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253rd Public Build Objective Nern
MISSION 20: Objective Nern
DESIGNATION: CC-6359
NICKNAME: Branch
RANK: ARC Sergeant
LOG ENTRY: 020\\03
My remaining men and I dashed through the separatist corridors, hoping to find a place to convalesce after the pummeling we took during the initial assault. We weren't going to last for long without cover.
Out of desperation we bolted into the caverns of the mines, becoming engulfed in darkness. Running. Running. We rushed through the endless darkness, our feet growing more and more ponderous with each step. Then we stopped. Our vanguard came to a sudden halt in front of a colossal trandosian. He looked at us. We looked at him.
“Dank ferrik."
He was plated in cortosis. And he was charging straight for us.
Any attempts to escape failed. There was no way out. The mammoth lunged towards me and seized my head, pounding my brain against my skull. Everything hurt. The massive beast swung his burly arm directly into my diaphram, eliminating the air from my lungs and replacing it with blood. I could barely breathe. My brother lunged at the beast “Come and get some-'' but was cut off short. The trandoshan's razor like claws skewered him through his chest, sending blood soaring everywhere. I was too weak to mourn. Another strike to my flank, this time shattering my armor. Shards of plastoid were sent flying, puncturing my skin and leaving wounds on my chest. My ribs were piercing my lungs. The trandosian peered into my visor, ready to kill me, while I saged, immobile on the ground. What had felt like forever was about to be over.
A Strike to the head. Then the chest. Then the head. But no. Four shots, three hitting the goliath. The sound of a blaster to an eye. Then a world shattering shriek. A tumble to the ground. Struggling to stand, I glanced at the fallen body of the monster. With all my remaining strength, I lifted my rifle barely above the ground, a using it as a makeshift cane. One of my brothers assisted me in moving upright, impaling me with bacta as i stood. The others peeled as much cortosis plating as they could from the husk of the beast, attaching some to their armor and firing on the head to insure his fatality. Keep moving. Keep moving. We were gonna blow the seppies to hell. For the republic.
253rd Public Build Objective Nern
MISSION 20: Objective Nern
DESIGNATION: CC-6359
NICKNAME: Branch
RANK: ARC Sergeant
LOG ENTRY: 020\\03
My remaining men and I dashed through the separatist corridors, hoping to find a place to convalesce after the pummeling we took during the initial assault. We weren't going to last for long without cover.
Out of desperation we bolted into the caverns of the mines, becoming engulfed in darkness. Running. Running. We rushed through the endless darkness, our feet growing more and more ponderous with each step. Then we stopped. Our vanguard came to a sudden halt in front of a colossal trandosian. He looked at us. We looked at him.
“Dank ferrik."
He was plated in cortosis. And he was charging straight for us.
Any attempts to escape failed. There was no way out. The mammoth lunged towards me and seized my head, pounding my brain against my skull. Everything hurt. The massive beast swung his burly arm directly into my diaphram, eliminating the air from my lungs and replacing it with blood. I could barely breathe. My brother lunged at the beast “Come and get some-'' but was cut off short. The trandoshan's razor like claws skewered him through his chest, sending blood soaring everywhere. I was too weak to mourn. Another strike to my flank, this time shattering my armor. Shards of plastoid were sent flying, puncturing my skin and leaving wounds on my chest. My ribs were piercing my lungs. The trandosian peered into my visor, ready to kill me, while I saged, immobile on the ground. What had felt like forever was about to be over.
A Strike to the head. Then the chest. Then the head. But no. Four shots, three hitting the goliath. The sound of a blaster to an eye. Then a world shattering shriek. A tumble to the ground. Struggling to stand, I glanced at the fallen body of the monster. With all my remaining strength, I lifted my rifle barely above the ground, a using it as a makeshift cane. One of my brothers assisted me in moving upright, impaling me with bacta as i stood. The others peeled as much cortosis plating as they could from the husk of the beast, attaching some to their armor and firing on the head to insure his fatality. Keep moving. Keep moving. We were gonna blow the seppies to hell. For the republic.