New Force Order

III

35ABY

Outer rim

Rseik Sector: Vestar - Port-Esta outskirts, High Angel's headquarters

T'rien regarded Fovius, tilting her head to the side curiously, "You want us to do what?" she asked.

"I'd like you to allow us to train your troops with blasters while you train ours with lightsabers," responded Fovius calmly, "I believe it would help for our forces to know more than one way to fight as you never know what situations we might get into."

She thought about this for a second and nodded, it made sense. "We can definitely teach your troops how to use a lightsaber. However, it may be more difficult for them to become really skilled with it as I assume most of them aren't Force Sensitive. I'll have Daran, Vartil and Nia train both forces together. Do you have any bases off of Vestar, Fovius?" she asked again, first complying with his request then asking for one of her own.

He looked at her, searching for ill-intent most likely. He complied though and answered her question, "Yes we have multiple bases and operatives spread out across the galaxy. Our main base off of this planet is on Rakata Prime, and we have another minor one on Ryloth. We have a main base on Rakata Prime because it's so obscure that The First Order can hardly bother with it. Good for a hideout in a time of need."

T'rien nodded, looking around the High Angel's headquarters on Vestar. It was well made and had walls built up around it. It had a large spaceport that had more than enough room to fit both of their combined fleets and there was also a large, sprawling building to the left of the main building.

T'rien and Fovius looked over to the training area across the base where there were fits of laughter. They looked at each other before the pair of them began walking towards the source of laughter. When the two of them arrived, they found one man shooting blaster shots at one of her troops, a Force Sensitive, named Adin, and she glared at him as he used the Force to juggle the blaster shots around in an amusing fashion. She continued to glare at him until eventually he looked over in her direction. His eyes widened and he instantly sent the blaster bolts away. The bystanders watching the two men all stopped laughing and they turned to look at T'rien and Fovius, who was shaking his head at them. Adin ran up to her and kneeled in front of her, his head bowed down.

"Empress, please forgive me! I had no idea you were watching!" He exclaimed, kneeling even further.

"Get up," commanded T'rien, who watched as Adin lifted himself up into an upwards position. She pointed to the target's not far away, "We aren't here to play. This is serious business. Instead of juggling those blaster shots, I want you," she pointed at Fovius' troop who was also looking down, "to continue shooting the shots, and I want you," she pointed back to Adin, "to control the blaster fire and send it at the target. Start with controlling and aiming one at the target first, then add another one to have you control two at once."

T'rien then gestured to all of those present and addressed them, "All of you should practice this. Pair up with a partner, one Force Sensitive, and the other with a blaster. Do this until we leave. Dismissed." She turned back around as they all stumbled to begin practicing, and she looked at Fovius, who had a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"You're an... Empress?" He said carefully, looking her over with respect.

"You could say that I am, but for most of them it's become a habit. Many of them are used to addressing their leader as either master, emperor, or empress, and once one person started calling me that, they all did. You shouldn't think too much of it. Now where is your battlemaster or trainer? I'd like to introduce them to our battlemasters, the ones that train our troops and all." asked T'rien plainly, daring him to challenge her authoritative air.