[That gets little from him except a brief "hm" sound, too focused on gather and rearranging data into a rough outline on his datapad to be bothered with some sort of remark.
He strides out to a balcony overlooking one of the hangar bays, where many of the troops are still - checking supply inventory, tending to those with minor wounds, getting those still shuttling in with more serious injuries onto stretchers so they can get medical care immediately. A few simple taps and he's broadcasting to those who are busy with work in other parts of the ship.
The address goes over the losses that occurred, painted with words that honor the lives lost and inspire thoughts of vengeance against the Resistance. It's with a different kind of passion than what the address on Starkiller Base had, but with nothing less than the same amount brought forth and echoed outward to ring in the hall of the ship and the hearts of every stormtrooper there. He speaks of how they will not waver in the wake of disaster but press onward until the unchecked chaos needling its way through the galaxy is brought to an end.
They will be the beacon that the lost turn their eyes towards in the darkest pits of space.
Moments like these brought him the greatest sense of inspiration under duress, even if he was the orator, not the audience. Perhaps it was because speaking was something that was so focused on one united emotion, and he could focus all of his own into that versus the level of carefully maintained conduct and leadership involved everywhere else.
It's clear as he closes it off and dismisses everyone to return their focus back to their responsibilities that he's found himself again. There are still shadows lurking but they aren't ruling him like they were back in walls of the vast hall where they spoke to the Supreme Leader. There's a look over to Ren before he starts off again to his next responsibility.]
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He strides out to a balcony overlooking one of the hangar bays, where many of the troops are still - checking supply inventory, tending to those with minor wounds, getting those still shuttling in with more serious injuries onto stretchers so they can get medical care immediately. A few simple taps and he's broadcasting to those who are busy with work in other parts of the ship.
The address goes over the losses that occurred, painted with words that honor the lives lost and inspire thoughts of vengeance against the Resistance. It's with a different kind of passion than what the address on Starkiller Base had, but with nothing less than the same amount brought forth and echoed outward to ring in the hall of the ship and the hearts of every stormtrooper there. He speaks of how they will not waver in the wake of disaster but press onward until the unchecked chaos needling its way through the galaxy is brought to an end.
They will be the beacon that the lost turn their eyes towards in the darkest pits of space.
Moments like these brought him the greatest sense of inspiration under duress, even if he was the orator, not the audience. Perhaps it was because speaking was something that was so focused on one united emotion, and he could focus all of his own into that versus the level of carefully maintained conduct and leadership involved everywhere else.
It's clear as he closes it off and dismisses everyone to return their focus back to their responsibilities that he's found himself again. There are still shadows lurking but they aren't ruling him like they were back in walls of the vast hall where they spoke to the Supreme Leader. There's a look over to Ren before he starts off again to his next responsibility.]