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253rd Public Build Objective Krill
Five. Five men left. We began this assault with 15 men, and only five were left. But with all the seppies were throwing at us, we weren't going to last much longer.
What I was able to do with ease before now took everything I had to accomplish. We hadn’t moved 10 feet away from the trandosian’s corpse, and I could barely stand. I couldn’t move. With each stride, a new level of pain was reached. My knees were closing in on me. Each toe stung and each touch brought a jolt of pain, eventually immobilizing me. I collapsed on the floor. I couldn’t breathe. Pain. Scar advanced towards me, drizzling the remaining bacta on my wound, molding a glue-like layer of skin above the gash. Helping me up, and reinforcing my steps. Brothers. We were off again. For the republic.
Limping through the corridors, we eventually spotted our target, the main fuel lines powering the base. We equipped ourselves with the remaining jump-packs, and gilded towards the reactor. The mission, No, the war was almost over. I could feel it. It had to be. Suddenly, a massive, cortosis covered beast lumbered into position and opened fire. A flurry of blaster bolts sliced through the air, one landing on my jump-pack. Steam from the exhaust propelled me at minacious speeds, ramming me into a ventilation port. Pain engulfed me. A deafening ring poured into my ears. I couldn’t see. blood emanated from my shattered helmet. I was dying. And a b1 was heading straight towards me.
Two, no, fifty blaster shots. A shriek. Regret. Was I dead? No. But I was about to be. I had to move. Attempting to shift my position, I forced my rifle to the ground, struggling to hoist myself up. Then blaster fire. One shot missing me, one finding its way to my helmet. I fell to the ground. But I wasn’t dead. My pistols. My arm stretched to my hip, nearly tearing me in half. The weapon was pried from it’s holster, and I fired a single shot. That was all that I needed. The b1 fell limb to the floor, dropping it’s blaster onto a perch. Relief. Thank the cortosis plating.
I glanced at the massive b3 ultra droid, standing over the body of my brother. His death would not be in vein. But he wasn’t the only problem. An anti personnel turret, firing on my men, my brothers. And a horde of b1’s. I knew what needed to be done.
“Trooper! Get out of here!”
His head turned, midair, and was suddenly blasted by the ultra droid. He then plummeted to the ground, while I watched in shock. I knew what I had to do. A single tear slid down my face as i lifted off, I lifted off my helmet. I reached towards my belt, pain surging through my armor. I Inched over towards the hulking beast. Too many white husks lying on the floor caught my eye. My brothers were dead. Taken from me. I had lost everything. I was lost.
“GET OVER HERE YA LOUSY CLANKA!”
The b3 strided towards me, firing two shots, both burning their way through my armor onto my skin, melting my bones in my leg. I shrieked, pressing the button and priming the detonator. And I crawled closer to the fuel line. I waited for it all to end. One beep. Then, a blinding white glow. A deafening screech, and more pain than I’d ever felt.
The mission.
The nightmares.
My brothers.
Then peace.
For the republic.
253rd Public Build Objective Krill
Five. Five men left. We began this assault with 15 men, and only five were left. But with all the seppies were throwing at us, we weren't going to last much longer.
What I was able to do with ease before now took everything I had to accomplish. We hadn’t moved 10 feet away from the trandosian’s corpse, and I could barely stand. I couldn’t move. With each stride, a new level of pain was reached. My knees were closing in on me. Each toe stung and each touch brought a jolt of pain, eventually immobilizing me. I collapsed on the floor. I couldn’t breathe. Pain. Scar advanced towards me, drizzling the remaining bacta on my wound, molding a glue-like layer of skin above the gash. Helping me up, and reinforcing my steps. Brothers. We were off again. For the republic.
Limping through the corridors, we eventually spotted our target, the main fuel lines powering the base. We equipped ourselves with the remaining jump-packs, and gilded towards the reactor. The mission, No, the war was almost over. I could feel it. It had to be. Suddenly, a massive, cortosis covered beast lumbered into position and opened fire. A flurry of blaster bolts sliced through the air, one landing on my jump-pack. Steam from the exhaust propelled me at minacious speeds, ramming me into a ventilation port. Pain engulfed me. A deafening ring poured into my ears. I couldn’t see. blood emanated from my shattered helmet. I was dying. And a b1 was heading straight towards me.
Two, no, fifty blaster shots. A shriek. Regret. Was I dead? No. But I was about to be. I had to move. Attempting to shift my position, I forced my rifle to the ground, struggling to hoist myself up. Then blaster fire. One shot missing me, one finding its way to my helmet. I fell to the ground. But I wasn’t dead. My pistols. My arm stretched to my hip, nearly tearing me in half. The weapon was pried from it’s holster, and I fired a single shot. That was all that I needed. The b1 fell limb to the floor, dropping it’s blaster onto a perch. Relief. Thank the cortosis plating.
I glanced at the massive b3 ultra droid, standing over the body of my brother. His death would not be in vein. But he wasn’t the only problem. An anti personnel turret, firing on my men, my brothers. And a horde of b1’s. I knew what needed to be done.
“Trooper! Get out of here!”
His head turned, midair, and was suddenly blasted by the ultra droid. He then plummeted to the ground, while I watched in shock. I knew what I had to do. A single tear slid down my face as i lifted off, I lifted off my helmet. I reached towards my belt, pain surging through my armor. I Inched over towards the hulking beast. Too many white husks lying on the floor caught my eye. My brothers were dead. Taken from me. I had lost everything. I was lost.
“GET OVER HERE YA LOUSY CLANKA!”
The b3 strided towards me, firing two shots, both burning their way through my armor onto my skin, melting my bones in my leg. I shrieked, pressing the button and priming the detonator. And I crawled closer to the fuel line. I waited for it all to end. One beep. Then, a blinding white glow. A deafening screech, and more pain than I’d ever felt.
The mission.
The nightmares.
My brothers.
Then peace.
For the republic.