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Leto examined the sights of his weapon, triple checking that they had been set properly. He flipped it over to ensure the exhaust ports were free of debris. He recalls a moment back on Ryloth when a trooper had failed to clean his weapon properly. The vents were clogged with dirt, causing the...

"So, trauma-trooping?" Row changed the subject, directing his attention to Leto and Veila. "I don't think I can name a single regiment that had a dedicated element of you guys," he said, "Who'd you run with?" "The 212th" Leto said, "We spent most of our tours on Ryloth, trying to pacify the...

Before the droid could carry out its task, a familiar voice rang out from behind Leto. He turned to find the face of Sharn Bo’tek, sporting a set of slate-tinged Scout trooper armor. “Make that a round for everyone,” Bo’tek said, “On me!” Leto had seen Bo’tek many times, but the two had never...

Kashyyyk Imperial Defensive Lines Four years earlier... A fusillade of rockets screams overhead as two corpsmen struggle to hold down a wounded army trooper. Leto and Veila have taken cover in a small crater at the frontline. Blood has soaked through the man’s grey-green fatigues. He's...

Welcome to Krasivyy... Lindström sighed. It was hardly welcoming. It seemed anything but. It was like landing in a prison, complete with razor wire and guard towers. Stepping off the shuttle was nauseating, and Lindström had to pause every few steps to keep his balance. The long period of...

Sticks felt a little out of place among these grizzled troopers. It seemed many of them had known each other for quite some time. The casual and playful banter hinted at a deeper bond, the one forged in the heat of battle. What was more off-putting was how nonchalant they were about the whole...

"And what about you?" Sticks didn't look up from his gear, he was making sure his kit was tight to his chest. Despite the fact that Sticks had carried the load plenty of times before, he never really enjoyed lugging so much equipment on his back. He shifted the weight of the kitbag strapped to...

Jorge Ernesto "Ernie" Molina Near Belle Haven, Virginia March 15, 1937 111th Cavalry Regiment, Troop B "Where the hell you from anyway?" Norman said, finishing the last of his canteen. "I'm an American, same as you..." Ernie declined to look up from his binoculars. In the distance, Ernie could...

Jorge Ernesto "Ernie" Molina Near Belle Haven, Virginia March 15, 1937 111th Cavalry Regiment, Troop B It had been nearly two weeks since Long's thugs and ragged Syndicalist militia bands began their assault on the capitol. The Federal troops, under MacArthur, had spent the better part of two...

The Captain The Streets of Altersdale Interactions: @Archie Mentions: N/A On his way back to the Maiden’s Revenge, Captain Mercer picked up his pace as the gentle mist of rain from before soon became a deluge. He’d forgotten to take his hat which was currently sitting alone on his desk. His...

The Captain The "Royal Emporium," Altersdale Interactions: @Rage - Mentions: @welian The venerable “Captain Nathaniel Mercer” has a reputation that precedes itself. Merely mentioning one of the Captain’s many names will often permeate the room with awe and fear. For this fine establishment...

//CMMD: LOCATE PROSPECTOR >ENTER ID... //[D_HAID] >SEARCHING... >PROSPECTOR FOUND... >LOCATION: CAFETERIA... >TIME:[ERROR_404](>CONTACT ADMINISTRATOR<)... >STATUS: ACTIVE... HAIDER sat alone near the corner of the cafeteria. Although he was aware that the rest of the crew were present as well...

May 15, 1933 Levon Sarkissian New York City, United States The Carlyle Foundation As soon as the words left his mouth, another guest arrived. A lithe woman, dressed pristine in a tailored button up shirt, draped in a dark jacket and tapered trousers. At her hip, a spry German Shepard. The dog...

May 15, 1933 Levon Sarkissian New York City, United States Mr. Sarkissian. The name written eloquently on the back of his invitation. Levon chuckled to himself. The thought of someone saying it aloud seemed simply ridiculous. It would take some time to get used being referred to in such a...

The flotilla arrived three solar days prior. The small fleet has been sitting idle in orbit around the silver planet. Euclid seems peaceful and serene, at least from this distance. The ghostly ship, The Ardent Sword, floats aimlessly, its bow is dipped at an odd angle. It’s metallic plating now...

Charles "Beau" Landry 9:18 AM - CCC Facility A It was the third day in a row. The third consecutive day since New Year's Eve that Landry, in all attempts to relieve himself, only sat on a toilet and nothing more. It is the usual occurrence that once one finds the toilet seat, he or she allows...

Tokarev Darko Kolganov 03. 25. 1912 Alexandrovsk, Russia Darko scratched his chin as the low hum of conversation filled the previously quiet morning. Their voices then fell silent as the crewman began to speak. He spoke in English, from what Darko could tell at least. However, it was quite...

Tokarev Darko Kolganov 03. 25. 1912 Alexandrovsk, Russia Darko took a long, deep breath of the crisp northern air. To think it was springtime would seem foolish, yet Russia tends to act on her own accord, especially when it comes to when and where the cold strikes the hardest. The early hours...

Gotras winced as he felt the glob of soil and wet grass smack onto his head. The dirt splattered in different directions, sending wisps of mud and grass into the air. The genie girl was very clearly upset with Gotras given the circumstances, though at this point, Gotras was at the point of anger...

Just then, a girl approached Lucy and Gotras. Gotras turned his head to find the girl storming up to him with a menacing stare. The girl was close to Gotras' age, he reckoned, but at first glance, he could tell which clan she belonged to. The pondering thoughts of who this girl was were jolted...