I'm sorry I haven't updated. I know that all of my fans were soo disappointed (crikets chirp). I just realized I haven't updated since May. I just wasn't up for it. I have no excuse.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, or that one joke from Dragon Ball Z (you probably won't be able to tell which one), but I do own that I am a bad person.

Another explosion rocked the cave. Dust floated down from the ceiling. The lights flickered as each explosion landed nearby. All we could do was try to find a comfortable spot and wait.

The past two months had been a living nightmare. This may sound like an exaggeration, but they had been just like the nightmares I use to have.

The fighting had gone on, but it seemed that nothing had been done. At least, that's what the media had been saying. We had inflicted heavy casualties, but there is no ground to capture here. There is no easy way to measure what has been going on here. The casualties for us weren't so bad, or at least they are less than in other theaters.

The rebels here were only interested in evading and shelling us. Someone had finally wised up and decided to go after the enemies food supplies. The raids seemed to be going well, as we had been picking up more prisoners lately, but the media was insistent that nothing was getting done.

Palpetane has been feeling the pressure from the media and the senate, so he was pressuring the Jedi. Our commander here, a Jedi Knight named Si Laft, has decided on a almost desperate plan of attack.

The rebels have a stronghold in the city of Lanke Su Del. A few weeks ago we were sent here to put the city under siege, but it doesn't seem to be working. We have been unable to get very far into the city. The city is ringed by three lines with barbed wire, which makes no sense, minefields, and plenty of the rebels in our way.

We have pierced the lines several times, and cleared the outer minefields, but a full out assault is needed, something General Laft is unwilling to order.

"Ok boys, we have another patrol. Usual formation, usual objective," says the Sergeant. All of us get up groggily, and the only reason we don't here any groans is because no one is talking over the com.

"Come on guys, this mission is the most important one yet. Surely one more patrol will cause the city to fall," says Boss grumpily.

"Then the war will be over, cause the Seps won't want the valuable city to fall," I reply. After that we're all silent as we troop out of the cave and down the path to the bottom of the mountain. We quickly assemble in formation, which means I'm the 5th person in line, and head off towards the enemy lines. We all began to crouch as we moved towards the enemy position.

We quickly move over the nonexistent minefield, which had been cleared several weeks ago, and moved over the ridiculous barbed wire. Seriously, what did the rebels hope to accomplish with barbed wire. We have armor, which the wire can't pierce.

As we get close to the trench, we all fan out. The outer defenses have a history of not being occupied consistently.

Tonight we get lucky. The trench is unoccupied, and we quickly set out to fulfill our mission. Fixer and Darwin head out into the minefield to diffuse a few mines. The rest of us set up a defensive position in the trench. It's pretty dark out, but I can still see the city.

Several of the buildings are on fire from the more recent bombardment. Few of them are still standing and aren't on fire. I guess it might have been a beautiful place.

The rest of the night is spent waiting. Waiting for something, anything. Nothing happens, and we quickly head out as soon as Fixer and Darwin get back.

The patrol was a success because nothing bad happened and several mines were cleared.

After two more weeks and several more patrols, General Laft is replaced by a new man. This guy isn't even a Jedi general. He is Musa Ghahi, a Twi Lek officer. Several of the men say he is a political commander, and he had been appointed because the Senate was getting impatient with General Laft.

Anyways, the new General ordered us to get ready to attack.

"Our job is to secure this section of trenches, the area we were at the other night. After that, we sit tight and wait for a counter-attack or new orders."

"Or an order for r&r," I replied.

"We jump off at 0700. Get ready," says the Sergeant. We all file off in different directions to get ready.

Later, we all set up with the other guys from the company. At exactly 0700 we move towards the enemy trenches. Sporadic fire comes from the trenches, but not anywhere near us. We are quickly able to get into the trenches and set up positions. The silence was killing me.

"Do you guys know the only kind of dog that doesn't bark? A hot dog," I say. No one laughs, and I kind of can't tell if anyone is smiling. Ironically, Pat took this opportunity to pat me on the back.

"So, do you guys think that we'll have to attack soon?"

"Is a Fusasha swamp rat red?"

"I don't know."

"Neither do I," I reply. This does earn a few laughs.

"Orders," says Sarge. "We are to "take advantage of any openings we see," which means we're moving out." All of us get up and move off towards the next line of trenches.

We only walk for a short time before an explosion makes us all drop to the ground. "It came from further down the line!" someone shouted.

"Shut it!" yelled Sarge. We all stayed down for a short time before the Sergeant tells us to get up. "Let's move out." We all keep moving until three explosions go off a few seconds apart, and I'm showered with dirt and pebbles. I fell down to the ground and tried to look around.

"Who got hit?" Sarge asks.

"Krieger, Hobbes, and Calvin."

"How do they look?" I ask.

"Calvin is missing his leg," choked someone.

"Krieger isn't moving," said Pat.

"His vitals are nonexistent," said Doc. Another explosion showered me with dirt and I put my head down.

"Who was it?" Sarge asked.

"Thunder," and my stomach sunk.

"Hobbes and Thunder are out," Doc yelled.

"We're getting out of here," yelled Sarge. "Everyone get moving. But be careful." We all stand and move off towards the rear. Luckily we make it back ok.

The attack only had limited success. The outer defenses had been taken easily, but the further attacks were a huge failure. Few of the attacks actually made it to the second series of trenches. The minefield had not been cleared sufficiently for the attack, and most of the companies got stuck in them. The minefields caused more casualties than all the other attacks combined. The few squads that made it to the other trenches were repulsed easily. Casualties were the worst of the entire campaigns. The media was all over it though.

The commanders and politicians were raked over the coals, whatever that means, and we were ordered to pull out. General Ghahi was removed from command, and we were sent to a planet to fight the Seps, thank the creator!

Yay, I actaully finished a chapter. I am hoping to finish another one soon, but I want to write a chapter for another story. I may even have another project coming.