Davin Jusik
TIE Bomber LT- DREX
Avalonia
Sector Seven
Industrial District
Objective: Kill the Rebels hiding in their hole
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The troop transport buckled slightly as it passed over a few pot holes in one of the Capital's less maintained district. A group of thirteen hard faced operatives sat in their respective seats and traded occasional glances as the vehicle continued ever onward. Special Agent Amin Garrith was one of those beings, charged with identifying the group of dissidents to be purged and insuring that none survived the encounter. Most of those surrounding him were Stormtroopers of a higher quality than the average ilk, besides his partner. A young Chiss Agent who had only recently left the Academy. The younger of the two nervously thumbed the safety on and off of his weapon, which sat clipped to the front of his ballistic vest.
Amin offered him a nod of encouragement.
That was all he would get.
The Agent had to weather the mental hardship portion of his experience within himself. It was a strange feeling, executing an enemy, especially if one wasn't a mentally defunct sociopath. The act itself did get easier over time, though the eyes of the dead still had a tendency to plant themselves in your mind's eye at inconvenient times.
Sector Seven
Industrial District
Objective: Kill the Rebels hiding in their hole
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The troop transport buckled slightly as it passed over a few pot holes in one of the Capital's less maintained district. A group of thirteen hard faced operatives sat in their respective seats and traded occasional glances as the vehicle continued ever onward. Special Agent Amin Garrith was one of those beings, charged with identifying the group of dissidents to be purged and insuring that none survived the encounter. Most of those surrounding him were Stormtroopers of a higher quality than the average ilk, besides his partner. A young Chiss Agent who had only recently left the Academy. The younger of the two nervously thumbed the safety on and off of his weapon, which sat clipped to the front of his ballistic vest.
Amin offered him a nod of encouragement.
That was all he would get.
The Agent had to weather the mental hardship portion of his experience within himself. It was a strange feeling, executing an enemy, especially if one wasn't a mentally defunct sociopath. The act itself did get easier over time, though the eyes of the dead still had a tendency to plant themselves in your mind's eye at inconvenient times.