The ventures and adventures

If I've not wrongly conceived, it has been a week, as people who live on Earth would call it, since I've reported. The stuff that can happen in one week. Peregrinations to Kamino, Tantive IV and more of them to Mygeeto.

Kamino was a piece of cake. After all, that's my so-called birthplace. The CIS (Confederacy of the Independent System) never stood a chance. Rotating among different classes from using the blaster rifle to the sniper rifle to the shotgun and finally the highly-esteemed Elite Rifle, I blew up those droids. I'd particularly be proud of gunning down the last droid of the CIS army there.

My time at Tantive IV however was comparatively short. Involving close-ranged combat, the Supers seemingly had the upper hand with their beleaguring missiles but unlike them, I had a brain and I fully utilized it. My tactic of playing the 'peek-a-boo' worked satisfactorily, ensuring my survival. Not a lot of time available to switch classes, though.

Mygeeto. One of the only places where any trooper stand a chance to acquire all 9 medals. Of course, frequenting the place has allowed me to do just that during my early days. It was only until recently that I received the Demolition medal. Tough to get them, though. But now priorities have changed. I'm all out to get the Elite Rifle. Many a times I've had to face droids, statistically ranging from 10 up to 30, alone. Those were the times where I really had fun. It was either shooting them down one by one while I guarded a command post, or doing vice versa i.e. capturing all the command posts while 8 droids chicken in the A.A.Ts. Once I actually bumped into a droideka, point-blank range; fortunately thanks to my perfunctory reaction time the guy didn't have the chance to roll open and was blasted into pieces by yet again my prized appurtenance a.k.a. the Elite Rifle.


Detecting by perceiving utterances of my comrades such as: "Now you got'em!", "Bulls-eye!" and "Great shooting trooper!!" has no doubt boosted the inspiritment of my ego. This is what I have to say to them, "My pleasure."
P.S. Promotion from Captain to General.

The rudimentary

If ever there was such a thing as brawny, it would be this. Nothing you've ever done would prepare you for it. The triagonal blaster together with the one-hit K.O. missile was definitely an enhancement. No wonder they are called 'Supers'.

The predicament is not whether you're prepared for it; the thing is whether you are meant for it. Yeah, the 501 troopers are meant for this. For coming combat, hostilities and bloodshed. Earning the Elite Rifle would be an honour. That's my bull's-eye. I'm primed to do that. Another round of suspension of consciousness; yeah, that's what I need. 501st signing off.