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Angel
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  Jester Squad, PI
January 9, 2009 6:29:43 PM    View the profile of Angel 
The room stood cold and dark, save for a small blinking light on the holonet receiver. The pale blue flashes briefly illuminated mountains of abandoned paperwork strewn across a plain wooden desk. Certain files were left open, having been tossed aside at a moments notice. A cup of cold stim-caf sat next to one such file, its porcelain surface reflecting the azure beams of light striking its surface.

All together, the room almost appeared ethereal to Angel as he stood silent in the doorway. Ghostly apparitions moved in his mind's eye. Specters acting out of past briefings, conversations and the occasional "closed door" staff meetings between himself and Kami.  A flick of the light switch dispelled the illusions, the bright lights cleansing the morosity from Angel's mind.

A deep sigh pierced the silent veil of what was once Kami's - and now his - office. It had been less than a week since the assault on Tadath and the subsequent fallout. Martial law was declared for several days after, as citizens started rioting because of the failure of the Army to protect its own home world. Luckily, Angel, and likewise the rest of Jester, were able to be left out of riot duty; himself due to being in a bacta tank for the better part of the last week healing the wounds incurred during their mission.

The new Platoon Commander approached the leather backed chair left pressed against the back wall of the room. Swiveling it, he rolled the chair behind himself and plopped down heavily. The spring-compressed support retracted under his weight, and he bobbed gently up and down a few times before finally settling in. Pulling himself up to the desk he gathered the loose files, slipping pages back into their appropriate folder. Looking at the piles of paperwork Kami had left undone, Angel let out another sigh.

The fatigue of the past few weeks seemed to come crashing down on him all at once as he sat in the relatively comfortable chair. Slapping himself gently he stared longingly at the ancient cup of stim-caf and wondered to himself where the hell his assistant was. No sooner had he picked up the first batch of work to be done, when a sharp knock came at his door.

"Come." Angel said in a fatigued voice.

The door slid open with it's distinctive whoosh, and Angel bolted upright and to attention as Surface Marshal Cosmic and Lieutenant General Rizzit walked into the room. He snapped his superior officers a crisp salute, perfected in the many years he had been serving in the Army.

"At ease Sergeant." Rizzit said with the faintest tug of a smile pulling at his lips. He returned the salute, as did Cosmic, who was also fighting back a smirk.

"Always one for formality." The Prefect added. "As you were."

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Angel asked as he sat back down in his chair.

Cosmic and Rizzit sat in the plush seats on the opposing side of the desk from Angel. They exchanged a quick glance, trying to determine who would speak first. Listening intently, Angel perked an eyebrow at the pair, wondering when they'd answer.

"We're sending Jester back out." Rizzit finally said. "Now that we have our planet back in relative order, Cosmic is preparing to rescind martial law."

"But with the military tied up in restoring order on Tadath, we still have no idea who was behind the attacks in the first place." Cosmic finished.

"I thought Frozt was the mastermind?" Angel replied evenly.

"We originally thought so. But there's no way he could have hired all those mercenaries, and it's even less credible the two VSDs that jumped the Dominion over Anteevy were under his control." Cosmic said, passing a datapad to Angel. "Those aliens you battled were identified as Noghri. Lord Vader pressed them into service as his assassins, but their loyalties now are unknown."

A small chill ran up Angel's spine as he read the dossier on the Noghri. Never before had he faced such fierce and skilled warriors. Their combination of strength, stealth, agility, and combat prowess were second to none. The thought of coming up against an entire force of these things...

"Long story short," Rizzit said, snapping Angel's attention back to the present. "We suspect something a lot bigger is going on."

Now it was Cosmic's turn to speak. “We’re going to take this opportunity to develop Jester into a new specialization. We need a unit that can investigate occurrences such as this. Your job will be to try and figure out who ran Frozt's operation. Your methods are at your own discretion, but we recommend splitting up your squad and investigating both here and Frozt's base on Anteevy."

"We left a small detachment of regulars at Anteevy before the Dominion jumped back to Tadath, and they've reported that the base is secured and there is no activity." Rizzit added, shifting in the seat enough to make trapped air squeeze out in a loud farting sound.

Cosmic turned to look at his XO, an inquisitive look on his face. "It was the chair!" Rizzit exclaimed, looking as innocent as possible.

Shaking his head, Angel leaned forward to rest his elbows on the desk. Something wasn't making sense. "This seems like a lot of effort. Can't we just beat it out of Frozt? I have my ways of making people talk."

Cosmic and Rizzit both exchanged confused looks, before looking at Angel questioningly. "Hasn't anyone told you?"

"Told me what?" Angel asked, genuinely disturbed by the intrigue. "I've been in and out of med-bay for the past week."

"Frozt is dead." Rizzit replied sullenly.

"WHAT!?" Angel yelped, leaping to his feet. He started pacing back and forth behind the desk, incredulous at the news. "After all the crap we went through to catch him? He was safely being taken away by Gio and Sam..."

"He was killed while being transferred to Army Command." Cosmic replied, fixing Angel in an icy gaze. "Your former ASL executed him and blew his brains all over the hallway."

Aeos...?


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OOC:
I need to speak with Aeos regarding this next section, it only applies to her personal part in this story, so don't worry about the missing segment, it will be added later.



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For the second time in as many missions, Jester had been overhauled. Three of their best had transferred to other duties, leaving big shoes to fill. As he made the relatively short trek through the Stormtrooper Corps base towards the Jester Barracks, he leafed through the personnel files his much tardy assistant had handed him as he left his office. A brand new mission spec, and I'm stuck with a greenie still in diapers.

Angel shook his head and used his free hand to gently rub his temples as he waited for the turbolift up the three floors. There was no replacing the experience of Giovanni, he just hoped he didn't get this poor kid killed on his first mission. Wicket and Sam had also concluded their brief stay with Jester, but their replacements gave Angel a ray of hope for the events yet to unfold.

First, Riqimo Pershaw, the former Phoenix Company Commander, had come out of retirement to rejoin the Corps. He had requested duty as a squad member, rather than assume his previous position, and Angel couldn't blame him. It had only been a few hours on the job and he already hated the damn paperwork. Not only would his vast experience help offset the new recruits, but the squad finally had a qualified medic. With the amount of injuries Angel himself seemed to sustain, the medic would have his hands full.

Then there was Kiption. The first squad leader of Jester, he had recently activated himself from the reserves. While Angel had not served with him personally, the man's credentials were staggering. Angel couldn't help but smile just a little, as things had turned from bleak to bright in very short order.

The turbolift quickly took him up to his destination, and he stepped off the lift quickly. He reached the Jester barracks just as he tucked the last of the paperwork away. Opening the door with a quick swipe of his hand over the security panel, Angel shook his head at the sight before his eyes.

The first thing he noticed was the loud snoring of Jager, who was without a doubt in an alcohol induced coma. Jegora was sitting alone in the corner, and Angel suspected that Aeos' plight was weighing heavily on the big man. Jori was stripping apart his rifle out of boredom, and listening to some sort of music on his headphones. Meanwhile Brightstar was reading was appeared to be a hand-to-hand combat manual. He silently wondered if it had anything to do with the beating she received from the Noghri, similar to his own yet without the dozens of deep gashes. The new recruit stood in the corner, eyes nervously glancing about as he tried to make sense of the madness in the barracks.

"Jesters! Look alive!" Angel shouted, tossing a stormtrooper helmet laying on the floor near the door at Jori.

The helmet hit him in the arm and he ripped off his headphones as he leapt to his feet. "Who the F-" He started to demand, until he saw Angel's fierce gaze boring holes in the back of his head. The trooper cleared his throat and picked the chair up from the floor with a sheepish look on his face.

