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- Aug 5, 2018
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Planet: Ventooine
Grid Coordinates: P3
Graham looked up the clear night sky, marveling at the beauty of the starts. True he had come from one of those stars, but that did not change the fact that in this mostly untouched sky they were beautiful and clear. What was less clear though was what he and the team he was assigned to were about to walk into. The Empire had been made aware of a group of exiles that had refused to join the cause and had stated what had amounted to a cult here on Ventooine. It made a certain amount of sense to him, Ventooine was about as far out on the rim and away from prying eyes as you could get. Perfect for people not wanting to be found, and perfect for not causing waves when someone disappears.
The thing is someone had noticed and now Ventooine was firmly in the Empire's sights, as were the cultists that inhabited its mountains. An investigation unit had made contact with the local tribes and acquired information of the proposed location of the cult's base of operations, a cave complex called The Maw by the locals. The only issues was that it was located deep in the forests and nestled among the mountains, leaving it fairly isolated and a little difficult to reach. So it had been deemed reasonable to send a recon team to check on the information and clear a path to The Maw before any true assault could begin..
Thus their small team had been assembled to move quickly and quietly ahead of the main force. While it was not Graham's usual duty, he was glad none the less that his skills were being appreciated and used, he was just that much closer to earning the command of his dreams. Though that dream did not stop him from checking over his gear once more. His blaster rifle and pistol were loaded and in place, grenades and reloads in their pouches on the front of his ISC armor, vibrosword mounted on his belt and the three throwing knives on his left bracer. Everything was ready and good to go.
Looking once more up at the clear sky he set his face into a mask of determination and secured his helmet tightly. Turning to his comrades nearby he asked "Are we Ready?"
Grid Coordinates: P3
Graham looked up the clear night sky, marveling at the beauty of the starts. True he had come from one of those stars, but that did not change the fact that in this mostly untouched sky they were beautiful and clear. What was less clear though was what he and the team he was assigned to were about to walk into. The Empire had been made aware of a group of exiles that had refused to join the cause and had stated what had amounted to a cult here on Ventooine. It made a certain amount of sense to him, Ventooine was about as far out on the rim and away from prying eyes as you could get. Perfect for people not wanting to be found, and perfect for not causing waves when someone disappears.
The thing is someone had noticed and now Ventooine was firmly in the Empire's sights, as were the cultists that inhabited its mountains. An investigation unit had made contact with the local tribes and acquired information of the proposed location of the cult's base of operations, a cave complex called The Maw by the locals. The only issues was that it was located deep in the forests and nestled among the mountains, leaving it fairly isolated and a little difficult to reach. So it had been deemed reasonable to send a recon team to check on the information and clear a path to The Maw before any true assault could begin..
Thus their small team had been assembled to move quickly and quietly ahead of the main force. While it was not Graham's usual duty, he was glad none the less that his skills were being appreciated and used, he was just that much closer to earning the command of his dreams. Though that dream did not stop him from checking over his gear once more. His blaster rifle and pistol were loaded and in place, grenades and reloads in their pouches on the front of his ISC armor, vibrosword mounted on his belt and the three throwing knives on his left bracer. Everything was ready and good to go.
Looking once more up at the clear sky he set his face into a mask of determination and secured his helmet tightly. Turning to his comrades nearby he asked "Are we Ready?"
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