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16.3: Destruction of Vandos Prime
Ajax
Designation: CT-0324
Rank: Sergeant
“Alright lads, let’s make this quick.”
The Admiral had given us the order to blow the place to the depths of hell, but a Jedi came on comms practically begging us not to do it. Now, I’m no fan of the Jedi, but I’m no fan of the Admiral either, the bastard.
“Every other one should do the trick.”
“Copy that, Dio. Nestor, how we doing?”
Silence.
“Nestor, copy?”
“Ajax, you’re gonna want to see this.”
I entered the room Nestor called me to, with Dio a few steps behind me. A strange blue glow radiated from the room, accompanied by a low hum.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
“No, that’s… impossible!”
Nestor tucked his gun under his arm.
“Evidentially not, sir. It’s him.”
I approached the terminal, looking at the helmet attached to the computer. I looked up at the suspended figure. Dio knelt next to the terminal, popping it open with his knife. He hotwired some wires to his datapad, running the files.
“Dio?”
“He must’ve survived his fall on Mustafar. It says here… yeah, just after the escape, the recovered him from the riverbank. Bloody hell, Ajax! The amount of stuff they’ve been doing to him! They’ve been running tests on him to see how we operate in combat, what we learned back on Kamino, the whole lot of it! They’ve even gotten into his helmet, looking for data logs, anything they could get their hands on!”
“How long?”
“Months, sir.”
My grip tightened around my hammer. No. We need to see exactly what they did to him. It’s the only way they’ll be able to help him. They’ll have to. He saved my life. Now, I have to save his.
“Copy all the data, and get him out of here. Nestor and I will cover you. We don’t have much time!”
I swear, if I see any more Separatists before I get off this kriffing rock, I’ll beat them to a bloody pulp for what they did to Preacher.
///END///
'Detailed' shot to come later this week. I put too many hours into this for you Jesse, smh.
16.3: Destruction of Vandos Prime
Ajax
Designation: CT-0324
Rank: Sergeant
“Alright lads, let’s make this quick.”
The Admiral had given us the order to blow the place to the depths of hell, but a Jedi came on comms practically begging us not to do it. Now, I’m no fan of the Jedi, but I’m no fan of the Admiral either, the bastard.
“Every other one should do the trick.”
“Copy that, Dio. Nestor, how we doing?”
Silence.
“Nestor, copy?”
“Ajax, you’re gonna want to see this.”
I entered the room Nestor called me to, with Dio a few steps behind me. A strange blue glow radiated from the room, accompanied by a low hum.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
“No, that’s… impossible!”
Nestor tucked his gun under his arm.
“Evidentially not, sir. It’s him.”
I approached the terminal, looking at the helmet attached to the computer. I looked up at the suspended figure. Dio knelt next to the terminal, popping it open with his knife. He hotwired some wires to his datapad, running the files.
“Dio?”
“He must’ve survived his fall on Mustafar. It says here… yeah, just after the escape, the recovered him from the riverbank. Bloody hell, Ajax! The amount of stuff they’ve been doing to him! They’ve been running tests on him to see how we operate in combat, what we learned back on Kamino, the whole lot of it! They’ve even gotten into his helmet, looking for data logs, anything they could get their hands on!”
“How long?”
“Months, sir.”
My grip tightened around my hammer. No. We need to see exactly what they did to him. It’s the only way they’ll be able to help him. They’ll have to. He saved my life. Now, I have to save his.
“Copy all the data, and get him out of here. Nestor and I will cover you. We don’t have much time!”
I swear, if I see any more Separatists before I get off this kriffing rock, I’ll beat them to a bloody pulp for what they did to Preacher.
///END///
'Detailed' shot to come later this week. I put too many hours into this for you Jesse, smh.