Trooper Blog 11: Sarah's back. Tell a friend...

Hallooo.... Is this thing on....

YOU BET IT'S ON!

Hoooooo.... Shall we get down to Biz-nass? I believe we should.

Well after some varied disagreements, this isn't my faults, and better off withouts, things seem to be going smoothly in my world...

That's a lie... things never go smooth. But everyone knows I like things a little .... rough.






Well... Things were going pretty well... We beat the Vong. No I mean we seriously kicked some MAJOR ASS. I even helped. A few smoke veils and they were taken down pretty easily. I wonder if they have worse eyesight than me. Hrm. How about that.

Anyway, my bomb throwing a.k.a. Heroic Actions helped the the rest of the group save Lord Vader. I call it a win.

The weird part is, I was just doing what I was trained to do. I didn't go above and beyond or anything. I was just.... there... and threw a smoke veil or two. But for that.... Vader promoted me to... Captain.

Captain Sarah Haku.... Sounds funny, doesn't it?

Yeah... a whole lot of paper-work and not as much field time, is what that means. It was a pretty.... different job. I liked assigning out the missions and everything. That part was great.

The big giant and holy cow so huge new quarters.... not my style. AT ALL. I am way more comfortable in a small bed with tons of pillows than that.... ballroom of a bedroom.

The boring work and all that almost killed me. It really isn't my style. I even said outloud that I would just like to get away from this.

But like an angel from the heavens, Jabba the Hutt shows up after a routine bombing of a spice ring HQ and shoves Barb and I into some cells. Fun times, right?





Apparently Jabba was mad that we offs his money maker and that he has serious beef with my brother. Still don't know what's up with that, but more details as they appear.

But anyway, that rat bastard tried to tell me that he killed Barb! He had his little freak Bounty Hunter tried to break us. No happening. We each knew the other was still alive. We just knew. I got away when Tarkin invaded.... But Barb was stuck with that guy. It was terrible. I hadn't cried so much in my life. I thought she was gone!

But we got her. We got her back and she fell asleep. That's my Barb.

After that, life was pretty calm. I got back to work and tolerated it... but things don't always happen like you want them to.

Siege is a bit of a.... rebel? No. Junkie? Not really. Troublemaker? Mostly.

He decided it would be a sound decision to take credits, a shuttle, some security codes and enough of an identity to get him to Nar Shaddaa for a Strip Club Gamble-fest! Sounds fun, right? ..... I know, I know.





So what happens when you steal from the Empire? Well, you become a wanted criminal and people no longer like you. Damn shame.

But he's my brother and I'm going to stick by him no matte what..... So I quit.

YOU HEARD ME!

I QUIT! I QUIT THE EMPIRE!

It's pretty wacky, yeah.... but since I really didn't like the job anyway, I thought I'd go crazy and be a bit of an AWOL outlaw for a while... until they find my ass and kill me. Which will probably be soon.

But I'm still alive and I have this kick ass beskar'gam that Siege got me for our birthday. He's the best bro in the galaxy.

And now his goofy ass has a pet. Some furry lizard thing that does nothing but look at Barb. Wow.... he takes after his daddy already. Hrmmmm. :0P

Now, here's to hoping we don't get caught. We got a job to do.


xoxo

S