Trigger
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CL-3964 let out a sigh as he lowered the datapad from his visor. His arm swung quickly to his right as he went to throw the device atop a small table, but he stopped himself short and gently set it down instead. Before shutting off the datapad completely, the Lieutenant stood over the table and stared at it. His eyes wandered over the paragraphs and paragraphs of logistical information both from his platoon and all of Delta Company. With the recent passing of the First Lieutenant during a storm of enemy artillery, this sort of paperwork had made its way to 3964. Although he did note to himself that no one had really given him this job specifically. The Captain had barely even made any mention of the First Lieutenant's death in the first place. Expressing his satisfaction with the reports he had spent hours drooling over on the datapad with a quick nod, he pressed the power button on the device and left it alone on the table. His gaze swept hastily across the rear entrenchments around him, nodding every so often as he watches groups of clones work their intended jobs. The Lieutenant even did a full 180 to visually check the others in the command tent. It was a busy time, and his head was racing. He looked down and noticed a few splotches of dirt on his kama and extended a thumb to dismiss the grime. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of movement in his general direction. 3964's head quickly shot up to see the Captain beckoning for him. He strolled over in a hurry to meet with him.
"Lieutenant, show the Sergeant to his men."
3964 glanced over to inspect the aforementioned NCO. He looked him up and down swiftly, taking note of his shiny armor. He remembered the recent passing of Squad A’s Sergeant, and theorized that this must be his replacement. He felt a mix of emotions; excitement to see the man’s skills as a leader, but worry for he was a fresh clone.
The Lieutenant nodded and turned to lead the shiny to his squad. He didn’t stop when he heard the Sergeant make the offhand comment about his nickname. It was doubtful that the Captain cared much, and to be truthful neither did 3964. His attention was focused more on the droves of troopers passing by him as he moved down the line. He made note of the amount that were medics carrying wounded. He leaned over and extended a hand to the shoulder of one medic carrying a trooper with what appeared to be severe burns covering his body and urged him along. The officer’s tone was grave but the stressfulness in his voice stood above all. His head briskly rotated to catch a glimpse of the Sergeant following closely behind him. The Lieutenant sped up his pace, shoving past squads of infantry moving off of their posts.
For a moment, the Sergeant attempted to speak. 3964 assumed it was a question, but it was cut short by a distant roar of artillery exploding from the metal hulls of droid proton cannons.
“Down! Everyone down! Now!” shouted the Lieutenant as he ducked into the trench. The rows of other troops retreating down the line ducked with him, the medics attempting to gently set down the wounded they carried upon stretchers. The shells began to collide with the mud around them, sending dirt and rocks to rain down on them.
"Lieutenant, show the Sergeant to his men."
3964 glanced over to inspect the aforementioned NCO. He looked him up and down swiftly, taking note of his shiny armor. He remembered the recent passing of Squad A’s Sergeant, and theorized that this must be his replacement. He felt a mix of emotions; excitement to see the man’s skills as a leader, but worry for he was a fresh clone.
The Lieutenant nodded and turned to lead the shiny to his squad. He didn’t stop when he heard the Sergeant make the offhand comment about his nickname. It was doubtful that the Captain cared much, and to be truthful neither did 3964. His attention was focused more on the droves of troopers passing by him as he moved down the line. He made note of the amount that were medics carrying wounded. He leaned over and extended a hand to the shoulder of one medic carrying a trooper with what appeared to be severe burns covering his body and urged him along. The officer’s tone was grave but the stressfulness in his voice stood above all. His head briskly rotated to catch a glimpse of the Sergeant following closely behind him. The Lieutenant sped up his pace, shoving past squads of infantry moving off of their posts.
For a moment, the Sergeant attempted to speak. 3964 assumed it was a question, but it was cut short by a distant roar of artillery exploding from the metal hulls of droid proton cannons.
“Down! Everyone down! Now!” shouted the Lieutenant as he ducked into the trench. The rows of other troops retreating down the line ducked with him, the medics attempting to gently set down the wounded they carried upon stretchers. The shells began to collide with the mud around them, sending dirt and rocks to rain down on them.
