It’s that time of the year again, when the army closes their accounting books and does their inventory. RB’s mind was spinning with confusion and the mug of caf didn’t exactly help either. Setting down the flimsiplast sheet and looking back at the terminal, RB scratched his head. “It doesn’t make sense.”

Darr looked up from his sheet of inventory. “What doesn’t make sense?”

“According to this we have forty active E-11s and seventy in the armoury, why the hell do we have so many backups?” Rogueboy asked to no one in particular before getting up. “I’m gonna go check the armoury, this can’t be right.”

“Have fun.” Darr said sarcastically.

On his way to the armoury Rogue passed by two offices, the cantina where the unpleasant odour of overcooked goop reached his nose, three squad barracks rooms later and he was at the armoury. The armoury had a thin mesh of durasteel that protected it from theft and a mini-blast door that was lockable. This didn’t stop some minor thefts but a secret holocam had managed to catch the perpetrators who were soldiers from another platoon. Rogueboy fondly remembered tossing them in the clink.

When RB reached the armoury the corporal on duty saluted him. “At ease corporal, I’m here to check some of our inventory.”

The corporal raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he lifted a piece of the desk that allowed people to enter. “What section would you like to check out?” The corporal asked as he took off his cap and used his forearm to wipe some sweat off his forehead just under his dyed blonde hair.

“Small firearm section, please.” Rogue said firmly as the corporal led him deeper into the pits of the armoury.

Reaching their destination and doing a quick count Rogue realized his suspicions were probably correct but was giving the problem the benefit of the doubt. Counting twelve E-11s, Rogueboy headed towards Wraiths barracks. Currently Wraith was out on a mission but they did not bring their E-11s with them, Iron Horse was in their barracks and they had their standard nine blasters with them.

Entering Raiders barracks RB hesitated as he realized that Raiders didn’t even use that particular blaster, their main armament was the A280. Namyr was the only one in the barracks, polishing her armour that had a healthy burnt patch on one of the shoulders. “I’d ask how bad was it, but it obviously wasn’t too bad if you’re polishing it.” RB said as Namyr looked on obviously ignoring him.

“Are you mad at me for something?” Rogueboy asked with his eyebrows raised.

Namyr continued to ignore Rogue until finally sighing she spoke. “I just got out of the bacta tank after two weeks. I cleaned the scorch marks on the chest, now if you don’t mind I have much work to do.”

Namyr said as she stood up and walked out of the barracks leaving her armour there. Sitting down in her place Rogueboy picked up her rag and began cleaning her armour, all the while cursing himself for a fool.

RB knew he screwed up, never mind not visiting her while she was in the tank because she would not have known anyways but the simple fact that he was not aware of it. Shouldn’t he have gotten a report stating she was out of action? Don’t people usually gossip about this kind of stuff? Rogueboy shrugged his shoulders, very simply he was going to have to make it up to her, yet he still had to find those missing weapons.

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