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Durril immediately gave it his full attention. Instantly the desk computer terminal lit up and displayed the urgent message from the local sector command. “Admiral we’ve received an urgent communique from Imperial Sector Command,” came the voice of Captain Brandei from the bridge “I’m sending it to your terminal now.” Reaching out he tapped the offending device. The bleep of his desk comm link broke him out of his thoughts before he could really start raging – again – about the ascension of Thrawn to such a high position in the Imperial regime.
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As such putting one in such a high position was the height of lunacy. Honestly had his Imperial Majesty not learned the lesson of the Clone Wars? Aliens were trouble, always had been and always would be. To him and indeed most of his men the mere thought of an alien getting so high a rank in the Empire was intolerable. Who’d somehow not only defeated them but gotten a promotion to Grand Admiral from the Emperor himself out of it. To make it even more humiliating – if that was at all possible – Imperial Command had given the task of subduing the insurgents to that Chiss admiral. Which had eventually led to the ultimate humiliation of not only his flagship being rendered dead in space, the victim of a direct hit from a planetary ion cannon, and needing to be towed back to a space dock for repairs but being taken off the mission. He had been both too prideful and too rigid in his battle tactics which had allowed the insurgents to gain the initiative over his force. He’d gone over it numerous times since then and concluded that he’d not been flexible enough in his tactics, the insurgents having known the standard Imperial siege tactics and had planned the defences of Scrim Island accordingly. Putting down the report he sighed again as not for the first time since his thoughts turned back to that calamitous battle that had stalled his once promising career. But it was what he and the rebuilt 103rd Task Force had been relegated to after their disastrous campaign against the Rebel insurgents on Batonn. It was quite frankly a humiliating assignment.
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Unfortunately stuck out here in the arse end of nowhere – protecting a single repair and supply depot and not a particularly important one at that as there was nothing here that any insurgents or pirates would really want to steal, certainly nothing that merited a sizeable fleet of frontline combat ships to protect it – there was nothing else to do but run drills. Unlike the clones of the old Grand Army of the Republic you could only run stormtroopers and navy ratings through so many readiness drills before it got boring and troops started just going through the motions rather than doing their damned jobs. He of course knew the reason for the reduction in crew efficiency and morale, it was complete and utter boredom. Despite his best efforts to enforce discipline among the ships of the task force the report made it clear that moral and combat readiness on all ships was starting to suffer. Admiral Durril sighed softly to himself as he read another fleet readiness report.