322 was actually a nice unit, all things considered. Shiva was about to get the hell out of dodge. Now “run you rebel scum!” to my Instagram to like that post too! He’s a master and whipped it up in what seemed like seconds.Īlso SMALLER SHOUTOUT to Dark Times for supplying this second target. HUGE SHOUTOUT to my guy Brady Moon for helping me out with the effects on this moc. The steam from the moisture of his brain drifted upwards, it smelled of success. “Blasted rebels.” The body fell before me, his head slammed against the stone and the body stopped moving. The momentum spun his body around and I brought my blaster up and shot him in the back of his brain. My kama brushed against a nearby shrub and the man whipped around, my fist shot from my side and hit him straight in his left cheek. I slowed my pace as I walked slowly up behind him. He had no weapon in hand, but could have a concealed weapon, scanning the area I noticed he was on a stone platform, I’d found a secondary bunker.

Seconds later I found myself behind a man, short, maybe 5’10”. Grabbing my DC-15 and leaving my helmet I ran into the woods. Jamming my finger into the comm I yelled “Stay down, keep pressure on and I’ll find a flank!” A unanimous “understood” could be heard over the static. Static littered the audio and cut off the men. Things like, “We found ‘em sir!” “We’re- under- fire!” played from my wrist. I waited for seconds, waiting for the yelling to pause. Moments later, my comm lit up, shouting voices came from the audio transmitter.

While priming my weapon and polishing our rifles I heard blaster shots. Setting up on the outskirts of the tree line, I sent the squad to scout out the outer circle of trees. Once we arrived at Kaller, my squad and I moved out to the Marek forest. Our first mission after debriefing and retraining under imperial officers was on Kaller. Two shinies were assigned to my squad, my luck had betrayed me and neither had seen combat before. Soon after, I brought my squad together, it ended up that I was able to get 2 brothers from the 267th that accompanied me on Orto Plutonia. Before Order 66, I was gaining my reputation as a cold hearted killer. The sheer numbers earned me the promotion to a sergeant.

This was where I stacked up my 357 confirmed kills and 219 unconfirmed. Unknown to us, the natives started attacking our outposts and a war broke out between us and the natives. But near the end of the conflict I was positioned on Orto Plutonia, where a major conflict erupted between the natives. The training went longer than planned and I was out of service for most of the war. After those grueling rotations I was sent back to Kamino to complete my specialist training. Treated us like slaves, damn civies, sometimes wish they were the enemy. Such a horrible planet to spend 12 rotations on, nevermind the rude locals. The desolate planet reminded me of the days I fought with the 212th on Ryloth. I‘m not a fan of Kaller, always been boring and barren, always been home to those meddling seppies too. Where the coal stacks bulk in the ghostly air The road is straight as the bullet flies, The houses sleep and the blinds are drawn, MacGill simply recalled his experiences and called this poem, 'Marching': Soldiers did a lot of marching, but it was often a death march. Lewis, of dying on the same day President John F. He also has that strange distinction he shares with another fine poet, C.S. He served in the London Irish Rifles during the war. Patrick MacGill (1889-1963) was an Irish journalist, poet and novelist.

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