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Kami
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  Hidden Agenda (Storm Platoon)
August 26, 2008 5:42:08 AM    View the profile of Kami 
The call from Aeos came at three in the morning. Kami was already awake, her head propped on her arm, her gaze fixated on the neon glowing numbers of the clock on her side table. She'd been having trouble sleeping lately. But then again, sleep had never come easily to her, a habit strengthened by precarious conditions out in the field.

She dressed in minutes, throwing her hair up into a messy ponytail as she strode down the silent corridors towards Aeos's office. She slid to a halt in front of her door, cleared her throat and knocked once.

“Come in.”

Kami swept inside in a few long strides, taking in the dark circles beneath Aeos's eyes and her disheveled appearance in a single glance. The younger woman tried and failed to pull her lips into a smile, the attempt a clear sign that something was wrong. Dropping down into the chair opposite the Platoon Commander of Storm, Kami neglected to address formalities, opting to address her friend directly,

“What's wrong?”

Aeos sighed, glancing down to her hands which were clasped tightly together on the desk before her, “I...um...I have to go home for a while. A month or so. There's a few things I need to deal with.”

Kami sat forward on her chair, resting one hand lightly on top of Aeos's as she did so. Aeos glanced up, meeting her gaze directly for the first time.

“So go,” Kami's smile was reassuring, “I'll watch over Storm while you're gone.”

Aeos gave her hand a slight squeeze before visibly seeming to collect herself. She reached down into the drawer contained to the left of her desk, pulling a metal briefing file free and placing it before Kami.

“I hate to leave you to take on something like this alone, but HC just sent this over.” Aeos watched as Kami flicked open the file to scan the contents before continuing, “It's urgent. Rizzit wants the entire platoon to move on it now.”

Kami's jaw was set as she finished reading, before she snapped the file shut with a flick of her wrist, “I understand.”

Aeos came to her feet, slinging a small duffel bag over her shoulder as she did so, “Everything I have is yours. Whatever you can use to help you with the mission.” She started to walk past Kami, only to pause briefly in the doorway before disappearing from view, “Oh and tread carefully on this one Kams. It's not our usual area of expertise.”

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Ardric Riles was an awfully busy man. As Chief Minister for the government of Kolstor, he was constantly making decisions and taking action to ensure the continued success and growth of his people. In the six years in which he had held the leadership position of his party, the economy had flourished, aided by the discovery of duralium within the ranges dotting the eastern side of the planet. Since then, factories producing some of the best shielding and alloy based products within the galaxy had sprung up within every city, providing thousands of jobs and flushing wealth into every household. Life was good. And for the first time in half a century, the people of Kolstor were happy.

“Riles,” That was Haann Quallo, Riles PA, and thanks to his insane work hours, only friend. The small, rodent face man had appeared abruptly in his doorway, flustered beneath a towering pile of paperwork, “You better hurry, the meeting is about to start.”

“I know, I know,” Riles cast the datapad in his hand aside, irritated by Quallo's manner. A Kuati by birth, Ardric had retained his birth nation's tendency towards arrogance and subsequently resented being told what to do.

“See you in a moment then sir,” Quallo bared his yellow teeth in an scary smile, then skittered off towards the parliamentary chamber.

Pulling on one of his many tailored jackets, Riles moved swiftly after his PA, already dreading what was to come. A few weeks ago he and his party had been contacted by a New republic delegate, who had offered allegiance and a general swath of rewards. Kolstor was drawing notice, and Ardric was well aware that other military factions would soon follow in the Republic's stead.

He entered the chamber, the forty or so other members of his party coming to their feet as he walked through the elaborate timber doors. Waving a hand in a signal to be seated, Ardric gestured with a nod of his head for the designated speaker and meeting director, Luan Cyneques, to raise the issue of the day.

“We have been approached by another faction offering allegiance and protection,” The slim ex-farmer started, drawing startled exclamations from everyone within the chamber, including Ardric.

“What?” Ardric was abruptly back on his feet, “Why was I not informed of this development?”

Luan offered a cocky smile, the expression sitting easily on his handsome face. One of Ardric's most stalwart competitors, he had managed to secure the powerful position of parliamentary speaker thanks to extensive support from Kolstor's rural bound communities, “I did inform your PA a few minutes ago, with specific instructions to pass on the information immediately.”

Ardric shot a venomous glance at Haann, who conveniently disappeared back into the ranks of the other assistants. Meanwhile, Luan had continued, and was now gesturing at the large screen at the rear wall of the chamber,

“I have agreed to grant an audience to Sergeant Major Kami Sharpe of the Vast Empire. Welcome Sergeant, if you could be brief it would be appreciated.”

Ardric looked up in time to see a woman suddenly appear on the screen, clad in an impeccably pressed Imperial military uniform. She seemed to be in her late twenties, with striking green eyes and the high arched cheekbones. Recognizing the classic features of Kuati aristocracy, Ardric sought to draw her attention and regain control of the meeting, “Ah, a fellow Kuati. Welcome Sergeant. I am Chief Minister Ardric Riles.”

“A pleasure to meet you Minister,” The young Imperial officer's voice was well modulated, a perfectly timed smile of greeting flashing across her face, “I believe you've spoken previously to my superior, General Rizzit Blackheart?”

“Well..yes,” Ardric felt a frown touch his brow, “He was quite insistent about allowing VE envoys onto the planet. I did explain to him at the time that it wasn't in Kolstor's best interests...”

“I do believe you have already agreed to allow a group of NR officials to visit within the week, or have I been misinformed?,” Luan again, his smile still frozen in place. He and the Sergeant seemed to share a glance of understanding, and Ardric felt his temper threaten as he spoke again,

“Be that the case I don't believe...”

“You already have several trade contracts with planets within the Sian System don't you Minister?” The Sergeant spoke perfectly again, her smooth voice overriding Ardric's, “Planet's loyal to the Vast Empire. Planet's that have consistently praised Kolstor's quality exports and the people's professionalism. We are most interested in meeting with you and your party first hand.”

“I am sure the Minister would agree that it is only fair considering he had already granted an audience to the Republic.” Luan spread his arms wide, lavishing his attention on each and every member of the chamber, “Especially since the Vast Empire are virtually our neighbors.”

Ardric opened his mouth to argue, only to have the VE Sergeant cut in once again, “Thank you for the invitation Minister Cyneques.” Her green gaze settled on Ardric, “We should touch down in the next 24 hours.”

Luan gave an elaborate bow in farewell, Ardric standing shell shocked as the screen died. Taking full advantage of his confusion, Luan resumed his seat and rearranged the papers before him, “Now, for the next item on the agenda. Rising fertilizer prices.”

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Kami went straight from her confrontation with the council of Kolstor to Aeos's office. Since she spent virtually all of her time in the Jester barracks, she had originally neglected Rizzit's offer of a PA's office near Aeos's. Now, as she settled herself amongst Aeos's paperwork into a chair that was set way too high for her tall form, she wished she had given in to protocol.

Lucky was already there, her long dark hair hanging loose about her shoulders. She stiffened in salute as Kami breezed in, relaxing only as Kami waved a hand to stand down. From her position behind Aeos's desk, she regarded the young squad leader of Paladin for a second before speaking,

“I apologize for waking you. I know free time is short between missions.”

Lucky seemed embarrassed by the apology, “It's no problem. You said it was a platoon matter, I assume Tanus is on the way?”

Kami declined her head, “Yes. But I wanted to talk to you briefly. I've been handed a situation which requires delicate handling. This isn't something we can approach with brute force. I understand that the majority of your squad members have considerable experience with unconventional warfare?”

Lucky nodded, “It's why we were all chosen for Paladin.”

“Good,” Kami allowed her shoulders to relax slightly, “That's a relief. I have faith in all of Storm's soldiers, but experience will be invaluable for this mission.”

“Kami...” Luckystar tilted her head to the side, on edge as a result of Kami's manner, “Are you going to tell me what's going on?”

A gentle knock at the door caused both troopers to glance up. Kami shifted in her chair, “Come in.”

Tanus and Bright entered, snapping to a salute just inside the door. Unable to stop a frown from filtering over her face at what she considered a wearing gesture, Kami waved for the duo to take a seat beside Lucky.

Tanus, typically focused, gave Kami the opening she needed, “What do you need us to do?”

“HC wants us to forge an alliance with the planet Kolstor,” Kami slid three indentical files across the desk, “Inside you'll find information relevant to the planet, its environment, economy and social structure.”

Bright's eyebrows arched as she skimmed the inside of her file, “They're doing quite well for themselves.”

“Very well,” Kami agreed, “Which is why HC doesn't want to risk interrupting the flow of things by forcing an allegiance with a display of violence. The people of Kolstor are highly independent, and have a democratically elected government. They're used to getting their way. Flying in and pointing guns will most likely end in a series of rebellions and revolts.”

“So we bribe?” Tanus's gold gaze settled on Kami, “Isn't that what high command does in situations like these?”

Kami grimaced, “Usually, but Kolstor isn't lacking in the funds department right now. They can afford to be choosy. Additionally, we have another faction pushing for an agreement with Kolstor with equally as impressive resources. The New Republic.”

There was silence for a few moments as the trio absorbed the news. It was Lucky who finally spoke,

“So we hide our hand, land on planet and attempt to make the NR look as bad as possible whilst providing a shining demonstration of the Vast Empire's attributes?”

Kami smiled for the first time since the beginning of the briefing, “To put it simply, yes. HC wants all three squads to touch down on Kolstor in civilian clothes, unarmed, in a blatant gesture of goodwill. Once there we are to move amongst the population, aid them when they need, and generally make ourselves out to be lovely people. When we can, we attack the Republic's movement. Take out inspirational speakers, bomb targets and suggest the NR is as fault, or perhaps even pose as local insurgents determined to bring about anarchy. Our work doesn't have to be huge, just influential. Ardric Riles, the Chief Minister of Kolstor is NR friendly. If we suggest that Kolstor is unsafe, that the NR is untrustworthy, and that the VE is the only way to maintain a secure and wealthy environment, we will have achieved our objective. Riles will have to bow to public pressure and sign his planet away.”

“That's a very big ask of three squads used to shooting first and asking questions later,” Tanus noted, his expression grim.

“I know,” Kami leaned forward onto her elbows, “And I wouldn't be asking unless I believed you were were capable of pulling this off.” She hesistated, then looked directly at Bright, “I'm going to be based at Kolstor's capital for the extent of this missin. I need to be close to Riles, and to whomever the NR appoint as their main contact. From there I'll co-ordinate everyone else and deal with any problems that arise. I'll need you to look after Jester.”

Bright blinked, looking stunned, “Kams, I'm not sure...”

“This is the way it has to be Bright,” Kami countered, “I have faith in you. You'll do fine.”

“When do we leave?” Lucky looked up for her file, seemingly calm. A good sign considering the speed that things were moving.

“Four hours,” Kami rose to her feet, the others standing with her, “I want you to find your squads and go over the objectives contained in your file. Ensure that everyone is aware of their role in all of this.”

“What about weapons? Armor?” Tanus spoke up again, his mind already processing the smaller details.

“We have a powerful contact on planet, who has agreed to provide us with the necessary equipment when we get there.” Kami rubbed a hand over her face, suddenly feeling her lack of sleep, “Get going. I'll grab some coffee and join you later on.”

All three soldiers saluted once again before turning to address their respective tasks.
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  RE: Hidden Agenda (Storm Platoon)
August 26, 2008 5:46:03 AM    View the profile of Kami 
Planet: Kolstor
Major exports:
•Electrum
•Duralium
Major Imports:
•Doan wine
•Bactade
•Coffee
Terrain: Oceans, forests, grasslands, volcanic.
Sentient Species: Human
Population: 20, 000
Location: Edge of Sian System

Mission Summary:

Storm Platoon are to attempt to secure the allegiance of the planet Kolstor. Under the guise of peacekeepers and negogiators, they are to secretely upset New Republic driven intiatives on planet and influence the local population to embrace VE ideals. Force is authorized, but only if the VE cannot be linked to the act.

Platoon Objective:

. Use any means avaliable to portray the New Republic in a negative light
. Secure allegiance with the planet Kolstor

Individual Squad Objectives:

Blackjack:

Focus on disturbing everyday urban functions by;

. Directing terrorist attacks against notable targets
. Employing riot control by causing, then halting riot activity
. Providing a helping hand to the public
. Acting as oppurtunities present themselves

Paladin:

Focus on disturbing everyday rural fuctions by;

. Destroying and repairing crops
. Damaging and replacing equipment
. Contaiminating water and power supplies
. Aiding the local community in repairing damage
. Acting as oppurtunities present themselves

Jester:

. Find and enlist Imperial loyalists
. Track down and remove Republic loyalists
. Ensure the continued saftey of Blackjack and Paladin by monitoring NR movement
. Provide scout detail for either squad as required

Notable NPC's:

Ardric Riles: Chief Minister of Kolstor's government. Extremely self obssesed, yet highly efficient at his job. Has dutifully served his people for six years. Highly preferres an allegiance with the New Republic.