"We've got new orders. Now I know you were all hoping for some leave time after our extended and exhaustive mission...But that's not going to happen." The entire room groaned at him, but Angel quickly silenced them with a wave of his hand. "We've been charged with finding who the bastard is who was in charge of this whole bloody mess we got tossed into the middle of."

"Unfortunately, we have no leads to go on at this time." Angel continued only to be interrupted by Jager.

"No thanks to Aeos..."

Angel saw the reaction immediately. Jegora was on his feet and across the room faster than humanly possible. Only Angel's quick reaction of hooking the big man's arm kept him from leaping at Jager's throat. With an instantaneous shift in momentum, he altered Jeg's path and slammed him into the wall. Anger seethed through Jegora's pores and his breathing came in quick, ragged gulps.

"Don't you dare speak ill of her you sonova..." Jegora snarled.

"EASY." Angel interjected, turning to shoot an icy glare at Jager. The corporal's face was frozen in a mixture of shock, fear, and anger. "We don't yet fully know what happened with her, so let's take it easy." The sergeant slowly released the pressure on Jegora's arm. "Cool it." He said calmly, releasing the trooper.

Jegora gave no apology as he marched back to the other side of the room. "On that note, since Aeos is otherwise...indisposed... Jegora will be taking over as ASL. Perfect timing as always eh?" Angel said, a nervous laughter piercing an oppressive air of tension hanging over the room.

"Now back to the orders. I will be sending a team back to Anteevy...hold the groans please...to pick through the rubble of the base and investigate any evidence they can find there. Two squad of Army regulars are currently stationed there, and you have complete autonomy over them. Jegora will lead that team, which will consist of Jori, Jager, and Beta." Each of the troopers nodded to Angel, although Jager now seemed nervous about being sent away with Jegora. "Your transport leaves within the hour, so get packed, and dress warm."

"I will be coordinating the team here on Tadath, which is Brightstar, and our newest squad members who seems to be held up somewhere, Riqimo and Kiption." Dropping an edge into his voice Angel wrapped up the impromptu briefing. "What we are doing is very important. Leave no stone unturned. Whoever is responsible for these attacks will be dealt with harshly and with swift justice. We can't afford to make any mistakes."

Nodding to each of his troops in turn, he added, "Let's get'er done."
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January 9, 2009 8:11:10 PM    View the profile of Jegora 
As Jegora moved from the at-ease lounge to the two-bunk room he shared– had shared –with Gio, he had to take several deep breaths in an attempt to get a hold on his emotions. Never before had he felt so out of control, so completely unpredictable. One moment he was seething with anger, the next confusion, and either one could, at any time, be replaced by a feeling of sheer emptiness that was nearly unbearable. On top of everything else he was feeling Jegora was extremely annoyed at just that: his inability to regulate his emotions.

As he sifted through his belongings, picking out things he might need, Jegora’s mind wandered from his current emotional state to his new duties as Assistant Squad Leader. He knew that leading such a distinguished team of elite infantry would be a challenge, but if there was one thing Jegora had it was confidence. He had been an officer, once, in what seemed like a different life, and even though those memories were vague and almost unreal he was confident he could draw on his prior experiences to help him do his new job effectively.

With the worries of his new position dealt with, Jegora found himself at peace for the first time in days. He had managed to push Aeos’ situation out of his mind, and was now looking ahead to the new mission. As he slipped off his casual dress uniform and pulled on a duty uniform, Jegora contemplated what would have to be done before and once they arrived at Anteevy. They had a Sentinel-class assault shuttle for transport, and Jegora had also received encoded orders on his datapad that he could give to the commanding officer of the Anteevy garrison, requesting (and in fact ordering) the Army troops stationed there to provide all possible support. Manpower wouldn’t be a problem, but Jegora honestly had no experience in investigation. He, and the three Jesters going with him, would simply have to play it by ear and hope for the best.

Dressed in a duty uniform and with a small duffel bag containing several changes of clothes, Jegora turned to his personal storage locker and quickly punched in the key code. The door popped open, and Jegora reached inside, removing a newly acquired Treppus-2 Vibroblade and his trusty M-4 pistol. The vibroblade he carried in a specialized sheathe on his left thigh, and his pistol into a snap-holster on his belt. Everything else would be loaded onto the shuttle, including the Jester’s signature black Storm Commando armor and Shadowsuits. Although he hoped they wouldn’t need them Jegora was quite happy the extra gear was coming along; he had a bad feeling about this mission already, and he hadn’t even left yet.

Twenty five minutes later Jegora poked his head into Jori’s room, which he shared with the new trooper, a lad who went by Beta, and barked out instructions to the troopers.

“Pad 9, fourth level,” he told them. “Know where that is?”

Jori nodded, but Beta shook his head. “No, sir,” he said somewhat politely. Jegora grimaced.

“Don’t sir me, I’m not an officer. Follow Jori, he’ll get ya there in one piece. Probably,” Jegora responded before moving off. He walked slowly down the hallway towards Jager’s room, not wanting to confront his fellow squad mate. Jegora had been way out of line, he knew that, but he also knew that Jager’s comments had been inexcusable. Jegora was quite sure that Aeos’ situation was not her fault, and he adamantly protested against any negative comments thrown at her. Unfortunately, Jegora didn’t have any proof to support his beliefs, and so Jager had been making cracks at Aeos for some time. True to the man’s nature, Jager hadn’t noticed the subtle and not-so-subtle signs of rage Jegora had displayed over the last few days, and the comment in the at-ease lounge had been the last straw. Jegora had snapped. He wasn’t proud of it, but it had happened, and he was sorry in the slightest.

Rapping sharply on Jager’s door, and receiving a muffled thump along with a muttered groan in response, Jegora hit the activation pad. The door slid open, and Jegora was greeted by the sight of Jager quickly stuffing some clothes into a duffel bag not much different from Jegora’s own.

Without any pretense of civility, Jegora spoke quickly and in clipped tones. “Pad nine, fourth level. Don’t be late.”

With that he turned sharply and continued on his way to the very landing pad he had mentioned, never once looking back. Jager would be there, he was quite sure, but that thought didn’t do much to cheer him up. In fact, it made things worse. Jager and Jegora really didn’t get along, and the new ASL was quite surprised that Angel had paired the two up.

Unless he did it on purpose, Jegora thought to himself as he climbed into a lift. Thirty seconds later the doors slid open, and after a quick march down the hall and a sudden right turn Jegora found himself at the appropriate landing pad, a Sentinel shuttle being fueled and stocked even as he approached. With a small sigh Jegora climbed up the ramp, stashed his things, and retreated out of the shuttle and back to the main launch deck. He settled back on his heels, leaning against a wall, and waited for his new charges to arrive.

As he waited, Jegora tried to think up a plan of action for when they arrived on Anteevy. He still had nothing, however, and so he pushed the thoughts away. He wasn’t a cop, and neither were his squaddies. They would have to do the best they could, or rely on someone already on Anteevy. There were no other options, and it was best not to worry about something you couldn’t control.

For the first time since learning he was the new ASL Jegora felt a twinge of nervousness. For all his confidence, he really didn’t want to fail on his first mission. He didn’t think Angel would be too approving, or forgiving.

Well, Jegora thought to himself, drawing a long breath, guess I’ll just have to not fail. Easy stuff.
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January 9, 2009 10:17:05 PM    View the profile of Jori 
As Angel finished the impromptu briefing, Jori rubbed his shoulder where the helmet Angel had thrown at him had connected. It was still a bit sore because it was the same shoulder that had recently gotten pierced by the vibroknife thrown by one of those blue-skinned demons they had encountered a week ago here on Tadath. He had gotten it patched up as soon as he was within sight of a decent medcenter. After it was all bandaged up, he was dismayed to find out that his right arm couldn’t move due to the fact that the knife had cut through about 97% of the muscle, tissue, and nerves, according to the medic, there, rendering his arm useless.

