Aeron Dosh
Twi'lek adventurer
Intro:
The war has been going on for about two days now Hoth's surface was practically divided into two sections, one for the rebels and one for the imperials. Both factions have set up impromptu bases with medical, food, and drilling supplies in an attempt to find the holocron before the other faction can. It was like a game of capture the flag with only one flag. The soldiers fought in the imaginary "line" that separated the two bases from each other, while each side employed people to try and dig through hoth's cave system to find the artifact. Finding the artifact wasn't even the hard part - It was keeping it. The battle had only lasted so long because each time one side would get the holocron in their possession the other side would find a way to steal it from them, and that cycle continued for a long time. Nearing the three day mark, both faction's major commanders finally decided to send out the big guns. The commanders of each side have called in a wide array of special forces in order to help them turn the tide of battle. Jedi, Sith. Commandos, Mercenaries, Bounty Hunters, Smugglers, Agents, Droids, the list was infinite. Anyone and anything they could get their hands on were about to arrive.
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"It could be worth forty thousand credits, or even more if we give it up to the highest bidder," My partner-in-crime's hologram started sizzling out while he laughed.
"Just have the ship ready for when I get back. Don't get too excited about the pay. I'm the one sticking my neck out wondering through an active battlefield for this thing," Aeron snapped back at him.
"Your connection is starting to break up. If you don't hear from me before night time I'm probably dead and you can kiss that holocron goodbye," Aeron told him.
The hologram started fading out as Aeron turned it off. Aeron reached the top of a snowy hill somewhere and he pulled out his binoculars. He could see each faction had their own ship that was about to drop in a rogue's gallery of various force users, commanders, soldiers, and special forces. They must be really desperate at this point. The sounds of war echoed far off into the distance. Blasters firing off against each other. People were being blown to bits. War. War never changes. All of this for a Jedi holocron that supposedly held the secret to a long-forgotten force technique that could supposedly enhance an individual's connection to the force through meditation. Aeron realized this was a good moment for him to make big money. If he got his hands on the holocron before any rebels or imperials could do it he'd be able to sell it to whoever had the most money to offer.
The war has been going on for about two days now Hoth's surface was practically divided into two sections, one for the rebels and one for the imperials. Both factions have set up impromptu bases with medical, food, and drilling supplies in an attempt to find the holocron before the other faction can. It was like a game of capture the flag with only one flag. The soldiers fought in the imaginary "line" that separated the two bases from each other, while each side employed people to try and dig through hoth's cave system to find the artifact. Finding the artifact wasn't even the hard part - It was keeping it. The battle had only lasted so long because each time one side would get the holocron in their possession the other side would find a way to steal it from them, and that cycle continued for a long time. Nearing the three day mark, both faction's major commanders finally decided to send out the big guns. The commanders of each side have called in a wide array of special forces in order to help them turn the tide of battle. Jedi, Sith. Commandos, Mercenaries, Bounty Hunters, Smugglers, Agents, Droids, the list was infinite. Anyone and anything they could get their hands on were about to arrive.
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"It could be worth forty thousand credits, or even more if we give it up to the highest bidder," My partner-in-crime's hologram started sizzling out while he laughed.
"Just have the ship ready for when I get back. Don't get too excited about the pay. I'm the one sticking my neck out wondering through an active battlefield for this thing," Aeron snapped back at him.
"Your connection is starting to break up. If you don't hear from me before night time I'm probably dead and you can kiss that holocron goodbye," Aeron told him.
The hologram started fading out as Aeron turned it off. Aeron reached the top of a snowy hill somewhere and he pulled out his binoculars. He could see each faction had their own ship that was about to drop in a rogue's gallery of various force users, commanders, soldiers, and special forces. They must be really desperate at this point. The sounds of war echoed far off into the distance. Blasters firing off against each other. People were being blown to bits. War. War never changes. All of this for a Jedi holocron that supposedly held the secret to a long-forgotten force technique that could supposedly enhance an individual's connection to the force through meditation. Aeron realized this was a good moment for him to make big money. If he got his hands on the holocron before any rebels or imperials could do it he'd be able to sell it to whoever had the most money to offer.