Battles of the Chiss War

 Battles of the Chiss War  is a fan fiction based on battles during the Chiss War of the RPG site, Galaxy of the Force. It is created by GoTF member, Darth Validus. The story is based around troops from the Galactic Empire, New Republic, Chiss Ascendancy, and the Jedi. It is from the point of view from each side of the war and each chapter differs.

Prologue
The Chiss War started in 71 ABY with the Crash on Csilla. A New Republic Star Destroyer crash landed on Csilla killing 387 citizens and 143 Chiss Marines, causing the Chiss Ascendancy to declare war on the Republic. Before they decided to jump into a war that would be suicide fighting it alone, the Chiss Ascendancy called upon the other large galactic power: the Sith Empire of Dol Glorath. Sith Emperor Dracule brought this to the Sith Council who agreed to go to war. After an attack against a Republic outpost, resulting in a Sith victory, Supreme Chancellor Zahn asked the Jedi Order for aid. The Jedi agreed to defend the Republic and they both declared war on the new enemies. The Chiss War had started.

Chapter 1: Starting a War
“All right, everybody! Get on the transports! Doesn’t anyone know we’re starting a war?” the Sith captain commanded his battalions of Dark Troopers and Chiss Marines yelled.

The Sith and Chiss were starting the war against the Republic today; it would it be an assault against a Republic outpost on Gala. Emperor Dracule put Supreme Commander Matas in charge of the assault, which put Captain Runga in charge. Runga had chosen a dozen of his best battalions to merge with the Chiss’ best marines and attack the Gala outpost. It was going to be a day of victory.

Qurnin Son sat back in his seat on the Sith transport, reclining it softly. His best friend from childhood, Tru Vunion, sat next to him. Son leaned over to his friend and said, “I hope we both survived.”

“Yeah, joining the Dark Trooper Corps. better be worth it,” Tru replied.

Qurnin had and Tru wanted to join the Dark Trooper Corps ever since the Empire was created four years earlier. It was their dream to fight for the Sith and her Emperor and they were doing just that.

The Sith transport lifted off from the ground, along with the five others, and blasted towards the black sky of Dol Glorath. It blasted trough the thick atmosphere and threw itself into hyperspace with the others, heading towards the planet Gala.

On Gala, the Republic general Grondas Turan was checking the defenses and preparing himself for his mid-day meal. His daily routine has been the same for the past three weeks after being stationed on Gala. Grondas walked towards the anti-aircraft guns set on the large wall that surrounded the perimeter of the base. Soldiers nodded as he went by, each one knowing what the general was doing. Turan made his way to his meal next, but was interrupted by a Republic captain.

“What is it, Vrun?” Turan asked in a rushing way.

“Intelligence has spotted several Sith transports that have just come out of hyperspace. Requesting green light to engage, sir.” the man named Vrun said.

“Green light to engage, green light to engage,” Turan softly said. “Destroy them all. I hope Chiss aren’t with them.” Vrun began to walk away when Grondas grabbed his soldier. “Contact the Republic, too. Get Jedi help.”

Sith sat in their chairs with the intensity of the upcoming battle causing them to break a sweat. Qurnin was very nervous, as was his friend; his heart began to quicken its pace as he felt the transport maneuver out of the way of anti-aircraft fire and Republic fighters. A broadcast came on the ship’s communications link reassuring his thought.

“This is the ship captain of transport three. The enemy has engaged us in anti-air and fighter battle. Do not fret, we will be on the ground in several minutes.” The comm. went dead immediately after, leaving the crew happy, at least most of the crew. Several even unbuckled their harnesses in spite of the “good news.”

Out of nowhere, the ship rattled after a loud boom. We’ve been hit, thought Son. The ship rattled more and started to shake violently, as if they had hit major turbulence. Another loud noise came as the ship hurled out of control. Soon, a crash was heard and the ship stopped moving. They had crashed onto the ground.

Chapter 2: Assualt on Gala
Qurnin’s transport went in for a crash landing; it hurt him and killed many of the crew. Qurnin was subconscious for a little while after the crash. When he finally regained all consciousness, several survivors and rescuers had dragged him out to the safe rendezvous point where his wounds were treated.

Son was approached by a Sith Lord, the only Sith to accompany the group. The Sith was large and bulky, no doubt to his ability with the Force and a lightsaber. This Sith was notorious for his skills with a lightsaber. During the Sith/Remnant Crisis, this Sith Lord had killed many on Korriban and Bastion to help win the war. Now, he wanted his chance to kill other Force Users.

