Post by Lissa on Jan 26, 2019 22:30:21 GMT -5
The moment before The Plume happened… Kel'dan let out a shuddering breath. It had been an overwhelming feeling of… Something. It was an inexplicable feeling. It was something he'd never felt before in the Force. It bothered him on such a deep level that it was starting to give him a headache. He shook his head, trying to blink the pain away. Trying to work his way through it… after about 10 seconds, he was on his feet in his office and walking towards the door. He opened it so fast and with such a jerk, at her desk, Ti'ya jumped.
“Ti'ya, something just happened… Find out what, please. Get someone to run a planet wide scan.”
Red… Red… It was a thought that kept repeating itself in his mind. The color red. But what he associated to red was rage. Did it mean something else? He'd gotten words and images from the Force before, but never like this. Not this kind of cryptic and foreboding… the word, this time, had a kind of finality to it.
Right then, his comlink buzzed on his belt… It only made the sense of foreboding worse. It made his stomach drop…. As he listened to what the Yelora Dowen had to say… He got a little pale, Ti'ya would tell him later. He could have sworn he felt a heavy wind hit him as the officer described the Shockwave to him, but the air in this room was still.
When the call ended, there was wordless exchanges of worry between his second in command and himself… And, just as silently, he went back to his office to start making calls.
Forty Minutes
Services and aid offered from the Jedi Order… Indirectly, of course. Through Solomon Tekal, no less… And one named Jedi Ava Azalee. But aid in this crisis was aid. It didn't matter where it came from as long as it helped his people… They also wanted to venture into the Plume… She'd asked Have you sent anyone in?... No. Of course he hadn't. But if they wanted to go, so be it. He would not stop fools from being fools…
What had she expected me to say? ‘why, yes, that's the first thing I did!’ Never mind the debris, or impact force, or any other dangers and damages this thing was doing, he thought to himself..
… As Much as he'd wanted to go in with them to find his Clan Leaders…. His place was here. Coordinating the evacuation of 3 billion people on a planet that would be dead in a matter of hours… He hoped the Mandalore was still alive. He really did… All things considered, Sadhric had done okay by them. The Hapans were coordinating efforts through the Yelora Dowen... It was time for him to do the same.
One Hour
At exactly the one hour mark... Kel'dan left his office and walked calmly down the hall towards the offices of the Hapans. He knocked on their door of the Captain's office, then opened it without permission. He stepped inside, shut the door behind him, and said, "I'm going to need your help."
The Captain's office was lit up in both light and noise as aides and officers did their best to network with their forces and make sense of all the orders and observations coming.
The office was really a wing of offices that opened directly into a mini war room, long and narrow, stretching the length of the building. Right then, the big main holoprojector showed the real-time view of the action area as seen from the Yelora Dowen. The "plume" was no longer a plume, so much as a bruise, or a spread of blood from a wound, staining the chest of a tunic in all directions.
Captain Darondei Ardia looked over from it. "Are you officially Mandalore?"
The question might have seemed out of place, but it was important. Captain Ardia had already been coordinating with Kel'dan, but only in the last twenty minutes had their information added up to a useful picture on the ground that suggested that no attack was incoming--even if there remained big unknowns. So what might have been an operation split between defense and evacuation was now looking more firmly focused on evac. That changed a lot, freeing up some forces that might have been held in reserve for rescue work, or control work. Under any circumstance in an emergency like this, orders coming from the Mandalore were fundamentally stronger than any coming from Kel'dan. The title was not meaningless.
"Yes," he said firmly. "When and if Sadhric returns, I will step down... But for now, they need me." He walked over towards the holo projection, looking at it with narrowed eyes. "I've been talking to the seconds and thirds in command for each clan... Letting them know what's going on. They're to account for each of their clan members. As many as they can. And begin their own evacuations. The closer to the plume, the faster they are to get out... Some of the outlying farms have vessels for transport that are meant for other purposes, but they will handle getting to space... The priority is to get the people off the planet... I know that your people will help me with this, but I want your non-military personnel off the planet with the first leaving ships."
Captain Ardia nodded. Official word about who was in charge of the Mandal end of things had not come through, so for once she suspected she was ahead of her superiors on Hapes. Quickly, she tapped out a message to them: Kel'dan is the Mandalore and head of state.
