Zeshaun was awed by the large computer system that had been hidden behind the wall. Unfortunately the 3 mysterious figures took away from it all. It's gotta be Frozt. Zeshaun thought gripping his rifle tighter. Lucky motioned to quietly advance on the figures with weapons raised. When they all had accurate shots lined up on them Lucky spoke out.

"Freeze....Don't move, put your hands up." She ordered.

The 3 figures turned and revealed the faces of 2 men and a women. They seemed very confused. Zeshaun examined them closely and almost laughed when he noticed the STC symbol on their uniforms. Lucky motioned for everyone to put their weapons down. Alan and Lucky had a short conversation with the 3 personnel and in a few minutes reported back to the squad.

Apparently the 3 people were trying to find anything out about the virus that was planted into their systems, and they were pretty close to finding their answers. They discussed what to do and figured it wouldn't hurt to find out the verdict. Alan and Lucky both watched intently over the workers shoulders as they typed away on their keyboards. Everyone in the squad had removed their helmets, they figured they were not in any immediate danger and they appreciated the fresh air. Zeshaun sat waiting, getting slightly impatient.

After a couple of very long minutes they stepped away from the screen with an astonished look on their faces. The 3 computer workers turned to explain what they had found on their computers.

Frozt had implanted the virus in the central computer system, which was connected to almost every single computer in the base. The virus is what is known as a passive virus, which is what made it so hard to find. It only attacks when a computer terminal is turned on. It reacts to the signal sent to the central computer systems. The virus would then go to the computer itself and ravage it's hard drive for any files that were filed as classified information. The only indication that the user would have was that the computer would shut itself down.

"Where's all the information sent to?" Zeshaun blurted. It can't just store stuff in the central computer, that would be pointless

The leader of the 3 people  gave him an annoyed look. Zeshaun drew back slightly getting a little defensive.

"I was just getting to that." The man said turning back to the group.

He explained that the information was then sent back to a secret folder created in the central computer. Frozt somehow managed to get the codes to make his folder seen only by the platoon commanders. The virus was to eliminate itself once it had made it's way to every single computer on base. Luckily they had found out about it before it got out of hand. The mechanic had a grim look on his face. He explained that unfortunately most of the squad leaders, generals and platoon commanders had turned on their computers before the virus was noticed.

"What does that mean?" Alan queried, "How much damage has been done."

The slicer looked back down at his computer. "Well, all the layouts and blueprints of every layer of the base has been taken, along with some outlines for missions and codes to various areas."

Alan let out a long whistle. This was bad. If those get into the wrong hands we are done for. Zeshaun thought shaking his head in disbelief.

"All hope isn't lost." the slicer said. "The information that was collected is sent to Frozt's personnel computer. As long as he hasn't sent the info elsewhere, and we catch him we'll be fine.

Lucky let out a relieved sigh. Well I hope the other squads are getting that done. Zeshaun thought. He put his helmet back on and checked to make sure his rifle was loaded. Lucky thanked the slicers for all the important information. Lucky ordered everyone to move out and return to their transport. Zeshaun immediately called driving and ran down the halls to prove that his leg was much better.

When they arrived at the front doors a crowd of civilians had formed around their transport. What the hell... Zeshaun thought.

"They don't look to happy to see us." Nick said.

"Let's go see what their problem is." Lucky said walking through the door.

As soon as the squad had emerged from the door a stray bolt flew by Alan and almost hit Novacaine. Whoa. Zeshaun thought. That caught him slightly off guard. The crowd seemed to be angry about not being protected enough and letting Frozt run around the city causing havoc. Lucky tried to reason with them but they wouldn't listen. Just then a message came in over their commlink.

The message said that their were mercenaries possibly threatening on the edge of the city. I thought there were only 20 mercenaries here. Zeshaun thought. He then looked back out toward the crowd.

"Looks like we're going to have to get through them to fight those mercs." Requiem said, slightly on edge.

Lucky sighed, and ordered everyone back inside the building. They needed to find a good way to get through the crowd without injuring any of them.

"What was that?"

"Don't be so jumpy Orobos, it was nothing,"

"I saw something fly in there," the large stormtrooper said pointing into a doorway.

"Are you sure,"

"Well... yea, no I'm positive I saw something,"

"Alright let's," Tanus began before the thing leapt out past them knocking Orobos and verkur to the ground,

"Crap, Fire on it!"

The squad opened fire lasers flying in all directions as the alien jumped from one side of the street to another jumping over obstacles and skillfully avoiding the only edge the Stormtroopers possessed at the moment over the creature. The squad shot down at the cover the creature had leapt behind the small wall slowing crumbling before someone had the sense to chuck a grenade.

The grenade flew over the wall. almost immediately it flew up 4 meters into the air and then the thing darted out again as the frag exploded sending fragments of the grenades shell in every direction, shattering windows and denting the armour of the troopers.

"We can't keep this up!"

"I'm down to my last clip here,"

"We just have to find our target. Let's try and get away from this thing,"

Orobos hurriedly followed the rest of his squad back towards a building they could hide in and use as a n alternate escape route. Pulling his rifle over his shoulder he took out his pistol thinking he'd save the precious rifle ammunition for when he really needed it.

"Why don't we have air support?! We're on our home base running out of ammo and absolutely no support in sight?!"

"I don't know, just keep running!"

Zeshaun stared in horror as the others climbed into the hunk of metal that loosely resembled a SPMA. I think it might be faster to walk, a couple large sets of sparks splurted from it's side It may be safer too. Zeshaun though reluctantly getting into the vehicle. Alan was trying to get the thing working but he seemed to be having a hard time. This brought Zeshaun's mood back up a bit, it meant he would get to drive. At least it's a walker, my specialty. Zeshaun thought smiling under his helmet.

"Mind if I step in?" Zeshaun asked, mockingly.

Alan mumbled something and moved to the passenger seat crossing his arms. Zeshaun quickly started up the engine, luckily all the steering and actions were standard to a walker. Zeshaun went through all the logistics and the productivity of all the parts and found some very bad things. Zeshaun turned in his seat and addressed the squad.

"It seems we have absolutely no shields." Zeshaun said wearily.

Further more, all the legs were only working at 75% efficiency and the maximum speed they could go at was about 15 mph. Since the shields were down about 3 good hits from a rocket launcher would end all their lives in a violent explosion. Zeshaun turned back toward he controls and started up the engine. He twisted the steering wheel and turned the SPMA around slowly. Lucky came up to him from the back. She asked whether he could fix any of the problems that they were encountering.

"Afraid not, I was supposed to learn that this week in class, but here I am." Zeshaun said.

