Re: "The Beginning of The End" story of the 101st MSB
Write in what?
Write in what?
this board, its been kinda lonely here lately
I finished that pic of mantle you wanted, I'll email it to you this afternoon sometime.
I liked that chapter, by the way.
sweet, im working on some ideas for the next chapter, so it should be up sometime tommorow, and that mantle pic is pretty bad ***
Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. I just got this program called Deep Paint, it's like paint program that comes with your computer exept x100. I might be able to correct some mistakes that I made with the pens.
sorry i havent been on in awhile, i'll get to writing the next ch. soon!
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really? wow, i'll have to look into that
You click the "Messages" section at the top of the page.
i realize it has been awhile since my last post but i think you'll like this chapter.
ch.11 "I don't know what there doing here, but by the gods I will have my revenge." Lt. Jango Fett
Jango stood just inside the threshold of the compoundÃ¢Â€Â™s lower front entrance. The two heavy steel doors swung open, squeaking noisily. The wind outside had picked up considerably and red sand blew into the open doorway. Dominic stood next to him with his medpac at the ready to treat the incoming wounded.
The first figure ran trough the doorway and stopped once he was sheltered from the blowing sand. He spotted Jango and approached him, removing his helmet. The look on his face was that of utter relief.
Ã¢Â€ÂœLt. Corr.Ã¢Â€Â he introduced himself extending a hand. Ã¢Â€ÂœBravo company. This place wasnÃ¢Â€Â™t so easy to find.Ã¢Â€Â
Jango removed his helmet, his face slightly irritated by the wind still blowing through the open doorway. Ã¢Â€ÂœLt. Fett.Ã¢Â€Â he replied shaking CorrÃ¢Â€Â™s hand. Ã¢Â€ÂœToo bad you and your boys missed the fun.Ã¢Â€Â
Corr had a confused look on his face. Ã¢Â€ÂœIntel said we had a garrison of at least company strength holding here.Ã¢Â€Â
Jango shook his head. Ã¢Â€ÂœWell that leaves two options. One, they deserted their post. And if thatÃ¢Â€Â™s the case itÃ¢Â€Â™ll be up to us to find them and exact punishment. Two, their missing or dead. Either way we still have to find out what the hell happened here.Ã¢Â€Â
Corr nodded. The blowing wind ceased as the outer doors were shut and sealed. The room was silent except for the occasional moan or cough from the wounded soldiers. Dominic was busy treating the worst of them. A trooper who had taken heavy round to his abdomen.
Jango motioned for Corr to follow him. Ã¢Â€ÂœBrief on what happened out there Lt.Ã¢Â€Â he said opening a door to a smaller room that had been hastily fitted as a makeshift command center.
Ã¢Â€ÂœGladly.Ã¢Â€Â Corr replied taking a seat at the small table. He rubbed his face with his hands and helped himself to a drink. Ã¢Â€ÂœMost of Bravo made the jump without a hitch.Ã¢Â€Â he started. Ã¢Â€ÂœI managed to link up with most of my men on schedule. After meeting up at the RZ point we picked up a distress signal from remnants of another company who had been ambushed by a Deathwatch patrol.Ã¢Â€Â Corr snorted. Ã¢Â€ÂœIf patrol is the right word, there was probably a 100 of them.Ã¢Â€Â He took another drink. Ã¢Â€ÂœAnyway, we managed to get the jump on them and take them out without much incident. We hooked up with the others. About 30 guys from Alpha. Then we made our way here. The boys from Alpha had been hit pretty hard and had a lot of wounded. Right when we spotted this compound, that fierfek sandstorm came out of nowhere.Ã¢Â€Â Corr finished by throwing his hands in the air. Ã¢Â€ÂœAnd now here we are.Ã¢Â€Â
Jango nodded. His comlink chirped suddenly. Ã¢Â€ÂœWhat is it?Ã¢Â€Â he asked putting his helmet on and listening hard.
