Devrim Wolfe
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2018
- Messages
- 190
- Reaction score
- 204
"Yes, Weyloran, everything," Devrim stated with finality to the wide-eyed trooper. They stood next to the few rows of data servers that were installed in the moon base when it was seized by the Galactic Alliance from the Phaeda Triumvirate. Though their work had barely begun here, it had already come to an end. The Alliance's locations had been compromised.
"Yes Commander. I'll have it done right away," the rebel trooper replied.
The Commander gave him a smile and a firm pat on the shoulder. "Make copies and wipe it from here. We don't want anything left behind if the Imperials decide to strike." Turning toward the rest of the manufacturing facility, Devrim observed his faithful men working tirelessly as they packed up everything that wasn't nailed down. Everything was being packed into crates and loaded into shuttles that would take them to a Distance-class Corvette awaiting in orbit. While all of this was merely a precaution, the black-clad Commander couldn't help but sense the unease and despair that they all felt.
Stepping up onto a crate, elevating him a bit over the rebels that milled about, Devrim cleared his throat. A few paused what they were doing, heads turning to give the man their full attention. All at once, he felt uncomfortable and awkward. Devrim was never one for making speeches — he was a man of action, not words. But these people needed their spirits lifted, and so he took a deep breath before beginning.
"This isn't the end," he stated firmly. A few more stopped their work to listen. "I know we only just set up here and put in a lot of work, but we mustn't lose hope." Devrim's eyes scanned the room, finding his courage. "I know you all must have heard what happened at Corellia and Nar Shaddaa, that one of our best and brightest abandoned one of her own. I won't lie to you all — that is why we are taking these precautions and moving our supplies."
"But, they are just precautions," Devrim's voice grew stronger. "We are not beaten, we are not running. The Alliance is stronger than ever, and with the reemergence of the Jedi, hope is surging through the Galaxy. Rebellions are rising everywhere as we speak, and we will rise up and take down the Empire once and for all." Stepping off of the crate, the Commander strode through and placed a hand on the shoulders of the rebels he passed. "We need you — the Galaxy needs you all. If we all work together, then we will achieve victory."
Thus finished his little inspirational speech, the rebels continued on with their work. Though it may not have been much, Devrim could sense the renewed spirit in them all. Turning toward a weapon rack, the Jedi pulled an empty crate closer and began moving the blasters into it. They still had much work to do. Though the Phaeda base would still be left operational, it would be running on a skeleton crew once they all had finished here today.