User blog:Bane7670/Short Fiction: Supremacy


 * Blockade runner Thunderstrike, space over Jakku, 5 years after the Battle of Yavin

"General!" Yet another crewmen saluted as he passed.

That was the title that, no matter how many times he was going to be called by it that day, Gram Alnin would never fully feel comfortable wearing again. He nonetheless returned the salute and continued on to the mess hall, which doubled as the rebel unit's briefing room. If he was being entirely honest with himself, Alnin dreaded the notion of returning to the field as a general. It was not exactly what he had in mind when he volunteered to serve an executive role in the New Republic Command, at the time known as the Alliance High Command. Of course, that was then.

For whatever reason, things were different now. Command had the time to sort out its generals from its senators, and the Republic was getting a fresh start amidst a war. Alnin thought it ironic, how the old Republic fell at the close of one war, and the New Republic started up right in the middle of another one, which placed the commanders on a new perch with a new array of possibilities.

For Alnin, however, it was the same view as before.

(To be continued)