Damian was excited. He’d been on missions before but this was different, it wasn’t only him and Kana this time. Excitement ran through his very being. Calm. He repeated the word to himself over and over. It was a way of coping. Kana said he should find his center, and so he once again quickly imagined the center of his body above the navel and under his ribcage. He wasn’t sure if it really helped.
He looked over the items he had assembled and quickly went down the checklist, in duplicate. Mini Multi Tool? Check. Damian quickly opened up the small tool. Wirecutters, file, awl, pliers. All functional. Quickly he placed the device in a package giggling it in his hand making sure it didn’t rattle in the case. Liquid dampened, 8 hours luminous Button Compass? Double Checked. LED squeeze light, red as to not alert the enemy to their position with both continuous and momentary switch. Checked and double checked.
Five patrols had already been sent out into the jungle, and five patrols didn’t report back. That was a waste. Damian took a deep sigh and continued over going over the simple emergency kit. There was a fire starting kit with ferrocerium rod and four tinder tabs enclosed in a water sealed bag. Check. Water Storage was important. Two liter capacity both sealable and reusable and able to hold the survival kits entire contents should need arise. Water purification tablets, 40 of them, were present. They were in medical grade borosilicate. Good. Next to them was a further two tablets, Electrolyte Tablets. An IR Reflective signal mirror was present with a removable cover and aiming hole. Check, check, and double check.
Damian sighed when he thought about the potential of being stranded in the jungle. There was still more kit to go. Thermal Blanket, polyester aluminized. Kevlar line, 200 pound test fifteen feet in length. Good. Safety pins of course were a must. More than anything else safety pins were used in the field. A can opener, two feet of twenty gage steel wire, industrial adhesive tape in roll, magnifying lens, waterproof datapad, stylist for said datapad, broad spectrum antibiotic ointment, and cotton pads.
The first two kits were packed. All the items were safely stored in a hard clam shell container making up half the survival kit.
Another soft storage case had to be packed though. Hacksaw blade, ceramic razor blade, moleskin adhesive patch, twenty four inches of kevlar thread, a multi-strand fishing leader/down rigger cable twenty four feet in length, suspended navigational magnet, ferro cerium rod, cotton balls impregnated with wax, bobby pins - you could never have enough pins. Damian sighed a little as he finished packing the two survival packs. Then he frowned. It might have been a bit optimistic of him, but he placed two shims and a universal key into the packs as well. In case of capture… Survive, Evade, Resist, and Escape.
The two survival packs were complete now, that held the special gear. Now the standard equipment needed to be readied.
Clothing, two sets camouflaged in a soft dyed pattern typical of the jungles of the galaxy were packed folded into a field blanket which wrapped around them all to keep them dry.Two more liters of water, self heating MRE’s and high calorie protein bars, headlamps, communication unit, three spare lights, and Socks. Six pair of socks to help fight off fungal infections. You can never have enough dry socks. In addition two medpacks were placed in both Kana and Damians own survival kit. They were after all the medics of this team and so were required to carry the extra weight. Though that was negligible. Further Damian carried six additional power packs for a blaster rifle which he had field stripped and cleaned the night before. This was combined with both signaling and covering smoke including new
laser inhibiting smoke grenades he’d gotten off of a smuggler friend that Kana didn’t approve of… still.
All of that was important but the most important item he saved for last. Two silver cylinders lay on his bed. Although he’d already created his own lightsaber he would never part with the old green blade that Kana had gifted to him for practice. The two sabers were pinned tight and secure to his belt. With a sigh Damian hoisted up the pack and placed it on his back while grabbing Kana’s own and carrying it forward.
He met her in the hangar bay beaming his master with a smile. “Kana,” he called jogging over to the woman. It was comical in a way, him running across the hangar bay with a large bulbous pack on his back and another being carried with both hands. “I packed as you instructed….”
[member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Ciara Jevnaker"]
