This is basically a, ‘what if,’ story, currently in the future many of the older Vast Empire troops have been called out of retirement to fight in a large galaxy vs. the republic war. Anyone can join and choose any past they want, it doesn’t have to be canon with the current plots, just alternate ideas for your characters.
“Damnit when I say I need reinforcements I’m not fucking around,” Namyr screamed into the radio before an explosion nearby knocked her off her feet and into the foxhole. She landed heavily on her backside, warm blood flowing out of a cut on her head.
“Medic!” someone screamed as Namyr opened her eyes, she resisted the urge to go to the calls, she was no longer the combat medic, she was leading this squad of men and women who were a little older then half her age. Fingers shaking, god she needed a smoke, Namyr hastily bandaged her wound, picking up her rifle she held it at ready as she climbed out of the foxhole, running and diving into the trench she was greeted by the moans, cries, and screams of the wounded and dying.
“First Sergeant you’re hurt,” one of the medic said about to get to help her.
“Solider I swear if you take your attention off your patient to help me with a wound I’ve already bandaged I will personally put a slug in your brain, do you have that?” Namyr growled.
“Yes, ma’am,” he managed to choke out and he went back to the solider.
Sliding up beside her Sergeant Wilson murmured into her ear, “Six dead, fifteen wounded, and twenty still fight counting you and me,” he told her without Namyr asking, she winced walking down the trench, Wilson walking behind her.
“Damnit,” she growled, “Thos bastards aren’t going to send us any more soldiers, fucking politicians, they don’t know squat about war and aren’t willing to pay for it.”
‘What do you want us to do ma’am?’ Wilson asked, another explosion going off and more people screamed.
Namyr’s eyes narrowed, they were outnumbered, undermanned, and they didn’t have the equipment or ammo to keep going. This was nothing like her days in the Corps, where when they needed more people or weapons they were given it. How many countless time had two squads been put together to get missions done. That wasn’t how things were done now, now they preferred large number of soldiers to go running into combat, it didn’t help that most of them were right out of basic. Things had changed a lot since she had come out of retirement, though she knew she should be surprised, the fact that they were bringing retired soldiers back onto the field was a sign of internal break down. She had been so close to her fifteen year where she couldn’t be called back too. Even if they had raised her ranks several times from the one she had been when she had retired, no money could be enough with what she had to put up with. She just to wonder who was the ambassador that was pissing off all these planets.
Namyr took another look around the trench and knew that her soldiers couldn’t take much more, “Lets get out of here, back to base,” she grumbled before she went to assist the medic with the wounded.
Time always went quickly for Namyr on the battlefield, it seemed to her that just yesterday she had been the medical officer of the base camp, dealing with the sick and wounded. It wasn’t until she had gone out on patrol that the commander of the base camp had been killed and she had taken charge, and for that they had given her the base commander position, leaving her to do that job and the medic job. Had to love the new Corps, double up everyone’s job, and forget about the well being of the soldiers, Namyr tried hard not to forget about these young soldiers, but everyday it became harder and harder.
“Hey Doc Nams, what’s shaken,” a voice broke Namyr out of her daze as she did rounds.
“Nothing much,” Namyr replied touching the bandage over her eye and managing a smile for her favorite patient, a nineteen year old Private Green.
“Heard about the retreat the other day, don’t worry we’ll get them next,” Private Green told her as she took his blood pressure, “So heard we’re getting a new Base Medical Officer, good thing you look like you haven’t slept in days doc.”
Namyr grimaced, Green didn’t know how true that was, between her duties and working overtime Namyr just forgot to sleep sometimes. That and she tried to go on every patrol and mission possible, she could bare the thought of staying back while the soldiers got killed, it just didn’t seem fair, “Yes we’re getting a new doc, that’s about all I know you know how headquarters is about information.”
“Don’t need to know until it’s too late, come to mind,” Green chuckled then winced a little, “How’s the ex ma’am?”
