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Deep in the fog, sat against a tree, a vagrant knight holds her armored palm out to catch a falling violet leaf. She stares at it beneath her helmet, completely still for what could have been hours, before a gentle breeze blows the leaf away. She looks around herself and notices beams of shimmering golden light shining down through the trees, clear in the dense fog.

Shaking her helm, the knight slowly stood, taking her time with her rusted armor and gently emptying out her boots of the water that had collected inside. With renewed vigor, the knight began to gently stride through the dense forest, taking in the sights and the rare sounds with interest and appreciation.

She had been in this same forest for days now, originally on a trek to the town of Occurro. The forest had calmed her greatly, but each day brought new light to the very same sights, and the utter silence had always been a soothing and reassuring-

Nyte straightened and went stiff at the sound of a voice piercing through the calm atmosphere, turning to face the source and tilting her head. “Lost, are they…?” She muttered to herself before carefully waltzing through the forest, only tripping twice on the way to the voice. She had drawn her sword, an ancient and barely used thing, using it as a walking stick to keep herself from falling apart.

After careful, hesitant deliberation on what exactly she should call out in response, Nyte nodded, steeling herself before finally calling out, “Who goes there?!”

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Welp, we could basically write a novel if things keep going like this o.o Very well done!

Star Wars: Hazard Squad

Stood tall and at attention, the Sergeant welcomed the two with a nod. "Troopers. Are there any more soldiers coming behind you two? With myself, that only makes four. A standard Stormtrooper squad is comprised of ten."

She sighed, looking between the three troopers in front of her. "To those that are here now, then, if you are not aware, our mission is to protect this station. Nothing more, nothing less. Orbiting this moon," she said, gesturing to moon outside the window, "is a small, ugly little station with a single, apparently undermanned squad of average meat-shields to protect it. Welcome to Hazard Squad."

Star Wars: Hazard Squad

She grunted and rolled her shoulder, stepping back to the center of the control room. "Retrieve him and bring him here."

Star Wars: Hazard Squad

The Sergeant nodded and waved her hand dismissively, sighing under her helmet. "At ease. I don't suppose you have the rest of my supposed squad with you?"

She tilted to the side a bit to try to look behind the soldier. "Or behind you, perhaps? It's kind of hard to see around you, Richards."

Star Wars: Hazard Squad

The Sergeant nodded her head to the recruit. "At ease. Did anyone else arrive with you?" She asked, moving to the window and looking out. "We should be getting a full squad, trooper."

Upon finishing her sentence, the Sergeant noticed the new, much larger soldier entering, and stood at attention once more. "I was unaware we were receiving a Heavy Weapons Trooper. Welcome to Hazard Squad."

Star Wars: Hazard Squad

Sergeant Nyte, having arrived to the station earlier, had long put away her belongings in a separate room from the bunks of the troopers and walked to the control room to await the arrival of her squad. In her armor, the Sergeant stood tall, the white pauldron over her right shoulder indicating her rank on an otherwise identical suit of stormtrooper armor to the rest of her squad. She looked to her left, out the window of the station and to the looming moon they were orbiting around. Sights like these were common in the Corps, but never ceased to intrigue her.

Finally, she heard the approach of one of her squad members. She stood at attention and welcomed the recruit with a nod, before looking behind him and raising an eyebrow beneath her helmet. Where were the others?

Star Wars: Hazard Squad

I don't mind when we start!

Star Wars: Hazard Squad

Name: Serra Nyte
Age: 24
Personality: Tough and professional, but with a morbid sense of humor and a somewhat casual demeanor when not around higher-ups.
Bio: Always looking up to the Empire's goals, Serra was a troubled but motivated child. Causing fights and often winning them, Serra made a name for herself early in her childhood as a violent kid, but all of that changed upon entering into the academy. Now a stormtrooper in the Empire, Serra is a happy soldier ready to serve, and willing to do whatever it takes to rise through the ranks.
Skills: Puns, brawling, and marksmanship.
Other: Possibly a sociopath, but who knows.

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I don't mind sharing my introduction!