Last Westgard Standing

Location: Azbrian
Objective: Unknown
Tags: Solo

"How long did they say this was going to take to rebuild again?"
Late into the night, a squad of Republic soldiers was keeping watch over the construction efforts being done to help patch up the long forgotten temple that had recently been discovered. The other three were resting inside, while the other two were just outside the main entrance of the large stairwell keeping watch in the pouring rain. It wasn't any surprise, as the weather of Azbrian was nothing but unpredictable.
"Not long, the Jedi who found it mentioned there was only minor damage. The builders inside should be done by the end of the night" his squadmate replied with a puff on his cigara, one of which was being protected by the large hat the soldier was wearing "Good, I think I've had enough rain for one night..." he grunted before falling silent once more. As they both quietly looked out into the distance they both started to hear an increasingly louder humming noise that seemed to be getting closer. The two of them briefly looked at each other and gripped their holstered weapons tighter than before "What is that?" the first man said as the other looked above them in curiosity "I don't know but it sounds like-" but before he could even finish a bright flash blinded their vision.
As the two soldiers raised their blasters one of them was blown away by a savage blaster turret shot to the chest, sending his body flying across the ground like a ragdoll. His buddy, who looked at the mangled body with wide eyes suddenly thought staying still was suicide and made a break for the gate. Dodging and weaving, blaster shots hit the ground on either side of him as he got closer and closer to the gate. With a heroic leap, the soldier managed to dive into the safety of the stairwell gate and took cover. The only problem was, the communicator and controls to the gate were on the other side.
Right now, he was by himself.
With a firm grip on his weapon, he let out a deep breath and carefully peeked around his cover to see a large shuttle landing outside. From the looks of things, the brutes had camouflaged their ship and tried to strike when they were close enough. Now, it appeared they were landing to finish the job. He noticed that the turret of the ship still had its sights on him and he didn't doubt the fact he'd get lit up if he tried to get to the panel. Soon enough, the unfriendly ship had landed and the ramp was lowered. Eight pairs of feet went down onto the ground below, all of which had blasters that were no joke.
"Great, captain chit beard and his merry men have come to have a look themselves..." He snarled to himself before firing off a warning shot to let them know he was still breathing. Even so, all it did was grind the individuals to a halt and stare at the door with all grins on their faces.
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