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Mission 2.2: Destruction of Dantooine
DESIGNATION: Protector-018
NICKNAME: Galaar
RANK: ARC Lieutenant Grade 1
UNIT: Vornskr, First Regiment, "Bralor's First", 253rd Elite Clone Legion
" The sun had already begun to set by the time my squad made it to our assigned village eight klicks south of camp. It was nothing more than a small cluster of farms circled around a rundown cantina. Our assigned quarters was located at the eastmost farm, which overlooked potential route Separatist forces might take if they were to move on the capitol of Garang. The farmer, a middle aged Togruta male, met us a hundred meters from his farm along a dusty path flanked by unending fields of various crops. He was less than happy to be our host, but would tolerate our presence on the conditions that we stay away from both the fields and his children and if needed we help him fend off any Kath Hounds on his property. His terms were acceptable, after all the boys could use some target practice. We bunked down in the barn to the rear of the farmhouse and began prepare for the next day, weapons, equipment and armor were both cleaned and tested, rations were distributed and water was refilled at the pump outside before the men were finally ready to bed down. Despite Jester giving the all clear and insisting that no watch was needed I remained awake, leaning against the barn door deep in thought. My mind wondered back to Geonosis and Rhen Var, analyzing my decisions and how they had affected my squad, remembering the brothers I had lost. I was shaken from my thoughts by a started cry, it sounded like one of the farmers children. Stepping out of the doorway I made my way towards the fields, passing the farmhouse and crossing the small fence which separated the house from the fields. I could see the girl on my scopes running through the field towards the house, something had spooked her, maybe it was one of those Kath Hounds. Drawing one of my Dc-17 blaster pistols I moved to intercept her, she stopped when she saw me and grabbed my arm, using her other hand to point behind her. She was speaking very quietly and rapidly going on about skeletons in the field, it very well could have been nothing more than a shadow that had spooked the kid, but I decided to give the field another quick scan just to be sure. Cycling through my visor's modes I saw nothing until I switched on the EMF detector and suddenly my display was lit up with countless readings, those weren't skeletons the girl had seen out in the field, in fact I knew very well what had spooked the girl... battle droids and lots of them. Cursing I holstered my pistol and picked up the child and ran back to the farmhouse, I was greeted by the farmer and he wasn't very happy. Before I could tell him to keep his voice down a crimson blaster bolt flew over my head and hit him square in the chest, he dropped to the ground, likely dead, looks like the droids were closer than I thought. before I could make it around the house another blast hit me square in the back causing me to drop the kid... they were much closer than I thought. I yelled at the kid to run and she didn't need to hear it twice, scampering to her feet and disappearing into the barn, hopefully she would wake the rest of the squad. Pushing myself to my feet I drew both Dc-17s and turned to face the approaching droid hoard, it was going to be a long night."
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Farm house heavily inspired by Malen Garek. I'm really happy with how this came out and any and all C&C is welcome! I'm planning on working on 2.3 next week and will hopefully have it posted next weekend! Until then thanks for stopping by and have a good one!
-Tommy
Mission 2.2: Destruction of Dantooine
DESIGNATION: Protector-018
NICKNAME: Galaar
RANK: ARC Lieutenant Grade 1
UNIT: Vornskr, First Regiment, "Bralor's First", 253rd Elite Clone Legion
" The sun had already begun to set by the time my squad made it to our assigned village eight klicks south of camp. It was nothing more than a small cluster of farms circled around a rundown cantina. Our assigned quarters was located at the eastmost farm, which overlooked potential route Separatist forces might take if they were to move on the capitol of Garang. The farmer, a middle aged Togruta male, met us a hundred meters from his farm along a dusty path flanked by unending fields of various crops. He was less than happy to be our host, but would tolerate our presence on the conditions that we stay away from both the fields and his children and if needed we help him fend off any Kath Hounds on his property. His terms were acceptable, after all the boys could use some target practice. We bunked down in the barn to the rear of the farmhouse and began prepare for the next day, weapons, equipment and armor were both cleaned and tested, rations were distributed and water was refilled at the pump outside before the men were finally ready to bed down. Despite Jester giving the all clear and insisting that no watch was needed I remained awake, leaning against the barn door deep in thought. My mind wondered back to Geonosis and Rhen Var, analyzing my decisions and how they had affected my squad, remembering the brothers I had lost. I was shaken from my thoughts by a started cry, it sounded like one of the farmers children. Stepping out of the doorway I made my way towards the fields, passing the farmhouse and crossing the small fence which separated the house from the fields. I could see the girl on my scopes running through the field towards the house, something had spooked her, maybe it was one of those Kath Hounds. Drawing one of my Dc-17 blaster pistols I moved to intercept her, she stopped when she saw me and grabbed my arm, using her other hand to point behind her. She was speaking very quietly and rapidly going on about skeletons in the field, it very well could have been nothing more than a shadow that had spooked the kid, but I decided to give the field another quick scan just to be sure. Cycling through my visor's modes I saw nothing until I switched on the EMF detector and suddenly my display was lit up with countless readings, those weren't skeletons the girl had seen out in the field, in fact I knew very well what had spooked the girl... battle droids and lots of them. Cursing I holstered my pistol and picked up the child and ran back to the farmhouse, I was greeted by the farmer and he wasn't very happy. Before I could tell him to keep his voice down a crimson blaster bolt flew over my head and hit him square in the chest, he dropped to the ground, likely dead, looks like the droids were closer than I thought. before I could make it around the house another blast hit me square in the back causing me to drop the kid... they were much closer than I thought. I yelled at the kid to run and she didn't need to hear it twice, scampering to her feet and disappearing into the barn, hopefully she would wake the rest of the squad. Pushing myself to my feet I drew both Dc-17s and turned to face the approaching droid hoard, it was going to be a long night."
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Farm house heavily inspired by Malen Garek. I'm really happy with how this came out and any and all C&C is welcome! I'm planning on working on 2.3 next week and will hopefully have it posted next weekend! Until then thanks for stopping by and have a good one!
-Tommy