Private The First Step

[Traejan]

Location: Caves of Dronto ol Frero

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There was no one. Rumors had been circulating the planet for the past few weeks of a small collection of escaped slaves who had settled here, it had taken Traejan days to convince the council to lend him enough men to investigate and it appeared to have already been too late. Small flickering electric lights illuminated the ramshackle village, a small waterwheel rotating steadily with the flow of the small river and steadily providing a small source of unreliable energy to the abandoned camp. "Search it.. Any survivors, supplies, look for anything we could use." Traejan would command his small little group of five, who would disperse as ordered. Heading towards a nearby shack Traejan would reach up and pull the gas mask from his face, a necessary tool for most of the inhospitable planet but this cave in particular seemed to have a breathable atmosphere, perhaps algae in the water or just a pocket of oxygen from when the world still breathed.

It was humid, and already the heat was making him sweat. Crouching at the door of one of the huts he'd reach down and collect a few empty bullet casings... This was either the Hutts or a new player on the planet who couldn't afford the expensive blasters and technology available to the surface corporate states. Opening the door a tad he saw smears of blood, but no body.. "Strange.." he would hum to himself as he stood and decided to leave the hut. His hand would go up to his temple, pressing against the skin to activate the small radio transceiver in his skull "Find Anything?" he would ask his men, with them quietly responding in unison that nothing of value was left. Glancing down at his cybernetic arms he would ponder for a second how these people survived for so long. This cave wasn't exactly hidden, a dozen or so networks converged here.. And why had it been left so intact? Why were there no bodies? Slavers had no use for the dead.

Nikana

 

[Nikana]

Nikana had come to Dronto ol Frero seeking a purpose. The people on this planet were tired, oppressed, and angry. Revolution was brewing, and hundreds of volunteers were coming to help fight the corporations in control of the planet. Nikana was one of these. He'd not had much luck in finding a cause to actually join yet, but he'd heard of the People's Revolutionary Army, which the man was searching for when he came across a cave, one with people in it.

Nikana stayed hidden, as the men appeared to be soldiers, searching for something or someone. They had scanners, but Nikana was not concerned with that. He slowly moved closer, hoping to see if he could tell who they worked for. Somehow, the cave he followed the platoon into had breathable atmosphere, and Nikana's mask soon came off so he could breath the air and lengthen the usability of his filters.



Traejan

 

[Traejan]

"Bottle up the water, we can use it back in Kityado ol des Quebos Trati." Traejan was speaking in basic, but the other men were speaking in a language Nikana most likely wouldn't identify as it was native to the underground resistance there. He had picked up the tongue two or three years ago, using it communicate with the slaves who had yet to pick up the slave language of ol Bes or 'The Tongue'. His troops would follow their command, picking up empty bottles, jugs, etc and heading to the stream to fill their containers.

After a few seconds Traejan would take off his officer's pin, the two crossed hammers, wreath of grain, and gear was one of the few things that gave him hope in this apocalyptic hellscape. "If any of you find any hint to where they could have gone, alert me, and we'll send a runner back to the city to alert the P.R.A. Council." He still wasn't used to the language.. but he needed practice, and he needed to make sure his troops could understand it even if they didn't speak it.

Nikana