Helena Deech

Imperator Helena Deech is a Hegemony officer and former Tribune of two legions. As the Tribune of Iron Eagles Deech ran her legion according the books. She won multiple awards during her terms for successful contracts.

When Tribune Drusus was promoted to Imperator she was transferred from Iron Eagles to Varus. Although her leadership methods at times clashed with the Varus atmosphere she proved a capable, if aloof, leader.

For her successful leadership she was promoted to Imperator.

## Events

Rogue World

Blood World

Dark World

Storm World

Armor World

Clone World

Glass World

Edge World

## Primary Source

Instead, people of worth were advanced. In my opinion, Tribune Helena Deech was one of them. On the one hand, she was a real piece of work. She wasn’t pretty, and she wasn’t nice. But she was effective. Looking to be around thirty-five, she had tight curly hair and lots of freckles. Most people had edited that kind of thing out by the time they had reached a high rank—but not old Deech.
Larson, B. V.. Rogue World (Undying Mercenaries Book 7) (p. 115). Kindle Edition.

They say she’s a ball-buster. That she hates men and attractive women. She only likes ugly old battle axes like herself.”

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“This is my first action as the overall commander of Legion Varus. I’m proud to serve with you.” “This is bullshit,” Carlos muttered. “Varus should be led by someone from Varus. She’s from Iron Eagles. They don’t know shit about us—about our culture.”

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Deech began praising us as a legion after that. She listed our accomplishments and talked about how respected we were. She then applied the old saw about doing the dirty work that needed doing. That’s when I knew she was wrapping it up.

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“Tribune Deech?” I asked, shocked. “What can I do for you, sir?” The old battle axe herself strode in and looked me up and down. There she was—all polish and creases at this hour.
“I didn’t have time to come down here to the pods until this late hour, I apologize,” she said. “But I did see some of that nightmare you perpetrated on your unit today. Are your people in any condition to make the jump tomorrow?”

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“Are you in the habit of visiting your commanders personally?” “I am,” I admitted. “I’ve always found it’s conducive to the most frank of discussions.” “Indeed,” she said. “Just the kind we’re having now. What did you want to tell me, McGill?” “Huh?”

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It’s part of Province 921. Imperial space, well within the frontier.” “My stellar geography is up to date, McGill,” she said coldly.

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“Very well,” he snarled, clutching his hand. “Go talk to Deech, you’ll get nowhere. She makes Turov seem angelic by comparison.” As I passed him by and made my way through the passages of Gold Deck, I had to admit I agreed with Winslade on one point. Turov was much better-looking than Deech. “Centurion McGill…” she said as I entered her office. “Fancy meeting you here. I’ve heard quite a number of stories about you since our last encounter.”

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Deech was different. Her office held plaques, awards and gaudy star maps. These items were proudly presented, and each one indicated some kind of step in her career. This woman was a bona fide go-getter and a legend in her own mind. “Huh,” I said and walked over to finger a tiny purplish globe. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say this was Ross-g, a misty world full of swampy principalities.” “Very discerning, McGill.” “Didn’t you serve with the Iron Eagles? Originally?” Deech assumed a posture of rigid pride. “I did indeed. Ross-g was one of our top assignments. No warlord was ever assassinated under my watch.”

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“My greatest possession,” she said pridefully. “A plaque from the Core Worlds, commending the service of the Iron Eagles.” I whistled at that. The only attention I’d ever gotten from a Galactic was the negative kind—as in an official demand that I be executed. “Have you ever met the Mogwa in person, Tribune?” I asked her. “I’ve never had the pleasure.” “Well, I have—several times. They’re kind of snotty. They don’t like it out in the provinces. They call us dark-worlders.” Deech stared at me. I took a glance and saw her mouth was slightly open, and she had the kind of squint to her eyes that indicated she wasn’t sure if she believed me or not.

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“That’s very interesting…” she replied. “But the Mogwa fleet is coming directly here—you knew about that, didn’t you?” “Yes, sir,” I said, my heart sinking. Her lack of surprise in response to my story told me two things: first off, she already knew, and secondly, she didn’t care. “Think, McGill, why would they travel directly here, rather than stopping off at Earth to question our officials?” “Uh… maybe they want to catch us in the act of developing illegal tech out here?” “Exactly,” she said. “Now, if we don’t care about these rogue scientists, what possible reason might we have for taking such great care not to destroy the dome?” “Hmm… maybe we want to steal their data core, or something?” She smiled. “This has been an interesting chat. I thank you for the report, and the tenacious way you brought it to me. Next time, it would be more helpful if you brought me something I truly needed to know instead.” I was starting to feel like I was in the principal’s office. “Just one more thing, sir,” I said. “If we do find what we’re looking for, will we let those lab folks live after that? I mean… maybe we can talk them into giving it up for their own safety.” “An interesting and very charitable idea. Unfortunately, we can’t really afford to have thousands of angry civilians carrying around information that could get Earth erased, can we now?” “Right… Thanks for being so honest with me.” “You’re welcome, Centurion. Dismissed.”

Larson, B. V.. Rogue World (Undying Mercenaries Book 7) (pp. 183-184). Kindle Edition.