Well he had us there, didn’t he.

  Logistics. We hadn’t ignored it, it was very important after all. We had simply thought most of the materials could be scrounged up from the shipyards and factory worlds. Handing out a contract wasn’t up to us, but were we fully willing to trust any corporation with our reputation if they produced sub-standard shields?

  Tenant, the ever politically connected jumps on this: “An excellent point, sir. On a certain level we are aware of the logistical issues one may expect of a higher grade weapon, but theses shields are relatively simple in design and concept. We don’t want something bulky here like a new gunship variant or starship with specific weapons systems. Never mind something which would require a specific type of ammunition, component or fuel. We are requesting shields. Something which can be assembled near the front if necessary or even on site if the materials are provided. Shields which can be easily stacked on one another if they are assembled on the front and do not take up too much space if they are transported from Core factories.”

  I jump in here to stop Tenant from possibly committing corporate favoritism: “And we would not know which corporation would be deserving of such a military contract, sir. Although it would be preferable for every ship to be equipped with the shields, we are also aware that realistically the priority would be high risk fronts followed by the more aggressive taskforces and finally the garrisons.”

  “Before we discuss the possible locations of the trial runs, we should be discussing if the project should be green lit in the first place.” Captain Pelleon says.

  “That is true Captain. However we should still incorporate the possible locations of trial runs before any project is accepted. We are aware that neither of our commands will be hosting the primary front line trial runs due to the inherent conflict of interests. We would personally recommend a command which is often engaged in naval combat to have the highest possibility of a hostile boarding action. We would not recommend for a unit to board an enemy vessel without the shields having been tested defensively first. We did submit a list of preferable units, such as the 104th Clone Battalion, whose commanding officers are present today, the 501st Clone Battalion which has been on the front lines almost constantly, the 212th Clone Attack Battalion also has similar experiences, though any unit from the 7th Star Corps could work equally well.” I say, pointedly dodging Pelleon’s suggestion.

  “Well, I suppose a trial run could be organized for a front to gauge their effectiveness.” Admiral Renau concedes a small smirk on his face, probably happy he doesn’t need to work too much about the logistics of implementing this.

  Ardus Kaine speaks up at this point: “I am aware, that this is primarily a military matter, however my department has been authorized to nudge things along once Research and Development have finished the final prototype. How long should that Take Major Erso?”

  The Major looks slightly surprised at being called up, maybe he was simply plucked for another peer and not for his specialization like Tenant thought. Erso thinks for a bit before speaking: “I am unable to give a precise time frame, Director Kaine, but for something like this, with the preliminary package of information and level of complexity I would be surprised if looking for viable materials took longer than a week and the prototypes should only take another week or two at most.”

  The Director of Naval Procurement jumps on that: “So a test run of production may be able to begin by next month. Primary front line trial runs could begin end of next month go on for about a month and if successful be expanded further by the third month after green lighting for final tests and front line trials. Worst case scenario we waste three months of minor material reallocation add an extra Pelta to the convoys in a theater for the shields, which we can fill up with higher quality rations too for a moral boost of the troops which are fighting in the thick of it. Gentlebeings I believe this hardly requires any consideration.”

  This was screaming political motivation. He wasn’t wrong though and if it got us into production and saves more lives I’d be willing to make Kaine a more integral acquaintance. Tarkin too most likely as he risked a demerit to his position by pointing out the administrative mistake High Command made after my promotion.

  “Commodore Dericote,” I turn to see General Geen standing with a datapad in hand, “Do you believe these shields could be practical in use against hostile fortified positions?”

  I had hoped he would not ask a question like this, best try to respond politely: “I cannot say, sir. I suppose if it was within an area similarly built as the interior halls of starships the doctrinal idea would have a similar effect, but the primary advantage of the shields is the enclosed space and limited maneuvers possible within a ship. Except for hangar bays, broadside batteries and the rooms surrounding the reactor most ships internal hallways are short enough and wide enough for limited aerial maneuverability. I don’t believe the shields would be very useful in large open spaces leading up to fortified positions, they would most likely even be detrimental on muddy terrain.”

  The General nods despite my answer and notes something down on his datapad. I notice an Adjutant whisper something into Fleet Admiral Honor’s ear, but she shakes her head and waves the officer off. After a few seconds the small Zilkin hops to the edge of his table and speaksup: “I must say, the current outlook of the new war material seems quite positive. Would it be wise to pass the paper and the basic doctrinal advice directly along to the officers who will be performing the front line tests a good time before the shields arrive? To ensure the proper use of the shields of course.”

