Escort Duty

[Subject 37]

Kiffex
[member="Canal"]

Jorg had never particularly liked Escort Duty, prison escort duty even less. There was an extra special amount of pain that went along with it. Mostly because the entire thing focused around protecting someone you likely didn't even know.

Most people including soldiers, didn't particularly care about other people. It was a bit harsh, but...well it was what you needed to do when in war. You cared about those closest to you, fellow soldiers, squadmates, maybe a commander or two, but that was it. Those that you had never met, and particularly civilians, didn't exactly register on the radar. Of course that was only made worse when the person you were escorting was a prisoner.

"What did this guy do again?"

The voice echoed in his helmet as Jorg slowly stepped off the ramp of his cruiser, his head swiveling to glance back at his men.

"Sith Lord." He said quietly into the radio. The idea of that was...unsettling. Just a short few years ago Jorg had worked for the One Sith himself. He had been a regular Trooper but...well things had been rather brutal. This man that they were going to escort came from the higher ups, the One Sith. He wouldn't recognize Jorg of course, but there was still something off about all of it. "He was captured during the Siege of Coruscant."

After Jorg and his squad had deserted. "We'll be taking him to Sullust for trial."

Something that should have been done months ago.

Luckily the 5th Legion wasn't alone on this particular day, some detachments from the GADF following alongside them. That wasn't ordinar, usually the Alliance sent either the Defense Force of the 5th Legion, but when transporting a Sith you could never be too careful.

 

[Djorn Bline]

The Fett clone couldn't believe this.

High Command was about to put a soldier, a t"rooper, a warrior of a high caliber on escort duty? He was expecting something with a bit more...action especially after the Alliance's defeat on Kaeshna against the First Order. Ever since the Alliance lost to the Imperials, Canal had been a bit more strict and harsh within the military. Most soldiers had a huge a hatred for the ARC veteran as showed disrespect in many forms. Snarky comments when he was temporarily off-duty, a lot of rough play when he was sparring with the other soldiers and gave them negative and unhelpful reviews on their combat.

In short, he had somewhat of a superiority complex and absolutely despised troopers that didn't share his genes. Much like a certain clone commander during the period of the Clone Wars and the Galactic Empire that he read up about.

And now that he and his unit were tasked with a lesser mission, the soldiers would wish nothing more than him getting his fate already sealed.

"Let's meet up with the Fifth Legion, troopers. And I better not see any sign of sloppiness," the clone said to his men in a serious, unemotional tone as they got off from the landing ramp of the dropship they were on. While Canal did have a hatred for escort duty he was the type of soldier to make sure that a job was well done. Each and everyone of his brothers had that instilled in their training and genetics many years ago on Confederacy controlled Kamino.

[member="Jorg"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Canal"]

As they wandered down the halls of the prison Jorg managed to spot the GADF forces gathering on one of the other landing platforms of the Prison. He lifted a hand from his rifle and pointed them out to his men, a few of them nodded, others simply acknowledged through their HUD's.

Working with the Galactic Alliance Defense Forces wasn't exactly rare for them, but it also wasn't too common. Most of the time it was during combat operations of course, and that alone made it so the two military forces had bond enough not to hate each other. There was a bit of a rivalry of course, there always was, but no genuine enmity stood between the two forces. Jorg hadn't really experienced any of it of course, having only joined in the last two months.

"This way." He motioned towards his men.

The Six Legionnaires took a right turning, heading into the lobby where the GADF soldiers would quickly join them.

Jorg waved over their Commander.

"Welcome." He told him. "Ready for a little fun/"

Sarcasm dripped from his tone.

 

[Djorn Bline]

They walked with discipline and sincerity. Not one spoke out of turn, and not one walked out of line. While the clone didn't have a whole lot of respect from his troopers, they did have some fear of him. Punishment from Canal was not only crucial, but also embarrassing. He didn't do things in private; oh, no, he did things in public in front of whoever cared to spectate. He would shove and push his men off their balance, then verbally ridicule them, and then make sure that they were transferred out of his unit.

Apparently whenever newcomers came into his ranks, they were full of excitement that they were going to serve under a veteran that was shared the blood to a long gone, yet famous bounty hunter. Legends they thought they would become, but their imaginations and wonders would be crushed on their first week being with the Fett clone.

What made them stay in his unit for so long until Canal made the decision to ship them off to another? That was still a mystery to him.

Finally the two squads would meet each other in the lobby of the prison, and Canal saw what looked like the commander of what appeared to be the Fifth Legion.

Bit taller than me.

