CHAPTER 1
Upon meeting the man, Admiral Cryan already had a deep dislikeing of Moff Pestar. He had a freshly pressed uniform, with sweat patches under the arm pits, a long thin nose and a large mole on his chin. He would of looked comical, if the man didnt have the power to send Cryan to some hell-hole such as Kashyyk.
"Admiral you already have a huge amount of resources availble to your purge operations. Why do you want this new unit of...whats it called".
I dont belive hes forgetten the name of the unit. Ive been talking to this smelly toe rag about it for 45 minutes. Cryan thought.
"Ahh yes" Pestar said looking up from his notes at last."This new unit of orbital drop shock troopers? Surely the 501st and 88th marine divsion, forces youve been assigned can handle an invasion of this planet...um"he said as he went through his notes.
Bloody moron thought Cryan. How much Id love to pull you across this table.
" Ah yes Nimhur" Pestar finally said. Then he buzzed for his attendant to come in.
"Well Sir as I said" The past 20 times ! " The Jedi are in smaller groups now than before, and many are hiding on hostile planets. And as we seen with the incident on Kashyyk, a full scale invasion proves to costly. But the idea of ODST troopers is for the solidiers to drop out from high orbit right on top of the jedi. This procedure is more stealthy, faster and effective as we seen in operation:Enclave. In this op 40 ODSTs drooped on a position of approximately 7 jedi. All the jedi were wiped out and ODST casualties were approximately 42 percent."
I told you this before you incompetent old fart. Now Cryan was really annoyed.
The door to the left of the room opened and a younge girl in quite revealing clothing walked in and bowed to Pestar.
"How may I be of service my lord?" she said with out looking up.
Did she just call him what I think she did. Cryan was outraged. He had to scan the girl again she was approximately 19 and the clothing she was wearing made her look like a slave girl. But then his stomach turned twice as much when he seen the deep scaring on her back. Ok old timer sign those kriffing forms or you are dead. He felt his hand casually dusting of his E-11's handle.
"2 glasses of caf please girl. pestar said with out looking at her. Oh and 2 more for the Admirals men" he said
Theta 1164 and Alpha01 two of Cryans ODSTs were standing behind him. They had personalised their armor with blue and red and had gear thatb resembled the new sand troopers.
"Right away master" she said before walking of with a slight limp.
By the fore hes beating her, Cryan then turned to both ODSTs and mouthed for them to follow her and see her wounds. How he managed it with causing Pestar to look up from his notes he'd never know.
Both men walked of and Pestar remained completely oblivious.
" No admiral I donyt see how this project could pay of. permission for the ODST project is denied" he finally said with a sort of smile on his face.
"Sir I urge you to reconsider" Cryan said
" No Admiral I will not. Period" Pestar said again with out looking up.
Then Cryans Comm link crackled to life .
" Sir its Alpha-01, we know you cant talk but we have found severe traumas on the girl, burns from what appears to be a plasma tourch and your not going to belief this a lightsaber, we're treating them now. Over"
Got you now slimo Cryan thought.
" Well Pestar I recommend you sign the dotted line as I have proof your breaking imperial directive 12 subsection 18 paragraph 7965. Regarding harasment of staff" Cryan said now smiling
"What are you talking about admiral ?" pestar was now pale and standing up. " I could have you sent to mustafar for that vile accusation you ... you" The man was now red.
Cryan drew his E-11. " Sign the kriffing form.!! NOW!!"
Pestar backed down and signed the form. "You wont get away with this. "
"Oh but I will" cryan said just before he fired.
Pestar hit the ground with a thud. Cryan made his way around the back of the desk and searched the drewers looking for what he wanted. Then finally. Gotch ya. He placed the lightsaber hilt in Pestars hands then called in the guards.
"Help! help! Jedi help me !!" he screamed.
Just then four red guards and his 2 ODSTs crashed through the doors, blasters raised and pointed at the limp corpse of Pestar.
" I shot him once he drew the lightsaber. He went down quickly" he lied
" Good job sir " the leading red guard said as he turned to his men.
" You 2 find Moff Thrival , you get more men down here and notify command" he then turned to Cryan "Sir moff Trival will see you, if you wish"
" Thank you trooper" Cryan said as he and his men walked out of the room. No one would ever truly know what occured in there.
TWO HOURS LATER....
Moff Trival was much more likeable than Pestar. Cryan thought they could of been good friends if the situation was different. He only had to say everything once.
" Well admiral, congratulations on baggibg that scum earlier, and congratulations on your new ODST unit, use them to bring justice to the galaxy" Thrival said as he shook Cryans hand.
" Now if you would excuse me Admiral I have a meeting with Moff Tarkin about tthe Mygeetoo industrialisation project" he then walked out leaving a very satisfied Cryan in the office.
" Lads " he turned to his 2 ODSTs " We've got a planet to invade" he said as the 3 of the walked out the door and made their way to the hanger bays. Where Cryans new transport was waiting to take them back to the Evoluton.