  Fleet Admiral Honor speaks up at that: “A good idea Colonel. We will amend the plans, since it appears we will be accepting the proposal at this rate. Any objections Jedi High General Rancisis?”

  “None at all.” The wizened Master replies.

  The Admiral stands and moves to the front, ushering myself and Tenant to her left. She clears her throat and speaks: “Due to the level of importance, minimal doctrinal interference and the amount as well as type of representation from multiple branches we will simple bypass committee with a two thirds majority via datapads. All personnel with the equivalent rank of Captain or higher will be able to vote on the bypass. Please enter your votes.”

  It takes a moment but her pad lights up green and she continues: “The committal phase has been bypassed. As we’ve had the equivalent of an explanation and debate phase we will move directly to the voting, Rear Admiral Tenant and Commodore Dericote will not be permitted to vote on this. Every other person who previously voted may do so now as well. A simple majority for the project to pass. Please enter your votes.”

  Another moment and her datapad lights up green. She turns towards Tenant and I and speaks again: “Congratulations. The shields will begin preliminary testing, production and trials. The Navy and Army will inform you of the eventual decision of the Committee for War Materials and Strategic Resources on Navy wide implementation. I thank everyone for your time. Long Live the Republic. You are dismissed.”

  The Fleet Admiral gives a quick nod to Tenant and I and marches off followed by her gaggle of officers. Many of the other officers leave as well, while Tarkin and Kaine approach us. My smile is wide and Tenant is looking more smug than usual.

  “Congratulations.” Tarkin says, “I must say I am very optimistic about this success.”

  I reply promptly: “Me as well Captain. I must also thank you profusely for you effort to point out the clerical error High Command made in the past.”

  “It is little issue, I assure you. If you will excuse me I have something to ask of General Geen.” He finishes and moves away after shaking Tenant’s hand.

  Kaine moves directly to Tarkin’s former spot: “I wish to formally introduce myself Commodore. Ardus Kaine, Head Director of Naval Procurement. I must say for your achievements in the North Eastern Slice you are less imposing than I would have expected.”

  I smirk at that: “Well I must say that the politics of naval procurement and military hardware are far more terrifying than any fighting I’ve been in, except for maybe a couple engagements early in my active career.”

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  “You flatter me, Commodore. I look forward to the implementation of the shields and hope your career continues to be so successful.” He says.

  “Thank you. If I am permitted to ask, do you know if Naval Procurement is considering any different fighters? I have had some minor concerns with the effectiveness of the V-19 Torrent recently, specifically the lacking Hyperdrive system and wondered if any alternatives are being considered. If you cannot say, I fully understand, Director.” I hesitantly ask.

  He smiles at that: “Oh it is no problem at all Commodore. Off the top of my head we are working on three fighters currently. There’s a good looking upgrade package for outdated Z-95 Headhunters from Incom Corporation and Subpro Corporation. It’s looking quite good for launched fighters, but again unless they add another upgrade package they won’t really have a hyperdrive. The R-41 Starchaser, a Hersch-Kessel product, is looking acceptable. The main issue is that the damn thing is just out of development and is going up against the Z-95 which already has a fully functioning assembly line up and ready. Though The R-41 does appear to have a better weapons package and a hyperdrive certain groups in the Navy are unwilling to part from current fighters such as the older Z-95 and V-19.”

  “And what about the last one?”

  “Ah yes, the ARC-170. It looks nice on paper certainly, but the crew cost is ridiculous. Three sentients and an astromech. Unless they’re being exclusively used for reconnaissance and hit and runs I don’t see the damn purpose. All three have been confirmed already. Front line reinforcements should arrive in the next couple of months, that was ensured by my predecessor. The Z-95 will start fully phasing out the V-19 within the next month, while I would expect the R-41 to start arriving at the front in about three months. The ARC-170 should enter widespread service around the same time as the R-41, but they’ve already finished their final battlefield tests on Malastare. It will be up to the Logistical Department to send them out anyway.”

  “Thank you very much for your insight, Director Kaine. It makes me feel better that the Navy is willing to enact change on this. Would it be at all possible for my unit to conduct some of the battlefield trials for the R-41 Starchasers?” I ask.

  “Oh certainly. I hope I can count on your continued success and innovative ideas as well, Commodore. Excuse me, I need to catch a cab for my next meeting.”