He stormed out, extremely angry. Looking down at his arm, he had a sudden thought.

What if I just get it amputated and get a bionic replacement put on? No. That won’t be good. My whole arm isn’t messed up, just my shoulder. Maybe I can get some kind of bionic replacement for my shoulder.

With that new revelation, Jori had made a beeline toward the nearest Holonet terminal and searched it for any info regarding to bionics. He found plenty of articles, but none relating to what he was looking for. Then, he stumbled upon it. An article all about using bionics to replace damaged body parts, such as bones, muscles, and nerve endings appeared before him. He immediately downloaded the article on the disk and rushed back to the medcenter. Pushing the disk into the face of the medic when he got there, Jori stood still and watched the medic as he reluctantly took the disk and inserted it into the terminal behind him. When the medic was finished, a small smile crept upon his face and he turned to Jori.

“I thank you for bringing this to me. This didn’t even occur to me after looking at the damage to your shoulder. I’m glad you had the brains to go looking for something like this. I think we have a surgeon droid here who might just be able to do the operation you’re thinking of. If you’re ready, we can begin the operation in a few standard hours. Will that be acceptable?” the medic said.

Jori nodded and gave a thumbs up. The medic smiled and left the room. Jori walked back to the barracks and informed the few Jesters that were there that he was going to be gone for a little while and that he didn’t know exactly when he was getting back. Walking out the barracks, he made his way over to the medcenter where the medic that had saw him before was waiting with a large droid at his side. They exchanged curt greetings and Jori was led to the operating room where he got ready for the procedure.

***Two Hours Later***

“Ah… OW!!!” Jori yelled after trying to sit up using his arms.

He had woken up a couple minutes earlier lying on a gurney. Looking around, he noted that he was in a hallway. Learning from his previous mistake, he sat up using his left arm and winced slightly. Swinging his legs over the side of the gurney, he started walking. Soon he came to the doorway he had entered a few hours before and simply walked out.

If they wanted me to check out, they would of kept me in an actual room and not some dingy hallway. Anyway, better get back to the barracks.

Slowly, he made his way to the Jester barracks, testing out his arm on the way. He didn’t notice any difference until he tried throwing a rock that he found on the pathway he was walking. Cocking his arm back to throw it, he was astounded when the force of his arm moving forward made him topple forward. Confused, he examined his arm carefully. It was then that he remembered that it was his shoulder that had caused that to happen. Somehow, the addition of the bionics had transformed that arm into something more than ordinary. He knew what had happened as soon as he realized that.

It is the shoulder that allows you to move your arm around, not your actual arm. I’m guessing its basically the same thing as when a normal person gets bionic enhancements. They may receive enhanced strength, speed, mobility, coordination, or any combination of those and more.

He looked at his shoulder and with a grin, stood up and jogged the rest of the way to the barracks. Running in, he was a bit disappointed to see everyone else standing or sitting around doing various things. He expected them to be at least doing something productive. Mentally shrugging, he went to his room to find something to do.

***More Or Less A Week Later***

Jori arrived back at the Jester barracks from a bacta session for his shoulder and made his way to his room. Walking in, he was confused for a moment when the other bed had stuff lying on it. Frowning, he backed out of it and called out to the rest of Jester.

“What happened to my room? What is this stuff on the bed?” Jori said loudly.

“Sorry, sir. It’s my stuff. I’m your new roommate.” a timid voice said, right before the owner popped out of the refresher down the hall.

“Ah. I’ve got two conditions. One, don’t you dare call me sir, and two, if you snore, be prepared to sleep either outside or in another room. You go by those conditions and I’m fine with you being my roommate…” Jori said, eyeing the new guy’s reaction, which was to nod vigorously.

“Good. And I’m fine if you’re the kind of guy that keeps a messy room cause I sure am.” Jori said.

Walking back in the room, he scrounged around for something to do, finally deciding on listening to music, something that calmed him, and dismantling a rifle, cleaning it, and then putting it back together again, which always cured his boredom. Grabbing the stuff, he shuffled back into the main room and sat down in a chair in the corner, leaning back against the wall. Cutting the music on, he started taking apart the rifle. At least he was until Angel come in and interrupted him with the thrown helmet.

"Who the F-" Jori said after the helmet hit his sore shoulder.

He stopped as soon as he realized Angel had thrown it and then he just felt like a fool so he immediately shut up. Reaching down, he picked up the fallen chair and looked away.

***A Few Minutes Later***

Jori was standing in his room packing all his stuff for the mission. He donned the shadowsuit that he was so fond of. It wasn’t the regular issue that the rest of them had to wear. He had a special shadowsuit that he had taken possession of after the previous owner, who had been a sniper trying to kill Jori and a couple other Jester members, had unfortunately been killed during Jori’s first mission with Jester. After he had gotten back from that mission, he had gotten it cleaned and fitted to him. And now, it was like a second skin to him. Nearly every mission he had worn it on the off chance that he would have to shed his armor and hide. The only reason he didn’t take it on the last mission was because it was a snow planet and black didn’t do well against a white surface. He sighed as he pulled it over the sore shoulder.

I can’t wait until that heals completely. It is a major pain and it might get in the way during battle.

He slowly put on the Storm Commando Armor, which was Jester’s official armor as of the past week. He was fully armored and was standing beside Beta, who was still getting ready, and looked around for his weapons. He had decided to start carrying some kind of melee weapon around.

Who knows when you need to fight up close and personal.

He finally decided on his regular weapon along with the FSK-1 Combat Knife and the vibroblade he had gotten after the Noghri attack on him and the other trooper during the last mission. He was slipping the two blades into their separate sheathes when Jeg poked his head into the room.

“Pad 9, fourth level,” Jeg said. “Know where that is?”

Jori nodded, but Beta didn’t.

“No, sir,” he said.

Jori thought he saw a bit of a frown pass across Jeg’s face, but he may have been mistaken.

“Don’t sir me, I’m not an officer. Follow Jori, he’ll get ya there in one piece. Probably,” Jeg said after a little bit.

Jori grinned as Jeg retreated from the doorway and walked down the hall.

“Just follow me. I know the way.” Jori said, reassuring Beta.

OOC:
Just to let you know. About half of this was a flashback. It was too much to put in italics so I just left it like it was.
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January 9, 2009 10:52:57 PM    View the profile of Beta40 
Beta was nervous about his first mission and had no idea what to bring. It was only a few days ago when he was put on Jester squad. He was laying his things over the bed and walked into the hallway when Jori, his first roommate on Jester squad walked in to the room.

“What happened to my room? What is this stuff on the bed?” Jori said loudly.

“Sorry, sir. It’s my stuff. I’m your new roommate.” Beta replied as he popped back into the room.

“Ah. I’ve got two conditions. One, don’t you dare call me sir, and two, if you snore, be prepared to sleep either outside or in another room. You go by those conditions and I’m fine with you being my roommate…” Jori said. Beta then nodded to ensure that Jori new he understood.

“Good. And I’m fine if you’re the kind of guy that keeps a messy room cause I sure am.” Jori said.

Beta returned to packing his things into his duffel bag. He put in some clothes and also some darth water and some ration packs. Beta desided that it was enough so he put on the storn commando armor that he was told to wear. He put his two recently bought blaster pistols in holsters on each side. Behind each blaster holster he put a combat knife and hoped that he didn't bring too much weapons.

Jegora entered the room and asked “Pad 9, fourth level, know where that is?”

Jori nodded as Beta shook his head and said "No, sir."

“Don’t sir me, I’m not an officer. Follow Jori, he’ll get ya there in one piece. Probably,” Jegora responded before moving off.

“Just follow me. I know the way.” Jori said. Beta grabbed his E-11 blaster rifle as he followed Jori.