“Imperial troop, what happened?” the Sith asked in a low voice.

“My shi—our ship was attacked during the descent from space. The pilots said we would down in several minutes unscathed. Shortly after, I heard a loud boom and the ship started to move wildly out of control. Next, I heard another loud noise and several people went dead. Soon, we were violently spiraling and we stopped. I presume we hit the ground. Everything went black from then on. I did slip in and out of consciousness,” Qurnin replied with his brief story.

The Sith nodded. “Yes, I was told you were subconscious after the crash and you would probably not make it. It is surprising you have survived This meeting was not an accident. You will help me lead the battle; our captain is dead and you are his replacement.”

“What about my friend, Tru Vonion?” Qurnin asked nervously.

“He is fine, in the field hospital. Soon, we will ship him off back to Dol Glorath.”

The Sith Lord signaled for the new Imperial captain to stand. Son stood and followed the Sith Lord to the command post. There, other squad commanders awaited them.

“This isn’t our leader!” one of them exclaimed, obviously angered at the Qurnin’s new position.

“The captain is dead, this is our new one,” the Sith Lord replied.

Another one snapped, “Is he certified?!”

“He doesn’t have to be; I promoted him.” The Sith Lord was very anger now, he waited for another to deny his decision.

“I object!” the last commander yelled.

“Aye!” the antagonist said.

“Aye,” the last one also agreed.

The Sith Lord put his hand in the air towards the first objector. The squad leader, a lieutenant, lifted in the air and gasped for air. He started to spas as the Lord increased his grip. Then, a last attempt to gain air back into his lungs was heard, and his neck breaking subsequently followed. He turned to the others whose eyes were wide open.

“Any other takers?” he asked. The others both shook their heads signifying a no. “Good. We will replace the commanding officer later and he or she will be briefed. Now back to work. The new captain has decided attack them secretly and take out all major systems immediately. Next, we will take them out and finally, escape. A sound plan?”

“Yes,” Qurnin said. The others also nodded to agree.

“Captain Son,” the Sith Lord said. Qurnin was liking the sound of ‘captain Son;’ “prepare your forces to attack.”

Qurnin nodded. He hurried out of the command room to a small squad of troops outside. He walked up to the squad for inspection. The squad comprised of three Chiss marines and five Dark Troopers. Little did anyone in the squad, nor Qurnin, know that they would be together for more than half the war.

The squad, called Stars Squadron, stood in attention as Cpt. Son walked up and down the row of eight troops. They each asked themselves who this person was and what he was doing. Some were able to comprehend who he was and why he was there.

“I am Captain Qurnin Son. I am your new commanding officer for—well, until I die. You can just call me ‘Q’ until I can come up with a better name. Now, follow me into battle!”

“For the Sith!” the Dark Troopers yelled.

Stars Squad followed their commanding officer into the distance battlefield on Gala. Sith drop ships had been landing outside the Republic fortress for hours. Almost two thousand troops had arrived so far. The Sith troops had started a siege on Gala which would last for days.

“All right, Stars Squad, we need to go around and flank a large enemy artillery center near the Republic outpost. They have been bombarding and pinning down our troops since we landed. We have been given the job of stopping them so our troops can continue.”

Everyone nodded at the assignment given before them. Q led the group through the small forest surrounding the outpost. The artillery guns were placed in a large clearing several hundred meters in front of them. Chain guns located throughout various, petite bunkers in the woods started fire on the troops. Son took cover as well as the others. He ordered them to fire on any place they saw blaster fire coming from while he and two others snuck around to flank the enemy. The Chiss and Dark Troops gave the needed covering fire while three others ran towards the bunkers. There were three bunkers total. Son ran up to his and threw in three frag grenades and two thermal detonators. The inside of the bunker was field with madness as Qurnin peeked in and fire two clips. When he was finished, the other bunkers also were emptied. They could now continue on.

The three soldiers met back up with their squad. They continued to their destination and received no more resistance. Son heard the walked through the dense forest with his squad behind him. He was following the sound of constant pounding, the sound of each artillery shell being fired onto other Sith and Chiss troops. Imperial Star Destroyers could been seen in the air, high above the planet’s surface, bombarding surrounding areas that contained Republic presence. The pounding of the artillery became louder as they reached the clearing. Son moved his hands to signal where the squad should go. The eight soldiers surrounded the clearing and awaited Q’s word to fire.

