Everybody start humming the Imperial March, because it's time for STAR WARS

That's right you wretched hive of scum and villainy, today and for the next several weeks Mander will be regaling you with tales of conquest and combat on a galactic scale. I'll be playing Star Wars Battlefront 2, a team-based shooter not too unlike TF2. I'll start off by playing the surprisingly expansive campaign mode, and maybe afterwards try some Galactic Conquest or other game modes.
Let's begin.

The designation of our trooper will be AZ-29. That "e" at the end is an unfortunate side effect of the screenshot process. It will be executed in due time.

Our mission briefing tells us that we will be landing on Geonosis, to no surprise of anybody who knows anything about Star Wars.
I'll be operating as a member of the 501st, which makes me slightly less expendable than all of the other clone troopers out there.

I am apparently the new recruit in this unit, which means I am destined to either die a horrible death, or be the only one who lives through the whole thing.
It's kind of a coin flip.

In case you didn't know, Geonosis is basically Space Iraq. This is some political subtext here I think.

All us blurry expendables have the same "first time mass murder" jitters.

All three years of it. Accelerated growth factor, yo.

Well that got dark real quickly.


I think AZ-29 needs something to boost his self-esteem.

Here we get our first look at our valiant and highly expendable hero. Except this is outdated armor he'll only wear for the first mission.
Take a good look anyway!

I am informed to take Checkpoint Alpha. I am currently the only soldier on the field.
ONE CLONE, ALONE, ON A MISSION. WILL HE SURVIVE?

There aren't actually enemies on the field yet so signs point to yes.

Oh god droids. Am I ready for this?

I DON'T THINK I'M READY FOR THIS

Turns out I was ready for this. These guys aren't very tough.

Trying to aim from behind a rock typically doesn't work out so well. That missile sailed right over my head, and then I shot the droid to death.
You can observe my recent kills in the upper left hand corner. It also informs me of when my allies die. It's sort of depressing.

After slaughtering the foes, I am tasked to take out this malfunctioning droid with some grenades. Why I am wasting grenades on a droid that doesn't work is beyond me. We have fairly poor management, I'll be sending a letter to my Clonegressmen later.

That took significantly more effort than it should have, but it does eventually go boom.
The best part about Screenshot LP's is that you can edit out the times where it takes you seventeen grenades to blow up a stationary target.

My next objective, after "Waste grenades", is to capture a command post. Command posts are where troops spawn, so they are vitally important in this game.

Command posts look like this, a beam of glowy light. You capture them by staring sternly at them until the shame causes them to switch sides.

After my penetrating glare forces the glowy pillar to join my cause, I am ordered to become an engineer.

Also, my fellow clones have arrived, so I am no longer going rambo on this thing.
The allied NPC's in this game are actually pretty useful. They shout information about the battlefield, and they also absorb bullets.

Engineers are one of my favorite classes. They have a shotgun, explosives, and they can give out health and ammo. They also repair vehicles and structures.

Today I'll just be repairing droids. These little guys give out free health and ammo, so keeping them alive is pretty important.

A wee bit of work with my welder and Mr. Health is up and running.

Tiny robot summons big robot. I CALL MAIN GUNS.

Nothing feels better than driving a giant robotic bug to crush your foes. Now I just need something to shoot with these main guns that I totally called dibs on. Nu 783 over there thought he was some kind of hotshot and almost drove off without me.
I punched him into the turret seat.

ENEMY TANKS SIGHTED
LOCKING TARGET

God daisies it Nu 783 we already killed that one, aim at the one that is ALIVE and SLAUGHTERING OUR FRIENDS
Fucking Nu 783

The time for tanks is over. Under normal circumstances I would be adverse to leaving my beloved bug-tank in the hands of Nu 783, but these are not normal circumstances.

These are JETPACK CIRCUMSTANCES.

There's a valuable holocron ( a flag, basically) atop that structure. No mortal could make such a jump.
BUT I AM NO MORTAL

I AM JETPACK TROOPER
THE SKIES ARE MINE

After capturing the holocron thingy, my next target is the cliffside bunker.
There is a ramp which I could easily walk up, but walking is for people who don't have Jetpacks.

SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
(This screenshot is also what made me realize first person view is kinda flawed. We'll be moving to 3rd person in future updates.)

I bomb a few droids (Jet troopers are also equipped with a kickass rocket launcher) and prepare to capture the command post.

But this is where the "expendable" part of Expendable Space Marine kicks in.
My rocket launcher ran out of ammo.

That silver faggot in the distance is the one who got me.
I'm gonna fucking kill him.

Luckily I've got clones, yo, so AZ-29 is back in Jetpack action before you can say, "violent and bloody revenge", which incidentally occurred offscreen when I got my vengeance on that silver asshole.

The command post is captured and I am informed the Jetpack Circumstances are at an end. I'll be sniping now.

At least I've got this rad cliff thing to snipe people from.

This is your battlefield on vision.

This is your battlefield on an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope.

Sniping's fairly easy against the droids, they have a habit of standing completely still.
The buggers have really tiny heads, though.

The reticule always gets that little pronged thingy when you make a kill.
I'd think the fact that my enemies are exploding would be a dead giveaway, but we have to account for idiots like Nu 783.

"Sniper no sniping!"
Time for some demolition work. Apparently Nu 783 can't handle my glorious bug-tank and let the enemy get armor superiority.

Time to rock the rockets, boys.

Pshoo pshoo pshoo, here's some rockets right at you.

I do on foot what Nu 783 can't do with a whole tank. Take that!

We have a Jedi Master on the battlefield now. I probably won't play as Jedi during this thing very much, but I figure I'll give you guys a look at how they work during this mission.

Also it's Mace Windu, the baddest and raddest of all the Jedi masters. You don't pass up Mace Windu.

Now we're bringin' purple fury to this battlefield.

Jedi can sprint ludicrously fast, which is good because they have fairly short lifespans. That Lightsaber down there is a timer that counts down my available time. It get's empty, I am no longer a Jedi.

Fortunately it can be renewed via the slaughter of my enemies.

It's kind of hard to get good screenshots of jedi slaughter because droids tend to just explode violently.

Every once in a while you can get a good chop down without them going boom boom. It usually either slams them to the ground or sends them flying. Very cathartic.

Jedi's also have a few force powers for ranged combat. None of them are all that great. Mace can throw his lightsaber, and most jedi do the same thing.

He can kill tanks with it though, which makes it still more useful than Nu 783.

My final objective is to capture a Bunker. Shouldn't be too hard with the power of Space Samuel L. Jackson on my side.

Oh looky I was right.
Thanks, Space Samuel L. Jackson!

Back in AZ-29's shoes, I muse on our success.

Whatever the war would throw at us. Mostly: A shitload of droids.

And a quick look at the stats screen. Notice that Nu 783 didn't make it into the top 13. What a joke.
Tune in next time for the continued adventures of AZ-29, the Expendable Space Marine!