102 days ABG

agent-2492/9824

“agentX”

personal log

a wise man once said, that the best wars are those where you do not need to raise a weapon. I wonder how long we would last on mandalore, being hunted by the most ruthless scum in the universe, the death watch.My stay on the planet has been, eventful to say the least, and now , somehow I find myself with people I hardly know , and I am trusting my life with these people.Soldiers bond fast on the battlefield , and under fire , reassurance from a brother ranks as high as a grenade in your launcher.Maybe it was the loneliness.Maybe it was the desperation, in any case, i agreed to join their cause, and now i accompany their leader and two other members of this “clan”, in a venture that storm hopes to succeed in.Making peace with the clan immortal.

Clan immortal was said to be an immense group of crusaders, who made their living by training.For what? Even they did not know , but the galaxy will always make way for the strong, and the strong needed to be forged from somewhere.As we approached the immortal camp, I could already start to make out a faint outline.That was not a camp, not even by galactic standards.The place was a fortress.Built to the highest spec.I zoomed in, using the custom  shatter rifle that I had , procured, from my latest kill, and I could see sentries standing on a number of emplacements , all watching.They must have been pretty confident about their armor being able to repel a sniper round. But then, the metal used was one of, if not the most hardest substances in the galaxy, i wasn’t confident about the shatter rounds fully penetrating.Some people say that war is about technology.The best guns are used by the winning side.To me, war is about honor, courage and sacrifice.And I will honor those who uphold those values.My brothers and comrades.

I sit in the back of a modified speeder.My clan members care little for comfort, and that was fine by me.A trooper on the front line did not enjoy the comforts of a soft bed to sleep in,  or the novelty of running water. We slept in our armor, guns held close, and we spent many a sleepless night, almost edging the enemy to attack.The silence between the other passengers was understandable.I was a stranger to the , and I did not expect them to act naturally around me.I thought I unnerved them, but they showed no sign of it.A true soldier hides his emotions from his surroundings.Sometimes the key to winning a battle is to not show signs of weakness.If the enemy, accepts you to be the stronger force, then the battle is already won.It’s all about expression.Storm was at the wheel , driving one handed, other hand kept firmly on his blaster, cautious , even though the speeder was obviously well armored , but then , one does not become leader of a clan because of slack.One of the other passengers, Tommo, as he liked to be called was in the front of the speeder with storm. The other was in the back with me , we sat facing each other.I regarded him with a cold stare.Tommo addressed him as terminator.That was what his victims called him.He was a silent assassin, much like myself.He did not seem wary of me, but rather he just stared at me back.Almost beckoning me to try and make a move.It was not a bold claim, but rather a simple unspoken statement. I could see his muscles tightening, his helmet tilting ever so slightly.Apparently, Tommo saw it too.