Major General Rizzit Blackheart summoned all of Hellgate one day to the simulation chambers of the Academy. The Commander of Training's Assistant, Darr-Rann stood by his side while waiting for everyone to assemble. The Drill Instructors, AlanRJ, Jelly Bean, and Otto Vox, of course were present along with all of the newly acquired trainees and the Academy assistant Joamer. Newly acquired was perhaps a bad word, because to become a member of the illustrious Hellgate Squad you needed to first undergo a rigorous training program under the whip of Rizzit himself.

"Greetings and welcome to your first day of hell!" Rizzit sarcastically greeted everyone. "You think it has been rough thus far? You haven't seen anything yet." Rizzit looked around and the look on everyone's faces told him that he should go a bit easy on the sarcasm...these newcomers were not used to him...nor would they be....they were only here for training and then move on to a greater purpose in their lives. "You have been brought here for a reason...your instructors have indicated the need for a hands-on experience that actually has you doing something other than target practice or lectures."

Looks of annoyance or fear left their faces and was replaced by looks of excitement or just a straight face. Rizzit called them around a holo projector so he could start with the official briefing. Various images displayed on the screen as Rizzit spoke, the first one was of an abandoned imperial weapons facility on Kejim. "You will be investigating the remains of one of our old weapons facilities on Kejim. The New Republic has unfortunately taken control of the planet." The image shifted to an image of Kejim. "We have received intelligence that we may have left something important there that should not be obtained. This could be anything....weapons that not even we have heard about....our home base location....who knows? Let me know what you find down there. You will be sent into the simulator and you will find yourselves equipped with E-11 Blaster Rifles and Instructors, you will have an E-Web if need be. Good Luck"

Rizzit departed the group and went to the simulator controls. The group of academy recruits found themselves being hooked up to probes and monitors (some of them for the first time). When the simulator was activated they found themselves on board a Stormtrooper transport on its way to Kejim. This may be a simulator, but to some it felt like the real thing. Just because it was a simulator, did not mean you could not feel pain...

Zeshaun stepped out from behind a scorched box. "Thanks for saving me you guys I wasn't sure I could take them all out." Zeshaun had run out ahead of Kyie and her group but ran into trouble. Zeshaun actually was the reason the Rebels were shooting. They moved up to the door, "Anyone got detonators or know how to slice?" Jeerota looked around for an answer. Mandalore let out a grumble along the lines of "Why do they always use my supplies." and reached into his pack and pulled out a thermo detonator. "Wait I can slice through the door if it's the same model I'm thinking of." Zeshaun stepped forward and pulled out some datapads from his pack. He concentrated hard, he knew that if he messed up it may trigger an alarm and they could walk into an ambush. The door's security was harder than he expected and he started getting butterflies in his stomach. After entering the last line of data Zeshaun stepped back and the door let out a hiss and opened. Zeshaun let out a cocky smile trying to hide his relief. "Ladies and Gentlemen the Kajim weapons facility." Kyie let out a sigh. Kyie and Mandalore stepped into a dark hallway leading in.

Andrea Desjani tapped the power cell of her E-11, and, satisfied that it was fully charged, disembarked from the transport behind the others.  Even as she followed, she let the briefing run through her head, playing certain parts over and over again.  "We have received intelligence that we may have left something important there that should not be obtained. This could be anything....weapons that not even we have heard about....our home base location....who knows?”
Andrea frowned slightly as this particular part replayed, several times.
Anything…which means it could be potentially anywhere…need to watch our fire, then.  Briefing didn’t say we needed to bring it back intact…but I’d rather be ordered to destroy something that reprimanded for not bringing whatever it is back.

She sighed and switched her attention back to the task at hand.  She preferred to remain towards the back, not out of fear of being first, but rather because she much preferred to be able to see everything that was going on.  From her present location she was able to see what was happening ahead of her, and with a quick spin was also able to check behind them, ensuring none of the upstart Rebels were able to sneak up on them.

Andrea had been doing just this, bringing up the rear, keeping an eye out for any hostiles behind them.  She checked her E-11, tapping the power cell for probably the twentieth time since leaving the transport.  She reflexively slapped her hand to the side of her helmet when Jeerota’s shout came over the comm.

“If you can read me move in now we have unknown hostiles in the garage and I’ve been shot!  Do you copy? Over.”

“Andrea here, I copy. On my way, over.”

She cast one final glance behind her before she turned and sprinted to the others location.  She swung her E-11 around the corner, and saw only Jeerota and the Trandoshan, Zeshaun.  She winced as she saw Zeshaun firing blindly around the corner, and tried to catch his attention.

