It was hot and muggy, peak summer time on the unnamed planet, the moisture hung thick in the air as the small troop of soldiers moved through the river basin. The mud halfway up their shins, making it slow going. They had little in the way of repulsor craft, the expedition having little in the way of backing both financially and with the high brows in the military.
The little troops he had secured was from favours and the little power his family name still had in the galaxy. A single company, one hundred and sixty men along with a few support craft is all that he was allotted for the mission. It was a pitiful amount but the Sith would make it work, this mission was personal to Wodan. The re-founding of his homeland, the world itself fitted well with what the Firrerreo were used to, plus it wasn’t too far from his homeworld anyway.
The problem they had was pirates, as usual the scum and villainy of the galaxy had put itself in the way of civilisation and progress. Wodan turned to look at Luitenant Elatar, he was the only other high ranking Imperial on the mission. “What do we think, I was envisioning a nice house up on the side of the mountain over there looking down on the basin?”
@Stormtrooper