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Mission 16.4 minus figs and clutter
Number: CT-1287
Name: Redwing
Rank: ARC Sergeant
Primary weapon: Two DC-15s Side-Arm Blasters
Secondary weapon: Vibroblades
Equipment: Bacta-Implants, Integrated Squad Comms, Modified Long Range Binoculars, Survival Cold Pack
...:: BEGIN LOG ::...
This log begins in the caverns that I reported my squad and I planted our explosives in. After placing the last detonation switch and evacuating the platform we rushed into the mine shafts lift, it was cramped and small but we all fit. I wanted to try this new microchip that I was told saved you from having to write a log after the mission. I was all for that idea, but not all for another chip in my head. I had already received Bacta-Implants as part of the ARC program, and my squad was on of the first to test integrated squad comms. This grants us the ability to communicate long range without our helmets or armor. Hasn’t been needed yet, but it has been a convenience. So, I was already ready for the implant when my trooper asked.
“Are you ready?” CT-4283 asked me.
I muttered “Yes.” and braced for the piercing feeling I had gotten so familiar with. The chips sides dig into my skin in the center of my neck, it felt like the small legs of a Flii digging into my back. I could sense the wires Branch down through my skin and contact my spinal cord, my body jerked and I threw my body upward.
Startled, CT-4383 and nearby squad mates reached out to support my limp body back down to the lift’s floor.
“Are you alright sarge?” CT-5712 asked calmly.
Struggling to reply, I could only mutter a weak “Y...e...s...yes.”
I reached for the back of my head and felt the new metal plate, wedged in my skin above my spine and between the older plates. A shock ran into my finger and up my arm, the shock jolted me upright and onto my feet. I cracked my neck and reached for my helmet, I was ready to get back to the Gunships.
The journey back to the Gunships was a long one, the attack had been amusing, fun even as my troopers and I jumped into trench after trench, and making quick work of the cowering Vandosians. The way back would be less sporadic and exciting as we had to look out for Vandosian snipers in the ruins. Knowing this, I commanded my troops to take the high ground and we led an op on the laboratory’s roofs. The Vandosian plant was a large long building, similar to some testing grounds at the Felucia base I visited after ARC training. The top was covered in odd angles and bumps and cylinders, presumably for exhaust and chemicals.
The ruins lay covered in white armor, the black and gray armor of the natives was rare among the see of white pauldrons and pads. After my troops and I had sifted our way through the sea of armor, I had realized how much death had occurred on our assualt. Vandosian bodies started to populate the sea and I realized these people had dealt with enough damage for a day, for weeks, years even. The detonator slipped from my hand as I crushed it with my boot. I was wary of an explosion in the background, hoping I hadn’t set off a chain of explosions that would take down the planet, like the Jedi had foretold. But only a small tremor shook my plastoid boots. Relief rolled over me as I felt I might have saved these people. I might have destroyed a structural beam, but I also had hopefully interrupted the planned chain of explosions.
Waking from my dreams of being a savor and hero, I felt heat brush my shoulder pauldron. Another came whizzing past my helmet, ducking down and looking over the edge I could see a cluster of white armor amidst the white snow. The group cluttered in circles, knocking one against another. A red bolt of energy flew into on of the armored bodies and sent it flying out into the white field. A sniper had hit!
My eyed darted towards the source, a Vandosian has camped up behind one of the large exhaust cylinders. My men and I all knew what had to be done, we leapt from roof to roof, over one body and another. A trooper had reached the culprit before I had, I could see the timid soldier turn slowly and place their heavy weapon to the side as they raised one hand.
Trudging towards the what seemed like a young girl, I felt remorse and sadness for coming up against such a hopeless enemy. Standing just inches from the girl I could see her fear.
So scared, so afraid. Not of anyone, but of our armor.
Her eyes darted from plastoid hand to blaster barrel.
Her eyes
Were blue
Like the crystals that brought us here
Her eyes
Ignited with emotionemotion
Her hand
Launched towards her sniper.
My hand
Flew towards my holster and pointed towards her.
PEW!!
My blaster pistol held it’s place suspended in air above the girl and her fearful eyes returned from their angry state.
My blaster dropped to the ground and I reached to her eyes and closed her eyelids.
She
and I had seen enough.