Ã¢Â€ÂœRodriguez sir.Ã¢Â€Â a voice said over the COM. Ã¢Â€ÂœFleet just informed us of a small single craft entering our atmosphere.Ã¢Â€Â Rodriquez said. Ã¢Â€ÂœThey attempted to pick it up but it was moving very fast.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœLet me guess.Ã¢Â€Â Jango interrupted. Ã¢Â€ÂœFleet wants us to find where it lands and check it out right?Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœNothing gets past you does it sir?Ã¢Â€Â Rodriguez replied. Ã¢Â€ÂœWaiting on your orders.Ã¢Â€Â
Jango sighed. He switched to MantleÃ¢Â€Â™s frequency. Ã¢Â€ÂœMantle, assemble our team. Fleet wants a little recon done on this ship that landed.Ã¢Â€Â
MantleÃ¢Â€Â™s voice filled his helmet. Ã¢Â€ÂœWe got coordinates for this so called ship sir?Ã¢Â€Â he said.
Jango accessed fleetÃ¢Â€Â™s database via his HUD. Ã¢Â€ÂœCopy.Ã¢Â€Â Jango replied as numbers flashed on his visor. Ã¢Â€ÂœNot too far from here actually. That makes it somewhat suspicious, especially since it skirted our fleet to get here.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœI hear that sir.Ã¢Â€Â Mantle replied. Ã¢Â€ÂœSo is this the sort of recon where we blow something up? Or should I pack lightly.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœOh I think the usual kit will be just fine sergeant.Ã¢Â€Â Jango said. Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™ll give you five minutes, then I want a team standing by and ready to go.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœYou got it sir.Ã¢Â€Â Mantle said. Ã¢Â€ÂœSee you in five.Ã¢Â€Â
Jango closed the Com link and studied Corr. Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™m leaving you in charge for the moment.Ã¢Â€Â he told him. Ã¢Â€ÂœWe got a little intel to collect for fleet.Ã¢Â€Â
Corr nodded. Ã¢Â€ÂœAnything I can do to help?Ã¢Â€Â
Jango shook his head. Ã¢Â€ÂœJust make sure this place is in once piece for when I get back.Ã¢Â€Â he said. Ã¢Â€ÂœI donÃ¢Â€Â™t want to see any black armor on the roof again.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœNo problem sir.Ã¢Â€Â Corr replied drawing a very bulky blaster from his holdster and placing it on the table.
Ã¢Â€ÂœGlad to hear it.Ã¢Â€Â Jango said opening the door and stepping out of the room. Ã¢Â€ÂœMantle, you got that team ready?Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœWe were ready yesterday sir.Ã¢Â€Â SnakeÃ¢Â€Â™s deep voice growled.
Ã¢Â€ÂœGood.Ã¢Â€Â Jango replied. Ã¢Â€ÂœI think I can manage to get us a ride too.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœEven better.Ã¢Â€Â Snake replied. Ã¢Â€ÂœI sorta didnÃ¢Â€Â™t feel like walking anyways.Ã¢Â€Â
Jango switched channels. Ã¢Â€ÂœRodriquez, get me fleet on the horn and try to secure us some transportation.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™d love to sir.Ã¢Â€Â Rodriguez replied. Ã¢Â€ÂœWould you like a nice Luxury speeder? Or shall I ask for the usual gunship.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœGunship today.Ã¢Â€Â Jango said walking up the stairway towards the roof. Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™m not into those very classy ships.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœRoger.Ã¢Â€Â Rodriquez replied. There was a short pause. Ã¢Â€ÂœGot it sir. FleetÃ¢Â€Â™s sending a gunship asap. ETA 2 minutes.Ã¢Â€Â
Fleet was true to their word. Exactly two minutes passed when Jango heard the roar of engines outside. He climbed the stairway to the roof and opened the door. A rush of wind and engine noise met him. Hovering just above the roof was a Mandalorian Thunderhawk. ItÃ¢Â€Â™s troop bay door slid open and the crew chief gestured for them to jump in.
Ã¢Â€ÂœThis is Thunderhawk 2Ã¢Â€Â The pilotÃ¢Â€Â™s voice came over JangoÃ¢Â€Â™s COM. Ã¢Â€ÂœFleet said you guys needed a lift?Ã¢Â€Â
Jango jogged over to the massive ship and greeted the crew chief.
Ã¢Â€ÂœThis birds a little too big to land.Ã¢Â€Â The crew chief laughed. Ã¢Â€ÂœWatch your step sir.Ã¢Â€Â
Jango stepped into the gunshipÃ¢Â€Â™s troop bay. Large enough to fit an entire platoon of fully armed commandos. Snake, Dominic, Mantle, and Rodriquez were already inside.
