Tup Log #1

Tup's Log - Mission - OPERATION ANTISLAVERY

The LAAT was packed tighter than a ration crate, and the stench could’ve been used as a weapon. When we hit the ground, the planet was buried in fog so thick I could barely see the trooper beside me. The air was heavy, damp, and Too quiet for a world supposedly crawling with slavers. I found an elevator and waited, listening to the hum of the engines somewhere above, trying to ignore the unease creeping up my spine.

Then came Master Windu. He was moving troopers into the elevator with the Force, stacking them in like equipment crates. That’s when the voices started. Quiet at first, whispers, murmurs, almost like comms interference, but the longer I watched him, the louder they got. My head was pounding. Everything felt wrong. I shook my head and slapped it against a tree and refocused.

We later stumbled across cages of Wookiees, at least, what was left of them. None made it out I know of. The mission ended with us commandeering a captured CIS Pelta-class ship, only for the 21st Galactic Marines to crash it into a tree during exfil. Typical. We went home after that, but the silence in my helmet wasn’t peace, it was just the echo of those voices fading… for now.