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Mission 8.2

There was nothing left. I had the Star Map and all, made it to the downed UT-AT center to rendezvous with Whiskey Squad, but then again, it was gone. Or, so had I thought. It was under me. I was standing on it. The vessel had been hit so hard it was totally disfigured, and barely recognizable. The only remains were battered fragments of the craft scattered across a plain of thick oil and debris. I assumed Spank, Moses and Pudd had the same problem finding the corpses of the vehicles, as I soon found them rummaging through the sea floor.

 

"Where were you all?"

"Following you, Major."

"I hadn't seen you back at the CP."

"Then we were doing something right."

 

Morons.

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Mission 8.2 in the 457th Corps.

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Taken on July 2, 2011