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Mission 14.1
Ajax
Designation: CT-0324
Rank: Sergeant
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Command finally accepted my request for heavy armour, blasted stock stuff couldn’t take more than a few shots from a blaster, which isn’t exactly good for charging into enemy lines with a fifty-pound hammer.
We hot-dropped into a small Saleucami village which was in the process of being overrun by Trandoshan forces. Nestor and I snuck around behind their lines and hit them where they least expected it, myself quite literally. My hammer hit him square in the back of the head, and needless to say, he didn’t have a head after that.
After our quick skirmish with the token force left behind to guard their rear, I came across a wounded Trandoshan, and woke him up with a tap of my hammer.
“Talk.”
“Never!”
“Fine, I’ll ask nicely this time.”
I pressed my hammer against his throat.
“Where are the blasted captives?”
The Trandoshan spoke quickly, and Nestor jotted it all down on his datapad.
“And… I’ve sent it to Command. We’re good.”
I looked back at the Trandoshan, who looked back up at me.
“Please,” he begged, “let me die with a weapon in my hand, so I can serve the Scorekeeper in the afterlife!”
I kicked his weapon further away from him, and raised my hammer above my head. I brought it down on his head with all my might.
“Oof, he’s not regenerating that.”
“Kriffing right, Nestor.”
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Pretty proud of my walls on this one, not going to lie. I think I might've found something I'm good at ;D
Mission 14.1
Ajax
Designation: CT-0324
Rank: Sergeant
////Begin Log\\\\
Command finally accepted my request for heavy armour, blasted stock stuff couldn’t take more than a few shots from a blaster, which isn’t exactly good for charging into enemy lines with a fifty-pound hammer.
We hot-dropped into a small Saleucami village which was in the process of being overrun by Trandoshan forces. Nestor and I snuck around behind their lines and hit them where they least expected it, myself quite literally. My hammer hit him square in the back of the head, and needless to say, he didn’t have a head after that.
After our quick skirmish with the token force left behind to guard their rear, I came across a wounded Trandoshan, and woke him up with a tap of my hammer.
“Talk.”
“Never!”
“Fine, I’ll ask nicely this time.”
I pressed my hammer against his throat.
“Where are the blasted captives?”
The Trandoshan spoke quickly, and Nestor jotted it all down on his datapad.
“And… I’ve sent it to Command. We’re good.”
I looked back at the Trandoshan, who looked back up at me.
“Please,” he begged, “let me die with a weapon in my hand, so I can serve the Scorekeeper in the afterlife!”
I kicked his weapon further away from him, and raised my hammer above my head. I brought it down on his head with all my might.
“Oof, he’s not regenerating that.”
“Kriffing right, Nestor.”
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Pretty proud of my walls on this one, not going to lie. I think I might've found something I'm good at ;D