The storms
Rett Havel was getting old. He wasn't so old that he would no longer be needed but he was old enough for grey hairs and the loss of enthusiasm he had had as a young officer.
He'd survived the entirety of the Clone wars and now here he was, all of the fighting over. All he could do now was think and there was plenty of time for that. So much had changed in so little time, it was almost hard to believe clones were no longer the bulk of the Empires fighting force although he still had a few with him. Many were still in the Venator hovering in orbit and monitoring the surrounding system though there was one in the skeleton crew that had accompanied him.
He was an Admiral now of course, in command of his own Venator class star destroyer but that wouldn't last long. It was being decommissioned after this mission. He would miss her dearly and they had already stripped her of the red paint he had been so fond of. She was a dull grey now. He had so many memories there, of comradeship and fear. The Sentinel had served him almost since the beginning of the clone wars.
He'd lived through so much and now he was here, on this hellhole of a planet. Nothing but constant storms, day in day out. No living thing for hundreds of miles. And right now one of the biggest storms the planet had seen was heading directly for them. The new Empire that had formed after the Republic had been replaced so suddenly wanted this planets storms to be tamed in an attempt to make it safer for landing shuttles. Shuttles, he had been told, that held valuable cargo.
He had been ordered to set up an atmospheric processor to clear the sky's to ease the development of a research facility nearby. A facility that he did not know the purpose of whatsoever. It wasn't his business, too low low a rank he supposed. Something to do with weopons development was all he'd been told.
Rett sighed as he sipped lightly on some coffee. He was relaxed for the first time in years despite the cragged and grey landscape outside of the viewport in front of him. He slowly raised the data-pad in front of him and looked at the data. Construction of the processor had finished for over a standard month, now it was just a long range communication tower that needed to be established.
Although droids did most of the work there was still a human touch needed to make sure nothing went wrong. That was his job now he supposed but someone needed to do it.
So far however the communications unit had been a struggle to put up, constant interference even on the clearest days. He sighed, steam rising from his warm drink taking another smaller sip before turning on his heel and stalking off down the corridor, briefly wiping at his moustache to ensure there was no froth. It had happened too many times before and had never stopped getting a laugh out of the rest of his men.
He smiled slightly before heading deeper into the station, towards the communications center. The still had short range communications but even that barely reached The Sentinel, the research facility was recieving its first shuttle of supplies today including resources for experimentation. All it did on his datapad was "biological research". He hated being kept in the dark, but there wasn't much else here anyways.