-Reassigned-

Osha noticed that Captain Blanc was talking heatedly with Admiral Hara, the female officer in charge of dispatching the platoon to board The Trailblazer. Although both maintained military composure, it was obvious to Osha that Captain Blanc was more upset by whatever it was Admiral Hara had told him. She stood by only a few yards away from them, acting as if she was awaiting Captain Blanc's command to check her blaster and remove her helmet. She began to pick up the continuation of their conversation. "I've lost well over nineteen of my troops already!" Captain Blanc protested. "We must wait for reinforcements before beginning the descent onto Bu'Thul." "The Supreme Leader will not tolerate such delays" Admiral Hara said coldly. "I'm ordering you to take your remaining platoon and join Lieutenant Saris and his men to begin your descent onto Bu'Thul." Captain Blanc nodded and Admiral Hara just continued to stare at him blankly and icily. Even underneath that emotionless helmet of his, she could sense he was not taking any sort of pleasure from this order. "Anything else you wish to speak freely to me Captain?" Admiral Hara asked. Captain Blanc just shrugged his shoulders, but then mustered up some last minute courage before Admiral Hara would make leave. "With all do respect ma'am…" He began "The Resistance has cut down too many men to make a full search for what the Supreme Leader wants to be possible. We should send out a scouting party before…" "No such thing shall happen!" Admiral Hara barked. "We've already informed The Supreme Leader of the enormous battle that took place between us and the Resistance. He is aware of the casualties….but he will not accept them as excuses. We are to begin the search party immediately! The briefing will commence in thirty minutes. Have your men ready by then Captain!" Captain Blanc stood tall and took the order while hiding his disgust. "Yes ma'am!" He replied. With that, Captain Hara promptly turned around and proceeded down the hallway from the docking bay. It was then that Captain Blanc turned and noticed Osha standing there.

Captain Blanc walked up to her. He could easily spot her amongst the rest of the troops. He recognized her from her figure and posture as his "Golden Girl" of the platoon. "It's alright…." He motioned to Osha. "You can remove your helmet." Osha did as Captain Blanc said and removed the helmet revealing her smooth pale skin. Her short yet flowing red hair slowly descended down the back of her neck in crimson red strands. Her green cat like eyes stared directly into Captain Blanc's dark visor of his helmet. She licked her lightly colored lips slightly as she waited for what the captain had to say to her. "You must've heard what me and the admiral were discussing" Captain Blanc began. "Yes Sir…" Osha finally said. Her voice was that of unsure confidence with mild timidity; but still strong enough to indicate she was indeed a fighter. "So…" the Captain nonchalantly said "You know what this means right?" "I…Have a feeling Sir…" Osha started. She did indeed know what it meant from what she gathered from the conversation between the captain and the admiral. The Captain gave off an uneasy chuckle. He then decided to break the tension by removing his helmet. Pulling it off his head revealed a middle aged man with rough slightly brown skin, hazelnut eyes, light grey hair, and a discernable scar running down his right eye. He cracked a smile revealing his very slightly yellow teeth. "You have the feeling then that you are being reassigned" He said holding his helmet to his right said. "I believe that's what you and the admiral were talking about Sir." Osha said cautiously. Sounding professional before a man she admired was never easy for her. "It is" Captain Blanc replied curtly. "You will be coming with us on the recovery mission that is for certain." Although she could feel a pang of disappointment and anxiousness. She knew how important the mission was and had felt its weight prior. But until this point, she was only concerned about Captain Blanc's safety. Now she would be also concerned for her own. "I will do as I am ordered Sir!" Osha replied as best she could. Of course the way it came out sounded like she was doing so against her will. She looked down a bit feeling embarrassed.

Then Captain Blanc plucked her chin a bit with a light touch of his finger. "Hey" he continued. "Don't let it get you down. We pull this mission off and I can assure you only great things will await you." Osha managed to crack a smile. Captain Blanc was always true to his word and always treated her with upmost respect. It was rare for a First Order officer to treat members of his company that way. Of course Captain Blanc wasn't brought into the First Order like most other troops including Osha were, being stolen from their families at a young age and being forced into combat. He came in on his own accord and was trying to climb his way to the top chain of command to hopefully one day implement a new way the Order would treat their troops. He didn't like seeing his own men get destroyed, even though he always knew it was inevitable. Having Osha as a part of his team helped him hold onto hope as he had witnessed firsthand how impressive she was in combat. She was proof that the way of treating troops with respect would produce more efficient results.

"I have always been impressed with how you handle situations…" Captain Blanc continued. "In spite of your occasional recklessness…" Osha nodded. "Yes Sir..." She replied. "I'm sure with your experience and abilities…" He continued "We will complete this mission quickly and successfully." "Thank you Sir…" Osha said. She was flattered but only gave off a slight smile. She didn't want to seem too enthusiastic in front of anyone else giving off the aura that she was playing favorites. "Well I don't want to waste anymore of what little time you have" Captain Blanc continued scratching the back of his head. "Meet me and the rest of the troops in the briefing room in twenty minutes. Go do what you need to do right now, because more than likely we're moving out immediately after the briefing." "Yes Sir!" Osha replied firmly. "Very good!" Captain Blanc replied. "No need to check your blaster, but have it with you when you come. Dismissed." With that Captain Blanc turned around and walked down the same hallway Admiral Hara came through, leaving Osha alone with only a few troops and First Order officers walking to and fro.