Lucky sighed, thanked him and then went back to her seat. Although the SPMA was hardly safer than a metal box the weapons on it were still functioning close to 80% and they would be able to deal a lot of damage before they went down. As they creaked down the street, he could see some people looking out from their windows and looking over their balcony's, some with glaring eyes, filled with hatred, and others with a sense of awe. Well this is just really messed up, never had so many of my own people mad at me before. Zeshaun thought shivering at the thought of having to quell a riot.

"Take a turn up here." Alan's voice brought Zeshaun back.

He nodded and turned. They were at the edge of the city and Zeshaun could see the edge of the forrest. Let's see fit his works. Zeshaun thought, pressing an assortment of buttons. A scanner came up and it started to blip. As they got closer to the woods a couple faint beeps started to show up at the edge of his sceen. Zeshaun pointed them out to Alan and they decided that they were probably the mercenaries. Zeshaun picked up the comm to the vehicle and changed his voice to mock Rizzit.

"This is your commander speaking." He heard a chorus of groans "We have spotted some mercenaries up ahead, please be on the look out."

Zeshaun put the comm down laughing at his own little joke. He looked back out of the front window and he thought he saw a glint coming from a tree but assumed it was his imagination. Suddenly a huge flame came soaring at the vehicle, coming straight for the cockpit. Zeshaun quickly turned the thing as fast as it could go and the rocket ended up hitting the side of the vehicle. That was close Zeshaun thought, breaking a sweat.

Lucky came up to the cockpit, and asked what was going on. Zeshaun explained that they were probably just hit by a rocket. Lucky glared at him.

"What do you mean 'just a rocket'?" Lucky said.

Zeshaun shrugged, and said he would work on not being hit. Lucky shook her head and went back once again to her seat. Zeshaun pulled up the targetting system for the turbo lasers. Let's see how they like this. Zeshaun thought unleashing a deadly volley into the edge of the woods, taking out a whole row of trees and setting many of them on fire.

Alan patted Zeshaun on the shoulder and told him that he was going to get out of the vehicle to see what they were up against. Zeshaun nodded and let loose another deafening volley. He heard the doors in the back open the rest of the squad shuffle out. He then saw them running toward the woods, fanned out with their rifles ready. Let's see if I can get one more volley in. Zeshaun thought aiming carefully so that he wouldn't hit any of the paladin's. The bolts flew over the squads head and erupted in another brilliant explosion.

"That was close Zesh." Alan's voice came in a little agitated.

Zeshaun smiled. He started to turn the vehicle back around so he could go the other way when he saw two familiar fireball's coming his direction. Sithspit. Zeshaun thought quickly unbuckling himself and running toward the back door. He jumped out as the rockets hit the vehicle and exploded. Pieces of metal landed near Zeshaun as he lay on the ground covering his head.

"Zesh, you still their?" Lucky asked worriedly.

"Yeah I'm alive." Zeshaun said, brushing himself off.

Requiem shook his head as he heard the numerous rants from Zeshaun that the vehicle needed to undergo immediate repairs but none of them had the right tools to do any of it. Hr sat in the cock pit at the left of Alan and surveyed Zeshaun's progress on his right. Well Requiem slowly lowered himself to the vision of the window and looked out to see if anything was coming head-on Were going to have something to do soon Requiem slowly patted the vehicle beside the control's and aloud Screech was heard from under the metal. Requiem lifted his hand up in haste and than holding it cautiously while looking around his person ready for something to jump out at him.

" Calm down. . ." Nick said as he walked over to Requiem as he than patted his shoulder relaxingly.

" Yea, yea I know but this hunk of junk is still screaming 'Danger' " Requiem replied as he than left the cockpit and walked into the hull of the vehicle.

Requiem heard a loud yell as Lucky and the rest of the squad ran towards the cockpit to leave Requiem sitting down sighing ready to do the next objective on their list.

" Requiem. . .get up " Requiem heard Lucky's voice and than hustled to stand up in a sort of saluting position.

Alan walked into his range of sight as he than began to bundle up his weapon's resting on his chair. " Were going outside, get ready. . . " Alan began to speak without turning around, but Requiem knew he was eager to get out of the vehicle by the tone in his voice.

Requiem jumped up from his spot and than readied his weapon's as he placed them over his shoulder and on important section's of his body for easy access. he than placed his high number and assortments of knives down his leg's. Requiem lifted his head as Lucky asked if they were ready. The large hull opened up and they piled out as they than walked towards a large forest with a large number of the tree's burned to a crisp. Requiem slowly stopped in his track's as he heard an explosion, Zeshaun than appeared behind them slightly covered in vehicle remains and ash.

They held back remarks and than steeped into he evergreen of the forest, heavy fire than began to bore through the trunks of tree's as each member took cover behind a specific tree. Requiem peeked out between bursts and saw that their were under 5, he suspected them to be directly from the Edge of the city because the squad was so close to it. Requiem than slowly reached to his leg cautiously and sent up one of his knives. He threw it behind him as he heard a low pitched yell that was cue as the squad moved in succession further into the crush as they reached a small valley where the tree's were crisped.

Requiem winced as he saw a small anti-armor rocket soar towards them homing in on their body signal thats not good Requiem ducked despite Lucky's yell and than ran forwards away from the Large rocket approaching. They were stationed on top of a large building harboring behind the 3 air-vent's which protected them well enough. Lucky stood behind a small bush in camouflage and signalled to the squad as she directed them to a steep like staircase climbing to the top of the building.

Requiem followed order's and climbed up and they reached the top in a few minutes. He watched as they than rounded the rooftop towards the mercenaries who were glancing over the area looking for them, Requiem smiled as the squad consecutively pushed the mercenaries over the rooftop since they leaned over and smiled. Requiem walked to the edge of the rooftop and looked over as he saw 30 mercenaries marching down the road towards them.

" Anyone got any mines planted over their ? " Nick said as he began to reach under his helmet and scratch his head.

Requiem stood between 2 air vent's firing in both directions, both his machine pistols were cradled in his hands and being fired in both directions in front of him and behind him. he had slowly stopped firing as the mercenaries began to advance closer to get a better look. Requiem slowly reached to his sides and brought out 2 small grenades from the small pouch he found in the SPMA. Requiem threw them both in separate directions lowering his head for extra cover. He than placed his hands over his ear's and waited for the scream's as the bomb's exploded and sent the few mercenarie's left hurtling over the side of the building.

" Hmm. . .nice angle. . . " Nick said as she than got up and looked around.

Shrapnel and bullet shell's were discarded all over the area in an almost dire attempt to leave evidence of them being their, The squad scrounged the building for more information, this being shown by constant kick's of mistrewn bodies of bodies than the searching of them for items. Requiem slowly sighed and walked over to the side of the building, he placed his palms on the edge of the building and than looked out over it as he had seen the sunset slowly begin to fall over the horizon. Requiem than clenched his fist and turned back around to his squad. Requiem looked around as he saw 6 rappel lines dangling from the top of the building.

