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Darasuum Helios Jhun - Soldier, hero on the front, best fighter in his company. His surroundings were a stark contrast to the screams from the front. He was part of a patrol unit that scouted into enemy territory during Hell Hour. It was the most intense time of combat and enemy movments during the early times of the day. They had put him and his vode there because of their skill. It had resulted in hours of gruesome close-combat on Alaskan. Clearing buildings, ambushing enemy scouts only to be ambushed right back.
And the Jedi - Darasuum remembered blearily the spectral forms that would rush faster then any normal being blasting men out of their way and leaping over walls and fortifications. The bloody glory of it was a feeling he would never forget as he knelt over the body of the Jetti scum who had slain his squad mates, sliced through his wrist severing bone and flesh with his saber while cauterizing it at the same time. He had killed him. Now he had been sent away from the front. He prayed his time would come to rejoin his vode before the assault of Curuscant.
He leaned back and let his eyes wander across the training yard fingering his gloved cybernetic hand. He wished to spar. Darasuum needed an opponent.
And the Jedi - Darasuum remembered blearily the spectral forms that would rush faster then any normal being blasting men out of their way and leaping over walls and fortifications. The bloody glory of it was a feeling he would never forget as he knelt over the body of the Jetti scum who had slain his squad mates, sliced through his wrist severing bone and flesh with his saber while cauterizing it at the same time. He had killed him. Now he had been sent away from the front. He prayed his time would come to rejoin his vode before the assault of Curuscant.
He leaned back and let his eyes wander across the training yard fingering his gloved cybernetic hand. He wished to spar. Darasuum needed an opponent.