Major Lio Partagaz (Hector Salamanca event)

He watched the camera mounted on the shuttle as the boy fought the cat. "Oh the good doctor is good with his work."

@ImperialOf71067 "I look forward to it my friend." He cut the transmission with a smug look on his face.

@XIV_Brother "He will be the best you could ask for. He will also have more... options at your disposal."

@XIV_Brother He opened a comm. "Leo! Your senator will not be of any concern after tomorrow."

@ImperialOf71067 "I look forward to it, good doctor! Yes be sure to send him to ISB when your finished. Our troopers are lack luster and just standard troopers. I need a good leader."

@XIV_Brother "Let's just say the young man is vital to my project. He has an inhibitor chip. I will send you a before and after. The results will be... joyful to you. I'll be sure when I'm done to send him your way to help you in your projects. He will be... compliant."

I like this doctor. Maybe we can work together.

He walks into his office with the aid of a cane, still unable to speak well from the stroke and sits at his desk to read the recent reports.

He rolls his wheelchair down the hall, barking orders at people as he passes by them on his way to Krennic's office.

He waits in his office hoping the @EXELLEDSClENCE shows for their meeting. He did not wish to be bound in this damn chair, relying on a bell and white board to communicate after the stoke.

After being helped back up he went about his day to physical therapy.

Laughing to himself he rang the bell repeatedly as others around him went over to assist the major.

Was it a smirk on the side of his face that was still good? "When was the last time you did field work?"

He thought for a second before writing something else, still keeping the eye contact. "I dont need a face lift to do my job" he knew he was pushing buttons but he stood by his last note.

The left side of his face hung slack after the stroke. He stared into the others eyes with almost hatred in them. He took out a notepad and pen without looking away and scribbled "im good at my job" and almost pushed it into his chest. If anything the stroke made him deadly now.

The chair stopped and he looked at him, his finger shook before ringing the little bell twice.

Remembering their last "meeting" he flipped a little switch and the motorized chair started to go faster. He rang the little bell and people moved out of the way seeing how fast the chair was moving down the hall.

He backed the chair from the desk and pushed the little joystick and started to leave the office.

He looked at the screen surprised to see it.

He rang his bell several times seeing the Emperor on the camera feed.

He's sitting at his terminal watching all the events unfold.

He's back to the office trying to do paperwork. It angers him simple tasks like that were difficult after his stroke but he was trying.