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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.

Tiberius Anar
Jun 13th, 2004, 02:25:20 PM
Old Town District 14 Elementary School- 22nd April, 0900 hours

Despite the the chaos of the Sovererignty's take over of the planet, life went on for Eriaduans. Traders traded, bankers banked, and, at District 14 Elementary School teachers taught. Class 6/Aleph was sat behind its desks for roll call, the teacher reading off the names in her usual morning monotone.

"Pleskar?" she looked up, "Pleskar?" she scanned the rows of children. "Does anybody know where Pleskar is?"

She received the usual blank stares of the class unable or, more likely, unwilling to hand over the information.

"Very well," she keyed the register to read absent and moved on down the list. When she had finished the teacher tapped in a command that caused the pupils' terminals to light up with the History textdoc. "Read pages fifteen and sixteen and answer the questions at the end. Your title is," she keyed the screen behind her to read Corruption of the Old Republic, "When you are finished I shall mark it for you."

As the class got on with their work the teacher wondered whether she ought to call Pleskar's parents and find out why he was absent. She was about to make the call, deciding it was probably safer for her career not to be accused of losing students, when what resembled a small riot had errupted in the middle of the room. By the time the children had been separated and discovered the cause (the pulling of a girl's ponytail by her avid, if some what socially innept, admirer in the seat behind her) Pleskar's absence had slipped the teacher's mind.

Danik Drayton
Aug 12th, 2004, 12:24:51 PM
Patrol Report of 22nd April 06.00 Hours:
Patrol Area: Old Town Fatoryville District- Abandoned Zone
Patrol Leader: Cpl Fincher, 1st platoon D Company
Patrol Length: 3 Hours
No contact with hostiles. The patrol failed to uncover any activity.

Cpl Fincher filed his report with HQ and continued to go about his duties. He didn’t think anything would come of the incident but inside he still had a deep worry stabbing at his chest. He had no idea what happened in these situations. He hoped the Colonel would try to defend his men’s mistakes if anything were to happen.

Tiberius Anar
Aug 15th, 2004, 02:00:27 PM
The buildings here were crumbling wrecks, remnants of the old days when the welfare of factory workers was second to the productivity of the factories in which they served. The hab blocks that huddled in the shelter of the massive factories had long been abandoned by families but there were still those that made their homes here. One of them was moving through the maze of passages now.

He was a huge, shambling wreck- much like the buildings around him. His large form was actually the result of the many layers of clothing he wore, rather than of a good diet, and was excentuated by his natural height- something like six foot five. He moved slowly, his back hunched as he searched the ground for anything of value that might help him buy another meal to prolong his life by another few days.

A sound caught his attention, off in the distance- a clattering of metal follwed by the sound of running feet. Quickly- fearing that he might run across one of the gangs that roamed these abandoned streets- he dived through a nearby doorway. He pressed himslef against the wall, willing the shadows to swallow him up.

After a minute had passed without further noises he looked around. His eyes were slow to adapt to the dim light in this dark room so it was a few moments before he saw the bodylying in the corner. He jumped slightly- not because he was unused to bodies but because the boy (for that was what, or rather who, it was) seemed to be looking at him.

He tried, tantively, to see if it was really dead, "Hey..."

Nothing. It must be dead. With that decided, his survivours instincts took over. His hands ran over the body searching for pockets. He found them to be empty except for a small wallet. Deciding it was best to be moving on the drifter left the dark room.

As he made his way along the passage way he searched the wallet; it proved to contain only a half-credit piece and an identity card. With a snort he took the coin and thrust it intohis own pocket. As he wlaked on he tossed aside the wallet- the identity card still inside.

Danik Drayton
Sep 29th, 2004, 02:33:14 PM
The identity card lay, half out of the wallet that for such a long time had meant something to someone. Its sentimental value now thrown aside, decreased to the level of its monetary value, worthless.
The shambling wreck walked on through the empty streets. The quietness swallowed his mind, his thoughts slowed as those of many a dead man had in this city. The thick sole of boot met the side of his knee. The silence was met by a screem of pain. The man looked up into pitiless eyes, those of a killer.

Tiberius Anar
Oct 14th, 2004, 03:33:11 PM
It was market day. A multi-coloured array of stalls filled the vast expanse of Sulbar Square the largest open space in the Old Town. The crowds of shoppers who had, for a brief time cowered as the Imperial Navy orbited overhead, now moved about as if nothing had happened, safe in the knowledge that the Imperial Sovereignty was now their friend and protector.

At one stall a vendor haggled with a customer over the price of a handcarved incense burner.

"Twelve," demanded the vendor.

"Eight," countered the customer.

"Eleven."

"Nine?"

"Done." Coins were exchanged the burner was handed over and business went on as usual. Little did the market goers realise that not far from them a being was struggling to safety.

"

Danik Drayton
Oct 14th, 2004, 04:09:30 PM
Stones flew as the thieves taunted thier victim as he staggered and fell. Dust flew up as his chest hit the ground. The noise of the market was near now, he could hear it.

The Sulbar Square was patrolled by local law enforcement. Thier presence merely to stop those disturbing the peace. Officer Tasna heard someone or something struggling down an alley. His eyes caught sight of a lumbering hulk slumping against the filthy walls of the alley. Tasna ran towards the victim. As his knee hit the floor, he fired two shots in the air. The men scattered.

" We need to get you out of here." Tasna lifted the huge man up with great difficulty. "Tell me something I don't know," came the reply.

Tiberius Anar
Oct 14th, 2004, 04:16:29 PM
Those near the edge of the square scattered in fear at the sound of blaster fire. As their screams were heard by those nearer the middle of the square panic spread. People ran, pushing and shoving. Parents clutched children. Stalls were overturned the stacked wares crushed underfoot

In moments the day had been turned to chaos. It was only going to get worse.

Danik Drayton
May 10th, 2005, 03:44:41 PM
A young Lieutenant walked into the Colonel Drayton's office, "Sir we've been getting reports of a large disturbance in Sulbar Square, B company have been deployed on public order duties in that area to control the clear up, from reports colaterol to the market is quite extnsive." Drayton nodded, "Very well, i'l make my way to the oporations room momentarily."