Osha went on over to a small alcove near the docking bay. She took out a small disc-shaped object from her waist pack. This was a device used to transmit holographic messages. She was making a call to someone she knew outside of her unit. Someone who was neither an ally or enemy to the First Order. After pressing a few buttons, Osha waited a few moments before she received a beep from the disc that her transmission was being received. Soon a light blue grainy but still clear figure appeared standing on top of the disc. It was an elderly old woman wearing a light brown robe and a curious hairstyle. It was a sort of "bun" style that was coming back in popularity, particularly among the older generations of women who remembered the heroic actions of the Rebel Alliance freedom fighter Princess Leia. Although she only wore it because every other woman was. The elderly woman with the curious hairstyle was Nanaan Veeru. But Osha always called her "Nan" as a sort of endearment. She had met "Nan" on the planet Dantooine when she succumbed to a serious illness. Osha had been separated from her company and was staggering around the Dantooine wilderness hoping to find them. She then passed out as the sickness took hold. It was Nanaan who found her as she was picking wild mushrooms. Taking her in, she nursed Osha back to health and the two began forming a small bond. Ever since she rejoined her group, Osha would make infrequent visits to Nanaan. Although Nanaan knew she was a member of the First Order, she did not believe them to be as evil as the Galactic Empire. She had no real love for the Rebel Alliance either, as their previous struggle to maintain order after the Empire's fall disappointed a great many people. Nanaan remained neutral; and viewed Osha as a sign that The Order's troops were not as sadistic as the Empire's previous Stormtroopers. But she was also living in this little world of naivety because Osha never told her about the horrors the Order would commit sometimes. Then again, Osha only believed she was doing right in her mind.

"Hi Nan!" Osha said, her expression turning from serious to more cheerful and child-like. "Annie?" Nanaan asked. "Oh Annie…I'm so glad you called." She called Osha "Annie" after her deceased daughter Anne. She viewed Osha as the daughter she lost and reclaimed. "I am looking forward to your visit as soon as you come back tomorrow" Nanaan continued. Osha could only look down with a half crooked smile and a look of slight disappointment. Nanaan looked at her with concern. "Oh…Is something the matter?" She asked. Osha managed to look up and give off a rather half-hearted grin. "I'm sorry Nan…" Osha said "I've been reassigned. I'm not joining the rest of the crew on the journey home; I'm joining the recovery team being sent down to Bu'Thul." "Oh…" Nanaan said looking down looking disappointed also, but not angry either. "Well that's a pity" She said. "You know I worry about you a whole lot. I only want you to be treated well." "I am" Osha continued calmly. "The Order takes good care of me." "I would see to it that they do" Nanaan answered. "But still….I sometimes wish you could leave all that nonsense behind and just come live with me." "Well…" Osha continued. "You know it's not easy. I've been doing this for as long as I can remember. It's just the way life is for me." Nanaan looked down for a moment and then tilted her head with a warm wrinkly smile. "Oh it's just me child" Nanaan chuckled "You know how I am when it comes to politics, I just like staying out of them." Osha let out a light chuckle too. "I'm just lucky to be in the company of Captain Blanc" Osha said "He's a good man and a great leader." Nanaan nodded and looked down again.

After a long silence, Osha spoke up. "Are you alright?" Osha asked. "Annie…" Nanaan said solemnly looking up again "I know this is your life and you know what you are doing. It's just...well…you're family to me. I only wish you could be here sooner." Osha's smile turned into a sympathetic straight line. She bit the bottom of her lip a bit and then looked deep into the hologram of Nanaan. "I will come home Nan" Osha said "Once this mission is over I will come back to Dantooine and visit you as I originally intended." Nanaan smiled warmly back with a slight tear coming out of the corner of her right eye. "I know you will promise me that" Nanan replied "I only hope nothing happens to you until then." Osha just smiled lightly and looked deeper into the hologram. "Nothing will happen to me Nan" Osha said confidentially "After what I've been through, I can assure you I will make it to see you again." Nanaan smiled but her look of worry did not go away. "I hope you are right" She replied calmly. "I am" Osha strongly responded "Nothing…I repeat…nothing is going to happen to me." Nanaan looked as though she had taken Osha's word but her expression didn't change.

Osha could still feel there was apprehension in her words as Nanaan kept looking back at her worriedly. She could only hope she was right. Finally Osha leaned back from the hologram a bit and her expression became serious again. "I have to go now Nan" Osha replied "The missions briefing will start soon." "Alright then…" Nanaan replied softly. Osha then let lose her serious gaze and tried to appear tranquil to Nanaan. "Trust me" she said "I'll be quite alright. I need to go now." "Annie…." Nanaan interjected as Osha was ready to turn off her device. Osha then looked intently into the hologram and waited for Nanaan's response. Nanaan smiled and replied "Come bake safely!" "I will Nan" Osha said smiling "Take good care now!" Quickly, she turned off her holographic device and put it away in her waist pack. She emerged from the alcove and made her way across the docking bay area towards where the briefing was being held. It was time to get the mission underway.