Okay, I'll follow all my squad's comands and I should be fine. First mission, can't be nervous...
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January 9, 2009 11:10:24 PM    View the profile of Jager 
“Pad nine, fourth level. Don’t be late.”

Jager threw a half-arsed salute Jeg's way and went back to stuff whatever was lying around his bunk, into his pack. From what he had seen over the past weeks his platoon and squad was run by a sadist, the squads old ASL was a borderline psychopath with a hair-trigger and his new ASL was a bi-polar who also exhibited sadistic tendencies. Then of course Jager was a self-loathing, alcoholic as well as a compulsive liar and just an all around prick... so perhaps he wasn't one to judge.

What they did back in that facility was inhuman. Every time closed his eye's he could still see them all standing around as Angel set the technician alight, a vision that was accompanied by that horrible barbecue smell of flesh cooking. Jager had stopped going to the mess hall because the smell of some of the meals reminded him to much of that day. Pausing, he shuddered and took a swig out of the flask that sat on the bed. Even after all the things he's witnessed in his life, he knew that this would be one of those things that he'd never forget.

Slowly he got up and checked himself in the mirror. A slight stubbly beard had formed around the bottom of his chin and around his jaw. His hair was a mess, sort of a cross between post-sleep hair and helmet hair. But most of all he looked tired. Not the lack of sleep tired, just tired. After several minutes of staring at himself, Jager moved back to his locker and quickly threw on a new change of clothes before heading out the door.
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The base corridors were empty and quiet, apart from the sound of Jager's footsteps. Reaching into one of the packs on his belt he retrieved a crumpled packet of cigarettes. "Two left" he mumbled as he took one out and straightened it between his fingers. The general rule was no smoking in the base corridors, but he'd like to see someone stop him. As he reached for his, a hand grabbed his right wrist and pinned it into his back then almost immediately a metal object was placed to the back of his neck.

Jager stood still, the cigarette still between his lips. "You're making a mistake. Tell you what, just walk away and I'll pretend like this didn't happen"

His assailant simply shoved the metal object into the base of his neck and began pushing him forwards. Three steps was all they got before Jager jerked violently to the left. His free arm grabbed the assailants hand which was holding the object and forced it against the wall, knocking the object to the ground.

"Dammit, I almost had you this time" The assailant cursed, in a pleasantly familiar female voice.

"Execution was good, but you should of finished me when you had the chance" Jager stated, forcing his assailant chest first against the wall. "Now, promise me you'll do better next time"

"Fine, I'll just shoot you in the back next time."

With that Jager released his grip. His assailant turned around, rubbing her wrists. "Does this conclude today's lesson then, Corporal Luth"

Jager smirked, "Today, Yes... I may have to see you after school though, Private Koenig"

Jager stood staring as she bent down to pick up the small metal case that was meant to be a pistol. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen Sarah, it was some time before the squads little excursion to the VR facility, but none the less he was still happy to see her.

By the time she had gotten back up, Jager had already began walking towards the landing pad.

"So, how's life been for you?, Super-trooper" she asked, poking him in the rib which he had cracked whilst on koltor. Even with it being set and full healed up for at least a few months, it still hurt when ever he poked it.

"You know how it is, traveling the universe... meeting interesting and strange cultures, murdering them in the name of the empire. The usual sort of deal." he stated as he finally got a chance to light his cigarette.

"Cant be that bad, talk is that Jester is the place to be at the moment"

Jager shook his head slowly, "You wouldn't be saying that if you were here"

The two continued their casual stroll towards pad nine, Sarah continued to ask questions to which Jager would nod or smirk depending on which was best suited. He sort of drifted through his own thoughts, jumping from the last mission to just completely zoning out.

"Jager..." a voice stated, which he took no real notice of.

"Jager!" The same voice stated, this time following it with an elbow to the ribs.  The corporal snapped out of his thoughts and looked around, he was now standing in a lift though he was a little murky on how he got there.

"You awake in there?" Sarah asked, to which Jager simply nodded.

After several seconds of nothing she nudged him again "Well?"

"Well what?"

"What level?"

"oh.. urh, level four."

--

The lift doors opened and the two continued their walk. The conversation had gone from casual, to one sided, to no existent by the time they reached the door's to the pad.

"Are you feeling okay?" Sarah asked with a worried, yet slightly sarcastic tone.

"Fine"

The private shook her head, then tapped Jager on the forehead.
"I mean, in there... you're all quiet, its freaking me out" Jager simply shrugged, he never was the deep and meaningful type.

"Tell you what," Koenig began, "I'll call my friend in infirmary and we'll get you some psyche leave. You stay on base, we go have a few drinks and see someone in the morning. How does that sound?". The idea was very tempting, and at any other time Jager would of probably accepted.

"I'm cool, dont worry about me" Jager replied reassuringly, Staying here was not going to make anything better in fact it would probably be worse for him. He just needed to clear his head, and an assignment was just the ticket. 

She sighed, "Just... keep your head down,"

"Thank you mother, I'll be fine."

With that Jager gave her a wink, then wandered through the doors towards the waiting shuttle, and the cheerful disposition of his squads new ASL.

"Sarge" Jager called with a sarcastic smile, Jegora simply stared and scowled.
This is gonna be an experience and a half Jager muttered as he walked up the shuttles loading ramp and picked out a seat.
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January 10, 2009 4:24:16 PM    View the profile of Jegora 
During his entire time in the Vast Empire Military, nearly six years if he added it all together, Jegora had met very few people that he truly disliked. Corporal Jager Luth, however, seemed determined to add his name to that hallowed list. So far, the corporal was doing a damn fine job of pissing his new boss off.

Not that the situation was completely his fault. Jegora had to admit that he was an easily disliked person, too strict and uptight for some and too cold and distant for others. Off duty Jegora’s was usually more light-hearted, but recent events had him in a constantly foul mood. As a result his interactions with his squad had suffered at a time when they really couldn’t stand to get any worse.

There was nothing else for it, though. His three men would have to follow orders as best they could, and Jegora would have to try and keep a reign on his temper. That was the only thing they COULD do, really. As a squad they had no other options other than suck it up and get on with the mission. And that’s just what they were going to do, whether they liked it or not; Jegora would make sure of that.

Jegora was still leaning up against a wall when Jori and Beta entered the hangar. To his surprise and amusement both were fully decked out in Storm Commando armor. With a slight sigh, Jegora pushed off the wall and moved over to intercept them.

“I see you boys are ready,” the newly commissioned ASL said upon nearing the two troopers, his voice as light and humorous as he could make it.

There was a moment of silence in which Jegora could imagine Jori trying to figure out why the senior trooper wasn’t wearing his armor. After a long moment the new guy, Beta, spoke up.

“Sir?” he asked politely, obviously trying to figure out what the problem was. At the mention of the ‘S’ word Jegora’s head swung around, his eyes meeting Beta’s, which were fortunately (for the young trooper) hidden behind the black helmet and visor he wore. Still, the ferocity of Jegora’s gaze caused the newest Jester to take a step backwards, and Jegora felt a stab of satisfaction. When Jegora spoke again, all hint of amusement was gone from his voice.

“We have nearly a five hour hyperspace trip ahead of us, and you’re going to travel the whole way in your armor? In that ship?” Jegora took a moment to let his words sink in, and then spoke again, this time his voice milder. “Even if you manage to ignore the sheer discomfort caused by wearing armor for that long, you’ll be so stiff and sore that you’ll be no good to me. That I can’t allow. Understand?”

Both Jori and Beta nodded, there shoulders slumped, looking properly chastised. Jegora figured it was all an act, but he wasn’t about to push his luck, instead stepping aside and motioning the two young men onto the shuttle. He turned and followed them himself, having no one else to wait for. His group was here, and it was time to get this show on the road.