Requiem winced and than slowly turned around, he clambered over the top of the building and than grappled onto the rope as he than rappelled down its face hopping from one space to the next. Requiem yelled up the building as he firmly rested the soles of his feet against the sidewalk and than watched as the squad followed suit. They reached the floor of the large street and began to look around their person ready for anything with their weapon's raised high into the air.

" okay, let's continue to the edge of the city " Lucky said as they marched down the road. theirs definitely going to be a welcoming party

Requiem clambered down as he saw could clearly see the edge of the city. Blaster fire was heard and separate colors could be seen attacking each other against a vast plain bordering themselves from the city and the outer regions of the planet. seems we have a back up plan Requiem laughed at his joke and he was surprised to see his squad look back at him in a menacing look and than turn back. Requiem since and than faced forward as they advanced to the large battle field looming in front of them.

Requiem watched as the fully reached the outskirts and they saw trooper's attacking the mercenaries with heavy machinery, Requiem signaled to the squad as he began to walk towards the enemy lines.

" Okay we seem to have the upper hand guy's, if we. . .get behind enemy lines and attack in 2 direction's this battle can be won. " Alan said as he began to rub his chin from over his helmet.

Requiem watched as the squad ran behind the enemy and stood thier place, Requiem grabebd a grenade and lobbed it infront of the army as he winced. They moved in succession passed the grenade and a small section of the group turned around and than stamped toward the squad.

" Bad, Bad idea. . ."

Requiem ducked as the troop fired, Requiem reloaded his weapon's in hast and threw his throwing knifes, they hit individual people and they fell in a crumpled heap. The squad watched as 3 large SPMA's walked onto the field and began to fire into the advancing army.

" New objective. . .get those things down " The squad nodded and than ran towards their new objective's given by Lucky.

They fired down at the SPMA's in a plight to get them down but they didn't have the equipment or the force to take them down, but they were going to come up with something.

Jori stood over Jeg and stared down at the trooper as the bigger man checked the vitals of the downed trooper and pronounced him dead. All he could feel was this strange, cold feeling in his gut. He didn’t like it.

This is getting dangerous. Before today, all I have faced was assorted versions of simple foot soldiers, whether they be harmless as an untrained band of bandits or as harmful as a trained force of mercenaries, they were still foot soldiers. But this is way out of my league. Most of my squad mates have faced this kind of danger before and just spat in its face, but I have never even faced something that was unknown to me. I think for the first time in my life… I’m scared. Scared for my life, scared for my friend’s lives, scared for the VE itself.

He frowned and stepped back as Jeg stood up and turned around. He immediately forced his face into a poker face in an effort to avoid revealing his inner turmoil.

“You ok?” Jeg asked, eyeing Jori as though he could see into Jori’s mind.

All Jori could do was nod, for fear of his voice giving away his emotions. Jeg shrugged and moved on, leaving Jori standing beside the dead trooper. He stood there for a few moments longer before turning to follow the group. A voice came over the comlink that Jori immediately recognized as Angel’s distinctive voice.

“Jori, take up the rear. We need somebody watching our backs.”

Jori clicked an affirmative and moved into position behind the troopers in the back row. He looked over his shoulder at the road behind him and noticed a slight motion in the corner of his vision. He frowned and switched his gaze there and let it rest there. After seeing no motion again, he turned back around and continued marching.

It’s quiet out here. Too quiet. It’s… eerie. The only thing I can here is the rustle of the wind, the pounding of our footsteps on the duracrete beneath us, the whistling of…

His eyes widening at the familiar sound of a vibroblade cutting through the air, he yelled out a warning. Swiveling on his foot, he brought up his submachine gun and aimed it towards where the noise had come from. Too late did he realize that he hadn’t moved enough to avoid the deadly blade. The blade, which must have been sharpened nearly to the point of breaking, flew straight into his shoulder, the momentum of the heavy hilt on the end of the blade driving it in deep and breaking it off as Jori fell backwards. Unfortunately for Jori, the blade had not only penetrated the chest plate in front, but had continued on and stuck in the back shoulder plate, plowing straight through his shoulder joint. Fortunately for Jori, the momentum of the knife not only inflicted a lot of damage, but also did some good as well, for it drove him back enough where he was able to avoid the second vibroblade that followed just seconds after the first. As Jori was falling, he actually saw the knife pass overhead, but it flew out of site and he heard a grunt followed by a thud. Immediately after both impacts, fire began raining down on the position of the being that had thrown the vibroblades, forcing it to run for cover and allowing the injured the be pulled to safety before another vibroblade was thrown.

Why isn’t my arm hurting? I just got hit by an almost foot long vibroblade, but my arm nor my shoulder are even tingling. In fact… both are numb… That can’t be good.

Immediately, a few Jester members crowded around Jori and half carried, half dragged to the front of the group. He wasn’t able to see their faces because his vision was locked on the rapidly retreating gray monster. He looked up and saw Angel standing over him and looking as if he was yelling at Jori.

That can’t be right. Why is yelling at me? I didn’t do anything but get nearly killed.

It was then that Jori realized his hearing was gone. At first he thought that his ears had gotten injured during the attack, but then it started returning and he heard Bright’s voice saying something about shock.

That’s it! I’m in shock. That explains the temporary hearing loss and why Angel was yelling at me.

He grinned and said something, he didn’t know what, and saw a relieved look on Angel’s face. Shaking off the grips of the other Jester members, he climbed shakily to his feet and noticed some resistance in his right arm. Looking down at it, he almost fainted. There was a three-inch gash right through the middle of his shoulder and it was gushing blood like a waterfall. Immediately, he was surrounded by a few people who were obviously medics. They quickly removed the plates around his shoulder, removed the blade, and bandaged up his arm as best as they could, though the blood was still dribbling through the sides of the bandage, which was quickly turning red and becoming soggy. Setting the blade aside, they put more and more bandages on his arm, each thoroughly soaked in bacta. Soon, the feeling come back in arm, though he wished it didn’t because it felt like it was on fire. Clutching it, he bite down hard on his tongue, enough to draw blood, which trickled down his lip. He closed his eyes and rolled over on the opposite side from the injured arm.

“Get him some anesthesia for that arm. Hurry!” a nearby medic said.

Jori whimpered for a little bit before the morphine took effect. Quieting down, Jori opened his eyes and sat up, still holding his limp arm. He saw a trooper beside him with a vibroblade lying between them. The trooper was on his side and Jori could see where the vibroblade had entered the side of his neck. His neck armor was removed so Jori assumed that the vibroblade had stuck in the armor, causing more damage than it would have had there been no amor. Sighing, he reached over and grabbed the vibroblade, watching it thoughtfully.