The crew chief slid the door shut and sealed it, completely muffling the sound of the engines. He tapped the pilotÃ¢Â€Â™s shoulder. The pilot nodded and throttled up. A thick cloud of dust circled away from the accelerating gunship as it lifted off. Jango rested his head on the interior and listened to the steady thrum of the engines.
Snake looked up. Ã¢Â€ÂœSo did fleet mention what kind of ship we were dealing with here?Ã¢Â€Â he asked. Ã¢Â€ÂœI mean alien, human, weapons capabilities?Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœAfraid not.Ã¢Â€Â Jango replied sitting straight again. Ã¢Â€ÂœPoor intel is something you should be used to by now anyway Snake.Ã¢Â€Â
Snake leaned back and didnÃ¢Â€Â™t say a word. Out of habit he began stripping down and meticulately cleaning his rifle.
Ã¢Â€ÂœWere nearing the designated DZ sir.Ã¢Â€Â The pilot said over the COM and turning in his seat to face Jango. Ã¢Â€Âœ40 seconds.Ã¢Â€Â
Jango nodded and stood up. The rest of his squad did the same. Jango looked into the reflective lenses of their visors. Ã¢Â€ÂœYou know what to do.Ã¢Â€Â he said simply. Ã¢Â€ÂœIf all possible I want this pilot alive. No blasting till I give the order understood?Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœYes Sir!Ã¢Â€Â the squad replied in unison, snapping to attention. The pilotÃ¢Â€Â™s voice came over the COM once more.
Ã¢Â€ÂœTouching down.Ã¢Â€Â he said. Ã¢Â€ÂœWeÃ¢Â€Â™ll keep the engines hot, may the gods be with you.Ã¢Â€Â
The crew chief slid the cargo door open as light flooded the interior. Jango leaped out into the infinite sea of red sand and activated his HUD to scan for lifeforms. Ã¢Â€ÂœFierfekÃ¢Â€Â he swore as the blowing sand made the delicate electronics in his HUD almost useless. Ã¢Â€ÂœStay tight.Ã¢Â€Â He ordered over the squad channel. Ã¢Â€ÂœGetting separated out here would probably mean the end.Ã¢Â€Â
Jango lead the way away from the idling Thunderhawk and up a nearby dune. Nearing the top he went to a prone position and pulled out a pair of long range scanners. He placed them to his visor and began sweeping the plateau like area in front of him.
Mantle flopped down next to him. Ã¢Â€ÂœI donÃ¢Â€Â™t like this sir.Ã¢Â€Â he whispered as whatever was out there was listening to them. Ã¢Â€ÂœThat could be anything out there.Ã¢Â€Â
Jango nodded but didnÃ¢Â€Â™t say anything. He continued sweeping with the scanners until his keen eye spotted the faint black outline of a small starship.
Jango lowered the scanners from his visor and handed them to Mantle. Ã¢Â€ÂœRun a diagnostic on that silhouette.Ã¢Â€Â he said. Ã¢Â€ÂœSomething tells me IÃ¢Â€Â™ve seen it before.Ã¢Â€Â
Mantle nodded and plugged the scanners into the small data pad he carried with him. The screen started flashing as the data pad ran through thousands of ships on itÃ¢Â€Â™s database. The screen blinked and turned green to indicate a match was found.
Mantle cocked his head in puzzlement. Ã¢Â€ÂœThatÃ¢Â€Â™s odd.Ã¢Â€Â he said pushing several keys. Ã¢Â€ÂœItÃ¢Â€Â™s a fighter.Ã¢Â€Â he said turning to Jango. Ã¢Â€ÂœJedi Class.Ã¢Â€Â
Jango swallowed hard as hatred began to boil inside him. He knew he had seen a ship like that before. He remembered back to his childhood when the Jedi came to his homeworld and slaughtered his parents. These traitors were responsible for the almost near extinction of the Mandalorian race.
Ã¢Â€ÂœPrepare to move out.Ã¢Â€Â Jango ordered standing up. There was nothing but ice in his voice. Ã¢Â€ÂœWeÃ¢Â€Â™ll see what our Jedi friend is doing in Mando territory.Ã¢Â€Â
Sweet! I was just getting ready to ask you about the next chapter. I really like it, by the way.
