Mission 9.2: Epidemic of Nelvaan (Retake)

Mission Log: 9.2

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_Dicsovering Signal

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Location: Nelvaan

Legion Affiliation: 26th

Connecting to CT-5835 [Carver]

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_Establishing Connection

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“We had been running ever since we had leapt from the Gunship. Considering the Separatist’s ariel defense that surrounded the planet, it was a miracle that we had been able to commit a successful drop. I can’t say the same for our gunship crew though. The second we had evacuated the transport, a pack of Vultures bore down upon, and when I looked back, everything was in flames. Command would have read that. Right now, they might have marked us as deceased, but at that moment, I couldn’t worry about something like that. The LZ had been a distance from the battlefield, so we had to approach it on foot if we were ever going to make contact with the trapped soldiers. The air was so thick with CIS encrypted chatter, It was impossible to send an answer to the distress beacon. As we ran, I could here the sound of a brigade of droids advancing behind us, following after us as we sprinted to the downed tank. I could here the mechanical sound of then marching in synchrony through the filter in my helmet, and occasionally a scarlet bullet would fly past one of our heads. I could here my companion’s heavy breathing through our private connection as we ran further and further across the deserted battlefield, covered with downed droids and wrecked tanks. Finally, the distress beacon came into sight, lying outside the destruction of a TX-130 Republic Fighter Tank. Once we reached our objective, Spark and Rookie entered the wreckage to locate the missing troopers. Then I looked back, and what I saw wasn’t good. A line of B2-Series Droids were marching toward us, seemingly endless, with there firing arms extended and pointed at us. We were surrounded, there was no question, and it was just the three of us against an invading army. I stood there for a second, lifted my rifle, but at the same time I knew it was no good. I let the it fall to the ground, and I removed my vibloblade from it’s hilt, along with my DC-15 Side Arm Pistol. At the moment, I didn’t consider myself acting reckless, but instead, more instinctive. I hid behind another tank, until they were almost upon us. Then I leapt from my position and blindly engaged the oncoming wave of SBD’s. back at Kamino, I had never been trained close combat, yet instead, I had seem to learn it through experience. I tore my blade through the droid’s armor, lifting my pistol whenever I had a chance to strike another through the head. Bodies fell around me, and in my brief calm, I turned to see what my companions were doing. Spark had gotten up on top of the tank, and was manning the TX-130 turret with one hand, and firing a pistol in the other. How he had managed to activate the the cannon in it’s wreckage, I would never know. I was amazed to see that Sever had picked up my dropped rifle, and had taken shelter in behind the sheets of metal. As I watched, he turned the muzzle swiftly toward an incoming SBD, and no-scoped it though the head with excellent precision. In that moment, when danger seemed temporarily at bay, an emotion rose inside me. I was proud of them. That was the last thing I remembered before I turned back into the oncoming oblivion.”

 

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_Connection Dropped

Done