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Tour of Duty

AARIS III
Local time: 0830 hours
Galactic Standard Time: 2047 hours


Sweat clung to them like crude oil to a water fowl as they walked quietly through the jungle. Mist rose from the ground in hot clouds like steam from a hot shower as they passed through the underbrush. Trees stood tall and proud above them like sentries and spread out their foliage to blot out the majority of the light from the local luminary. They had been here for ninety days already fighting a a war against a group of escaped prisoners that had taken refuge on the jungle world. How they had become so well armed and organized was anyone's guess but they had their orders.

Wes took a worn green rag from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his brow leaving a patch of slightly less grimy skin behind before plunging it back into its place. His grey eyes squinted through the low light as the sounds of local primates and birds called from the jungle canopy.

'Good to hear.' He thought, knowing full well by now it was when the creatures went quiet that something was wrong.

His platoon was on a patrol, this one three days from base camp so far, and already they had lost two to guerilla attacks and three more to a local predator they had yet to get a good look at. The butt stock of his rifle found its place against his shoulder as they walked on alert for the inevitable. Chatter was non-existent on the comms and had been for days now. He gave it little thought, noise brought attention, and attention brought death.

A motion in the trees caused his hand to flash up in a fist over his shoulder causing the others to freeze. A palm down moving toward the geound caused all to slowly get into low firing positions. He motioned for two scouts and sent them out to circle toward the location he thought he saw something and then the waiting began.
 
The lack of sound in the dense foliage was enough to set his caff stained teeth on edge as he waited. The scouts served a double purpose; give what ever was there a target, and maybe get some actual information. Wes' neck prickled with a warning as he knelt in the black mud. Jungle air thick enough to chew rested hot against his sun and dirt darkened skin as the moments slowly ticked by and the sensation on the back of his neck tugged at his mind.

The feeling had nothing to do with the force, no, nothing as mystical as that. It was deeper, a primal part of his near-human genetics that cried "danger!" to his subconscious mind, the "id" that cared only for self-preservation.

"CONTACT FRONT!" someone screamed, it was Corporal Dritz, but before they had time to squeeze off ten rounds the pit itself opened it's gnarled maw and belched forth death.

"Ambush!" Wes said as they fired in all directions. The stench of charred flesh and bones mixed with superheated ozone as a crimson rain fell on his platoon like a Kaminoan monsoon. Screams of death and defiance echoed over the sounds of the blasters and slug throwers as they fired into the trees at their ambushers.
 

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