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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 7:36 pm
< You told me the Imps were heading elsewhere. > Bolba the Hutt angrily said in Huttese to an informant who stood before him in the grand hall of Bolba's palace deep in the frozen wasteland of the planet. " Y-y-y-yes, Lord Bolba. My sources predicted the incoming ships were headed towards another planet. " < You and your ' sources ' have failed me for the last time. > " L-l-lord Bolba, please no, I beg you! " < Duke! ... Duke! ... Where is he? You, get him. > Bolba said, one of the attending thugs then walked off down a corridor.
Diana awoke in Duke's quarters to the sound of him fiddling with his modified hunter rifle. Bolba rewarded his Mandalorian bodyguard and top man by allowing him a night with his most valued slave, a privelege that nobody else other than Bolba himself can enjoy. Diana sat up in bed, holding the sheets up to cover herself, spying the metal bikini she's forced to wear normally on the floor. Despite the fact that last night she was forced to comply with Duke's perverted desires, it was a nice change from the large, slimy Hutt.
" So you're up. " Duke said without turning to face her, keeping his sights on his current task of finishing adjusting his rifle. " Stay right there, I'm not done with you just yet. " Diana didn't say a word. She simply laid back down. Duke pulled the handle on his rifle and held it in an aiming position, looking through the scope, and pulled the trigger. " Bang. " he quietly said to himself, then put the gun in his open code-locked chest of ' toys ' and closed it. He may trust Diana to do everything he says when Bolba allows him to enjoy her for a night, but he knew better than to let a slave near a weapon in a private room. " Alright, now to business. " he said, starting to undo his pants as he came closer to the bed.
The door sounded. " Dammit, what now? " Duke quickly went in reverse in his actions and went to the door. " What? " he asked, his tone carrying a hint of annoyance. " Master Bolba requests your presence. " the thug said. " ... Alright I'm coming. " Duke responded. The thug started on his way back, and Duke went back to his chest and punched in his code, pulled out his rifle, and holstered it on his back. " Guess we'll have to wait until next time. Get dressed. "
Moments later, Duke came walking into the grand hall with Diana behind him, leading her by her chain leash. The moment he let go, Diana quietly made her way to her usual spot at Bolba's side, and sat down. " What do you want me to do, Bolba? " Duke asked. < Our ' friend ' here seems to be more trouble than he's worth. I know how much you've been complaining about not getting enough fun with bounties lately, so I reserved this wretch's life for you to end personally. > " NO! PLEASE, LORD BOLBA! " the informant screamed. Duke unholstered his rifle, took aim, and fired a slug straight into the man's head, then holstered it again.
" Thanks, I suppose, but I'd rather enjoy the thrill of the hunt, not have my prey given to me on a silver platter. " < Be thankful I did this at all, Duke. You are my top man, and for that I reward you, but don't think for a moment I am any less demanding of your respect. I could have you killed in an instant if I so chose. > " So can I have you killed just as easily. " The two stared at each menacingly for a moment. < BWAHAHA! Heartless to the last. A shame not all my men are as competent as you. > Duke started off to another room. Bolba motioned for one of the attending thugs to dispose of the corpse in the middle of the floor. Grabbing Diana's leash, he pulled on it so she would stand. < Dance for me. > Without a word, Diana walked around in front of the Hutt and began to do a slow, erotic dance, while Bolba watched with a smile.
Such is a typical day for Diana. She knows her place, and the consequences for attempting to defy it. The underground spy network, as shoddy as it is, is quite effective, though lacking in reliable accuracy at times. She knows all about it. Several of Bolba's goons work as agents in the field and relay information back to him through various means. Bolba ceased interplanetary smuggling operations when word got to him of Imps in the local area of space, though he expected it to come later than it had. While Bolba hasn't suffered any loss, he hates when someone fails him. Diana had seen many people before today's informant be gunned down before the mighty Hutt crime lord. Though she only gave the expression of a slave whose will was defeated, she silently hoped for someone or some force to crush Bolba and free her from his perverted grip.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 8:26 pm
(OOC: EK, I sent the Recon company to take Port Loka which is a... Sea port/Harbor Town, New Karna is the location of the world's only Space Port.)
