Open Mimban The Graves of Mimban

[Dreedin Contelli]

Stepping off the cruiser, the IAF lieutenant looked at his surroundings, studying the once deadly and intense battle of Mimban. This battle had become familiar us among Imperials of all ages and ranks. The Galactic Empires pure failure to win the Siege was embarrassing, once Contelli thought a little about it. Other troops and ISB agents followed behind or in front of him, some speaking quietly, some taking notes. He had no idea why they were here. Why he was there, along with the other IAF soldiers, was to guard the scientists and the ISB agents. He wasn’t briefed however, on what they were doing. Nor did he dare to ask.

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Once it began to rain, Dreedin put his goggles on, which really didn’t make seeing any easier, it just made the water and mud not splash in his eyes. Charging up his E-11 medium, since visibility was not good and he knew from experience that you should always, always stay alert. Mimban wasn’t safe. Otherwise he wouldn’t be needed here.

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A few hours later, still researching. He kept waking in formation, until he noticed something.
“WAIT, HOLD FORMATION, STOP!” He screamed, but it was too late. The boom of a live land mine ringed in his ears, and he heated the last shouts of his squad mates. He rushed towards the sight of the explosion, searching for survivors.
“No, no… this place is abandoned.” He whispered, digging through the mud. He ended up with no success. He grabbed his com link and attempted to call for help, only to realise it was damaged in the blast. He looked at the survivors, one ISB agent, a scared looking scientist, and an IAF trooper rubbing his helmet and checking for wounds. And then his heart sank. The only way to get back to the ship, by a tracker, was destroyed in the blast. He knew die to the fact of the dead ISB agent who held it. They were most likely trapped on a mud planet filled of live bombs and land mines.

 

[Dreedin Contelli]

Dreedin sat up from his spot where he had been resting for the past hour, thinking. The others were discussing something, but once they saw him sit up, they all stared blankly at him.
“Well?” The soldier asked.
“You expect me to have already come up with something?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, uh, no sir.” He responded.
“Good.” Contelli said.
Contelli picked his bag and grabbed his blaster.
“Where are we going?” Asked the scientist, who obviously was oblivious to what Dreedin said.
“We are going to try to retrace our footsteps, if we can. Do any of you have working comm links?”
All of the others gestured “no” to him.
“Right then, let’s move.” He said, and began to walk towards nowhere in particular. He thought it wasn’t a good idea either. But it was their only hope. They were lost. They might be lost forever. But Dreedin thought taking a chance was better than nothing, plus it meant he didn't have to discuss anything with the others.