Toshiro Kurojii
"Call me a Jedi again, and I'll punch you."
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BANG! BOOSH!
These were the sounds emitting from the nearby artillery at Primium Outpost, a galactic alliance military outpost. In the distance you could hear other bombardments and see the flashes of the explosions. Luckily Primium Outpost wasn't a target yet. "Argh! So bloody loud! Where is this guy anyway!" Toshiro shouted to an alliance envoy, who was just a soldier, probably a private or something. "Not too far now Sir!". After passing a mortar team firing at distant targets and their commander shouting orders, Toshiro finally reached a command tent.
"The hunter Sir!" The private said, opening the tent for Toshiro to enter and saluting the outpost commander. The commander, a very tall man with a gas mask on turned his head from a very large holographic table showing the battlefield. "Oh. Finally, we were expecting you a couple hours ago. Dismissed Private, get back to the front." The commander said, his voice slightly modulated, not muffled like a normal mask. The mouthpiece was lighting up every time the commander spoke. The envoy unshouldered his blaster rifle and ran out the tent
"Well a combination of your anti air and the First Orders anti air made it a bit hard to find a landing spot." Toshiro said, rather bluntly looking at the battlefield map.
"Sorry about that, our systems flagged your ship. It says you are wanted for assault?"
"Chit, they tracked me after all....." Toshiro muttered under his breath. The commander turned back to the holographic map table and Toshiro walked to it.
"Don't worry, we need your help, Im not going to detain unless you refuse to do this job." He said, spinning the holographic map with his hand on the console. "Look at this.... This was supposed to be observation post. Not an battalion HQ. It started with a First Order scout team, then they kept pouring in, and pouring in and pouring in. But don't worry you won't be fighting any, we've got a pest problem."
"What kind of pest problem?" Toshiro said, sipping a flask of Corellian rum.
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BANG! BOOSH!
These were the sounds emitting from the nearby artillery at Primium Outpost, a galactic alliance military outpost. In the distance you could hear other bombardments and see the flashes of the explosions. Luckily Primium Outpost wasn't a target yet. "Argh! So bloody loud! Where is this guy anyway!" Toshiro shouted to an alliance envoy, who was just a soldier, probably a private or something. "Not too far now Sir!". After passing a mortar team firing at distant targets and their commander shouting orders, Toshiro finally reached a command tent.
"The hunter Sir!" The private said, opening the tent for Toshiro to enter and saluting the outpost commander. The commander, a very tall man with a gas mask on turned his head from a very large holographic table showing the battlefield. "Oh. Finally, we were expecting you a couple hours ago. Dismissed Private, get back to the front." The commander said, his voice slightly modulated, not muffled like a normal mask. The mouthpiece was lighting up every time the commander spoke. The envoy unshouldered his blaster rifle and ran out the tent
"Well a combination of your anti air and the First Orders anti air made it a bit hard to find a landing spot." Toshiro said, rather bluntly looking at the battlefield map.
"Sorry about that, our systems flagged your ship. It says you are wanted for assault?"
"Chit, they tracked me after all....." Toshiro muttered under his breath. The commander turned back to the holographic map table and Toshiro walked to it.
"Don't worry, we need your help, Im not going to detain unless you refuse to do this job." He said, spinning the holographic map with his hand on the console. "Look at this.... This was supposed to be observation post. Not an battalion HQ. It started with a First Order scout team, then they kept pouring in, and pouring in and pouring in. But don't worry you won't be fighting any, we've got a pest problem."
"What kind of pest problem?" Toshiro said, sipping a flask of Corellian rum.