Above New Karna the twelve ARC-170s slowly circled hunting for targets in the crowded streets, and they didn't see a one as the three HT-74s of the Stormtrooper platoon sped into town. Occasionally there was a flash of smoke or red light, but from up there it was almost impossible to tell friend from foe.
The Stormtrooper Company came to a halt near the spaceport's main entrance, and the aft ramps for each of the HT-74s came down and twenty-seven stormtroopers rushed out into the city streets, their white armor glinting in the sunlight. They rushed through the entrance as the platoon leader, a cold lieutenant in an equally cold and black uniform stood at the entrance with a loudspeaker, "These ships are hereby declared impounded, until such time as the Empire deigns to release them. Do not attempt to beg, plead, or bargain with my troops... you'll find such attempts useless. If we discover that a ship here has contraband it will be confiscated and its cargo destroyed. That is all."
Suddenly a trio of uniformed New Karnan police rounded the corner, before they could draw their weapons one of the stormtroopers opened fire with his Blastech T-21. In a blaze of red light and burning flesh the guards evaporated.
Shreiks and screams sounded through the crowd as the civilians slunk back, but the spacers who now would wait for their ships mere stood there in the shadows watching a scene they'd seen many times before.
As the crowd recoiled the Lieutenant stepped up to the remains of the three dead police men, "Alright, spread out and find defensive positions. They'll be back."
Inside the spaceport the stormtroopers breached each of the doors and rushed inside, arresting the occupants and begining a search of each of the vessels. Within minutes they'd found a YT-1950 called Lucky Draw.
* * *
The rush had slowed to a crawl, and Colonel Akaga was distinctly unhappy with that change. They'd finally begun driving upon roads ten kilometers back, but now they'd been bogged down thanks to a poor map of the road system and the rather narrow nature of the road itself.
Immediately before him a platoon of three 1-L Tanks sat idle while the unit command leaned over the driver's compartment of his tank starring at a map.
A god damn flimsi map! who would think that an advance would be stalled by some fool's inability to read a map! It was inexcusable! Frowning Colonel Akaga pulled out his own map, and checked his position... and then he stopped. According to the orbital coordinates being sent down from above they were kilometer away from a place called "Laurie's General Store" but there it sat, not fifty meters down the road.
On the second command track Lt. Colonel Jasmir Adder sat with her arms folded across her armored chest. She glanced over at him, "What's this hold up about anyway?"
"The map's we got from the Intelligence, they're off by about a kilometer."
Up the road the platoon leader crumpled his map and tore it to shreds in frustration. Then he turned and began to walk to the general store.
"What's he doing?" Saburo Akaga said with a frown.
Jasmir shook her helmeted head, "Maybe he's going to buy a map."
As the platoon leader stepped to the entrance of the store, a shot rang out. The unmistakable crack of a slugthrower echoed across the formation as the officer's helmet seemed to explode from the bullet hitting its ceramic surface and it was immediately clear he was dead.
"Oh sith..." Akaga yelled as the tank platoon suddenly went into action. The turrets whined as they rotated, hunting for targets. And one of the gunners, nervous and inexperienced thought he saw the barrel of a slugthrower in the window of the General Store, and swung the turret to bear and pulled the trigger.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:13 pm
In the process of restocking his shelves, Charr heard the sounds of combat and blasters
Glancing out a window he saw an armored transport rumble down the street.
There was nothing the militia had to cope with that. Charr knew it.
And he was certain there was more roaming the streets.
The white hats running them seemed to be blasting out at targets at random with little more than a few slug rounds fired back in retaliation.
In his day, this would be considered a route.
The Rodian shook his head and glanced to the front door.
It didn't take long before he was heading for it, his 434 snug in his shoulder holster and concealed by his hunting jacket.
"Can't let these thugs shoot up my customers." He muttered. "Some of 'em havent paid off their tabs yet."
