10-01-2015, 01:53 AM
It had been just over two weeks since the carrier from the Vergo had deployed the 15th Infantry Division to Belsavis. A power struggle within the ranks of the 23rd and 45th Infantry Divisions had led to a merger creating the 34th Division. A large sect of disgruntled Sith soldiers had abandoned their post due to this sudden change in leadership and had gone AWOL. Staff Sergeant Beatrix Zulenka and Able Company of the 15th Infantry Division were tasked with spearheading the search on Belsavis for the largest group of renegade soldiers. Desertion was grounds for immediate execution in the Empire so temporary war time protocols were enacted to quickly and efficiently end the outburst of dissidents. It had been raining nonstop since their arrival at base camp Delta. The weather was always a steady cold downpour with occasional severe electrical storms cropping up. As the Staff Sergeant sat at the doorway to the barracks tent, staring out into the dense forest they had been searching day by day, she smiled.
This was Able Company’s eighth combat deployment. Trixie always felt right as rain when deployed in the field. It was eight o'clock in the morning, but the dark rain clouds made it seem like dusk. Distant rolls of thunder swept across dense woodland eventually catching up to the camp with a gentle rattle of loose objects lying around. Delta Camp was a small two tent facility; Tent A was the Radio Room and makeshift weapons depot while Tent B was the largest of the two length wise. It housed the bunks and temporary quarters for each of the soldiers in Able. Both of the entrances to each tent was facing a large open covering that held a fire pit in the middle creating a makeshift mess area.
The Staff Sergeant checked the digital readout on her watch and noted it was fifteen past the hour. Command wanted updates to be synchronized with each other so each company could update their maps at the same time keeping everyone informed. As Sergeant Masters rolled over in his bunk by the door and let out a loud snore, Beatrix picked up her rifle and trudged across to the radio room. Closing the tent flap behind her she eyed the large table sitting behind the radio desk. Flipping a couple of switches the surface of the table lit up with the planet's surface as scanned by the Vergo. Rotating a knob a chart plot appeared and began zooming in. Digital writing that marked the location of camp Delta appeared just next to an updated image of Able Company’s tents. Taking a headset from a stand on the desk Trixie switched on the radio and tuned it to the right frequency.
“Able One Five, over.” She spoke into the microphone.
Other voices could be heard from different speakers of all the other squads and units updating Command on their progress. The map before her updated with a circled area just north of her camp in the woods. It read “Possible Assault - Advise Able.”
Trixie eyed who had wrote it. Henderson from Bravo. They only had a Corporal left? A loud clap of thunder made her vision shift to the time of post. Five minutes ago...
“This is Command, Able One Five. Anything to report?”
It wasn’t thunder.
A loud explosion shook the camp as an artillery round exploded nearby, showering the tents with splintered wood.
“Able One Five under fire.” She said calmly into the microphone as another shell whizzed overhead.
The rain was coming down so hard it made it impossible to shoot accurately. Especially big guns. Normally procedure was to sound the alarm, but Beatrix knew the rain was masking their position; at least for now. She made the call. Tossing the headset onto the floor she grasped her rifle and sprinted across into the barracks.
“Sergeant Masters get up. We have work to do.” She kicked his bunk, waking him from his sleep.
Soldiers began to rouse from their bunks. “Able Company on your feet!”
Like clockwork the unit began to armor up and gear up for combat. Within two minutes squads of two soldiers were being ushered out the back of the barracks tent and around to the tree line. A single shout from a scout ushered in the usual combat frenzy as the defectors opened fire on any silhouette they saw through the rain. While they were ex-Imperial Soldiers they were not among the best. Staff Sergeant Zulenka was infinitely better, or she liked to think so. Sprinting alongside a private from her unit they were the final two to arrive at the tree line which had come under fire. Stopping behind a tree Trixie reached into her belt and pulled out a detonator. Flipping open the cap like a zippo she pressed the little red button and threw it to the ground. Pushing the Private to move they fled further into the woods. Moments later Delta Camp erupted into hell fire as everything was incinerated.