While Jori and Beta stored their gear and found seats near where Jager was sitting alone, Jegora made his way up to the cockpit, where the pilot and copilot, both Army trained, were warming up the Sentinel for launch. One glance at the dash told Jegora they were nearly ready, which relieved the squad leader considerably. The longer they waited the worse the Jesters would perform once they reached Anteevy. Well disciplined or not, a few days off or not, the Jesters were exhausted, and right now the key element was speed. Get there, get the investigation done, and get back. Any delays would only stress the already stressed troopers out further, and perhaps even ruin their effectiveness as troopers. That couldn’t be allowed to happen.

“We’re ready to go,” Jegora told the crew. The pilot nodded absently, and Jegora retreated back to the passenger’s cabin. As Jegora entered the cabin the other three Jesters, who only moments prior had been talking quietly among themselves, quickly silenced. Jegora felt a stab of regret somewhere deep in his chest, but he ignored it. They didn’t have to like him in the slightest, Jegora decided, they just had to follow his orders.

Jegora chose a seat away from the other three troopers, and almost immediately the conversation started back up. As he strapped himself in Jegora was happy to note that Jori and Beta had removed their commando armor, although both were still dressed in their black Shadowsuits. Jegora shook his head. He would have to have a talk with the two troopers later about subtlety, and how they didn’t want to attract attentions, which a completely black bodysuit that couldn’t be picked up on scanners would most certainly do.

Blinking his eyes tiredly, Jegora decided that conversation would have to wait for another time. As the Sentinel shuttle gently lift off the pad and began moving out of Tadath’s gravity well, Jegora felt the first pulling of sleep. Space travel had always comforted him, and at that moment he was tired enough to succumb to the hypnotic motions of flight.

***

Two hours later Jegora awoke abruptly, unsure of what had shaken him out of his slumber. One look out the nearest porthole confirmed that they were in hyperspace, and another look around confirmed that the rest of his squad was out cold. With a grimace Jegora undid his saftey harness, which was cutting painfully into his chest, and moved towards the back of the shuttle and the refresher. Upon taking care of his more personal business the senior Jester trooper made his way back to his seat and pulled his datapad off his belt.

Upon activating the Datapad, Jegora realized he had a new message from the one person he most desperately wished to talk to. Aeos’ message was short and sweet:

Are you okay?

Reading those words Jegora felt a new rush of emotion, and even his eyes felt vaguely wet. Relieved and confused and angry all at the same time, Jegora began to write.
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January 11, 2009 6:48:22 PM    View the profile of Sniping101 
Snipes stood in the doorway, staring in at the people gathered within. He only recognized the one, Angel. They'd known each other a long time. Snipes let a grin spread across his face and swaggered in, found a seat and dropped himself into it. He yawned and stretched and lit a cigarette.

"So, I hear you guys are doing something new."

"Investigations." Angel said, eying Snipes.

"Exactly. What you're investigating is of a vested interest to me, so I'm here to help."

"Don't you have your own squad?"

Snipes shook his head. "I wasn't much good at that leading thing. I'm much better at the shooting thing."

"Then what are you doing now?"

"Oh this and that." Snipes said with a sudden wolfish grin, "You know, making trouble."

"If you're not in the army. . ." Angel started. Snipes knew what his worry was.

"I'm still on the payroll, don't worry. I can always call up Rizzit if it'll set your mind at ease."

Angel shook his head. Snipes smiled, stretched again and stood up.

"Any leads?"

"Without Frozt we have none."

"Yeah, I heard someone turned his brains into wallpaper. Honestly can't say I blame them. Well, I'm just along for the ride at this point, I'm more used to being on the other side of these things."

"Sounds like you."

Snipes gave a small shrug and for the first time since entering the room started looking at the other people. He vaguely recognized one, but couldn’t put a name to her. The other was a mystery but from the look of uncertainty Snipes assumed they were new. Then Snipes turned back to Angel, he looked haggard, worn out. It was hard to tell with Angel sometimes, but Snipes had known him a very long time. The man looked like he needed a drink. If Snipes didn’t have the vested interest he would of tried to convince Angel to take a vacation somewhere warm and remote.

“I think what remains of their ship is still at the impound, unless you have a better idea.” Snipes said with a shrug. He really did have a lot more experience avoiding investigations than being part of one.
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January 11, 2009 7:44:25 PM    View the profile of Beta40 
Back on the shuttle…

Beta woke up but didn’t open his eyes. He waited and noticed that no one was looking. He took a glance at a porthole only to see that their squads transport was still in hyperspace. Beta lifted his head from the seat, pulled up the sleeve a little and turned his wrist upside down. He saw his watch, which was timing how long they had been in flight for, and looked at it more closely. It said 3:13:46, so they had about one hour and forty-five minutes left of flight. Beta looked left, right and in all directions to see that Jori and Jager were asleep and Jegora was in the back doing something. He didn’t want to disturb Jegora or wake the rest of his squad, he stayed seated. He unclipped his safety harness and reached to the floor. Beta grabbed some water and unscrewed the cap, took a sip and put it back underneath his seat.

As Beta was about to stand up to find where he put his bag until he heard footsteps in the aisle to the left. He didn’t want anyone to know that he was awake so he clipped his safety harness back on and rested his head back down with one eye barely open. It was Jegora in the aisle and he obviously heard the harness clip shut.

“Odd…” Jegora muttered as he found his seat.

After about fifteen minutes Beta was sure everyone was asleep again so he unclipped his harness and stood up. He was walking around when he heard a sound to his right. As a first reaction he dropped to the ground and rolled under a seat. It was actually his water falling over. As he stood up he banged his head against the seat. As he put his hand over his head he heard a sound that was defiantly someone unclipping their safety harness. He saw feet stand up and walk to the front. Beta stayed put and stayed quiet, restraining himself from yelling out. The feet walked back to the seat and there was another clipping sound.

After another fifteen minute wait Beta was back at it. He walked to the one seat he hadn’t checked and his bag was there. He swore under his breath and opened the bag. He looked through it and he found his armor. Beta wanted to be ready before anyone else so he grabbed his armor, took a step and …tripped. He smashed his head against the floor.

He woke up, once again looked at his watch and Beta had 15 minutes left. He rushed across the shuttle as fast (and quiet) as he could. Now he didn’t care if someone saw him so he didn’t look. He quickly put his armor on and realized that he forgot to get his weapons. He raced across the shuttle, again and found his bag. Beta leaped over the seat, caught his foot on his bag and hit his head on the floor followed shortly by his bag hitting his head.

When Beta woke up he still knew what he needed to do. He got to his knees, grabbed his bag and put on the seat, got to his feet and saw everyone staring at him.

“What?...”
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January 11, 2009 10:24:56 PM    View the profile of Brightstar 
The briefing had left Bright in an emotional vortex. She felt she was spinning around with nothing to stop her momentum. At the mention that Riqimo Pershaw would be joining Jester Squad as a trooper, Bright's head had snapped up so fast she could still feel it. How long had it been since she had even glimpsed the man? Bright had thought about this newest development all the way back to her condo. That was she was very deep in thought before a bright red fruit struck her in the face followed by another to the leg.

She whirled pulling her personal sidearm and aimed but she didn't pull the trigger. There was a child and his mother. Bright was sure she could just see the anger wafting off of them. "You mind telling me what the hell that was for, Madame?" Bright asked firmly but not so unkindly.

"Where were you when we needed you?" The woman asked standing tall despite the fact she was a clear target for Bright's blaster. "Where was the army when my husband and baby were being killed?" The detatchment in the woman's voice sent chills down Bright's spine.