This might be worth keeping. That trooper sure isn’t going to need it for a while. Hmm… this is very nice. It isn’t broken like the one that injured me so I can actually use it.

He slipped it through a sheath that he always had because, on occasion, he carried a knife with him. Grunting as he clambered to his feet, he looked around for his squad. He spotted them huddled around on the far side of the group. He walked over to them, cringing slightly as his arm twinged.

“…We have to take out this alien somehow or more troopers are going to end up getting injured or even killed. Any ideas on how we can go about this? I’m all ears.” Angel was saying as Jori approached.

“I do. We surround it. Simple, but definitely not going to be easy. Once we surround it, we can slowly close the circle and pin it down somewhere. Even though it will probably fight harder once its pinned, we can toss a couple grenades and thermal dets at it.” Jori said, stopping besides Aeos, who nodded at him. He returned the gesture and looked out at the group.

"You are one tough son-of-a-bitch," Gates remarked, clapping the good shoulder of the stormtrooper who had come up with the idea. "Just my style. Crazy."

He put enough humour in his voice to keep his tone friendly, and not condescending. The quick meeting was interrupted by Tanus.

"How the hell are we going to find them? We want the slicer alive, but the aliens can die. How are we even going to corner them if we have no clue where they are."

"Can't anyone track them? We've made 'em all bleed, haven't we? Just follow the blood," interjected one of the Jesters, watching the area, his weapon and helmet tracking this way and that.

Gates turned to the Army Troopers. "Any of you scouts? Trackers? Navy SpecOps Commandos?"

One of the Army Troopers raised his hand

"Name and rank?" asked Gates to the Army soldier.

"Lance Corporal Jenkins, sir," the man drawled, a thick accent.

"Excellent, Jenkins, I'll buy you a beer if I live through this."

"So the plan's we'll hunt 'em down, surround 'em, and kill all those damn aliens?"

"Yeah, basically," Gates replied. "and Tank, stop tallying up the men with vibroblade, broken neck, and pools of blood injuries."

"Yessir."

The Stormtroopers, exhausted as they were, stood from squatting or leaning positions. LCP Jenkins leaned over, inspected a few drops of blood. "This way."

They stood, banishing their tiredness for a few more minutes. Gates resolved to figure what the hell these things were, so that he could kill one at his leisure later.

Every few dozen feet, they would come across a few more drops of blood. Gates slid his sniper  rifle off of his back, and replaced it with his A-280. If one of those things came close, his squadmates could take it out; if not, then he had a long-range threat.

"Sir, the blood trail ends here," Jenkins pointed to a last lingering drop. "But it looks like these doors have been forced open, and there's a couple more dead cops."

The stormtroopers stood in front of a building, a tall, stand-alone thing, with at least twenty feet between it and all of its neighbors, and about 10 stories tall.

"What a shit-tacular place to hide," Gates remarked. "Damned if I care how stupid they are, though."

Tanus leaned over to the scout - "Sure this is the right building?"

"Yessir."

"Maybe it just got patched up," one of the soldiers interjected.

"Yeah, that's gotta be it. Let's move out."

Zeshaun walked around the building nervously, afraid that something he did would set off the bombs that were located somewhere inside. Zeshaun looked at the directory for the turbolift and saw that building was huge, about 10 floors not including the basement and Penthouse suite on the very top. We'll be here all day Zeshaun thought cringing at the idea of searching through the building. Requiem and Zeshaun got together. They decided that Zeshaun would go to the penthouse up top and Requiem would search the basement. Zeshaun stepped into the turbolift and pressed the button for the top floor.

He waited and waited, it seemed like he was standing in the lift forever. The lift was small an made from some kind of goldish metal. When the lift started to slow he let out a sigh, he then noticed it had stopped before  he had reached the top. Zeshaun gripped  his rifle and waited for the doors to open. When they did two men were standing there, both had blasters at their sides. They didn't seem to notice that Zeshaun was there so he put his rifle down and stood at the back.

"You new?" One of the men asked.

The question caught Zeshaun off guard, he hadn't expected them to talk to him unless they were trying to kill him.

"Yeah." Zeshaun answered, unsure what they were asking.

The men grumbled about how their forces were being destroyed in the outskirts, and how they wanted to be out there instead of here guarding the building. They must be mercenaries, they haven't noticed my storm trooper armor yet, they must be idots. Zeshaun thought almost feeling ba, he pulled his knife and quickly slit their throats. The lift stopped and the doors opened. Zeshaun quickly stepped out hiding behind a bush that was in the hallway.

Zeshaun could hear the voices of a couple men talking and laughing. Zeshaun snuck around the hallway and saw a group of men playing cards and possibly drinking. Looks like I'm going to have to crash their party. Zeshaun thought making sure his rifle had full ammo. He popped through the door and quickly shot down two of the men. The others took some time to react and before they could get off a shot Zeshaun had downed the other two as well. Zeshaun checked the bodies for any type of ID or security cards but found none.

"Req you there?" Zeshaun asked through his comm.

He got nothing but static Hope it's just the distance that's messing up the transmission. Zeshaun thought putting the comm away in his belt. Now let's see what's behind this door. Zeshaun thought pressing the button than quickly scurrying back to a position where he could see inside the door without being in the room. The door revealed a nice suit, a king size bed, refrigerator, showers, bathtubs, the whole spiel. Wow, this is nice. Zeshaun thought lowering his rifle.

He searched the room but found nothing. Only the usual  things that you would find in a hotel room. Zeshaun turned when he heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway, and angry voices. Oh sithspawn. Zeshaun thought grabbing his rifle and making his way toward the hall.

"...*Static* Zesh*static*found so-*static*-eed to come do*static*-ombs." Requiem's message came in chopped up little bits.

Well, at least he wasn't captured. Zeshaun thought. He ran out of the room and back into the hall only to be faced by 3 very mean looking mercenaries. Zeshaun suggested that he was new here but they didn't buy it. Zeshaun hurriedly ran back into the room and locked the door. Damn, He thought At least REq found the bombs.

Requiem stood looking around his person eying down the room's ceiling's and wall's to see 10 detonator pack's beeping simultaneously ready to explode by the touch of a button. God this just gets worse he slowly sat down in a large heap and reached to his side. he ripped off his helmet and placed it beside him, Requiem grabbed a small canteen from inside his armor and popped off the top. bottoms up Requiem slowly took a large swig and coughed slowly. So. . .I have to deactivate these huh ? Requiem slowly shook his head as he heard trampling outside his door on the 5th floor room 217. He than picked up his helmet and placed it onto his head, he reached to his side's and grabbed both of his IvP-18 S-FOX Machine Pistols and un-holstered them. Requiem was experiencing the full hit of the ale and grasped the weapon once more.

