It has been so busy lately I haven’t had time to write in this. Since I last wrote we’ve been deployed three times I think. I’ll have to go through the records to figure out. First stop was Ord Mantell for reequipping and retraining. We have a large number of new troopers in my platoon. Its now a waiting game to see who will be here in a month and who will be transferred or sent home.
We were deployed to a planet I had never heard before, Hasiera. A small world built around mining and drilling for minerals. Reasons are as they always are, the Empire is there and doesn’t want to leave and we’re sent in to make them leave. You know its going to be a rough deployment when you crash on to the planet. Our gunship took massive AAA fire as we were landing and came in hard. We were sent in to take the guns out. First squad went into the quarry while I went with third squad to provide over-watch. Took out the guns and I nearly had a heart attack when a SAM tank shot at my Vy overhead.
The invasion kept going and every day made it clear how bad SIS underestimated the enemy’s strength. More Troopers than you can shake a stick at with a generous helping of Sith. Then came Hira, the capital. We were assaulting the Southern approach and tasked with taking the starport. All was well until the remaining Imperials on the planet all made a bee line for our position. We had to have the entrance destroyed and the rest of us evacuate to a cruiser in orbit. I invariably had my ass chewed out for that.
Now we are on Tatooine. Fighting Imperial trained insurgents. I don’t know why they are here. Maybe something from before the war. Regardless, they’re here and we are here to eliminate them. We found out the other day just how well trained and armed these insurgents are. A large group, probably platoon strength in size assaulted the FOB. They started the whole thing with BANTHAS. Three of them, one of them exploding right next to us. It wounded Doctor Arnasi pretty bad. Then it just got worse. The insurgents on the other side of the base were able to knock out half a squad and push into the base. We managed to take them out, but damn. These Insurgents aren’t your rag tag group of irate farmers. The Imperials have to be training and arming them. This isn’t going to be an easy deployment, that is for certain.
To end on a bright spot, since I last wrote, I am no longer dating. Vyen’a has now been elevated to fiancée status. She proposed to me a while back. Not sure when we’ll get married, not for a long while. There is still so much happening and I’d really like to have something of a normal wedding. I know mom would kill me if anything but would happen. So until then, I’ll enjoy this the best I can.
Jerax was sitting at his desk on the Hyperion, going over the dossiers of the new transfers to his unit. He fiddled with the ring on his left hand, still getting used to something being on the finger. She was off on a run to some planet he had forgotten, a short run for some supplies. It was an unorthodox proposal in his mind. He was the one who was proposed to, though it changed little in his mind. The two of them were tied together, or soon to be, for the rest of their lives, how ever long they would be.
As the hours ticked by, the documentation Jerax was working seemed to increase in size rather than shrink. He was contemplating the thought of turning in for the night, his personal comm buzzed on his desk. Checking to see if it was his Vyen’a only to find a foreign number. He set it aside, sleep came first, and if it was truly urgent, they would call again. Unsurprisingly the comm rang again from the same caller. Deciding that he would entertain the person on the other end, he answered, “Hello?”
“I know it’s late, but is that any way greet your mother?”
“Alive? I thought you would have more faith in your parents?”
“Well, you guys went off the grid for a while,” Jerax replies, relief filling his voice. “I assumed the worst.”
“I thought I taught you better than to assume anything. You know your father and I can handle ourselves. We did give the Imps one heck of a going away present.” Taryn states, mirth in her voice.
“That’s good. Wait, what do you mean, ‘going away present?’”
“A story for another time, Jerax. Just know the Imps didn’t get away for tracking dirt on my floors.”
“Um, okay. So how is-” Jerax stops at a cry on the other end of the line.
“Taryn, who is it you’re talking to?” came a gruff, distant, voice.
“Hendrik, it’s your son.”
“Jerax? Let me see the comm” Hendrik stated as he seemed to approach the comm.
“Uh uh uh, you’ll get it when I’m done speaking with Jerax. Until then, the end tables need to be refinished.”
“Yes, dear,” replies Hendrik.
“What did the imperials do to the house?” asks Jerax.
“Oh not much dear, just wanted an excuse to get the tables recolored. So, how are you and the lovely young lady?” Taryn inquired.
“Uh… I need the family ring.”
There is a brief pause before Taryn exclaims, “Hendrik! Stop working on the end tables, I need you to go clean my ring.”
A muffled voice replies, “Why?!”
“You’re getting a daughter-in-law.”
“Who? Vyen’a? Put it on speaker. I want to talk with Jerax.”
“You can speak with him once you… okay, fine. I better be able to use it as a mirror once you’re done.”
“Deal. Hey Jerax, so you’re going to propose to Vyen’a?” asked Hendrik.
