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Marco breathed slowly and evenly as he stepped out into the clearing, focusing on keeping his heart rate low. Even so, he felt it pounding in his throat. There was a thrill that preceded a battle... an exhilarating charge of adrenaline that shoots from the core and energizes every muscle and nerve, pulses through every vein, sends sparks racing through the mind.

It's been too long, Marco thought, Oh how I've missed this.

Earlier that day it hadn't seemed real. Storming the listening post- he hadn't expected a challenge- never imagined the danger waiting for him- but this time, he knew he was walking right into a gundark's nest- and he was ready for it. He felt the reassuring weight of the blasters and knives hanging from his belt, felt a heavy backpack full of various grenades and Nikka's new armor, ready for her. He felt the weight of the helmet in his hand, ready for him to simply slip it on and dive headlong into a fight. And most of all, he felt the pressure of the oncoming storm weighing down on him. This will be the hardest fight I've ever faced, he thought.

There was a weighty thump as the shuttle's landing ramp hit the ground, and a clack of boots as a dozen fully-armored Republic troopers stepped down into the clearing, followed by a tall, slender man in a crisp uniform. The republic insignia decorated his left chest pocket, and polished silver buttons ran down the front of the square-shouldered black jacket. His face was tall and thin, with a good chunk of it making up his forehead, which was completely bald. His cheekbones were high and sharp, his eyes small and cold, and his nose hooked and eagle-like. His thin lips seemed locked in an endless frown.

"Chase August, it is an honor to finally make your acquaintance," the man said mechanically.

“Believe me,” Marco replied with a humorless smile, “the pleasure’s all mine.”

This has to be him- the captain. Need him alive and undamaged. Move fast. Grab his shoulder. Sling him down. Bring the knee up- right to the side of the head. Can’t hit the face- Joab will know- just take him down fast and efficiently and move on.

All of these thoughts ran through Marco’s head in a fraction of a second, and in another second the captain was on the ground and not getting up soon. The republic soldiers were moving into action then, and Marco had just enough time to draw his blasters before her was surrounded by them, their weapons drawn and aimed at him.

“Commander Joab,” one of the soldiers barked into his comlink, “it’s just as you suspected. He’s putting up a fight. …Commander? Commander, do you copy? Commander! Respond! ...What the kriff?!”

As the other soldiers murmured nervously, tightening their grips on their blasters, Marco grinned wide. Good work, Aura. Now take ‘em!