Requiem slowly pushed the door open slowly and peered out of the room keeping his head unnoticeable and turning his head in different direction's to see down the hallway's of the building. Requiem closed his eyes and than slowly shut his mouth as he somehow knew that Zeshaun had been engaged by the enemy. seems we have some company working here Requiem stepped back slowly and closed the door gently to make sure that no one heard its irritating screech. okay i have to get Zeshaun down here to see this. . . Requiem slowly looked around his person and peered at the many detonator's slowly blinking and beeping in front of him from all side's.


"...Zeshaun I found some Detonator pack's you need to come do some deactivating of these bombs." Requiem slowly shook his Comlink nestled in his palm as he heard loud static over their channel.

" Come on. . . " Requiem continued to shake it restlessly trying to get good service out of it somehow. Sithspawn. . .I'm probably going to have to get him myself

Requiem slowly shook his head and looked around his person, he smiled as he saw a small keycard with the inscription 217 on it. Requiem smiled as he walked through the door and slowly locked it in place eager to get to Zeshaun's location. He than strafed left and right wondering which way to go but came up with the simple instruction to just go up. Requiem nodded at his idea and than slowly ran down his hallway looking for a turbo lift. Left, Right ahh there Requiem smiled as he than walked up to the 2 large double door's leading into the turbo lift. Requiem slowly pressed the bottom and began to whistle as he heard  constant yelling in the distance and the loud clatter of mercenaries stay calm, stay calm Requiem watched as the mercenaries ran by him and than stopped in their group and turned around surveying him.

" Hey have you seen a man in white armor anywhere around here?  " They asked with a curious tone eager to get to him.

Requiem spoke in a different tone of voice and tried to sound older." Uh. . . no, c-check down the hall. .." Requiem became grateful as the elevator door's slid out of place and than welcomed him graciously.

" Okay bye. . . " Requiem smiled as he replied and than slowly closed the elevator door's.

Requiem heard muffled yell's and the sound's of weapons reloading. " That's one of 'em ! Take 'em all down " Requiem winced and than ducked as blaster fire than penetrated through the walls of the elevator. seems they know who we are now Requiem removed his hand's from over his head and than casually stood up ambiance music filled the cabin as he than shook his head. He swung his weapon in a swift motion and fired at the speaker above him, it hit it's mark and sparks flew from its place with a loud clatter. not right now. . . Requiem slowly looked up and surveyed the ceiling as spark's flew down and bounced off his armor. He winced as he saw the door's fly open and mercenaries looked in his direction slowly.

" Heh heh. . . uh, going up ? "Requiem started to hammer on the 7th floor bottom with speed and sighed as it closed. this is going to be a long day.

Zeshaun quickly loaded the shotgun attachment as the sound of bullets against the door increased, he saw that the hinges were becoming looser and looser. He finally got the shotgun loaded and aimed at the door. AS the double dors burst open he pulled the trigger, sending the spray of bullets through the door. He heard the cries of 3 different men as his shot penetrated their skin. Hells yes. Zeshaun thought, reloading the shotgun and slung the rifle over his shoulder.

He walked through the halls with his pistols raised. He ran down the halls, keeping his head down so he wouldn't get hit by the bullets. Mercenaries started to pop out of rooms like little insects from their hives. Bloody Hell Zeshaun thought shooting into one of the rooms, taking out two mercenaries.

He raced toward the elevator, Only two more corners to turn Zeshaun thought stopping to catch his breath. Zeshaun reloaded both pistols and turned the corner. He let a furry of bolts spray down the hall, taking out six mercenaries. Zeshaun bolted own the hall shooting behind him to discourage any thoughts of following him. Wonder how REq's doin' He thought dodging a bolt. He can't be doing much worse than me. Zeshaun thought as a bolt caught him in the ribs.He crumpled over, the pain seemed to be pulsing throug hi body. He snapped off a shot toward the his attacker and caught him in the neck. Zeshaun let out a deep breath and hobbled down the hall, keeping hisp istol up. Never used so many power packs before he thought un holstering his reserve pistol from it's ankle holster.

Zeshaun finally made it to the elevator and punched the down button. Come on, Come on A bolt hit the elevator door right over Zeshaun's head causing him to turn and return fire down the hallway. Another shot scrapped his calf forcing Zeshaun down on to one knee. He saw the mercenary lining up a shot, and just as Zeshaun thought he was going to die the mercenary crumpled to the ground. Zeshaun turned and saw Requiem standing inside the elevator, with his gun raised.

"Looks like I showed up just in time." Requiem said looking at dead bodies in the hall.

Zeshaun just dragged himself into the elevator, on top of the bodies of two mercenaries. Zeshaun rested his back against the wall and he took out a couple of bacta patches and slapped them on. Requiem explained that he had found a bunch of bombs and they were going to have to work fast if they wanted them all deactivated. Here comes the fun part. Zeshaun thought, sarcastically, foreseeing long hours spent disarming bombs in his near future.

The elevator stopped at the ground floor and Zeshaun's wounds felt much better, thanks to the bacta patches. He followed Requiem down to the basement and gaped in horror at the site that was before his eyes. The room was full of bombs, all waiting to go off. This is going to be hell. Zeshaun thought sitting down in front of one of the bombs starting the procedure to deactivate it.

The long-range team, Gates, Jegora from Jester, and a couple of the troopers, sprinted towards the alien, firing on the run.

It was hemmed in by fire from the main group, and the injured soldier - Jori - was crawling away like mad, firing his pistol one-handed back at it, adding his fire to the rest.

Gates brought his sniper rifle up to eye level, its scope bouncing madly as he ran. He squeezed off a shot. It missed, but the alien flinched into a different bolt, but only just. A slight burn was the only sign, and that was hard to see with the alien flailing around.

And yet, almost no fire was actually hitting the thing, and it was edging towards a nearby alley, where it would escape, starting the whole cat-and-mouse thing over again.

Garryll was tired, and that pissed him off. He redoubled his fire, his shots coming closer and closer to the mark as the alien, likely fatigued by its half-dozen ambushes, slowed almost imperceptably.

It was slow to dodge, and suffered a blown apart elbow; its right lower arm hung weakly by it, holding on by only a few tendons and bleeding heavily.

At the injury, it redoubled its efforts, throwing blood everywhere, while merciless soldiers kept firing...and shooting...and shooting.

It managed to dodge a heavy dash of fire, when a trio of stormtroopers dropped clips to reload. It dove down the alleyway in the bare split second of lighter fire, taking another hit across its flank.

