Korriban's Missions: A Narrative Fiction

Korriban was as red a planet as Cormac had ever seen. The planet boasted a complete lack of foliage according to what little information the Repulbic had been able to gather on the Sith planet. Cormac leaned out of the open door of from drop ship, holding tightly to the railings above, and marveled at the rocky terrain below. Intel also claimed there was little fauna native to the planet, just the monstrous scorpion-bugs things with a lot of teeth. It was depressing, drab, and dead. No wonder they trained Sith here.

As far as Havoc missions went, this was a little more complicated. Cormac juggled three comlink channels: Havoc’s, the fleet’s, and the main channel that Colonel Darok issued orders over. Normally, grunts like Cormac only had …show more content…
“Everyone stay on the Havoc channel for now. Jorgan and I will monitor the others. We let them do their job, and we do ours.” Bless you, Fynta, Cormac thought before gladly shutting out all the extra noise.

The main line clicked as another link was added, and before Cormac could take a breath, another voice came online. “I had Yuun patch me into your squad so that I could keep an eye on your progress.” The voice was fairly deep with a hint of sarcasm underlying it. Cormac guessed that must be Agent Theron Shan. “Darok can handle the army, you’re my project, so don’t make me look bad.”

“Fine,” Fynta responded. “But keep the line clear and don’t distract my soldiers, …show more content…
That’s when Cormac realized he’d used Mando’a. It had become so ingrained in all of them that it didn’t sound foreign anymore. “Turns out it’s an easy system of morals to adopt,” Fynta continued. “And everyone loves learning new cuss words.”

“I’m still not convinced,” Shan replied. “Hey, are you okay, Captain? Your heart rate’s a little elevated. Unless that’s normal for a Cathar.”

“Perfectly normal,” Elara cut in, rescuing Shan from the growl that was sure to follow. She was Jorgan’s doctor, after all, no one would argue with her.

This time, Cormac decided to ignore the common sense part that said leave an angry Cathar alone, and opened a private line to the captain. “Just hang in there,” he encouraged. Havoc had begun making their way down a steep embankment that led into a valley of sharp rocks and ambush ready choke points. “We all know where the major’s loyalty lies.”

Cormac expected a dressing down for meddling in the commander’s private life, but the big Cathar sighed in response. “Yeah, thanks.” All things considered, that was the best outcome he could have hoped for, so Balic carried on in