"I can assure that," she replied while finishing the short update and sending it out. Once that was done, she looked over at him again. "Get your chain of command mapped out for my aides, so we know who's dealing with what. Are we still coordinating through Ti'ya Begran?"
"Yes," he said, nodding. He was stroking his jaw thoughtfully. "I'll make an announcement to the people as soon as I leave here... I want you to coordinate as many people as you can onto the first outgoing ships. Leave as many ships behind as you can... You know as well as I do, we're not gonna be able to evacuate 3 billion people in 15 hours... Not with the distinct lack of ships. I know they're saying 18, but I'm not willing to cut it that close... We're going to have to monitor all ships leaving the planet. I'm going to give permission to merchants and farmers to take up to 30 percent that their vessels can hold for their stock with them, but the rest of their ship space is reserved for people. I won't rely on the charity of others to support our people while we take refuge somewhere else."
As Captain Ardia listened, two aides came over, one right after the other, with information she'd ordered. She skimmed their datapads, okayed the documents, and nodded that they should be sent on to Hapes--all while absorbing what Kel'dan was telling her. She did it well enough to say, "All right. I already know that Commodore Irandis is asking for a division of the Second Fleet to be sent here, but I don't know the status of that request. She's bringing in support vessels. We can use them to offload your people in the safety of orbit so that fit ships can be sent back down to pick up more."
"That's excellent, Thank you," he said. His tone and body language was genuine. He was still staring at the spreading red stain on the holo projector. "Solomon Tekal and a Jedi are on their way... They're planning to go into the red to see what they can find. I flat out told them I wanted to go with them... But I can't. My people need me. When they get here... If they don't contact me, direct them to me if you can."
The Captain's brows went up. "Do you want them detained?"
"No," he said. "I just want you to encourage them to come see me before they depart for the Um-Shara Yaim... I have a task I want Solomon to do for me that only he can do."
"As you'll have it," the Captain said at once, rather than 'yes, sir.' Kel'dan, as Mandalore, outranked her, but was not part of the same chain of command she was. "But--with respect--Um-Shara Yaim? It's gone, sir. That whole region has to be a crater in there."
"I know," he said softly. "But part of me has to hold out hope... Part of me wants to believe that Sadhric saw it coming. That, maybe, he got them to safety... I don't really believe that but I need to hope."
Captain Ardia watched him sidelong while a young officer approached her. She took a moment to scan what she was being shown, signed off on it, and, after the officer went back to her station, approached Kel'dan so she could speak quietly to him. "May I speak bluntly?"
"Yes."
"Your people face a crisis. They need a leader. You are that leader. You cannot afford to have that confused right now. Um-Shara Yaim was destroyed. Face it. Make them face it. And let's use their ship to save a family or a warrior."
He gave her a frank look. "I won't keep them. If they want to sacrifice themselves going into that nightmare, let them... But I plan on using Solomon to get access to the Witchdoctor so we can use that ship for evacuation. I've learned that Force Users will do as they please... Especially Solomon." He met her eyes evenly. "If he tries to give orders in my city... Arrest him. He is not the Mandalore. I am."
"He has the ear of Her Majesty, the Queen," Captain Ardia said first. Her shock was still stamped on her face; mention of the Witchdoctor had started that. She was not alone in failing to think of it as a ship that could be used. It was just a thing. Her surprise had renewed at the mention of arrest. "With all due respect, Mandalore, your people would have to enforce such an arrest, should you deem it necessary."
"Captain," he said, nodding. "I know he has the Queen's ear... But I also know I won't tolerate him shaking up the order of things in the middle of a planet-wide evacuation. All I want him to do is open up the Witchdoctor and program it to take people to Ossus.... Every ship we have access to is needed... Every. Ship… That includes the Mechanic's if we can use it."
"That is not the point I argue, sir," Captain Ardia said as respectfully as she could. Need she state the obvious? "I serve the Consortium and Her Majesty, Queen Maxima. Not you. Unless my superiors order it, my personnel will not be used to arrest a friend of the Throne. If Tekal undermines your authority, with respect, it is up to you to deal with it and take up the issue as needed with the Palace."
He shook his head, frustrated he'd misspoke. "No, I'm sorry... I don't expect your people to make the arrest if necessary... I was just explaining. I'll talk to Ti'ya about it."
