Not counting Ithor, Soleil had no real experience in an actual warzone. He had volunteered out of necessity for the academy and everything, and he did want the experience. Hours in a warzone contributed greatly to prestige. Ambition and story did sometimes fall short of the hard reality, however. His higher scores got him assigned closer to the front to grind and sharpen him further toward being Sith.
Armor was literally required by orders, so he was garbed in the lightest generic variant of an Imperial Sith uniform he could get his hands on, curly locks pomaded down. He and others were assigned to the back and forth fighting on Denon. It hadn't started off well. The landing zone, too close to enemy lines, had been struck by artillery. Soleil had already disembarked by then, but it hadn't done any good for the others still aboard the ship. He had a lightsaber this time that belonged to a dead Champion, the loaner he'd brought damaged during an alleyway scrap between Sith and FWA forces.
His cuirass was notched, scratched, and burned in various places from various things. Dead and dying littered streets and medical areas. The silent acolyte was definitely feeling the pressure, already feeling a kind of exhaustion he wasn't familiar with handling. It'd only been a few days on Denon and he wasn't anticipating much better. Even so, he wasn't planning to give in to that feeling.
Today was a push. In one section of the city, urban "trenches" had been formed between the two sides, fighting back and forth endlessly without any real ground taken or objective accomplished. Armored vehicles had been delivered and they were to rumble down the main street to where FWA forces had huddled down, breaking through the trenches and crushing the resistance. Or at least, that was the idea in theory.
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"Forward, men! Charge and stop for nothing!"
In practice, war was hell. Soleil was riding on the side of a thundering tank, the engine thrumming loud as it floated down the street toward a series of barricades. His lightsaber whipped in a close guard, deflecting some stray shots sent his way and ducking others behind a durasteel plate that'd been bolded on. Soleil had a specific job until they got to engagement range, being as he had the Force. "Forward, men! Charge and stop for nothing!"
A rocket flew from behind a barricade toward the hovertank and he reached up, inhaling sharply and gritting his teeth. The air hissed from between his fangs as he exhaled power, using the Force to shove the projectile aside enough that it flew off-course into a shattered building. His heart hammered in his chest, the seemingly endless exhilaration of adrenaline keeping him in the moment. Just a little farther, he thought as the tank fired its main gun into the barricades, scattering wood, metal, and pieces of what used to be people.
Just a few more blocks.
@Altaris