Armadale Christmas Parade 2018

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EVENT: Armadale Christmas Parade 2018

LOCATION: Armadale

DATE: 7 December 2018

TIME: 1615-1930

LANDSCAPE/WEATHER: Outdoors/Cool

TROOPERS:
TK671 - Mark - TK671
TK59226 - Jerry - jezzapm
TK85421 - Q - gmrhodes13
TD86557 - Jason -Volksjager

WRANGLERS:
Marie
Liz

RL:
Bree

REPORT:

Ewoks. Imperial intelligence had a lot to answer for after the debacle on the forest moon. Slaughter was no longer in the mission statement... those screen junkies learnt their lesson. Suitably briefed, available elements of the garrison deployed vicinity Armadale in the Bogan sector of feature 6112, zone K, to kit up and commence a harassing patrol in search of foreign gorilla caches and to mark high priority targets. Four troopers, ably supported by a clean skin and de-armoured force commander, assisted by a counter-insurgency laser sword weilding biped humanoid, moved forward to the staging area swarming with sympathetic locals. Close liaison with the highest ranking control point coordinator revealed a further hold in place for 20 mikes as all neighbouring elements of the fighting force were busily mounting their shackles and engaging in productive mission rehearsal. A test fire was suggested by 671 but quickly dismissed considering the immediate situation's range restrictions and the team's wealth of operational experience.

Porgs. Nope... just sentient younglings going about their business... 85421, weapons hold brother... you'll get your chance. One topic of conversation involved BT-16, that it indeed was new however none of the troopers present had ever heard about it. 59226 tried a new belt arrangement however this proved fruitless so standard rig was rapidly reinstated in quick succession. A short time later, lead elements of the convoy stepped off and so the small band of keen troopers slowly made their way down, over and through the pre-determined patrol route, carefully pausing at designated choke points so as not to arouse the likes of a wayward womp rat cowering in it's filthy nest.

AT-ST's. Force multipliers... however they were providing overwatch on feature 6122, postured secretly the previous evening and ready to provide fire support if the convoy ran into a superior force. It soon was realised this early evening patrol, enhanced by a wide variety of regional groups eager to engage with the local inhabitants, were equally effective in stemming the flow of reactionaries.

Wookies. No... not seen in this corner of this rim planet for at least several cycles. The close proximity and narrow section of the patrol route limited the exposure of the force to those wild and unpredictable beasts, just another reason for their enslavement. Air support, in the form of four gunships held on station high above the vast gathering was reassuring to all elements. TIE Bombers were held in reserve in the capital ships. Although short, a vast amount of crucial intel was gathered about the local population on the march and it definitely proved on the high side of good. In fact, by patrol's end, branching off to a secluded yet crowded area of the 6112 feature, a grassed area provided further interaction with a range of interesting and unique individuals. Holopics were exchanged further boosting interdependent operations with neighbouring clans.

Dianogas. Scarce, however one positive ID proved to be dismissed as a smuge on the right lens of 86557's lid. Extra show parades should rectify the issue.
After effectively resolving interdiction and patternation of hostilities in the immediate zone, the small Imperial patrol moved on in order to down tools and confirm that silent shrinkage wasn't an option. Backbrief to the commander executed, each member was awarded an extra leave credit and departed under cover of darkness into the twilight safe and devoted to troop on in subsequent missions, for some the very next day.

Harassing, no... fighting patrol, hardly... but a charged hearts and minds campaign which surprisingly achieved celebratory understanding of the centre of gravity shared between all parties involved which will prove beneficial in the Empire's current mandate within the foreseeable galactic calendar.

De-classified holopics to follow... wait out.

CHARITY: Nil

INJURIES: Nothing to report at this stage

ARMOUR REPAIRS: Nil

HAPPY PEOPLE: All of the people that attended

UNHAPPY PEOPLE: Nil

MISSION STATUS: Complete

REPORT BY:
TK671

Note: The mobile shrubbery in this mission capture was detained, questioned and later released, although it was particularly annoying