[HARD CONTACT] Chapter 4: Republic sucks, deal with it

  || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

“Why do you think it’s my lot?” she asked.

“Obvious,” Birhan said sourly. “I seen loads of speeders and freighters and sprayers come down hard. They don’t leave craters. They falls apart and burns, yes, but they don’t blow up half the countryside. This is off-planet. It’s soldiers.” He kicked around some of the charred and blackened stalks. “Can’t you have your fight on someone else’s planet? Don’t you think I got enough problems?”
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Darman realized he had thought nothing of leaving the R5 on board the stricken utility. It was expendable.
(Chapter 3)

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It was a plate from an R5 astromech droid—a plate with Republic markings.

They’re coming.

Whoever they were, she hoped they’d made it alive.
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Birhan doesn't quite appreciate the fact that the dirt-crate crashed on his land, and Etain is already considering leaving before the farmer actually turns her over to Ghez Hokan's men in exchange for financial compensation for the damage he suffered. By the way, Darman, that's why you also take your droid companions into account, especially if they wear Republic markings!

I am in sour mood today, so all I can think about the repcomm antis being, "why everyone is so anti-jedi and anti-republic in these books".
Maybe stop treating the Grand Army of the Republic as a savior army and ultimate stop treating the Republic as the epitome of perfection. No, I mean, I see clone fandom being like: REPUBLIC IS BADDDDDD, but when it's actually depicted bad, then suddenly everyone doing the suprised pikachu face. 

But I did a post about Qiilura being neutral before. 

[HARD CONTACT] Chapter 4: A Plague Tale: Hard Contact

  || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

At least the little animals that had swarmed over him in the night had disappeared. He’d given up trying to fend them off. They had explored his armor for a while and then moved on to watch him from distance. Now that it was daylight, there were no more glittering eyes staring out from the undergrowth.
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I honestly want Darman being swarmed by the gdans this fucking terrifying experience, your honour. 

[HARD CONTACT] Chapter 4: Darman's injuries

|| Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

He hit something very, very hard in the air. Then he hit the ground and didn’t feel anything at all.
(End of Chapter 3)
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Darman knew it was risky moving around by day, and the fact that his right leg seemed to scream every time he put his weight on it didn’t help matters.
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Darman eased himself over on his back, removed his leg plates, and unsealed his undersuit at the knee. It felt as if he’d torn a muscle or a tendon above the joint. He soaked the makeshift bandage with bacta again and replaced the legging and plates before rolling back into position.
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Details about Darman's injuries. 

[HARD CONTACT] Chapter 4: Zee has comptetence kink apparently

 || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

He still wasn’t sure of his position, either. There was no GPS network he could use without being picked up. He needed to get out and about and do a recce if he was going to have any chance of aligning landscape features with the holochart.
He knew he was facing north: the arc of small stones around a thin branch he’d stuck in the soil charted the sun’s progress, and gave him his east–west line. If his datapad had calculated speed and distance correctly, he was between forty and fifty klicks northeast of the first RV point.
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Niner took out his datapad and calculated his position. There was no GPS he could lock in to without the Neimoidians detecting him, but he could at least use dead reckoning based on the sprayer’s last position, matching features on the landscape to his chart. It was old-fashioned soldiering. He liked it. He had to be able to do the business when the tech wasn’t there, even if that meant using nothing but a Trandoshan blade.
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Comparing Darman and Niner's way to navigate through the wildernes with traditional ways. :3 Why do I find this so incredibly sexy??? 

[HARD CONTACT] Chapter 4: Sergeant holding their hands from the distance

 || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes || 

It’s okay to be scared.
It’s okay to be scared as long as you …
… as long as you use it.

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This scene was where the Weeqays almost found Darman but I especially love how Sergeant Skirata is HERE with the commandos yet again.


And I instantly thought about this scene where Kal taught the Nulls about fear and adrenaline: 

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“Are you scared?” asked Skirata.

“Yes, Kal,” said Ordo. “Is that wrong?”

“No, son. Not at all.” It was as good a time to teach them as any. No lesson would ever be wasted on them. “Being afraid is okay. It's your body's way of getting you ready to defend yourself, and all you have to do is use it and not let it use you. Do you understand that?”

“No,” Ordo said.

“Okay, think about being scared. What's it like?”

Ordo defocused slightly as if he were looking at something on a HUD he didn't have. “Cold.”

“Cold?”

A'den and Kom'rk chimed in. “And spiky.”

“Okay … okay.” Skirata tried to imagine what they meant. Ah. They were describing the feeling of adrenaline flooding their bodies. “That's fine. You just have to remember that it's your alarm system, and you need to take notice of it.” They were the same age as city kids on Coruscant who struggled to scrawl crude letters on flimsi. And here he was, teaching them battle psychology. His mouth felt oddly dry. “So you tell yourself, okay, I can handle this. My body's now ready to run faster and fight harder, and I'll be seeing and hearing only the most important things I need to know to stay alive.”
(Triple Zero, Chapter 1)

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