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Orobos
Combat Engineer
Level 6 : Terrain Management
Story 1 : Navigation

Orobos moved through the thick undergrowth of the forest he was supposed to navigate his way through while watching out for patrols. He was an expert hunter, back on his home planet. He could move silently though no one would've guessed by how big he was. There were only two small differences. One, he was in stormtrooper armour and was armed with an E-11, which was set to stun. The second difference was that he was moving through a forest, not navigating his way across a barren, landmarkless plain of snow and ice.

He carried on alert for any sentries that might be lurking nearby. He was supposed to get from the west side of the forest to the east side where transport was waiting. He was supposed to avoid patrols who also had E-11, which would be set to stun, or at least he hoped so. From his position on the ground the forest seemed to go on forever and every direction it looked the same. He had stopped every ten or fifteen minutes and broke a bit of a bush or laid some stones in the direction he was going. To the untrained eye it would just look like a pile of rocks but Orobos would pick up on it straight away.

Orobos was walking crouched low when he heard the sound of shuffling feet coming from the other side of the bush he was beside. He moved quickly behind one of the large trunks of the trees nearby aware that the patrols would most likely move in pairs. He chanced a quick glance around the tree and spotted two sentries, both in stormtrooper armour like himself but with a green band around there arm so that they wouldn't confuse themselves with the trainees or the trainees, them. One of them was crouched low looking at what appeared to be tracks. It was obvious to Orobos even at the distance between him and them that in was footprints and another person had passed through here alone. It had to be a trainee.

The other sentry was looking at the footprints on the ground as well trying to discern whether it had been some animal. Before they came to a conclusion Orobos leaned out from behind the trees and fired two shots in the direction of the sentries. He hit the one that was standing first. He went down unconscious. The second shot went wide. The other sentry reacted instantly sending several blue rings from his E-11 towards him. Orobos ducked behind the tree again and watched as the rings flew past. He rolled out the other side of the tree his movement was obscured by the bushed but the sentry heard the twig snapping ass he landed on it sending another volley of shots in his direction.

Orobos straightened up just in time to duck behind another tree. Orobos sent another shot in the sentries direction. The man dived into a thicket of bushes. He got up quickly and was about to respond when Orobos hit him with another shot. The man collapsed falling forwards. The other sentries would have been alerted by now so Orobos moved quickly away from the scene, moving in the direction he had been going before running into the men. There was no point in hiding the bodies as the instructor had told them that the guards would have tracking systems in each others armour as to find anyone who was stunned and get them back to a ambulance.

The firefight had lasted only ten minutes. That was about an hour and a half he'd been in the woods. Deciding it was no good just trudging on in the same direction. Finding a sturdy looking tree Orobos began to climb. After a few meters or so he came out looking over the canopy. They had started just at mid-day. The sun had slightly moved down. Well if he wanted to get to the east of the forest he'd have to move in the opposite direction of the sun. He could see the edge of the forest from this high up and judged it would only take him another half hour or so to reach it if he didn't run into any more sentries.

Orobos continued on in the direction he had judges west. He caught glimpses of the sun in places where the canopy had formed holes. He was able to keep on track. He was surprised he hadn’t heard anything since his firefight. He thought they would’ve been all over him in a matter of minutes as soon as the sentry hit the ground. Just as he thought it several ring flew out from all direction. He did the only sensible thing that came to mind. He dropped to the ground letting his feet fall out from underneath him. He hit the ground hard. Once the blue rings had passed overhead he heard one muffled cry. The must’ve hit one of there own.

Orobos rolled to his right into some bushes. Standing up straight away his lifted his weapon. There was a sentry on the ground in a heap and another one was standing over him. Orobos sent the man flying backwards with a volley of shots. The other two sentries only a few meters away responded riddling the bushes with a flurry of shots. Orobos was lucky none of them hit him. He ran back a few more meters to get some distance between himself and the sentries. They followed him and quickly. Orobos ducked behind a tree. AS one of the sentries ran by he tripped the man, then spinning out from behind the tree he stunned the other guard with a shot from his E-11. He did the same to the sentry still on the ground.

He had lost his direction in the middle of the fight and so had to make another climb up one of the tall trees. Once sure which way was east he started walking again. The fight had added an extra twenty minutes to the journey and so Orobos trudged on through eh undergrowth.

