Mission 16.3 Destruction of Vandos Prime

Number: CT-4244

 

Name: Dagger

 

Rank: ARC Sergeant

 

Unit: 253rd Elite Legion, 1st Regiment

 

Equipment: DC-15S Carbine blaster, make-shift dagger made from LAAT shrapnel, 2 thermal detonators, pauldron, kama.

 

 

"Alright, men," I began, turning to face my troopers. "You've got a choice to make. You don't have to follow me into this one, because what I'm suggesting is against every rule in the book. But I cannot in good conscience blow up this entire planet-- and everyone on it, when we know full well that there's a more peaceful option."

There was a pause. Then Winslow, snapping his arm up in salute, stepped forward.

"I'm with you to the end, Sir," he declared.

N'Case hesitated, but moved to attention beside him. "Yeah, I'm in too."

"Good," I grinned, strapping my gear back on.

"Now, let's find those mineshafts."

 

We made our way across some old trenches that we used earlier in our assault on Vandos. It was a wasteland. Considering that our business here was almost finished, the fighting on the ground was minimal. It broke my heart to see the bodies of the Vandosians. This was their home, and we brought the fight to them, but . . . why? How important were these crystals that we should slaughter these people in their homes and destroy their planet?

 

We came to a stop. Faced with a fortifying wall that stretched as far as we could see, I sighed, removing my helmet for a bit of fresh air.

"Have a look around. See if you can find out where we are," I instructed them.

Not a second had passed before Winslow was pointing at something.

"Hey Sir, look at that." I tracked his finger to a small metal grate in the wall.

N'Case saw it, too, and went over.

"Check out all this mining equipment."

He knelt down, opening up an old cargo box to rummage through.

I smirked.

"Looks like we've found ourselves the mineshaft."

The grate was easy to get through. Our blasters made short work of its frail metal structure. One at a time, we dropped down into the tunnels, keeping a wary eye out for any clankers. The last thing we wanted was a firefight with all the crystals around. As we made our way through the catacombs, we spotted two B1 battle droids patrolling a corridor. N'Case took two shots. Dead. Hoping no one heard us, I ordered my men to keep moving. After half a cycle, we reached the research facility; the bottom part of it, anyway. "Are you sure we should be do'n this?" N'Case asked, for about the fifth time. "Yes!" Winslow fired back. I could hear the agitation in his voice. "If you have a problem with this," I broke in, sticking a charge to one of the supports, "you can report it to the Admiral." As I set one last charge on the stilts, Winslow checked to make sure N'Case activated his right; he had.

 

Once we made it back to the surface, we waited. "Any second now," Winslow muttered to himself. In the distance, we could see the facility begin to crumble. We did it. "Well done, men." I sheathed my dagger. "And thank you."

 

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Hey guys! I hope you enjoy my latest entry into the 253rd Elite Legion!

 

*Any constructive criticism on my build or writing is greatly appreciated.*

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