Empire's End

Evacuation

Sacrifice. In every military, every single man and women you see, have sacrificed something in their lives to be where they're at. Sorfe was no exception. He had a home, one waiting for him on Naboo. A wife to come back to and the life of fatherhood that he sacrificed.

He looked around the bridge, wondering what the crew has sacrificed. From a navigational officer to the janitor, they had all gave up something to be here at this exact moment. As he was in his thoughts, he suddenly remembered his duty as Captain and sprung into action after recalling one crucial aspect of the battle.

"Officer" he called out to a man running pass his. He looked a little shocked by this encounter with the Captain but to his credit did not falter. It was obvious this was his first time on the bridge. Probably as a replacement. He thought. "Alert all our remaining battery cannons to-"

He was interrupted by a blue hologram coming to life on the middle of the catwalk the light blue reflection on the floor gave the whole bridge a slight blue tinge. It showed a man, who has very clearly seen the worse of battle, he was quite scruffy looking for a man of his age Sorfe thought to himself. He wore his uniform neatly and with pride with a General insignia pin clearly shown on his uniform. His hair was neat and combed straight. He had very subtle chiseled features that some might even find charming. He looked somewhat like royalty by the way his appearance seemed. The man inhaled a deep breath before starting his announcement. His voice a very prominent one. He has obviously given many speeches in his days.

"This is General Landal of the remaining Imperial fleet. Galius Rax has perished on the planet surface-" he exhaled and took another breath of air before continuing. "All remaining Imperial ships are to rendezvous at the following coordinates. You are given fifteen minutes to leave the planet's atmosphere to form the remaining fleet over the planet, which will then retreat through hyperspace at the same time." the ship shook from an impact stuttering the holo feed but they had managed to hear the last proud saying of being in this faction. "For the glory of the-" then the signal was lost. Everyone on the bridge looked around in confusion, even the janitor. They were all looking at Sorfe for orders as per usual. Sorfe took a deep breath himself.

Perfect, thought Sorfe. He had to come in and save the day.

Meanwhile in the hangar, everyone was shouting orders towards one another similar to the bridge, but a lot more chaotic. The hanger was crowded with people. Troopers rushing into their transports wearing pristine white body armour. Officers scurried pass them with their sleek grey uniforms and caps. Alarms were blaring and lights were flashing red as ships begin to take off for the surface of Jakku in a hurry and droids moving slowly pass the men preparing for battle. Amidst the scrambling crew was Course sitting down on a crate looking around the hangar similar to a child filled with wonder. Although it all seemed like utter chaos to the rest of the crew, to Course, it was almost a sanctuary. He relished in the thought of a whole army under his command. However, it was not for reasons one might first assume. He basically saw this whole process as an escape from his usual, rather routine time on the bridge relaying whatever orders Sorfe seem fit. He would much rather be in the middle of action.

Today of all days however, he was not doing this for a personal agenda. Instead, for his fallen comrades during the war with the despicable Rebel Alliance and all those good men and women who passed with the Ravager. He stood up, eyed the crowd of men and women almost suspiciously and began answering the bombardment of requests and orders he had to approve and facilitate . Just then, a young officer came up to him. Unlike others, this was someone Course actually knew.

"Sir!" he shouted out. "I heard they were mobilising the ground assault team and you're in charge. Need any help?" he asked in a strange exciting manner.