Luan Cyneques: Second in charge within Kolstor's government structure. Young, and good looking, Cyneques is very popular amongst the local community. Supportive of the Vast Empire's attempt to gain allegiance. A critical ally for the duration of the mission.

** Note: Squad Members, please wait for your SL or ASL to post before you do so **
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  RE: Hidden Agenda (Storm Platoon)
August 26, 2008 12:28:53 AM    View the profile of Tanus Solvona 
Tanus walked out of Kami’s office, both relieved and bitter at the same time. He understood the severity of the mission at hand, and the Vast Empire could always use another ally. However, Tanus also questioned the ability of some of his troopers; most of them were new and didn’t have much experience in negotiation and subterfuge. Well, I suppose ARC at least prepared for what I had to do. And when it comes down to it, there isn’t anything better than doing a job yourself. I just hope my men are prepared for making a few sacrifices, Tanus thought to himself. As he entered the Blackjack barracks, he sent a message out to his new ASL, Helena, to join him in his office. He sat down at his desk and for the first time since getting it, had a good look at the file. Most of what he saw were pictures of monuments and areas surrounding the capital, which Tanus knew that he would have to use to his advantage. He also had times where people were usually out and about the most. Hmmm, it looks like Intel has been busy lately. This is some very in-depth stuff. As Tanus flipped to specific monuments near the capital building, Helena stepped in. She saluted and waited for Tanus to respond. Tanus didn’t even look up.

“Take a seat, Helena. No need to salute me; I know your SL for god’s sake.”

Helena took a seat and Tanus smiled. From all accounts he had received, she was by far one the most qualified troopers to fill in as his ASL, and her previous tenure in Wraith squadron made her ideal for this type of mission. Now he just hoped she was up to the task of leadership.

“So, we have a mission? What is it?”

Tanus slid her the file across his table; she caught it and started to look it over. He got up and went to his cabinet and pulled out a bottle of scotch and poured himself a glass, watching the amber liquid swirl around in his glass. He turned around as he closed the closet and saw her looking over the monuments. No doubt she’s already running through tactics for when we hit the ground. Helena looked up at him with a determined look.

“So we’re supposed to go in there, cause some trouble, fix it like nothing happened, and say it was the New Republic’s fault?”

Tanus nodded. “In a nutshell yes. What we also have to do is pull off a terrorist attack here and there; nothing big or anything like that I’m guessing. I suppose a flashbang should be enough to rile the people up. All we need to do at that point is step in and make sure everyone is safe. Having said that, we won’t have our standard payload this time around. As I’ve been told, we have a contact on planet that will give us all our gear. Now I just need to brief the rest of the squad. Send out a message to the squad to meet me in the meeting room in ten minutes. Join me when you’re finished.”

As Tanus left, he heard Helena tapping away on her datapad as she sent out the message. Within five minutes she was with him in the ready room, setting up the holoprojector. Well, at least now we’ll keep ourselves busy, Tanus thought.

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The squad was in the room well before ten minutes was up; Tanus knew that they were as ready for the mission as he was. He set the file down on the table next to him and cleared his voice, ushering the room to quiet.

“Good morning gentlemen. Two things are on the agenda. One of them is to welcome Helena to the squad as your new ASL. She’ll be taking care of you like a den mother… with a gun.”

There was brief bit of laughter among the squad to which Tanus smiled; he wanted them at least slightly relaxed for the message to come.

“The second point is that we have a new mission to work in conjunction with all of Storm platoon. The mission will be taking us to Kolstor, a colony world on the edge of the Sian system. It is a financially independent world, with its main exports being electrum and duralium. The Vast Empire wants this planet as a new ally. Unfortunately, so does the New Republic. Along with Jester and Paladin squads, we will be going in to both destabilize the NR support base and strengthen our own.”

Tanus nodded to Helena, who turned on the holoprojector, showing the planet and the capital city, along with several monuments.

“Now, Blackjack’s job here is crucial, as we will be in the crowds themselves. We will act as normal civilians while also being covert ops. This means that we will start riots, as well as end them, and we will throw in a few terrorist attacks for spice. As for weapons, we will not be bringing our own. Instead, a contact on planet will be supplying us with weapons and gear.”

Helena turned of the holoprojector and looked into the ground; Tanus rested his fist on the table.

“Failure is not an option gentlemen. With this victory, we secure a new ally for the Vast Empire. We leave in four hours. Meet me here when there is fifteen minutes left and we’ll head down together. Until that time, you are free to do as you please. Dismissed.”

Tanus turned back to Helena and nodded. She nodded back and gave him a rigid salute before departing. When Tanus turned back, the last of his squad was filing through the door and out into the hall. Tanus grabbed the file and left as well, making his way for his condo. Man, I just hope I haven’t gone soft…
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  RE: Hidden Agenda (Storm Platoon)
August 26, 2008 8:52:51 PM    View the profile of Jori 
Jori was feeling heavily disappointed during the briefing when he realized this was a diplomatic meeting and not a normal mission. The whole time during the meeting, Jori was recording the information on his datapad, planning on converting it into text later on. By the end of the meeting, he found out that they were in charge of finding the VE supporters and removing the NR supporters.
At least I will be able to shoot somebody. This will actually be cool. We get to sneak around at night and kill people. I wonder if we going to get a sniper rifle…

With a satisfied smile, Jori leaned back in his chair while Bright asked about questions. When none came, she shrugged her shoulders and walked away. Reaching the door, she turned and told them that they leave in four hours. Jori looked up as Bright turned back around and continued walking. Getting up and moving to where his stuff was, he started packing.

Lets see… I have everything that I need to bring. Now, I’ll carry my datapad, my sabacc deck, and my… shadow-suit. I’ll go on and put that on under my clothes right now.

As Jori donned the shadow-suit, he looked over the recordings from the briefing.

Hmmm… Doan wine. That might loosen a couple of reluctant tongues. I need to tell this to Bright and she might be able to get us some of it.

Jori finished up and slung his bag over his shoulder. Walking out, he looked around for Bright. Not seeing her, he decided to try her comm. Not getting an answer, he decided to wait until he saw her next. Sitting down to wait for his squadmates, Jori looked at his datapad and busied himself with the job of converting the speech into text. Time passed by quickly and he soon found himself joined by Jager and Keyel. Still awaiting the arrivals of Bright and Vasili, the three squadmates started up a game of sabacc. After a while, Jori was frustrated from his apparent lack of sabacc skill. They were finishing up their thirteenth game when Bright and Vasili walked up.

“Alright. All packed up? Good. Let’s move out. “
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  RE: Hidden Agenda (Storm Platoon)
August 27, 2008 1:47:21 AM    View the profile of Brightstar 
03:10 hours, After leaving Aeos/Kami's Office


Bright knew that this day would come sooner or later, but she had hoped that it would come much later than today. She could already feel the familiar churning in the pit of her stomach. Bright rarely ever got nervous just before missions, but this was different. On this mission she was actually leading the squad while Kami remained in the capital on Kolstor. "I think I'm going to be sick." She whispered as she entered her quarters to dress herself more professionally, if only slightly.

After doing that she made her way to the barracks. Knocking to make herself known she pushed open the door without waiting for a reply. "Up and at 'em boys we have work to do. Jester's briefing room in fifteen minutes tops." She scowled at Jori as he hurriedly pulled his sheet up to cover himself. "Its not like I've never seen a man shirtless, Kid." To the rest of Jester she said, "Don't dawdle this is important." With that she was making her own way to the briefing room.

While she waited for her boys to make their way into the room, Bright read through her file more thoroughly. She had not heard much about Kolstor so she had taken a few tips from Kami and did a bit of research, but she had to admit Intel was good on this place. She wondered if it was because Kolstor sat on the very edge of the Sian System. She pursed her lips and pushed invading thoughts away as she focused on the briefing she would give. She wished though she had more information on Ardric Riles and Luan Cyneques. "We'll just have to figure it out ourselves." She said quietly.

"Figure what out ourselves?" A familiar voice asked from the doorway. Bright looked up but she didn't need to to know who the newcomer was. Jager looked just as fresh as if he'd had an entire night's sleep. At twenty three Jag was only two standard years older than herself, but he looked for all the galaxy as if he'd lived a hundred lifetimes these last few missions. She knew he had to be tired despite the fact that he didn't look it at all. He was only an inch and a half taller than she was with sort brown almost black hair and intelligent brown eyes. He was muscular, perhaps the most muscular member of Jester. His right hand was an obvious cybernetic replacement for the one that had been lost before Bright had met him. She had not asked him about it and he had not asked her about how she had lost her own left arm.

"Wait till the others are here." Bright said indicating he should actually enter the room. Jager did and decided to lean against the counter next to the door, giving Bright a toothy smile. "Hows the hand working?" She asked conversationallyy. It felt good just to talk to someone instead of thinking about the position she found herself in.

"Still holding up, wished we'd had time so I could replace the damn thing though. How's your ears. Perforated eardrums hurt so I hear." Jag said keeping the conversation going. Bright just shrugged and grinned.

It wasn't long till the rest of the boys waltzed in. The red headed woman was sorry to see that Vasili wasn't with them, but then he had only been on loan for their last mission. She sighed quietly as she began the briefing.

"Ok boys, this is a doosy I have to say, We're headed to the planet Kolstor located just outside the Sian System." She turned the holoprojector on to a holo of a topographic view of the planet. "Its a wealthy planet having gotten that way for its Electrum and Duralium exports." She clicked her remote and another holo popped up. "This is the capital city. It's also where Kami is going to be stationed for the duration of this mission, meaning you're all stuck with me."

There was a small wave of murmurs that ran its course through the room but it died away quickly. Bright smiled inwardly. "This is a platoon mission meaning we will be working in conjunction with Blackjack and Paladin on this." She waited for that news to settle in for a moment. "Jester's objectives stand as thus: Objective One: Find and enlist Imperial loyalists. This should be relatively easy considering our talents for scouting people out. Objective Two: Track down and remove Republic loyalists. Yes we actually do get to shoot people. I have to tell you though that we will not be taking our own gear. It will be provided for us by a contact on Kolstor. Objective Three: Ensure the continued safety of Blackjack and Paladin by monitoring NR movement. We'll decide who will be doing just that when we have a look at the gear we will have available to us. Objective Four: Provide scout detail for either squad as required. This should be fairly easy as this is what we do best. I know that we can pull that bit off." Bright grinned one of her easiest grins and laid her file down on the table in front of her. "Boys we leave in three hours and fifteen minutes. We go in as "Civilians". Our job is to debunk the NR power base. Hopefully nothing will go wrong. Any questions?"

Nobody said anything, Bright wasn't sure that was a good thing. Even to her the briefing she just gave sounded a bit confusing. Why couldn't I have been born with Kami's flair for words? Bright thought. "All right then go get ready. See you in three hours."

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Back at her apartment, Bright sat in the room she had recently converted into a study/office and looked out the window just above her desk. She wasn't even sure what she was thinking really. She was just sure that she was going to screw things up. " I wonder if Kami ever felt this way?" She said to no one in particular.

Behind her a soft whistle bloomed into existence. It was her black and white R2 astromech droid she called C5. He had been with her awhile now and she had never found a reason to take it in for a memory wipe. She turned and smiled at the squat little droid. "Oh I'll be fine C5, I just need to stop doubting myself. I wish I had Kami's confidence in my abilities." Bright sighed again and shook her head vehemently. She got up and went to her bedroom to pack her civilian clothes, patting C5 on the top of his dome as she passed. The droid followed her making suggestions in a series of beeps, blips, and whoops.

Bright laughed out right at some of them and nodded at others. Soon her duffle was packed and she was ready to go. She grabbed her personal datapad and bid farewell to her droids telling them to look after the place while she was gone.

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Bright made her way quickly to the ships that would take the rest of Storm Platoon to Kolstor and loaded her things. She looked around but found none of Jester around and went back to find them. She scowled when she found them playing Sabacc but she hung back to watch the last game. Jori was horrible at the game she realized.

