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Major Rarda stood on the the flight deck of the Immaculate watching as the the VAAT was loaded an prepped for its flight down to the surface of Metellos. He looked down at his data pad. It had been forty hours since there initial contact with the mercenaries within the Line Arc facility. Forces from the 501st and the 313th had secured the buildings of the facility from top to ground floor. The fighting with the mercenaries and droids had been intense but the 501st had pushed in and secured the facility with an hour. The remaining droids had been quickly mopped up once the AT-TE's had breached the facility. Although orders from General Sev had stopped them from proceeding down into the sub levels of the base.
Rarda looked up taking quick notes of the cargo, and munitions being loaded. "Forty hours?" Rarda spoke to himself. He didn't remember much after the group had been stuck by rocket fire. His memory after that being a dark blank. A large concussive blast of heat, and then a rolling impact into a wall. Rarda had awoken thirty two hours later in a bacta tank, and had to wait there for four more, while the doctors cleared him for duty, much to there protestation.
The Major had signed himself out of the medical center. Began browsing through the current orders and missions and had found the General was soon to disembark back to Metellos to begin his infiltration of the lower levels. But this time he was bringing a full fire team with him at least. The fire team was to be lead by a Sergeant Shade, seconded by a Private Aldamar. The last two names on the roster surprised him. Both Recruit Andara and Recruit Rokahn were to be going back into that place again. Rarda smiled and thought to himself. "I don't know whether to consider that a punishment or reward." The Major laughed and headed towards the Generals quarters, where he had a brief discussion, that ended with him being assigned to the roster as well.
Satisfied that all was as it should be he had proceeded to the Armory. Rarda received a new issue of armor only after filling out all the paper work reporting the reason for loss of his previous set. The Quarter Master was even more perturbed when Rarda stated that he would also be needing a new rifle. With a few laughs and a few more signatures Rarda had made his way to the officers quarters and quickly changed into his gear. He went to his locker for one last item. The saber that Admiral Andarta had given him upon his commission as a Major. He pulled the hilt free of the scabbard looking at the shining blade before sheathing the weapon and attaching it to a set of hard points across his back.
Rarda had then made his way to the flight deck where he had spent the several hours filling out shipping manifest, and requisitions for the troops on the ground. Making sure that all the soldiers planet side had what ever they needed. Even as small of an operation as this was, the amount of manpower required to keep a army functioning was astonishing.
He looked down at his pad once again. Less then thirty minutes till the VAAT was scheduled to leave, and less then fifteen till the men should be reporting for assignment. They would then find themselves back in a place that had tried so hard to end there existence once already. Rarda smiled as he thought about it and spoke aloud. "Ah, its a good day to be a trooper."