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1.1 - B: Bravo Base Reinforcements
||Mission 1.1B||
Protector-312
Rank: ARC Sergeant
Nickname: Shogun
253rd legion, Pride of Mandalore
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//An explosion.
Screams.
Blasterfire.
Death.
The war had only begun weeks ago, on the hellhole of geonosis. The losses we suffered there were horrendous, entire platoons wiped off the face of the planet. We weren't ready then, and we weren't ready now.
Rhen Var was one of the first planets subjected to the CIS blitzkreig of the outer rim. We had been stationed on that frozen rock to assist in the evacuation of civilians, providing refuge, or so we thought.
Doors slid shut, as the final civilian stepped onboard. Engines roared and the transport hovered above the landing platform engaging in a swift glide through the lower atmosphere. All was going as planned. Humming of engines. Near silence.
Suddenly, a series of beeps. The pilot glanced at his screen as the cabin lights went red. A barrage blaster fire. A glass shattering explosion. Screams. A plummet. Trails of smoke following the bird as it fell cut through the skyline. drawing closer and closer. Then it made contact. The hull scraped against the platform, grinding it’s stomach into shrapnel, killing everyone onboard. Scraping and screaming could have been heard for miles. Troopers, still on the landing pad, crushed to death.
Then, near silence. The only sound was the crackle of fire in the wind. Not a single survivor. The quiet was only broken by the humming of an HMP gunship hovering above the platform. Ratcheted joints emerged from the underbelly of the craft, dropping several squads of Cold assault battle droids onto the devastated pad. A “clang” of their feet as they landed. Then a silent march into bravo base, slaughtering anyone in their path.
Another humm. Another bird slicing through the skyline, breaking the mountains behind it. Doors slide open. Men hop down. More feet on the ground. Clone feet.
Shogun’s squadron consisted of five men. Killi, krit, longshot,and blunt. Shogun had been bred apart from his clone brethren on Kamino as a part of the 253rd elite legion, a unique group of protector class arc troopers trained to think more freely, but still withhold a strong sense of family. But family was not what shogun felt then. These troopers were his brothers, his blood, his heart, but not his family.
The blast doors to bravo base were wide open. Killi entered first, rifle in hand, silently scanning the area for any sign of droids. All he found were bodies.
“All… all clear sergeant.”
Shogun stepped in and stared down the hallway. His vision landed on the melted visor of a downed soldier and into his lifeless, dead eyes. He then looked down the halway, only to find more of the same. Burn marks, limbs, Death.
“Are those… lightsaber wounds?”
Shogun glanced at krit, but gave no response.
He gestured with his hands. They moved in. gliding through the corridors, moving behind and around any cover they could find. Down endless hallways, weaving around each other like laces on a shoe. Another raise of the arm. A sudden halt.
Two sentry units. Cold assault battle droids. Used in arctic climates, designed to kill. nearly Twice the size of a b2. Armed with heavy blaster rifles. A challenge at best.
Shogun raised a fist. Placed his hand on his blade. He charged.
He dashed towards the lumbering contraption, drawing his blade as he ran. It’s legs were practically immoble with all the weight they had to bear. The arms were a different story. A fist swung through the air, only to be met by a beskar blade, getting sliced through like a virbo knife on thala butter. A turn, then a katana through the droid’s chest. Longshot fired a single blastershot, shredding straight through the second droid’s photoreceptor. Two distinct “clangs!” The droids fell.
More blaster fire. Shogun glanced down the corridor, only to be greeted by squad incoming sentries. “Krif.”
The troopers rushed down through another blast door, Firing behind as they ran. It was clear. Bravo base was lost. Shogun pressed his comlink.
“Sir, bravo base is lost! I repeat, we are being overrun!”
“Elaborate.”
“It’s gone sir, everyone inside is dead!”
“What? That’s- that isn’t possible.”
“We need evac immediately!”
“...”
“Sir? Come in sir!”
