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Planet Bakura, Bakura Sector, Wild Space
City of Astéri
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Noah Corek
City of Astéri
A Tsrotzhu gunship dives out of the evening clouds. To the south east was a city lit by fire and claimed by mayhem. Nevertheless the armed transport went for an almost casual approach, continuing its descent. The destination was a sizable camp on the city's eastern outskirts opposite of the river with the former connecting bridge wrecked extensively. Minutes later the gunship slowed down and landed on what it once had been a speeder parking lot.
Clearly the ship had been expected as a Bakuran militia officer walked over toward it. Subsequently the ramp lowered hissing steam repeatedly. Coming down the ramp Minerva fully clad armor and gear saved for her helmet that was attached to her hip for the time being. Following close behind was her squad eight in total for the time being. One of them, Rhon the Corellian trooper, rolled his left arm and shoulders murmuring somewhat excitedly.
"Finally we're here."
The Klatooinian corporal beside him snorted but otherwise said nothing. Minerva similarly ignored it as the human Bakuran stopped meters away from her and saluted. Returning the gesture Minerva then heard the young dark skinned woman say.
"Welcome soldiers of the Alliance I'm Second Lieutenant Iona Ret. If you follow me I'll take you to the tent where the general will meet with your team as soon as possible."
"Of course. Lead the way."
Lieutenant Ret made a sharp turn with Minerva and her squad mates next. Behind them the gunship closed up automatically as a safety measure. In the distance they can hear explosions that sounded like thunder. They navigate through a makeshift labyrinth of tents. In their march Minerva did notice some of the looks that the Bakurans were giving puzzled and somewhat disappointed looks. Guessing the cause Rhon remarked.
"Kinda feeling unappreciated right now."
"Deal with it rookie. This is not a popular contest." Minerva retorted without even looking in his direction. Their Bakuran escort was swift to explain.
"You have to understand we were hoping with the Maw terrorists involved the Alliance would bring in more than…"
"A small squad."
Biting her lips temporarily Ret nodded at what Minerva bluntly pointed out.
"Y-yes, yes indeed but the rest of us are grateful for you all coming to our aid. But you're not the only assistance we have."
Minerva knew who exactly it was due to a briefing by command. A platoon from the famed Galactic Legion itself. The Bakuran government wasn't taking any chances with this crisis as shown by how they both hired mercenaries and requested Alliance presence however minimal. She didn't exactly blame the glorified clerks for it, trying to utilize whatever they can in the face of Mawite carnage.
Stopping in front of the grayish tent, Ret glanced back at her charges. With a gesture of her left hand toward it she answered.
"The Legionnaires are already in there. As for the general, he will arrive with all of you shortly."
With another salute Ret took her leave, likely for the next task to do. Clearing her throat Minerva said with a challenging smirk.
"Well let's not keep our new dancing partners waiting."
Several squad-mates including Rhon chuckled at that. Going through the tent flap Minerva's eyes came upon…
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