He was then greeted and asked a question that dumbfounded Canal. Fun on an escort mission?

"I don't see how I'm going to have 'fun' on this mission, Major. But I hope my time is worth being here," he said in that matter-of-fact tone.

"So our primary subject is a Sith Lord?"

[member="Jorg"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Canal"]

Ah. Serious type. Well that was bound to happen at some point. Most of the soldiers in the GADF he'd met had all been quite a bit more serious than the Stormtroopers he'd previously served with. Jorg had adapted quickly to it, taking on the demeanor of those around him in order to better fit in. He found that the 5th Legion was a pretty good backdrop of all sorts, there was a group for everyone. Of course it helped that there were plenty of aliens who were all sorts of weird.

Immediately Jorg switched gears. "Aye."

He answered in the affirmative, his posture straightening up a bit, his shoulders squaring, and his eyes settling on the soldier before him. There was no disrespect in the act, simply switching into a different 'mode' of operating around the other soldier.

"Capture during the fall of Coruscant." Jorg explained as he turned, gesturing for the other man to follow along. "He's been kept here due to his high profile nature but now needs to be transferred to Sullust for trial."

As they walked he fished out his code cylinder from his belt, the others behind him doing the same as they wandered towards eh heavy security door at the other end of the room.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Another reason to give the clone to critique negatively on the upper levels of the Alliance's hierarchy structure whether it was the military, the Jedi, or the politics. It took this long for the higher ups to finally give the Sith Lord, that Canal and Jorg have been entrusted to escort, a trial? It had been a long, long time since the Alliance made a daring, yet successful invasion assault force to Coruscant which had been previously under the control of the late One Sith rule.

Not only were they late on giving the prisoner of war a date trial, but why in Corellian's Nine Hells were they giving the subject a trial? Was it hard to just execute the person right then and there? Did it overstep on some moral codes? Did they felt sympathy for the Sith? Would it traumatize someone just do some necessary evil that could be seen as an act for the greater good of all?

All Canal could do was shake his head in disproval, grunt underneath his helmet, and follow the legionnaire to a heavy security door that was opposite towards them.

"Unbelievable. I can't believe how incompetent the higher ups are," the clone said, his tone being very irksome. He probably was going to be written up for that, but he didn't mind. His mindset was very independent and wasn't the type of clone to accept things without some skepticism. Something he picked during his first ten years of training along with hating darksiders, Imperials, corruption, and many more.

"I'm a bit surprised a Jedi Master isn't accompanying us." The clone was being a bit friendly which was very rare, but that was because his hands were full with trying to get a Sith Lord to Sullust for its unnecessary trial.

@Jorg

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Canal"]

"Stretched too thin." Jorg commented quietly as they wandered through the hall, his gaze flicking at the different cells opposite one another. A few of the prison guards stood to the side as they wandered down the hall, some glancing at the odd assortment of soldiers, others scowling.

He understood the looks. Many of them likely felt that the 5th Legion and GADF were 'taking their place' somehow, though that of course wasn't true. The fact of the matter was more that Sith had a particular way about them, and letting a bunch of security guards handle his transfer? That was just asking for trouble. He frowned slightly as one of the guards motioned for them to move down the hall towards Maximum Security, Jorg leading the way as they headed towards the exit of this particular wing.

"The First Order is moving fast." That was pretty much common knowledge. "I think most of the Jedi are preparing for war."

That couple with the fact that there weren't all that many of them left meant these sorts of duties fell to regular soldiers.

The Galactic Alliance was a powerful government, but it was simple truth that even their resources weren't infinite. Canal was right about one thing though, it would have been much better to have a Jedi Master tagging along with him. Though the idea put Jorg ill-at ease. He frowned for a moment as they reached the correct wing, the door struggling open and Jorg stepped inside. Another guard motioned towards the correct cell, and Jorg motioned towards his men.

All of them stiffened slightly, weapons raising just in case the Sith tried anything.

 

[xAcheron]

"Can you act serious for one minute of your life, Sergeant? Parade Rest!"

Marcus clasped his hands on the small of his back, rolling his neck as he prepared himself for the gracious tongue lashing he was about to receive from his platoon leader. There were many duties that Marcus struggled to take seriously, escort was one of them.

I wonder how long it will take this time? Marcus mused as his commanding officer, Lieutenant Krosk took a seat behind his desk. The Officer was a Twi'lek whose light red skin seemed nearly pink underneath the bright light that illuminated his office. "I don't know why the hell I signed off on your promotion to Sergeant, do you really think this is how a leader is supposed to act?"