"Very good, sir. My people will continue to coordinate with yours. I will remain in the Aud until the Yelora estimates one hour remains before the cloud reaches the city. My staff and I will evacuate to the Yelora, and will resume our duties from there. Shall I arrange for space to be set aside for you and your support personnel?"
"Yes, thank you. I can have my ship brought here. It's modest, but it can hold upwards of 30 people, if we makeshift seating in the cargo area.. I can coordinate my people to rendezvous there, if you wish... I plan on staying as long as I can, but I won't take unnecessary risks."
"I understand. Have Ti'ya send the details here; my staff will see to it." She sighed and glanced again toward the image of Mandalore, and the shadow spreading across it. "Is there anything else? I have a handful of hours in which to coordinate the impossible."
He shook his head. "As I said. Merchants and farmers. 30% of their cargo space. The rest for people...check each ship if you can. We have to maximize every bit of this... We both have our work cut out for us.... And thank you again, Captain. Your help is greatly appreciated."
"Good luck, Mandalore," the officer told him.
"May the Force be with you, Captain," he said softly as he walked towards the door.
One Hour and Fifteen Minutes
A planet-wide broadcast was put on the air. All of it was spoken in Mando'a.
“Some of you may have heard of the disaster approaching us… Approximately 80 minutes ago, there was a high impact event. It impacted, at true ground zero, 18 kilometers from the Um-Shara Yaim… Where all of our clan leaders and their families, as well as the Mandalore, were having a summit… It is presumed destroyed.
As such, I have assumed the title of Mandalore for the time being.
Listen to me very carefully, my people… This is an extinction level event. It will blot out the sun, kill vegetation, and eventually livestock… it is expected to consume the planet in approximately 15 hours. Directly after this broadcast, estimates of when and where it will hit will be sent out.
The closer you are to it, the greater the urgency. Do not wait. Gather your people and go.
To the clan and family heads, take account of as many people as you can and coordinate your efforts to keep your families intact. If you are independent, please, report in to the closest outpost so we can keep track of who has gotten off the planet and who has not. We do not have enough ships to evacuate everyone off of the planet. Take as many people as you can in your ships. The Hapan Second Fleet is en route to take passengers so that ships can return to the surface to make second trips… Right now, our focus is to get as many people off the planet as we can. The Hapans are working with us to make this happen just as much as our own people. Do not try to contest their authority on this evacuation.”
He cleared his throat before moving on.
“Moving on… To the off-worlders, merchants, farmers, and miners… You are allowed to take upwards of 30% of your ships cargo capacity of wares, foods, water, livestock, etc… the rest of your cargo space is reserved for people. The Hapans will be monitoring how many people and what your cargo is before allowing you to leave the planet. Use every vessel you can to your advantage, please. If it is short range space worthy, use it. We must maximize every space available…
Some of you are going to try to ride this out.. Sadly, that's inevitable. I hope you won't, but I understand that this is your home… But I must remind you: Mandalore is not just a planet. It is our people… And the more people we get off world, the more we can carry on with out culture… To that effect, I am authorizing the wearing of our beskar'gam for the duration of the evacuation. If, for whatever reason, you are caught in this shit storm…. It May help you survive. Once you are safely to a refugee area, please honor our agreements with the Hapans and remove it… It is as much part of our culture as anything else, but we must remember the promises we made to the Hapans in efforts of peace. The planet we all know and love is coming to an end, very rapidly, but that doesn't mean our people has to… uphold the peace once we're off world.
I don't need to tell you this, but I'll say it all the same… priorities, women and children first. The younger the child, the faster they get a spot on a ship out of here. Our lives, our world, our way of life will continue on after this… I promise. Be safe. Be coordinated. This is just another battle to survive… I will be staying until the very end, until there is no other choice but to go… After, I plan to rendezvous with as many of our people as I can...
Please, remember yourselves and our people. Honor to you all.
This is your Mandalore signing off… This message will repeat in Basic.”
When the broadcast cut off, he heaved a sigh of… Something. Relief? Anxiety? Worry? He couldn't even tell anymore… It was all jumbled up into one emotion now… deep breaths. He had work to do.
Two Hours
Kel'dan received a message from the most unlikely of people… His former son. Jeryndi's son… Med'ren. Now just Med'ren… Affectionately called Ren.
We're coming to help… Buir says to tell you to call something called the Network. Here's the frequency for Asher. Call. Ask for help. We will see you soon.