She put her blaster pistol away and backed up a few paces. "Madame, I was doing my job. I'm sorry for you losses, but I cannot be held responsible for something I could not control." Bright's words fell on def ears and so another of those bright red fruits sailed through the air toward her. Bright easily dodged it and watched with a heavy heart as the woman and her remaining child jogged away.

Looking around Bright noticed that those two were not the only civilians standing around. She could feel the beginnings of a blush making its way up her neck and cheeks. Bright knew that there was nothing she could have done but her own job at the time but seeing now how many civilians had actually suffered from the attack. She turned on her heel and strode away at a brisk pace. 

Reaching her condo she was surprised to see that some rioting had taken place even here. Surprising because many of  the condos in her building were occupied by military personnel. She made her way to her door and input the security code, as the door  slid open  she had to jump back to avoid the arc welder of her little R2 unit. “R5!”  She yelled. “For hell’s sake its me.” The black and white droid hurriedly put away its arc welder and  rolled backwards warbling a few apologies.

“He is sorry Mistress Rain. But he was afraid you may have been a rioter.  They have been making their way up this way.” B35 said as he handed Bright a towel to wipe her face up with. 

“Thanks.” She muttered and made her way into her room. There was her weapons closet with its various weapons and armor, and that last kit at the back that had been sitting back there for awhile. Her tracking kit. "AD do me a favor and get my tracking gear out for me will you. I’m going to need it.” The maintenance  droid got right to work.

Bright changed quickly and slipped into some work clothes and a top layer of padded armor. Gathering her gear she made her way back to the briefing room. She wanted to let Angel know that she was going to canvas the civilian zone to see if anyone knew Frozt’s face, but she needed a holo pic from her squad leader first.
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January 12, 2009 2:44:13 AM    View the profile of Jager 
"Okay... so the new guy is retarded" Jager announced rather bluntly after watching Beta quickly get back to his seat. Deep down, Jager wanted to laugh... but this person was going to be covering him during a fire fight. A fact which was more alarming then funny. Jori shot Jager a cold stare and turned to the new trooper

"Don't listen to him, Its just nerves. Everyone goes through it"

"Yeah... Because I totally fell out of my seat on my first mission" Jager muttered as he went back to aimlessly spinning a lighter between his index finger and thumb. Several minutes of, not awkward, but uncomfortable silence filled the shuttle. They were only maybe an hour into the trip, but already things where looking rather grim in terms of teamwork and co-operation.

"So" Beta asked, breaking the silence and causing both Jori and Jager to jump slightly out of surprised. "How did your first missions go". By anyone's standards, Jager's recollection of his first mission was, at best... hazy and riddled with inaccuracies and exaggeration. But, since most of it couldnt be proved or disproven by most people he recounted the story to, then it didn't really matter.

"Well, while Jager just sits there with a stupid look on his face. I'll tell you how mine went" Jori declared, getting comfy.

"I was just out of the academy when Jester was sent to..."

"Hold up..." Jager cut in, "It'd be more accurate if someone else told him"

"That's not fair, no one in this shuttle was there on your first mission" Jori countered. Jager simply sat back and grinned,

"Exactly. Now hush, its story time" Jager sat back in his seat and got comfy, or as comfy as someone can get in a shuttle.

"Do you want the abridged version, or the full version?"

"Full" Beta replied, leaning forwards slightly

"To bad, I only have the abridged version"

Clearing his throat Jager began, "We got sent to a planet called Baroonda to find some defecting scientist and bring him back. So, we land, come under fire, beat them back and set up camp. The SL at the time send me out as a forward scout, and somewhere in between there and the extraction Corporal genius, then private genius, manages to bribe some of the mercenaries into giving this scientist fellow up. The kicker is he doesn't tell the rest of us, especially me. I manage to sneak into the camp and when this scientist fellow shows up, I move to secure him while Jester engages the mercenaries front line. And guess who I see walking with the scientist?"

"Corporal Geniu.. I mean, Jori" Beta answered,

"Exactly. Thing is, he's being trailed by this third party merc. So I dive in, throw the scientist and Jori into a tent and we just manage to avoid becoming a notch on some Merc's rifle. You see, without me... He'd be dead" Jager finished, laying back in his seat.

"Is that true?" Beta queried as he turned to Jori, who was shaking his head in a disgusted manner.

"Dont trust a word this asshole says" Jori replied

Again Jager smirked, "I Speak the truth, ask around" Beta nodded cautiously,

"What about yours"

"Mine" Jager stated trying to play the question off, "Mine was pretty casual. Shot some people, cake and drinks in the foyer afterwards."

"That's not what I've heard" Jegora added from his seat near the cockpit. He had been oddly silent the entire trip, and with good reason.

"Oh, and what did you hear. Oh fearless leader" Jager queried with a sarcastic tone

"Well, from what I was told... you got drunk, got robbed, slept on a couch then got kidnapped by thugs and beaten to within an inch of your life, and as if that wasn't enough you got locked up in a makeshift infirmary until Kami rescued your sorry ass." he finished, returning to his silence. Jager paused momentarily, it all sort of came back to him the beating, the drinking... even the couch.

"Well?" Beta spoke up, "How close was that?"

"Close enough..." Jager muttered "It wasn't an inch of my life..." , brushing the topic to the side as quickly as possible. Again the shuttle fell into an uncomfortable silence.

"How do you think mine will go" Beta asked


"It'll be a breeze." Jori assured, "These investigation's are really nothing" Beta nodded and the two began to talk amongst themselves, probably Jori's version of his first mission...

"Eight out of ten" Jager announced, catching the others attention.

Jori cocked an eyebrow, "What?".

"Eight out of ten chance that the new guy will be killed three minutes after disembarking the shuttle. It might have been seven"

"Making up figures doesn't make think you're smart" Jori retorted with a smirk. "Beta, don't take any notice of that, he does crap like this all the time, don't let it bother you"

"Hey... don't call me out on things that are true. Are you by any chance sleeping with a medic?"

"Are you?" Jori asked with a slight chuckle.

"Yes... actually." Jager responded proudly, then turned to Beta "Just do me one favor. Don't tell me your name until you, If you make it past this mission." Beta looked a little confused,

"Then what are you going to call me?"

Jager paused, He hadn't really been thinking of what to call the new guy. Hastily he examined him for any obvious features that could be made into a memorable, yet humorous nickname.

"Red" he declared, "On the count of your hair"

"So, can we call you annoying on the count that your annoying" Jori managed to say without bursting out into laughter.

"Constant persecution by these people." Jager began, "You with your comments and Sergeant smiles over there and his psychotic fits"

"Enough" Jegora ordered, "Jori, Beta. Stop talking to the idiot. Idiot, go to sleep or something I don't want to hear you" Both Jori and Beta sat still, holding back any further comments. Jager made a disapproving sound and raised both his hands about shoulder hieght, mimicking a surrender. Any further conversation was more or less dead now. With nothing left to do but stare at the ceiling Jager pulled his pack up and rested his head against it. It was going to be a long four hours...
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January 12, 2009 10:48:19 PM    View the profile of Aeos 
Aeos unclenched her fists again, and slammed her head back against the wall of the small cell she was kept in. Her eyes glanced down at the small communicator she kept with her. It was a miracle that they allowed her to keep it, and of course the information passing through on its circuitry was also passing through at least another two pair of eyes beyond the door that kept her locked in.

It was dark, and slightly stuffy as a result of some generators shutting down to protests held in city disabling the air-con effectively.  Aeos could only manage a few short words and sentences with Jegora before the transmission suddenly blacked-out. She hit curfew. Aeos scoffed and sighed again, embracing her knees while resting her chin on her knees. Clad only in a simply button-up tunic with loose pants and no shoes, Aeos felt a bit exposed at the lack of a collar, boots and a side-arm.