Rather than respond Marcus simply let out an exhale of breath, pausing to control the rising ire that was threatening to explode. "It might help if you told me what you're talking about, sir." The last word, practically being spit from his mouth Marcus kept his eyes on the wall in front of him, relying on his military bearing to stand in place of his attitude. So far it was not working.

"I'd love to. I just walked in on your squad, do you have any idea what they were doing?" Marcus bit back the incredible urge to give a smart remark and simply cleared his throat.

"Weapons maintenance?" He questioned, his brows rising in a mock sense of curiosity. Krosk, unamused, ran a hand over his brows allowing it to rest on his forehead before letting out one exasperated sigh. "No." He stated simply.

"They were fighting. Again." Krosk stood up and gestured towards Marcus with a perplexed look crossing his face. "Why is it your men are always fighting?"

Marcus bit the inside of his cheek, holding back his words once again. Since Marcus had joined the 5th Legion he had joined, to his own luck, the only squad he found any true hope in. Whiskey squad. The squad was a boisterous lot, but they were damn good warriors. Rather than respond Marcus cleared his throat, glancing at the clock that hung from the wall. "Uhm, Lieutenant, as much as I'd love to keep chatting with you....I'm supposed to be reporting for an Escort Duty while we're docked here in the prison."

Krosk paused before turning back to his desk, sorting through the papers that riddled the desk. "Wait a minute...i received a briefing for that mission it's for Major- wait aren't you supposed to be there already?!" With that Marcus smirked at the Lieutenant before turning out of the office with no hesitation. "We're not done, Sergeant!" Krosk called out as Marcus closed his door.

A smile crept over Marcus' face as he pulled his bucket over his head. The Sergeant ran his hands over the blaster pistols on his waist as he made his way down the Cruiser's hall. I was supposed to be there five minutes ago.....Hope the Major won't notice. Marcus mused before picking his pace up to a steady jog. The man moved down the halls and to the loading ramp, nearly running into a group of soldiers carrying supplies up into the ship.

He found himself on the landing platform, producing his code cylinder for the prison's security forces. Once they had verified his clearance and mission they allowed him to pass. "Delta Wing, hall seven." One of the officer's muttered as Marcus passed him.

Marcus turned onto the hall he had been searching for, finding the prison easy enough to navigate. As he looked down the hall he saw other 5th Legion soldiers. The man blinked his eyes twice, activating his HUD and causing a red overlay to come over his visor. The overlay had a few red blinking dots in the bottom right corner, the Sergeant did a double-blink, linking him to the Escort Duties roster and unofficially reporting in. He slowly joined behind the others, saying nothing as he crossed his arms. As he did he took notice of the GADF soldiers who were here, seemingly under [member="Canal"] command. He watched as the other members of his detail moved to raise their weapons. Marcus too drew his blaster pistol, holding it by his side with his free hand clasped firmly on his belt.

[member="Jorg"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

In all honesty, it was too hard for Canal to imagine the forces of the Galactic Alliance thinned out.

It just didn't make sense to him. They had a majority of the worlds that used to belong to the late Omega Protectorate, had driven out the One Sith from Coruscant and established control within the heart of the Galaxy. Not to mention the many allies that they had and the mercenaries that they would hire. So how with these many resources were they too thin? It was the question of the day as the clone had no expertise in logistics, although it was probably something someone of such profession could answer. All the soldier really knew what to do was be in the heat of battle and perform many functions on the field.

"Well, they better be ready. Kaeshana really got us by surprise." That battle was one that annoyed the Fett clone. There were many things he disliked in life, and one of them was losing especially to Imperials. It just made him to push him at his limits and be more serious with his men. If he wasn't hard on them enough, then they would know what hell was.

Then the doors of the Sith's cell began to open, Canal noticing how everyone stood their ground and readied their weapons. He too raised his guard up, his refurnished DC-17m was held on tightly by his two hands. There was one advantage that he had over his fellow service men, and that was his Vong biots that were stuffed in him all thanks to the Confederacy. Most Force tricks wouldn't work on him, but it didn't made him cocky in his skills. "No need to worry too much. They probably gave him enough drugs to knock out a rancor," which he hoped he was right because a Sith Lord with some minimal Force powers would still be a compromise to the mission.

Then he noticed on his HUD a friendly was coming up from behind the task force.

More troopers were assigned to their unit? This doesn't seem right.

He turned his head slightly enough to see who it was and noticed it was a soldier dressed in Fifth legion attire. While the soldier wasn't part of the GADF there were some protocols to follow.

