The eeriness of the enclosed cargo compartment of the LAAT/i was as dusty as it was hot. Trooper #1153 Grimly waited deployment. the climate control in his Katarn MK II armor barley was able to keep the heat of the smoldering compartment within normal levels. "Hey, Fifty Three," Forr chimed in, "how many bugs do you think i'll get to squash?"

  "More than I can count" Jay answered in a grim voice.

Suddenly the the hatches on the side of the gunship sprang open with there distinctive Cha-CHINK kkk kkk kkk as the sections folded over each other. "Theta! Prepare for insertion" their advisor chimed over the comms.
"as you've already been briefed, you're to take out the west wing of the droid factory" "gamma is on-route to destroy the east wing" "Yes Sir!" I answered. there were a succession of 3 beeps as the transmission ended.

"Alright boys, Oya*, lets go hunting" I muttered.  Zen, the squad's sniper, pounded his armored fist on his black and red armor'd chest plate. As I slipped the data chip into the back of my helmet and a wealth of information sprang into life on my HUD. I blinked twice to remove most of the irrelevant data, then loaded my DC-17m, slipped my DC-17s blaster into its holster and secured my helmet. I signaled for the rest of my squad to follow.

     The gunship slowed down as the pilot fired the retro boosters. The compound laser turrets came into life with a faint whizzing sound as their capacitors were instantly charges and discharged instantly. They cut down a group of battle droids and miniature spider droids.  "Engage rappelling harnesses!" I shouted then hooked my harness in and jumped out of the gun ship.

   The wind whistled as I free fell for 30 meters into a hole the size of an ARC-170 gunship, I felt my back teeth slam together as I slowed down and hit the reddish geonosian soil with a dull thud, half aware of my squad doing the same.  "Whew" I gasped. I heard a colorful oath erupt over my comm but i didn't have time to figure out who said it because the air suddenly erupted in a series of clicks and the geonosians charged.

   I drew my dece'* and without thinking fired a volley of blue-white blaster fire at a group of two geonosians, they crumpled like a can underneath the repulsor lifts of a T2-b tank. I heard similar responses from my squad and smelled burning flesh. I am a Commando, one of the republic's elite special operations force, and this was the type of mission i was bred for...

TO BE CONTINUED (spell check might of messed something up)
* oya= Lets go hunting in mandolorian
dece= slang for DC model rifle