She had been held in detention now for goodness how long. Her communicator’s sync was continuously being scrambled from the outside which made keeping track of the time so much more difficult. After she shot Frozt, Aeos realized that she had effectively bought an end to her current Army Career, and that she would most likely be losing it in rank as well. Somewhere in between all the confusion, Aeos found herself wondering since when had she ever cared about her career in the first place.

She regretted the fact that it was Jegora who had to in the position he currently found himself with. The only people in the squad who would and could know the truth would be Jegora, Angel and Gio. Angel would handle it perfectly fine. In fact, she doubt whether he would be troubled at all. But Jegora, he would tear himself up. From the little contact she has had with him so far, she could tell that he assumed her position.

The sudden clank of a door detaching itself from its locks brought her out of her thoughts. Aeos sat upright and surprised at the unexpected yet welcomed change of pace in the darkness.
Reaching out through the darkness, Aeos’ thoughts wrapped around the new entity in her room.

“Anyone except you,” she groaned burying her head into her legs.

Racus frowned down at his younger sister. “What the frak did you think you were doing? You compromised months of INTEL work for the Army, what the hell was up with you?”

Aeos stifled a snort rising up in her throat. He usually never approached her like this. Since when did her oldest brother have a temper? She ignored the extra weight settling down onto the corner of her matrass.

“Why?” he asked softly now. More gently.
Aeos squinted her eyes shut, and sighed.

“It is something you will never understand Racus, I can’t tell you,” she mumbled.
“Try me, “
“No,”
“Well, damn you,”
“What no torture?” Aeos asked dryly, keeping her head buried in her knees.

Racus coughed.

“It’s outside my reach to have prevented a session, but it seems someone got to you already.  Only thing I could do was play delivery boy, though I’m curious Fleur. You see, in my pocket I have a datapad containing a special pardon for your release. No trail even. You simply lose two ranks? How does this happen? A process which would have taken months in Court, with a much more severe punishment, and you receive a special pardon? It can only be issued from the Prefect as far as I know-“

“Nothing of your business,” Aeos snapped shoving out her hand towards him.

She stared at her brother now with a confident smirk. Only two ranks? And she assumed automatic entry back into Jester. She swiped a strand of hair out of her eyes with the other hand while her brother fished around in his pockets.  A moment later, he placed the small flat rectangular shape of a datacard in her hand.

“Can I just say something here?” he asked. His one hand pinching the bridge of his nose in a frustrated sigh.

“As an Imperial or as my brother?”
“Your brother” he muttered.
“Go ahead,”

Aeos pushed herself away from the wall and turned her whole body to face him, crossing her legs in the process.  He shifted his weight, but didn’t move aside from that.

“Fleur, you’re involved in something, I don’t know what. You’ve been changing these few months. You’ve begun to kiss the ground the Empire touches. You’ve never done that before. And it happened after your MIA status. One of my troopers went through MIA as well, same attitude as you. Same attitude change. It got me thinking-“

“Racus!”

Aeos lurched forward, her blue eyes wild on her face while one hand clamper over her brother mouth.

“Racus don’t ask questions. It might get you killed. Just trust me, I’m safe,” she muttered in a hushed and flustered whisper. Her brother stared at her bewildered as she pulled her hand away.

“Fleur-“

“I have to go; I need to speak to my squad-leader,”

Aeos hopped down from her bed, and threw her brother a warning glance and the bolted for the door in a sprint. As far as she knew, Jester was had received new orders mere hours ago. Best to get back into the game as soon as possible. 

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Rightio, I want to wait for Jeg's team to touch down first before I enter their group, I'll add myself in later, or one of you can do it
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  RE: Jester Squad, PI
January 13, 2009 1:00:01 AM    View the profile of Brightstar 
The last few hours had flown by without so much as a hit. It seemed that no one recognized the holo-pic of Frozt even the tiniest bit. The lack of information was infuriating for Brightstar. Never had she been met with such a challenge in finding information about one man, and a dead one at that. The Sergeant had to admit that it wasn't just the challenge that was frustrating her. The amount of hostility with which she had been met, suggested that she wasn't going to get much more cooperation out of these people anymore than she would out of a brainless slug.

Bright would have wondered at why she had been singled out particularly, except she realized that with her bright red hair and quite noticeable and recognizable scar, she was one of the most recognized members of the stormtrooper corp based on Tadath. She sighed and gave up with the crowd she was trying to negotiate with. Shaking her head she pushed her way through the people and aliens of the street she was on.

"I need a drink." She heard herself mutter under her breath. She would have been surprised at herself had she actually had time to think about when she had started drinking.

After a few moments of looking around for a decent Catina, Bright found one that still had a roof and so entered. There weren't many occupants inside but those that were looked like the seedier type. The type she would have found in the Catina's on Nar Shadda. Bright suppressed a shudder and hoped buried memories stayed that way.

She took a seat at the bar and ordered a Bakuran Whiskey straight up. The bartender slid her drink to her across the counter. He seemed to be interested in a hushed conversation between a Deveronian and a big burly human man. Bright watched the odd pair with mild interest as she drank her whiskey. It wasn't everyday she saw a Devish on Tadath, she wondered idly what this one was doing here. Shaking her head she looked around the room taking in as many details as she could.

This Catina had suffered some in the recent attack and even more in the rioting that had been going on sporadically here and there. One side of the room was closed off do to the crumbling ceiling, several of the tables were cracked down the middle and others had missing legs. Even in the din Bright could make out a small blood pool in the corner by an over-turned chair. The two occupied tables straddling the entrance were guard posts, Bright decided seeing the heavy blasters that the occupants were packing.

The red headed woman down the rest of her whiskey savoring in the slight burn as it slid down her throat. "Another." She said shortly holding up her glass. The bartender responded quickly, and Bright managed to catch the man's eye. She wanted information and she was willing to pay for it. The nod the man gave her was small and could easily have been mistaken for a spasm in the man's neck muscles that he was just trying to ease.

The bartender was taller than she was by about four inches and he was muscular not fat. This man's muscle came from fending for himself on the streets and tossing crates in the freight yards. His dark eyes weren't so much intelligent as they were wise, and his sandalwood hair was cropped close in a crew cut, at on time may have been clean. The bags under the man's eyes suggested lack of sleep and worry. Bright's mind rifled through ways she could handle this man and settled on the gentlest she could find.

"What would be your price, Sir?" She asked as if starting a casual conversation.

"Twenty-five." He said quietly proceeding to wipe the counter around her. "What would be the product, Miss?" He looked her up and down and seemed to deem her likely able to handle herself.

Bright's eyes wandered over the the end of the bar where the Devaronian and big man were still in quiet conversation. "And..." She said pulling out the holo-pic she had of Frozt. "I'll pay extra."
Bright said in response to the way the man eyed her.

The bartender shrugged and started wiping out glasses with a clean towel. "Those two have been talking about some sort of failed attempt, finding different ways to blame the other for something or another. Never did say what the attempt was though." He shrugged again. "Him though," He indicated the holo-pic sitting on the counter between them. "Seen him a couple times, oh about a week and half ago. Before the attack for sure."

"Was he with anyone that you know of?" Bright asked, suppressing the urge to hug the man.

The man thought, searching his memory while methodically turning his towel inside the glass he was wiping. "He had a couple guards with him. Don't remember what they looked like, sorta just seemed to blend into the crowd. I believe he had a woman with him that last night as well. Pretty thing, about as tall as you, dark hair to about her shoulders, blue eyes, and the Huttese letter T on her neck."

"Which side of her neck, Sir?" Bright asked taking in all the details on a hidden recorder in her sleeve.

"Street," The man said shortly. "Call me Street, everyone who knows me does. And it was just under her left ear."

