His family had been around for a while. Olys Corellisi. And that was fine, he didn’t expect people to care, but if they recognized his name? It’d be interesting to see how they knew them. For as long as he’d been around, the family had worked primarily as an Imperial loyal family. Something to clear the galaxy from the trash that was out there, and give people a direction. The one thing he loved about the Imperial mind-set was that they did that. A Republic seemed to worry too much on everyone playing nice, it created a Senate and the Senate worked to do their absolute best to make things miserable.
An Empire? It took things into consideration and made the best course of action. And that was the course you took. It wasn’t malevolent, just efficient. This Alliance, they were a loose conglomeration of member worlds devoted to the same tasks; freedom, independence and cooperation. They got to be themselves, they helped one another and they saved the galaxy.
But that didn’t matter here. This was a military recruitment situation, and just an open house about what kind of excellence the Alliance was going to launch on the galaxy. He was listening to both the people in front of him, and the previous paragraphs were mainly the writers ramblings about just how the Alliance was different from other ‘good guy factions.’ Starchaser nodded at Roth. “Yeah, we’ll be able to throw Forcers into the fray, I’m part of a unit that’s working to take the ones that aren’t squabbling Jedi and turning them into something more. Mixed units, with the normal and the enhanced.” Yes, Coren called Force Users ‘enhanced’ sorry normal.
“We’ll be flying mostly Incom fighters, I believe, X-Wings and B-Wings from the logs I’ve seen. Can always use mechanics, can always use the jock that knows their fighter in and out.” Coren was one of them, after all. Granted he had his brother as one of his trusted mechanics, even for his freighter and shuttle. “Ever flown against the Sith, Russo?” He knew Roth did. “Also, Tillian, we’ll be creating a few unique units, I’m sure the pair of you may be able to get invested in. Short on man power, so we need to get creative. A few weeks on the gun range, and in a sim, should help round you out.” There were ideas, but with this faction? It was all member driven. The staff wasn’t going to force anyone into anything, and would merely suggest what to do.
He bounced from topic to topic, but kept focused. There was a reason his callsign had been Hornet.
Supreme Commander Nemo Ven was a ship commander through and through. His unit was cut off during the Rapture events of the past, and the Sith got in his way and just really complicated his whole existence. That was why he linked up with the Marshal and the Chief of State. The three of them came forward to create this government, and he was in charge of getting the military and keeping it in fighting shape. Setting up a few Commanders to help him run a few different organizations, and give people direction was smart. For him?
He’d be looking for the navy brats. The ones who lived aboard ships, ran the missions, commanded the best vessels in the galaxy. He noticed the army table, and was nodding at the recruitment officer and the recruit signing up, the one who he’d eventually see a dossier for named @Rook. The same went for the others walking through. The ones that looked a bit out of place. He knew they’d find the places to go, but like with Rook, if [member="Fixx Kearney"] or [member="Marius"] Connors needed someone to interact with, all the needed to do was tag, and they’d get their introduction to their chosen profession for the Alliance done and they’d be ready to be thrown to the wolves war effort.
The others, the Force users, the one known as [member="Relit Vandal"] who Ven could tell had some military cut to him, whether that was from the Jedi or not was unknown as the Mon Cal Commander didn’t have a clue about that Force magic, he deferred to the Grand Marshal on those accounts, but he looked ready. The one that he was unsure of was the Chiss, both of them. But there was one on the edges. “You look a bit lost, son.” He called over to [member="Quinn Michaels"], in the moment he had that wasn’t full of would-be ship captains.
Right before [member="Damon Riggs"] approached the table, but Ven allowed one of his underlings to speak. Another Mon Cal, because they were some of the fleeters and Ven’s trusted officers. “Afternoon. Welcome to the Galactic Alliance, looking to get into our Navy?” He pushed forward a datapad. “Previous experience?” Hopefully.
