
Lost Tales of the Old Republic is a weekly fan fiction story, written by RepublicTrooper.com’s very own Tim Bertram. Tim is an aspiring author, with one completed novel already under his belt. Each and every Monday, Tim will give you a fresh installment in the Lost Tales of the Old Republic series. Enjoy!
“Good luck Dariz!” Gage yelled as he pulled his helm closed and switched to electronic communication. Dariz returned a thumbs-up and lead his squad out of the landing zone. As was planned Gage’s squad took positions at the edge of the clearing to guard the LZ from any Imperial ground forces who may try to prevent the landing. It was late afternoon and the sky was grey and overcast as if it might storm at any time. The landscape was that of gentle rolling hills in a forest of giant pines. Likely the only reason there was a clearing in this spot was that it was originally cleared when they built the power plant to land cargo freighters. The troopers were breathing the local air reserving the filters they may need if the situation changed. Smoke or even poison would be detected in a micro second and the vents on the trooper’s armor would close and filtration would begin. Gage took a deep breath and smiled to himself as he smelled to pines and other vegetation. Besides a landing for a reconnaissance mission on a planet with so much volcanic activity that the sulfur in the air almost burned out their filtration systems, V-22 had not been off of the carrier for nearly six months.
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