“Um… well, she already proposed.”
“So she proposed to you?” came Jerax’s father.
“Yeah. She drug me to the side, got on a knee and proposed. Gave me a ring, too.”
“That’s fantastic. When are you coming to get the ring?” inquired Taryn.
“When I can. I know you’re busy cleaning up there. Don’t need you to worry about housing us and rebuilding.”
“Nonsense! Your father could always use an extra hand on the house. When you get here, I’ll speak with Vyen’a about getting everything ready while you and your father go about restoring the arch and chairs for the wedding .”
“Mom! We’re not going to get married that soon. We’re just wanting to do this one bit for now. Once we can breathe again, we’ll think about tying the knot.”
“Alright dear, just don’t keep me waiting. You two have your father-son talk. I’m going to inventory the fine dishware. You get here soon, Jerax.”
“Don’t worry about it too much son, your mother just wants you and Vyen’a to have a nice family like we do.”
Jerax sighs, “I understand. It can be a bit much sometimes.”
Hendrik chuckles, “She does it with love. Now how are you lately? They keeping you busy?”
“Too busy. You should see the paperwork they have doing right now.”
“Fighting paperwork? Could be worse, could be a captain and fighting paperwork.” Hendrik remarks with a chuckle.
“Ugh, don’t remind me. Hopefully they’ll get me out of this tin can and onto a place where I can do something other than wield the mighty pen.”
“Stuck on a cruiser? And you said the Navy life isn’t for you.”
“Got to get to the battlefield somewhere. So, how did the family lands fare?”
“Better than the rest of Coronet,” Hendrik states. “Most of the damage was a few blaster burns here and there.”
“I guess the Imps made a visit? I saw what was left of Coronet during my deployment.”
“They walked in, but they didn’t walk out. So you heeded my advice?”
“I never disobey a direct order, especially from you.”
Hendrik chuckles, “Good man. Well I bet it’s probably late there. Hope we didn’t keep you up, son.”
“Don’t worry. I’m glad you called.”
“I’m glad to hear you’re all right. You stay safe and bring your fiancée home soon. It’ll mean less of your mother nagging me about grandchildren and more of her nagging you.”
“And the reason I want to come home is?” Jerax asks sarcasm in his voice.
“So you’re mother doesn’t go out and drag you home. You stay safe, son.”
“I will, dad.” Jerax responds before hanging up. Fatigue becoming too much, he can sleep knowing his family, current and future members, is safe.
It has been a while since I could pick-up pen and flimsi and actually write anything down. We won our last battle, but Vy was hurt. Bad. She is okay now, but I was scared. Afraid I’d loose her. The walker she was in was hit by an RPAT. It ripped it apart. One of of the Jedi that was with us saved her. I owe him so much for saving my Vyen’a. When we got to the ship the Jedi were working feverishly on her. I was in shock. Then they moved her to the tanks. I had taken it as a good sign. I sat there for a few hours. I would have stayed, but I needed to head to my quarters to unpack and return my weapons. Orderlies don’t like guns in med-bay. I came back and stayed there until they let her out. I was so thankful she was okay. Now she’s back to full health and her bright old self again. Mostly.
She freaked out again about me after the gladiator fights on some God-forsaken planet. She fought as well but only had a minor leg wound. I on the other hand, narrowly defeated my opponent. I collapsed afterwards and apparently was badly wounded. After a small skirmish after the fights we were on the ship and I was tanked for the first time. This is second time I have been badly wounded. The first being on the Chimera with broken ribs from a blaster shot to the chest. Thankfully my body armor stopped most of it. Anyway, she was freaking out. I had been wounded in places I didn’t think you could hurt or even existed. So she was very well justified. She took care of me the following few days. Rarely left my quarters except to get something from the mess hall or the med-bay. Just one of the uncountable reasons why I love this girl.
After I was healed enough, the two of us went to actually enjoy our R&R we’ve been given. Went to Nar Shadda to a Masquerade party one of our friends was hosting. Had a blast there. Vyen’a dressed up as my sexy slave (Got to love that girl) and I as a Alderaanian noble. Met with the hostesses and then this idiot blurts out that he had some massive bounty on his head to impress some twi’lek Jedi. idiocy does not begin to describe. But to his salvation the barge was mostly empty and the hostesses were not allowed to kick his ass until he left the barge. Was a rather fun night, oh wait. Cannot forget Vyen’a giving Sedryn, a Jedi in the Marran, a proper taste of what a woman can provide. She went up and against his protests, shoved his face into her breasts (Can you say, awesome girlfriend?) and held him there. To say he was broken after that was probably an understatement. All in all it was a blast. good way to use up some of one’s R&R.
