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Mission 17.2: Riots on Corellia
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 ::...
After the swift taking of the erupting warehouse in the industrial sector, we headed out of the loud and bustling rows of grey and white shelters. The clicks and clanks of large machines could be heard around every corner. We were not enjoying these whining screeches and slams so we darted into the slums sector.
“Command to Redwing...” The coms in my helmet roared to life in my left ear. I beckoned to my squad to take cover as I needed a safe place to connect with the Venator. We ducked to the right, next to a large generator. One of my men hopped on my soldiers and scrambled to the top of the building.
“COMMAND to Redwing, are you there?” The speaker blared in my ear a second time. The officer’s voice was clearly rushed and obviously stressed.
I answered with a hint of caution “Yes command, this is Redwing.”
“Afraid we lost you, Sarge.” The young officer said with a sigh of relief.
“Don’t worry about down here, what’s the problem up there?” I asked, knowing there was reason for such urgency and fright.
“Our communications system was breached by a local down on the surface. They knew our codes and claimed to be friendlies.” The Officer stuttered as he repeated his com-log.
“What’d they say?” I needed to know what was holding my squad and I up. We needed supplies fast and were running out of time before the wave of battle droids reached us.
“Yes, sorry sarge. It was a corellian loyalist. He’s part of an elaborate underground group of loyalists down on the planet. He proposed a safe place to collect the supply packages for protection. The opposing separatist alliance knows of his location and needs immediate evacuation of him and his son.” The stuttering stopped as he read further.
“Understood command. Send the location immediately and we’ll be there.” I grew restless as the sound of clanking metal grew past the sound of machines and gears and was replaced by mechanical footsteps.
“Good luck sir, they’ll be waiting.”
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I waited way too long to add this log and I apologize for the wait. This isn’t one of my best logs but it adds a nice storyline to a rather mundane mission. The family storyline continues in the next mission, so come back soon!
Thanks for your patience.
Mission 17.2: Riots on Corellia
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 ::...
After the swift taking of the erupting warehouse in the industrial sector, we headed out of the loud and bustling rows of grey and white shelters. The clicks and clanks of large machines could be heard around every corner. We were not enjoying these whining screeches and slams so we darted into the slums sector.
“Command to Redwing...” The coms in my helmet roared to life in my left ear. I beckoned to my squad to take cover as I needed a safe place to connect with the Venator. We ducked to the right, next to a large generator. One of my men hopped on my soldiers and scrambled to the top of the building.
“COMMAND to Redwing, are you there?” The speaker blared in my ear a second time. The officer’s voice was clearly rushed and obviously stressed.
I answered with a hint of caution “Yes command, this is Redwing.”
“Afraid we lost you, Sarge.” The young officer said with a sigh of relief.
“Don’t worry about down here, what’s the problem up there?” I asked, knowing there was reason for such urgency and fright.
“Our communications system was breached by a local down on the surface. They knew our codes and claimed to be friendlies.” The Officer stuttered as he repeated his com-log.
“What’d they say?” I needed to know what was holding my squad and I up. We needed supplies fast and were running out of time before the wave of battle droids reached us.
“Yes, sorry sarge. It was a corellian loyalist. He’s part of an elaborate underground group of loyalists down on the planet. He proposed a safe place to collect the supply packages for protection. The opposing separatist alliance knows of his location and needs immediate evacuation of him and his son.” The stuttering stopped as he read further.
“Understood command. Send the location immediately and we’ll be there.” I grew restless as the sound of clanking metal grew past the sound of machines and gears and was replaced by mechanical footsteps.
“Good luck sir, they’ll be waiting.”
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I waited way too long to add this log and I apologize for the wait. This isn’t one of my best logs but it adds a nice storyline to a rather mundane mission. The family storyline continues in the next mission, so come back soon!
Thanks for your patience.