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  1. CT-7472 breathes a sigh of relief as he watches yet another turbolift rise. It was odd: he'd thought his assignment to Coruscant would be a refreshing change of pace from the unimaginable horrors of the battlefield. Yet here he is, under fire once more, and it feels almost... invigorating. He'd needed something, anything, to disrupt the monotony of the city, which had left him alone with his thoughts far more than he'd wanted. The clone turns towards the barrier, seeing the droids almost over it. Having barely slept the preceding  night (or most of the ones before that), he unslings his scattergun and charges the barricade. His opening shot goes wide, but still accomplishes what he sought to do - disorienting the droids and giving the other clones an opening.


  2. Brecor gives Kham a smile of recognition, slowing down just enough to give his fellow ensign time to catch up before redoubling his pace. "It's always a possibility. Our mission is to look for trouble, so it was only a matter of time before we found it." Brecor smiles as he shakes his head. "It's hard to know how to feel... nervous? Excited? A little of both, if I'm being frank about myself. If we play our cards right, remember our training, and follow General Lancestor's orders, this could finally be our chance to prove ourselves and serve the Empire. How are you holding up?"


  3. Brecor Sturit wakes up from a troubled sleep. He knew this day was coming. His first real opportunity to prove himself to his superiors. As he did every time he woke up, he began by counting his blessings that he had been assigned to a ship as large and formidable as the Harbinger. Ever since he was a child, he had dreamed of commanding a Star Destroyer of his very own...perhaps one day even a fleet of them. Today, if all went well, he would take his first steps toward that goal. Brecor swiftly and precisely puts on his uniform, pockets his datapad, and exits his quarters, walking briskly and with firm purpose towards his station.

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