My latest pic, not in color yet, though.
thanks, i still gotta come up with a name for the jedi, and im open to suggestions. sweet pic by the way...
How about Jori Brie?
sweet i like it. im writing the next chapter right now
Did you get that pic I sent you in messages?
i have a question in chapter nine why did he say Christ? hehe and i have a suggjestion for the names of the companys instead of charlie or bravo or alpha could they be the mando numbers spelled out? Great story i feel sorry for the private with the neck wound
whoops, i gotta remember not to use christ. in the original copies i wrote i had to edit out the actual curse words for mando ones. thanks for pointing that out. what were ur suggestions for the company names?
by the way, do any of you follow warhammer? im thinking about starting a fic about that next
ch. 12 "Traitorous Beliefs"
Sky Marshall Meijers stared through the blast screens of the enormous viewing window. The red surface of Mars was being ravaged by intense sand storms, and watching the swirling atmosphere from high orbit was breathtaking.
Meijers sighed and slumped into the bantha hide chair in his private quarters aboard the Mandalorian flagship Basilisk. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and was tempted to light up one of the Deathsticks he had stashed in the bottom drawer of his desk.
A harmonized ping sounded indicating a transmission had been received on his private holo feed. Meijers decided to wait on the Deathstick and leaned forward to answer the transmission.
Ã¢Â€ÂœWhat is it?Ã¢Â€Â he complained leaning back in his chair and opening the bottom drawer once again.
The holo generator hummed to life and a figure wrapped in a black cloak appeared before him. His face completely shadowed by the large hood over his head.
Ã¢Â€ÂœI would choose your words more carefully if I were you Marshall.Ã¢Â€Â The figure hissed in a cold voice.
Meijers nearly fell out of his chair in surprise. Regaining his composure he knelt on his knee. Ã¢Â€ÂœMy apologies my lord.Ã¢Â€Â He said with his head bowed. Ã¢Â€ÂœI wasnÃ¢Â€Â™t expecting you.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœIt matters not.Ã¢Â€Â The cold figure replied. Ã¢Â€ÂœOur fleet in nearly thru the protective asteroid belt that protects this planet.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœThat is good news my lord.Ã¢Â€Â Replied Meijers, standing up once again. Ã¢Â€ÂœI assure you our fleet will not intervene.Ã¢Â€Â Meijers paused. Ã¢Â€ÂœIt is becoming increasingly difficult to stall the council from launching an attack. The Deathwatch are our enemies after all. And if the council gets word of a Deathwatch Armada coming thru the belt an attack would be almost inevitable.Ã¢Â€Â
The dark figure scowled. Ã¢Â€ÂœThis is of no importance to me, remember, you work for me now Marshall. The Mandalorians are a dying race. I have shown the Deathwatch leaders the path and you too must follow, or be destroyed.Ã¢Â€Â
Meijers swallowed hard. Ã¢Â€ÂœOf course my lord.Ã¢Â€Â His greed overcoming his judgment once again. Ã¢Â€ÂœThough my original price, I want double.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœPrice is of no matter to me Marshall.Ã¢Â€Â The figure replied with an evil grin. Ã¢Â€ÂœYou will get your credits I assure you. But if you fail me, I shall reserve the deepest part of hell for your soul.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœI understand my lord.Ã¢Â€Â Meijers replied, cold sweat on his brow. Ã¢Â€ÂœHow long must I stall the fleet?Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœWe will be thru the belt in a matter of days.Ã¢Â€Â The dark figure hissed. Ã¢Â€ÂœYou understand that thisÃ¢Â€Â¦.weapon, must not be damaged.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœOf course my lord.Ã¢Â€Â Meijers replied kneeling once again. Ã¢Â€ÂœI will not fail you.Ã¢Â€Â Meijers suddenly remembered the small ship that passed them and landed on the surface. Ã¢Â€ÂœMy lord,Ã¢Â€Â He started anxiously, Ã¢Â€ÂœThere is the matter of a small ship that managed to get past us and land on the surface.Ã¢Â€Â Meijers swallowed. Ã¢Â€ÂœI believe the Jedi know of our plans.Ã¢Â€Â
The dark figure thought for a moment. Ã¢Â€ÂœHave your men destroy the Jedi along with his ship. If word gets back to the Jedi council, more Jedi will surely try to intervene with our operation.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™ll see to it personally my lord.Ã¢Â€Â Meijers replied.
