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Recruitment Campaign (Siobhan)

Tegaea gave her a look, not annoyed, but stern like a teacher with a wayward student. "Business before pleasure, Siobhan, always. I need you to get me whatever records you can find on this dustball about mining surveys and past production. I'm going to go and take the IMG people out to the main sites and get them established, and also direct operations in the outlying settlements. I'll be on my comm."

And then she was gone. Siobhan would just have to cool her lust for a while longer and do work...strange as it might seem!
 
Contrary to popular belief, Siobhan could actually keep it in her pants and concentrate on work. Despite the fact that she found bureaucratic details to be rather tedious, especially if she was not able to swiftly cut through red tape by yelling at people and thus motivating them to double their efforts.

Regardless Siobhan spent the next few hours scouring the fallen "People's Warlord's" palace and what passed for a Ministry of Economics for records. As she found out, record-keeping had been awfully haphazard, which came as no surprise given the fact that there had been such a rapid turnover of leaders and what passed for bureaucrats had to a great degree been appointed due to cronyism. Moreover, apparently a few days ago there had been a fire in the Ministry and while it had been put out, a good deal of paperwork had been destroyed and as a consequence some of the more competent clerks had been framed as traitors and hanged.

"Note to self. Should I against all odds ever become the tyrant of a backwater planet...I will not randomly shoot competent minions. Because if I do I'll be left with morons and lackeys just waiting to jump ship when people with bigger guns come along to topple me. Leading to be ending up in goal, beheaded or with a blaster bolt in my head, renedering me unable to focus on truly important things. Like building unnecessarily grandiose statues to my glory or having fun with my harem," Siobhan muttered to herself. The surviving clerks gave her weird looks, but a stern glare from her made sure they scurried back to work, making sense of the mess of paperwork. It was not in their interests to piss off someone who could toss them around like ragdolls.

It was an important lesson that any Evil Overlord would appreciate. Regardless after enough searching and yelling at bureaucrats Siobhan finally got a report together and gathered the most important details on a datapad, with the surviving original records being sent to the command centre. Apparently a few mines had been depleted due the constant need to fund the civil war on the part of the warlords, but more than enough were still filled with gold to make the conquest worth it. A report mentioned two mines on the southern continent that had not been surveyed at all yet.

Judging by the number of strikes and revolts, the workers were underpaid. One report buried in a vault spoke about deplorable conditions and how many were malnourished. The bureaucraut who'd written was later found on a list of recent executions. Production had been kept up by the muzzle of a blaster. No doubt a pay raise would improve morale, though whether the regime change would actually lead to a significant improvement in living conditions was doubtful.
 
By the time Tegaea returned from her expedition she was clearly in a good mood. Omega had considerable clout in organising the new contract, and Tegaea had imposed better pay and conditions as a requirement before IMG could start work. She had also overseen the suppression of the last enemy forces on the periphery of the capital. All in all it had been a successful venture, and when Siobhan reported her findings it was all the better.

"You've done well, Siobhan...better than even I expected." She gave her friend a genuine smile. "Now, I think it's time for us to head home, don't you think?"
 
So victory was theirs. For the time being, a substantial amount of Dahomey gold would land in the vaults of Omega and its stockholders. Apparently the conditions of the workers would be improved...somewhat. Even so, one could count it as an improvement that the ruling warlord would not change every week, meaning less random purges and public hangings in the street. Admittedly, a strong hand might be needed to rule, but that was better than an arbitrarily cruel one where the ruling despot and thus the party line changed with the wind.

"Better than expected? Heh. I happen to be very good at what I do. It's been all sorts of fun so far...even with all the bloody bureaucratic stuff!" Siobhan chuckled, she seemed in a remarkably good mood. Clearly she had taken to violence in the service of 'corporate imperialism' rather well, or perhaps it was the prospect of celebrations that explained her jovial mood. "Sure, Tegs, let's head home now that our grand venture's done. Gotta celebrate our shiny happy conquest. Well, shiny and happy for us!"

An Omega vessel was waiting at the spaceport, where by now most of the debris had been cleared away. A new control tower had not been built yet, but native workers had been conscripted into a labour brigade to get the port operable again and sufficient progress for ships to land. Soon trade would be up and running again. General Armherst, the abortive People's Warlord, awaited them as well. His hands were in stun cuffs and his mouth was tapegagged to prevent him from straining the patience of his wardens with political broadcasts. Otherwise less tolerant mercenaries might be inclined to punch him in the face and a broken nose would make him less presentable for the military court.
 
Tegaea, now she was finally leaving Dahomey, could relax a little. With a profound sigh she sat back in her room and closed her eyes. "That was my first full on military command," she said softly. "At least we came out of it with all out people," she said. "Thank you Siobhan...thank you for everything," she said softly.

She was silent for a long moment, then stretched out. "Well, I could do with a shower and some rest and food." She gave Siobhan a sly look. "I don't suppose you'd like to keep me company?"
 
Seeing Tegs like this was sort of cute, or at least Siobhan thought so. It was touching for the ex-Jedi as well, who often wasn't used to people approving of her like this. But with Omega she seemed to found a place to put her talents to good use without having to deal with all the ideological baggage that came with being a Jedi. This seemed lke where she really belonged.

"You're so cute right now," Siobhan said a bit teasingly as she stepped closer. She patted her boss on the shoulder, then gave it a squeeze. "You're welcome...you're a pretty good CO and you've always been a good friend," she said genuinely. She tilted her head when the offer came, as if considering it, though her answer was obvious. "Hmm...still got so much to do, so many ladies that need attending...come to think of it, I'm sure I can make time for you! Gotta make sure all the hard to reach places are properly cleaned up!" Her flesh hand trailed down Tegs' back, skilled fingers rubbing in circles. "And I just happen to know a few ways to get you relaxed."
 
Not withstanding her promise to keep off each other until they returned home, Tegaea had opened the door to this. She sent a comm to her crew that she wasn't to be disturbed unless the ship was under attack, and then gave in to Siobhan's very considerable charms.

A long and very thorough shower later, an intimate meal and several still unrepeatable R rated scenes later, the two had passed most of the time required to get them back to Fondor!

As they lay in bed together Tegaea gave her lover a kiss. "We're on the top of the galaxy. Let's just hope that the Force doesn't decide to kick us in the guts because we're too happy," she said.
 
Tegs just had to remind them of the fact that, alas, there were cruel daemons in the void whose sole purpose was to ruin people's lives when they got happy! Commonly this was Siobhan's fear as well. Indeed, she had acquired a bit of a complex about it, but right now she didn't want to let such anxieties get in her way.

Later she could worry and wonder how long her lucky break would last, but she wouldn't let in hold her back. She cupped Tegs' cheek, caressing it, then kissed her. "If it tries to, we'll just kick its arse. And give anyone that tries to ruin things so hard a beating they never recover," she said a bit dramatically, but she'd made her point. "I'm probably just asking fate to be mean to us just because, but I feel like we can handle it. Whatever gets thrown in our way."
 
"Well, if there's one thing we're good at...it's kicking things until they cry. The two of us, Siobhan...we're in this together." She held Siobhan close as their ship flew on...and the thread concluded with nothing bad happening; a first....
 

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