The Clone Wars: Aftershocks/Chapter 1

Trigg flicked his wrist irritably, mud flying off his black undersuit's gloves and onto the earth between his feet. A large boom echoed overhead as the sounds of blaster fire drowned out all other audible voices many paces around him. To his right, a hum resonated, interrupted briefly by the slight crackle of lasers connecting with lasers. He looked down at his armor, the polished white was dirty, frayed on some ends, and the red paint was peeled and faded from it's constant wear. So much for keeping your kit clean, he thought to himself.

He brought his left hand down to his belt as rain poured ever so steadily upon his helmet. He looked up, monitoring the weather for any hope that it would clear up soon, but a two second glance told him otherwise. His left hand made it's way to a holster attached to his belt, and out of it he drew a DC-17 hand blaster. "Osik," Trigg stammered as a red blaster bolt whizzed above his head.

The man pushed his back against the mud-built barrier that spanned many yards to his left and right. With a grunt, Trigg smacked his wrist into the side of his helmet, knocking some mud from his gray sun-visor. Granted that there was no need to wear such a thing in this weather, Trigg found it's uses to repel stray mud flying through the air better at protecting his vision than none. His mind drifted back to basic training, and the harsh commanding words of Wad'e Tayhaai echoed in his mind. "Sir, your orders! Sir," a voice came calling to him.

Trigg turned to his right, following the voice's presence. A man was kneeling there, his blaster resting on the top of the dirt, firing an array of blue blaster fire over the protective earthen shield.