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:32 pm
Making their way into the harbor was easy. As their back-up groups of reinforcements, ranging from recon walkers to armer soldiers and hovertrucks took position along the main road, a slow and steady fan out began, as the Imperials gradually took control of Port Loka.
Ten minutes after arriving into the main harbor, Lieutenant Benton Ford has his nine units stood around the port authority operator, who nervously held a slug thrower in his left hand.
"I'm going to ask you to put down the weapon, and hand over control of the harbor," Ford commanded.
The old timer nodded, prefering to preserve what few years he had left, and cautiously left the room, allowing the recon group to take control of the harbor.
As his only technician sat down at the command console, Benton turned torwards the bay and it's lock system. "Shut the gates."
"Roger, lieutenant." After a few button presses, sirens went off as the massive flood gates protecting the harbor slowly shut, warning lights going off everywhere. Moments later, a single thud signaled the locking of the massive gate, as the harbor filled with more water to keep what ships were in there afloat.
Smiling grimly, he turned to the rest of his recon unit. "Fan out, and secure the port."
As his men assumed posts within the harbor, Benton's comm unit rang again. he answered it. "Captain?"
The older man nodded. "Yes, lieutenant. Secured the bay yet?"
"All done here," the lieutenant confirmed. "Awaiting orders."
"None for the moment. We just secured the grounds to the mayor's office, and are almost done working out the police station on the other side of town."
"Are the locals giving much resistance?" Benton inquired, insinuating that his own position was firmly secure.
"Not much. A few slug throwers pop up every now and then, but we've got the city under control until we get some tigher support in to lock the city down."
Nodding, the lieutenant turned off his comm, and reclined back in the port authority's chair, surveying the harbor. "Now the real fun begins."
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:32 pm
Rate slowed his heavy breathing as he crouched in a dark alley behind a few boxes. His right hand twitching a little, he held back an impulse to pull his weapons and take down a few white-heads, such impulses got people killed, and he was no solider. He turned and nodded to Groz which he had pulled deeper into the alley, going down it should lead them into the market after not too long. The spaceport was crawling with the devils and they would be found out sooner or later. He gave a smile to the thought he had unloaded days ago, Bolba wasn't a guy to be kept waiting.
He turned and kept his hand close to his .22 and crept down the alley."Lets go buddy." He said to Groz.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:34 pm
As the 1st battalion made their way to the borders of Seya City, Major Tyrr couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching them. The troops made it to the city, followed by the vehicles. Suddenly, blaster fire flew at the Major, who managed to dodge the hits.
"AMBUSH!" He yelled.
And, as quickly as that, a battle ensued. The Seya-Qu militia had managed to forsee the raid on the city, and organize an ambush.
Major Tyrr shot at many resistors, killing many. The militia fought savagely, but they were outnumbered and outgunned and fell quickly.
"Alright." The Major said. "A group of you seek out stragglers. Let's set up the garrison."
Some time had passed, but Mason still felt like he was being watched. The troops were either setting up the garrison or scouting the area, and that's when it hit him. Nobody was manning the vehicles. As soon as he thought of this, he heard a transport being turned on. Major Tyrr ran to where the vehicles were, and saw an AT-RT moving away from the city.
"You b*****d." He said, adjusting the scope on his sniper. "You picked the wrong Myke to mess with!"
And with that, he shot the escapee in the side, causing him to fall off of the vehicle. He walked towards the straggler, accomanied by two of his men. As soon as he got to the man, he stood him up, knocked him against a tree, and punched him in the face several times. He motioned to one of his men, who was skilled at interrogation.
After a while of questioning, the trooper turned around.
"He's not giving me anything." He sighed.
"I'll give you this!" The man said, before pulling out a vibro knife and stabbing the trooper in the neck.
"He's hostile!" Major Tyrr said, pulling out his blaster pistol. The Major and his other trooper shot the man dead, faster than it takes an ewok to blink.
