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The sound of blaster fire rang out through the massive indoor training complex of the Hapes Royal Marines 1st Battalion. The unit was famed for it's ability to swiftly and brutally take enemy ships in boarding actions and currently held a record in all simulations for taking mock Imperial ships. Some say they're second only to the famous Galactic Alliance Red Hand, if not their equal.
Their current drill was a rather large scale one that cut the battalion in half and pitted them against each other inside a close-quarters simulation where they would practice newly refined vibrosword training. The battalion as a whole had been training under a Jedi Master for the better part of the last two years with his occasional leave giving them time to practice more traditional soldiering skills. The white and gold armor they wore was as practical as it was attractive, the equal of the now famous Centurion-class armor worn by Stormtroopers.
Watching the simulated battle from an observation booth about two stories up was their Colonel and the aforementioned Jedi's brother. The Colonel was one of the younger ones in the HRMC, only five years Michael's senior and already so high in the command structure. Then again, he didn't have thousands of innocent dead on his record, but he also probably didn't have four Sith lightsabers as trophies. Then again, maybe he did. The Sergeant was unsure.
LAWS carbine slung across his back, the Sergeant waited for his contact, someone else eligible for the Hapani cross-training.
Their current drill was a rather large scale one that cut the battalion in half and pitted them against each other inside a close-quarters simulation where they would practice newly refined vibrosword training. The battalion as a whole had been training under a Jedi Master for the better part of the last two years with his occasional leave giving them time to practice more traditional soldiering skills. The white and gold armor they wore was as practical as it was attractive, the equal of the now famous Centurion-class armor worn by Stormtroopers.
Watching the simulated battle from an observation booth about two stories up was their Colonel and the aforementioned Jedi's brother. The Colonel was one of the younger ones in the HRMC, only five years Michael's senior and already so high in the command structure. Then again, he didn't have thousands of innocent dead on his record, but he also probably didn't have four Sith lightsabers as trophies. Then again, maybe he did. The Sergeant was unsure.
LAWS carbine slung across his back, the Sergeant waited for his contact, someone else eligible for the Hapani cross-training.