Kellan, Part I

==CHAPTER I==
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Explosions and the sound of blasterfire woke him and he immediately went for the DL-44 heavy blaster he kept as a sidearm, aiming precariously into the distance as the fog of a restless sleep fell away. 
It took him only moments to remember where he was and he put his weapon back in its holster with practiced precision.
The fighting was miles away and the campaign for Marrakesh was ongoing even while he and his team stood sentry at the edge of Y’Lia City, awaiting their opportunity. Given the sound of blasterfire, he figured it wouldn’t be much longer before the Republic forces and their Jedi were at their doorstep. Hours, maybe. Or minutes, if their air support overwhelmed the combined efforts of Separatists and his own Rakkasans.
Personally he hated the insufferable waiting, but orders were orders and his murglak of a commander wanted to keep his prized pet close at hand rather running off into the fray. Would look bad on him if Kellan got himself killed some would say.
Kellan Tau sighed deeply, wanting nothing more than to be bringing the fight to the opposition; he did sign up to be fighter after all, not a glorified door-stopper.
That was the problem with being the grandson of a Rakkasans founder, even if that wasn’t proper regulation which dictated that everyone in the field fights. To exude a measure of control, Captain Tamm managed to find the cushiest posting for him and his squad on the kriffed-up mess that was Marrakesh, an Outer Rim backwater with no real strategic value as far as he could tell.
Watching his fellow Rakkasans die while he sat idly didn’t sit right with him and that mere fact made him dislike the man that gave the orders.
Kellan sighed again, this time a deeper more exasperated sigh and stood up, grabbing his rifle from its place beside him. His friend and right-hand, Tehja, met his gaze as he turned to look out toward the city limits. Explosions and gunships could be seen strafing the landscape even from their emplacement.
”Any word from the rest of Havoc?”
”None. Still sitting pretty on their sectors, just waiting for the boys in white to show up.”
==CHAPTER I [Recycle]==
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Kellan Tau stood at parade rest before the hologram of his commanding officer, wondering quietly if he had ever disliked a being more than the one in front of him.
A member of the Zygerrian species, a race of humanoids notoriously known for having an influence on slave trade in the Outer Rim and valuing strength above all. While Kellan did not dislike his commander for this reason in spite of his reservations on slavery, he typically judged beings on their character and Captain Aako Tamm was very much on his list for his lack thereof.
The Zygerrian, despite his rank in the upper echelons of the Rakkasans, he was not much of a leader in the terms of what made the title have actual meaning. Often commanding from the rear when when in the field unlike many other officers, including himself or from the relative safety of his cruiser in orbit via hologram and issuing inane orders down the chain that left his subordinates more often than excruciatingly exasperated.
In comparison and albeit ironically, the Jedi—the peace-keeping order of mystics led their army of clone soldiers in every battle, some even becoming widely known for their valor skill in combat such the Jedi General Anakin Skywalker. It was the one thing he could accredit to the order despite his misgivings about the monastic way of life and their use of a so-called Grand Army.
Before he realized it, his mind began to wander back to when he first met a Jedi as a child, an old withering Twi’lek with a gentle smile…
"Lieutenant!" The boom of sudden authority in Tamm’s voice snapped Kellan back and he snapped to attention with the precision of a newly graduated Rakkasan cadet.
“Apologies, sir. Just thinking about the mission.”
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