Walking into view she gave her best impression of a hard-assed Squad Leader. "Get your asses in gear boys why am I waiting on you!" She nodded with satisfaction when she saw Jori and Zeven jump. She knew she couldn't fool Jag and Maze did seem like the type to fool easily but those two were enough. She watched as they quickly gathered the cards and their gear and followed her to the transport ship. By that time all of Blackjack was there loading onto their own transport and at least a few members of Paladin were also in view near their transport as well.

Nodding to Tanus, Bright climbed on board the shuttle that had been reserved for Jester, closely followed by Jager. She pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and tossed them to the tall trooper. "Don't smoke them all in one spot." She said as she found a seat next against the far corner.
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  RE: Hidden Agenda (Storm Platoon)
August 27, 2008 5:47:07 AM    View the profile of Jager 
"Wow..." was all Jager could say as the Jesters disembarked the shuttle. Kolster was everything the data suggested, backwater and dirty... but this was to be expected of a planet located on the rim of a system with a permanent population of about 20,000.

In alot of ways Kolster reminded him of home, the dead end jobs, the boring people, the bits and pieces of old starships and speeders that littered the landing pad and surrounding area, even down to the look of despair on some of the ship technicians and that wandered, like zombies, around the pads. Jager was already walking towards the landing pad entrance when the other Jesters had finished gathering their belongings,

"Hold it," someone cried from back at the shuttle, "Where do you think your going?"

Jager stopped and called back, still facing the door "To a cantina..."

"How are you going to find one, and how are we going to find you?" Bright replied, Jager tapped his Comm link on his neck twice,

"If you need me, I'll only be a call away" he finished smugly,

"We have a job to do, don't forgot that" Bright stated over the Comm's,

"I wont, Jager out...", and with that the Corporal continued on his way into Kolster.

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Outside the landing pad things were exactly what he expected, boring... lots of activity with people and droids wandering between the other pads and shops... but boring. At first Jager stood still, taking in the hustle and bustle of the surrounding streets, then after a few minutes he got his bearings and joined the crowds. It didn't take long for him to find a Cantina, on a planet inhabited by spacers and miners you'd expect there to be a few of them around.

reaching the door he stopped and turned to the bouncers, revealing his M3 which he had holstered under his coat. The two just stood their in a slightly confused daze,

"You trying to sell that, or what?" one scoffed,

"Bah... he's probably a spacer..." the other said, turning to Jager, "Listen.. buddy, we don't care. As long as you don't cause no trouble, we don't have a problem"

Jager gave a shrug "Works for me", he mumbled and continued inside. This meant two things... One, he had the ability to protect himself and Two, everyone in this bar and possibly on this pity backwater of a world was packing some sort of firearm. 


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Jager picked a seat up the back in one of the booths, from where he sat he had a good view of the door and the bar. Frankly he didn't know how he was going to sway the people... or even where to start, but necessity is the mother of invention so he figured that by sitting here and drinking something would come to him. The bar itself was prefect for the job, it was full of local miners and shop owners unwinding after a hard days work...

A few monitors dotted the bar, showing pod-racing or news feeds. Jager glanced over them with disinterest as he scanned the faces of his fellow bar patrons. After a few minutes of scanning he was interrupted by a young female Twi'lek, who just stood their with staring and smiling.

After a while Jager realised she was there acknowledged her presence, "Listen... I don't know what your sellin', but i don't want it...",

The twi'lek however didnt take the hint, and continued to stand there, her expression seeming somewhat more dopey then before.

At first Jager just ignored her, usually these kids take the hint and move on... but she continued to stand there,

"Do you want a cigarette... is that it?" Jager stated irritably, but still nothing, not even a flinch.

"WHAT!" Jager cried in frustration as his patients came to an end. This earned him a few unwanted looks from the surrounding tables.

The frustrated Corporal felt a tap on his shoulder from a man in the booth next to his,

"Hey, Go easy on her... she's the barmaid",

Releasing the error in judgment, he quickly began retracting his previous statements "Oh... Oh, shit... sorry, uh... anything hard and cheap" he stammered, handing the girl a few credits for her trouble,

"Whats the deal with her?" Jager asked the patrons in the next booth,

"Her... poor thing, she's a little on the dim side." one of the women said with a sigh,

"Its not her fault, damn Imps sent her Pa' off to a prison station a few years back, she's had to work her with her mother to keep the place open." another sneered,

"What did he do" Jager asked cautiously, not sure where these peoples loyalties lay,

"Supporting our brothers in the NR" the man blurted out before being shut up by the other women in the booth, who mumbled something about Jager possibly being an government spy.

Acting fast Jager stated,

"Fuck the Imperials... Those pushy bastards think they can just show up here and command honest people around"

The group in the booth paused, Jager began to panic... perhaps he came on to strong, perhaps these guys were Imperial supports trying to see if Jager was with the New republic. After a few more moments of tense silence one of the women offered Jager a seat in their booth as well as a fresh round of drinks.

He had found his in, now it was just a matter of sitting back and seeing where this would take him.
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August 27, 2008 6:24:21 AM    View the profile of Kami 
*Set shortly before Jager's post*

Kami had just collapsed into the plush chair of Paladin's shuttle next to Lucky when a slim, blonde man materialized abruptly before her,

“Sergeant Sharpe?”

Kami jumped, her coffee cascading over the side of her imperial logo mug, “Gods!”

“Sorry,” The co-pilot had the decency to look sheepish, whilst Lucky snorted in barely contained amusement beside her “I was told to inform that you have a high priority video message waiting up front.”

Kami swore profusely under her breath, causing the co-pilot's eyebrows to raise into his hairline. They'd only been in the air for an hour or so and it was the first chance she'd had to take a breath. Pushing her mug away with a disgusted exclamation, she swept past the pilot and the other members of Paladin towards the cockpit. Raising a hand in greeting to the older soldier behind the shuttle's controls, Kami signaled that he should patch the message through, and was unsurprised to see Luan Cyneques's grinning face.

“Sergeant,” Luan's smile widened, “I hope I didn't interrupt.”

“No no,” Kami forced an equally bright smile, “I assume the rest of the meeting went well?”

“Of course.” Luan waved a hand as though handling the affairs of an entire planet was a trivial matter, “If I want it to go well, it will go well. You have made arrangements to leave?”

Kami nodded, “Yes, everything is running as planned. We're actually in the air at the moment. Once again, you have our thanks for your aid, General Blackheart bade me to inform you that you will be rewarded when the paperwork finally goes through.”

Luan winked, “Why, the continued growth on Kolstor is reward enough Sergeant.”

Unperturbed by the politicians flirtatious manner, Kami simply declined her head in agreement, “Of course...I hate to be abrupt minister, but was there a specific reason for this call? We should be on planet shortly and I'll be able to speak to you face to face."

“Yes, there was,” Luan glanced down at something off screen, “I'm forwarding you some information pertaining to a particularly active rebel group. They go by the name of 'Chaos.' An original title I know, but quite fitting considering how and when they decide to strike.” He looked back to Kami, “They've become increasingly violent as of late, targeting government projects and official party members in an attempt to initiate anarchy. A perfect ruise for your men if they require it.”

Kami feigned confusion, “No ruise is required Minister. Our forces will simply aid and represent the Vast Empire once we touch down.”

Luan's smile blossomed once again,“Yes...I'm sure they will. Farewell Sergeant. I'll be seeing you shortly.”

“Till then,” Kami slapped the console before her, cutting off the transmission. Her datapad beeped as she did so, announcing that it had received Luan's file. Opening it with tap of her finger, Kami let out a pent up breath. Inside were details relevant to symbols, key leaders and a series of cryptic passcodes of the Chaos rebel movement. At least Cyneques was proving to be a reliable ally.

Resolving to somehow procure another cup of coffee from the battered looking machine in the pilot's lounge, Kami spun on her heel and made her way back to the rear of the shuttle.
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  RE: Hidden Agenda (Storm Platoon)
August 27, 2008 8:35:22 AM    View the profile of Orobos 
Orobos stood up from the seat which had just begun to buckle under his weight and exited the room after his squad. He was a bit disappointed at hearing it was a sabotage mission though as he thought about it he was sure he could use a little experience in this kind of field. He'd received the basic training and as a hunter on his home world he was ready but in the middle of an Urban environment and he was supposed to go unnoticed. It was going to be difficult.

Orobos caste the thoughts out of his mind and moved back to get his equipment. Halfway there lost in a trail of thought he stopped realising they wouldn't be bringing any gear. He rubbed his eyes and turned around. He headed towards the pub. He walked back the way he'd come passing the barracks he heard some of his squad talking inside. He continued down the hall turning left to face a long line of technicians, droids, soldiers and officers moving through the halls. He sighed and pushed his way into the flow of people.

After a while of trudging along with the crowds he separated himself from the line and walked into the bar the door sliding open as he drew closer. The pub was very full. There were officers and non-coms everywhere. He supposed a lot of them might have also been assigned to the mission. Walking up to the bar he ordered a drink and turned to look at a holo-projecter which was at the far end of the bar.

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"So when did you say you joined up?" Orobos asked the lieutenant at the bar he'd been talking to,

"Around four years ago,"

"And you've been on garrison duty ever since,"

"Yup. I'm in charge of a platoon. Same old thing. Training, patrol. No action."

"Sounds like a cushy job."

"Wanna trade?" the Officer said laughing,

"Ah.. I wouldn't trade this for a world. Well now that I think about it that'd be nice."

"What world was it you said you were stationed on?"

"Kashna,"

"Can't say I've heard of it. What type of world world?"

"Ninety percent of the world is covered by water but that part that isn is covered is forests."

"Sounds nice,"

"It is, we have lot of fishing that provides a lot of people in the empire with food and we also harvest fungi from the ocean floor for medical use and to be studied."

"Sounds nice............"

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Orobos walked out of the pub an hour later. It had become too crowded and he couldn't get up to the bar anymore. Passing a drunk technician on the way out he made for the barracks to get some sleep. The corridors were a lot quieter and he passed hardly anyone on the way back. He walked into the barracks half asleep heading straight towards his bunk.

"You ready for this one?" Garryll asked as he walked in.

"Hope so," Orobos mumbled climbing into his bunk, "Think anyone will notice that there is a big, hairy terrorist and a big, hairy Imperial?"

"That'll be though to conceal," Garryll said looking as puzzled about the situation as Orobos felt.

"Looks like I'll be helping little old ladies crossing the road for this-un," Orobos said chuckling as he did,

"More like calling an ambulance for them once they've seen you,"

Orobos laughed at that. His laugh echoed around the near empty baracks.
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August 27, 2008 10:21:37 AM    View the profile of Luckystar 
Lucky walked swiftly towards the Paladin barracks and once inside the briefing room, contacted Sam and as soon as he assured her he was on his way, she contacted the rest of the squad and waited for everyone to arrive.

While she waited, she made herself a cup of strong coffee and sat down at the head of the table. While she was reading the file for the third time n a row, she heard the door hiss open and looked up to see Cursed walk in.

"Good morning, Cursed. Sorry to wake you up so early."

"S'alright, Ma'am. Is it a mission? Can you tell me what it's about?"

She shook her head. He would have to wait until the rest of the squad was here. Five minutes later, everyone was sitting around the long table, waiting for her to speak up.

"Alright people, this mission is a biggie. The whole of Storm Platoon will be participating but we have certain objectives we need to accomplish. We will be heading to the planet Kolstor. Our objectives are to disturb regular rural activities, such as  contaminating water supplies, damaging crops, but we also have to help the people fix the problems we have  created to make the people think the NR Troops are the ones who have down this. Any questions?"

Hassar raised his hand in a shy kind of way "Do we have to kill the NRs?"

"No. Not unless we spot them or they get in our way."

Wrex raised his hand next "So, do we bring our squad equipment with us?"

"No. Only pack civilian clothes. We are not to bring any armor or weapons. There is someone there who will provide us with what we require."

After a brief moment of still silence, Sam spoke up "When do we leave?"

"Four hours. Pack your things, got eat something , keep yourselves occupied or get to the shuttle if you like. Each squad has its own shuttle. We'll meet up there. Dismissed!"
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August 27, 2008 12:01:53 AM    View the profile of Helena 
Helena felt her stomach knot as they began swerving and diving in the majorly small holding ship. She was stood next to a vacuumed window, her eyes began to dart left to right, watching the passing ships and various stars dashing past at light speed.

She turned towards Tanus,  staring deep into his facial features. Ones which she found peculiar. He seemed to be baring a pensive emotion through his features. He seemed to be carrying the clipboard with him and was flicking through the pages in deep thought.

Helena tapped him on the back and gave him a warm friendly smile.

