Travelin’ the Stars
If this campaign had a peak, the young Knight was certain this was it.
The Alliance was coming off of a hard defeat at the Battle of Ziost. The bloodshed had been unbelievable. Countless lives were lost on either side. War was scarring, that was for certain.
Okkeus sat on a small collection of crates resting beside his X-Wing Starfighter. His ship, among a few others, were all positioned in a semi-circle, allowing for their pilots to have a small meeting of sorts. A briefing was concluded a few hours ago which confirmed their suspicions: they were going back.
Plans had been laid out for yet another assault on the Sith-held world. If citizens of the Alliance weren’t backing this war, they were now. Thousands of families had lost members on that planet, and they wanted revenge. While it was not a Jedi’s way to seek such thing, Okkeus could definitely back this one. He had friends there too.
A small beverage was sipped on as he scrolled through a datapad. The Thunderstruck was getting a few modifications before heading out again. Some highly explosive modifications he might add. Lowering his glass back down, the man savored the fine alcohol. While only in his late teens, the Knight had developed a small liking towards the activities. Probably wasn't for the best.
Nevertheless, the man sat and waited within the hangar. Who knows, maybe another pilot would stop by and talk. They all were trying to savor this valuable downtime, because none of them knew when they would get it next.
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