Hanger Deck of another Star Destroyer If one were to discribe the hanger right now, saying it was busy and noisy would have been the understatement of the century. Technicians, lifter droids and soldiers were busy loading, unloading and reloading shuttles and crates, preparing Walkers and hovertanks, checking and double checking equipment for the coming invasion of Coruscant. Men and women walked and jogged too and fro of the hanger deck as they went about their duties. Standing on a set of crates that held spare parts and ammunition for the armour, was the inspiring leader of these soldiers. He was busy shouting orders and directing traffic when necessary. "Get those crates loaded onto the barges!" the old soldier shouted over the noise of the hanger. "Quickly now! You! Becareful with those energy shells! Drop one and you'll blow a whole into the hanger deck and yourself with it too!" He scolded the soldier who had been clumsey with a rack of energy shells for the artillery. His attention was drawn away from the soldier, sparring the man any further embarassment of being reprimanded by him. The soldier raised his hand and activated the personal holo-wristlink he had. The tiny image of his superior and the operations commander appeared and spoke with an electronic hint to his voice over the comlink; "Ah, Maximillian Veers... I trust your battle preparations are running smoothly? I have invested alot of trust in you Veers, don't disappoint me." "We are on schedule, General," Lieutenant General Veers replied exressionlessly. "In fact, we are ahead of schedule by thirty-six minutes. The men are eager for battle and to give the rebellion a devastating blow to the heart." He may have not seen true combat for ten years, but he had kept his mind sharp with war games at academies and garrisons, and his body ready with physical conditioning--even when he could not fully function on his own. The reminder left a foul taste in his mouth and he could feel an electrical surge flow through the artificial nervous system of his mechanical legs into his own. He hated them, but he hated being behind a desk more because of his old injuries. It was the only reason why he had finally accepted prosynthetics. Finally accepted to becoming a cyborg. Half man, half machine. "Just get my men on the surface and I will deliver the planet to you whole," he added.
Hanger Deck, onboard another Star Destroyer "Of course," the older general replied. "I would not miss the oppurtunity of a lifetime to take back Coruscant from the rebellion." His attention was drawn away from Hawk for a second as he shouted orders to a couple technicians carrying some heavy equipment. There was a clatter over the comlink as the technicians dropped the equipment followed quickly by a few harsh reprimands from Veers. His attention returned to General Hawk, "You'll have to excuse me, General. I must get back to overseeing the preparations."