“Where exactly are we going again once we land?” she mopped her brow from a bead of sweat, embarrassed of asking.

“I’m not sure, Kami hasn’t said if we are to go as squads or individually” he smiled back.

Helena found the smile comforting, even though she was excited to be going on her first mission as the new Blackjack ASL, she was still overly nervous she may mess things up.

“Oh and by the way Helena” Tanus called out, catching her just before she turned to head back to her corner.

“Don’t be afraid to ask me anything, it’s what I’m here for”

“Thank you Sir” she smiled and giggled lightly before once again, heading off back to her corner, where she could see the rest of the squad members passing cards along the floor to each other.

She lightly sighed to herself.

I hope I get to know everyone like I did in Wraith, I hope they accept me.

She placed her hands lightly on her hips biting her bottom lip hard.

I miss Kand

She then glanced out of the window, wiping a tear from her eye, before she goes to join them.
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August 27, 2008 12:44:10 AM    View the profile of Sandwich Sam 
The Zabrak had a number of ideas pertaining to the mission of destruction and repair as he packed a duffel bag with civilian clothing. He had only been back in the service for a few months and he was now packing like a civilian again. It almost got him thinking was done with the army again.

The early morning was something he sifted through with ease after taking one of his medicinal pick-me ups. He had begun to rely on them; although that fact eluded his consciousness. Nobody had yet said anything about it, which guided him to think that no problem existed with it.

Sam hoisted his bag to his shoulder with a low grunt and casually marched out of the room. The weight of the bag on his shoulder began to ache after a few minutes of walking down the hall towards the hangar. He shifted his bag to his other shoulder, continuing on without missing a beat.

The hangar was practically silent, minus the hums of the shuttle engines. This was one of the few times that anybody was able to hear one’s self think without any type of ear plugs.

“This could be an interesting little trip. And it is going to be great to not have to be someone else for once while wearing civvies,” Sam said to himself in a dull mumble which echoed slightly underneath the hum of the shuttles.

Sam approached a shuttle and was greeted by a pilot, “Good morning.”

“Morning, is this the Paladin shuttle?” Sam greeted and questioned.

“No sir, the Paladin shuttle is the one at the far end.”

“Figures, we rarely get the short walk,” Sam laughed giving a firm hand shake in thanks to the pilot.

Sam took a quick jog to the far end of the hangar to the Paladin shuttle. Once again he was greeted by the shuttle pilot.

“Morning to you as well,” Sam said with a sly grin.

“Name sir?”

“Sam,” Sam replied skipping over his rank and other military formalities. He had slipped back into civilian mode without any thought or intent.

“Uh, are you with Paladin squad?”

“Yes, why?” the Zabrak said with wonder as to the problem.

“Don’t see your name here,” the pilot replied gazing at his clipboard.

“First off, why do we have a check in? And two, what the hell do you mean you don’t see my name on the list?” Sam said sharply.

“Well, because everyone is traveling in civilian clothing we want to ensure that only squad members board the shuttle and not those who are departing the base as civilians. And…” the pilot looked up to see the irritation in the eyes of the Zabrak who stood before him, “Eh, here you take a look for yourself.”

Sam snatched up the list and drew his eyes up the list. He stopped at the second name and realized that they had put his actual name on the list next to his rank rather than what most called him.

“I’m right here. Didn’t think about this being a military list and them using my actual name rather than my colloquial name,” Sam said pointing out his name on the list, “Sorry about that.”

The pilot nodded, “Alright, sorry for the confusion.”

Sam stowed his bag and boarded the shuttle. He did not notice anyone else from Paladin to have already been aboard. He took a look at the time finding that there was still two hours before departure. He flopped down into a seat in the first row and began to lounge awaiting the arrival of the rest of the squad.
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August 27, 2008 3:23:40 PM    View the profile of Garryll Gates 
"Whoo-hoo! Civvy-clothes and bear!" Gates had thought once their SL had told them about their mission.

And then he told them about their objectives. "Sir, will we be doing assassinations?"

"Only if it can't be traced back to us. Go crazy, but be careful."

The SL continued. Gates again raised his hand.

"So we'll basically be looters, riot-raisers, and all-around terrorists, then, boss?"

"Umm, basically yeah."

"I'm so setting the NR embassy on fire."

This remark drew a couple chuckles. He quietly sat through the rest of the meeting, being sure to listen intently to Tanus' introduction of the new SL, their third in as many weeks.

Afterwards, he packed his civvy clothes, a light data pad, a couple packs of smokes and cigars - an acquired taste from an earlier ASL, a reptilian sergeant. He picked several combat knives from his collection; New Republic blades, Imperial, even a mini-machete from a jungle expedition. With a sigh, he put them back, then pulled a couple gangsters' knives from the shelves. Thin, strong and long, they were perfect for quiet assasinations. But he didn't take any guns, as his orders forebode it.

He carried his heavy bag, met Orobos half way out the door, had a good laugh with him, and continued on. He passed Tank, fiddling with his StrikeBreaker.

"Hey, Tank! We can't take your little toy! Somebody might notice it!"

The junior non-com gave kicked half-heatedly at him.

He continued forward out of the barracks, came across a pair of SL's - Tanus and another he didn't know by sight. He stopped, stepped to the side, threw a quick salute. Tanus tossed another as he walked past, but the other was deep in thought and ignored the non-com.

He got onto the shuttle, waited a while, and found he'd forgotten his toothbrush. He left the shuttle.

He ran into his new ASL, a corporal by the name of Helena, only a few dozen steps away. He, one of the tallest BJ's, towered over her.

"Hi, ma'am." said the young non-com, saluting.

The other raised an eyebrow, looked up at the much taller soldier.

"Hello, Gates," she returned the salute.

"Ready to crack some heads on command. 'Specially if they're wearing New Republic clothes," he grinned, and managed to get the ghost of a smile on the other's face.

"Gates, you are rather strange."

"I've been told it by every ASL that has had the pleasure of leading me. Ask Tanus- he'll remember. But I'm off, bound by honor to find me a toothbrush."

He left the senior stormtrooper shaking her head.
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August 27, 2008 3:27:40 PM    View the profile of Inyk 
As the shuttle landed and the doors opened, Inyk stepped of onto the platform to meet his first squad leader. A tan, muscular man, even though he seemed a few inches shorter than Inyk, the man, who he was assuming to be his new SL, was still much larger than Inyk and just as he got closer, Inyk was rather shocked to realize the man's eyes eyes were gold.

Inyk walked forward and stood up straight into a salute

"Private Inyk Aineastap reporting!"

"Yes, yes at ease, I'm Tanus Solvona , I will be your new Squad Leader." Tanus replied, he seemed to be in a bit of a rush.

"Nice to meet you sir." Inyk responded as he picked his bags back up.

"Ok now that we are aquanted, hurry and follow me to the squad barracks." Then Tanus took off into a brisk run, with Inyk following behind.

"Sir, why exactly are we running?" Asks Inyk, already running out of breath, he had never been much of a runner.

"I will explain on he shuttle, now hurry and empty everything but civilian clothes out of those bags" replied Tanus hurriedly.

Inyk droped his bags at the door, rips through them and tosses out almost everything on the floor other than a few shirts and pants he wore back home.

"Ok, come on to the shuttle!" rushed Tanus as he sprinted out the door.

They had reached the shuttle bay and jumped into a rather small transport. Inyk was completely out of breath, his new SL hadn't even broken a sweat.

"And who is this?" Remarked a rather furry man.

"Private Inyk Aineastap." replied Inyk, still trying to catch his breathe.

"Now will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?"
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August 27, 2008 3:59:23 PM    View the profile of Luckystar 
As Lucky left the briefing room after having put away everything that had been taken out, she headed back to her apartment to pack some clothes. She liked clothes that were light but durable as she wore them to do heavy-duty work sometimes.

Opening a drawer, she selected the most respectable looking clothes out of everything she had and neatly put them into a bag with a zipper.

Once she had everything she thought she would need, she picked out a nice-looking suit to wear to go there. Once she was fully dressed which didn't take her long, she grabbed the bag which felt fairly light which is what she liked when going out in civilian clothes for more than three days.

She headed off toward the hangar and passed the first shuttle, saluting the pilot standing outside as she passed by him. She stopped in front of the pilot and he asked her name.

"Luckystar"

"Not on here..."

Annoyed, she snatched the clipboard from his hands and looked at the list.

"I'm the name at the top of the list"

"Alright ma'am, sorry about taht."

Boarding teh shuttle she saw Sam sitting in a seat, he looked very comfortable where he was.

"Did he give you the same trouble he gave me?" the zabrak asked her.

"Yes. If you're talking about putting our actual names on teh list. Where's everyone?"

"Dunno. I'm sure they'll be here shortly."
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  RE: Hidden Agenda (Storm Platoon)
August 27, 2008 9:44:11 PM    View the profile of Decembrist 
Like the proverbial rebel without a cause, Vasili hopped back onto his speeder bike still parked in the now decimated 82nd’s hangar and rode off into the sunset. He was the perfect example of masculinity in motion (at least in his mind’s eye). Fresh off a successful mission for what it was worth to him, a couple pounds of flab the lesser for it and healthy as a mule despite his smoking and drinking, the latter of which he hadn’t had for weeks. The only thing that would make the picture of him riding off into the sunset even more perfect would be a lovely lady friend hugging his back. Determined to finish his time-killing joy ride from before the mission on Baroonda, the plains seemed to open up for him and V kicked it into gear, certain that he’d left a couple hangar-maidens wanting.

But like all fairy tale endings, there’s some fine print. Joy ride completed and a day or two spent on leave inside his Academy-granted residence and HC was riding him for activity again. The datapad that was presented by Major Blackheart told him to report to Storm Platoon a.s.a.p.

Back with Kams, back as the resident soldier-for-hire, and this time no shooting… What’s to lose?




The hotel room booked for “Sharpe” went all out for their gun-toting diplomat-soldier guest. Two bedrooms, four refreshers, a kitchen, two living areas, as well as a central entry room that served as a lounge. Silk sheets, fine wooden furniture adorned with some gold knockoff, the most desirable carpets from the Core Worlds, the best food and drink their little podunk world had to offer, and an incredibly buff guard who was open to bribery. Certainly one of the best rooms the capital had to offer.

Kami Sharpe waved and smiled at the guard, who stood especially erect as she unlocked and passed into her room. She swiftly headed straight to a table with a bunch of folders and datapads and other documents of intelligence and placed her civilian bag near the edge, giving her attention to a newspaper she carried in the other hand. She skipped over the headlines and interest stories, instead focusing her interest on the politics section. Bad news for the VE apparently, as she slammed the paper to the table.

In her frustration she noticed something odd. Her head tweaked, and all of a sudden she pulled a gun out of the bag she had left and spun to aim it at the man sitting inconspicuously behind her. He smirked and jingled the ice in his whiskey glass at her panting, startled complexion.

“Goddammit Vasili!”

“Glad to see you again so soon, too.”

Kami threw the pistol at Vasili to relieve herself of pulling the trigger. “How the hell did you get in here?”

“Hi, I’m Vasili.” He stood up and struck the most flirtatious pose.

“You’re such a bastard,” Kami threw her hands up, spinning back towards the bar, the light from which tipped her off that someone was in the room.

Bouncing off this all too common phrase, Vasili took a sip, “Where’s Aeos?”

Kami had bent down below the counter, looking for something to please her taste. Her voice carried up, “She’s not on this mission.”

“A Storm mission with no leader? You fox, stop hidin’ her from me.”

“Vasili, she’s not here. I’m leading this,” she popped up with a caramel colored bottle and rested on the counter top.

“No shit… huh.”

“Why are you here?” Kami popped the cap and poured herself some, the presence of Decembrist pushing her impulse to get drunk and give in to her more sloth desires.

“Command liked me so much on Baroonda they wanted me to have a vacation. ‘Course I’m on duty still, but I can at least drink and meet some girls. More of a vacation than the Academy.”

“So Garet dumped you on me again?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Vasili giggled before taking a sip and joining Kami on the counter. “Thought I’d surprise you.”

“Flowers and a knock on my door would’ve been fine.”

“Yeah, but then you’d hit me for trying to seduce you.”

Scoffing, Kami hopped down and grabbed a datapad. “Here,” she tossed it at Vasili, “You’re gonna help me.”

“Well, I was supposed to go to Jester-“

“I order you to help me.”

“Well geez, I’m just not that easy, love.”

“Then how about if you do a good job here, I can get you a spot on Jester.”

“Nah, I’m not that desperate.”

