Maketh left in a good mood, reassured that the commander would be following a plan she approved of and would indeed note her contributions to the right people when it was done. Perhaps she'd get a promotion out of the deal or just some good will, but it was a job well done either way.
The good will lasted exactly six hours before one of her junior officers shook her awake in a panic because the city is on fire, Minster, please make it stop.
The entire city. Until recently, Maketh hadn't thought it physically possible. She spent the rest of the night trying to coordinate recovery efforts and minimize the damage. In between dealing with tearful cadets and civilians too spooked and soot-covered to remember their place, she called out to her agents and competent soldiers, and piece together a picture of what had happened.
Apparently Krennic hadn't waited to put his plan into motion. Apparently he had a few of his own people feeding him information or had taken the short route and bribed some of Maketh's to give him both the right information and the right situation to exploit it. Either way, the end result was the same. The rebels caught word of a Jedi artifact being transported, made a grab for it in transit, and a firefight ensured. And, coincidentally, ran smack into a group of miners getting rid of industrial waste.
Incredibly volatile industrial waste.
How very unlucky.
Maketh gritted her teeth and dealt with as much damage as she could. The aftermath wasn't good. She'd lost three Academy instructors, a few cadets - one of whom was from a prominent family - and even worse, Agent Kallus had gotten himself shot in the head and confined to the infirmary, leaving her with no competent to remind the civilians who they could and couldn't yell at.
When it was as done as it could be, she stalked over to where the commander was staying, not bothering to change out of her uniform with its various blood and smoke-stains. Someone was going to suffer for this.
Predictably, the death-troopers didn't let her stalk in. Maketh glared at them. "Get him. Now."
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Maketh left in a good mood, reassured that the commander would be following a plan she approved of and would indeed note her contributions to the right people when it was done. Perhaps she'd get a promotion out of the deal or just some good will, but it was a job well done either way.
The good will lasted exactly six hours before one of her junior officers shook her awake in a panic because the city is on fire, Minster, please make it stop.
The entire city. Until recently, Maketh hadn't thought it physically possible. She spent the rest of the night trying to coordinate recovery efforts and minimize the damage. In between dealing with tearful cadets and civilians too spooked and soot-covered to remember their place, she called out to her agents and competent soldiers, and piece together a picture of what had happened.
Apparently Krennic hadn't waited to put his plan into motion. Apparently he had a few of his own people feeding him information or had taken the short route and bribed some of Maketh's to give him both the right information and the right situation to exploit it. Either way, the end result was the same. The rebels caught word of a Jedi artifact being transported, made a grab for it in transit, and a firefight ensured. And, coincidentally, ran smack into a group of miners getting rid of industrial waste.
Incredibly volatile industrial waste.
How very unlucky.
Maketh gritted her teeth and dealt with as much damage as she could. The aftermath wasn't good. She'd lost three Academy instructors, a few cadets - one of whom was from a prominent family - and even worse, Agent Kallus had gotten himself shot in the head and confined to the infirmary, leaving her with no competent to remind the civilians who they could and couldn't yell at.
When it was as done as it could be, she stalked over to where the commander was staying, not bothering to change out of her uniform with its various blood and smoke-stains. Someone was going to suffer for this.
Predictably, the death-troopers didn't let her stalk in. Maketh glared at them. "Get him. Now."