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29-04-2023, 09:52 PM
Entry One: The Method To The Madness Of Combat
*A rough beep can be heard, after a rough sound of clattering, and some interference on the mic, til a clear voice be heard, while the constant clanging of the device recording can be heard while the tape plays though, the sound of rain clashing against a window can be heard as well as heating.*
"My name is Dorian'kabl, now Corporal of the 7th regiment Imperial Marines, 1st platoon better know as 'SRAT', Or Special Response And Tactics. The reason for these is, I know many of my platoon feel the same way I do, the sense of being alone. We have each other on the field, but not in our minds.
*A pause would take place, the sounds of something being taken apart can be heard. Rustling, and sorts of noises can be heard.*
"But, I feel that whatever actions happen to me, or what I inflict upon myself, I feel that my family, comrades, and superiors, be that Sith or Imperial. Can see the path I'm taking, and so that I have my own sense of sanctity, while I fight for the Empire-..."
*A loud bang can be heard, whatever said would be unclear to anyone listening to this.*
"For whatever that's worth.. But with our recent deployment to Hoth, for an operation. Black Hammer, that was it. We were assigned to third platoon, while I do know them strongly, they are still comrades of my regiment, so there is a bond between us. While we landed a few clicks out, with some new faces.. They worked well, we have had a ridge line collapse on us, my walker and specialist Marcus and Noreli, where hit, I think only Noreli was wounded.. But that is going off the topic, after setting shop at our FOB, the third were not there.. The Captain, while I don't doubt his command I do feel we should have gone to find them, at that moment instead of waiting.. But we still went to look.. What we saw is one of the main reasons, I made these.. If I die by a foe or a friendly.. Or by the Sith.. I want my friends.. And loved ones to see this.. And have a last spark of me..-"
* A loud thud can be heard in the background. Quickly replaced by the voice returning.*
"There we go.. My DLA, inspected and ready to go-... Where was I with this, oh.. Yes, I die for the Empire, I will stand to my last breath.. But I understand why people defect.. Yes.. I'm talking about the traitorous dialect.. But, I'm sure every footsoldier has thought about it before.."
*silence would take form, not a word would be utter, the sound of the rain splashing against the window, and the heating in the background.*
"That one soldier.. She must be hating herself for making it."
*The holotape would end. Silence ringing true for a few moment.*
*A rough beep can be heard, after a rough sound of clattering, and some interference on the mic, til a clear voice be heard, while the constant clanging of the device recording can be heard while the tape plays though, the sound of rain clashing against a window can be heard as well as heating.*
"My name is Dorian'kabl, now Corporal of the 7th regiment Imperial Marines, 1st platoon better know as 'SRAT', Or Special Response And Tactics. The reason for these is, I know many of my platoon feel the same way I do, the sense of being alone. We have each other on the field, but not in our minds.
*A pause would take place, the sounds of something being taken apart can be heard. Rustling, and sorts of noises can be heard.*
"But, I feel that whatever actions happen to me, or what I inflict upon myself, I feel that my family, comrades, and superiors, be that Sith or Imperial. Can see the path I'm taking, and so that I have my own sense of sanctity, while I fight for the Empire-..."
*A loud bang can be heard, whatever said would be unclear to anyone listening to this.*
"For whatever that's worth.. But with our recent deployment to Hoth, for an operation. Black Hammer, that was it. We were assigned to third platoon, while I do know them strongly, they are still comrades of my regiment, so there is a bond between us. While we landed a few clicks out, with some new faces.. They worked well, we have had a ridge line collapse on us, my walker and specialist Marcus and Noreli, where hit, I think only Noreli was wounded.. But that is going off the topic, after setting shop at our FOB, the third were not there.. The Captain, while I don't doubt his command I do feel we should have gone to find them, at that moment instead of waiting.. But we still went to look.. What we saw is one of the main reasons, I made these.. If I die by a foe or a friendly.. Or by the Sith.. I want my friends.. And loved ones to see this.. And have a last spark of me..-"
* A loud thud can be heard in the background. Quickly replaced by the voice returning.*
"There we go.. My DLA, inspected and ready to go-... Where was I with this, oh.. Yes, I die for the Empire, I will stand to my last breath.. But I understand why people defect.. Yes.. I'm talking about the traitorous dialect.. But, I'm sure every footsoldier has thought about it before.."
*silence would take form, not a word would be utter, the sound of the rain splashing against the window, and the heating in the background.*
"That one soldier.. She must be hating herself for making it."
*The holotape would end. Silence ringing true for a few moment.*
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