Qurnin switched on his comm. to talk to Stars Squad. “Everyone, get ready to fire five or six clips at them. First, throw grenades and fire constantly. When I run into the clearing, you guys follow. Copy?”

“Copy,” each one replied.

“Fire,” Son said softly.

At one time, eight blaster rifles shot an array of fire at the New Republic soldiers fire at other Imperial troops. Many of the two and a half dozen soldiers at the artillery guns fell to the ground. The ones that survived ducked for cover and fired back. Then, the Dark Troopers threw their frag grenades while the Chiss threw thermal detonators. Son threw several concussion grenades, as well. Explosions were seen everywhere as the small clearing caught fire. The shells that were being readied for firing and the ones sitting on the ground exploded; many of the barrels had held explosive material had also blew up. The Sith Lord watching from the command center knew what had happened and could sense it.

Son got out of the clearing as he assumed his squad did. They met at the rendezvous point in the forest, near the bunkers. Q took a head count of the soldiers but was missing one. He recounted and recounted but he was still missing one.

“Q, Suxly is gone!”

“I thought we were missing one. I’ll go back for him.”

“No, sir, there might be New Republic troops searching for survivors or surveying what happened.”

“I’ll take that chance. Oh, and it’s Q, not sir.”

Qurnin ran back as fast as he could. He knew where he was going as his destination was full of smoke and fire. He reached the blazing inferno and heard a New Republic troop yell, “Corpsman!” Q followed the voice, going to kill the soldier so he doesn’t survive. Surprisingly, however, when he arrived at the soldier and put his weapon up, the one he was going to kill said, “Q, help me.” It turned out to be the missing soldier, Suxly.

“It’ll be all right, Suxly; you’ll be all right.”

Q picked up the wounded Dark Trooper on his back and turned around. Son’s trooper armor had been specialized to vent all kinds of gas into oxygen, including the thick CO2 from the smoke in the air. But Suxly’s armor had been damaged and he was hacking and coughing. Son struggled to get out, always running into different trees and bushes. As went on, however, Son used his senses and instincts to guide himself through the dense smoke. He made it back to his squad who took Suxly back to the field hospital.

Chapter 3: Taking Gala
“Captain Son, good job in destroying the enemy artillery. Anti-aircraft fire has decreased dramatically. I need you for one more daring mission before we take Gala.” The Sith Lord was very well known in the Sith Empire. Imperials, and others in the galaxy, knew him mostly as the only non-Imperial general in the entire Sith Army. The Sith Lord preferred to just be called Sith Lord, My Lord, or General; his name was not known to anyone, even the Royal Majesty himself, Emperor Dracule.

“Yes, My Lord, Stars Squad can take the mission,” a timid Qurnin replied.

“We have broken through the gates of the New Republic outpost but are receiving heavy resistance. We need you to go in and plant demolitions in the basement of the enemy command center. It is easy to get to but is heavily defended. We have found a secret entrance used for smuggling out leaders incase of an invasion. The entrance has been guarded by Dark Troopers so no one comes out and has been searched many times. It is safe. We need you to plant this demolitions and destroy the building so their commander is gone and we can mount a full assault. The building is the main reason we have been pinned down since entering the outpost five days ago, the building being a main barracks and an ammunition depot and much more.”

Q turned to his squad members who nodded in agreement. They wanted to do this. Son looked back at the Sith Lord and nodded.

“Get your squad ready. You guys will be taken to the front lines in t-minus ten minutes.”

“Yes, General.” Son stood from his seat and moved his hand in an up and down motion, signaling them to stand. The squad moved as commanded and headed to get their gear on and stock up on ammunition. Q moved with his squadron to a small room near the captured landing pads. Q tightened his boots as he checked his external and internal systems. Everything was good. We checked to see if all of his weapons were there, which they were, and fastened himself into the chair of the Imperial transport.

It lifted from the ground and turned to face its heading. The pilot moved a lever, which accelerated it while the copilot looked on the radar for enemy fighters. All around the transport, war was happening; AA guns were being fired at them and other ships and small skirmishes between troops were occurring. The transport rattled and shook as it maneuvered out of the path of an anti-aircraft shell, which had just exploded as the ship avoided it. Son was afraid of the ship being hit again but his nerves were eased when it finally rested inside Sith lines in the outpost.

