Part two of my battlefront diary series.In this series, I incorporate many of my favorite players of the game, and make a pretty good story out of it.enjoy.(image credit to Google search).
Deathwatch.The scum of the mandalorians.Honor less dogs.It was about then when I lost my temper.
“Hey buddy… talking to you!!” the deathwatch agent said, jamming the rifle even more into my neck.
If he had any sense at all , he would have shot me outright instead of tormenting me.You don’t waste time when you take out an enemy , whos been trained by the republic, palpatine’s elite and an ARC trooper.I almost felt sorry for him.
I made a faint , to make him think that I was going on my knees to pray.”whats this….are you praying to your dead bro…” thats as far as he got.I veered left , and delivered a kick as hard as I could to the side of his helm.I expected to stun him , but the kick shattered his neck out right.He slumped to the ground , and as I savoured the victory , I heard the “click” of a rifle behind me.
“nice move boy”said the second agent, ” shame you wont live to enjoy it”.I closed my eyes , and remember’d my brothers for the last time.And thats when I heard the shot.
I went cold, but then I realized that I felt no pain.This was what death felt like, i thought.But then my senses kicked in .That didnt sound like a verpine shot.I turned around to see the second agent dead on the floor.And a figure in Blue and black armor holding a blaster pistol one handed , standing right behind me.

He lowered the pistol , and walked slowly towards me.The other two previously unconscious soldiers where behind him.
Before I could react , he was right in front of me , and did something , that no one ever did to me before.He extended his hand.And as I shook it , he said to me.
“Im storm , pleased to meet you”.
And so he was.
To be continued.
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