Now with my R&R coming to an end. It is back to training and missions. The Empire is on the ropes on Corellia and we look to be preparing to help finish them off. I’ll be glad to back to Corellia. Can actually make a difference. Have not heard anything from my family, but the Empire probably still controls the Holonet on Corellia. We’ll just have to see what comes our way. We always manage to pull through.
((Finally writing more here. Not sure when I will write something else. Just have to see about School and in-game matters.))
It’s been a while since i wrote in here and it may be my last. We’ll be assaulting the Traitors that fled after a failed coup in a few hours. Our armada against theirs and our land army against theirs. No faction, Empire and Republic working together on both sides. Only difference is they’re traitors bent on genocide.
Vy isn’t taking this all too well. I can tell she fears the worst. I don’t blame her. We’re going up against a bastion. Heavily fortified. Our only benefit is that the Traitors have only had a few weeks to prepare any defense. I just hope when I told Vy that we’ll make it through, that it will be the truth. A lot of men won’t come back today. I just hope my men aren’t a part of them.
The screen flickers to life and the image of a man in blue, fumbling with the recording device appears.
“Come on, stay put you stupid thing.” The man leans back to show the man’s identity, a one Jerax Teral. He’s in his dress blues with a guitar in his lap looking at the camera.
“Hey Vy, if you’re getting this, I want to let you know that I still love ya. No matter how far you are from me. When you get back, I’ll be waiting for you. Clear your head and come back to me. You’ll always be wanted.”
Jerax looks down at his guitar and strums a few tuning notes before begining to play a slow song. Jerax looks into the camera before singing, “You know I’d fall apart without you
I don’t know how you do what you do
‘Cause everything that don’t make sense about me
Makes sense when I’m with you.”
“Like everything that’s green, girl I need you
But it’s more than one and one makes two
Put aside the math and the logic of it
You gotta know you’re wanted too.”
Jerax closes his eyes and looks down to his guitar, getting into the song, “‘Cause I wanna wrap you up
Wanna kiss your lips
I wanna make you feel wanted
And I wanna call you mine
Wanna hold your hand forever
Never let you forget it
Yeah, I wanna make you feel wanted.”
“Anyone can tell you you’re pretty,” Jerax breathes, “Yeah,” before singing, “And you get that all the time, I know you do
But your beauty’s deeper than the makeup
And I wanna show you what I see tonight.”
“When I wrap you up
When I kiss your lips
I wanna make you feel wanted
And I wanna call you mine
Wanna hold your hand forever
Never let you forget it
‘Cause baby I wanna make you feel wanted.”
“As good as you make me feel
I wanna make you feel better
Better than your fairy tales
Better than your best dreams
You’re more than everything I need
You’re all I ever wanted
All I ever wanted,” Jerax sings as he let’s the song fade before coming back,
“And I just wanna wrap you up
Wanna kiss your lips
I wanna make you feel wanted
And I wanna call you mine
Wanna hold your hand forever
And never let you forget it
Yeah, I wanna make you feel wanted
Baby I wanna make you feel,” Jerax pauses, “Wanted.”
Jerax strums the end of the song singing, “You’ll always, be wanted,” ending the song on a chord.
Jerax looks back into the cammera and smiles into the camera, “Vy, come back to me. Just take care of yourself. My arms will always be open for you. Love you forever.”
Jerax moves closer to the camera, only his shirt can be seen before the feed flickers off.
((Song “Wanted” By Hunter Hayes. Listen to it for all teh feelz http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ruyaKdPfTN4))
The 7th is being called up to assist the Marran on some space station. I have no idea why. It’s short notice and I’m only able to muster a handful of troopers. It’s close quarters so it’ll be brutal. This isn’t a job for us. The only reason I can think of them using us is we’re the only ones available. I can only pray we don’t have any losses or major injuries. It will be brutal.
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Begin Entry 22.5
It was horrible. There were creatures in the darkness. The Jedi call them the Nemesis. Horrific creatures. Armor impervious to all forms of weaponry. On;y hits to the joints will down them. Most that went on board came off injured in someway. The creatures used outdated weapons, staffs and mortars. They rushed us blindly and what we didn’t shoot made it to our lines. Some we took down in hand to hand combat, those that didn’t stabbed those of us before being taken out. And the Mortars, all behind us were wounded by the mortars. It was awful. The Nemesis’ attack stopped and we pulled out after a warning went off. Half of those that went in had wounds of some kind. And Vyen’a. She was hit too.
