Andor Callro 457
Colonial Stormtrooper
Andor hated the nakedness that came with civilian craft. It always set him on edge. But, when the job called for it, he needed to set aside personal fears and trepidation. But even then, the last few weeks had been a blur. Cybernetic implants to increase cranial capacity, and retinal implants to assist in the dissemination of data. Andor personally wondered if it was worth it. If he was worth it. He wasn't some bloody FOSB stooge. He was a stormtrooper. An alright one sure, but not some spy. Still, Andor had to stick with his guns. This is what he'd signed up for. To serve the First Order. To honour his ancestor, AC-457. He watched as the civilian freighter he'd bartered passage on reverted to realspace.
The journey had been rough to say the least. Not given a week to get used to his new augmentations, the stormtrooper was bundled onto a FOSB ship, and dumped on Belgaroth with orders to get to Yad'Duhl by any means necessary. After two days of waiting for a ship to come by that would take him, Andor paid for passage on an Alliance registered salvager on its way to spend well earned coin. Using his cover story as a starry eyed lad from Mugg Fallow, the stormtrooper paid for his way to the planet.
The trooper pressed his face against the windows, and peered out on Yag'Duhl and the amount of space traffic buzzing around the system. "This is your captain speaking," The old intercom buzzed, "We are on approach to Yag'Duhl, ETA is twenty minutes." The Captain informed them, "I want all hands to stations to unload the cargo."
Andor clung to his duffle bag and double checked he had everything. Pistol of Corellian make, check. Personal communicator from a Nemoidian manucaturer, yep. And finally his macrobinoculars. It was all here. Shivering a little, the stormtrooper waited in silence for the time to arrive and for his mission to begin.
The journey had been rough to say the least. Not given a week to get used to his new augmentations, the stormtrooper was bundled onto a FOSB ship, and dumped on Belgaroth with orders to get to Yad'Duhl by any means necessary. After two days of waiting for a ship to come by that would take him, Andor paid for passage on an Alliance registered salvager on its way to spend well earned coin. Using his cover story as a starry eyed lad from Mugg Fallow, the stormtrooper paid for his way to the planet.
The trooper pressed his face against the windows, and peered out on Yag'Duhl and the amount of space traffic buzzing around the system. "This is your captain speaking," The old intercom buzzed, "We are on approach to Yag'Duhl, ETA is twenty minutes." The Captain informed them, "I want all hands to stations to unload the cargo."
Andor clung to his duffle bag and double checked he had everything. Pistol of Corellian make, check. Personal communicator from a Nemoidian manucaturer, yep. And finally his macrobinoculars. It was all here. Shivering a little, the stormtrooper waited in silence for the time to arrive and for his mission to begin.