This is why in basic they told you to never take anything on a deployment you couldn’t afford to lose or to be damn sure you had everything you needed when you left camp. Able Company had been ambushed, but not by much. This did mean that there was now a hole in the front lines where the Empire had set down the 15th Infantry Division. Without Able Company in the middle of Bravo and Charlie, the dissidents could push back freely.
Trixie wasn’t going to let that happen.
This was Able Company’s eighth combat deployment. Trixie always felt right as rain when deployed in the field. It was eight o'clock in the morning, but the dark rain clouds made it seem like dusk. Distant rolls of thunder swept across dense woodland eventually catching up to the camp with a gentle rattle of loose objects lying around. Delta Camp was a small two tent facility; Tent A was the Radio Room and makeshift weapons depot while Tent B was the largest of the two length wise. It housed the bunks and temporary quarters for each of the soldiers in Able. Both of the entrances to each tent was facing a large open covering that held a fire pit in the middle creating a makeshift mess area.
The Staff Sergeant checked the digital readout on her watch and noted it was fifteen past the hour. Command wanted updates to be synchronized with each other so each company could update their maps at the same time keeping everyone informed. As Sergeant Masters rolled over in his bunk by the door and let out a loud snore, Beatrix picked up her rifle and trudged across to the radio room. Closing the tent flap behind her she eyed the large table sitting behind the radio desk. Flipping a couple of switches the surface of the table lit up with the planet's surface as scanned by the Vergo. Rotating a knob a chart plot appeared and began zooming in. Digital writing that marked the location of camp Delta appeared just next to an updated image of Able Company’s tents. Taking a headset from a stand on the desk Trixie switched on the radio and tuned it to the right frequency.
“Able One Five, over.” She spoke into the microphone.
Other voices could be heard from different speakers of all the other squads and units updating Command on their progress. The map before her updated with a circled area just north of her camp in the woods. It read “Possible Assault - Advise Able.”
Trixie eyed who had wrote it. Henderson from Bravo. They only had a Corporal left? A loud clap of thunder made her vision shift to the time of post. Five minutes ago...
“This is Command, Able One Five. Anything to report?”
It wasn’t thunder.
A loud explosion shook the camp as an artillery round exploded nearby, showering the tents with splintered wood.
“Able One Five under fire.” She said calmly into the microphone as another shell whizzed overhead.
The rain was coming down so hard it made it impossible to shoot accurately. Especially big guns. Normally procedure was to sound the alarm, but Beatrix knew the rain was masking their position; at least for now. She made the call. Tossing the headset onto the floor she grasped her rifle and sprinted across into the barracks.
“Sergeant Masters get up. We have work to do.” She kicked his bunk, waking him from his sleep.
Soldiers began to rouse from their bunks. “Able Company on your feet!”
Like clockwork the unit began to armor up and gear up for combat. Within two minutes squads of two soldiers were being ushered out the back of the barracks tent and around to the tree line. A single shout from a scout ushered in the usual combat frenzy as the defectors opened fire on any silhouette they saw through the rain. While they were ex-Imperial Soldiers they were not among the best. Staff Sergeant Zulenka was infinitely better, or she liked to think so. Sprinting alongside a private from her unit they were the final two to arrive at the tree line which had come under fire. Stopping behind a tree Trixie reached into her belt and pulled out a detonator. Flipping open the cap like a zippo she pressed the little red button and threw it to the ground. Pushing the Private to move they fled further into the woods. Moments later Delta Camp erupted into hell fire as everything was incinerated.
This is why in basic they told you to never take anything on a deployment you couldn’t afford to lose or to be damn sure you had everything you needed when you left camp. Able Company had been ambushed, but not by much. This did mean that there was now a hole in the front lines where the Empire had set down the 15th Infantry Division. Without Able Company in the middle of Bravo and Charlie, the dissidents could push back freely.
Trixie wasn’t going to let that happen.
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