Ailis Drast felt conflict in her as the dropship soared over the jungles of Yavin IV. Her stomach felt sick, and not just from the rapid descent of the invading ship that carried her and various other forces of the invasion. Everything she had gone through before now, was preparation for this moment. Trials and training, minor combat mission. She had fought and she had killed before. But...
This was different.
Ailis went through her mental preparations as the dropship descended. There wasn't much time left, and she fought to quell the nausea inducing anxiety that threatened to spill her guts all over the floor of the cabin. There was a sense of foreboding as she focused on her emotions, quelling anxiety, taking hold of it. Turning it into fuel, like a good little Sith.
Her stomach lurched with the ship as it came to a swift stop, the troop bay portal yawning open like a giant maw, ready to swallow her whole as she stepped forth into battle. She could hear the distant sounds of blasters and lightsabers clashing as she walked down the ramp. There was the slightest moment of hesitation, of trepidation, just before she crossed the lip of the dropship's ramp. A moment where she felt the pull between two forces, a choice. On which side of the line did she walk.
There wasn't really a choice.
She stepped off the ramp and into the war. The darkness of the jungle yawned before her as soldiers poured out of the ship. The whine of engines as the dropship departed, leaving her and a squad of Imperial soldiers alone in the dark. Her palms sweated in her gloves as she began the trek through the jungle, towards the target, a possible evacuation point designated by whoever had put this plan together, where the young and the weak would be fleeing to. She swallowed. This was it. She wished she felt comfort in the cold hilt of the quiet lightsaber that she held, its flame unlit. Not yet. That would come later.
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This was different.
Ailis went through her mental preparations as the dropship descended. There wasn't much time left, and she fought to quell the nausea inducing anxiety that threatened to spill her guts all over the floor of the cabin. There was a sense of foreboding as she focused on her emotions, quelling anxiety, taking hold of it. Turning it into fuel, like a good little Sith.
Her stomach lurched with the ship as it came to a swift stop, the troop bay portal yawning open like a giant maw, ready to swallow her whole as she stepped forth into battle. She could hear the distant sounds of blasters and lightsabers clashing as she walked down the ramp. There was the slightest moment of hesitation, of trepidation, just before she crossed the lip of the dropship's ramp. A moment where she felt the pull between two forces, a choice. On which side of the line did she walk.
There wasn't really a choice.
She stepped off the ramp and into the war. The darkness of the jungle yawned before her as soldiers poured out of the ship. The whine of engines as the dropship departed, leaving her and a squad of Imperial soldiers alone in the dark. Her palms sweated in her gloves as she began the trek through the jungle, towards the target, a possible evacuation point designated by whoever had put this plan together, where the young and the weak would be fleeing to. She swallowed. This was it. She wished she felt comfort in the cold hilt of the quiet lightsaber that she held, its flame unlit. Not yet. That would come later.
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