Ã¢Â€ÂœGood.Ã¢Â€Â The figure said. Ã¢Â€ÂœI will be in contact with you within the next few days. I want the Jedi dead by the next time I see you.Ã¢Â€Â
With that the feed ended and Meijers was left alone in his quarters. Sighing he slumped back into his chair and wiped the sweat from his brow with a shaking hand. How did he get mixed up in this? When he was appointed Sky Marshall he had certainly not even thought of working with the enemy and betraying his own race.
Meijers sighed again. Reaching into the bottom drawer, he produced one of the Deathsticks from his personal supply. Taking a deep hit he wondered how he had even started the filthy habit. He smiled as the chemicals took hold. On the bright side, look how much credits he was making, he would retire a rich man and the thought pleased him greatly. As traitorous as it was, being employed by the Sith had itÃ¢Â€Â™s benefits.
here it is ch 13.
Ch.13 The Lost Battalion
Staff Sergeant Mantle calmly consulted his datapad for a third time. Diagnostics flashed across the screen and he compared them to the tangle of wires in front of him.
The gun bunker was a mess, thanks to the rocket that he himself had used to blow apart a vast chunk of the wall. Engineers Thompson and Harkus had temporarily repaired the gaping hole and Harkus had even managed to salvage the bulky Westar 50 heavy machine gun that the previous day had been used against them.
Ã¢Â€ÂœThis is a mess.Ã¢Â€Â Harkus said frustrated putting his thermal cutters down and removing his helmet. Ã¢Â€ÂœThis thing hasnÃ¢Â€Â™t been fired for at least a century!Ã¢Â€Â
Mantle said nothing and returned to the enormous task of repairing the miles of ancient wiring that linked the massive orbital defense gun to itÃ¢Â€Â™s targeting computer. He let out a shout of glee as the dusty screen flashed to life.
Ã¢Â€ÂœNow were in business!Ã¢Â€Â he said excitedly. Ã¢Â€ÂœHarkus do me a favor and pull that lever over there on the wall.Ã¢Â€Â
Harkus complied and pulled down the aging rusted lever. With a groan the ancient hydraulics whined into life. Above them the roof split apart and from below the giant form of the cannon rose to level with the room, itÃ¢Â€Â™s barrel pointed towards the sky.
Thompson whistled as he observed the sheer size of the weapon. Ã¢Â€ÂœThis thing could knock even the Basilisk out of the sky.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœAnd that is what it was exactly designed for my friend.Ã¢Â€Â Mantle replied punching commands into the gunÃ¢Â€Â™s computer. Ã¢Â€ÂœFierfek.Ã¢Â€Â He swore as the screen turned to red.
Ã¢Â€ÂœWhat is it?Ã¢Â€Â Harkus asked replacing his helmet and walking over. Ã¢Â€ÂœDonÃ¢Â€Â™t tell me this thing still wonÃ¢Â€Â™t fire.Ã¢Â€Â
Mantle let out a frustrated sigh. Ã¢Â€ÂœOkay I wonÃ¢Â€Â™t tell you.Ã¢Â€Â He replied. Ã¢Â€ÂœBut I will tell you the power cells are depleted. In factÃ¢Â€Â¦Ã¢Â€Â he continued reading the warning lights. Ã¢Â€ÂœThe ion fusion core is leaking. We could try to fire, but we would probably cause a meltdown.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœHow long will that take to fix?Ã¢Â€Â Harkus asked studying the screen. Ã¢Â€ÂœThe Lt. put us on a very strict schedule.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœThat depends on the size of the leak.Ã¢Â€Â Mantle replied. Ã¢Â€ÂœIf itÃ¢Â€Â™s a small one, maybe an hour or so. Lets just hoped the containment chamber isnÃ¢Â€Â™t cracked.Ã¢Â€Â
Harkus nodded and scooped up his fusion cutters. Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™ll go take a look.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœKeep an eye on the radiation levels.Ã¢Â€Â Mantle cautioned after him. Ã¢Â€ÂœDonÃ¢Â€Â™t stay in there too long or youÃ¢Â€Â™ll grow another arm.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœMaybe that would help me fix it faster.Ã¢Â€Â Joke Harkus as he yanked open the small access hatch that led into the gunÃ¢Â€Â™s mechanical belly. Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™ll radio you when I get an estimate.Ã¢Â€Â
Mantle nodded and turned to Thompson. Ã¢Â€ÂœThompson go check the magazine, ItÃ¢Â€Â™s in the basement. ItÃ¢Â€Â™s possible the shells have corroded.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœYou got it.Ã¢Â€Â Thompson nodded and jogged out the door.