Gods bless that child… How had he known? But he already knew how… The Force. It was starting to work itself more and more into his life… but for once, he was thankful for it. Right then… May The Force Be With You didn't seem like the wrong way. He stood up from his desk… He still had shit to do.
After all, they were Counting Down To Red.
“Ti'ya, something just happened… Find out what, please. Get someone to run a planet wide scan.”
Red… Red… It was a thought that kept repeating itself in his mind. The color red. But what he associated to red was rage. Did it mean something else? He'd gotten words and images from the Force before, but never like this. Not this kind of cryptic and foreboding… the word, this time, had a kind of finality to it.
Right then, his comlink buzzed on his belt… It only made the sense of foreboding worse. It made his stomach drop…. As he listened to what the Yelora Dowen had to say… He got a little pale, Ti'ya would tell him later. He could have sworn he felt a heavy wind hit him as the officer described the Shockwave to him, but the air in this room was still.
When the call ended, there was wordless exchanges of worry between his second in command and himself… And, just as silently, he went back to his office to start making calls.
Forty Minutes
Services and aid offered from the Jedi Order… Indirectly, of course. Through Solomon Tekal, no less… And one named Jedi Ava Azalee. But aid in this crisis was aid. It didn't matter where it came from as long as it helped his people… They also wanted to venture into the Plume… She'd asked Have you sent anyone in?... No. Of course he hadn't. But if they wanted to go, so be it. He would not stop fools from being fools…
What had she expected me to say? ‘why, yes, that's the first thing I did!’ Never mind the debris, or impact force, or any other dangers and damages this thing was doing, he thought to himself..
… As Much as he'd wanted to go in with them to find his Clan Leaders…. His place was here. Coordinating the evacuation of 3 billion people on a planet that would be dead in a matter of hours… He hoped the Mandalore was still alive. He really did… All things considered, Sadhric had done okay by them. The Hapans were coordinating efforts through the Yelora Dowen... It was time for him to do the same.
One Hour
At exactly the one hour mark... Kel'dan left his office and walked calmly down the hall towards the offices of the Hapans. He knocked on their door of the Captain's office, then opened it without permission. He stepped inside, shut the door behind him, and said, "I'm going to need your help."
The Captain's office was lit up in both light and noise as aides and officers did their best to network with their forces and make sense of all the orders and observations coming.
The office was really a wing of offices that opened directly into a mini war room, long and narrow, stretching the length of the building. Right then, the big main holoprojector showed the real-time view of the action area as seen from the Yelora Dowen. The "plume" was no longer a plume, so much as a bruise, or a spread of blood from a wound, staining the chest of a tunic in all directions.
Captain Darondei Ardia looked over from it. "Are you officially Mandalore?"
The question might have seemed out of place, but it was important. Captain Ardia had already been coordinating with Kel'dan, but only in the last twenty minutes had their information added up to a useful picture on the ground that suggested that no attack was incoming--even if there remained big unknowns. So what might have been an operation split between defense and evacuation was now looking more firmly focused on evac. That changed a lot, freeing up some forces that might have been held in reserve for rescue work, or control work. Under any circumstance in an emergency like this, orders coming from the Mandalore were fundamentally stronger than any coming from Kel'dan. The title was not meaningless.
"Yes," he said firmly. "When and if Sadhric returns, I will step down... But for now, they need me." He walked over towards the holo projection, looking at it with narrowed eyes. "I've been talking to the seconds and thirds in command for each clan... Letting them know what's going on. They're to account for each of their clan members. As many as they can. And begin their own evacuations. The closer to the plume, the faster they are to get out... Some of the outlying farms have vessels for transport that are meant for other purposes, but they will handle getting to space... The priority is to get the people off the planet... I know that your people will help me with this, but I want your non-military personnel off the planet with the first leaving ships."
Captain Ardia nodded. Official word about who was in charge of the Mandal end of things had not come through, so for once she suspected she was ahead of her superiors on Hapes. Quickly, she tapped out a message to them: Kel'dan is the Mandalore and head of state.
"I can assure that," she replied while finishing the short update and sending it out. Once that was done, she looked over at him again. "Get your chain of command mapped out for my aides, so we know who's dealing with what. Are we still coordinating through Ti'ya Begran?"