"No! Dammit!" Gates yelled, dropping the scope from his eye to a running position, then sprinting towards the alley way.

He and the tall Jester, each tall, imposing figures in the dress of stormtroopers, turned around the corner. They sighted down their firearms, spotting a limping, but still quickly-moving creature, dashing down the alley.

They sighted; fired a dozen times.

And still, the creature would not go down, even after taking another couple hits. It kept stumbling away. The rest of the soldiers roared around the corner, sprinting after the injured alien, a second wind brought around by the hunt and a dose of adrenaline.

Requiem continued to snap the wire's of bomb's scattered around his body. His body slowly rocked forward and than slowly slid back into the place from the slight turbulence of the mines he placed outside the room door don't have that much time Requiem tried to speed up his reflexes to a certain extent eager to get out of the large heap of metal he was residing in but he knew if he went to fast that the bomb in his hand's would explode and so would the other bomb's through chain. wait. . .a chain! He than slowly started to rub his chin and snap his finger's with speed as he got up. Requiem slowly began to pace as he forgot his idea and began to try to get it back in haste.


A chain. . .if I'm right than one of these bomb's is the one selected to detonate first as a back up plan if the others don't at the right time' Requiem nodded as he than slowly walked around the room looking at the bomb's littered against the floor and the wall's looking for a design that was slightly different than the rest of the explosive's littered across the room. Requiem slowly stopped and raised his foot from a tarnished mass of metal under his foot. He than jumped back with speed as he noticed that the bomb was smaller than the others. Requiem made a sign of relief and than picked it up in his hand. He than looked over its body to see a small silver arrow in its corner.

" Zesh. . .Zesh! " Requiem yelled into the ComLink slowly eager to get an answer.

" What ? I got 8 left " Zeshaun said in haste slowly, Requiem could hear the constant snapping of wires in the background.

" I have an idea. . . "Requiem said slowly as he than began to pace continuously examining the small explosive in his hand's

" what is it ? " Zeshaun said curiously as he than rested the bomb to the floor.

" Okay can you find me an explosive down there with a silver arrow on the . . .Top. . .left corner. " Requiem said as he tried to search for the small unusual design once more.

" I got it right here. " Zeshaun said as he than threw it up into the air and than caught it again.

" Deactivate that now, that sole explosive is the chain starter for the rest if we get this done than we can just dispose of the rest somewhere. "

Requiem heard a slight grunt and an ominous beeping ensue, it slowly stopped as Zeshaun replied back into the Comlink that the other explosive's stopped beeping. Requiem smiled as his hunch was right and than slowly sat down eager to get the rest of the bomb's deactivated and ready for transport. Requiem slowly reached to his side and grabbed his fusion cutter from his repair kit. Requiem slowly activated it and removed the small cap from its top. Requiem grabbed a small pair of pliers and pried off the first wire in the large explosive as the beeping in the room stopped. Requiem laughed as he walked out of the room and grabbed a small bag. He than slowly grabebd the rest of the bomb's and placed them inside. could be useful Requiem slowly walked to the window and opened it up and was welcomed by fresh air.

He slowly grabbed the chain explosive and threw it into the air. It than landed in a heap down the rest of the flight's of step's and he smiled. Requiem turned around and exited the large room, he than placed a small bomb on the back of the door slowly to explode if anyone activated the room with a keycard. Requiems stepped out of the large room and walked down the step's towards the Turbo Lift.


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Requiem walked out of the large turbo lift and walking into the large golden lobby that surrounded him. Requiem watched as Zeshaun rounded a corner and ran up to greet him slowly. Requiem smiled as he than slowly lifted the bag on his shoulder with more pressure and walked towards the large door's of the building.

" What's in the bag ? "Zeshaun asked slowly eying it cautiously.

" Bombs " Requiem said casually and turned around to Zeshaun. Zeshuan shrugged and continued to step down the path leading away from the building.

Requiem slowly stopped as he heard a a large explosion and the falling of glass escape from floor 5 room 217. Requiem slowly shook his head knowing it was a good reason he got out quick enough or he would of been killed. Requiem watched as Zeshuan casually yelled over to him slowly, he turned around to see Alan and Lucky chatting to Zeshaun telling him obviously of their finishing of their deactivating.

Orobos sidled around the corner after the group of stormtroopers and started to run after the alien. He fired from the hip as he ran down the alleyway after the creature they had been fighting for so long. The squads stopped up ahead and stacked up around a doorway in the side of a building, weapons raised they waited. Orobos caught up and raised his rifle.

"What are we waiting for?"

"Once second,"

There was a small clink and then and rough heavy sound of a grenade being rolled along the ground. A explosion followed by a rippled tearing sound as fragments layered the room was their signal as the team of stormtroopers rushed into the building weapons raised.

"Eh, don't people live here?"

"Heard they were evacuated"

"You sure about that?"

A muffled yell caught their attention as one of the strmtroopers was dragged down. The shadow belonging to the alien flew across the room and through a doorway. Laser scattered along the wall after it lighting up the darkened room.

"It's gone upstairs, MOVE!"

The team moved quickly taking the stairs to spot the creature crouched in the window. A shot hit it's shoulder and it fell forward down. Running forward the squad excitedly jostled each other to see the dead alien. There was no sign of it on the ground below them.

"Where the hell is it?"

Something was bugging Angel. He couldn't put his finger on it. Couldn't explain it away. Couldn't ignore it. As the two squads warily approached the building one of the remaining beasts had taken cover in, he quickly replayed the last few conflicts in his mind. From what he could tell, the creatures all basically looked the same, apart from the obvious gender differences and what those entailed. Their garb differed, however, from what Angel could only assume was a caste or warrior class system.

Then he figured out what was plaguing his thought.

Where the Sith is Frozt?

"Jester squad, on me!" Angel commanded over the squad's comlink channel. Without waiting for his squad to form up, Angel took off running back towards the original direction they had been going. Sam and Gio, having been near Angel, were the first to catch up, and he could sense their confused looks hidden behind visors.

"We've only been pursuing one Noghri." Angel wheezed in between breaths. His lungs burned and his legs were gelatinous from the exertion of the day. "It was a goddamned decoy."

Aeos and Jager managed to pick up their pace enough to rejoin Angel's group as they turned another corner towards the spaceport. Glancing over his shoulder as he turned, he caught sight of Jegora, the big man lumbering behind trying like mad to catch his comrades.

"We left Wicket with Jori." Aeos said, her voice coming evenly despite her obvious exhaustion. Her long, graceful strides made the running easier than Angel's own formless steps. "Should we really have left Blackjack back there?"

