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Post by Fyefee Jaa on Nov 3, 2021 15:18:21 GMT -8
Fyfee listened to the lieutenant talk. He was no doubt voicing the same sentiments present in everyone here including himself. Although he had never seen this Blackguard in person he had seen the Jedi before the fall of the Republic. They had cut through countless swaths of the Imperial war machine acting as a focal point for the Republic soldiers to rally around. Of course there hadn't been enough then, and the industrial mettle of the Empire had cut through them. They are no more alien than you or me, but they are our mission now.
He didn't like it, and secretly he hoped that the padawans got away. That they managed to hide amongst the decaying hulks around them. He doubted it though. So long as he was payed for this job he would do as he was beckoned.
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Prophet C'thyl
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Nov 15, 2021 3:51:58 GMT -8
Fyfee's hopes wouldn't rise too high, as the comlink of the Lieutenant recieved an incoming message. Though muffled, the bystanding soldiers next to him could clearly understand it alongside some other familiar sounds for those, that had ever heard a lightsaber swing around.
::We tracked one of them! Quick, we need aid, Position 3 o'clock, eastern perimete-::
The transmission abruptly ended with a scream, as Lieutenant Howard readied his rifle, once he checked their own coordinates.
"That's close to our position, few miles up ahead north", he stated then grim, "Now move, before he slaughters all of them. The more of us stream in, the likelier it is to kill that jedi. And more bounty for us and your families, if you have any."
More than motivated some of the men hurried forward, only few remaining less enthusiastic or careful in the back.
If something bound these men together, then it was the expectation for Credits, whether it was distributed to their families or was paid out to them directly hardly mattered. With most of the gouvernment's money flooding into the military even one operation like this one could make a soldier richer than the average citizen.
All that mattered was to be smarter than the naive recruits, as the expierienced veterans and survivors of previous situations favored the most from the system.
Getting closer towards the location, the first slaughtered Dominion soldiers came into view, while the vibrant sounds of lightsaber swings, blaster fire and further screams could be heard from behind some of the junk hills. Then, it abruptly ended and silence befell the plane once more.
Yet everyone knew that the padawan couldn't be too far away.
"Spread out!", the Lieutenant commanded the platoon immidiately, "If you stick together too close, he'll decimate us all in no seconds. Just keep sure that you remain in sight... and let the monsters do the job of getting him into close combat, should he get spotted."
The hulking figures of the Deep Ones were the first to follow the command, as if they actually understood what was required of them to do.
Most of the soldiers didn't question it either, seeing the reasoning behind it.
Howard was probably pessimistic and maybe not the most likable guy within this whole situation, but at least knew what was necessary to do, as the Dominion Troopers would now pressure the padawan once more. Even if he hid beneath the corners of the mechanized rubbish, that was covering most of the area, the chances of the platoon to lure him out again were high, given that there wasn't much room for him to flee now.
However it also meant that a combat situation was also close at hand.
And a Jedi was after all a Jedi, no matter the ammount of training.
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