“What the hell, V?”

“Just say ‘I want you, Vasili’.” He spent a moment staring around the room and thinking it over, giving a small nod when he convinced himself he was satisfied.

Kami scoffed in a look of disgust. There was quite possibly no other sentient life form in the Galaxy she’d rather want to say that to less. “I… want you, Vasili.”

“I don’t believe you. Say it like all the girls say it.” The boyish grin popped up, something that could’ve been a big fat sign that said ‘aim here’ for all Kami was concerned. She was usually a nice, polite girl, but V just had that way of pushing buttons. The grin disappeared as she pulled her fist back and clocked the man right in the jaw, sending him crashing over the bar.

“Great,” he mumbled through a groan, “when do I start?”
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August 27, 2008 9:51:15 PM    View the profile of Jori 
"Now this is my kind of game. Strategy." Jori said happily as he laid eyes on the dejarik table in the middle of the floor.

Jori stepped over to it and sat down, looking around for an opponent. When Zeven sat down, Jori started the game. A long while and twenty three games later, Jori had won twenty one games and Zeven had won two.. Jori stood up and stretched as Jager walked away grumbling. Jori felt majorly hungry so he looked for something to eat. He spotted what looked to be a large fruit basket and walked over to it, picked up a pinkish ball-shaped fruit, and bit down hard into it. The overwhelming taste almost made him pass out cold, but he controlled it and only shuddered. Looking at it again, he gingerly bit into it and this time, the sensation was much milder. Grabbing a couple, he walked over to a seat and sat down. He took out his datapad and sucked on the fruit while he looked at the information from the briefing. As he offered some to Zeven, the transport shuddered and the doors opened. Jori got his stuff and disembarked, waiting for Zeven. When Zeven caught up to him, they headed off into the middle of the city. Passing some obvious tourists, they concentrated on making themselves not so obvious. As they passed shop after shop, a bakery finally caught Jori’s attention. Telling Zeven that he was only going to be a minute, Jori walked inside. After ordering a two cookies and a piece of cake, Jori sat down to wait and a nearby conversation attracted his attention. Covertly looking over, he spied a large human male that looked like a bodybuilder and a human female that had on expensive clothes and seemed a bit conceited by the way she acted, because though she kept looking in a mirror and smiling at her reflection, and she was also good looking. Trying very hard to ignore her and focus on the conversation, and almost failing, Jori eavesdropped.

“…we’re not going to be able to pull that off. And why are we in a bakery anyway?” the man said quietly.

“We are in here because it would be to obvious for us to be in a cantina talking about… our business and there is never more than three customers in here at any given time so we have an almost zero chance of being heard. Besides, they have good food here.” the woman replied in a bored tone of voice.

Somebody said something and Jori looked up to the counter where his cookie and cake were waiting. As he grabbed them and walked towards the exit, Jori was uncomfortably aware that the woman’s eyes were on his back the whole time. Reaching the door, he heard footsteps and hurried out the door, looking for Zeven. Not seeing him, Jori turned left and went deeper into the city with his food. After walking a while and eating the food, he decided to sit down for a moment. That is when the man and woman appeared in his peripheral vision. Quickly getting up and stretching, he walked away. Turning a corner,he stepped in the nearest doorway and waited for them to walk past. When they did, he inched the door open and followed them. They kept walking even though they had lost sight of their target and that made him suspicious. When they turned a corner, instead of continuing on past which most likely would of placed right back in the same predicament, Jori stopped and waited. After what seemed to be about five minutes, he peeked around the corner and saw them looking around with a confused look on their face. They turned slowly and walked away. Jori tried to comm Zev before he got too far away, but he didn’t answer. Throwing all caution to the wind, Jori hurried along after them, determined to find out who they were.
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August 28, 2008 12:43:40 AM    View the profile of Brightstar 
"Hold it," Bright called from the shuttle as she watched Jager walk away, "Where do you think you’re going?" She asked her features set and determined. Although she was sure that she could gander a guess. Bright had been around Jag enough to know that he was the type that needed a good drink now and then. Hell she might even give up her hiatus on alcohol if just for one night that she could sleep soundly.

Jager stopped and called back, "To a cantina..."

Bright nodded, confirming her suspicions. "How are you going to find one, and how are we going to find you?" She asked.

Jager tapped his Comm link on his neck twice. Bright swore she could have wrung his neck at that moment. He hadn’t even decided to get a room first. "If you need me, I'll only be a call away" he finished smugly,

"We have a job to do, don't forget that" She stated putting only the slightest of an edge in her voice.

"I wont, Jager out...", and with that the Corporal continued on his way into Kolster.

Bright shook her head and exited her shuttle just as Blackjack was departing their own. Paladin wasn’t far behind them and she could see Kami running off no doubt to get her position at her own hotel. The young ASL felt a surge of envy for the comfort that she knew Kami would be in, but she realized she couldn’t begrudge her SL a bit of comfort.

Catching the rest of her squad before they all disappeared into the city, Bright told them to meet her at the hotel in two hours. Well they were here and they might as well get right to business. She realized that she would have to talk to the other squad leaders so she knew where to place her own people. One of Jester’s objectives was to ensure the continued safety of Blackjack and Paladin. She shouldered her duffle and made her way through the winding streets and passed shouting vendors till she reached the hotel that Jester had been assigned to.

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It hadn’t taken Bright long at all to settle herself into her room. Three weeks this room would be her home and she was determined to make it feel at least somewhat comfortable. “I need reading material.” She said biting her lower lip. “Just doesn’t feel right without holobooks.” She snorted as she realized she was talking to herself, but she shrugged and exited down to the lobby anyway.

Passing the front desk in the lobby she was stopped by the attendant. “A message for you ma’am.” He said handing the message chip over to her. Bright nodded her thanks, turned abruptly and headed back the way she had come. Back inside her room she snatched up her data pad and inserted the message chip. Immediately the message was converted and decoded into readable text. Bright sat to read it.

“The monitoring materials, scouting equipment, weapons, and light armor that was requested by your direct superior, are in a warehouse located on the east side of the city. The warehouse is abandoned and could also be used for your monitoring purposes.
Your humble servant,
Informant”


Bright checked the chip thoroughly and managed to find a heavily coded map. Their informant was a cautious person. He or she had settled for the fact that the message might have been intercepted but they would not give up the location easily. “Well what else did you expect from Kami’s contacts?” Bright asked herself downloading the map and then taking the chip and destroying it completely. Bright was cautious too, but hers stemmed from a deep paranoia of being found out and ambushed.

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“So who’s going to do what?” Maze asked two hours after Bright had received her anonymous message. During that time she had also checked out the “abandoned” warehouse. She knew the informant had not just been leading her on when she had found everything that Jester would need for their part of the mission.

The lone woman looked up and looked from face to face. The only two missing were Jag’s and Jori’s. She had waited for them for all of about ten minutes before realizing that they were not coming. “Jag will be gathering information on the NR Loyalists. He’s good at blending in and he’s quick witted enough to actually gain their trust. He’s likely already pulled that off. We won’t know until he reports in.” Bright said answering Maze. He nodded without saying anything else. “Zeven, you and Jori will be tracking down and enlisting Imperial loyalists. I think Jori’s eagerness could be harnessed in this field. Watch him he’s curious which could lead to some trouble spots but I have confidence that you two can pull it off.” She watched as Zev nodded, his head tail’s occasionally twitching. “Maze you and I will be monitoring NR movement in order to protect Blackjack and Paladin as much as we can. In other words we are going to need to get to know this city like the backs of our hands. Does everyone understand?” Bright waited for a moment but nobody said anything. “Good.”

The two troopers with her knew a dismissal when they heard one and took off. Bright watched them go with mixed feelings. The fact that neither Jager nor Jori had shown up said that they were already off doing something. Bright wasn’t as worried about Jag as she was about Jori. The kid was eager and at times far too curious for his own good, but he had the makings of a great trooper underneath all of that. She just hoped he wasn’t already in trouble.

Feeling a tap on her shoulder she realized that Maze had come back to ask her something. “I’m sorry, what was it you needed?” She asked.

The Falleen grinned, “Daydreaming already huh?” He asked and then waved a hand when Bright would have answered. “I just wanted to know if we were going to be using the warehouse for monitoring the NR?” He asked.

Bright thought for a moment. “ I don’t see why we shouldn’t. It’s actually a great spot to do so. Out of the way, abandoned and according to local lore…” She grinned herself now. “Cursed.” She finished, her eye glinting impishly.

Maze nodded then left. Now that one has a mischievous side.
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August 28, 2008 1:48:06 PM    View the profile of Orobos 
Orobos didn't have to bring anything at all with him and since his kind only wore fur pelts of their kill for protection against the cold he wasn't going to need anything as it was far from the freezing temperatures of his home world. All he had was the piece of string rapped around his forearm bearing the numerous teeth from the wild tuggles he'd killed. After failing to sleep he paced around the barracks putting off departing to the shuttle as he didn't want to be waiting there for hours.

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Orobos sat on the shuttle hands behind his head looking out onto the bland durasteal deck where there shuttle was sitting. The rest of the squad was waiting aboard the shuttle but Tanus had left in a hurry just before take off. Turning to Garryll, Orobos asked.

"Where did Tanus say he was going again?"

"He didn't,"

"Right, well, we should be leaving in a few minutes,"

"Think he might be doing something about the strikebreaker?" TX said hopefully,

"Not exactly covert is it?" Garryll said,

"A big station representing Imperial law isn't going to go down well with the citizens, I don't think,"

They continued there conversation for a while, Tanus emerged from one of the large, durasteal doors to the hanger. It hissed as it opened the air pistons dragging the door open. Tanus walked briskly in with another man at his heels. Orobos had never seen this man before. He was in civilian clothing, though that was highly unusual as they all were.

"Who is this?" Orobos questioned Tanus who strode by and into the cockpit without a word.

"Private Inyk Aineastap," the man replied as Orobos stared at the door which their squad leader had just departed through,

"Just assigned to the squad I assume?"

"Yeah, I just got off the shuttle, literally,"

"Well we got a, relatively, easy mission ahead..... hopefully,"

The door behind Inyk started to close and he moved further in the cabin and sat beside tank. The shuttle jerked upward and rattled its way towards the exit to the hanger. Garryll engaged Inyk in conversation and Orobos sat back to get some sleep. He had only been able to catch an hour or two of sleep, he'd spent most of the time awake. Closing his eyes he listened to the conversation until he was finally asleep.
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August 28, 2008 5:16:00 PM    View the profile of Maze 
Standing in his room Maze decided to change before he was about to leave with Bright. The Noble robes he had donned might have been useful if he had been sent as an official envoy, but for some simple monitoring they weren't utilitarian enough. Besides that he was sure that he would've attracted unwanted attention if he was waltzing around a warehouse district in them.

Throwing his duffel bag onto the bed and looking through the clothes it contained, he decided to go with a simple grey overall, which was already stained with oil and paint. A workers cap and a fake stubble later he looked like a member of the workforce. Satisfied with his appearance he then proceeded to pack his tools of the trade, a disguise kit, some more clothes, and of course a comm into another blue bag.

Just as he was about to leave, somebody knocked on his door.

“Comin'.” Maze yelled, trying to imitate the local accent.

As expected it was Bright who was standing before him, dressed in an overall as well. Staring at him she asked:”You look... different.”

The Falleen flashed a cocky smile and while moving past Brightstar he whispered:”I want to look the best for our first date, don't I?”

He was halfway down the corridor before the baffled Human female could catch up.

“Kami was right when she told me that you are a little odd. And what's with the shabby cloths? I thought you were some kind of a Falleen Noble?”, she inquired, her tone indicating confusion and interest.

Walking out on the streets and signalling a Hovertaxi Maze replied: “Oh, did she say so. Well... then there must be some truth to it, I guess.”

The ride to the warehouse was uneventful. Both troopers didn't speak, not because they had a problem with each other, but because there simply was nothing to talk about. Maze had never been the type for sightseeing, and the change in architecture and social standard of the neighborhoods they passed through was only of professional interest to him.

Arriving at their destination Brightstar and Maze got out of the Hovertaxi only to be greeted by the typical dank smell of run down industrial areas. A certain mix of decaying ferrocrete and moist paper as well as some kind of chemicals that was the same everywhere in the galaxy. Besides them the street was mostly deserted except some strange birds and various local rodents that did not really seem to be impressed by their presence.

Brightstar led them to the deserted Warehouse, which was not appearing very spooky now in bright daylight. And with his rational disposition Maze didn't really expect it to be any different at night. While he was scanning the rather depressing surroundings Bright had gone ahead and opened the Maglock, which was about the only thing that was new.