Mission 16.4 minus figs and clutter
Number: CT-1287
Name: Redwing
Rank: ARC Sergeant
Primary weapon: Two DC-15s Side-Arm Blasters
Secondary weapon: Vibroblades
Equipment: Bacta-Implants, Integrated Squad Comms, Modified Long Range Binoculars, Survival Cold Pack
...:: BEGIN LOG ::...
This log begins in the caverns that I reported my squad and I planted our explosives in. After placing the last detonation switch and evacuating the platform we rushed into the mine shafts lift, it was cramped and small but we all fit. I wanted to try this new microchip that I was told saved you from having to write a log after the mission. I was all for that idea, but not all for another chip in my head. I had already received Bacta-Implants as part of the ARC program, and my squad was on of the first to test integrated squad comms. This grants us the ability to communicate long range without our helmets or armor. Hasn’t been needed yet, but it has been a convenience. So, I was already ready for the implant when my trooper asked.
“Are you ready?” CT-4283 asked me.
I muttered “Yes.” and braced for the piercing feeling I had gotten so familiar with. The chips sides dig into my skin in the center of my neck, it felt like the small legs of a Flii digging into my back. I could sense the wires Branch down through my skin and contact my spinal cord, my body jerked and I threw my body upward.
Startled, CT-4383 and nearby squad mates reached out to support my limp body back down to the lift’s floor.
“Are you alright sarge?” CT-5712 asked calmly.
Struggling to reply, I could only mutter a weak “Y...e...s...yes.”
I reached for the back of my head and felt the new metal plate, wedged in my skin above my spine and between the older plates. A shock ran into my finger and up my arm, the shock jolted me upright and onto my feet. I cracked my neck and reached for my helmet, I was ready to get back to the Gunships.
The journey back to the Gunships was a long one, the attack had been amusing, fun even as my troopers and I jumped into trench after trench, and making quick work of the cowering Vandosians. The way back would be less sporadic and exciting as we had to look out for Vandosian snipers in the ruins. Knowing this, I commanded my troops to take the high ground and we led an op on the laboratory’s roofs. The Vandosian plant was a large long building, similar to some testing grounds at the Felucia base I visited after ARC training. The top was covered in odd angles and bumps and cylinders, presumably for exhaust and chemicals.
The ruins lay covered in white armor, the black and gray armor of the natives was rare among the see of white pauldrons and pads. After my troops and I had sifted our way through the sea of armor, I had realized how much death had occurred on our assualt. Vandosian bodies started to populate the sea and I realized these people had dealt with enough damage for a day, for weeks, years even. The detonator slipped from my hand as I crushed it with my boot. I was wary of an explosion in the background, hoping I hadn’t set off a chain of explosions that would take down the planet, like the Jedi had foretold. But only a small tremor shook my plastoid boots. Relief rolled over me as I felt I might have saved these people. I might have destroyed a structural beam, but I also had hopefully interrupted the planned chain of explosions.
Waking from my dreams of being a savor and hero, I felt heat brush my shoulder pauldron. Another came whizzing past my helmet, ducking down and looking over the edge I could see a cluster of white armor amidst the white snow. The group cluttered in circles, knocking one against another. A red bolt of energy flew into on of the armored bodies and sent it flying out into the white field. A sniper had hit!
My eyed darted towards the source, a Vandosian has camped up behind one of the large exhaust cylinders. My men and I all knew what had to be done, we leapt from roof to roof, over one body and another. A trooper had reached the culprit before I had, I could see the timid soldier turn slowly and place their heavy weapon to the side as they raised one hand.
Trudging towards the what seemed like a young girl, I felt remorse and sadness for coming up against such a hopeless enemy. Standing just inches from the girl I could see her fear.
So scared, so afraid. Not of anyone, but of our armor.
Her eyes darted from plastoid hand to blaster barrel.
Her eyes
Were blue
Like the crystals that brought us here
Her eyes
Ignited with emotionemotion
Her hand
Launched towards her sniper.
My hand
Flew towards my holster and pointed towards her.
PEW!!
My blaster pistol held it’s place suspended in air above the girl and her fearful eyes returned from their angry state.
My blaster dropped to the ground and I reached to her eyes and closed her eyelids.
She
and I had seen enough.