43 Chapter 38
Days passed by and changes happened on the stalemate between the Empire and Imperium. The large fleet high above the planet of Naboo showed signs of preparing to retreat as the stronghold on the planet was starting to get evacuated in a hurried pace. They've also ceased their orbital bombing campaign as to probably provide more manpower on evacuation efforts.
The witch hunter babe, the ecclesiarch, and the viceroy held a meeting to plan how will they deal with this event.
"We must order a line charge! We can overpower them right here right now and formally show that false emperor our conviction and faith to the one true emperor!" suggested the ecclessiarch to the two. He's not gonna let this opportunity slip out of his hands. They can firmly embed fear on the enemy by kicking them out of their planet no matter the cost.
"I am with the ecclesiarch, this is an opportunity too good to let slip. The enemy commander was weakened, I even bet he's on his death bed I can assure you that. He didn't even stood a chance against me!" said the inquisitor who was clearly injured but her appearance is and will always be beautiful. She has a shoulder strap as she broke her arm when trying to escape the pour of the stormtroopers blaster fire.
"But your excellencies, we already had numerous casualties on our side. It will be too detrimental for us if we'll fight blindly and take anymore casualties." disagreed the viceroy as he took the post war conditions in consideration. The economy of the planet has been hit greatly due to this war. The planet, be it a type of world ready for war, still had to consider their economy on all decisions. It's not like resource transportation is instantaneous. And, you can't fight on an empty stomach.
"I'm sure the Imperium will provide resources for post war rebuilding mr. viceroy." said the witch hunter with a chuckle as she tapped her fingers on the table creating a rhythm.
"She's right viceroy, you need not to bother yourself with trivial matters such as that. The Imperium will surely send aid in form of resources for rebuilding." further ensured the ecclesiarch.
But the viceroy still isn't convinced about this matter. If they'll really send then it will be quite slow as he knew that the Imperium controls millions of worlds and with new addition every day due to the star system hopping campaign, the planet of Naboo will surely have a hard time getting this resources aid.
"Your faithlessness bothers me viceroy. It looks like you need to taste a punch once more, what do you say?" said the witch hunter as he clenched her fist on the table and looked at the viceroy seriously.
She doesn't mind if he doesn't trust her words, but being faithless on the capabilities of the Imperium is the same as being faithless to the Emperor. But by not trusting her words, then he's at the same time questioning the Emperor as the inquisition was directly under the Emperor, meaning by not trusting her words, who's a servant directly under the Emperor, he's not trusting the Emperor.
This created a paradox which can be exploited by an inquisitor and directly do something bypassing the restrictions set upon them. If this exploit was deliberately left by the Emperor or they, the inquisition was just imagining things are unknown.
"Your excellency, I'm just being war-" the words of the viceroy was cut off as the fist of the witch hunter flew right directly at the face of the viceroy delivering a force that knocked the viceroy black and out of his chair.
The viceroy lost his consciousness and was currently lying on the ground motionless. The witch hunter just looked at the viceroy in annoyance.
"Inquisitor, shall we?" asked the ecclesiarch who was trying to hold his laughter which made him smirk.
"We shall ecclesiarch, you, pass down the order of a bayonet charge!" the witch hunter looked at the assistant of the viceroy who was stunned and froze earlier due to fear. She just nodded and immediately ran to relay the orders. She can't possibly go against the orders of the inquisitor or the ecclesiarch or else she'll see herself on a coffin tomorrow.
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Front lines, a random trench sector....
"Yes sir...We understand" said the commanding officer of the trench sector while on call with an officer from the central command. The officer informed them of the attack against the enemy in order to give them a final oush and finally expell them from the planet.
"Affirmative sir. I shall comply." the call ended as the commanding officer took his saber and strapped it on his belt as he went outside of the commanding room of the trench sector.
Outside the command room, he saw two guardsmen standing guard. On the far part of the trench was guardsmen resting. Sime of them are sleeping, some are eating, while some are standing guard for possible enemy attack.
The commanding officer took in a deep breath. Smell of gunpowder and wet land entered his nose. It created an unexplainable aroma, an aroma not great but addicting.
He then called the commissar to inform him. of the orders.
"Commissar! New orders from the central command. A charge against the enemy will simultaneously happen on midnight... I see, very well. The Emperor protects." the conversation between the commanding officer and the commissar was quick, brief, and precise, without any of those nonsense.
"The enemy will surely fall tonight, mark my words!" the commanding officer climbed up in the trench and observed the enemy stronghold with his binocular.
Empire Stronghold...
The Empire stronghold was on a pressured atmosphere right now. Their commander, Darth Vader was unconscious and was on his flagship, recuperating. They transferred him as the medical equipments present on the stronghold isn't enough to rescue and tend to his needs. The high ranked officers was at a turmoil as they're pressured to retreat with limited casualties.
The stronghold was destroying unnecessary materials such as food to reduce the baggage they'll bring when the starships arrived to extract them.
"Are there any movement from the enemy side?" asked the temporary commanding officer of the whoke fleet. He's the second highest ranked commander of this fleet, so naturally the burden of leadership falls upon him on times like this.
"Reporting! The scouts managed to observe strange movements! They might be planning or getting ready for an assault on our position." reported an officer after a salute.
"Damn it! The rescue starships will arrive later on midnight. Fortify our position for now but be ready to evacuate anytime." ordered the commander as he rubbed his tempes due to stress of everything.
"Yes sir!" saluted the officer who went out to relay the orders.
"I wish everything will be fine, and we'll escape this shithole of a planet in one piece..."
