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The old man stared hard at the group of intent younger soldiers gathered around an old table and smiled inwardly. He never tired of telling the story.
"And with those three words our entire colony was thrust into the greatest war our people had ever known. The Conquest of Capricia."
And a small bit of sadness crept in for he knew the youngsters would only look to the glory of the words... the glory of victory.
New recruits hardly looked to the cost of such victories.
They had no patience for the memories of an old man and the hardships of the conflict to defend their homeworld. But they would wait a century for any tale involving the heroic Tyscio Korban, the legendary Jedi Master Solo, the revered Regent Leantre, the swashbuckling courage of Seth Vinda...
Sometimes the old man had to remind himself that the events his mind called back from memory actually happened. Some of those events seemed too...
unreal.
He cleared his throat and turned his head to spit. He growled to himself...at himself for such philosophical meanderings that truly held no weight and had no place with a good, common, down to earth soldier such as himself.
A war hero himself, though, truth be told he shrugged off the recognition, he privately treasured the medal the Regent had personally placed upon his dress tunic.
As a hero he had a choice of retiring but military service was all he had known and so, here he was, on Elrood (of all places) leading his old marine detachment for the late warship Judicator.
Their numbers had just grown to regimental size with new recruits straight from the Commonwealth War Colleges. A fancy name to put guns in boys hands and put them out to field.
The military was in a state of transition as the policitics of the new Commonwealth sorted themselves out. Many branches of military service found themselves used as pawns to further one political agenda or another.
The old man had no use for politics and so had taken his men to the very edge of Commonwealth Territory...
At least in one direction. The Corporate Sector represented the "other" end.
Elrood was primarily an educational and research center with buildings being put up as fast as humanly possible. Construction vehicles littered the grounds and several archeological sites had swarms of people milling over them.
A temporary barracks had been set up and the old man had barely begun to organize the new regimental base when word came that his regiment would soon have an officer to command them.
The communication from Commonwealth Command had surprised them all for the regiment considered the old man their boss. To replace him... him with some upstart, high born officer type stuck in his craw.
Still, he was a soldier and orders were orders.
And as he sat there telling his story, he vaguely knew that the new Regiment Commander's transport was due any time now. That was why he paid no heed to the drones of engines overhead.
At least at first.
As their whine became more distinguished he paused and held a hand to quiet the complaints from the soldiers as he cocked an ear skyward.
Not ours...
Even as the thought ran through his mind, he was suddenly knocked to the ground by the shockwave of a close proximity explosion. As he pushed himself up, he noted looks of surprise from the experienced and near looks of panic from the recruits.
Newbies!
He spat again barking out crisp commands that whipped the attention of his soldiers back to him and away from the outside explosions.
The familiar tempo of adrenaline picked up as he prepared to throw himself and his men back into the fight.
Bout damn time!
Mathias' massive hand grabbed the back collar of a scared youngster and pulled him alongside as he pushed through the doors that led outside.
Confusion was everywhere and dust littered the sky severely limiting visibility.
He did notice the blunt craft that were making individual attack runs, not more than a handful.
Even that though seemed to be sowing more confusion than Mathias had thought possible.
Hundreds being held in check by 4..... no, 5 craft.
Brilliant!
"Private!" he shouted. "Bring those damned batteries online! NOW!"
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The old man stared hard at the group of intent younger soldiers gathered around an old table and smiled inwardly. He never tired of telling the story.
"And with those three words our entire colony was thrust into the greatest war our people had ever known. The Conquest of Capricia."
And a small bit of sadness crept in for he knew the youngsters would only look to the glory of the words... the glory of victory.
New recruits hardly looked to the cost of such victories.
They had no patience for the memories of an old man and the hardships of the conflict to defend their homeworld. But they would wait a century for any tale involving the heroic Tyscio Korban, the legendary Jedi Master Solo, the revered Regent Leantre, the swashbuckling courage of Seth Vinda...
Sometimes the old man had to remind himself that the events his mind called back from memory actually happened. Some of those events seemed too...
unreal.
He cleared his throat and turned his head to spit. He growled to himself...at himself for such philosophical meanderings that truly held no weight and had no place with a good, common, down to earth soldier such as himself.
A war hero himself, though, truth be told he shrugged off the recognition, he privately treasured the medal the Regent had personally placed upon his dress tunic.
As a hero he had a choice of retiring but military service was all he had known and so, here he was, on Elrood (of all places) leading his old marine detachment for the late warship Judicator.
Their numbers had just grown to regimental size with new recruits straight from the Commonwealth War Colleges. A fancy name to put guns in boys hands and put them out to field.
The military was in a state of transition as the policitics of the new Commonwealth sorted themselves out. Many branches of military service found themselves used as pawns to further one political agenda or another.
The old man had no use for politics and so had taken his men to the very edge of Commonwealth Territory...
At least in one direction. The Corporate Sector represented the "other" end.
Elrood was primarily an educational and research center with buildings being put up as fast as humanly possible. Construction vehicles littered the grounds and several archeological sites had swarms of people milling over them.
A temporary barracks had been set up and the old man had barely begun to organize the new regimental base when word came that his regiment would soon have an officer to command them.
The communication from Commonwealth Command had surprised them all for the regiment considered the old man their boss. To replace him... him with some upstart, high born officer type stuck in his craw.
Still, he was a soldier and orders were orders.
And as he sat there telling his story, he vaguely knew that the new Regiment Commander's transport was due any time now. That was why he paid no heed to the drones of engines overhead.
At least at first.
As their whine became more distinguished he paused and held a hand to quiet the complaints from the soldiers as he cocked an ear skyward.
Not ours...
Even as the thought ran through his mind, he was suddenly knocked to the ground by the shockwave of a close proximity explosion. As he pushed himself up, he noted looks of surprise from the experienced and near looks of panic from the recruits.
Newbies!
He spat again barking out crisp commands that whipped the attention of his soldiers back to him and away from the outside explosions.
The familiar tempo of adrenaline picked up as he prepared to throw himself and his men back into the fight.
Bout damn time!
Mathias' massive hand grabbed the back collar of a scared youngster and pulled him alongside as he pushed through the doors that led outside.
Confusion was everywhere and dust littered the sky severely limiting visibility.
He did notice the blunt craft that were making individual attack runs, not more than a handful.
Even that though seemed to be sowing more confusion than Mathias had thought possible.
Hundreds being held in check by 4..... no, 5 craft.
Brilliant!
"Private!" he shouted. "Bring those damned batteries online! NOW!"