-1The burning red sun of Saleucami was almost lost behind a row of distant, jagged mountains, but enough sunlight flooded over to make the large, bulbous plants and carrion birds that littered the land visible. The climate was very hot, the humidity made the atmosphere very un-comfortable, and chances of finding any bodies of water on the planet were quite slim. Standing silently on top of a cliff a single, fully armored, BARC trooper scanned the outstretching rocky barren plains of Saleucami, deeply lost in thought.
"What am I doing?" He whispered to himself bemusedly.
For as long as he could remember he had been thinking of a reason why he was fighting in this war. Fighting an enemy he did not have a reason to hate "1328!", fighting for leaders who would probably not even blink if hearing word of his death "1328!", and most of all, fighting for a galactic peace that he would never even get a small piece of. He felt like a grain of sand in a desert that stretched until the end of time
"1328!" a rough, angry voice yelled a few feet behind him, jolting him out of his trance-like thoughts.
"Sorry sir!" BT-1328 said as he turned around, and stiffly stood at attention.
"Are you defective or something?" 1328's superior, BT-1247, continued to yell.
"n-no sir!" he stammered.
"Then grab your gear, you waste of good genes!" 1247 ordered. "We've been alerted that a jedi is here to take temporary command while the current jedi commander will be taking care of an affair that's come up in coruscant. Since our patrol is the closest to the city, we'll escort her from the cities interstellar port, to the field HQ. Understood?"
"Yes sir." said 1328.
"good." said 1247. "At least you're not completely useless."
With his final words said 1247 turned around and headed back to his in-active BARC speeder. 1328 quickly jogged over to his own BARC speeder, and began collecting his personal items. Because BARC troopers moved around so much, and never stayed in one place long, they had to travel very lightly. First He picked his standard issue DC-15S blaster pistol up from his speeder's only seat, and inserted it, neatly, into the speeder's only blaster compartment, next and last 1328 looked for his trusty knife. Although he was the only BARC trooper he knew to carry a knife around, the small, seven inch long, blade had saved his sorry hide from more occasions than he cared to remember. He picked up the small piece of metal, wiped the sand off of it with his gloved hand, and slid it, quickly, into a sheath at his waist.
"We can't wait here all day, 1328!" yelled 1247 impatiently, while sitting imperiously on his activated speeder.
"sorry sir!" 1328 said as he nimbly Mounted his speeder, felt the low hum as he powered up it's main engine, and shot like an arrow after his superior who had already taken off down a path into the now dark wasteland.