Ugh, Doctors

[Caid Centurion]

Iziz, Onderon

Caid stood motionless as he gazed out at the city of Iziz from the balcony of his hotel suite. Quick story! Caid despised lavish accommodations, but his ever-insistent aide was always trying to impress. End of story.

As his silver-green eyes swept the landscape of the walled city, the dark-skinned Admiral became all too aware of the approach of Captain Velez, his Executive Assistant to this very day. Caid had insisted the man accept a reassignment to a more critical role after Caid himself had been forced to resign his position to address a medical issue that he'd contracted while overseeing an acquisition project.

"Excuse me, Admiral. We need to depart if you are to make your meeting with the Supreme Commander on time."

Caid exhaled softly but did not turn to address Captain Velez. "I have solved the problem of your nagging, Captain. Promote you immediately into a Squadron Command."

"That is your prerogative sir, but I think your personal schedule would suffer for it."

Turning from the balcony, Caid laughed softly as he regarded the slightly shorter man. "You're a real pain in the ass, you know that? Alright...let's go meet the Supreme Commander...what was her name again?" Caid, of course, knew the name, he was just being facetious. To a point, he'd known little and less of her when he'd been active among the operating forces, but she seemed to be doing a pretty damn good job, so she had his respect for that.

Captain Velez, of course, knew his boss meant nothing by it. "[member="Kayleigh Tyven"], sir. Younger even than you...probably more capable too."

Caid smirked at the man as he grabbed his flight jacket and pulled it over the flightsuit he preferred to wear for anything other than a strictly formal occasion. A meeting with the Supreme Commander technically qualified as a reason to dress up, but Caid didn't think either of them needed to suffer the pretense of peacocking. "You know that promotion thing can go the complete opposite direction too, Captain."

The Captain merely smiled as he exited the suite with Caid. In a matter of minutes they were in a transport and heading for Military Command on Onderon. Upon arrival, Caid was greeted by a small contingent of personnel no doubt told by some officer or another to keep the Grand Admiral happy. For his part, Caid exchanged smiles and nods with people that greeted him as he was guided towards the office of the Supreme Commander.

Presumably.

 

[Mariya Pyne]

Kayleigh leaned back in her moderately comfortable chair paid for by the wonderful tax payers of the Republic. Her head turned as she gazed out into Iziz, a quiet sigh escaping her lips as she thought about the recent events. So much had happened recently that she had seemingly lost track of time, days, hell, even months. The Republic was still in tact, though major changes had occurred and saw the shift of the entirety of Republic control including the capital from the core, further out, and the designation of Onderon as their capital world, rather than Anaxes, or Coruscant.

A knock on her door would be greeted by her chipper as always reply. "Yes? Come in!" And in would come lieutenant Taryn. "Ma'am, you have someone here to see you."

The girl straightened herself, "Very well. I'll see them." She nodded to the other woman, and motioned for her to leave the door open as she turned to exit. The appointment was likely already in her datapad, but she rarely had time to look at it anymore. Simply going with whatever the day had in store for her was more than enough excitement than she needed. Having an agenda filled with objectives with deadlines was a daunting thought.

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[Caid Centurion]

It was fortunate for Caid that he didn't have to wait long. The last six years in and out of medical treatment facilities and rehab had been...agonizing enough on his patience. To a fault, he wasn't much one to be constantly glued behind a desk. Yet in tactical situations he seemed to have untold amounts of patience...more than likely thanks to his former life of crime.

He missed the freedom now and then. Perhaps today was going to be the day when he answered for leading the life of a Pirate in his younger years?

Once the Supreme Commander was ready to see him, Caid gave a single nod to Captain Velez. The simple expression conveyed an instruction that has become standard procedure years ago. If Caid was in the meeting for more than thirty minutes, Velez would politely interrupt with some element of urgent business.

Typically Captain Velez returned the nod, but he couldn't help but merely smile this time around.

Caid quirked a brief curious brow, but his unspoken question was answered the moment he crossed the threshold and laid eyes on [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]. Though his expression was perfectly neutral, his internal thoughts subtly raged. Attractive women in power were basically his nightmare. For about fifty million reasons.

Snapping his large frame into a position of attention, Caid focused his silver-green gaze directly ahead. "Ma'am." Caid didn't exactly prefer formality, but this was Kayleigh's office.

Also, you know, her military. Courtesy of the citizens of the Republic, at least.