"No time." Angel exclaimed quickly. The only thing that kept his legs pumping was sheer willpower, and the only thing keeping his willpower going was rage. He couldn't believe he had let himself get fooled by these monsters. He should have known that someone like Frozt would be arrogant enough to leave one behind to save his own ass. He had underestimated his enemy twice today. It would not happen again.

The sights and sounds of the city had all disappeared, and only the haphazard clanking of stormtrooper boots echoing off the buildings gave any sense of occupation. The explosions elsewhere had died off, giving Angel hope that the other squads had completed their objectives. No sooner had he finished this thought, when a new sound cut through the monotonous pounding of feet.

"Slow down you greasy beast!"

Holding up one clenched fist, Jester skidded to a halt at a street corner, and Angel peered around the side of the nearby building.

"Your little friends have probably dealt with them by now, we don't have to run this damn much!"

The last remaining alien was jogging down the street, hopping from cover to cover, almost dragging his atachee behind him. The grey-skinned creature paused as he reached a dumpster, and stopped to sniff the air. His eyes darted back towards the street corner and he emitted a low guttural growl.

Angel ducked back behind the corner, knowing he'd been spotted. He quickly called up a city map on the datapad in his belt pouch. The street they were on ran 300 more meters, then took two quick lefts before reaching a wide thoroughfare which ran straight to the starport. The alien seemed to be keeping to the main streets, not having the familiarity with the planet that the Jester troops did. Angel quickly hashed out a plan, knowing this was their shot to end the conflict.

Peering back around the corner, he caught a fleeting glimpse of their adversary dragging Frozt as quickly as it could around the first corner. It had given up all pretenses of cover, sacrificing defense for speed as it knew it was being tracked.

"Move move move." Angel said over the com. "Jager, you and Aeos are with me, we're cutting through the alley. Sam, Gio, Jegora and Bright, you follow them." He barked out his orders as he was moving, and Jester split into its teams seamlessly once again. A brief smile flashed across Angel's face, although none of his troopers could see it behind the helmet. He made a mental note to get his squad a vacation very soon.

His trio darted through the alley which would take them directly  to the thoroughfare, avoiding the 600 extra meters or so of running the alien and Frozt would have to do. Garbage dumpsters,  stray animals, and the occasional drunken or spiced up bum proved no deterrence for the stormtroopers and they leapt over, around, or just ran through them. The end of the alley was quickly approaching, only a few dozen meters left when suddenly both Aeos and Jager went down behind him with a scream.

Angel whirled with surprise, only to stumble backwards over a cardboard box as he stared face to face with one of the aliens. It was perched on Jager's back, both arms clenched around his neck. It took Angel a second to realize, and another one to rationalize, that this was the same one they thought they killed in the warehouse.

"Ssstop or this one diesss." The female hissed at him. Releasing one of its arms from the deathgrip on Jager, it drew a long, ceremonial looking blade from the sheath on its back. From the corner of his eye, Angel spotted Aeos slumped against the alley wall, not moving.

Angel cursed inwardly, knowing that Frozt and the other creature would be passing the alleyway momentarily. He needed to act now,. He needed a miracle. With Aeos out c...

A primal scream shook Angel out of his frozen state. Aeos, with almost cat-like stealth, had gotten to her feet and pounced on the female. They tumbled to the ground in a heap, and Jager rolled off his stomach and onto his knees. "Go boss, we've got this little bitch!" He shouted before entering the fray with Aeos.

Nodding, Angel twirled and sprinted the final twenty meters out of the alley. Drawing his IR-5 blasters, he crashed through a chain link gate blocking the end of the alley from the street, and skidded to a halt not ten meters in front of Frozt.

The alien and his cargo stopped on a dime. The look on Frozt's face turned from anger to fear as he stared down the barrels of Angel's weapons. Peering over the alien's shoulders, Angel spotted the rest of Jester bearing down on their position.

"Surrender." Angel barked through his armor's external speaker. "You've got nowhere left to run, and you need not die here today."

The alien hissed at Angel, throwing every bit of defiance it had left into it. He could tell that the grey-skinned beast knew it was caught, but his resolve to keep fighting was clear.

Angel couldn't help but be in awe of them.

"Ja'k Frozt." Angel said evenly, "In the name of the Vast Empire, I place you under arrest."

"DO SOMETHING!" The slicer screamed at his alien protector.

Silence was the answer he received as the alien breathed heavily through its nostrils, contemplating. Self preservation was every sentient beings highest priority, no matter the training or brainwashing it received. Angel knew the warrior didn't want to die here. But he also knew that its honor was tied to his duty which much to its dismay, was the cowering, whimpering, Frozt. It knew that if he turned over his charge and surrendered, death awaited him. The dishonor of failing his mission without spilling the blood of his enemies would stain his bloodline forever.

The alien's eyes flicked back and forth as it surveyed the rest of Jester who had moments ago arrived and leveled their weapons at it. Giving one final hiss, the beast let go of Frozt's collar and tossed him to the duracrete.

"You cansss have him, but I will not sssurender."

With incredulous speed, the alien leapt at Angel, closing the ten meter gap almost instantaneously. Shock almost got Angel killed as he barely avoided a similar ornate blade the female Aeos and Jager were fighting held. He fell backwards to the ground, immediately rolling to his right as the blade sparked against the ground he had just been occupying.

"Gio, Sam! Get Frozt out of here!" Angel managed to shout. The Noghri pressed the advantage it held on Angel, throwing quick and accurate gashes at the stormtrooper, not letting him get to his feet. "Jeg, go help Aeos!"

Avoiding another swipe by the narrowest of margins, Angel took a  clawed foot to the face. His helmet popped off and the metallic twang of blood filled his mouth, accompanied by the sickening crunch of a broken nose. Fighting through the momentary daze, Angel rolled over his shoulder and managed to finally get his feet.

The alien paused it's assault and snarled. "Fight me with honor," it challenged Angel.

The Jester Squad leader saw out of the corner of his eye that Gio and Sam were now dragging Frozt away, while the sounds of the brawl in the alley continued. Focusing back on his own task at hand, Angel drew his vibroblade from its sheath on his hip. Using his free hand, he unclipped the breastplate of his armor. The piece clattered as it hit the ground, followed shortly by the arm pieces.

Stretching his arms and back with newfound freedom, Angel focused his mind and flashed a feral smile at the alien. "As you wish."

The rest of the squad being occupied with other tasks gave Angel the freedom to use a bit more of his talents. He knew that the only chance he stood was to stay on the offensive, with the sheer speed advantage his opponent held would be the death of him if he got put on the defensive. Using a reverse grip on the vibroblade, it's business edge running along the length of his forearm, Angel darted for his adversary. Utilizing the unique grip, he was able to throw out a multitude of slashes, using sweeping strikes and his bodies momentum to keep the up the assault. The enemy however, was up to the challenge. Parrying or dodging every strike Angel threw.