"Trooper, you mind telling me why you're here?" His voice was demanding and rough. The tardy soldier was a bit lucky that he didn't belong to the clone's unit, but he expected Jorg to call out and discipline the man.

[member="Marcus Collier"] [member="Jorg"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Marcus Collier"] | [member="Canal"]

He glanced back towards Marcus, spotting him on his HUD and turning towards him for a moment. His weapon was still half raised, though pointed towards a nearby wall rather than anything moving. He frowned for a moment in disapproval, but knew that if they pressed the issue it would just turn into a whole big thing. He didn't need that right now, not when they were at the very beginning of a mission. He pointed towards Marcus and called him over towards the door.

"Part of the Escort." He told Canal. "Fall in line."

He pointed to Marcus and then towards the back of his own squad. "We'll discuss this later."

The man was late, and that would mean disciplinary action, but seeming as how they were transporting a Sith Lord Jorg wasn't about to ream the other man out. Not in front of the cell. He frowned for a moment as Marcus moved behind him, then glanced at Canal. It might have been a bit unprofessional, but there was work to be done.

"Let's get on with this." He motioned to another one of his men who nodded.

The GADF soldiers shifted their positions as well, and then quickly one of the 5th Legionnaire's pressed the side panel button to open up the Cell. Just as Canal had said, the Sith Lord was drugged to nine hells, the man laying half unconscious on a metal bed within the corner of the small metal room. His hands were bound and an odd metal collar had been fitted around his neck. Jorg watched the man, then slowly stepped inside. His hand looping around the mans shoulder to pull him upright.

 

[xAcheron]

Marcus had not expected his late entrance to go unnoticed, in fact he was kind of hoping it didn't. The measure of how perceptive a unit was had an impact on the man's opinion of them. If he could slide in without anyone questioning him that would have been a problem. But it never failed that soldiers belonging to the GADF had a tendency to be smarter than the average mynock. When [member="Canal"] approached him the trooper allowed a quick double blink, shutting his HUD off so he could give the man his full attention.

"Was playing kark-kark games with my CO. Desk jockies have a tendency of holding me up." One or two of the Fifth legion soldiers appeared to snicker underneath their helmets, though with their comms units deactivated one would never know.

The trooper turned to [member="Jorg"] as he ordered him to the rear. Without hesitation the man nodded at the Major before speaking into his own helmet's comm unit. "Yes sir." He turned to fall in line when he heard the Major speak of discussing this later. Marcus nodded once again before smiling underneath his helmet. "You got it, Major." He stated before falling in line with the rest of the men.

Marcus may have seemed care free but he bit the inside of his cheek underneath his helmet. The Trooper had recently put in a request to be sent to ARC training, pissing off a detail CO was a good way to see that revoked.

He watched one of the troopers open the door to the cell and once again his hand rested on his plaster pistols, keeping an eye on the cell as it came open. As the Major stepped inside the Sergeant watched carefully, worried of what an incapacitated Sith may still be capable of.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Kark-kark games? Was this soldier joking around?

Did he really just blamed his commanding officer for his tardiness?

Very unprofessional and a poor excuse...for the clone. His head shook in disapproval and so was his face. His helmet of course hid away the emotions being displayed on his face, but his men knew what that face would bring. Punishment that was unforgivable, but it would make them into the type of trooper Canal desired to want to fight alongside. The only problem was that they didn't share his blood which was something that irked him.

This is why we clones are more better than you conscripts.

He would have said more, but Jorg intervened and mentioned, publicly, that he would discuss it later with the tardy soldier. The commanders' helmeted faces glanced at each other for a moment, and then went back to focus on their objective. At the end, there wasn't really anything Canal could have done since he wasn't part of the entity of the Fifth Legion.

Everyone had positioned themselves accordingly just as the books had taught them. As soon as the cell door's opened and Jorg took lead, the Fett clone followed in with his rifle ready but pointed at the ground. The Sith Lord was really drugged, and had other security devices on him. As the legionnaire pulled up the man in a sitting position the clone ordered one of his troopers this in the escort group's encrypted comm channel.

"Get something so we can take his damn carcass without a sweat. I don't plan on carrying him."

The trooper obliged immediately and went to fetch a piece of equipment that was similar to a moving hand truck, but specifically used for people like the unconcsious Sith Lord. While this was done, Canal kept his vigilant eyes on the subject he was entrusted to bring back to Coruscant. He looked carefully for one reason he could use to just give true justice to the man.

[member="Marcus Collier"] [member="Jorg"]