Danik Drayton
Jun 13th, 2004, 12:22:51 PM
Eriadu - Seswenna sector
Eriadu, one of the most important trading ports in the Outer Rim, lay where the Hydian Way and Rimma Trade Route crossed paths. A world was covered by industry. The air was thick with the mist of civilisation. The following events take place shortly after the Sovereignty’s take over of the planet. Within Eriadu’s main city, pirate groups operate without interruption, until local law enforcement units are assigned a battalion from the 95th Imperial Infantry. Led by Lieutenant Colonel Danik Drayton, the 2nd Battalion was cleared to use lethal force to end illegal operations. Their hunt centred on the Old Town Factoryville District, where patrols questioned locals and searched abandoned warehouses and factories, with little luck.
Old Town Factoryville District- 22nd April, 07.42 Hours
Two boys ran out of an old apartment block, its darkened wall could not hold them in. They ran down the back alleys. They often played at being soldiers like the men they now saw daily. One boy carried a stick he had found in an alley. He was envious of his friend, whose father had bought a projectile rifle to keep their home safe. This weapon now sat firmly in the child’s grip, he loved it.
Five men of D Company were on patrol near where the boys played. They walked down the empty streets. Rubbish blew across the pavements and dust whipped the sides of the buildings. A once thriving area now marked for redevelopment. The soldiers had no idea eyes smaller than their own were watching them. From a window peered the two boys; their weapons aimed at the Imperials. They made Blaster noises, ducked and then reappeared to fire again. A crack echoed as the projectile rifle let loose its carelessly left cargo. The patrol leader spun to see where the shot had come from as a chunk of paving flew away next to him. One boy dropped his stick, a look of fear across his face as he ran for the door that led to the winding network of alleys that would take him home. His friend called after him as shots hit around the window, he began to run and he felt a sharp pain in his back. The rifle fell from his hands. A door to the room burst open, dust flying everywhere. The men who entered lowered their weapons. The boy lay in the corner, no longer moving. The men sat for a long time discussing what they should do. They were inexperienced and scared of the consequences of their actions. They decided that no one would hear of the incident. As they returned to their base of operations, the boy who had fled headed home, not knowing what had happened to his friend.
Eriadu, one of the most important trading ports in the Outer Rim, lay where the Hydian Way and Rimma Trade Route crossed paths. A world was covered by industry. The air was thick with the mist of civilisation. The following events take place shortly after the Sovereignty’s take over of the planet. Within Eriadu’s main city, pirate groups operate without interruption, until local law enforcement units are assigned a battalion from the 95th Imperial Infantry. Led by Lieutenant Colonel Danik Drayton, the 2nd Battalion was cleared to use lethal force to end illegal operations. Their hunt centred on the Old Town Factoryville District, where patrols questioned locals and searched abandoned warehouses and factories, with little luck.
Old Town Factoryville District- 22nd April, 07.42 Hours
Two boys ran out of an old apartment block, its darkened wall could not hold them in. They ran down the back alleys. They often played at being soldiers like the men they now saw daily. One boy carried a stick he had found in an alley. He was envious of his friend, whose father had bought a projectile rifle to keep their home safe. This weapon now sat firmly in the child’s grip, he loved it.
Five men of D Company were on patrol near where the boys played. They walked down the empty streets. Rubbish blew across the pavements and dust whipped the sides of the buildings. A once thriving area now marked for redevelopment. The soldiers had no idea eyes smaller than their own were watching them. From a window peered the two boys; their weapons aimed at the Imperials. They made Blaster noises, ducked and then reappeared to fire again. A crack echoed as the projectile rifle let loose its carelessly left cargo. The patrol leader spun to see where the shot had come from as a chunk of paving flew away next to him. One boy dropped his stick, a look of fear across his face as he ran for the door that led to the winding network of alleys that would take him home. His friend called after him as shots hit around the window, he began to run and he felt a sharp pain in his back. The rifle fell from his hands. A door to the room burst open, dust flying everywhere. The men who entered lowered their weapons. The boy lay in the corner, no longer moving. The men sat for a long time discussing what they should do. They were inexperienced and scared of the consequences of their actions. They decided that no one would hear of the incident. As they returned to their base of operations, the boy who had fled headed home, not knowing what had happened to his friend.