“Whoa, whoa! We need to watch where we fire! What if we hit whatever it is we’re supposed to keep an eye out for?”

Zeshaun took cover as Jago threw a grenade. It shook the ground and sent chunks of the ground into the air.

Zeshaun seemed to be the highest ranking trooper there

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so he took initiative.

"Jeerota and Andrea are a team and Jago and me will be a team. Let's move in" Zeshaun said.

They slowly advanced through the light haze and walked past a few charred bodies in rebel uniform. Zeshaun moved up to the door and found that it had been disabled by the grenade.

"Nice lob Jago." Zeshaun said.

Jago nodded in thanks. "What are we looking for Zeshaun?" Jago asked.

Zeshaun shrugged "Reports say it could be anything. We'll just have to find out."

As they stepped through the door they found themselves in a small hangar for what seemed like personnel vehicles. A couple speeders, some civilian transports and a what seemed to be a very small tank with repulsor lifts.

"let's go for a joy ride." Zeshaun said with a menacing smile.

"Do you even know how to drive one of those things?" Jago asked hesitantly following Zeshaun.

"I mostly learned on walkers but I learned the basics of repulsors so we should be okay." Zeshaun hopped into the controls. "You take the turret."

Jago got in and muttered something under his breath, probably some kind of prayer.

"I managed to get the engines working." Zeshauns voice crackled in over the headset. "Everything is green, how are the guns?"

Jago checked everything. "We're all set to go sir."

Zeshaun said "Lets make some room for this baby to run. blast that wall and see if we can get us going through the facility in this."

Jago fired and the wall exploded. They cruised slowly through the small hole into the deeper part of the facility.

Nick Draxen checked the ammo of his E-11 Blaster Rifle as he moved into the area along with the rest of the squad. He was ready for action and prepared for battle. He quietly made his way through the Facility, taking precautions at each corner. While he was walking by a corner, he saw one soldier walking down the hall, armed but off guard. Nick slowly approached the rebel while aiming the E-11 at his back. Draxen then pulled the trigger, killing the soldier. To his right, there was a door which lead to a lower part of the Facility. "I've found lower levels of this facility. I'm going to secure these parts. Help would be appreciated."


Nick then finished his transmission to his squad mates. These levels were more cleaner than the top. And it seemed as if it was still in use. There were no dead bodies or anything like that. Despite the appearance, Nick was still on guard. He made his way from corner to corner. Eventually, he walked into a large area, like a briefing room. Right in front of him, was a large set of small arms weapons, along with holograms of various planets and moons. "I've found something.''

"Alright Mandalore, every things ready to go." Orineus said as he loaded Derek's things into the cargo ship. Derek smiled"Your the Mandalore now." Orineus shrugged "You'll always be Mandalore to me " He smiled " and to your mates at the academy." Derek's smile vanished "What?" Orineus laughed" I changed your name on the form you filled out from Derek to Mandalore." Derek stared with his mouth open then shrugged"I probably won't correct them any w-""Mandalore!Mandalore!Get up!Mandalore!"
Mandalore regained consciousness.He looked up to see Kyie covered in sweat,dirt, and blood, it wasn't her blood.Mandalore looked at his chest to see a piece of shrapnel in him " Oh my" he said trying to sound casual " we cant have that can we" Kyie smiled"Hold still I'll get it." Mandalore didn't know he could speak Huttese but he was swearing like he had never done, what with Kyie pulling out the shrapnel and then spraying him with bacta.
After a few minutes Mandalore asked "What happened?" "Someone lobed an EC at us, you should be glad your alive."Kyie replied."Wow , so where's everybody else?" Kyie shrugged"I don't know I saw transport go by ,but I cant get a signal out to anybody"Mandalore pointed at something to their right "Will that help?" Kyie looked over to see a , damaged but still operating, New Republic transport ship." No way!"

As all of us entered the New Republic's transport, Zippy had his head down. He really had made only one freind out there and that was Antos. Zippy couldn't believe they were actually shooting at him. All of a sudden they had been bumped by something. "What is it?" zippy said as they grabbed the top holders. "I belive were getting shot at by rebels." Everyone grabbed there E-11 blaster rifles and readied themselves for battle.

Dodd Stetson frowned.  Looking out from the transport's open deployment doors, he could see a recruit wandering around the immediate area and talking to nobody.  "Why did you start the party without me?" The delusional recruit was mumbling towards some vacant space amongst the rubble.  Dodd swallowed as he watched the trooper pace the area and continue to talk to himself.  He felt a stab of illness creep into his stomach.  Is this what he could expect from war zones?

