originally posted in:The New Dojo
"Sir, there's a shuttle nearby that looks foreign and still rather intact."
"Spéroe, investigate it."
"Yessir. I want ten men standing guard outside it."
"Sir!"
Spéroe and a few others from platoon 7 mobilized, as the seventh platoon's Colonel entered the shuttle, his modified AR-15 loaded and at the ready.
Meanwhile, platoon 4 had rounded up the captured Storm Troopers and thrown them into a pile at the center of the village.
English
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The shuttle seemed to be a transport shuttle by the looks of it, and, depending on how technologically advanced the Fate Weavers were, looked highly advanced in soem type of tech. Space tech, to be exact. Nearby, someone began barking questions at some sort of comm in the cockpit. "Anybody, report; we've heard gunfire near your position; what's going on down there?!" Someone asked.