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Triple nines boots hit dirt first, and it was dirt. Though it stood to reason, why waste a perfectly good prefabricated base on the outskirts of a slum? He would hazard a guess that some of the equipment was almost as old as he was. The slums themselves older than he looked. He nodded to first squad as they broke off on their route, scanning the rooftops on the narrow streets. He could feel his boots occasionally getting stuck in some of the filth, that despite the warm climate of the planet still managed to make a nice squelching sound. This no doubt wasn't on whatever pamphlet the greenhorn had read before joining. At least he was a farm boy, so that at least meant that he wouldn't be worrying himself over some stained armour. 

He looked at the Twi'leks as they past, some of them pulling back into their homes. All of them looking malnourished, tired. It was the same during the Clone Wars. He sighed and shook his head, this was the problem with politics. No doubt whoever was in charge of this planet was some credit grabbing idiot, living the high life. Things were supposed to improve after the Clone Wars. The sooner the Emperor could throw off the old chains of the Republic the better. If the Emperor were to handpick squads, that would remove all possibility off corruption.

Triple nine looked back at the squad, barely worth splitting them to cover one side of the street each with the size of it. He clicked his mic on. "Keep an eye out Rookies, there's lots of little hidey holes. If I get shot in the back from one of your sectors my boot will be going where the sun don't shine." He turned as he saw a curtain move a couple of floors away, a kid peering through. Probably one of the few times he had seen a full outfit. "That said, remember what the Sarge said. Trigger discipline. Unless you know for sure it's a blaster being pointed at us, don't shoot. Last thing we need is to turn this slum into a warzone."

The attack on knowhere was un-expected, and unprecendented. It had always been a hub of criminals but they had been left as they were all in one place. What was the problem? Nobody could have expected an attack on that scale. While perhaps a cleanse could have been understandable, the wrong person in the wrong place. The Collector was a well known figure throughout space, collecting all sorts of items from all over the Galaxy. Though most of them useless artifacts, such as an old shuttle from a place called Russia. What could they have been looking for? What could have been so important that they almost wiped out the population of knowhere and took most of the Collectors possessions?

Though that was only the first attack. Since then planets throughout Xandarian space began to go dark, silent. No sign of a fight could ever be found just complete and utter destruction.

They thought Xandar itself was safe.

They were wrong. A lone transmission eminated from the planet.

"This is Nova Centurion Mexxa Rien to any surviving members of the Nova Corps. Xandar is lost, I am all that remains. If you get this message please respond-" Silence. "-Is anybody out there?-" Still nothing. "-If anyone reads me, I will bring whoever did this to justice. The destruction of Xandar will not go unpunished."

Dinosaurs? Since when did A.I.M control dinosaurs. Yes they were in the Savage Land but these dinosaurs were showing intelligence, working together and with the A.I.M agents. Though they were harder to put down. He kicked the closest Raptor in the chest, and pulled himself around the corner while dropping a grenade. How long did Fury say they had been here? Because A.I.M had pretty good control over them already. Something still wasn't right, and he wasn't going to call in the troops until he figured out what it was.

Though there was always Milton if things went south. Continuing down the corridor as the grenade exploded behind him, he went through the next door into what was a large storage area, multiple tanks held dinosaurs. He could see their eyes follow him in the room. Though something else was drawing his attention. There was a tank in the centre of the back wall to the room, there seemed to be... something else in there. As he got closer it became more discernible, it seemed to be some kind of pterodactyl with a more humanoid body. It was strange, had A.I.M been trying to make Hybrids? That never worked. 

Then it's eyes opened, and he froze rooted to the spot. He could hear them coming, though something seemed to compel him where he was.

It took all his control to raise his hand to his comm. "S-end in- Milton"

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