"Get him to the medic! Now!" The Major ordered. The trooper picked up his fallen comrade and carried him back to the city, while Mason drove the AT-RT back. Now he knew. Seya-Qu had claws. Those claws were not to be underestimated.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 10:26 pm
" The Imps are taking over fast it seems, Lord Bolba. We even lost our agent near the port when it was attacked shortly after he reported in. " One thug said after coming into the grand hall rather hastily. Bolba's attention went from Diana to the thug, and his expression from a smile to a frown. Diana kept dancing, knowing she can only stop when Bolba orders her to. < Bah. They're going to wreck business at this rate. It's bad enough I had to call off all interplanetary operations. > After a brief moment of thinking, he decided on orders. < Have all our agents just keep an eye on the Imps' progress. As long as we don't interfere with them, they shouldn't bother us, and if they take the planet, I don't want any bad incidents between us to hinder any potential... business propositions. > The thug acknowledged with a slight bow and hurried off. Turning back to Diana, Bolba started to smile again.
After a few moments, Duke entered the grand hall, taking his place near Bolba. After being mesmerized momentarily by the alluring, dancing Zeltron, he turned to Bolba. " How much did she cost anyways? " < 10,000 credits. She's worth it too, and you know it. > " Indeed I do, but where did you get her? I've seen several Twi'leks from all price ranges, but she's the only Zeltron I've seen on the slave market. " < They're not exactly common to come across, but they're there. Aroudn in this area of space maybe not so much, but there's places where a wealthy crime lord can have a whole harem of Zeltron slaves. Naturally though, you can understand why she's my favorite. > " How did you get her though? " < She was sold to me by a slaver from some random planet that tricked her into thinking he was an agent who could help her get going in the entertainment business. Well, he did get her into entertainment at least, entertaining me. Bwahaha! He made her perform some of her more seductive talents, like the dance she's doing right now, and I knew I had to have her. Speaking of which... > Bolba grabbed Diana's leash and pulled her to him, giving her a slimy lick on the side of her face.
Diana remained compliant as Bolba reached around and undid her top. Duke walked a few steps away and fixed his gaze in a direction where they were out of view. " Dammit, I hate it when you do that right in here. " he thought, knowing full well what was about to happen. The other thugs in the room quickly found something to do, knowing their boss hated for anyone to stare. Normally the Hutt would have his ' throne ' move back into the private chamber right behind the grand hall, but sometimes he just can't wait that extra 10 seconds. For a crime lord that has some rather luxurious decor about his palace, he had little to no class.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 9:05 am
After a few minutes, it was clear that Port Loka was now Imperial Territory, as Benton Ford watched from the holocameras at the Port Authority that the city had been successfully locked down.
Captain Hildegard was making his headquarters within the Mayor's offices, taking advantage of the telecommunications already wired there and securing his own little HQ.
One of the other Lieutenants was overseeing the construction of a small garrison within one of the warehouses outside of the port. There, they'd make barraks and store their vehicles for whenever they needed.
Currently, of the 150 members of the Recon Force, all were accounted for and busy tightening the noose over the city, assuming command and responsibility for everything that went on.
Smiling, he turned in his chair, watching a vast holorecording of several soldiers working along the mainhighway. He picked up his radio to call the Sargeant that was down there. "Hey, make sure we set up a watchtower down there. According to the local maps, a tower there would let us see the whole city."
The sargeant acknowledged, letting Benton return to his thoughts. Bored, he glanced around at the ships in harbor, reading their names... their captains... their affiliations...
When he got to the sixth vessel, he froze. Rereading what it said, he then frowned, and turned back on his radio. "Captain?"
"Yes, Lieutenant?"
"We've got a bit of a snag down here at the Port," Benton answered. "One of the ships in harbor is unregistered."
There was a brief pause. "Who's the captain?"
Ford looked back down at the list, then back up. "Someone called Abl Ob Thuh. Most likely a local name I'd guess."
The captain gave an unseen nod. "Very well. Go investigate the ship, and report back when you find anything."
"Aye aye."
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 9:54 am
As the Fighting continued, Charr was attempting to move his neighbors to safer quarters in the basement of the neighborhood church, aided by some of his regular customers and his buddies from the Veteran's Club.
Charr wasnt religious, but he understood the meaning of sanctuary.