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Orobos finally reached the edge. He headed straight for a large truck parked nearby where other trainees where sitting. He watched as about ten or so sentries were lifted out by medical personnel on stretchers and as other walked into the forest in there pairs to replace them. There was still about fifteen or so trainees in the wood. The truck they were in lurched forward and drove back to the academy.

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Aeos: Passed

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Orobos : Combat Engineer
Level 7 : Combat Engineer Qualification
Story 1 : Improvised Munitions

Orobos sat on the spindly stool in the immaculate white room he was used to. The blast chamber behind the instructors desk blackened as usual the rest of the room covered up in tiles with desks. The instructor was explaining about improvised munitions.

"Now on such an occasion in which you've lost your demolitions pack, had it taken from you or something along those lines being able to make explosives out of things that are available to you. Such as this," he said scooping the alarm clock of his desk, If you take some exposed wires which lead to the speakers in the clock and run them through the fuse of the explosive all you have to do then is set the time you want it to go off at. That's just an example of the kind of explosive you can make. We're going to do a field test. You will be allowed gather up your standard stormtrooper equipment but no demo packs. Right five minutes."

Pushing his stool away from the desk Orobos followed the rest of the class and of towards the armoury. They gathered up the armour, E-11s frag grenades and the medical pack. They all scrambled out of the armoury and down the hallway to the front doors which slid open onto the training grounds.

"Alright lets get this going. Make up three explosives from what you have in your kit. You'll test them to see their lethality and then we'll go through designs of making improvised explosives. You have half an hour starting, now!"

The order was unexpected and the recruits hurriedly pulled out there equipment and began rummaging through it. Orobos aid his out in front of him and looked at what he had to work with. He picked up an ammo cartridge. Pulling it apart he stared at the contents. There was the safety mechanism stopping the overload of the cartridge as for something so small it held quite a large bit of energy. Plying the mechanism and fuse out he tossed them away. He put the ammo cartridge aside, all he'd have to do is insert it into the weapon, take it out and throw it.

Next he turned to his medical kit seeing if there was anything there that might be useful in an explosive. He unrolled some bandages and inserted it into the small, white bottle of alcohol in the case. Turning the bottle upside down he let the bandages absorb some of the liquid. He set that down by the tampered ammo clip.

He turned back to the medical kit and removed a series of creams and gels. He tried lighting a few of them on fire. A specific blueish coloured gel from a large tube marked K0H burned bright purple and which a large flame came from. He grabbed the bandages again and covered them in the gel. Leaving the end of the bandage dry he brought out his fire arm and removed the clip. He then placed the dry piece of bandage where the clip connected with the weapon. When he pulled the trigger it should ignite the bandage and gel. He wrapped it around the weapon.



After a few minutes the instructor moved about them and checked there improvised ammunition. Orobos' worked as he'd hoped. Demonstrating his explosives he took up a position to throw them from and picked up the tampered ammo clip. He slipped it into the E-11 and drew it out quickly. The warning beep was coming from the remaining safety mechanism that the clip was overloading. He threw it far into the field of mud in front of him which was for testing explosives. Shrapnel flew out in all directions. The splash range was exceptional.

Next Orobos picked up the alcohol bottle with the improvised wick in it. Lighting the soaked fuse he let it burn for a second and then threw it. It had the desired affect. The moment the flame touched the concentrated liquid it burst into a flame a few feet wide. The range wasn't great but if thrown properly could take one or two enemies at once.

Next Orobos picked up his final explosive he had left to test. He slipped the ammo clip into the side arm. He saw the spark of flame and the bandage ignite. He threw this into the mud field as he had with the others. It wasn't as an impressive as his other demonstrations. It would have been more like a morale booster for the enemy. The gel ignited but only fizzled in the field a bright purple flame.

"A good start, we'll cover more inside," the instructor said a rather disgusted look on his weather beaten features as he looked at the sputtering flame. The trainees gathered up there equipment and moved to follow their teacher inside.

COMMENTS: Well, green seems to be the color of champions here so I will continue with the trend. Good work Orobos, but I feel that I didn't see as much of your character as I would normally have liked. I am more than confident though that you know what you're writing about.