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Order 66 on Toola
Howler’s Logbook
Toola, Somewhere West of the Great Plateau
We’ve been out here in the wilderness for at least two weeks. The men have begun complaining, but General Gamzed won’t listen to them. He never appears cold, even when we are slugging through waist high snow. Something about keeping his mind from his body, he said once. Easy to say when you’re a Jedi. The rest of us shiver in our armour and try to keep as close to the heat lamps as possible. Today though, was different. As soon as we got out of the trees, the warm lights of Arkanei came into view, Clearly abandoned by the civilians who had undoubtedly ran when the separatists first attacked the city.
The general made a rare glance back at his troops, and motioned towards the lieutenant. His arm was almost angled diagonally towards his head, towering over the rest of the men. He must have been at least seven feet, probably average for a Lasat of his stature.
“Send the men into the city. Get them warmed up, find rations. We’ll move out in the morning. We cannot get outmarched by those droids.”
I remember this as one of the rare times he had shown a little compassion or interest in our health.
With that, General Gamzed stepped up onto the ridge, and looked out into the frozen tundra.
The lieutenant had disappeared from my side, and I looked back. I watched as his com link chimed and rattled to a start, the blue light of a hooded figure illuminating the dents of his armour. I felt an odd sensation in my mind, like it had suddenly become vacant, open to a new resident.
“Lieutenant Kodiak, execute order 66…”
Order 66 on Toola
Howler’s Logbook
Toola, Somewhere West of the Great Plateau
We’ve been out here in the wilderness for at least two weeks. The men have begun complaining, but General Gamzed won’t listen to them. He never appears cold, even when we are slugging through waist high snow. Something about keeping his mind from his body, he said once. Easy to say when you’re a Jedi. The rest of us shiver in our armour and try to keep as close to the heat lamps as possible. Today though, was different. As soon as we got out of the trees, the warm lights of Arkanei came into view, Clearly abandoned by the civilians who had undoubtedly ran when the separatists first attacked the city.
The general made a rare glance back at his troops, and motioned towards the lieutenant. His arm was almost angled diagonally towards his head, towering over the rest of the men. He must have been at least seven feet, probably average for a Lasat of his stature.
“Send the men into the city. Get them warmed up, find rations. We’ll move out in the morning. We cannot get outmarched by those droids.”
I remember this as one of the rare times he had shown a little compassion or interest in our health.
With that, General Gamzed stepped up onto the ridge, and looked out into the frozen tundra.
The lieutenant had disappeared from my side, and I looked back. I watched as his com link chimed and rattled to a start, the blue light of a hooded figure illuminating the dents of his armour. I felt an odd sensation in my mind, like it had suddenly become vacant, open to a new resident.
“Lieutenant Kodiak, execute order 66…”