!IMYfe1j54Y 12/03/10(Fri)06:41 No.13012983|
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He stared at the holo-screen, seemingly oblivious to the commotion of the command crew moving around, busy organizing supply routes or gathering intelligence for the operation. He watched the little markers indicating his men moving about the map, investigating the underground facilities and establishing their foothold.
He saw the riflemen huddled together, sharing a smoke.
The pilots, tending to their vehicles.
The knights, ever vigilant and standing watch.
The lone mobile demo, standing with the new anti-armor recruit.
The snipers, standing around a sand roach corpse.
The droids, standing motionless, R00 the exception, moving about the troops.
And the medics, attending to the injured knight, “Lost.”
Walker’s eyes narrowed. Lost. A new recruit, appeared on his roster recently. Didn’t know where she came from – seemed a bit odd, and he had a feeling there was more to her than meets the eye. Probably involved in some secret military program, he thought to himself. Regardless, she performed well today, but was injured holding the line.
She earned her rest for today. It was sad, but all he could offer was a new title and a bit of rest.
Right before being thrown back into the fight.
Walker sighed again, unnoticed, taking a drag on his cigar, casting red light across his face.