Yasha Cadera
Mom'alor
High Councillor Anders Sivas stood on a platform in the Rattatak Military Acaemy's Lecture Hall. The word had disseminated through the ranks that the head of the Fringe Confederacy Military was going to hoof it to the Mill and open up to the soldiers who showed up.
It was what I thought to be unprecedented, a decision to get to know the soldiers going out for us and help give them a voice in what would benefit them the most in their mission to keep ourselves and our families safe. A few of my advisors line the sides of the stage, my SC1 Droid Bucket sticks one step behind me and two steps over.
"Come on in guys, don't be nervous! Get nice and close and we'll get going on this. Yeah, you there, come on there's room up front."
It was what I thought to be unprecedented, a decision to get to know the soldiers going out for us and help give them a voice in what would benefit them the most in their mission to keep ourselves and our families safe. A few of my advisors line the sides of the stage, my SC1 Droid Bucket sticks one step behind me and two steps over.
"Come on in guys, don't be nervous! Get nice and close and we'll get going on this. Yeah, you there, come on there's room up front."
