Lucien Needa
The First Order
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Post by Lucien Needa on Aug 21, 2018 23:01:17 GMT -8
Blood and Iron
Principal Authors: Lucien Needa
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Timeframe: Third Galactic Civil War
Backstory
War! As the galaxy-spanning conflict known as the Third Galactic Civil War rages across the galaxy, ordinary soldiers like these men risk their lives every day in an effort to prop up the crumbling Galactic Alliance.
(NOTE: This is a series of short stories that take place in no particular order, and on different worlds.)
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Lucien Needa
The First Order
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Post by Lucien Needa on Aug 21, 2018 23:23:53 GMT -8
Location: Dantooine
Pratt was resting. Resting on a bed at his bunk. He had just had too much to drink. Nothing more. Slowly regaining his conciousness, he looked around the steel-colored room. None of his squadmates were there; they must have already gotten up. Rolling off the hammock himself, he suddenly felt the floor give way beneath him, and he fell into a white abyss.
That is when Pratt really woke up.
Stirring from side to side, he could see that he was resting his head against a small crate of munitions and ammunition. Explosions surrounded him as First Order Stormtroopers engaged in combat with his fellow men. A riot control trooper looked right at him, before charging across the muddy battlefield. Rolling to the side, Pratt picked up his sidearm and fired twice into the head of the soldier. Looking around at the soldiers stuggling around him, he picked up his A280C. Checking his ammo levels, he realised he only had about 90 shots left. He also had 3 grenades left over in his field kit. Checking the crate, he saw there was nothing inside.
“Dammit! When will those new supplies be coming in?!”
Electing it would be better to move out before he was killed, he ran to a nearby destroyed small structure for cover. Occaisionally poking out through a half-destroyed window, he made sure to kill anything that was white and moved. Looking down the gunsight, he saw a single Stormtrooper. He fired on him, the red laser sinking into the helmet of the man, killing him instantly. There was another, and another, and another. There seemed to be so many. So many of them. Keeping up his firing and tossing a grenade, he moved back to his original position, careful not to set off any potential mines. Covering behind the destroyed stone wall that was at one point a property marker, he noticed a small squad of troopers headed for him. Standing up, he tossed a grenade, which killed them all in a single blast. Seeing more soldiers running towards him, he stood up and emptied his rifle into them. Realising there were no shots left, he pulled out a grenade and set it to explode. He heard the ringing of boots as more stormtroopers moved on his position, he could hear the screams as men died around him. The minute one of the troopers got close, he detonated the grenade, leaving nothing of him but the burnt, twisted remains of a helmet on the ground.
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Lucien Needa
The First Order
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Affiliation: The Empire
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Post by Lucien Needa on Aug 22, 2018 9:38:02 GMT -8
Location: Dantooine
Elsewhere in the battle, Antonio was positioned over a small area of land that used to hold a small cluster of buildings, now containing the remnants of said buildings. The ground was covered in the corpses of Galactic Alliance soldiers, only outnumbered by the shells of the First Order Stormtrooper armor. This small area had seen a small First Order strike, as it was the only position defending a small valley that would allow them to make their way around this small defensive quadrant. At the start of the battle, there had been around 30 soldiers defending this pass. They had all fallen to the waves of First Order attacks. Now Antonio was the only one left. The grey walls of the destroyed buildings were riddled with holes created by the lasers. Small tarps covered parts of the area, but the sky was grey, starfighters raced about, dogfighting, as in space, massive warships fired salvoes of turbolaser fire at each other. Suddenly, he noticed a flash of white movement. Gripping his mounted heavy repeater tighter, finger hovering over the trigger, he saw the first platoon of soldiers broke into the cluster of buildings. Not hesitating, Antonio pressed down the trigger. Red laser fire cut into the area. The weapon in front of him shook with recoil, tearing into the ground and buildings with heavy fire. The soldiers broke out behind the destroyed buildings... and were nearly instantly killed by the laser fire. More and more soldiers began pouring into the small chokepoint, including a few flamethrowers. Focusing fire on the tanks of the flametroopers, one of the tanks cracked, exploding out and a massive inferno. More and more soldiers fell to the orange tendrils of flame bursting out from the burnt corpse of the flametrooper. As the inferno began burning away the ruins, Antonio looked up to the grey sky, explosions and all, and noticed 4 TIE Fighters and a TIE Bomber. Leveling the cannon towards them, he opened fire on them, trying in vain to pierce the shields of the ships. As the ships approached, he realised he was out of power for his blaster. Looking up to the sky, he gave a brief salute before his position was obliterated by the fighters.
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