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Londinium. A cold, overcrowded, depressing city, a place that even with all its financial might and technological advances could not seem to banish poverty. Or perhaps there was little will or incentive to do so. After all, that would require the elite to care about something other than their own self-preservation or power. In his experience, that was as rare as a repentant Sith, possible, but one would never bet on it. At least he was here to do something about it.
Even if we had to twist the Drayens’ arms a little bit, maybe they are not quite so bad as some of the other nobles, or civil war. They agreed that something should be done to help the poor, if only to prevent further uprisings against their rule. Whatever, intentions matter little, the food and medical supplies we’ll be delivering today will.
He and Yva were part of a lightly armed convoy of food and medicine into the slums of the city, which had suffered the brunt of the coup attempt and had yet to be reconstructed. It did not surprise him, the poor suffered the most in any war and for the most part cared little about who ruled over them, so long as their lives did not change too much and they had the essentials for survival. It was hard to care about politics when you’re starving.
Turning to Yva, who walked next to him, he lowered his voice, nodding toward the crowd that had begun to follow them, and gestured to the burnt out buildings, some of which likely still contained corpses.
“This may not be...pleasant...but I want you to look. It is important to keep in mind that soldiers, generals, and Jedi are not the only casualties of war, or indeed, the majority.” He said to her in a low voice. “It is also why, when planning an assault, you should be precise, swift, and deadly, without a second's hesitation. The longer a battle drags on, the more collateral damage is done. If you ever have doubts, save them until you are safe. They can and will get you killed otherwise."
He continued walking down the street, extending his senses to the buildings around him. They were being watched, and not by friendly faces.
“And, in many ways, the hardest part about war is dealing with its consequences…”
And we only have a few security officers with us, going into a slum that was likely not the safest place to begin with. The Drayens could not afford to send more, not with their army massing for the final assault. He had a feeling this would not be a simple relief mission.
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