Objective 3
Post 16
FIV Warspite along a small task group of vessels exited out of hyperspace, "let's get our people out and begin the ." Admiral Yvarro ordered, they would send more bombers and dispatch their crusiers to begin orbital bombardment. Quietly she stood on the bridge hands behind her back, her black uniform without a wrinkle, the communications badge over her left breast and hair pulled back into a tight bun at the back of her head. She watched from the bridge, looking down out of the viewport as the First Order Navy descended upon G'Rho. The Ssi-Ruuk would submit, and those that knew what was good for them would be turned over to the Auxiliary. The rest? They could die, sent back to their lands in boxes an answer for Avalonia, as far as Yvarro was concerned. Her face was expressionless, blue eyes steeled as shuttles moved down to pick up their men and women as the rest of her fleet moved into orbital bombardment positions.
Post 16
FIV Warspite along a small task group of vessels exited out of hyperspace, "let's get our people out and begin the ." Admiral Yvarro ordered, they would send more bombers and dispatch their crusiers to begin orbital bombardment. Quietly she stood on the bridge hands behind her back, her black uniform without a wrinkle, the communications badge over her left breast and hair pulled back into a tight bun at the back of her head. She watched from the bridge, looking down out of the viewport as the First Order Navy descended upon G'Rho. The Ssi-Ruuk would submit, and those that knew what was good for them would be turned over to the Auxiliary. The rest? They could die, sent back to their lands in boxes an answer for Avalonia, as far as Yvarro was concerned. Her face was expressionless, blue eyes steeled as shuttles moved down to pick up their men and women as the rest of her fleet moved into orbital bombardment positions.
