Headquarters of Eshan Industrial Corporation
Eshan
Present Day
"This whole process needs to run smoother, Raze," Niamh said as she tapped away on her datapad. "I understand recovery isn't fully completed, but we need to get it there. It's been a few years now and there's no excuse for us not to be back to full capacity in droid manufacture."
"There isn't, I agree, but here we are," the male Echani said, looking out the transparisteel viewport at the underground droid manufacturing facility. "I believe my predecessor was lacking in the skills necessary to see it through. I've found numerous inefficiencies in current procedures and shortcuts that were taken in re-establishing the facility. I believe he wanted to get things back to normal as quickly as possible and took the easy route rather than the right one."
"I trust you will take the correct one?"
"Of course."
"Good. When the other Directorate members arrive today I want them to know I have the right person in charge of this operation."
"I won't let you down, Lady Raste."
She was sure he would at some point. Nobody was perfect, after all. Sometime he would do something that failed and she would be disappointed, but she would get over it and move on because even though she wanted perfection from her employees, she knew it wasn't possible to always receive it. At least Raze seemed more competent than his predecessor. She felt confident in his abilities and desires. He would see to it that the manufacturing facility was returned to its former glory and he wouldn't be happy until he did. Mostly because he knew that she also wouldn't be happy until he did.
Making her way back to her office, she perused the status report on the rehabilitation of the shipyards. It was an ongoing process, and she didn't expect it to be done for a few more months. The damage that was done in the attack on Eshan had been devastating in more ways than one. She still burned with anger at those responsible and wanted nothing more than to see the people behind the attack die at the end of one of her blades, but she wasn't focused on vengeance. The goal was not to run off into needless battle but to create the forces necessary to fight against the darkness throughout the galaxy. The Directorate was the ends of that means. That day saw a meeting of the minds being called. She needed to be in her office when they arrived, and she needed to be ready to talk.
Eshan
One Month After Attack
The interceptor exited hyperspace above the icy world. Its pilot didn't immediately hail the planet but instead zoomed through the cold dark of space towards the shipyards. The massive facility, once the pride and joy of the world, was now in tattered ruin. Pieces of debris floated all about, some of it raining back down onto the planet. Tugs and droids were busy trying to bring together as much as they could get their hands on, but there was just too much between the yard itself and the various bits of ship that had been under construction within the yards. They were all a wreck. The pilot, Niamh, growled in anger. She'd been away, on Krag, when the attack happened. Now she could only curse herself for not having been there to help fight against those who had attacked her homeworld.
When she was satisfied there was nothing else to be seen in space, she quickly flipped the fighter around and breached the atmosphere of the world, zipping down beneath the clouds until the silver-colored fighter was skimming across the surface of the planet. It danced over rises and ridges as though it were a speeder, not a starfighter. The Rush-class was one of the most advanced fighters they had come out with over the years. It's flight systems made it superior to many other fighters, even of the space superiority type. Its speed and maneuverability were precisely the reason she had chosen it as a personal transport vehicle.
When the city came into view she balked. A mass of flames still burned, the hulk of a destroyer rising into the sky. She tilted the fighter on its axis and flew a lazy circle, looking down at the devastation. Even though it had been a month since it happened, she could still feel the souls that had died crying out in terror through the Force. There was a darkness to the place now. The death of so many in such a fashion had left a scar in the Force upon the world. It pulled at her and drained her of energy to the point where she had to fly away and settle the fighter on a ridge that overlooked the area. Climbing out of the fighter, she removed her helmet and took a deep breath of the cool, crisp air, watching as it puffed out of her mouth in a cloud of heat a moment later.
"The death of countless because of the callousness of fools," she said to no one as she walked to the edge of the ridge and looked down at the city. "May the Force take you home, my kin."
Eshan
Present Day
"This whole process needs to run smoother, Raze," Niamh said as she tapped away on her datapad. "I understand recovery isn't fully completed, but we need to get it there. It's been a few years now and there's no excuse for us not to be back to full capacity in droid manufacture."
"There isn't, I agree, but here we are," the male Echani said, looking out the transparisteel viewport at the underground droid manufacturing facility. "I believe my predecessor was lacking in the skills necessary to see it through. I've found numerous inefficiencies in current procedures and shortcuts that were taken in re-establishing the facility. I believe he wanted to get things back to normal as quickly as possible and took the easy route rather than the right one."
"I trust you will take the correct one?"
"Of course."
"Good. When the other Directorate members arrive today I want them to know I have the right person in charge of this operation."
"I won't let you down, Lady Raste."
She was sure he would at some point. Nobody was perfect, after all. Sometime he would do something that failed and she would be disappointed, but she would get over it and move on because even though she wanted perfection from her employees, she knew it wasn't possible to always receive it. At least Raze seemed more competent than his predecessor. She felt confident in his abilities and desires. He would see to it that the manufacturing facility was returned to its former glory and he wouldn't be happy until he did. Mostly because he knew that she also wouldn't be happy until he did.
Making her way back to her office, she perused the status report on the rehabilitation of the shipyards. It was an ongoing process, and she didn't expect it to be done for a few more months. The damage that was done in the attack on Eshan had been devastating in more ways than one. She still burned with anger at those responsible and wanted nothing more than to see the people behind the attack die at the end of one of her blades, but she wasn't focused on vengeance. The goal was not to run off into needless battle but to create the forces necessary to fight against the darkness throughout the galaxy. The Directorate was the ends of that means. That day saw a meeting of the minds being called. She needed to be in her office when they arrived, and she needed to be ready to talk.
Eshan
One Month After Attack
The interceptor exited hyperspace above the icy world. Its pilot didn't immediately hail the planet but instead zoomed through the cold dark of space towards the shipyards. The massive facility, once the pride and joy of the world, was now in tattered ruin. Pieces of debris floated all about, some of it raining back down onto the planet. Tugs and droids were busy trying to bring together as much as they could get their hands on, but there was just too much between the yard itself and the various bits of ship that had been under construction within the yards. They were all a wreck. The pilot, Niamh, growled in anger. She'd been away, on Krag, when the attack happened. Now she could only curse herself for not having been there to help fight against those who had attacked her homeworld.
When she was satisfied there was nothing else to be seen in space, she quickly flipped the fighter around and breached the atmosphere of the world, zipping down beneath the clouds until the silver-colored fighter was skimming across the surface of the planet. It danced over rises and ridges as though it were a speeder, not a starfighter. The Rush-class was one of the most advanced fighters they had come out with over the years. It's flight systems made it superior to many other fighters, even of the space superiority type. Its speed and maneuverability were precisely the reason she had chosen it as a personal transport vehicle.
When the city came into view she balked. A mass of flames still burned, the hulk of a destroyer rising into the sky. She tilted the fighter on its axis and flew a lazy circle, looking down at the devastation. Even though it had been a month since it happened, she could still feel the souls that had died crying out in terror through the Force. There was a darkness to the place now. The death of so many in such a fashion had left a scar in the Force upon the world. It pulled at her and drained her of energy to the point where she had to fly away and settle the fighter on a ridge that overlooked the area. Climbing out of the fighter, she removed her helmet and took a deep breath of the cool, crisp air, watching as it puffed out of her mouth in a cloud of heat a moment later.
"The death of countless because of the callousness of fools," she said to no one as she walked to the edge of the ridge and looked down at the city. "May the Force take you home, my kin."
