Trigger
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To the inexperienced soul, it would appear to be a very busy and chaotic time around the rear trenches. Combat medics retreated to safety with groups of injured clones on stretchers. They were covered in blood and dirt, with bacta batches hastily scattered over their wounds. Pairs of men hoisted heavy crates of supplies up in their arms, carrying them back and forth like ants bringing leaves or food to their homes. Some slipped in the mud and the boxes fell with them. Gunships descended from the skies, dropping off squads of troopers who rushed out and scurried away like womp rats. But among this chaos, the Captain stood unmoving and appeared rather calm. His gaze moved across the darkened skies as he silently remarked to himself that the rain had ceased for the time being. The clone caught sight of another LAAT breaking through the clouds and he let his eyes follow the ship all the way to the ground. He watched another pack of troopers escape its metal hull. He directed his attention to a rather shiny looking trooper among the others. The trooper looked back at the Captain and appeared to be getting closer, until he stood in front of him. His posture was tall and his shoulders were high. He held his carbine firmly in both hands.
“Captain 1815? Of Delta Company?” asks the shiny.
The Captain replies with a simple nod.
“Sir, Sergeant 4132 reporting for duty sir! I’m one of your new NCOs.” He spoke with an eager and confident tone. There was no doubt now that he was fresh.
“That would be correct, Sergeant,” says the officer. “You’ll be stepping in as the new squad leader of Squad A in the 2nd Platoon.”
The Captain’s tone was the complete opposite. It was calm and borderline dry. His attention was obviously not fully directed towards the young NCO. He held up a hand and motioned for another trooper who was standing nearby beneath a tent to come closer. The other clone had been wiping dirt off of his kama before noticing that he was being summoned. He quickly strolled over to the two men. Without turning, 1815 said, “Lieutenant, show the Sergeant to his men.”
The Lieutenant nodded and began to walk off. But before following, the Sergeant quickly noted, “Oh, and it’s Cabur, sir. That’s what they call me.”
The Captain gave no reply or any form of recognition to Cabur’s comment. He waved them both off without a word, and looked back out at the chaos of the trenches.
“Captain 1815? Of Delta Company?” asks the shiny.
The Captain replies with a simple nod.
“Sir, Sergeant 4132 reporting for duty sir! I’m one of your new NCOs.” He spoke with an eager and confident tone. There was no doubt now that he was fresh.
“That would be correct, Sergeant,” says the officer. “You’ll be stepping in as the new squad leader of Squad A in the 2nd Platoon.”
The Captain’s tone was the complete opposite. It was calm and borderline dry. His attention was obviously not fully directed towards the young NCO. He held up a hand and motioned for another trooper who was standing nearby beneath a tent to come closer. The other clone had been wiping dirt off of his kama before noticing that he was being summoned. He quickly strolled over to the two men. Without turning, 1815 said, “Lieutenant, show the Sergeant to his men.”
The Lieutenant nodded and began to walk off. But before following, the Sergeant quickly noted, “Oh, and it’s Cabur, sir. That’s what they call me.”
The Captain gave no reply or any form of recognition to Cabur’s comment. He waved them both off without a word, and looked back out at the chaos of the trenches.
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