prepared and we’ve secured a path from here to the capital. Gotta keep this mission pushing… at least until we find our boys in brown.”
Turning once again, he started down the path, six of his men following close behind. “Get your men ready then catch up. No time to waste.”
Watching as the LAAT Gunships entered the atmosphere, Frost began jogging towards the LZ. In moments they were touched down and out stepped multiple Galactic Marines, including his fellow Marshal Commander.
Shouting over the roaring transport shuttles, he began.
“To make a —
long story short… the High Council is calling for a joint op. Apparently the 951st was performing a humanitarian mission on Yibdru with Jedi Padawan Sokayl. Communication was lost yesterday and they haven’t been heard from since. So now here we are. My men are already —
Looking over to the sound of the Jedi’s voice, the Marshal Commander nodded his head.
“The next shipment of bacta, food, and artillery will be coming in with the 15th Fighter Squadron’s arrival.” He stated, clicking a button on the holotable as he turned back around.
“As for—
now, we will continue to push forward to FOB Python. General Rein and Cande have went with Xeno Company to scout out our path and we will begin our assault. Upon arriving at FOB Python the 15th /should/ be here.”
Looking down at her once again, he took his helmet off. “Until —
Sitting alone in the barracks. No power… only the occasional flicker of white light illuminates the room. A siren blares throughout the base and rain water seeps into the room.
What a night to be on Darkknell.
“Surely hope so.”
Frost spoke, looking down at a holopad in his hand. He was studying a map of Darkknell, the planet he and the 20th were currently stationed on.
“Say… I haven’t seen you around before. Recently assigned here?”
One hand runs through his sweat drenched hair, another holds his helmet by the rangefinder… he is dreading the mud.
Another long day, time to shine his DC-17s and armor. The duty day never ends for the 20th.
Leave it to the commandos. Did he think he was allowed to break the rules?
A cough left the Marshal Commander’s mouth.
“I hope we’re not a sleep, trooper.”
Feeling her hand smudge the lip marks on his helmet, he grunted. “I’m not the one who follows your Jedi rules.” He replied.
Listening to her next comment his eyes widened. “Yeah. That does sound good. Where would that somewhere else be though, General?”
Her smile widens at the contact, and she darts around with her other hand to smudge the mark away. "I know. I did, too, but we can't have /you/ getting in trouble."
Tilting her head toward his, she continues. "I'll give you another someplace else to make up for it. Sound good?"