"Yes," he said, nodding. He was stroking his jaw thoughtfully. "I'll make an announcement to the people as soon as I leave here... I want you to coordinate as many people as you can onto the first outgoing ships. Leave as many ships behind as you can... You know as well as I do, we're not gonna be able to evacuate 3 billion people in 15 hours... Not with the distinct lack of ships. I know they're saying 18, but I'm not willing to cut it that close... We're going to have to monitor all ships leaving the planet. I'm going to give permission to merchants and farmers to take up to 30 percent that their vessels can hold for their stock with them, but the rest of their ship space is reserved for people. I won't rely on the charity of others to support our people while we take refuge somewhere else."
As Captain Ardia listened, two aides came over, one right after the other, with information she'd ordered. She skimmed their datapads, okayed the documents, and nodded that they should be sent on to Hapes--all while absorbing what Kel'dan was telling her. She did it well enough to say, "All right. I already know that Commodore Irandis is asking for a division of the Second Fleet to be sent here, but I don't know the status of that request. She's bringing in support vessels. We can use them to offload your people in the safety of orbit so that fit ships can be sent back down to pick up more."
"That's excellent, Thank you," he said. His tone and body language was genuine. He was still staring at the spreading red stain on the holo projector. "Solomon Tekal and a Jedi are on their way... They're planning to go into the red to see what they can find. I flat out told them I wanted to go with them... But I can't. My people need me. When they get here... If they don't contact me, direct them to me if you can."
The Captain's brows went up. "Do you want them detained?"
"No," he said. "I just want you to encourage them to come see me before they depart for the Um-Shara Yaim... I have a task I want Solomon to do for me that only he can do."
"As you'll have it," the Captain said at once, rather than 'yes, sir.' Kel'dan, as Mandalore, outranked her, but was not part of the same chain of command she was. "But--with respect--Um-Shara Yaim? It's gone, sir. That whole region has to be a crater in there."
"I know," he said softly. "But part of me has to hold out hope... Part of me wants to believe that Sadhric saw it coming. That, maybe, he got them to safety... I don't really believe that but I need to hope."
Captain Ardia watched him sidelong while a young officer approached her. She took a moment to scan what she was being shown, signed off on it, and, after the officer went back to her station, approached Kel'dan so she could speak quietly to him. "May I speak bluntly?"
"Yes."
"Your people face a crisis. They need a leader. You are that leader. You cannot afford to have that confused right now. Um-Shara Yaim was destroyed. Face it. Make them face it. And let's use their ship to save a family or a warrior."
He gave her a frank look. "I won't keep them. If they want to sacrifice themselves going into that nightmare, let them... But I plan on using Solomon to get access to the Witchdoctor so we can use that ship for evacuation. I've learned that Force Users will do as they please... Especially Solomon." He met her eyes evenly. "If he tries to give orders in my city... Arrest him. He is not the Mandalore. I am."
"He has the ear of Her Majesty, the Queen," Captain Ardia said first. Her shock was still stamped on her face; mention of the Witchdoctor had started that. She was not alone in failing to think of it as a ship that could be used. It was just a thing. Her surprise had renewed at the mention of arrest. "With all due respect, Mandalore, your people would have to enforce such an arrest, should you deem it necessary."
"Captain," he said, nodding. "I know he has the Queen's ear... But I also know I won't tolerate him shaking up the order of things in the middle of a planet-wide evacuation. All I want him to do is open up the Witchdoctor and program it to take people to Ossus.... Every ship we have access to is needed... Every. Ship… That includes the Mechanic's if we can use it."
"That is not the point I argue, sir," Captain Ardia said as respectfully as she could. Need she state the obvious? "I serve the Consortium and Her Majesty, Queen Maxima. Not you. Unless my superiors order it, my personnel will not be used to arrest a friend of the Throne. If Tekal undermines your authority, with respect, it is up to you to deal with it and take up the issue as needed with the Palace."
He shook his head, frustrated he'd misspoke. "No, I'm sorry... I don't expect your people to make the arrest if necessary... I was just explaining. I'll talk to Ti'ya about it."
"Very good, sir. My people will continue to coordinate with yours. I will remain in the Aud until the Yelora estimates one hour remains before the cloud reaches the city. My staff and I will evacuate to the Yelora, and will resume our duties from there. Shall I arrange for space to be set aside for you and your support personnel?"
