Tavus Narrative

Tavus hooked his thumbs in his belt and flashed a toothy smile. “People, this is the new sergeant I mentioned. Ranked first in the Academy in Forward Assault, Search and Destroy, and Advanced Recon. It’s good to have you, Sergeant.” “It’s a real pleasure to meet you all.” She made eye contact with each one and wondered what codename they would come up with for her, or if she even wanted to know. Seemed almost a requirement to have one.
That seemed to mollify the commander. “Now, the reason we’re all here: A Republic transport, carrying among its cargo a ZR-57 orbital strike bomb, crashed into northern Avilatan six days ago. Recovery unit sent a team, but they were too late. Separatist forces had already stolen the transport’s cargo, including …show more content…
An act made all the more feral by his deep voice. Tavus was watching the exchange, but said nothing. Fynta was dead on her feet, but there was no way she would tell the lieutenant that. “No, Sir. Simply confirming orders.” Jorgan waved her away and turned back to his monitors. This was going to be a long night. While taking a moment to refresh her water supply her stomach gave a growl. She had forgotten to eat today and she was likely dehydrated. Instead of grabbing a ration pack from her own duffle she snagged one of the ones in the make shift mess hall, ignoring the inviting smells within and stashed her belongings in one of the empty rooms. All she needed tonight was her gear, weapons, and a canteen. It should be a simple enough run.
The fort was well lit, the moon was full and hung high above her head. It must be later than she thought. Fynta walked at a brisk pace, but having no knowledge of the terrain she wouldn’t risk going any faster. Tearing open the ration pack she resisted the urge to hold her nose while the slimy protein supplement slid down her throat. It tasted awful, but was an excellent source of nutrients. Within three klicks she had more energy than before. But Talloran Village was a long walk.
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