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Phoeya II had been the Sith contact for the base for whenever things needed to have a public, Sullustian, face. Of course she had never been happy with it but neither of the twins had ever thought that it would matter. The Sith had subjugated the Sullustians, who gave a damn if one of them was salty about it? Boohoo, maybe try defending your planet better in their eyes. The Han'se twins, Grentan and Vermill'a, had long since gotten used to ignoring the native Sullustians unless it was time for them to work triple shifts and they were required to keep them in line in a more direct capacity.
Which was why Grentan was very annoyed that when they actually needed to get ahold of her, she was 'otherwise engaged' according to her PA.
"Listen here you little shrak, I want Phoeya on my com unit in the next five seconds or I'm going to personally see to it that she spends the rest of her life regretting having ever been born!"
Vermill'a looked at her twin before scowling and looking away. Neither of them were happy right now mainly because they'd gotten everything they ever wanted; they had been promoted! They had ascended higher than the snide little speck of a man who had held them under his control for the last year. Why were they unhappy with this? Because they had inherited his responsibilities and, right now, that included their base being utterly destroyed.
Hundreds dead, some of them Sith as opposed to the disposable cannon fodder that made up the rank and file. Even Lieutenant Sonhut wasn't answering, no matter what combination of channels either twin tried. They had been away from the base itself, working on some field tactics with some of the men, when everything started going to shrak. Vermill'a shook her head from her position within the passenger area of the TAM-6 she was in with her brother.
"We need to assume it's the FWA."
An idea that Grentan found laughable but, annoyingly, his sister was right. They had to assume it was the worst case scenario. Reaching for the integrated comlink, he spoke to the drivers and men within the trio of K79-S80 transports that were flying alongside them.
"Prepare for combat." he barked over the comlink, "If anything moves in the wreckage of the base I want it dragged to me on its knees before it can blink. Lethal force is authorized against anyone who stands in our way or resists!"
Phoeya would regret not answering his summons when he gunned down her worthless drones of workers when they, inevitably, got in the way. The base was coming up so Grentan opened the side door of the anti-aerospace crawler to hang half out the door, holding onto a bar as he did so. There was something off about this whole thing but he couldn't put his finger on it and Vermill'a was already convinced this had to the be work of Rangers.
He remained unconvinced.
The Han'se Twins
2x Tam-6 Anti-Aerospace Crawlers
3x K79-S80 Troop Transports carrying 30 troopers in total.
2x Tam-6 Anti-Aerospace Crawlers
3x K79-S80 Troop Transports carrying 30 troopers in total.
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