Outpost Besh
Ragnath
North Pole

The small outpost was a modest affair. The military capabilities of Scholae Palatinae were still overwhelming for the system and could easily annihilate and subjugate all other polities, however in the grand scheme of affairs they were modest at best. And as such Mauro Wynter was stationed for a time at the tiny outpost, manning the command center.

Wynter had flown down himself in his Tie Defender, with no escort and had greeted the small garrison of Praetorian Guard. The fact that the Empress’ own guards had to man the post was telling. What was more telling was that the rank and file of the Imperial Scholae Army did not take the posting. It was a thankless post, and to set the tone the Proconsul took command personally.

The monotony of holding a small garrison together overlooking nothing took its course fast. The support staff was small as was befitting the old Imperial prefab post. Besh had two dozen Praetorians, two Tie Fighters on patrol, and a handful of AT-STs. The support staff counted a communications technician, a medic, and four mechanics. It was the medic that caught his eye.

Her name was Sylvia Tanos. She had porcelain skin and white waist long hair tied up in a bun. Her drab gray military jumpsuit contoured her lithe body and her healthy bust. The other Praetorians took to her looks and demeanor, and Wynter was not blind to her charm. She eyed the Proconsul every time she made her rounds. He wanted to approach her but his position and his lifetime of military ethic forced him to remain neutral. Fraternization was a firm no-go for the man.

And yet, every time he saw her his eyes widened and he gained a jolt of energy. They began speaking little by little. In time a bond grew. How she got posted there was a mystery to Wynter at first. He checked her files and the true picture came to light. She was one of the refugees from Judecca that had came over with the Clan as they relocated. She came to Judecca ages ago as a slave that was rescued from pirates and had devoted her life to giving back. She was a true idealist and one that worked hard and strove to be of use.

That meant a lot to the jaded Proconsul. Wynter had come back to the Clan as a mercenary coaxed for the pay and the opportunity to lead once again. He didn’t plan on staying at the post for long, but Sylvia kept him there longer than he ever imagined. Why did he linger? The Proconsul being away from command at the grand level at such a small post meant a lot to the rank and file but at some point he would need to go back. How would he do it? He couldn’t reassign Sylvia to return to Judecca Station with him. Well he could, but that would raise questions. However – how could he allow her to languish here? That question vexed him.