At least they’d had enough warning that he could clean the basic armour they'd been saddled with before dropping to the planet below. And he had his own basic blacks, other wise it was going to be hell. Then he made sure his E-11 was in perfect order and cleaned (Again)

Once he was boots on the ground he patrolled with another group, never go it alone was a healthy motto to have. And play stupid. As far as these troopers were concerned he was straight out of boot camp and lost.

So they took him under wing and pointed out the seedier parts of town. And in the process he kept his ears and com-link open, He’d have preered his own gear, or at least non-Trooper gear to blend in with. But he wasn’t writing the orders, he was just obeying.

Every chance he got he’d stop and mark potential ‘hangouts’ for rebellion or smuggler types, on his geo-slate. Kept him from getting lost as well.


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https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/27584

Roll: 1d20+9
Total: 25
Breakdown:

DiceRoll[1d20] → 16
Constant (Pereption) [+9] → 9
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