Star Wars: A Lost Trooper

C12

I look upon the supplies that we have obtained from the ambush, and I am not disappointed. This is a major bust, and I can tell you that. We got a metric shit ton of ammunition and we got some grenades. We have more but I don't want to go into detail. The main thing is flares. We have flares. I look to the group behind me. I take my helmet off and smile widely. I lift the flare gun package as they all burst into cheers. Once the cheers die down I give out the orders.
Me: Alright get the boxes, let's go. We need to hurry if we are to make it back.
I put the flare gun in a box that I grab and set to the side.
Me: Alright, this is how we're going to do this. We take the most important stuff, and put them in this box. We'll take the impossible stuff. So that means a little bit of ammo, a little bit of technical supplies, a few tools, and so on
I watch as everyone places items in the box and eventually Chuck and Blast grab it. I walk to Chuck.
Me: Hey man
Chuck: Hey Ace
Me: Mind if I take that?
I point to his side of the heavy metal box and he agrees.
Chuck: Sure
He all to happily, but still slowly and carefully, sets the box down. I look at the box and notice that there aren't any wheels or handle bars. I look around the area and find a bunch of bags. I walk over and grab all of them. There was 10. I look to the group yet again.
Me: Another change of plans. We can't carry this the entire way so we'll put the supplies in these bags, sound good?
Chuck: Yes, thank you so much I feel as if I'm not doing anything to help, but I wouldn't be able to carry all of that shit in one box
I chuckle a little bit.
Blast: I don't know about you but I can do this all day!
D: I don't think that that would be a very good idea
Me: Cut the chatter, we need to move
I grab the flare gun and put it in the bag along with some ammo and a wrench. I let the others get what they want before I choose. They all get their respected items and I get the grenades that couldn't be picked up. I look into the hot forest and start walking at a slow steady pace. Within the next ten minutes the heat kicks in. I feel the heat again, and the same with the bugs. I listen to the methodical pace of our footsteps. The beautiful melody of boots trailing the forest. I never paid attention to the walking part. It's peaceful. It's different. That's just ok with me. I'd much rather be peacefully trailing the forest with the guys than taking heavy fire in a trench raid or patrol, and that's because I like the peace. I've always wanted this war to end because of the true horror of it. There is no specified way of fighting. Only war. When you think about it these two big giants aren't that organized. We don't have a convention or anything like that that limits the use of certain weapons in warfare but it's still not total war, it's everything. Neither army's have a specific way of fighting. It's unorganized. I look forward towards the direction of the cave area, and then back to the men behind me. Luckily one of the things we found is the parts for an AC system and instructions on how to use them. It's solar powered too. I'm still looking back and D notices. This results in an awkward five seconds of just staring. I look forwards again and then speak.
Me: I've never thought about how peaceful these walks can be, and how good that is compared to how hectic the patrols usually were whenever we were with the republic
Angel: Now that I think about it you're right, this is a lot more peaceful
D: We aren't following a set of orders, we aren't restricted on how far we can go, we don't have to be out here for a specific amount of time
Me: Yeah
Blast: I don't know, I've always liked the patrols
Chuck: Well that's because of your obsession with killing droids
They have a while conversation about it, but I just ignore it. I see the cave in the distance, and I just can't wait to get some sleep.