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[h2][color=fff200][b]Location:[/b][/color] [color=778899]Southern Riverlands[/color][/h2]
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A huge Star Destroyer looms over a rich and lush riverland as troops continue assembling their new outpost in this new world. Regular white-cladded stormtroopers make up most of the population on the ground as they partook in various positions around a several hundred meter radius. While some took up guarding their new territory, many began erecting various buildings and walls to accommodate themselves and store valuable equipment on the ground so they don't need to travel back and forth from their host ship. They've already did some pretty significant work within the first weeks, having erected a make-shift command center, several large camps to house around 100 troops each, several mess halls, two landing pads, several armories, various watchtowers, and even converted three of their Y-85 Titan dropships to provide as temporary military vehicle bays for their land vehicles. However all of this wouldn't have been accomplished without the use of the nearby Node, the one which ultimately saved the lives of virtually everyone since it's discovery. Without it, a huge portion of the crew would've perished or succumb to madness.

Yet despite the hasty progress being done on the ground, most of the units are either up in the star destroyer looming over the land or in space with the other triangular ships in space. The command post is far from being ready to house and provide food for the thousands of personnel up in space. Several months are needed at the very minimum to finally have a proper running base instead of a little "village" of stormtroopers. The ground overseer, Darth Vader, has been tasked in keeping the project on schedule on behalf of his master's request. It was a boring and a rather tedious job just ordering the troops around to do this, collect this, do not fail the dark lord again, and the like, but if no one proper was on the ground to command everyone, then there would be chaos and disorder. But the troops have regardless been keeping on their toes and were busy like white little bees in a bee hive.

Near the very edge of the base's designated perimeter, a scout trooper going by the designation name TB-489, or "Falon", is guarding the east entrance leading to the complex, holding the traditional E-11 blaster rifle. He's been here virtually since the Empire arrived in the Array and has been restricted as a guardsmen at this point for the last few days. His speeder bike is back at one of the dropships in storage and has been dying to ride it once more only to be put back into place. Falon almost got on Vader's badside when he attempted to sneak from his position, only to hear the dark lord's breathing from several meters away and stayed silently in place. If he did, he most likely would've been choked to death by his "invisible" hand, or at least that's what some people "imply" when they see a soldier gasping for air and suddenly dying right in front of Vader's feet. It was a terrible way to go really.

As Falon keeps guard at his post, he sees another scout trooper on his bike, who seems to be returning from his scouting mission. As the bike hums to a stop, the rider dismounts and issues a boring sigh as he stops to take a breather. The trooper's armor seemed a little battered, mostly covered in mud with a dent mark around the torso. The guarding soldier glances at the biker for a brief minute before saying anything. 

[b]"You feeling ok?"[/b] Falon asks with a deep modulated voice coming from his helmet as he takes a few steps towards its direction, [b]"How was the patrol?[/b]

The biker then takes off the helmet to reveal a feminine face as its revealed that the trooper was actually a woman. She looked to be a tomboy, having a rough brown mullet as her haircut, along with relatively tanned skin, and light brown eyes. Huh, Falon wouldn't have guessed. After all, there aren't many female stormtroopers serving the Empire anyways, or at least to his experience and limited knowledge. He may have seen or heard a handful during his five year service, but otherwise he hasn't seen many, let alone in his rank. The woman looks at him as she breaks a sweat off her forehead. 

[b][color=brown]"Yeah..."[/color][/b] she says as she takes another pant, [b][color=brown]"I'm ok..."[/color][/b]

Falon couldn't help but to wonder why. [b]"You seem like you've came in a hurry,"[/b] he responds curiously, [b]"Encountered some wild fauna on your way back?"[/b] 

The female trooper nods, confirming Falon's suspicion, [b][color=brown]"Yup... While I was just finished patrolling an area in the nearby forest down south, three dog-like beasts just came out of the thick brush and ambushed me when my back was turned. I was able to shoot one of them down with my pistol, only to be tackled to the ground by another."[/color][/b] 

The guard lets out a sigh as he looks at her slightly-battered armor. [b]"Yup... sure looks like it."[/b] 

The female scout then continues after a quick sigh, [b][color=brown]"I got it off with a few good socks to the jaw, but I had to get outta there. While I was heading off they tried chasing me on my bike... and they were some [i]fast[/i] buggers too. Only way I was able to loose them was traveling over a large river, leaving them on the other side of the bank. I'm telling you now, I'm not going back there for awhile..."[/color][/b]

[b]"Sorry to hear about that unfortunate incident,"[/b] Falon replies apologetically as he approaches her and pats her on the back, [b]"But at least you made it here in one piece."[/b] He pauses as soon as the biker fully stands up, exhaling softly as she finally regains her breath. [b]"What's your designation code if I may ask?"[/b] 

[b][color=brown]"TB-726"[/color][/b] The woman quickly answers shortly after Falon asked, [b][color=brown]"But please, call me Serra... yours?"[/color][/b]

[b]"TB-489."[/b] replies the male scout trooper with an equally quick response of memory, [b]"But you can call me Falon."[/b]

[b][color=brown]"Nice to meet you then, Falon."[/color][/b] Serra responds as she cracks her knuckles with a pop and puts her helmet back on, [b][color=brown]"But as much as I'd like to stay and chat, I need to report my findings to my superior. See you around, alright?"[/color][/b]

[b]"Sure thing."[/b] the male scout trooper replies with a nod as she watches Serra enter the gates into the complex.

At that point, Falon simply returns to guard the entrance, the brief excitement having just washed away as boredom took back its rightful throne.