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Mission 17.1: minus figs and clutter
Number: CT-1287
Name: Redwing
Rank: ARC Sergeant
Primary weapon: DC-15s Blaster
Secondary weapon: Vibroknife
Equipment: Bacta-Implants, Integrated Squad Comms, Modified Long Range Binoculars, Explosives Pack
...:: BEGIN LOG ::...
The exciting events on Vandos Prime left the legion exhausted. So as such, Sergeant Jester sent us to a less demanding post...or so we thought.
The mission started simple, just corral the locals. The Correlian workers party seemed to have done something behind the Republic’s back. Riots were popping up all over the holomap. Most of the 253rd got sent to the shipyards to stop the increasing riot activity creeping towards the shipyards. We needed those shipyards, and bad. The Republic’s Galactic Navy was suffering in the Starfighter department. Many losses above planets such as Agamar and Aeos Prime, had weakened the Republics strength.
Really, we were fighting for the entire Republic, for our brothers in the skies, space and beyond. I hoped my brothers in arms realized this. I really did, these guys seemed more driven by violence than actual goal. But I forgave them, they were my brothers after all.
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The gunships made a quick landing in some of the shipyards to let the legion off. Looking across the skyline I could see ware houses and massive mechanical structures. But more specifically I could see the other sergeants and lieutenants jumping off their Gunships with such purpose and drive. They looked amazing, fighting for a cause they’ve always believed in. My mind drifted towards thoughts beyond the visor, beyond the Republic, but only for a second as Sergeant Dagger’s armored hand came down on my left shoulder pauldron. Surprised I reached for my vibroknife attached to my chest plate. Then I heard the words:
“Hey, hey calm down CT-1287.”
“It’s Redwing.”
“Yes of course. My bad, are you alright sarge? You seem...on edge.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I grudgingly said. I had forgotten where I was or where my head was rather and thanked Dagger for the check in. We clasped hands and bumped chests, ou pauldrons clanged as we released.
We jumped out of the Gunship simultaneously and clattered to the ground. Our armor wasn’t as silent as it had looked from a distance. We parted ways and wished each other good luck. Dagger was going head on into the riots, my squad and I would find our own problem to deal with.
// Redwing to command // My squad and I are going dark. We are raiding a warehouse that seems to have sophisticated radio system. We’ll see you on the other side—
Mission 17.1: minus figs and clutter
Number: CT-1287
Name: Redwing
Rank: ARC Sergeant
Primary weapon: DC-15s Blaster
Secondary weapon: Vibroknife
Equipment: Bacta-Implants, Integrated Squad Comms, Modified Long Range Binoculars, Explosives Pack
...:: BEGIN LOG ::...
The exciting events on Vandos Prime left the legion exhausted. So as such, Sergeant Jester sent us to a less demanding post...or so we thought.
The mission started simple, just corral the locals. The Correlian workers party seemed to have done something behind the Republic’s back. Riots were popping up all over the holomap. Most of the 253rd got sent to the shipyards to stop the increasing riot activity creeping towards the shipyards. We needed those shipyards, and bad. The Republic’s Galactic Navy was suffering in the Starfighter department. Many losses above planets such as Agamar and Aeos Prime, had weakened the Republics strength.
Really, we were fighting for the entire Republic, for our brothers in the skies, space and beyond. I hoped my brothers in arms realized this. I really did, these guys seemed more driven by violence than actual goal. But I forgave them, they were my brothers after all.
-
The gunships made a quick landing in some of the shipyards to let the legion off. Looking across the skyline I could see ware houses and massive mechanical structures. But more specifically I could see the other sergeants and lieutenants jumping off their Gunships with such purpose and drive. They looked amazing, fighting for a cause they’ve always believed in. My mind drifted towards thoughts beyond the visor, beyond the Republic, but only for a second as Sergeant Dagger’s armored hand came down on my left shoulder pauldron. Surprised I reached for my vibroknife attached to my chest plate. Then I heard the words:
“Hey, hey calm down CT-1287.”
“It’s Redwing.”
“Yes of course. My bad, are you alright sarge? You seem...on edge.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I grudgingly said. I had forgotten where I was or where my head was rather and thanked Dagger for the check in. We clasped hands and bumped chests, ou pauldrons clanged as we released.
We jumped out of the Gunship simultaneously and clattered to the ground. Our armor wasn’t as silent as it had looked from a distance. We parted ways and wished each other good luck. Dagger was going head on into the riots, my squad and I would find our own problem to deal with.
// Redwing to command // My squad and I are going dark. We are raiding a warehouse that seems to have sophisticated radio system. We’ll see you on the other side—