“Relay your coordinates.”//
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1.1 - B: Bravo Base Reinforcements
||Mission 1.1B||
Protector-312
Rank: ARC Sergeant
Nickname: Shogun
253rd legion, Pride of Mandalore
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//An explosion.
Screams.
Blasterfire.
Death.
The war had only begun weeks ago, on the hellhole of geonosis. The losses we suffered there were horrendous, entire platoons wiped off the face of the planet. We weren't ready then, and we weren't ready now.
Rhen Var was one of the first planets subjected to the CIS blitzkreig of the outer rim. We had been stationed on that frozen rock to assist in the evacuation of civilians, providing refuge, or so we thought.
Doors slid shut, as the final civilian stepped onboard. Engines roared and the transport hovered above the landing platform engaging in a swift glide through the lower atmosphere. All was going as planned. Humming of engines. Near silence.
Suddenly, a series of beeps. The pilot glanced at his screen as the cabin lights went red. A barrage blaster fire. A glass shattering explosion. Screams. A plummet. Trails of smoke following the bird as it fell cut through the skyline. drawing closer and closer. Then it made contact. The hull scraped against the platform, grinding it’s stomach into shrapnel, killing everyone onboard. Scraping and screaming could have been heard for miles. Troopers, still on the landing pad, crushed to death.
Then, near silence. The only sound was the crackle of fire in the wind. Not a single survivor. The quiet was only broken by the humming of an HMP gunship hovering above the platform. Ratcheted joints emerged from the underbelly of the craft, dropping several squads of Cold assault battle droids onto the devastated pad. A “clang” of their feet as they landed. Then a silent march into bravo base, slaughtering anyone in their path.
Another humm. Another bird slicing through the skyline, breaking the mountains behind it. Doors slide open. Men hop down. More feet on the ground. Clone feet.
Shogun’s squadron consisted of five men. Killi, krit, longshot,and blunt. Shogun had been bred apart from his clone brethren on Kamino as a part of the 253rd elite legion, a unique group of protector class arc troopers trained to think more freely, but still withhold a strong sense of family. But family was not what shogun felt then. These troopers were his brothers, his blood, his heart, but not his family.
The blast doors to bravo base were wide open. Killi entered first, rifle in hand, silently scanning the area for any sign of droids. All he found were bodies.
“All… all clear sergeant.”
Shogun stepped in and stared down the hallway. His vision landed on the melted visor of a downed soldier and into his lifeless, dead eyes. He then looked down the halway, only to find more of the same. Burn marks, limbs, Death.
“Are those… lightsaber wounds?”
Shogun glanced at krit, but gave no response.
He gestured with his hands. They moved in. gliding through the corridors, moving behind and around any cover they could find. Down endless hallways, weaving around each other like laces on a shoe. Another raise of the arm. A sudden halt.
Two sentry units. Cold assault battle droids. Used in arctic climates, designed to kill. nearly Twice the size of a b2. Armed with heavy blaster rifles. A challenge at best.
Shogun raised a fist. Placed his hand on his blade. He charged.
He dashed towards the lumbering contraption, drawing his blade as he ran. It’s legs were practically immoble with all the weight they had to bear. The arms were a different story. A fist swung through the air, only to be met by a beskar blade, getting sliced through like a virbo knife on thala butter. A turn, then a katana through the droid’s chest. Longshot fired a single blastershot, shredding straight through the second droid’s photoreceptor. Two distinct “clangs!” The droids fell.
More blaster fire. Shogun glanced down the corridor, only to be greeted by squad incoming sentries. “Krif.”
The troopers rushed down through another blast door, Firing behind as they ran. It was clear. Bravo base was lost. Shogun pressed his comlink.
“Sir, bravo base is lost! I repeat, we are being overrun!”
“Elaborate.”
“It’s gone sir, everyone inside is dead!”
“What? That’s- that isn’t possible.”
“We need evac immediately!”
“...”
“Sir? Come in sir!”
“Relay your coordinates.”//
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