The Imperial Remnant Captain could barely see through the glass before him.
This was a reconnaissance mission for Imperial Intelligence. To Tattooine. Under the cover of a massive sandstorm. With only a handful of life support machines in the worst case.
The Imperial Remnant Armoured Transport rolled on sand and through walls of yellow that was the wind and the dust of the desert. Thermal technology was the only thing keeping them on track in this completely barren wasteland; it would pick up any signs of heat from the outside, particular that generated by the twin suns, and use it to locate which way was north, south, east and west. And if the situation approached, it would pick up signs of life, though Jaegis knew that was impossible out here.
Then they ran over the first of the shrapnel.
Exterior cameras revealed that there was rubble and Dura steel plates left from a nearby crash. And judging by the looks of the thermal imaging, it was red hot; it hadn't long entered the atmosphere.
The scanners soon picked up signs of life, on the edges of the sandstorm, as it was only so close to reaching their positions. The better half of Jaegis Volasses' conscious kicked in, and he commanded his unit to direct their AT's movement towards the site of the thermal imaging. There were survivors, and a handful of them.
Before the sandstorm did hit, the Imperial Remnant transport arrived by the survivors, and the grey haired and silver eyed Echani captain leapt out of the transport accompanied by two fully Armoured Sandtroopers.
These soldiers would help the Captain bring the three survivors onto the craft before the sandstorm hit. Each Stormtrooper was careful and calm on assisting those wounded to the ship, even carrying one who appeared to have had a broken rib. They had found one of the survivors hidden in a small cave they had carved with their bare hands in the sand to hide in safety. There was no time to discuss their options; the sandstorm was so close, and Jaegis had to cover his eyes with his hands and hat to ensure the sand didn't blind him.
And soon, the transport was rolling again, with three new passengers; a beautiful Twi-lek, a hooded, and Jaegis suspected, Force wielding Jedi, and a wounded soldier who bore Imperial-inspired armour. Whether she was with the Remnant, The First Order, Dominion or otherwise was beyond him until they began discussion.
As the three of them were inspected by an IR medic in the carrier's cargo bay, Captain Volasses entered, standing tall with his arms behind his back. He looked grim faced, but he was grateful they hadn't died out there.
"Captain Jaegis Volasses of the Imperial Remnant's 705th Stormtrooper Company. We found you on thermal imaging and couldn't leave you to die out there." As he spoke, the sound of the whirring sandstorm outside the vehicle battered against the Durasteel frame of the AT, but it held steadfast. "We encountered wreckage from a ship as we passed by. What's happened?" He sounded genuinely concerned, and sat by on a crate as the Field Medic checked the broken rib of the Armoured troop.
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