Post by Draque on Dec 13, 2009 18:22:47 GMT -7
Ryloth, a barren planet forever trapped in a tidal lock. One side remains facing the sun while the other is isolated from the light and warmth. Plagued by Heat Storms on one side and a forever cold environment on the other, none other than the Twi'Lek people live on it's surface. On this very planet is where phase 2 of Draque's Elite Guard and various other Clone Commandos continue their training. Draque's Star Destroyer jumped out of hyperspace.
Draque entered one of countless transport ships. His contained a few of his Elite guard along with Kaeon. The rest contained more Elite Guard and the rest of the Clone Commandos. For days they have been training in the waters of Kamino. Enduring harsh currents and strong winds. It was safe to say they had no fear of the water. They were as comfortable underwater than on their own two feet. Now, they arrived on this barren wasteland. Why? They asked themselves. What kind of training could General Draque have for them here?
The transport ships are off. Over fifty ships scattered above the planet's brown surface. Each heading to their own designated location. Each squad, platoon, and even company leader aboard their ship instructed their men on the objective. They were to survive the inhospitable wastelands of Ryloth and rendezvous with the army at a chosen location on the holo-map. Also, the ship will not land...They'd have to jump as the ship lowered. Reluctantly, they acknowledged the mission. The ship's slowed as they each nearly skimmed the surface by at least fifteen feet. They leaped and rolled, being dragged on the rocky ground by the sheer momentum of their approach. Kaeon landed first, rolled and sprang to his feet. Unharmed himself, but a few of his men were not so lucky.
"Lieutenant , casualty report." Kaeon called out through his comm link. His men were scattered within a one-hundred yard radius. "Sir, Toby has a sprained foot, Jerek broke his left arm by cause of an ill-landing, and Iron-head's lost consciousness." replied the Lieutenant. "Order medics to take priority on Jerek and later on Iron-head. Toby's can hold out for a while. Gather your men and head for that canyon over there." Kaeon pointed to a large, rocky structure jutting out of the ground with a sort trench running through the middle. "We can take shelter from the heat there and regroup." His comm link out, Draque gathered his own men and headed for the trench. All they had to do was make it to the rendezvous point ten miles north of their position and the mission would be over. This wasn't the only visit on Ryloth for Kaeon. He remembered the vicious Gutkerr. Big beasts that eitehr trampled you or mauled you until you were nothing but bones. But that was just one creature. Who knew what thing or people they could run into.
Draque entered one of countless transport ships. His contained a few of his Elite guard along with Kaeon. The rest contained more Elite Guard and the rest of the Clone Commandos. For days they have been training in the waters of Kamino. Enduring harsh currents and strong winds. It was safe to say they had no fear of the water. They were as comfortable underwater than on their own two feet. Now, they arrived on this barren wasteland. Why? They asked themselves. What kind of training could General Draque have for them here?
The transport ships are off. Over fifty ships scattered above the planet's brown surface. Each heading to their own designated location. Each squad, platoon, and even company leader aboard their ship instructed their men on the objective. They were to survive the inhospitable wastelands of Ryloth and rendezvous with the army at a chosen location on the holo-map. Also, the ship will not land...They'd have to jump as the ship lowered. Reluctantly, they acknowledged the mission. The ship's slowed as they each nearly skimmed the surface by at least fifteen feet. They leaped and rolled, being dragged on the rocky ground by the sheer momentum of their approach. Kaeon landed first, rolled and sprang to his feet. Unharmed himself, but a few of his men were not so lucky.
"Lieutenant , casualty report." Kaeon called out through his comm link. His men were scattered within a one-hundred yard radius. "Sir, Toby has a sprained foot, Jerek broke his left arm by cause of an ill-landing, and Iron-head's lost consciousness." replied the Lieutenant. "Order medics to take priority on Jerek and later on Iron-head. Toby's can hold out for a while. Gather your men and head for that canyon over there." Kaeon pointed to a large, rocky structure jutting out of the ground with a sort trench running through the middle. "We can take shelter from the heat there and regroup." His comm link out, Draque gathered his own men and headed for the trench. All they had to do was make it to the rendezvous point ten miles north of their position and the mission would be over. This wasn't the only visit on Ryloth for Kaeon. He remembered the vicious Gutkerr. Big beasts that eitehr trampled you or mauled you until you were nothing but bones. But that was just one creature. Who knew what thing or people they could run into.