A quick strike on a diagonal was followed by a roundhouse kick aimed for the alien's stomach. Planting its feet, it let the blade travel mere millimeters from its face, and grabbed Angel's foot as it struck. Twirling nimbly on one foot, it swept the sergeant's leg and sent him crashing to the ground.

Rolling with the momentum Angel put his hands over his shoulders and handsprung back to his feet, pausing only an instant before resuming his assault. They two traded blow after blow, few hitting their mark, even fewer causing enough damage to slow either combatant. Abruptly, the creature changed tactics and countered another horizontal slash by driving it's bony head into Angel's chest. The big man fell backwards, but managed to bring his knees to his chest and use the force of impacting the ground to vault the alien over his head.

It landed in a three point stance, skidding a few meters across the duracrete to a halt. Angel and the alien both paused momentarily, each breathing heavily and bleeding from a dozen cuts across their bodies.

"Now itsss my turn." It hissed. The creature leapt back towards Angel, bouncing across the ground and moving in unpredictable patterns. Angel swiped time and again, but hit only air. The alien expertly slashed at him, opening cuts on his left arm, leg, and chest. The alien acrobatics forced Angel to retreat, and he knew he was screwed. He was completely defensive, in the sense that he couldn't attack, but none of his maneuvers could stop the relentless assault on him. Three more gashes appear across his back and the sergeant dropped to his knees, howling in pain.

Sensing impending victory, the vicious creature backed off its attack, backflipping neatly in front of the injured Jester.

"Yousss are a worhty opponentsss." The creature forced out in between heavy breaths. "It isss an honor."

Angel merely glared back. He didn't care about the honor of the fight. He didn't care about the amount of blood he was losing. He only cared about what this thing had done. The dozens...possibly hundreds of innocent civilians it had killed during it little visit to Tadath. Rage filled Angel's veins like a fiery liquor, stinging every cell of his body. His mind had devolved into a burning cloud of darkness, with only one thought pervading his entire consciousness.

Kill

Letting out a primal scream Angel charged once again. Blood poured freely from a gash across his chest, staining the ground as he moved. As he closed the gap, he switched grips on the blade, and rather than swipe at his opponent, he reached back and threw the knife at the alien. It soared towards it's target, who waited for the last instant to avoid the weapon...only to dodge straight into Angel's fist.

The sickening sound of bones snapping filled the streets as three of Angel's fingers broke. The alien's head spun with the sheer force of the blow. Dazed, it couldn't fend off the mindless fury with which Angel attacked. Fist after fist struck home on the creature's head, chest, and abdomen. A booted foot caught it in the back of the head spilling it onto the concrete.  Pressing the attack, Angel pounced on the back of his opponent and grabbed the back of it's head. He slammed it into the ground again and again, losing count after the first few. Skull cracked, and blood spattered up, splashing across the sergeant's face. The alien's body went limp, but the bloodrage Angel was in didn't register that fact. He just kept pounding and pounding until he was almost smacking bare fist into the concrete.

Strong arms gripped him by the shoulders and lifted him off the back of the dead and now almost headless alien body. Not recognizing his squadmates in his frenzy, he struggled against them. Shouts rang in his ears, yet sounded miles away as if echoing from far off places.

As his strength ebbed and his racing heart forced more and more blood from his body, Angel's resistance faded. The edges of his vision were tinted with darkness, and the cold, unfeeling hand of unconsciousness tore him from reality.

Zeshaun jumped, everytime the E-web hit the speeder he thought it would explode. we're stuck now... Zeshaun thought. Lucky motioned for everyone to go back to the alley way before the speeder blew up. When they were safe behind the building again they started talking. People started to give ideas but Nick's was the best. They would circle around the long way and use grapples to climb to the roof of the hangar, from their they could drop in and take the E-web out from the inside.

They circled around the hangar using back alley ways and smaller streets so that the mercenaries might not notice their movement. In 10 minutes they had reached the back wall of the hangar. Other than the row of windows it was virtually blank. Lucky took the lead and shot her grappling hook up to the roof, it caught and she started to climb up. Zeshaun took out his hook and it took him a few tries to get it hooked on something but it finally did and he started climbing as well.

They regrouped on the roof, the squad decided that it was best to sneak in, rather than drop in through the roof. Alan found a door that lead to what seemed like a control tower. The crept through the door, trying to make as little noise as possible. As they snuck by the windows of the control room Zeshaun could see the mercenaries trying to fix up a shuttle so they could escape.

If we don't stop that, all the fighting and blood shed would have been for nothing. Zeshaun thought fingering the trigger to his rifle tenderly. Lucky stopped them all before they entered the hangar.

"Requiem, Nick and I will go try to take out the E-web." Lucky whispered. "Zeshaun, Nova, and Alan will keep the other mercenaries busy, we'll try to join you after we take care of the E-web."

They nodded, Zeshaun was eager to finish the job and go back to the safe feeling he always felt when he was on base. Zeshaun followed Alan, sneaking around behind huge crates and boxes. The mercenaries seemed to be talking and they hadn't noticed either Lucky or Alan's groups walking around.

Alan motioned for everyone to fan out and, line up a shot. There were only 6 mercenaries inside the building, working on the shuttle. By the sound of things, they were fairly close to making the shuttle flyable. Alan's voice broke the silence.

"Fire." Alan's voice was flat and emotionless.

Zeshaun pulled the trigger and took out a mercenary, leaving a clean hole through his neck. Zeshaun looked for another target but they seemed to be hiding. Zeshaun slowly stood up to see if he could spot one. A bolt nearly hit his shoulder and he ducked down immediately. Well, here we go again. Zeshaun's hopes that the fight would be quick and easy went down the drain.

The sound of blasters and the rattling of the E-web could be heard, I hope they're alright. Zeshaun thought peeking out from around a corner. He saw the leg of one of the mercenaries sticking out from behind the shuttle. Zeshaun carefully aimed and fired a shot. The man grabbed his leg and fell out from his cover, eyes exploding with pain. The man still had a gun in his hand and immediately started shooting at Zeshaun before he could put in a finishing shot.

Zeshaun waited until the man's blaster ran out of power and he whipped around and killed the man with one quick shot to the chest. Zeshaun hadn't noticed he was holding his breath and he let it out Weird. Zeshaun thought, breathing normally again.

By the sound of it Alan and Novacaine had also finished off their share of targets. Zeshaun stood to get the attention of both of them but saw the hangar door open and he ducked back down when he saw a couple more men enter the hangar.

"Alan." Zeshaun said, warningly.

"Yeah I see them." Alan said, in an annoyed voice. "Let's finish this."