- Joined
- Jan 26, 2019
- Messages
- 66
- Reaction score
- 17
The sun rose high in all of its midday glory. Sitting behind a line of sandbags Esfir Radin waited. The twenty three year old fighter wore her ranger scout armor and held a E-33 Blaster Carbine in her hands. Yesterday she and a squad of rebels lead by Tycho Dakyron had searched for more refugees to retrieve off this rock covered world. They found a whole group of them who turned pieces of crash ships into making a makeshift settlement.
Considering the fact there over eighty people here the Alliance was brining in a heavy transport with fighter escort. Until then the orders from command had been clear. Hold until relieved. Esfir quietly memorized to herself. To the left flank she can see one of her comrades who serving as a sentry waving in greeting.
The young woman politely returned the gesture but went back to keeping watch over the mountain pass in front. Similar defenses of sandbags and durrsteal panels were made into a workable barricade for the rebels and settlement militia. From behind Esfir can hear children playing some kind of game and adults loudly gossiping among themselves.
“Life finds a way.” Radin muttered loud out. Keeping her eyes to the pass, the Sahminian asked Tycho close by. ”Any updates from command?”
@Nommie