Fox "Delta" Kento, walked out into the warm summer air. A slight breeze wisped through the plains, something he liked about being retired. He had come out of retirement, which began shorty before Endor, to serve in the NIO. He was a Grand General... and was merely living out his days when Park came knocking, and soon had him in charge of Special Operations to build up their special forces, and then became Director of Imperial Intelligence. He was glad to be out of that mess... and finally back to watching over his security company. It wasn't long however, before someone else came knocking... as he sighted a M31-speeder rocketing through the plains towards his home. He wasn't sure if he should grab a firearm or not... so he decided to wait and see if this person was a threat, and if they were, his hand-to-hand skills could easily take care of him in the first place. When the speeder came to rest, only one, finely dress, male came out, with no others in the vehicle. Despite the business suit, the man had a mohawk and goatee...and he remembered him from the first class of Stormtrooper Elites he personally trained. Ares Hahne. "Hahne." he simply said, causing the man to jump a little before he had turned to face him. He smiled, noticing that his voice still brought the fear of hell into his trainees. "Sir, nice to see you again. General, if you don't mind, can we go inside and talk?" asked Hahne. He nodded, and motioned for the man to come inside.
Six Months Later...
Fox stood in the loading docks of the Kento Security main facility. Anytime now, the techs from Ariake would be done with their work. Rather than lord over the process, which was sure to make the techs nervous, he waited outside, enjoying one of Black's Rashallo Cigarras. Although he regularly preferred either a normal cigar or a clove cigarette from Black, he would enjoy one of their Rashallo Cigarras from time to time. He also enjoyed one of his alcoholic drinks of choice, currently being stored in a flask, Liquid Galaxies, taking a swig from time to time while he waited. His reputation intimidated many a man on his homeworld.
He was legend for being the first of the birth-born ARC Troopers, paving the way for birth-borns to serve as ARC Troopers as well, soon becoming known as Delta-class ARC Troopers, hence his nickname. He was a hero of the Republic and the Empire, retiring with distinction and honor, with no crimes on his name. Something he was proud of, and lucky, for his unit received orders to massacre the Bothans, which was narrowly begun when the unit was recalled to Coruscant, a week after his retirement. He was also, thankfully, left out of the planning of Vjun, mainly due to his resistence of the idea of a direct assault on the planet. Near the end, Park surrounded himself with a select cadre of officers, which only countered the cabal that had formed in resistence to his reforms. It was an odd situation he was in, knowing of the groups but not their plans, and in that time he tried his damn best to keep the two in peace...but he could only do so much. Once the reports from Vjun came out however, all hell broke loose. He had to side with loyalists, which ended in the fall of the NIO no matter how much anyone tried, but the New Imperial Loyalists helped in building and forming the provisional government that now stood.
Rapidly, a door slammed open, ripping him from his thoughts, but he still maintained his solid stance. "Sir, the refit is complete." said one of his officer. He merely nodded, noticing that a minute later the repulsortrucks were being reloaded once more with equipment. This partnership with Ariake could work out well, especially once the battle droid project came out of the formative phase. He finished off his cigarra shortly after loading began, and went inside to check out the complete Banthas.
