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This one's alot longer than the last one. My schedule has been fairly hectic, that's why it took so long. Other updates to this should come out fairly regularly from now on.
Colonel Nakin had followed Brucil’s advice and changed into his combat gear; standard issue desert combat fatigues and armor with a long, dark brown camo-cape. He walked into the hanger of the Challenger, which was filled with Soldiers and Navy Crewmen preparing for the invasion which would come in a few days. Forty of his best men where crowded around a group of drop ships, each soldier checking and rechecking their gear before they moved out to deploy on the planet.
Sergeant-Major Nuin Leesyn, a short well-built Miralan walked up to Nakin, “Colonel?” he asked, “Do we have our orders?”
Nakin nodded, “That we do Sergeant; we’re to deploy to sector 32-34/A and take out the Sith High Command.”
Leesyn pulled out his own data slate and scanned over the map of the sector, “Alright Colonel,” he said with a nod, “I’ll send out maps to the squad leaders.”
Leesyn stood next to Nakin awkwardly, as if he wanted to say something but didn’t think he should actually say it.
“What is it, Sergeant?” Nakin asked.
“Is it true? That they’re going to go with us?” Nuin asked, with a nod to a group of strange looking men and women standing around a drop ship.
Nakin flinched slightly as he focused in on them, “Yes,” he said, “Apparently they are.”
The group, twelve strong, seemed out of place. They each had different weapons and armor and one of them, a human male, wasn’t even wearing any armor, instead wearing a dark blue flight jacket and black pants. He noticed one, who looked familiar. Nakin started to walk towards him; he got within ten feet of him before recognizing him. It was one of his former soldiers, Corporal Meric Nexkin, from sixth company. For a long time, Nexkin had been one of the best soldiers in the Unit, an expert at stealth and an incredible shot; but he’d always been unstable, to say the least.
He had eventually snapped and shot a couple of civilians on Tatooine while on shore leave; he’d been sentenced to life in prison and had been serving his time for almost four years.
Nakin walked up to him and asked, “Nexkin, what the hell are you doing here?”
Nexkin looked up and mumbled, “I can’t answer that. Classified.”
“You can’t answer that, sir. It’s classified, sir,” Nakin said angrily, he took a step forward, but was immediately hit in the back of the head with something.
Nexkin rolled his eyes and picked up his kit and walked towards the rest of his comrades. This pissed Nakin off even more; he reached forward and grabbed Nexkin by the plate of his armor. He was immediately stopped, a tattooed arm wrapped around him, holding him in a choke hold.
“You better watch yourself, Alderaan,” a woman said, from behind him. She walked into view; she was tall and slender, with raven black hair and sky blue eyes. He would’ve considered her to be beautiful, but she seemed like a psychopath. He wasn’t into those sorts of women. She simply nodded behind Nakin, the arm released from around his neck.
A tall, scrawny man with spiked dark red hair walked passed him; Nakin noticed his tattoos and recognized them instantly as gang tats, he didn’t know what planet they were from, but he knew for a fact they were indeed gang tattoos.
Leesyn ran up to Nakin, who was still trying to catch his breath.
“Are you all right, Colonel?” he asked worriedly.
“Fine, fine,” Nakin responded while straightening the collar of his undershirt, “Didn’t even hear that little shit sneak up behind me.”
“I barely saw him, I didn’t realize you were being attacked till he let go,” he paused, “That lot’ll be trouble.”
Nakin nodded in agreement, “Yea, that they will be…” he was about to make another remark, but was quickly cut off by a powerful voice from approaching the rabble.
“Alright you sorry lot, get aboard that Drop ship! We’re leaving immediately!”
Nakin spun around and realized it was Brucil shouting. “Where the hell are they going?”
“They’re, apparently, heading in ahead of us to clear the LZ,” Leesyn responded, “At least they’ll be out of our hair for a while.” He added with a smile.
Nakin nodded again, smiling as well. He wouldn’t miss that group.
* * *
An hour had passed since Brucil’s group had left. Nakin’s group were just preparing to leave when a young human women of medium build, wearing dark brown robes ran up to Nakin. She was obviously flustered and slightly confused.
“Colonel,” she began, breathing heavily, “Have you seen Brucil anywhere? I was supposed to land and watch over his group.”
Nakin looked towards Leesyn, who shrugged, also confused.
“What’s your name?” Nakin asked.
“Oh, I’m Padawan…I mean, Jedi Knight. I was just recently promoted,” her cheeks were beat read with embarrassment, “My name’s Aily Varik, as I said I was sent by my Master to oversee Brucil and make sure he doesn’t do anything…out of line.”
“Well, Miss Varik, it seems you missed Brucil. He left almost a hour ago.”