The vast majority of human religions forbid shedding blood on holy ground, a major reason why Rodian Orthodox never caught on. But what it really meant was that, because of its pacifistic nature, it was a non target to the invaders. It wouldnt get bombed or attacked. Therefore it was a far safer place to hole up than their homes.
Charr helped guide a couple and their child into the church's doors just as an ARC-170 swooped low overhead, its distinctive engine roar echoing through the streets.
"Damb pretty birds." Remarked a wrinkled old man as he hobbled up to Charr.
Charr chuckled as his drinking mate, CloneTrooper CT-53892, Managed the last couple of stairs to the church's door.
A Kaminoan clone of the GAR, "Ceet" had retired from active duty after three years on the front lines. And though he was only thirty, his body had aged to that of a man twice that. He could have retired anywhere. The Empire was footing the bill. Why he picked Seya-Qu was anyone's guess. But then again, old Ceet wasn't exactly straight in the head to begin with.
"Pretty birds, huh?" Charr remarked. "You were never on the recieving end of one of those bird's strafing runs."
"And you never had to stare down a Droideka. Quit complainin' Sep."
"Clone."
"Greenie."
"Prune."
"Rodie."
"Racist. Now shut up and get your shriveled monkey choobies inside before one of your 'Pretty Birds' comes by and shoots 'em off for target practice."
The old clone chuckled as he hobbled his way into the church.
Taking a last careful look around, Charr entered as well, shutting the door behind him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 10:25 am
Groz was following his friend trhough the alley and trying to sneak so as not to be seen, but it was not something that a Wookie could do easily. He had to crouch occasionally for the out-of-place laundry hung from makeshift lines and the pipes going inbetween buildings. The alley itself was dank and dark, great place to hide, but it smelled like the underbelly of a bantha. After hearing more screams and explosions, Groz felt the need to speak up, which he tried to do quietly. But it came out as loud and primal as normally.
<It doesn't matter where we go, Rate. They own the entire city now, maybe even the planet. And I know you're mad about the Draw, but what can we do?>
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 11:50 am
"Thats the same hopeless attitude thats made me have to come and save yer a** countless times. If the damned Empire hadn't been so efficient, then we could have been out of here by now. We just need to find a place to stick to and lay low for now." As he finished speaking they neared the end of the alley, which opened up into the market, troopers marched by, it seems this place was falling pretty quickly.
One stormy stepped a foot or so into the alley and pulled off his helm, putting his back to the shadows as he fumbled through his belt packs. Rate pulled his knife from his boot and crept up behind the foolish trooper and cupped his hand over his mouth and brought his blade to the throat. Didn't even have time to scream. Dragging the body down the alley into the darkness."Check his equipment for any information about the invasion, I'll keep guard, but do it quickly." He said to Grozthar and watched the enterence to the market and listened closely to everything behind him, in case they would come the other way.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:01 pm
Groz quickly rummaged through his gear and found what seemed to be a commlink. Through it, he could hear radio chatter about a full scale planetary invasion, and it was going smooth. He also picked up reports of all resistances being crushed, massive deployments of troops and vehicles. The planet was falling quickly and the militia was nothing more than a gizka before the Empire's insane, traitorous army.
<It's not good Rate. It looks like they already have taken the main cities and they are combing the entire planet. They must have brought an entire invasionary force.>
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 1:07 pm
Rate nodded and slipped to the edge of the alley and peeked out, just as before, stormies crawling everywhere. He looked around and noticed a ladder leading up to a boarded up window. He jumped up and began climbing, once up he bashed the old planks through with his elbow and peeked inside. It was an old apartment building it seemed and he was peeking into a living room. It wasn't too run down, just old.
