Entry 43
I have been a bit depressed lately. I loved spending time with my son, but it only served as a reminder of what I am missing out on. Zylie has been trying to cheer me up…in the most pleasurable ways. Ha! Gods I love her.
After a week of moping around the ship I was called out on a mission. I was asked to work as a Jedi asset to a Void Jumper unit that will be dropped into a hot zone on the planet Treemar. We will be doing a counter-terrorism mission. It is basically a hunt and destroy operation…the type I like.
Ben won't be accompanying me because only qualified Void Jumpers can go on this mission. He really needs to get his jump wings, but when I suggested that he says he really has no desire to wear a combat uniform that requires the constant use of a urine collection system (UCS). Wuss! Ha! Of course the only thing worse than being attached to a UCS, is being connected to a malfunctioning UCS. That happened to me during one combat mission. I was in a battle with mortar rounds falling around me when a sudden urge to pee hits me (having a mortar round land nearby will do that). After a few seconds I realized the suction system was not working and I had warm urine running down my legs and threatening to fry the electrical components of the suit. I spent three hours with warm piss sloshing around my armored leggings and boots that day. Not fun (Although when I told Zylie this story she thought it was funny as hell)!
So I am off to the planet Treemar. This should be interesting.
Entry 44
I flew my Stealth X out to the planet Treemar and met up with the 88th Void Jumper Regiment.
I forgot how much I liked that armored suit. Doing drops out of combat troop carriers is a rush of adrenaline. The guys often compete against each other to see who can drop the farthest before engaging their propulsion systems. This is dangerous because the longer you wait the more likely that you will miscalculate and splat on the ground. The higher ups have outlawed the practice because a few troopers have died, but the guys do it anyway. I won a few bets doing this before the men caught on. I can slow my descent utilizing the Force and wait until I am only a few meters from the ground before initiating the thrusters. So not only am I referred to as the Jedi spook, now I am called the lowdown cheating Jedi spook. I gave the guys their money back, so there is no hard feelings…I hope. Hey, the rules did not specify that using the Force was not allowed. They added that rule recently just for me. Ha!
We jumped into some thick forested areas where we thought the terrorists had a bomb making operation. Some gunships went out before us to prep the site. They dropped a bomb we call a Tree-Cutter… which does exactly that. It opens up an area the size of a smashball field.
We drop in and moved through the area looking for the enemy. Intel said their orbital sensors had picked up activity about a kilometer from our position. It was a standard seek and destroy operation. My job was to use my post-cognitive Force abilities to help locate the enemy. I didn't need to utilize those particular skills though because the enemy wasn't content to run and hide. They brought the fight to us.
The terrorists were a strange near human species that I have never seen before. They had blotchy red and yellow skin, bald heads and large black eyes. They all wore the same type of form fitting, skin-colored bodysuits that made them look like sexless nudists. They were short, about 1.5 meters in height, but they were ferocious fighters. They would not surrender and they would not stop attacking. That was disturbing to me because sometimes they were grossly outnumbered. We would try to capture them, but they were willing to blow themselves up just to get at us. We ended up having to kill most of them. A few were injured so badly they could not resist. They were evacuated to a medical facility before being turned over to Intel.
I don't know what their problem was with the local government, but it must have been a major gripe for them to be willing to die for their cause.
After the mission we went back to our forward operations base and awaited new orders. I got a few days to socialize and bond with the troopers. Although most soldiers don't like Jedi, I am also a Void Jumper and that trumps being a Jedi Spook. I am respected because I am a decorated combat jumper.
We were housed in an open bay barracks with lockers and bunk beds lined up in the huge room. I was laying in my rack reading my datapad when two troopers came up to me grinning like a couple of idiots. They were both young, probably in their late teens or early twenties.
"Are you the Jedi?" The question came from the baby-faced blond who reminded me a little of holos of Luke Skywalker during his rebellion days.
I sat up in my bunk and nodded. "Yeah, what about it?" I know I sounded a little defensive, but I am just waiting for the stupid questions.
"Can you read minds?" the other man asked. He is a little older with jet black hair.
I shook my head. "Nope. If I could I probably wouldn't be in trouble with my wife as often."
"Can you pick up things using the Force?"
"That I can do," I admitted and waited for them to request a demonstration.
"Oh oh," the blond said excitedly. "Can you make me float?"
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah sure." I grab him with the Force and lift him about a meter off the ground. The young man let out a startled yelp before he started laughing.
"Do me!" The other man said. I said okay and lift him off the ground as well. By then a group of troopers wandered up to us and were watching the show.
"Rub those two against each other," one newcomer suggested. I look over and it's our platoon sergeant.
I gave him a wicked grin. "You got it, Sergeant."
The two men floating in the air protested as I used the Force to push them together belly to belly. They cursed at me as they tried to push themselves apart with their arms and legs. Eventually the curses turned into death threats. Their buddies were laughing and making kissing noises.
"That's enough. Let them down, Tantiss," the platoon sergeant laughed and I dropped them to the ground. "Don't be asking the Jedi to do tricks unless you are ready for the trick to be on you," he warned the troopers. The two men looked pissed, but with their platoon sergeant and their buddies around them laughing hysterically they eventually saw the humor in it.
I don't think they will be asking me to do Force tricks again. Ha!