  I say goodbye to the Director and am approached by Master Koth. I give a quick salute to my imminent superior and offer my hand. He takes it while introducing himself: “Commodore, I am Jedi Master Eith Koth. I have been assigned to the Dac system and the surrounding worlds, garrisons, Army and Navy units. I understand yours is among those numbers.”

  “Yes, sir. The 97th Outer Rim Squadron, though I am sorry to say I was not informed of this until last night when the information caught up with my location.” I say in turn.

  “Very well. I plan on heading along the Perlimian Trade Route until Centares where my unit will head to Mon Cala by way of Iego. Will you accompany us, Commodore?”

  I thought about it for a moment. Going with the General could be useful overall, especially politically, but: “When do you intend to head out, sir?”

  “In two weeks, Commodore.”

  “Then I will have to refuse, I intend on returning by way of Bothawui and Hutt space with the 159th Logistical Section, a unit under my command. I wish to gauge the effectiveness of a new route provided by my subordinate Senior Captain Hugh. If that is acceptable, sir, I will then prepare your welcome.” I say.

  “Of course, Commodore. I look forward to your hospitality. I will inform my Captains of your decision. Now please excuse me, but I have some Council work waiting for me at the temple.

  “No problem, sir. Have a lovely day.”

  “You as well, Commodore and may the Force be with you.” The Jedi says as he leaves.

  I turn to see Tenant in a deep discussion with Tarkin so I gather my notes and wave him goodbye as I head out for some lunch. R4 and I had made it half way to the mess hall when I saw General Solomahal wave me down. I approach trying and failing to hide the curiosity from my face.

  “Commodore.” The Lutrillian spoke, “I understand you are heading out for lunch. I would enjoy you accompanying my person.”

  “If you insist, sir. I had planned to simply grab something from the mess hall.” I reply.

  “Then follow me and keep quiet, soldier.”

  I nod and follow the General out of the military complex, into a cab and eventually to a small hole in the wall of a diner. The General simply nods towards the other Lutrillian behind the counter and leads me into a private room, with R4 trailing behind.

  “Soldier, would you deactivate your droid’s video and audio receptors.” He asked, though it was clearly an order. I apologized to R4 as she powered down those systems.

  “What did you wish of me, sir?” I ask.

  “Order whatever you like, we’ll talk after the food arrives.” The Intelligence officer says. I do as he says and get a reuben sandwich while the General simply taps his fingers twice. The waiter leaves and returns ten minutes later with my sandwich and some kind of loaded fries for the General. He pays for the meals then and there and locks the door behind the waitress.

  “Sir?”

  “You clearly value the lives of your men.”

  “What gave you that impression, sir?”

  “Reform requires a decent chunk of political influence, even if it’s for something simple. Instead of waiting until you had a higher rank to start offering changes to doctrine you did so imminently after you personally suffered through a boarding action against your ship. It was you who contacted Tenant, he is in the opportune position for minor reforms while you were not. You also double ordered medical supplies for your entire squadron, that did not get overlooked. In fact it was flagged for possible corruption by the Ministry of Naval Procurement.”

  “Am I being investigated? … sir.” I ask, worry on my face and my meal forgotten.

  “No, the Chancellor’s office made certain of that. I find it intriguing that despite you never having met the Chancellor before, he has gained a certain level of interest in your career. He is clearly trying to get more young officers from outside the typical families into higher positions. According to my superiors it is to fill out the ranks, but I trust Isard as far as I can throw a Hutt.” he says while picking at his food.

  “Director Armand Isard from Republic Intelligence and the Senate Bureau of Intelligence?” I ask to clarify.

  “The same. It is typical in my type of job to trust but verify, but Isard is not the type of man one should trust, soldier. He has been gathering power throughout the Intelligence services and there was quite a purge of directors when the war began. I’m telling you now, since you are becoming quite the propaganda piece already, do not trust any of his men.” the General answers

  “Why should I be trusting you then, sir?”

  “Good soldier. Find out if you can verify what I say. Though I would personally advise against it, since it may put you on Isard’s shit list. I will tell you something though, soldier. There are new political factions forming in the Navy and Army recently. The old guard are dying out when they fail to adapt, like that C.O. you had in the 347th at the start of the war. George Di-Van failed to adapt and underestimated his foes on top of that. Look what it got him. He took about three thousand crew with him to his grave. I find this even more suspicious when you see the intelligence report given to him, no mention of any Separatist ships in the entire subsector, which I know for a fact was both untrue and known at the time. Di-Van for all his faults was a staunch Republic loyalist and traditionalist.” He finishes that sentence by taking a large bite of his food, making me realize I hadn’t even taken a bite of my own meal.

