Latubians
07 Aug 2020PwnLuc Jicard
The entirety of Extra Squadron and the Extra Corporation senior staff were all assembled in the Ban Enterprise SkyLounge, the longtime meeting place for pilots needing a quick bite or a top shelf spirit or two between missions. Jicardess was seated with their backs to the wall and a perfect view over every entrance into the massive bar. Jicard and NerdGoddess were winged up and together, fighting together, trucking together so often the Extras had coined the term "Jicardess" which made the couple smile every time it was used.
"To First Legion of Latuba!" tNG said lifting her glass high into the air.
"First Legion!", boomed the crowded bar.
The Extras had shared the Latuba system for over 3 years, never claiming an asset out of respect. It was the Squadron's home system and they were a fellow corporation. Communication with the group had been challenging as they spoke a different language, but they had developed a friendship over the years and Extra Squadron had assisted in their protection multiple times during the Kunti War.
"It was yet another valiant defense, Extras." offered Jicard, raising his glass once again before downing the Scotch and slamming the glass back onto the shimmering white table, underlit by soft blue neon.
The 9 Extra pilots had kept the system out of Lavigny's hands for over a month, culminating in an election with First Legion that even sacrificed Extra Corporation's perfect election winning streak in its long history. Lavigny had now triggered a coup d'etat and and the Extras would be hard pressed to hold back the horde.
Jicard, now fairly lit from more Scotch than anyone had seen him drink in years, tossed the day's list of those murdered in E-Space into the center of the table. The holo-pad continued to spin in place as PwnLuc snatched up the 400 year old bottle and began to pour it out onto the table. The holo-pad began to arc energy, smoke and finally sputter into lifelessness.
"A drink to all of those slaughtered Imperial citizens!" The list had contained hundreds of names on it before it was downed by the scotch. Jicard leaned heavily on a white knuckled fist as he slumped back into his seat, receiving a comforting look and a a tender kiss from tNG.
"I believe the definition of terrorist includes something about groups that mass kill innocents, doesn't it?" Audrianna Flemming, ExtraCorp's second in command said in a measured tone over the rim of her own glass a scotch.
"There's no truth in those people, why would their newsfeeds be any different?! Years of attempting to placate that pack of mangy and feral dogs taught me that much." Pwnluc had a dangerous look in his eyes, as was often the case of late.
Lino Fisher looked around the table, reading the mood of everyone assembled. "We have a decision to make, Extras. Retaliate in the same way and become the same as our enemies, or stick to our principles and holdout for hope around the next moon?"
The Extras knew the Fisherism well. Surprises tended to await on the darkside of moons.