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The group laughed as the harch insisted that the story continue, but Darrand cut in before any of them could respond. "Oh trust me, you don't want to hear about Jecy and his predilection for Antakarian Fire Dancers and copious amounts of crispy tuber waffles..." He said, lying to the harch to...

Darrand chuckled at the merc's retort. "You know the old adage about Military Intelligence... Besides, I don't collect the intel, they just tell me where to go, and sometimes what to shoot. As our friend says, its the boots on the ground that matter most." He watched the pair as they set to...

Cresta listened carefully as the merc went over the plan. The rumbling of the transport filled the compartment, and sent the armored commando listing from side to side as it swerved to avoid another fallen tree. He caught himself with a hand on the side of the transport and the clatter of...

It was an odd feeling to be here, surrounded by those who controlled the halls of power, and yet he was somehow beginning to feel welcome. Perhaps this was why the man was the king, and why he was but a Lieutenant. He kept his thoughts to himself, stowing them deep down, pushing the doubt and...

Cresta was strapped into the shotgun seat of the transport as it bounced and jumped its way across the terrain, moving through the forest at speed. He gazed out the window as the others talked amongst themselves. He hated being away from his men, leaving them to survive on their own without...

"Darrand Cresta, 22nd Assault Corps." He shook the other man's hand with a powerful, firm, grip. "Aye, I always feel out of place in such gatherings as these, especially because I have seen the cost... all too clearly. But at the same time, as you..." He turned as the Shistavanen approached...

Darrand pulled at the neck of his uniform as he stood outside the chamber. Karking hell, these things are so stiff. How did they even get me a new one in time for this thing? He looked about the fancy duds and the ornate inlaid decorations and sighed. Why did he always get sent off to these...

Cresta let go of the other soldier's hand as the Harch approached, looking over to him, he offered the captain of the vessel a crisp military salute, as did the others around him. After all, despite giving the flyboys guff just like they would have done with anyone else in the service, they...

"Whaddya mean, sabbac?!?!" The cries rang out across the hold, lilting over the soft music of the orchestra. "Karking hell, man, already?!?" The complaint was accompanied by the slamming of cards down against the table where a group of tough looking men and women were gathered. Tougher even...

And now came the final round of the match, the endgame. Darrand could not help but smile at first, seeing the Jedi flee, seeking to regroup and outplay the special forces team, but Darrand knew the truth, given the head start the teams had and their skills there would be no issues, this was...

So the Jedi wanted to fight, that was good. That was what he wanted. As the Jedi stepped to his side, Darrand moved with him, stepping with his left foot and keeping his face to Toki's. He kept facing him, stepping back as the swinging blade came to a stop and he felt himself flung back...

Serreno, this was a place far too good for the likes of Darrand Cresta. Some nobody from the back end of the Galaxy. A man born to criminals turned prison guardian and eventual soldier, and here he was on some fancy world, standing in a party awkwardly with actual Sith. And now, here, most of...

Darrand sprinted towards the tree, he could hear the sounds of blaster fire as the squad began to engage the kid. The kid was good, he used cover well, sticking behind trees, moving carefully in the lulls between volleys of blaster fire. The kid was a good shot, and he chose his ground well...

Darrand slowed down, his steps placed more carefully. He could see the enemy beginning to move towards them, blaster bolts ringing past his head as the squad of troopers laid down a curtain of fire. He ducked behind a large tree and looked to his right seeking out the kid about 20 meters to...

Darrand Cresta ran through the forest, for right now, speed was of the essence, not stealth. If they could put some distance between themselves and the front lines of the invasion, the less likely they would be to have Jedi in their faces. Sure they had some tools against the Jedi, but Sabers...

Deck 5 briefing room. 1 hour prior "Yes... Understood... We'll gear up and be runners up in an hour. Yes sir. I understand sir. We'll do our duty. Rancor squad out." With that Darrand closed the feed of his comlink and turned to his men. "Alright boys, listen up, we got ourselves some...

War. Invasion. Death and pain. Darrand's world was changing again. Gone was the calm, the order, it was about to be time for him to enter the chaos of combat. High above the world of Wayland, the fleet exited hyperspace. He wondered if he would be going down in the first wave, jumping into...