  General Solomahal continues on anyway: “The radical reformers are also getting picked off in a fashion I find suspicious. I believe you were befriended with Rear Admiral Dao before his untimely demise? He had sent in a new doctrinal paper on possible improvements to electronic warfare and fighter doctrine, there were certain undertones that the current powers given to the Intelligence services were too many and that their naval intelligence ships were mismanaged to boot. He was redeployed to Ryloth the next day. The orders had already been primed for a larger unit to support Master Ima-Gun-Di. The fact that you and Tenant successfully brought through a reform paper shows me that it isn’t an outright battle against reformers and old guard being conducted. There seems to be a targeting of officers on both ends. Specifically the type of people who may not wish to see the government change from the current system.”

  “You’re speaking treason.” I gasp.

  “No, I am protecting the Republic from treason. Think soldier, when the ones whose voices are silenced are the members in the military who clearly are voicing their objections to the way the government is reforming into something far more authoritarian and jingoistic we start having problems. You’re a historian by education at the very least, don’t you know that to be true?”

  I hesitate. He was right, to an extent. In the galaxy there were only a few times when the Republic turned more authoritarian. Nine Hells there was a threat of civil war after Revan’s empire collapsed because the military and civilian governments had different factions calling for the lessening of restrictions and for continuing the wartime status quo. Never mind the Pius Dea regime which only ended when the young Republic Navy and Jedi banded together to fight the authoritarian human supremacists. In old Earth’s past there were even more examples, where purges almost always left a nation vulnerable, be they military, civilian or governmental in nature.

  “What do you think we can do about it?” I ask

  “Nothing for now. We must continue to act the good little soldiers. Eventually the war will end and when it does we will see which side the chit lands on. If we’re lucky we will not have to do anything. If we’re not, we wait until we can do something. Best keep a close eye on any government reforms in the future, soldier. Get out, leave your meal and don’t talk to anyone about this. The owner will give you a receipt. On it you will find my personally encrypted commlink codes. Get yourself your own before you contact me. Long live the Republic, soldier.”

  “Long live the Republic.” I say in turn, though I don’t think I’ve ever said it so hopelessly before. I saluted the General before leaving doing as he said and grabbing the receipt.

  Solomahal finished up his meal while thinking. He may have tipped his hand too far for the young officer. At least the jamming in the room hadn’t failed once and with the audio and visual receptors of the droid off it wouldn’t have noticed in the slightest. This would be hearsay at best and with the word of an honored and loyal General against that of an upstart Commodore, High Command would dismiss any accusations without more proof, though they may start an investigation.

  Dericote seemed like a safe bet though. Loyal to the ideals of the Republic. Young enough for the necessary remnants of idealism and from a background that didn’t stick him in an ivory tower. He has connections to increase the prospects of any anti-authoritarian faction within the military and the luck of being without a Jedi General when Isard was looking for propaganda pieces.

  Solomahal needed to cultivate the young officer. Prune any thoughts of active resistance until the war was over and if he shows to be amenable to future instructions he could be a vital tool to reform the Republic. The Outer Rim native pulled a tobacco stick from under the table, lit it and took a drag. Ideology is a hell of a drug and currently the battle was already raging on the Senate floor.

  The democratic side was loosing in there while Palpatine’s cronies were gaining ground in the committees and the Senate floor. The old guard Republic traditionalists in the Navy seemed to be dying out at a high rate and the reformer Republic loyalists seemed to be doing the same. Meanwhile the Chancellor’s supporters in the old guard and reformers of the Navy and G.A.R. seemed to be gaining more and more influence. It didn’t matter if they were jingoists or had anti outer rim sentiments, if they were xenophobic in private or public, the Chancellor’s men were being appointed to higher and higher positions. Kaine’s appointment had been the last nail in the coffin. He had no military experience and yet had been placed in charge of Naval procurement!? That hadn’t ever happened during times of war. It had even been a reason for removing the last head of procurement to a different department.

  And no one seemed to know what Palpatine’s politics actually were! He had passed the term limits by a few years already, yet nobody was calling for an election. A couple Senators who had tried had ended up missing or retired, it wasn’t looking good on that prospect. He couldn't be the only one that saw this. So he had started contingencies. One of which had just left the diner and would probably not be able to eat for the rest of the day.