RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Location: Nak Shimor
Site: Drill pads.
Nak shimor was logically the next step towards reaching through Republic space to where their future capitol might lay. In preparation for this Joint Base Shimor had been dreamt up and installed in a matter of months. A buffer, a launching point and a training ground at the front of the war.
It was a huge sprawling complex. Durasteel walls, gun turrets, AA emplacements. On the northern side was the air filed, where rows of fighters sat in wait, neatly lined up like dominos on a table.
The east the motorpool, walkers and tanks here were being assembled, disassembled and fixed. Greasy mechanics in blue and orange coveralls moved through the concrete pads, going about their day. The south held the living quarters and an underground section held the intel office, and Armories.
A second layer behind the first walls was another walled off area. Drill pads and a citadel. A multi storied building with an Operations Center deep in its core. Hardlines in and out to the turrets, so no slicing here...
RC had arrived in the last month after a tour aboard the fleet. The others were here too, settled in and training their future sections no doubt.
"Alright Commandos, gather round." RC bellowed.
He was clad in his familiar Katarn armor, a class of newly trained Republic Commandos formed in a semi circle around him.
"Training was good today, hit the showers and be back in the classroom at 1700, we got command studies 101. Platoon Sergeant, fall em out."
Site: Drill pads.
Nak shimor was logically the next step towards reaching through Republic space to where their future capitol might lay. In preparation for this Joint Base Shimor had been dreamt up and installed in a matter of months. A buffer, a launching point and a training ground at the front of the war.
It was a huge sprawling complex. Durasteel walls, gun turrets, AA emplacements. On the northern side was the air filed, where rows of fighters sat in wait, neatly lined up like dominos on a table.
The east the motorpool, walkers and tanks here were being assembled, disassembled and fixed. Greasy mechanics in blue and orange coveralls moved through the concrete pads, going about their day. The south held the living quarters and an underground section held the intel office, and Armories.
A second layer behind the first walls was another walled off area. Drill pads and a citadel. A multi storied building with an Operations Center deep in its core. Hardlines in and out to the turrets, so no slicing here...
RC had arrived in the last month after a tour aboard the fleet. The others were here too, settled in and training their future sections no doubt.
"Alright Commandos, gather round." RC bellowed.
He was clad in his familiar Katarn armor, a class of newly trained Republic Commandos formed in a semi circle around him.
"Training was good today, hit the showers and be back in the classroom at 1700, we got command studies 101. Platoon Sergeant, fall em out."