 

[Mariya Pyne]

As the admiral entered the office and immediately moved to attention Kayleigh stood, offering a quick salute to the man. "At ease...Formalities are for the battlefield and combat training, not an office building in the middle of the Republic capital." She smiled, sitting back down and gesturing with her hand for the man to take a seat at his leisure.

"I am going to apologize up front, my schedule is hectic, and even if you had an appointment, I likely didn't actually read it. So again, I am terribly sorry that I am unaware of the reasoning behind your desire to speak with me. That aside, it's an honor to meet you, Admiral Centurion. Though I know we've not met before, I do take the time to view records of our military commanders when time permits. And I am pretty good at remembering faces and names"

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[Caid Centurion]

Caid settled into a seat directly in front of the Supreme Commander's desk though his posture was not exactly relaxed. Though he too was a fan of foregoing unnecessary formalities, he was rarely...relaxed around anyone. A curious brow arched as [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] basically stated she had no idea why he was there. While her reasoning appeared logical, the dark-skinned Admiral really wanted to view it as laziness. Though as he'd made very little effort to learn about the woman sitting opposite him, he'd be a complete hypocrite to hoist that point of view. "No need to apologize ma'am. I received orders to report to your office for reassignment to the operating forces of the Republic Defense Forces after being cleared by the Medical Review Board a couple weeks ago."

Inhaling steadily, Caid maintained his silver-green gaze directly into the eyes of Kayleigh. "This, naturally, probably could have been executed via remote communication. However, I refuse to work for someone I have never had the chance to meet face-to-face. Took some time to get on your schedule." A thin smile of amusement slipped across the Admiral's features. "I don't miss that, and I do not wish to waste your time."

 

[Mariya Pyne]

"Well, at the very least I am glad to see you made it back. With everything that has happened recently we need all of the able bodied folks we can get our hands on."

Kayleigh sighed, looking out the large expansive window within the office. "Since the galaxy fell apart, we've had to make a few drastic changes to our operations, namely the condensing of our military into a single unit. We simply do not have the manpower anymore to warrant two separate branches. A number of compromises were made, and here we are today. Though it seems to be working out quite nicely. Hopefully we'll be back up to speed before long."

She raised a hand to reassure the admiral that he was by no means wasting her time. "Please, I much prefer in-person meetings, especially with those in this military. I understand your desire and feel the same. I apologize that my agenda is so crazy, I'm working on becoming more available, but it's a constant scale of up and down. Nobody here will ever waste my time. This is my family."

[member="Caid Centurion"]

 

[Caid Centurion]

[member="Kayleigh Tyven"] seemed very...emotionally invested to Caid. To a point, he understood emotional connection to those you served with though he'd not personally experienced the sensation since his days before the Republic. The Supreme Commander was a...curiosity to Caid in that regard. "I can appreciate the position you and the remainder of the military have been forced into by galactic events. It's always darkest before the dawn, however."

Allowing a subtle smirk to touch his lips one more time, the dark-skinned Admiral resisted the urge to laugh. "As for you being available, I wish you a lot of luck. I'm content with the sporadic professional discourse out of necessity. You know. I like to take my relationships slow and everything." Rather than allowing the terrible joke to fester, Caid leaned forward slightly and waved a dismissive hand. "Look as appealing as the view is from this seat, ma'am, I'd just as soon get to work, and I'm sure you'd rather not suffer my personality any longer than necessary. I merely need to know to what command it is you wish for me to report." Organizationally, Caid had no idea how she was running the military at this point outside of the brief insight she'd given him a few moments earlier.

 

[Mariya Pyne]

Kayleigh was a glutton for terrible jokes, and even if Caid failed to laugh at his own, she would reward him with a soft bit of laughter of her own before answering his actual question with a more serious intent.

"If your personality was all I was made to endure, my job would be considered redundant, and I would be relieved of command, I think. What I mean is, there are plenty of others that I have to interact with on a daily basis far less...gratifying in that aspect."

The girl scratched at her chin for a moment, as if in some contemplative thought process, looking down at her desk where her datapad was resting. "Well, [member="Gir Quee"] is the Grand Admiral of the military now. While I oversee the operations and logistics, he shores up the battlefield command. My role is more or less making sure we receive the funding we need, handle the bureaucrats, and draw up contracts and strategic data for our branch. While I am happy to reinstate your command over one of the fleets in operation, Grand Admiral Quee would be the commanding officer on the field. If you wish, I can sign the paperwork to reinstate your fleet under his authority."

[member="Caid Centurion"]