“You coming, or what?”, the Sergeant asked.

Turning his back on the run down industrial district and following Maze said:”Yes, this is rather... boring to watch.”

Upon entering the two of them were greeted not by functioning lights, but by piles upon piles of crates. The sheer number of them made clear that there was something for almost ever eventually. And to make things even better, the first stack had a note pinned to it, detailing the contents of every crate.

Maze was impressed, and he could tell that Brightstar was as well. This was beyond professional.

“I say we get the technical stuff ready first, and then check what else we got here.”, Brightstar said, and with a certain interest Maze noted that she had a slightly commanding undertone in her voice.

Without further ado they got to work, setting up lights and computers, connecting antennae and taking care of basic commodities like a sleeping area and a small kitchen (although the latter consisted of a kerosene stove, some rations and a small pot for coffee). When they were finished the Warehouse had gone, and a small command post had taken its place.
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August 28, 2008 6:35:38 PM    View the profile of TX-47 
Fresh outta the bacta tank and I have to run thorough checks on our gear.  Immediate deployment.  Swell.  At least I don't have the taste of bacta lingering in my mouth.  The trooper took solace in at least having *most* of his kit at least; another mission without their vehicle discomfitedm but he tried to hide it.

At least I got to meet the new guy, Inyk.  Better watch out for him.  The ASL would kick my ass if I didn't he mused, recalling how easily Sgt. Striker had closelined him and later broke his nose; all in the first day of training...

"Looks like you can relax, Inyk.  The shuttle's making a smooth landing."

"This time.." Gates added, chortling.  Tank had already given Inyk the short version of the last mission.  Under heavy fire all the way, and how lucky he was Gates found him in time to save his ass.

The Private had cringed at the details of the surgery removing shrapnel from Tank's hide.

The ramp lowered, and Tanus led his men out to meet their contacts...
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August 28, 2008 11:45:02 PM    View the profile of Cursed 
The young Private First Class Andar "Cursed" Bacardi stood at the doorway of a small cafeteria, his elbow rested on the doorway. He wore plain attire - a pinstriped suit jacket and pants, checkered vest, and a pair of Corellian Versa Shoes. Turning around he walked into the locker room, moving over to the locker marked '901' with 'Andar Bacardi' sketched under it. Pressing his hand up against the locker it automatically opened for Bacardi. Showing its contents - a Heavy ACP Repeater that Bacardi wanted to bring along, two empty knive holsters on the top shelf, and his DC-15s Blaster Pistol. Reaching both his arms back he grabbed the two knives out of his belt and put them in their selective holsters.

Strolling out into the hallway he made his way to the hanger bay. Entering he looked around the hanger, his bag was propped into a waiting chair and he moved over to grab it. Hoisting it onto his shoulder he moved over to check in. In front of him a few Corporals were arguing with the man at the desk, eventually they left and Bacardi stepped up to the desk. "Private First Class Bacardi, I am checking in." Bacardi said, shifting his eyes over as his Corellian Accent filled the man's ears.

"Identification Card please." The man said, and Bacardi looked annoyed as he reached into his back pocket taking out his wallet. His Identification Card, five credit chips, and a few other bank cards and business cards were in the old and beat up wallet. He pushed the ID into the man's face before he had a chance to blink. "Move along."

Bacardi moved towards the shuttle. The open ramp allowed him easy access to the shuttle. Entering he saw Luckystar and Sam, he took a seat away from them and rested his head against the wall. Taking out his datapad he looked it over, the mission seemed easier than it probably was. Cocking his head left he noticed a woman, and he immediately realized who it was. "Afternoon, ma'am."

"Afternoon, trooper." Kami Sharpe, First Sergeant said. And Bacardi leaned back for the ride.
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  RE: Hidden Agenda (Storm Platoon)
August 29, 2008 1:13:24 AM    View the profile of Jager 
Jager awoke face down on a couch. The smell of vomit and stale urine filled the air and the faint sounds of activity could be heard off in the distance

Slowly he propped himself up and sighed heavily, "I gotta stop drinking" he mumbled as he patted himself down for the packet of cigarettes that Bright tossed him before they boarded the shuttle.

"Finally awake huh?" a man seated across from him stated, throwing a packet of cigarettes towards the dazed Corporal. Immediately Jager lit one up and began to find his bearings. Gradually he began working through the events of the night before, he remembered doing shots with the group from the booth next to his... then everything got a bit hazy.

Taking another long drag of his cigarette, he rubbed his eye's and quickly panned across the room.The place was a dive, which sort of explained the vomit and piss smell
but he still had no idea how he ended up here,

"Breakfast... get it before its quarantined" a voice called from the other side of the apartment, the smell of something edible wafting through shortly after it.

"Spacer's up..." a passing voice called back to the kitchen,

"Bout' time, Rise and Shine Fly boy." the voice from the kitchen replied. Jager sat slowly came to the realisation that he was in a complete strangers apartment, With no recollection of what happened the night before or on the events that led to him to wake up in this place.

"urrhhh..." was all he managed to mumble as he lethargically got to his feet,

"Toilets down the hall, to the right... flush after your done" the man who threw him the smokes stated, motioning vaguely in the direction of the commode.

The sound of water trickling on plasti-steel did little to pull Jager out of his hangover, infact it did the complete opposite. As he relieved himself in the strangers toilet he felt something brush against his chest. It took him a moment to realize what it was, his holster... minus an M3 revolver. Nothing wakes someone up like the thought of being ambushed while using a bathroom.

He casually finished up and moved into the bathroom. Once inside he began searching the cabinets frantically trying to find a weapon. The dull thumping sound of footsteps emanated from outside the bathroom door, in one fluid movement he burst out of the door and grabbed the creator of the footsteps in a choke hold. He pressed the razor he acquired from the cabinet
and cautiously moved towards the living room,

"Oh fuck me.." the man on the couch stammered as he dropped his newspaper and went for his weapon which sat on the coffee table,

"Do it and he.." Jager began but stopped suddenly as he realized that he didn't know the sex of his hostage, "She dies" he finished causing the man to sink back into his chair. Jager got within a few feet of what he guessed was the door before he throw the
girl to the ground and made his escape. The effects of last nights drinking hit hard as Jager became aware that his escape plan had one fatal flaw... The door he valiantly ran through was not the exit, but
a closet. "Smooth" he mumbled as the sounds of the door locking behind him filled the confines of the small room.

"....what the, did he just lock himself in the closet?" a voice a stated in confusion from outside,

"That dude must be WASTED, what are we gonna do with him?" another asked, a brief paused followed leaving Jager to wonder how he was going to spend the last moments of his life...

"Leave him in there, wait for Ma'... she'll sort this out" A third voice ordered then silence....

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The sound of footsteps and mumbling woke Jager up from his dazed slumber in the closet. Clumsily he leant his head against the door in a vain attempt to listen to his captors,

"So yeah..."

"Straight into the closet?"

"we are still confused on why he did that..."

"..Alright, i wanna talk to him"

Jager let out a sigh and got to his feet, he didn't really know why he did... perhaps to face death standing up and not huddled in the dark.

With a *woosh* the door slid open, blinding Jager.

"Mornin'" he greeted in an incredibly sarcastic tone,

"Well Mornin' to you to... would you mind coming out of there, I'd like to have a chat" an older women behind them asked in a courteous manner,

"Well, when you put it like that how can i refuse..." Jager replied, staring nervously at the weapons still sighted on him

"Good.. Kid's, lower your guns so the nice man came come out" she asked condescendingly, the three lowered their weapons slowly and back away letting an incredibly relieved Jager walk back out into the living room. The older women motioned him out onto the balcony, to which Jager more then happily obliged


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Judging from the height Jager guessed that he was on about the top floor of a five story apartment and judging by the area surrounding the building he guessed it was in the slums... The women took a seat and placed her legs up on the safety bar that circled the balcony. At a glance, Jager placed her age at about forty.. maybe less, maybe a bit more. Her hair had specks of grey all through it and her face was cross with the odd wrinkle or two...

"So, Spacer... whats your story?" she asked, lighting up a cigarette.

Jager leant against the bar silently, still nursing a hangover

"Well, you got a name at least?, I just saved your life, i think i deserve that much"

"Jager... Names Jager" he said confidently, "Whats yours?"

"Well, people around here call me Ma'... so, guess you can to" she said, throwing Jager a lit cigarette.

The two just sat there for a while taking in the sounds of early morning Kolstor. The soothing sounds of freighter engines and early morning pedestrian traffic filled the air as the two casually smoked.

after several minutes of calm silence, Jager finally spoke up "So... you wanted to talk?"

Ma' leaned back on her chair and sighed, "Not really... I've always hated smoking alone, but since you brought it up.."

Jager smirked, "Why Ma'?"

Ma' smirked back, "Because I'am old... Why Jager?". Jager simply shrugged and took another drag on his cigarette, the two went back to smoking in silence and staring out over the city.

"So... Those are your kids?" Queried Jager, "They seem a bit old to still be around the house..", Ma' simply nodded in agreement

"They are all 'My kids' in a sense... Orphans mostly" something about the way she said this made Jager suspicious, but he couldn't pick exactly what it was so he just replied with a subtle nod. Again the two went returned to quietly smoking,

"....Sorry about that back there, the whole razor thing" Jager mumbled in between drags

"If you were a real asshole you would of just killed her... I am sure she's forgiven you by now"

"Thanks for not killing me.." he added,

"This is probably the safest part of town for your type... Come back inside, I'm sure your brush with death has made you hungry" she finished, getting to her feet and motioning Jager back inside.
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August 29, 2008 11:13:10 AM    View the profile of Orobos 
They'd sat around the shuttle playing cards since they left. Orobos could feel his mind starting to melt as they started the seventh round. Could this trip go any slower He thought as their hands were dealt once again producing some terrible results.

"Where we going anyway?" Inyk asked,

"Weren't you listening at the meeting?" Orobos replied dully staring at his cards,

"eh.. I wasn't there,"

"Oh right, a planet called Kolster, sabotage against New Republic and stuff," he finished Lamely,"

"Guess you've been on more exiting missions in the past,"

"You can't imagine,"

Orobos threw his cards down on the table showing his losing hand. He pulled his chair over and started to tell his storey, from the beginning.

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Orobos listened in and chuckled at the overly exaggerated details of their last few missions. They had all rushed to tell of their missions and injuries they'd received over their careers in the Vast Empire Stormtrooper Corp when Inyk had popped the question.

Orobos now sat back as Garryll and Tank came to their climactic ending to the mostly fictional storey of their last mission. He'd wished they'd been lying when they told of the endless amount of armed terrorists and the amount of civilians which had been killed during the massive operation. They'd been successful in suppressing the near invasion but it had exacted a heavy price on the local police force.

"The mission we're going on now is more like a charity. We cause havoc, clean it up, blame the Republic and the planet is allied with us another planet part of the Empire,"

"You make it out as thought it's some trivial thing,"

"I'm not a poet,"

"This planet's special for some reason that warrants extra effort,"

"They don't tell us much,"

"Thought they told us everything, isn't that what those squad meetings are for?"

"That's what they want you to think!"

The shuttle lurched forward a bit as they started their approach to the planet moving towards a particularly large continent on the surface. The clouds rushed past the window blocking their view. The sun was high in the sky shining through the window into the cabin.

The cities and countryside became clearer as they got lower and lower. Tall skyscrapers reached for the bottom of the hull. Then it suddenly stopped and they were flying over large fields divided by hedgerow with a few crops growing.

"Can't we help people in our uniforms?"

"Be glad you don't have to wear them. You'll be glad of this once your face down in the mud, fighting three days with only a few hours sleep,"

"Also we want to present a friendly face to the public."
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August 29, 2008 3:16:55 PM    View the profile of Garryll Gates 
Gates stretched as the squad prepared to get off the shuttle. Tank was wrapping up the story of their last rather hellish mission. Inyk laughed as Tank described a rather amusing terrorist tank smashing into another.

The squad filed off the ship. "Hey big fella, ready to crack some heads?"

Gates patted Orobos on his furry back. Orobos was at least a few inches taller than the human.

"Huh. Yeah, I suppose."

"Hell yes! But too bad. We'll have to find 'em first."

The bigger stormtrooper shrugged and sighed. "Finally, no damn hordes of guys out for my head."

"Amen!" finished Tanus, coming up behind them. "Gates, you're quite the expert on firearms. I just got this message from Sergeant Brightstar." He quickly showed his trooper the 'pad. It said several cryptic-sounding lines, about the weapons cache. "Go get a few weapons. Orobos, go with him. You're our combat engineer after all."

