Raxus.
12th Regiment Barracks
Jon had arrived back on Raxus several hours prior. The days following the Battle of Dathormir had not been easy ones. They quickly withdrew from the planet after the witch queen was killed. They had won but at a high price. The 12th Regiment had lost over a third of its soldiers during the battle. They had all seen horrific things on that cursed planet. War was always hell, but this, this was something entirely different.
Many bunks in the barracks that had been filled a week earlier now lay empty, their bunks perfectly made. Each a reminder that someone wouldn't see their mother, father, husband, wife, brother, or sister tonight. Jon hadn't slept for more than a handful of hours since the battle.
He had sent a message to Kali as soon as he had returned. It was brief. He didn't know what to say, but it indicated he was alright and that he loved her. Those were what was important. He wasn't sure if she was even here on Raxus. Sometimes it took days for them to get back in touch with one another. He desperately needed her, but there was still work to be done, soldiers to take care of.
His regiment had been on the front lines the entire battle. He was beyond proud of their performance. They broke through every trick ever monster those witches could throw at them. They deserved everything he could give them. For now, most collapsed into their bunks.
Jon had sent his XOs away, dismissing them to visit with families and drink; however, they chose to deal with what they had gone through. He began writing letters to family members who would never see their loved ones again. They deserved to know they had fought and died bravely serving their Empire. The letters were filled with lies that threatened to break him. There was nothing heroic about the soldiers picked off by unseen arches in the mist. There was nothing heroic about the soldiers who had been crushed under tons of rubble as the cavern walls crashed around them. There was nothing heroic about being torn apart by nightmarish beasts. He would gladly bare the weight of those lies if it meant buying loved ones an ounce of comfort.
So he sat in his office, lit only by a single lamp on the desk. His hair was disheveled. eyes dark with sleeplessness, and he continued, starting another letter that would shatter another families world.
@LadyRen
12th Regiment Barracks
Jon had arrived back on Raxus several hours prior. The days following the Battle of Dathormir had not been easy ones. They quickly withdrew from the planet after the witch queen was killed. They had won but at a high price. The 12th Regiment had lost over a third of its soldiers during the battle. They had all seen horrific things on that cursed planet. War was always hell, but this, this was something entirely different.
Many bunks in the barracks that had been filled a week earlier now lay empty, their bunks perfectly made. Each a reminder that someone wouldn't see their mother, father, husband, wife, brother, or sister tonight. Jon hadn't slept for more than a handful of hours since the battle.
He had sent a message to Kali as soon as he had returned. It was brief. He didn't know what to say, but it indicated he was alright and that he loved her. Those were what was important. He wasn't sure if she was even here on Raxus. Sometimes it took days for them to get back in touch with one another. He desperately needed her, but there was still work to be done, soldiers to take care of.
His regiment had been on the front lines the entire battle. He was beyond proud of their performance. They broke through every trick ever monster those witches could throw at them. They deserved everything he could give them. For now, most collapsed into their bunks.
Jon had sent his XOs away, dismissing them to visit with families and drink; however, they chose to deal with what they had gone through. He began writing letters to family members who would never see their loved ones again. They deserved to know they had fought and died bravely serving their Empire. The letters were filled with lies that threatened to break him. There was nothing heroic about the soldiers picked off by unseen arches in the mist. There was nothing heroic about the soldiers who had been crushed under tons of rubble as the cavern walls crashed around them. There was nothing heroic about being torn apart by nightmarish beasts. He would gladly bare the weight of those lies if it meant buying loved ones an ounce of comfort.
So he sat in his office, lit only by a single lamp on the desk. His hair was disheveled. eyes dark with sleeplessness, and he continued, starting another letter that would shatter another families world.
@LadyRen