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Teran was getting out of his depth. He could not go on fighting for much longer. He was tired. Almost Exhausted. His lacking force abilites and inexperience were catching up with him, no amount of morale and fury could make up for that. Teran backed up slightly, letting the rest of the squadron he had accumulated move in front of him. He let forth one more battle cry before turning to a nearby sergeant. "Go! Fight for the Imperium my comrades!" Teran approached the sergeant who was directing a few stormtroopers around. "I am afraid I cannot go on much longer. This is a battle for true soldiers, not an Acolyte like me. Sorry I couldn't stay for any longer, good luck." Teran informed the soldier. The man nodded, turning around and joining the rest of his squad in reigning down a hell of blaster rounds onto the rebel forces. Teran turned back his back to the frontline, making his way to the dropships picking up injured soldiers. He trailed behind a retreating squadron of injured Stormtroopers, limping a little on his right leg. He had fought his own battles today and fought them well. That was enough for the young Sith Acolyte.