The two stormtroopers nodded and turned to walk away. Tanus gave them the address of the warehouse and the hotel they were staying in.

The two quickly walked to the downtown section of the city. They were quick to find the warehouse. Gates pulled a pair of binoculars from his bag. He peered at the building. There was a little light coming from the building.

"What's the platoon comlink code?" asked Gates.

The other told him. He called the ASL in the building. "This is Sergeant Gates and Senior Sergeant Orobos, calling ahead to request permission to enter. Tanus sent us."

The stormtrooper on the other line checked the roster quickly. "Come on in."

The pair walked quickly to the warehouse, pulled open the door, and slipped in. A Falleen pointed a weapon at them. A human, a woman, came from behind him. "ID's - now. And I won't have to shoot you."

Gates and Orobos slowly, one at a time, pulled their military ID's from their pockets. They handed them to the other soldier.

She checked, nodded, and gestured. The Falleen lowered his weapon. "Sorry 'bout that. Can't be too careful."

Gates nodded. He and his squadmate were led to the armory, where they found some weapons; DL-44s, 434 blasters, a few DC-15's, some other rifles and pistols, and a few Whisper sniper rifles. Gates grabbed a pair, some pistols, ammo, and a few durasteel boxes. He loaded the lot of it into the boxes and picked them up.

"Oof." Gates said. "Heavy."

Orobos nodded, smiled. Then picked one up and carried it into another room. There were several speeders there. "Geez! This benefactor has a lot of cash on hand."

They started loading equipment into the speeder.
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August 29, 2008 4:52:03 PM    View the profile of Cursed 
The Shuttle Delegate Consult hadn't been used in well over 5 years. A layer close to a centimeter thick of dust lay on the seats, as the Paladin Squad members at on the seats the dust sifted into the air. The shuttle's engine's routine checkups had been delayed for half a year, and the shuttle could lose to a fighter without weapons - it was a piece of gizka. Paladin Squad sat in the shuttle as it headed towards Kolster, Kami Sharpe sat with them as well. The shuttle pilot flicked on his Com and a screeching was heard throughout the shuttle as he adjusted the volume and spoke:

"Pilot DeCarno to Shuttle, we are landing on Kolster in five - hang tight." The Pilot that Bacardi knew as DeCarno said through the ship Com, Lucky and Sam looked around at the shuttle - as did Bacardi. Wrex, Hassar, DoomBlade, Lucky, Sam, and Kami Sharpe all looked ready for the inevitably bumpy landing. The shuttle had a ominous 'oooooooooom' sound to it, this meant that they had just broken atmosphere and the sound waves were bouncing back. Peeking out one of the viewports, Bacardi saw the planet of Kolster - it was definitely NR.

"This is your pilot, we are about to enter the city." DeCarno announced to the shuttle, Wrex had a small smile on his face, DoomBlade looked down, and Luckystar was conversing with Sam, this was all normal Paladin activities. The shuttle's landing gear was moving out, the mechanical sounds and shakes were both heard and felt inside the shuttle. And when they landed - they all felt it. The landing was a bit rough, as the boarding ramp moved down Bacardi was the first one off. Flailing his arms up in a stretching motion, he let out a slight yawn.

The rest of Paladin emptied the shuttle, Luckystar and Sam came first, shortly followed by Sharpe, Wrex, Hassar, and DoomBlade were on her tail. They all started walking down the pathway that was before them. A tall skyscraper was the only prominent building near them, with a large amount of others in the distance. No clouds were in the sky, not the slightest hint of rain, nothing...
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"How was it?" Ma' asked, taking Jager's plate and placing it in already cluttered sink.

"I've had worse"

Two resumed their silence from earlier as Ma' sat back down, not because there was nothing to talk about... just that it seemed that nothing really needed saying.

"There's a reason why your here you know..." Ma' began, "But, first tell me about yourself..."

The beginning of her question puzzled Jager, "...what do you mean?"

"The usually stuff, Where you were born... What you do for a living..." Ma' added. He'd been fearing this question, at any other time he would of been right to feed her a story about the wastes of Tatooine and how life was hard but the people were harder... but he was very hung over,

"Tat', but i haven't been there since i was a kid..."

Ma' simply nodded, "Go on, how'd you end up to this lovely rock?"

"Well, i freelance.... usually courier work, uh, lost my ship to a bookie on Baroonda, hitched a ride with a freighter and ended up here... that's about it" He had no idea if she bought it, he was hoping that she did.

Ma' didn't say anything... she just lent back on her chair and stared at Jager. Naturally Jager stared back, he had seen this trick done a few times back on Tatooine, it was amazing how some people would simply crack under nothing more then prolonged glance. The two had been going at it for about fifteen minutes when silence that hung over the kitchen was broken as the women that was earlier taken hostage by Jager wandered in, stopping the moment she realized her mistake. Both Ma' and Jager didn't look at her, and after a few seconds she slowly began moving towards the fridge.

"Jess, hun, can you get the nice man a drink while your in there" Ma' asked,

Jess handed Ma' a beer, who slid it down to Jager, the two still not breaking their gazes. Jager stopped the bottle before it feel off the table and cracked the top off on the end of his chair. finally after twenty two minutes and thirty six seconds, Ma' broke her stare

"Alright, you can stay here if you don't have any other place to go... I take it that you don't"

Jager smirked, he had won "That's very kind of you... taking in someone you only met last night"

"Well" Ma' stated, rising from her seat, "I am just a kind ol' lady at heart... and you seem the type that's useful to have around", Jager also got to his feet, putting the top back on his bottle and throwing it to Jess.

"But, if your going to stay here you'll need to help with things" Ma' added before she walked back out onto the balcony,

"Like?"

"Nothin' really... Small things, ask one of the kids" and with that she walked back out onto the balcony, closing the door behind her.

Jager simply shrugged and walked over to the couch. He's coat and M3 were draped over the side arm, hastily he threw his coat back on and sat down.

"So, Spacer..." A voice stated suddenly from behind, causing him to jump, "Or should i say new guy..." 

"Spacer works for me" Jager mumbled rather coldly,

"Oh yeah.. spacer's fine till we get around to giving you a nickname" the voice said, jumping over the back of the couch and sitting next to Jager, who quickly sized him up. The man who sat next to him looked young, between nineteen and twenty one... Skinny with short brown hair that was spiked up.

"Name's Daniel, but everyone calls me D'" he stated, holding his hand out. Jager limply shook the kids hand and gave him a subtle nod.

"So, i've met you... Jess, Ma'. That's three out of four." Jager began, pointing in the general direction of the people he mentioned

Daniel let out a laugh, "No, there's five of us..." he finished, "You gotta meet Zed.. you two would get along"

"Zed?" Jager queried,

"Yeah.... HEY ZED!, Spacer wants to meet you", Daniel called down the hall

"Well, he can wait I am busy" a gruff voiced replied.

Again Daniel let out a laugh, "Ah, he's a bit of a prick... but you'll warm to him."

Jager paused, "You said five... that's four...". Daniel shot Jager a confused look,

"Oh.. uh, Yeah... Forgot Mae, she should be back any minute now" Almost on cue the door let out a beep then opened, revealing a girl who couldn't of been a day over fourteen carrying a bag full of what appeared to be groceries.

"Morning, did you have any trouble?" Daniel asked as the girl walked in to the kitchen,

"Hey D', No.. its all here"

"Thats good, Go throw it in the kitchen, Jess'll be in a minute", the girl nodded in reply then glanced over at Jager who gave on back.

"Whats the deal there?" Jager asked D',

"Her?, She's practically Ma's kid... not by blood, but she's got no where else so who's gonna argue."

Jager lent forwards and moaned quietly, his hangover still clouded his thoughts and the smell of vomit and urine was starting to get to him,

"Still hurting from last night huh?..." Daniel asked sarcastically, "I gotta run some errands for Ma', why dont you tag along.. the fresh air will do you some good" he finished, Jager shrugged and lit another cigarette,

"I don't see why not" he stated as the two got to their feet and headed out the door.
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August 30, 2008 1:41:23 PM    View the profile of Jori 
As soon as he got close, he slowed down because they had also slowed down as well. Fearing that they had noticed him, Jori squatted down and tried to stay in the shadows created by the lightposts. Since getting dark, more and more lightposts activated. But the farther and farther they had gone into the city, the worse it got. Finally, no more than a few lights were activated on this block, most being torn down or broken.

If I can stay on their tail without getting their attention, then I might be able to find out who they are.

Ducking down as the woman stopped completely, Jori peeked out around the side of the building he was hiding behind and saw that the man had kept moving and was turning the corner, looking back as he did.

Uh-oh. I don’t like the looks of this. Hmmm… he is probably looping around so he can sneak up behind me.

He looked back at the woman. She was standing still with her hand at her waist.

I have to move, but with her standing right there, most likely holding a blaster, I can’t go anywhere without getting caught. Well, there is only one thing to do in this kind of situation…

Standing up, Jori started walking with a drunk swagger. Before he got close enough for her to notice him, he picked up an empty alcohol bottle. When he did close enough, she whirled towards him and pulled out a blaster in one smooth motion.

“Stop or you’re dead. I’m very good with a blaster.” the woman said in a shaky voice with her hands trembling.

Jori, knowing she would probably shoot because of her nervousness, stopped immediately and almost tripped.

I better go before that man manages to sneak up on me and capture me.

Jori nodded at her and slowly walked across the street. Looking back he saw the woman still had the blaster pointed at him. He turned around, but turned back when he heard raised voices. He saw that the man was yelling at the woman.  The lady said something and pointed in Jori’s direction. Jori turned back around and walked faster. Pretty soon he heard a shout and then he started running. Turning a corner, he shrugged off his outer clothes to reveal the shadowsuit.

Man am I glad to have this on. I don’t really need the clothes because I can always buy more.  Now, if I can stay still long enough, he might move on and I can start following him again.

Soon, the man got agitated and headed back toward the woman. Jori followed, being extremely careful to stay in the shadows and not make a sound. When the man met up with the woman, they entered the building that the woman had stopped beside. Noting the location and any distinguishing marks, Jori melted into the night shadows, heading back to report his findings to Bright.
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August 30, 2008 4:01:26 PM    View the profile of Orobos 
Orobos took the two remaining boxes of ammunition which had been given to them and set them on the speeder. He then secured them in place to avoid losing any of the expensive equipment. They had several boxes of equipment on the speeder which should be enough to equip the whole squad with whatever was in them.

They thanked the women who'd been standing guard over the equipment then mounted up in the speeder. Garryll took the drivers position as Orobos had little experience in traveling on anything that wasn't covered in hair and smelt bad.

A Large garage door opened up for them and they shot out into the light which shone brightly in their eyes after the prolonged period in the dimly lit bunker. They moved quickly passing along tons of vehicles all heading towards the centre of the city.

"Can't wait to see how well the weapons hold up,"

"We aren't going to use them,"

"Of course we are. New Republic is just as eager to get us as we are,"

"They're not going to have a go at us because they'll lose support from the planet and there goes their alliance,"

Garryll looked a bit disappointed after this, but cheered up when they nearly had a head on collision with a large truck like vehicle heading in the opposite direction.

"Em... How long since you've driven Garryll?"

"I've driven the strikebreaker a few times,"

"I mean in any other place apart from a war torn city,"

"Oh probably a couple of years now. But it's like a bicycle,"

"What's a Bicycle?"


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They arrived back to where Tanus said he'd meet them. It was outside a large apartment like building. The squad came out and they unloaded the equipment into a small room on the third floor near the back. The only thing that could be seen through the window was a durasteal wall of the opposite building. The squad filled out of the room and walked towards the stairs to exit the building.

"They're safe there?"

"Yeah don't worry. We'll keep them there until we need them."
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Walking down a set of stone stairs, Paladin came to a halt just outside a traffic lane. Speeders buzzed across the lane and the remainder came to a halt as a plasma bridge came across the traffic lane. Heating energy mixed with iced durasteel which was mined with Tibanna Gas went to work and created a perfect - solid bridge. Wrex took the first daring step across the bridge, opening his mouth to scream nothing came out, his foot was on solid ground. He strode carefully again, and Bacardi was right behind him, followed by the rest of the squad taking caring steps. A few civilians walked by, wondering what the kriff was going on with the squad, they just walked by ever so fast. Suddenly a loud array of beeps came as Luckystar was walking across the bridge, and then Sam came across. All of the squad was across - the bridge became air space and speeders flew across the place the bridge had been.

