Rise Above Your Station, Soldier.
Lupa had been busy. The last few days had been rough, organizing the endless defensive plans for Coruscant. And yet, in the midst of it all, her meetings seemed to be endless. The Commanders of the GADF's army seemed to all want her attention. This was no exception. Gress D'ran and Liram Angellus had requested an audience with her, and while she wasn't usually one to deal with those several ranks below her, Gress had shown his competency enough to warrant this.
Sitting at her desk, she waited for the two, looking over a particular defensive position. She wanted to be ready. The Dark Empire was coming, no doubt about it.