been soaking in a pool of juices, steamed carrots that formed a rather unappetizing mush. Of course he took it all onto his plate, used to the unseasoned and mundane meals.

For dessert he had an apple, which was not too overly bruised. After grabbing a carton of blue milk he made his way to an empty table, popping the seal on his drink and downing a nice chug from it.


[member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Among those of the many misconceptions of Veiere's leadership, was the concern that he would be like the rest, to never walk among the soldiers, the grunts and the warriors that would fight tooth and nail, that would bleed for the Dominion and yet never have the financial status nor power that the Lords of the New World Order held. Veiere had seen the Republic, he had crossed many worlds in his time and passed through Governments in his calling, his path as a Jedi of the old ways had offered him many insights into the nature of the politics of society and one thing he had always despised was that the wealthy always seemed to hold themselves up upon some pillar while the less advantaged suffered under their arrogance. Ession would not be this way, the Dominion would not see a leader to be of such self importance that they forgot the true nature of their position. Leading better mean than he, towards a better future for all.

His presence had not been announced, none had expected him and his passing through the halls of the military quarter raised suspicion among the men and women of the Dominions Armies, whispers of an inspection began to spread, some panicking at the thought of an unannounced visit, believing it to be the head of government searching for some fault in their methods, livelihoods or setup; none of which was the case here. Around him, Officers walked briskly at his side, questioning what they could do for him, searching for an answer to his purpose there and though they had good intentions, though they were deserving of the truth, Veiere waved them away, politely asking to be left to his own devices as he moved through the various groups of personnel, heading to and from their various duties or otherwise typical day to day lives.

He was a pacifist at heart, Veiere hated that conflict and war was a necessity of todays society though it was nothing new, war had been a consistent factor even in the life of a Jedi from day one. It shaped the galaxy, molded governments and broke others. It was a painful truth that the Dominion would soon come to find itself with a wealth of enemies, those who might threaten the security and purpose of the government by seeking to advance on its borders and take the worlds it sought to protect out from under it. Here Veiere wished to determine for himself the nature not of the military power itself but rather the like of the men and woman who served under it, he wished to talk to some of the soldiers, the grunts and the military officers that would lead them into the flames of war and hope to escape them unburned. Veiere had been there, he had fought countless times and would do so again. Here in the Dominion, he would likely do so beside some of the men in the very room that he had entered, the mess hall.

[member="Zaz Tal'Verda"]