Resolving himself to the danger at hand, he dropped from the transport and crouched behind some cover to check his gear.  Rifle - full clip, vibrodagger, trooper armor.  It was all standard issue.  He tapped the side of his helmet, the comms display fuzzing briefly as it refocused.  It all seemed in order. 

Up ahead, beyond the structure rubble, a vast hangar loomed.  It's windows were blown out and scorch marks were spread in various spots.  Cargo doors hung crooked, blown inward at the center.  He started making his way at a steady pace towards them. 

The sound of blaster bolts and shouts rang out near him.  He ducked behind covered and sought out the source.  Off to his left there was an overturned table and a single trooper crouched behind it.  Looking frightened out of his mind, the soldier was holding his arm over the edge and blindly firing into the distance.  Dodd was amazed to find that there were no rebels returning fire - in fact, as he crept over to assist, there were no rebels anywhere in sight.  What in blazes is going on, here?  It must be madness.

He considered taking these soldiers with him, but the idea frightened him.  These men would get him killed.  He'd have to go it alone.  Dodd left the fearful trooper behind at the table and shuffled to the hangar, keeping as close to the ground as possible. 

The acrid stench of burnt metal and melted powercells permeated the area near the doors.  A few tendrils of powerlines hung loose, torn from the infrastructure during explosions, and spraying intermittent bursts of sparks in random directions.  As he entered the darkness of the hangar, he reached up and switched his visual interface to night vision. 

The building was strewn with disjointed rail sections - making a maze of confusing barriers on the grated floor level.  Once they'd encircled the bay but must have had sections blown out during the firefights.  There was still enough intact railings that Stetson could see a way over to the other side.   

Blaster in hand, he worked his way to a half-fallen section and climbed up to the second level.  Keeping a continual nervous awareness on his surrounding was taking a toll.  He could feel sweat all over, and his hands were beginning to shake.  The instructor said that they could all feel pain, and Stetson believed him.  More than that, though, he didn't want to fail.  That just wasn't something that Stetsons do. 

Keeping the area under scrutiny for hostiles, he traversed the length of the railing, convinced that the light thudding of his boots could be heard for miles around.

pid was nervous.ery nervous and she stood infront of alan.
"what are you doing here?"he asked roughly, even though he doesn't it mean.trainers had too sound tuff or else new recruits woulnt listen too him."reporting for mission sir!!!!!!!!!" pid yelled and saluted.alan only raised a eye brow and nodded."good you know the briefing get to it.we need all the extra help we can get."

Pidge was waiting for some sign of a new objective she could set her mind to. She was slightly miffled at being dropped smack-bang into the middle of some mission as if her superiors suspected some form of miracle to happen whenever they dropped another load of greens.

Currently, she kept her body low to the ground, crawling through wire, rubble, blood and dirt of debris.

Right now, she was directed with the lovely order of keeping watch. Of course, between all the smoke and haze, this might prove to be a little dificult and with the stifling insides of her helmet clobbering her breath, Pidge needless to say felt panicked, trapped and most uphappy at signing up. She sighed, her head leaning back against the scorched wall behind her. Her eyes lazily yet sharply kept track at whatever caught her eyes. Way uphead, she could make out the distant silhoutte of a hangar bay, or rather the rubble ruins of what was left behind of the once whole building.

As her eyes adjusted and focussed throy}ugh the occasional flashes of light, misty remains of debris in the air and distance, she gasped.


It was dificult through the smoke, but she managed to pick out the details of two figurers, one slumped against the other one. It seemed as if they were making their towards the hangar.

Praying this was not another moment of stupidity Pidge sped up in her crawling in order to catch up with the soldier. She had a feeling one of the two soldiers in front was Private Stetson having overheard a conversation from Alan and another commander.

She quickly followed after the two.

Can this get any worse?

Derek had fallen out of the transport ship when the rebels started attacking. He was seperated from the others ...... again. Thankfully for him the rebs hadn't noticed him and passed on by. Unfortunatly for his comrades, they continude to try and blast them out of the sky.

But it had been almost a hour since he had seen anyone. Now he was running along the country side looking for a fight. It appeared that a fight wasn't far away as Derek noticed two troopers trying to take on a  whole squad of rebs.


Alright, it's about time I had some fun too.

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Sorry I havn't posted in a while but I do what I can, when I can.