Qurnin picked up some of the needed equipment as he directed his troops to a vantage point. There, one of the squadman, DT-1107 or Mak, surveyed the building and gave a report of the defenses. Once Mak was finished, the squad continued to the secret entrance. Q ordered the door opened and showed his paperwork. The two soldiers guarding the small sewer door confirmed Captain Son and let his squad in.

They crawled into the dense, eerie, moist tunnel on their hands and knees. Each soldier attempted to keep the dirty water out of the special equipment they held. The only light dispersed from the tunnel when the sewer door closed shut behind them. Son flipped on his flashlight.

“Div, turn on your flashlight, too,” Q commanded to the sniper three people behind him. The Chiss at the end of the row of troops also turned on his flashlight. Rats were seen scurrying away in fear of the sudden burst of light.

“Damn rat!” Div yelled at a rat that unsuccessfully attempted to put out his flashlight.

“Shh,” Son ordered; he didn’t want the Republic to hear them coming.

Stars Squad continued down the sewer. Q could not believe that this was used as an escape route. That was good cover, too, because no one would ever suspect this as an escape route. Though, the Empire figured it out when they found certain checkpoints requiring New Republic codes to get passed. The guards outside the sewer entrance also hinted towards its use.

I hear the soldiers, Qurnin thought. “It looks like three or four are guarding the entrance in the building,” he said after hearing the conversation. As he got closer, the words of the soldiers became clearer.

“The bombardments have finally stopped,” a worried soldier said.

“I bet the Sith are planning something right now,” another said.

One disgruntled soldier added, “Yeah, and right under our commanders’ noses. I don’t get why the Republic puts so incompetent leaders in charge of the military. Can’t they tell the Empire is planning something?”

“We’re all glad of the Republic’s ignorance,” Mak softly whispered, kind of replying to the Republic soldier’s harsh words against its leadership.

Q put his hands up to stop his squad. They were right at the entrance to the secret sewers. Son had to think of what to do. The tunnel was still too small to bring Div to plant explosives and then back up. It would created havoc trying to avoid the blast. No, only a miracle would help them enter quietly. Then that miracle came.

Three more soldiers appeared in the room. It was a high-ranking officer escorted by two other New Republic guards. The officer began to talk to the troops standing guard. Qurnin eavesdropped on the soldiers threw the small cracks in the sewer door.

“The Sith are launching another attack and we need more troops to counter it. They won’t take this building but I am required to take away soldiers from posts that have an amount of troops exceeding the normal limit. This post only needs one. So, you three follow me.” The officer moved towards the one left behind, the worried and cowardly soldier. He put his hands on the troop’s arm. “Private, guard this entrance with your life. We feel the Imperials have found the entrance and know what its purpose is.”

“Aye, aye,” the New Republic Private said, nodding his head. Q could see his hands shaking at the unenthusiastic words of the officer. He picked up his gun and keep his finger away from the trigger, fearing one noise would frighten him enough fire uncontrollably. Q waited for the other troops to leave; this was the break he was hoping for.

“Three, two one!” Son said softly over the comm. He bashed down the small door and knocked over the guard. The enemy troop panicked and his weapon flew his hands. The hand-to-hand and blade combat specialist (his nick name being Killer for how easy he could kill someone without a weapon), sliced the troop’s neck with a vibroblade. They were in.

The room they had entered was underground and in the basement. It was a dead end and perfect disguise for an escape route entrance. From the outside of the sewer, it looked like the sewer was any old sewer used to throw dirty water in and the room seemed to be a laundry room and water pump room for the building. The only odd thing anyone would find would be the guard or guards by the sewer entrance. The sewer exit in the forest was not seen from the entrance in the building.

“All right, Mak, look out for troops coming. Take Killer to capture any sentries for questioning.”

“Yes, Q,” Mak replied. He looked at Killer and Killer nodded back. Killer was a Chiss Marine that graduated at the top of his class for hand-to-hand combat and second for blade combat. He loathed conventional weapons and blasters and preferred to do what he could with his gift of fighting and dueling. The two ran to a wall and did as ordered.

Two minutes later, they brought back a soldier sent to find out what the loud noise was. It seemed that they either heard the entrance being bashed down or the weapon flying into the wall. It didn’t matter which one, however, and Q got his prisoner. They strapped the soldier to a chair and covered his eyes and then covered his mouth when needed.

