Unbelievable! Anton Sai shook his head in disbelief, marching alongside three other marines on rubble strewn street. It had been a few rotations since the Sith bombing on Ranger Headquarters and the cost of the devastation was still being estimated. Keeping a grip on the blaster rifle Anton stayed within reach of his comrades while they continued their patrol.
Leading in front was a Duros gray combat fatigues armed with a light repeater. “Stay sharp people.” He said in a reminder to the rest of the fire team. Anton who was on the left hand side, asked.
“Permission to speak corporal?”
“Granted. What’s on your mind, Sai?”
Pausing briefly the nineteen year old then said. “Okay then where are the police? So far we barely seem any in this area. I thought they would be out in full force in a time like this.”
Sighing Corporal Zim Mas answered.
“Well Sai the simple answer is they’re stretched thin covering other sectors. Especially after suffering heavy casualties from the bombing. Plus it doesn't help that this entire planet is one giant city.”
Anton winced at the very thought though it made sense. Subsequently the fire team made a right turn from a street corner. Corporal Mas then added.
“So that’s where we come in. To give the cops a hand until ordered otherwise. Does that answer your question Private?”
“Aye Corporal.” Anton acknowledged before an orange airspeeder with engines roaring flew overhead. A whistle in the rear followed. “That was a nice design.”
“Durren, keep your eyes on the ground level. You can proposal marriage to that speeder later.” Corporal Mas ordered, causing an embarrassed Ric Durren to focus back on the task at h d. Anton and his orange Natolouan comrade Ysse Dastill shared a mutual smile of amusement.
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