Bacardi's pinstripe suit stood out from the rest of Paladin's clothes, except Luckystar's clothes. All of Paladin began to walk to the warehouse, crossing another bridge the same thing happened again and the bridge became nothing but air. The small planet seemed to be grouped in this city, due to the large amount of Speeder Travel. Luckystar opened her mouth to speak: "Hassar, Bacardi, go to the warehouse. When cleared give us the signal to come in." Luckystar ordered the two men, and they both nodded - not saluting, they did not want to give themselves away.

Both of them were parallel of each other, they both looked almost the same. The warehouse sat in front of them, the doors were locked, and the windows were to high for a human's reach. It was perfect. The spooky look would probably take care of the locals, and the deserted look would take care of the authorities. Bacardi went up to the main door and knocked twice, reaching in his back pocket he had his finger on his ID card as a blaster barrel was pointed at him through the window, a harsh voice came through the window: "ID, and companions." Bacardi flashed his ID card, and Hassar came forward. "Ah, come in, please." The Falleen opened the door and took a quick look outside, "Who are you guys waiting on?"

"The rest of 'em, Hassar, do you mind get Lucky and Sam?" Bacardi said, and Hassar nodded, moving inside the building, Bacardi looked around and noticed how vast the inside was. A woman and the Falleen moved over and began to whisper to each other. Bacardi moved over to one of the crates that had something written on it in a foreign tongue, he popped open the crate and to his avail there was weapons inside. He looked around, and then reached in and grabbed one. He pulled out the blaster pistol that looked good to him, a SSK-7 Heavy Blaster Pistol. Pulling open his jacket he slid the SSK-7 into his shoulder holster, and then flicked on the safety. Moving over to another crate that had more writing etched onto the front he opened it, and reached in - he found Blaster Cases. Grabbing four he slid them into the side compartments in his shoulder holster, he was now an armed and dangerous soldier. A woman moved across the room, and Bacardi opened his mouth to speak to her:

"Excuse me, do you know were the tools are? Electrobinoculars? Silencers?" Bacardi asked the woman, and she pointed him to a crate behind her. Bacardi strolled over to the crate and lifted the hood, he noticed the electrobinoculars and decided not to grab them, it would ruin his cover, he instead grabbed a silencer and closed the lid. Pulling out his SSK-7, he pointed it towards the ground and began to screw the silencer on. Once it was on he turned around and pointed it at the wall, he was ready to go. At that moment, Paladin came in through the warehouse door Luckystar immediately went over to the weapon crates and began to choose a weapon, the Falleen had somehow disappeared. Bacardi moved over to Sam and opened his mouth to speak: "Who is monitoring our safety besides our own squad?" Sam turned and looked puzzled, but he then realized what the young PFC had asked.

"Members of another," Sam had implied squad but he didn't want to say it openly in case of bugs. "They are to be trusted, they are part of the Storm." It all raced through his mind now, Bacardi was part of Paladin Squad which was part of Storm Platoon, and it was most likely going to be Jester that was giving them cover. "And they will be removing them as well." Them were the loyalists, a job that Bacardi had wanted. "We need to focus on our job at hand, and thats it."

"Got it, you guys can contact me by Comlink, I am going to search around a tiny bit." Bacardi had left before Sam had a chance to reply, his pinstripe suit swayed in the slight breeze that presented itself outside the warehouse. He walked over a plasma bridge just as it deactivated and strolled across the roads, he looked up at a slightly tall building in front of him, he walked in and to his surprise it was a hotel: "Strange.", Bacardi thought. He moved through the two double doors that were at the front of the hotel and searched around, concierges, desks, comlinks, tables, lifts, and a small restaurant littered the floor. Moving over to the main concierge desk he opened his mouth to speak: "Do you have a vacancy on your top level?"

"Yes sir we do, it is-" the woman said as Bacardi shuved a 500 Credit Chip in front of her. "... Thank you, sir. Here is your key card." She held it out in front of Bacardi, and Bacardi politely grabbed it from her, he moved over to one of the lifts and pressed floor 18. It moved up quickly and Bacardi was there in no time. He stepped out of the elevator and stepped onto some cheap Corellian Carpet, moving down to his room, number 1831, he met the door face to face. He slid the key into the slot and entered. The main hallway had wood flooring, and a white wallpaper. A small light hung from the ceiling, and Bacardi slowly walked through the dark hallway. He moved to the door at the end of the hall and put his hand on the knob, before opening it he reached into his jacket and pulled out his SSK-7, the silencer gave his gun a slight menacing look. He opened the door. Moving in he looked around, a Com Terminal, two paintings, and a shadow.

"Morfosta bifastsa," a man said, pointing a silenced SSK-7 Blaster Pistol at Bacardi's head. "Akheisten," the man's words translated into: "Hands up, who are you with?". It was Trelevan all right. Bacardi turned around and raised his hands, gun still in one hand, his ID in the other. The man snatched the ID and then looked up. "You are late, agent." Agent Trelevan, member of the New Republic Security and Identification Bureau said, lowering his weapon. "We have much to work with."

"I had to make a stop and get this." Bacardi said, nodding to his gun, "The Imperials have no idea I am working for the New Republic." Bacardi said, "They will have no idea what hit them." Bacardi said, as he and Trelevan walked out of the room and down the hall. They moved into the bar room and Trelevan threw Bacardi a bottle of water, Bacardi and Trelevan both opened their water bottles and took large swigs out of them.

"I will inform the Colonel right away." Trelevan said, moving over to the Terminal.

"Hell you will," Bacardi said, raising his SSK-7 and firing a muffled blaster bolt. Trelevan had a chance to turn around and watch as the blaster bolt went through Trelevan's chest, he looked up and mouthed a few words and then fell. The Comlink had a number dialed up, but the send button had not been pressed. Bacardi raised his SSK-7 to the screen and fired, it was gone now. Reaching down into Trelevan's body, Bacardi found his New Republic Identification Card. He put it on the ground right next to him. He then reached into his front jacket pocket and pulled out a sheet of papers - papers with fake orders from New Republic Command. The 'orders' were to ransack part of the local population to scare them into peace. Bacardi then grabbed Trelevan's SSK-7 and took it, and placed it in his hand. "See you in hell," Bacardi remarked at Trelevan and he exited the room. Looking around he went through the main door, he began to walk down the hall - pistol still in hand. He had to move quick. A woman came out of a room and looked at Bacardi quickly, she then looked away, then back. She was about to scream but Bacardi raised Trelevan's weapon and fired twice, killing her.

"... wha... wha... why...?" The woman said, as she fell on the ground. Bacardi ran back down the hallway, and into the room. He threw the pistol onto Trelevan's dead lap and then ran back out. Desperately searching the hall he found the emergency exit, he kicked the door open and looked down - stairs. He flung himself down a flight of stairs and then another. He was running as fast as he could, moving down flights and flights until he finally hit the ground with his feet. His pistol was holstered, and there was no blood on his clothes. He had executed the plan close to perfectly.
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Kami woke the next morning with the beginning vestiges of a hangover. With an audible groan, she lifted her head from when it was resting on the desk in the middle of her hotel bedroom. Realizing that a local politics publication was stuck to her forehead, she groaned again, snatching it away. She hadn't meant to nearly polish off the bottle of whiskey in her cabinet, but Vasili had an irritating way of getting to her. Besides, all the news she'd gotten from the pile of recent holivids and printout in front of her hadn't  helped to improve her mood.

“You look lovely this morning.”

Kami glanced over her shoulder to where Vasili was standing in the now open doorway, looking remarkably relaxed despite the darkening bruise on his jaw where Kami had smacked him. Running a hand across her face, she looked over at the chrono near her bed. 0700. Her brows creased in suspicion, “Why are you even awake?”

“We had a visitor,” Vasili held up an elaborate envelope, “Guy named Haann Quallo. Ardric Riles PA.”

Despite herself, Kami smiled, “You actually read your brief.”

Vasili's mouth pulled into a grimace, “Well...yeah, but anyways, this is an invite for you, and a guest,” He paused to grin and wink suggestively, “To lunch later today. 'A formal occasion organized specifically for the delegates of both factions,' as the little rat man put it.”

Kami was instantly alert, “The NR officials will be there.”

“As will some expensive booze,” Vasili countered, leaning against the doorframe.

“No,” Kami came to her feet, “This is too important. I'll need you switched on. Everyone who's anyone will be there today. This is our chance to find out how far NR ideals have burrowed.”

“Knowing our enemies, I suspect it will be deep.”

“We have our allies,” Kami murmured, already thinking ahead. She made to step towards her small duffel bag, only to hesitate mid stride, “I don't have a thing to wear.”

Vasili's grin widened as he produced a gleaming, VE funded credit card from his pocket, “Kams, they give out these things for a reason you know.

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Four hours later, Kami swept up the elaborate stairs at the front of parliament house, her arm through Vasili's. He had pulled up quite nicely, even shaving under Kami's persistent arguments, and was now clad in a brand new black suit tailored to the lines of his slim form. Kami's hair was loose, cascading down the back of a floor length, extraordinarily snug fiery red gown. Although one not particularly comfortable dressing up, she was well used to playing by the rules of the upper class, and was subsequently aware of how powerful a tool looking good was.

Cyneques met them at in the entryway, where he was situated so as to be the first to greet arriving guests. He swept into a perfect bow as he recognized her, clasping her free hand and pulling it up to his lips, “Sergeant. You look stunning.” He straightened and gripped Vasili's hand in a firm shake, “Welcome.”

“You look quite dashing as well Minister,” Kami opened, the compliment unforced. Luan Cyneques did look extremely dashing, a veritable poster boy in his tuxedo. Silently thanking the gods that such a charismatic man was on their side, Kami deigned to ask the million dollar question, “Have our friends arrived yet?”

“A bare minute ago,” Luan's smile didn't waver. He excused himself from a group of nearby guests, then gestured for Kami and Vasili to follow as he began to walk inside, “If you would be so kind?”

Kami allowed Vasili to lead, silently drinking in the signs of Kolstor's wealth displayed all around them as they made their way into an elaborate ballroom. The gleaming wooden floor was already packed with dignitaries, wealthy merchants and beautiful women, all mingling beneath a thirty piece band who launched into another smooth melody as they arrived.

“Riles is with them,” Luan waved casually in the direction of the NR delegates so as to not attract attention, but Kami had already picked them out. A man and a woman, both middle aged and dark haired. They were engaged in an intense discussion with a daintily dressed Chief Minister on the far side of the room. Despite the richness of their clothes, they screamed military compared to the hundred or so other people about them, the woman consistently checking her surrounds as she laughed and followed along with the conversation. Kami felt herself stiffen as the woman's eyes locked on hers for the briefest of seconds, before sliding away as though she'd seen nothing of interest.

“They look glad to see us,” Vasili seemed amused as the woman clasped her companion's arm, whispering into his ear. The man glanced up towards them, then turned to say something to Riles, who immediately gestured in a sign of apology.

“Shall we go and say hi?” Luan seemed to share Vasili's good mood.  Forcing her expression back into a pleasant mask, Kami swept after Cyneques, her arm tightening about Vasili's as she did so.

“Steady Kams,” Vee's voice was comforting in her ear, “This is what you do best.”

“Ah, Luan!” Riles smile stretched unpleasantly at his face, the expression failing to carry to calculating brown eyes, “I see you've found our other guests of honor.”

“I have the pleasure of introducing Sergeant Major Kami Sharpe, and Sergeant Vasili Rustam,” Luan swept an arm to envelope the NR delegates before them, “Major Jon Orquis, and Sergeant Mika Saprin.”

Both NR soldiers declined their heads in greeting, Riles cutting in to prevent an awkward conversation, “Yes yes, now that the introductions are over I must steal these two away, I have plenty of people eager to meet them.”

The trio bowed formally, backing away to resume their intense discussion.

“Speaking of which Kami, I hope you don't mind if I use your first name?” Luan waited until Kami had smiled permission before continuing, “I have a similar task for you. There are plenty of officials that are very keen to speak with you about the future of our great Kolstor”

Resigning herself to dealing with the intricacies of political banter over the next few hours, Kami nodded agreement, “Of course.” She paused, turning to Vasili, “Go mingle.”

Vasili flashed his trademark grin, officially given permission to do what he did best. He turned to saunter towards the bar, Kami losing his broad shouldered form in seconds as he was swallowed up by the crowd.

'Shall we?” Luan held out his arm, his blue eyes showing the glint of determination.

Kami linked her arm about the second most powerful man on the planet, “Let's go spread the word of the Empire.”
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