“What is your name?” Son questioned. There was no answer. “What is your god damn name?!”

“PFC Rite Groshin,” he hesitated to answer.

“So, you are a private first class, eh?” Q paced up and down the small room they were in, continuing past the chair each time by. “Why were you coming this way?”

“We heard a loud boom and I was sent to investigate. We figured it was a weapons malfunction or an artillery shell hit the building.” The soldier’s voice had become timid. It was apparent that he thought he was going die; that was true.

“Killer, hit him several times.”

Killer nodded and ran over to the troop. Div covered his mouth up again to stop screaming. Killer hit him in the stomach and then in the head several times. Q signaled for him to stop after three blows to the head. Killer terminated and backed off towards his original spot by the wall. Son walked back up to the prisoner to ask him a final question.

“Where is the weakest part of the building?”

“I do—don’t know. I’m not a technician or engineer,” the soldier stated, knowing that the Sith wasn’t getting the answer he wanted.

“You’re lying! Killer, hit him!”

“Yes, sir,” the blue-skinned marine resentfully said while walking up to the soldier. He didn’t like the punching of a defenseless person; Killer rather wanted to attack someone that would be a challenge. He did as ordered, though, and punched the soldier. Killer made the man stand with the chair and kneed him in the groin. The man fell to the ground as Qurnin reached for Killer’s fist to end the torture. Two other soldiers picked him up and placed him upright.

“I will ask one more time. Where is the weakest part of the building?”

“I said I don’t know!” the soldier yelled.

“Then I have no choice.” Q picked his rifle and placed it at the head of the hysterical soldier. The man was sweating while eying the blaster rifle that was about to put a round clean through his head. He finally broke.

“Okay, okay! I may know somewhere. I heard some technicians talking earlier about four support beams three rooms from here. They were the weakest part of this structure.”

“Thank you,” Q said as he eased his hand from the trigger. The New Republic soldier let out a gasped of air in gratitude. He wasn’t going to die! Or so he though. Swiftly, Son pulled the trigger that killed the prisoner of war. As the troop’s lifeless head fell to the side, with brain matter dripping out the entrance and exit wounds, Q knocked the body over, causing the limbs to flap mildly. He turned to Stars Squad and said, “You heard the man, three rooms down, and quiet!”

Q moved to the door to open it when he heard a, “No!” from a reluctant squad man. It was Xion. He looked at the captain with an anxious face. It was an impulsive denial that the soldier gave. Xion was a Dark Trooper, a PFC to be exact, and he was always known for talking back and not following orders.

Q walked up to the soldier and asked, “Private Xion, why shouldn’t I continue?” Xion mumbled something unintelligibly. “Speak up, son,” Qurnin ordered.

“My sensors pick up many New Republic soldiers in the next rooms. I think it’s a trap. There may be too many casualties.”

“There’ll be casualties all right, and it won’t be from no stinking New Republic troop.” Son dropped his gun and put his fists up to punch Xion. Div and Mak ran to hold their commanding officer back.

“We don’t need any friendly fire,” Killer added; “if anyone is going to be punched, I’ll be the one doing it, and it’ll be the Republic troops, like that one, being hit.”

Q backed off after Killer’s words. Mak let go but Div made sure that he wasn’t bluffing. Q nodded to reassure the Chiss that he wouldn’t do anything. Div slowly eased off as Son brushed past him to the door, eyeing Xion on his way. “Let’s move out.”

The soldiers followed their leader into the next room. No one. It looks like Xion’s theory was incorrect. Xion came over to slice the next door. He was the tech and security specialist after all. The door slide open. But to everyone’s surprise, excluding Xion, there were seven New Republic troops in the room.

The enemy troops looked at the Dark Troopers and Chiss with great surprise. “They must have killed Jon!” one yelled, probably referring to the troop Qurnin had previously interrogated. “Get them!” another troop added.

The New Republic soldiers flipped over the tables and chairs in the room to take cover. Stars Squad members threw grenades and also took cover. The grenades killed most but some were still left. Those damn grenades are going to bring some unwanted business, Q thought, alluding to more Republic soldiers, and maybe even any Jedi in the building.