Namyr grimaced again, she had gotten Rogueboy’s latest message, the farm wasn’t doing that well and he was asking, out of the good times they had, to borrow some money. Namyr knew she would, though their marriage hadn’t work, due to her never really getting into the farming spirit, and Rogue never wanting kids, she still had affections for him and was willing to help him. She hadn’t wanted to get a divorce but as the years went by and she began constantly waking up from dreams of little footsteps, children giggling, the smell of formula, late night stories, she knew that she would continue to be unhappy. Rogueboy had been kind about it, she wanted something he couldn’t give her and they parted ways. They still kept in touch, but the distance between them was growing more and more every year.
“Same old same old,” Namyr said with a chuckle and looked at her watch, she had just enough time to do some paperwork before her next patrol, “I’ll talk to you later Green, keep healing okay?”
“Sure thing, the doc’s always right, right?”
“You bet,” Namyr said walking out of the medic floor and up the next couple of floors to her office. Walking inside she let out a cry of surprise as someone stood up to face her, “Who the fuck are you?” she blurted out staring that the short man in front of her.
“Ma’am Riqimo Pershaw,” he said giving her a salute, the Lethan Twi’lek saluted him back . He looked at the woman, she had deep circles under her eyes, tight lined around her mouth, eyes, and a crease on her forehead from worry. She looked to be in her late thirties, and oddly stunning for a woman in her position.
“Oh the medic commander,” she said with a sigh.
“Your secretary told me to wait in here, is that alright?”
“Yes, yes, I’ll talk to her later, come on let get the tour out of the way,” Namyr said showing Riqimo around the floors, “Mess Halls,” Namyr said opening the door and showing the crowded and loud room, “Barracks,” she said as they walked down the hall lined with doors, some which had socks on the door handle, “Most rooms are two soldiers, and yes we use socks for privacy, morale is down here and as long as it doesn’t take away from a soldier’s duties then we allow some relationships. It’s the least we can do for them,” Namyr said clearing her throat and going through the building before lastly stopping at the medic floor. “This is where you’ll be at and command, I’ve been running it for the last couple months so don’t disappoint me,” Namyr said and they two of them began going through rounds together. She racked her brain on where she had seen this man before, then it hit here when she had been chosen for ARC, she had looked up the other candidates and seen his picture. Too bad she had turned down ARC, but Rogueboy had needed her at that time, another missed opportunity for her. Glancing at Riqimo from the corner of her eye, he turned to look directly at her and Namyr turned away from those intense blue green eyes. He was pretty handsome, if she’d allow herself to admit it.
Namyr stopped in front of an empty bed and stared at it, “Where is Private Green?” she suddenly choked out to the nearby medic.
“Ma’am, after you left, he, he went into cardiac arrest, we tried everything, but he didn’t make it,” the medic stuttered.
A whooshing noise filled Namyr’s ears, “Ma’am are you okay?’ Riqimo said shaking Namyr’s shoulder a little knocking her out of her shock.
“What?’ Namyr asked blinking, “Oh yes I am fine, I just have…a letter to write to his parents,” Namyr managed to choke out before turning and returning to her office. When she got there she slammed the door shut and instantly threw her data pad, which had been beeping that she had a new message, against the wall shattering it. She stood in the same place for a very long time trying to calm herself before she sat down in her desk, turning on her computer she stared at the blank page in front of her. How could she write this letter, dear Mr. and Mrs. Green your son is dead, he was a good friend, soldier and my heart breaks about his death. He had a good sense of humor and always made me laugh. Namyr cradled her head in her hands and sobbed. She couldn’t write anything like that, all she was allowed to write was the usual formal cold letter of your child is dead and we’re sorry, that was all, all Green was to the empire was a number to fight for them.
She buried her face in her arms, resting her arms on her desk as she sobbed, slowly the tears stopped and Namyr fell asleep.