I was probably too hasty in what I said. I don’t want to leave her. I guess I just need to clear my head and think clearly for once. I took her back to her ship. She can’t stay in that medbay. She hates that. She’s in her bed right now. I’ve been watching her all night. She whimpers every now and then, but she’s probably dreaming. I’m going to make it right when I see her. I want to before we go to Corellia.
The Entry ends there, but the next page is torn out.
Vyen’a, I’m sorry. I was wrong about what I did that night. I can’t excuse what I did. You certainly didn’t deserve it. If you still want to fix our relationship, then I want to. I want to fix what went wrong and make-up for every wrong I have done to you. I’ll be back tomorrow. We can work things out then if you want to. I still love you, Vy.
I’m done. I can’t take it anymore. I wanted to make this work. She showed up with a necklace from someone else. It was from Ihlrath. A Jedi of all people! She says it was just a friendly gift, but I know that Jedi has the hots for that girl. If he wants her she can have him. If he can put up with her and all the enemies she has then all the power to him.
What enemies does she have that would send an entire platoon to kill her? I was shot in the arm thanks to her. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I walked away. They can think I’m a bastard for all I care. I thought she was a nice girl gone bad because of a horrid galaxy. For a while I thought it was the case. Now, she’s just a bad girl. She’ll start fooling around when you’re gone for a few days. She can go back to her one night stands. I’m done.
I’m not sure what’s happened to our relationship. I came back from my meetings and I wend to see Vyen’a. She had a bandaged hand and was glued to the bottle. I knew something was wrong. I kept asking and she refused to tell me. I somewhat am regretting digging. After I got her to tell me, I couldn’t believe what I heard. Vyen’a had brought another man to our ship and bed and almost… I was shocked. That isn’t the Vyen’a I knew. I know I was gone a little longer, but if she needed me, she should have commed me.
I tried to tell her we’d fix it. I’m not sure if she believes it. She needed sleep before we tried to make it work. Try to fix things. I love that girl and I want to make things work. I just hope she is wanting to make things work as well.
I can’t believe it. It isn’t possible. Corellia. My home. Invaded. Corellia has been invaded and I can only sit here and do nothing as my friends and family escape to one of our safe-houses and wait.
I know my family can take care of themselves. We wouldn’t have been around for a while if we couldn’t. I just never thought I’d see the day an Imperial soldier would walk on Corellian soil and not be in cuffs. I can’t imagine what atrocities they’re committing. Coronet will be nothing but rubble by the time the Empire is finished.
The worst part is not knowing. All communications with the planet have ceased. It’s all gone blank. I managed to get a message from my family, but I couldn’t respond. No one knows anything of what’s going on there. The whole planet could have been slagged and no one would know. I hate not knowing. I hate waiting. But that’s all I can do.
((So this and some posts coming here shortly, are a backlog of entries I haven’t posted due to various things going on. By the end of today, I should be up to date with the entries.))
Jerax begins playing his recent missed messages, distressed by the news he has heard. He goes through them all and as he is about to give-up and make a call home, a message from home appears. Jerax immediately begins playing the message.
Before him is a middle aged man in his fifties, he has a rifle over his shoulder and a pistol at his hip. He looks behind him then looks at the camera, “Son, I assume you probably have heard the news and are probably freaking out. Do not worry we’re fine. The invasion has been confined to Coronet for the moment. You know as well as I do, that the Empire won’t stop there and they’ll be marching up our front step. We’re packing what we can. Making use of that emergency stockpile we have. We got some help from some… friends you could say.”
Hendrik’s speach is interupted by the angry tirrade of a woman in the background, “And I told you not to put the grains in that container it will all fall… ugh, Hendrik, get over here and help me pick-up the mess these droids caused!”
“Taryn, I’ll help you in a minute. I’m letting Jerax know we’re okay.’ Hendrik shouts back to his wife.
“Okay, dear. Make it quick though, these droids are proving to be more trouble than they’re worth.”
“Okay honey.” The man looks back to the camera, “Okay, now son. Do not get the bright idea to come here. The place is crawling with Imperials. There are resistance forces forming in the heart of the city. Seems like much of the fighting will be focused in Coronet. We’ll be moving what we got by ‘the road’ to ‘Tyrena’. There we’ll set up until we see what will happen. Stay safe, son. If you do get sent here, do not come looking for us. You know we can mange on our own, though if the worse happens to you, you know where to find us. I love you son. Watch your back out there.” The man finishes his speech and moves a hand to the camera shutting off the recording.
Jerax looks at the camera, a slight smile on his lips. He feels better that his family will be safe. They’re on their way to one of the bunkers the family has criss-crossing the landscape outside Coronet. He knows they’ll be safe, but he wonders who is their ‘friends’ they are brining along. Not something he can worry about now. The war is on and he’s about to be in the middle of it.