"Yes, thank you. I can have my ship brought here. It's modest, but it can hold upwards of 30 people, if we makeshift seating in the cargo area.. I can coordinate my people to rendezvous there, if you wish... I plan on staying as long as I can, but I won't take unnecessary risks."
"I understand. Have Ti'ya send the details here; my staff will see to it." She sighed and glanced again toward the image of Mandalore, and the shadow spreading across it. "Is there anything else? I have a handful of hours in which to coordinate the impossible."
He shook his head. "As I said. Merchants and farmers. 30% of their cargo space. The rest for people...check each ship if you can. We have to maximize every bit of this... We both have our work cut out for us.... And thank you again, Captain. Your help is greatly appreciated."
"Good luck, Mandalore," the officer told him.
"May the Force be with you, Captain," he said softly as he walked towards the door.
One Hour and Fifteen Minutes
A planet-wide broadcast was put on the air. All of it was spoken in Mando'a.
“Some of you may have heard of the disaster approaching us… Approximately 80 minutes ago, there was a high impact event. It impacted, at true ground zero, 18 kilometers from the Um-Shara Yaim… Where all of our clan leaders and their families, as well as the Mandalore, were having a summit… It is presumed destroyed.
As such, I have assumed the title of Mandalore for the time being.
Listen to me very carefully, my people… This is an extinction level event. It will blot out the sun, kill vegetation, and eventually livestock… it is expected to consume the planet in approximately 15 hours. Directly after this broadcast, estimates of when and where it will hit will be sent out.
The closer you are to it, the greater the urgency. Do not wait. Gather your people and go.
To the clan and family heads, take account of as many people as you can and coordinate your efforts to keep your families intact. If you are independent, please, report in to the closest outpost so we can keep track of who has gotten off the planet and who has not. We do not have enough ships to evacuate everyone off of the planet. Take as many people as you can in your ships. The Hapan Second Fleet is en route to take passengers so that ships can return to the surface to make second trips… Right now, our focus is to get as many people off the planet as we can. The Hapans are working with us to make this happen just as much as our own people. Do not try to contest their authority on this evacuation.”
He cleared his throat before moving on.
“Moving on… To the off-worlders, merchants, farmers, and miners… You are allowed to take upwards of 30% of your ships cargo capacity of wares, foods, water, livestock, etc… the rest of your cargo space is reserved for people. The Hapans will be monitoring how many people and what your cargo is before allowing you to leave the planet. Use every vessel you can to your advantage, please. If it is short range space worthy, use it. We must maximize every space available…
Some of you are going to try to ride this out.. Sadly, that's inevitable. I hope you won't, but I understand that this is your home… But I must remind you: Mandalore is not just a planet. It is our people… And the more people we get off world, the more we can carry on with out culture… To that effect, I am authorizing the wearing of our beskar'gam for the duration of the evacuation. If, for whatever reason, you are caught in this shit storm…. It May help you survive. Once you are safely to a refugee area, please honor our agreements with the Hapans and remove it… It is as much part of our culture as anything else, but we must remember the promises we made to the Hapans in efforts of peace. The planet we all know and love is coming to an end, very rapidly, but that doesn't mean our people has to… uphold the peace once we're off world.
I don't need to tell you this, but I'll say it all the same… priorities, women and children first. The younger the child, the faster they get a spot on a ship out of here. Our lives, our world, our way of life will continue on after this… I promise. Be safe. Be coordinated. This is just another battle to survive… I will be staying until the very end, until there is no other choice but to go… After, I plan to rendezvous with as many of our people as I can...
Please, remember yourselves and our people. Honor to you all.
This is your Mandalore signing off… This message will repeat in Basic.”
When the broadcast cut off, he heaved a sigh of… Something. Relief? Anxiety? Worry? He couldn't even tell anymore… It was all jumbled up into one emotion now… deep breaths. He had work to do.
Two Hours
Kel'dan received a message from the most unlikely of people… His former son. Jeryndi's son… Med'ren. Now just Med'ren… Affectionately called Ren.
We're coming to help… Buir says to tell you to call something called the Network. Here's the frequency for Asher. Call. Ask for help. We will see you soon.
Gods bless that child… How had he known? But he already knew how… The Force. It was starting to work itself more and more into his life… but for once, he was thankful for it. Right then… May The Force Be With You didn't seem like the wrong way. He stood up from his desk… He still had shit to do.
After all, they were Counting Down To Red.