Mantle shook his head. He had some messes to fix before but this ancient piece of crap was kicking his sheb.
Suddenly his COM chirped. Ã¢Â€ÂœYou get there already Thompson?Ã¢Â€Â he asked.
Ã¢Â€ÂœNo sir.Ã¢Â€Â Thompson replied sounding anxious. But I think you should get the LT. and head down here. Now.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœWhy whatÃ¢Â€Â™s the matter?Ã¢Â€Â Mantle asked puzzled, but he COM ended. Ã¢Â€ÂœFierfek what now?Ã¢Â€Â
Mantle headed out onto the compoundÃ¢Â€Â™s roof. Cursing the heat and scouting the rooftop for a sign of Jango. There he was, cleaning his blasters. Typical.
Ã¢Â€ÂœHey LT!Ã¢Â€Â Mantle called running over to him. Ã¢Â€ÂœBetter come with me, ThompsonÃ¢Â€Â™s got a situation downstairs and says you should check it out.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœWhat is it?Ã¢Â€Â Jango asked holstering his blasters and standing up.
Ã¢Â€ÂœIf I knew I would tell you sir but he sounded pretty excited.Ã¢Â€Â Mantle replied leading the way towards the staircase.
Jango nodded. Ã¢Â€ÂœLearchus! Borneo!Ã¢Â€Â he called to two recruits leaning on the wall in the shade. Ã¢Â€ÂœMake yourselves useful and follow me.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœRight away sir.Ã¢Â€Â Borneo replied tapping LearchusÃ¢Â€Â™s shoulder and jogging over.
The four made their way down the dark staircase. Thompson was waiting at the armored door that led to the basement.
Ã¢Â€ÂœYouÃ¢Â€Â™re gonna wanna see this sir.Ã¢Â€Â Thompson told Jango and led the way into the dank inerior of the basement.
Thompson opened a door which led into what looked like a barracks. Lockers lined the far wall and bunks stretched into the darkness. Jango suddenly noticed a figure in Mandolarian armor sitting on a bench, his head in his hands.
Ã¢Â€ÂœFound him hiding in that locker sir.Ã¢Â€Â Thompson said pointing to the open door. Ã¢Â€ÂœI nearly blasted him, he had this in his hand. Thank the gods it was a dud.Ã¢Â€Â
He stretched out his hand and showed Jango a thermal detonator, itÃ¢Â€Â™s pin removed and spoon missing.
Jango wheeled on the figure, furious that he almost killed on of his men. Grabbing a length of his greasy black hair, he yanked up his head to get a look at his face. Jango gasped as he noticed the figure was covered in dry blood.
Ã¢Â€ÂœWhatÃ¢Â€Â™s your name soldier?Ã¢Â€Â Jango asked letting his hair go, and his head slumped to his chest once more.
The figure was silent. Quiet sobs escaped his lips.
Ã¢Â€ÂœI asked you a question soldier.Ã¢Â€Â Jango said more firmly. Ã¢Â€ÂœWhatÃ¢Â€Â™s your name and unit number?Ã¢Â€Â
The figure lifted his head and stared into the reflective black mirror of JangoÃ¢Â€Â™s visor. Ã¢Â€ÂœP-Private first class P-Pincon sir.Ã¢Â€Â He croaked. Ã¢Â€ÂœCOM operator, D company, 82nd. Infantry battalion.Ã¢Â€Â
Jango processed the information in his head. The 82nd were the garrison posted here before the Deathwatch arrived!
Ã¢Â€ÂœWhere is the rest of your unit?Ã¢Â€Â Jango asked removing his helmet and kneeling level with Pincon.
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