The crimson child -Male Sith Reader-

Rebel Assault

Returning to the pressing matters at hand, you turned your attention to the Rekki tasked with fortifying the security of the factory on Rekkiad. Standing at your side, Commander Havok awaited your instructions, his presence a reassuring anchor in the tumult of strategic planning.

"Commander," you addressed him, your voice carrying the weight of authority. "Gather a team of Rekki to address the security vulnerabilities within the factory. We cannot afford any breaches in our defences."

With a sharp salute, Commander Havok acknowledged your command before swiftly setting the wheels in motion. As he departed to carry out your orders, you turned your focus to the task at hand, your mind already racing with potential courses of action.

Surveying the layout of the factory, you identified several blind spots that required immediate attention. The security cameras, essential for monitoring the facility, were in dire need of repair and reinforcement. Additionally, installing new cameras in strategic locations would help eliminate any remaining blind spots, ensuring comprehensive surveillance of the premises.

Organizing the security personnel stationed at the factory was another crucial aspect of fortifying its defences. By assigning specific roles and responsibilities to each member of the security team, you could streamline operations and enhance efficiency. With each passing moment, your plans took shape, meticulously crafted to address every potential contingency. The Rekki tasked with fortifying the factory's security worked tirelessly under Commander Havok's watchful eye.

As the preparations neared completion, a sudden alarm pierced the air, jolting you from your focused state. The situation had escalated far sooner than anticipated. Without hesitation, you rushed to the command center, where a flurry of activity greeted you.

"Report," you demanded, your tone firm and commanding.

Commander Havok stood at attention, his gaze unwavering as he relayed the dire news. "Sir, the factory is under attack. The rebels have launched a coordinated assault on our perimeter defences."

Time was of the essence, and decisive action was imperative to quell the rebellion before it spiralled out of control.

"Mobilize the available security forces. We cannot allow the rebels to gain a foothold within our factory." you ordered, your calm voice cutting through the chaos.

With practiced efficiency, Commander Havok executed your commands, rallying the troops to defend their stronghold. Armed security forces poured out of the barracks, their weapons at the ready as they prepared to face the enemy head-on.

As the battle raged on the outskirts of the factory, you remained in the command center, your gaze fixed on the tactical displays before you. Every movement, every decision was calculated with precision, guided by the unwavering resolve to protect Nathema's interests at all costs.

Through the crackling comms, you heard Commander Havok's steady voice, issuing orders and coordinating the defence with expert precision. His leadership was unwavering, instilling confidence in the ranks as they fought tooth and nail against the rebel insurgents.

As blaster shots echoed across the battleground, Commander Havok found himself increasingly targeted, blaster bolts whizzing dangerously close to his position. With a swift and practiced motion, he returned fire, his aim true as he sought to suppress the advancing enemy forces.

Amidst the chaos, a figure emerged from the fray, charging directly at Commander Havok with determination etched upon their features. At first glance, he didn't recognize the assailant, but upon closer inspection, familiarity dawned upon him. It was the scout, the same adversary he had clashed with in a previous skirmish.