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Nethe, sometime after the conclusion of the operation.

Imperial Command FOB.

The Ruins of the Nethe Pyramid stadium provided the perfect place for the Imperials to set up their encampment, and through the din of the Reverence II's gravity lift, personnel, and equipment were coming and going. Hundreds of pallets of food, medical supplies, and various other tools were making their way down from the overhead Reverence, which was looming over the coastal district of the city, and out into the water. It was an unusual sight, the massive ship's weapon batteries were retracted into their armored sheathes, and she sat quietly, even as Apparatus AvCav, and transport units moved in and out of it's auxiliary bays to rearm, and refuel, dropping in and out, and offering a backdrop of bustling military activity to what was going on the ground.

Among the unwashed refugees, of which there seemed to be innumerable numbers of them. Admiral Éclaire Hanley was busy dishing out a thick, hearty stew one at a time to struggling refugees, Aschen, and Scatterran alike as they shuffled through the queue. Hanley kept an upbeat demeanor, in an attempt to inspire her troops, who were somewhat unsure of what to do. The Imperials had set up the encampment, and did not expect to be rather swarmed with refugees.

Hanley took a moment to move away from the large soup pot, and smooth down her navy blue duty uniform, while moving among a group of Imperial Soldiers talking among themselves in Anquietas.

"Ad Victoriam, Admiral." One of them said, offering a salute, while he slung his MC1 Carbine across his other shoulder. "With respect, shouldn't we be out there rooting out insurgents?" He inquired, while Hanley frowned.

"Admiral Nagala instructed us to support the Apparatus, and refrain from unnecessary combat." Hanley said, somewhat defeated as the soldier shot her a quizzical look, and then shrugged, turning to face a group of Technicians assembling a wide-spectrum scanning station, and she cast her attention to a small Mechanic Pool, where a Taiyou technician on loan from the Cooperative was screaming at the Aschen technician, tossing a wrench at him, and screaming some more.

Hanley frowned, he was screaming something about the machine spirit. She simply shrugged and dismissed it, ducking just in time to avoid another thrown wrench.

"You Aschenu rack dissiprine!" He bellowed, before he stormed off.

Hanley sighed, and then stepped up to the Moluk rebel that had been providing intel for the local area, the Rebel turned to Hanley, as the two of them passed a pallet of MC1 Assault Carbines, and Betelgeuse DMRs.

"There's still some pockets of resistance that we're designating for Apparatus neutralization." Hanley's XO reported with a brief salute.

"I don't like working with them." Hanley remarked.

The XO Shrugged.

"After everything they've done to our people." She said, and the XO Shrugged again. "We don't have a choice, Admiral. I fear the institutions of Aschen power, and prestige are waning, we are living the twilight of our civilization."

"Update me if anything changes." Hanley said, turning to enter her command barracks.