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[mismanagement]

[The video shows Maketh and Henry sitting next to each other. Maketh’s uniform has been ironed half to death, all of the angles sharp enough to cut, and she quite possibly has never looked so professional in her life.]

Hello, Hadriel. Many of you have been patrolling and protecting the city on your own. It’s time to make that official. We have taken one of the unoccupied buildings to serve as a headquarters and would invite anyone and everyone who wishes to help to come and sign up. We are going to start patrolling on a schedule, with regular reports and check-ins. It appears that we’re going to be stuck here for a while, so we ought to do this right.

We are also looking for anyone willing to teach self-defense to the civilians. Speak to myself or Henry Percy if you are interested.

[Henry wears full plate armour, of late fourteenth century craftsmanship. There is assurance in his posture throughout Maketh's address. He speaks only after she has said all that needs to be said.]

The strength of any community is bestowed in part by its unity. To that end, we aim to make a worthy contribution. Soon those who seek assistance may easily avail themselves of ours.

[Attached to the message is a map, with the location guard headquarters marked.]

Comments

[Video]

[firstorders]

Indeed. [Stars! This woman was vexing and had managed to get under his skin more effectively than most any other person he'd ever had the displeasure of meeting.

Still, considering he was now getting his ear chewed off by people eager to defend Maketh's honor, it was readily apparently he had overstepped his bounds. He hadn't survived the cutthroat world of politics in the First Order without knowing when to make a tactical retreat.]

Look, Ms. Tua. I have no interest in fighting with you. I do not understand why you have decided to hate my guts but it seems to me we have more important matters to contend with. I should not have lost my temper with you and apologize for that. Whether you choose to believe me or not, I did make the offer to help out sincerely but I think it is readily apparent you cannot work with me and I have no interest in souring things between us further.

[Oh but it cost him his pride to offer such an apology. Especially when he knew he was not the one at fault here. She had been the aggressor in their every interaction but making enemies in such a close environment was not tactically sound. So he would swallow his pride in this instance and quietly plot his revenge for when his footing was more stable.]

Can there be peace between us or am I going to have to constantly be on the lookout for you trying to kill me or stab me in the back?

[Video]

[mismanagement]

Making an attempt on your life would be tactically inadvisable. [Imperial logic at its finest. He ought to understand that, even if what he serves does not use the same name as the thing that made Maketh what she is. Her face goes hard. This part, at least, is pure logic - she has no good reason to arrange his death at this stage, no matter her personal feelings on the matter.] Should it come to that, I have other means at my disposal to deal with you.

[If he's clever, then he can probably figure out what she means. Just because death isn't permanent in this place doesn't mean there aren't ways of dealing with people. Maketh has considered several of them - extreme measures, no doubt, but available to her if it comes to that.

But of course he's clever, if he is indeed the son of Brendol Hux.

Maketh inclines her head ever so slightly.]

Conduct your business as you will. Avoid interfering with mine, and you will have no trouble with me or mine. We understand each other, don't we?