Dathomir, New DFT Headquarters, Council Room
Tiberius looked up from his chair and smiled, seeing all of his Ship Commanders all around. "How are the ships coming along?" He asked, tilting his head down to look at his datapad, searching through information. One of the two Battle Fleet Admirals spoke up, "Our ships are prepped and ready, sir, upon your command, we will cut through the those Pirates!" Tiberius nodded, "Good, good. And what about your fleet, Drego?" The other Admiral looked up, a little concerned and weary, taking a deep breath. "Speak up, I'm not going to choke you via the Force." Everyone erupting into a laughter, a few nudging each other. The joke speaking about what all Sith Lord's do to their incompetents, but the real joke was that everyone suspected that the Force holders were entirely gone now, not seeing or hearing of any Jedi or Sith in so long. "Sorry sir, there's been a few problems. We're just not getting enough recruits to become Soldiers and if our numbers are too small, the plan may not work. Other than that, it's been a slow pace to restock the ships for food. You told us we could not restock from home due to the remaining refugees but the outer planets do not want to give up their food either. We can get the food... it's just a concern as I feel they do not appreciate what all we do for them."
Tiberius shook his head with a quickened pace, "No, none of the Protected Planets need to give us anything or do anything for us. I told you, I told all of you, I am the one who pays you and rewards you for what you do. I pay you to provide the Protected Planets anything they need. Medical supplies, construction equipment, ....homes. I never expect anything back. We need them on our side, not the Rebels or the Empires. They aren't doing anything, they're busy with the squabblings of each other. 'oh uh, uh oh... we need more ships to fight each other.' Bunch of bumbling Umrons, if you ask me. You know what they do? After a bunch of snot happens, they worry that either side may become stronger enough to kill them, so they worry about fleets and armies! They barely show they care about what happened to the people of the Galaxy, rarely let refugees in. It's a bunch of mynock muffins, if you ask me." All of the commanders agreed, "Sorry sir, I just felt they should be a little more willing, considering things." the original complaining Admiral stated. "Perhaps they should," Tiberius continued. "Which is why after they see the result of what our next plans our, I'm willing to bet DFT's Bank on it. Speaking of which, I haven't been informed lately, does anyone know the status of the new DFT HoloNet?" Tiberius asked, leaning back in his chair. "We've hit a snag, sir." One of the lower ship Commanders said. Tiberius, listened, waiting, "Well... go on! I haven't heard anything in awhile. So much for the DFT to be perfect!" The Ship Commander nodded quickly and continued hastily, "Most HoloNet Nodes are down. We've sent some Tugs escorted by some Gunships to make the repairs, though. So everything should be up in about a year." "Alright then. While it isn't amazing, it seems everyone has been doing their jobs without me being required to oversee it. Good job everyone."
Tiberius pushed out his chair and stood, so did the others. "Dismissed." He stated, the others nodded, and began to leave. "Don't forget! I need everyone in position as soon as possible!" They all stated, 'Yes sir!' and left the room. Tiberius reached to his face with his wrist and spoke into a small panel, "Herra, it's Tiberius. Has the Redeemer been stocked and how far is it?" A feminine voice perked up from the panel which seemed to be a small internal comm, "Hello General! The Redeemer should reach Dathomir soon, one of the weapons during check weren't functioning so we had to give it a look." "Good, thank you Herra."
Tiberius looked up from his chair and smiled, seeing all of his Ship Commanders all around. "How are the ships coming along?" He asked, tilting his head down to look at his datapad, searching through information. One of the two Battle Fleet Admirals spoke up, "Our ships are prepped and ready, sir, upon your command, we will cut through the those Pirates!" Tiberius nodded, "Good, good. And what about your fleet, Drego?" The other Admiral looked up, a little concerned and weary, taking a deep breath. "Speak up, I'm not going to choke you via the Force." Everyone erupting into a laughter, a few nudging each other. The joke speaking about what all Sith Lord's do to their incompetents, but the real joke was that everyone suspected that the Force holders were entirely gone now, not seeing or hearing of any Jedi or Sith in so long. "Sorry sir, there's been a few problems. We're just not getting enough recruits to become Soldiers and if our numbers are too small, the plan may not work. Other than that, it's been a slow pace to restock the ships for food. You told us we could not restock from home due to the remaining refugees but the outer planets do not want to give up their food either. We can get the food... it's just a concern as I feel they do not appreciate what all we do for them."
Tiberius shook his head with a quickened pace, "No, none of the Protected Planets need to give us anything or do anything for us. I told you, I told all of you, I am the one who pays you and rewards you for what you do. I pay you to provide the Protected Planets anything they need. Medical supplies, construction equipment, ....homes. I never expect anything back. We need them on our side, not the Rebels or the Empires. They aren't doing anything, they're busy with the squabblings of each other. 'oh uh, uh oh... we need more ships to fight each other.' Bunch of bumbling Umrons, if you ask me. You know what they do? After a bunch of snot happens, they worry that either side may become stronger enough to kill them, so they worry about fleets and armies! They barely show they care about what happened to the people of the Galaxy, rarely let refugees in. It's a bunch of mynock muffins, if you ask me." All of the commanders agreed, "Sorry sir, I just felt they should be a little more willing, considering things." the original complaining Admiral stated. "Perhaps they should," Tiberius continued. "Which is why after they see the result of what our next plans our, I'm willing to bet DFT's Bank on it. Speaking of which, I haven't been informed lately, does anyone know the status of the new DFT HoloNet?" Tiberius asked, leaning back in his chair. "We've hit a snag, sir." One of the lower ship Commanders said. Tiberius, listened, waiting, "Well... go on! I haven't heard anything in awhile. So much for the DFT to be perfect!" The Ship Commander nodded quickly and continued hastily, "Most HoloNet Nodes are down. We've sent some Tugs escorted by some Gunships to make the repairs, though. So everything should be up in about a year." "Alright then. While it isn't amazing, it seems everyone has been doing their jobs without me being required to oversee it. Good job everyone."
Tiberius pushed out his chair and stood, so did the others. "Dismissed." He stated, the others nodded, and began to leave. "Don't forget! I need everyone in position as soon as possible!" They all stated, 'Yes sir!' and left the room. Tiberius reached to his face with his wrist and spoke into a small panel, "Herra, it's Tiberius. Has the Redeemer been stocked and how far is it?" A feminine voice perked up from the panel which seemed to be a small internal comm, "Hello General! The Redeemer should reach Dathomir soon, one of the weapons during check weren't functioning so we had to give it a look." "Good, thank you Herra."