Sliding back down the ladder he turned to Groz."Your up first big guy, You should fit." He then went out to the trooper laying dead on the ground and sorted through his stuff, setting his E-11 and helm, making sure to get some of the troopers blood on it. He then began to look through the equipment hoping for the best, then he found it, a thermal detonator. He grabbed it up and dumbed the body into a dumpster."Lets have a bit of fun, now get up that ladder."He said with an evil grin.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:34 pm
Diana was facing towards the entrance, her view being what Bolba sees almost all the time, save for the fact that his view doesn't include being thrusted back and forth due to... intimate actions. Bolba was enjoying himself very much, but Diana couldn't wait for it to end. She spotted Duke sitting down on the steps that lead to the throne, facing towards a group of thugs playing cards, though what game was unknown. They were too far away for most details to be seen. The female among them seemed to be undressing every so often, apparently the males had coaxed her into Nar Shaddaa rules. Suddenly it turned around, and one of the males had lost. He said something Diana couldn't hear, but the female raised her voice in response, " YOU'RE the cheater, lizard man! " and she slammed his face down on the table.
The pair broke into a brawl and the other players joined in. Duke stood up and walked over yelling, " Alright kids, break up or I'll blast each one of you! " Bolba was too busy with Diana to bother to even look to see what was going on. Diana looked over to the side and noticed a pair of goons working at the terminals. There was always someone manning the terminals. She didn't know what all they did, but she did know that it did involve palace security, and sometimes they would report on any smuggler vessels that were coming or going. However, since Bolba had called off all smuggling operations that went off-planet, they hardly said anything.
Suddenly, Diana found herself being forced forward and back faster and faster. She closed her eyes and braced for the inevitable. After a few seconds, Bolba gave a loud sigh, and stopped holding Diana in place. She turned around and Bolba nodded, signalling he was done with her. She got off of him and got dressed. Bolba motioned for his other slave to get him some food, while Diana sat back down beside him, once again feeling his arm wrap around her back and side, holding her to him. She watched the other girl walk off. It was odd, she thought. This other girl was only forced to do the more menial things, though she was given to the other thugs at times for their pleasure. She didn't envy her for that. Diana was the slave girl that was strictly for pleasure, but only for Bolba himself, and sometimes Duke.
After a short while, the girl came back, carrying a large gold platter with a mountain of food on it, and 2 smaller bowls. She placed one of the bowls in front of Diana, then went to Bolba's other side and started to feed him the large mass of food. Once again Diana was fortunate. The other girl had to wait until she finished feeding Bolba before she could feed herself. It was as if Diana was above her in rank, in a sense. She picked up the bowl and started to eat. Lucky for her she was a Zeltron. If not for her race's metabolism, she probably couldn't keep some of this... stuff down. Sometimes it would be things like grapes and maybe some exotic, delicious types of things, but other times it was slimy and icky, the types of things she really didn't want to know what it was.
Duke came back in and resumed his usual spot near the throne. It was very quiet now, which it usually is since nobody would dare disturb Bolba during a meal, but it was too quiet. Diana felt like something was off. Something, somewhere, was going on.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 8:50 pm
"Sir, we have set up the provisional garrison!" A trooper said to the major.
"Excellent" Mason replied. "Send a messenger group to report to the Colonel."
"Yes, sir." Said the trooper, before he departed. Major Tyrr sat down on a bench, and started polishing his sniper. After a few minutes, he overheard a couple of troopers conversing.
"All i'm saying is that this was hardly a fight." One trooper remarked. "I mean, local militia ain't nothing but gizka in our doorstep."
"Yeah, you have a point there." The other replied. "But is it better to risk numbers to gain victory?"
"I think victory is my least concern when I fight. I want recognition and..and honor."
"Really?" The Major interrupted, walking towards the two. "Victory by the safe side? Honor on the battlefield? You're both wrong, yet together, you're both right."
"I'm sorry, sir?" The second trooper asked.
"Victory, like you mention, can be mixed with what your comrade said. We are soldiers in the first Galactic Empire! We are powerful, and we can gain Victory by fighting! We can gain victory, not only by testing our bravery on the battlefield, but by any means possible. So, why don't you two put you're overworled minds together and think of a better philosophy?"
"Wow, I never thought of it like that." The first trooper said.
"Me neither." The second trooper complied. "Thanks, sir. You're a good leader."
"You're breaking my heart, now git before I bash your head in." The Major ordered, covering up the fact that that comment meant a lot to him.
"Sir, yes, sir!"
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