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Mission 14.2
Ajax
Designation: CT-0324
Rank: Sergeant
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“There’s too many of them! They’re all over- AGH!”
Kriffing hell, the defense is faltering.
“Open the cells, Private.” I primed my blaster.
“But sir, orders are to stop them from getting to the prisoners.”
“Well, how’s that working out for us? Open the kriffing cells. Now.”
I stepped into the cells, one by one, and executed the inhabitants. The last thing I want to deal with are freed Trandoshans. When I stepped out of the last cell, battle droids poured into the room, killing the Private.
Well, I’m going down swinging. I threw my hammer around the room, taking out clanker after clanker. Once more of them entered the fray, I drew my blaster. Those bastards weren’t going to kill me that easily.
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I slammed my hammer down on the head of the last droid. Heh, reminds me of Troy.
I turned back to the entrance to the detention block, and a number of Trandoshans entered the room, throwing down their blasters.
“Come and get me, you kriffing ugly lizards!”
I crushed one of them against the wall, and shattered another’s leg. Before I could get my hammer back up, it was knocked from my hands. I drew my vibroknife, and stabbed the nearest one in the eye. Another grabbed my arm, but I slid from his grip and slit his throat. He fell to the ground, clutching at his neck. Finally, another four piled onto me, punching and kicking. My helmet was kicked off of my head, and a rifle slammed into my head.
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Mission 14.2
Ajax
Designation: CT-0324
Rank: Sergeant
////Begin Log\\\\
“There’s too many of them! They’re all over- AGH!”
Kriffing hell, the defense is faltering.
“Open the cells, Private.” I primed my blaster.
“But sir, orders are to stop them from getting to the prisoners.”
“Well, how’s that working out for us? Open the kriffing cells. Now.”
I stepped into the cells, one by one, and executed the inhabitants. The last thing I want to deal with are freed Trandoshans. When I stepped out of the last cell, battle droids poured into the room, killing the Private.
Well, I’m going down swinging. I threw my hammer around the room, taking out clanker after clanker. Once more of them entered the fray, I drew my blaster. Those bastards weren’t going to kill me that easily.
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I slammed my hammer down on the head of the last droid. Heh, reminds me of Troy.
I turned back to the entrance to the detention block, and a number of Trandoshans entered the room, throwing down their blasters.
“Come and get me, you kriffing ugly lizards!”
I crushed one of them against the wall, and shattered another’s leg. Before I could get my hammer back up, it was knocked from my hands. I drew my vibroknife, and stabbed the nearest one in the eye. Another grabbed my arm, but I slid from his grip and slit his throat. He fell to the ground, clutching at his neck. Finally, another four piled onto me, punching and kicking. My helmet was kicked off of my head, and a rifle slammed into my head.
///End Log\\\