Q turned the corner of the door and shot three rounds with his rifle. “I’m out; I need more clips,” he said to the soldier next to him. Mak handed two of his clips to Son. Q took the empty one out and subsequently slapped the other in, locking it into place. The loaded a round into the chamber and peeked around the same corner to fire on a soldier. Head shot! The soldier Q targeted was dead and only one remained. Div, across from him on the other side of the door, put his rifle in the air as Mak and Son fired on the last troop. They deliberately stopped firing to get the soldier to peek his head up. The Republic troop did as planned and Div put a blaster bolt clean through the troops head.

“All right, lock up all doors leading to this room except the one we need to get through. I need more clips for later firefights.”

“I have extras,” a Chiss said. “Here you go.” The Chiss marine handed the Dark Trooper his extra clips, five, and nodded. Q said nodded also to thank the blue-skinned man. Son sat down as Xion locked down the doors. He cleaned his rifle, a beautiful new rifle made for the war. He wasn’t sure the name, though it was a nice, smooth firing, semi-automatic blaster rifle produced by the Empire and the schematics were drawn up by the best Sith scientists. The rifle became standard for the Dark Trooper, and even some Chiss marines.

Q looked at Xion who was finished. He nodded to go ahead as he put away the cloth he was cleaning the rifle with. Son stood and waited for the door to open. It did and revealed the four beams he was told about. The soldiers there were frightened technicians who had heard the firefight. They waited for Dark Troopers to storm in and take control. The technicians put their hands in the air immediately.

“Kill them,” Qurnin commanded. Killer and Div moved towards the two techs and fired their rifles into each one’s torso. The technicians’ lifeless bodies fell to the ground next to one another. Div and Killer came back to help plant the bombs.

Div handed a bomb to Xion, the second most experienced man in the squad with explosives. It was a large charge that was universally known to everyone in the galaxy. Made by Czerka Arms, the Z4 explosions could be detonated by remote or timed. They were the best bombs in the galaxy. The only flaw was bad fuse in some products and the delayed explosion time, which caused many to think the bomb was a dud, going to check it and attempt to fix the problem, and then the person dieing in the explosion. Q wanted it timed.

“The clock is set to ten standard minutes, Q. We need to get out know; the explosion could enter the sewers while we are still in it, killing us all.” Xion looked at Son who agreed.

“Let’s move out.”

Stars Squad ran through the rooms back to the entrance. But as they passed the second room, into the small hallway before the room with the exit to the sewers, three Republic soldiers opened fire. “Take cover!” a Dark Trooper yelled. Q shot two of the soldiers before being hit in the arm. “Sir! Q! We’ll save you.” Div ran over as Mak shot the last New Republic troop. He picked his head up with his hands.

“He’ll be okay. It’s only a minor wound,” Div said reassuringly.

Xion grunted and snarled at Div, “We have to keep moving, the bomb will be exploding in eight minutes.”

“Calm down, Xion,” Mak said. “Can you stand, Q?”

Most of yellow part of Son’s Dark Trooper armor, the color of his rank, was blown away from the blaster bolt wound and the remaining color was mostly black from carbon scoring. Div patched it up and Qurnin stood. They continued to walk towards the sewer entrance and made it. They crawled all the way back in record time, still encountering the rats and other vermin from before. Q shut the door behind them at the entrance.

“Did you guys do it?” one of the guards asked. A sudden explosion from inside the outpost’s walls answered that question. The building toppled to the ground. “Never mind,” he said.

“Good job, guys,” Q said to his squadron who was congratulating one another. Qurnin walked to Xion. “Command will be hearing about this,” he said rudely.

Stars Squad walked back to the command center. They met warm showers and good meals, followed by some well-earned rest. For Q, however, he didn’t get to sleep just yet. He had to give his report to the Sith Lord.

“My Lord,” he started, “we have destroyed the building.”

“I know, we could see the explosion from here. Well done, Captain Son. Imperial and Chiss troops should have the outpost by morning and resistance should be crushed in two days at maximum. Go rest and tomorrow morning we will ship you and your squad back to Dol Glorath. You will all receive medals.”

“Thank you, My Lord,” Q said. He walked back to the temporary barracks and found an empty bunk. He took off his dirty Dark Trooper armor and unwrapped his bandaged arm. Son picked up his knife and cut a piece of cloth from the bed sheets. He wrapped it around as a new, clean bandage on his wound. Finally, after a long day, he went to sleep, dreaming about the celebration he would receive back home.