Bright nodded looking thoughtful. The bartender, Street, had a good memory. Now it was time to see if it served him well. "Thanks, Street. The whiskey was great by the way." She said sliding him the promised credits and a few extra for a tip and to pay for her drink. "Let me know when it's back up and running, I'll stop by for another." With that she walked out the door flipping the guards on either side a credit chip for their hard work as well.

Maybe she just felt guilty for not being able to protect the civilians when she was out there doing her job, or maybe it was just that she wanted to see Tadath back to the way it was before. Shaking her head at her soft heartedness she replayed the information she had gathered from her new friend, Street. Her next priority? Find the woman.

"Angel, I may have a lead I'm going to check it out." Bright said as soon she was in a deserted strip of walkway.

"Be careful, Bright. Let me know what you find out." Angel responded in a light crackle over the comm channel.

"Will do, Boss. Bright out." Bright closed the channel with her squad leader and looked around. She needed a terminal. "OK lady, where are you?" She asked.
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  RE: Jester Squad, PI
January 13, 2009 2:53:29 AM    View the profile of Sniping101 
“ANGEL!” Snipes yelled it as he barreled back in to the Jester barracks. Angel was no to be seen.

“Office.” The one introduced as something with an ‘N’. Snipes nodded and ran towards Angels office.

Snipes didn’t bother to knock, not necessarily because he was in a hurry, but because he never knocked. He was into the room before the door had even finished sliding open. He paused for a second as Angel looked up from his desk, he looked more irritated than anything, but then Snipes had good news so that would probably pass.

“Seems intel nabbed a guy about two weeks ago for weapons smuggling who might be of some help. Seems he warned them something might be happening not long after he was nabbed, gave them a time and a place too. Whatever mongoloid that was in charge of his file didn’t think it was worth noting to his boss. Funny story, time and place match Frozt’s landing area and time.”

Angel was already out of his chair and grabbing his coat off the back, “Where is he now?”

Snipes turned away and started walking out the door as his friend began to catch up, “Prison infirmary, he was nearly lost to a gang six days ago.”

“Frakkin’ wonderful.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Snipes grumbled, they were making their way out of the barracks and wasting no time, “and more fun news, he’s scheduled for execution in a matter of hours. I’ve done what I can to get to stalled, but time is running short.”

“Think they have people inside?”

“Without a doubt.” Snipes pushed his way past a private as they exited the building and hopped into the awaiting speeder.

“I’m guessing this is why you’re with us.”

Snipes pushed the vehicle into gear and sped off. “Yeah, Command was worried about insiders who might be lingering. Personally I think our investigations are inextricably tied together.”

“It does seem that way.”

The rest of the trip passed in relative silence, not because there was a lack of things to say, mostly because the speeder didn’t have a top and at the speeds Snipes was careening through the city conversation became difficult. They did, however, reach the prison in good time. It was on the outskirts of town, originally it had probably been alone, but the city had expanded around it. Security was clearly very tight however and a two meter thick wall of duractrete ran completely around it, a full quarter mile from the prison building itself.

Snipes slowed to a stop outside the gates, waiting for the very fat, very bored corrections officer to waddle over and run Snipes ID, then waddle back to Snipes, return it, then waddle once again to his booth and open the gates. Just watching the man move made Snipes want to start exercising more.

“Where is everyone else?” Snipes said, keeping the speed down at this point.

“Bright is beating the streets, Riqimo I believe is trying to get ahold of a friend, Nevius was looking through damage reports for anything useful.”

“What about the imaginary one?”

“Kiption?”

“That’s the one.”

“Imaginary because you’ve never met them?”

“Pretty much.” Snipes pulled the speeder into the employee parking and turned it off, “Lets go.”

Snipes hopped out of the speeder and lit a cigarette. He hated this place. He’d been inside it a time or two before for both reasons people usually entered it. To visit someone and to have a stay. It also meant he knew his way to the door, and after another round of ID scans he was allowed in. He wasn’t even asked to remove his weapon.

Once inside they were greeted by the balding, pale and generally starved looking warden. Snipes didn’t like the way his shifty eyes were sunk into the back of his head, it made him look like he was wearing a mask.

“Sniping101?”

Snipes grunted an affirmative.

“I’m sorry but there’s no. . .”

“Shut the hell up and take me to him.”

The man looked slightly shocked. Years of having corrections officers and prisoners scrape and bow to him probably hadn’t accustomed him to being told no. “Yes, well, we have him in the interrogation room, just this way.” He took the lead, Snipes glanced at Angel, who shrugged, before he followed.

The interrogation room was, like all of them, painfully boring. Snipes and Angel looked in from the two way mirror while the warden stood slightly aback. The man inside was cuffed to a chair, haggard, malnourished and beaten looking. His dirty bond hair didn’t seem to have been washed in recent memory and stubble of the same shade had wrapped itself around a wide jaw.

“Heads or tails?” Snipes asked, without looking away.

“Heads, of course.” Angel replied.

“Fine, be that way.” Snipes pulled a coin from his pocket and flipped it. He stuck the result into Angels view.

“Have fun.”

“You’d better come too, make sure I don’t do something supid.”

“Whatever you say.”

Snipes turned to the warden. “I want you cameras and recording devices OFF. Not on standby, not on non-recording, I want them flat unplugged, and I don’t want anyone in this room until I leave that one.”

“But protocol. . .”

“Don’t give me that, you know much better.”

“Yes, as you wish.”

“Good.” Snipes turned back to Angel, “Shall we?”

Angel nodded. Snipes lit another cigarette. They both exited the room, went into the hall opened the first door on the left, it led into another pointless hall with only one door, it led into the interrogation room.

Snipes stepped through it first, he heard Angel shut the door behind him, but wasn’t paying attention, Snipes brisk stride took him straight to the prisoner, who barely had time to look up before Snipes picked up the he was chained to and tossed it over. Snipes snarled and picked the chair up roughly, slamming it down, but upright.

“Frozt. Start talking.”

“First I want. . .”

He didn’t have time to finish, Snipes headbutted him. “Don’t care. You’ve entered a very special circle of hell. You’re going to tell me what I want to know or your life is going to get even worse.”

He laughed, hard and mirthful, Snipes had to give it to him, he had balls.

“What could you do to me, they’re executing me in a matter of hours.”

“Oh, are they?” A wicked grin spread across Snipes face, “I think not. If I say the word you’ll be granted a very long and painful life, and once you get used to one sort of pain, I promise you, they’ll find another. It’s not just you either, I’ll make sure they find family, friends, lovers and even acquaintances and have you watch them suffer the same tortures. No, this isn’t about what you get, it’s about me getting something and things for you not getting any worse. So start talking.”

He sighed, chances were he didn’t wholly believe the wild man in front of him, but he wasn’t left much choice, “I was supposed to make sure twelve boxes from a certain warehouse were at a certain place at a certain time, that was my entire job.”

“So what does this have to do with Frozt.”

“I don’t know the name, but I was given the job by a woman with some sort of tattoo on her neck, looked like another language. She didn’t seem to know much more than the details she gave me, but it’s hard to tell with women.”

“That doesn’t help.”

“Alright, I got a little suspicious of my client and decided to check the contents of the boxes, was munitions mostly, that wasn’t unusual, but they were all military grade, brand new and for every weapon there was a decent amount of ammunition. After I was captured I put two and two together and thought I might get myself out of this mess.”

“Were you paid?”

“Half up front and half after. In retrospect I probably shouldn’t have taken the job. Had a bad feeling, didn’t trust the client. Thought they might try something, and well, what do you know they did.” The man managed to find enough room in his restraints to partially lift his shirt, his torso was covered in old bandages and dirt. It was impossible to tell with the bandages on, but Snipes would of wagered they were knife wounds.

Snipes sighed, “I’m done for now. Angel, unless you have something to ask I say we talk to the warden.”
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  RE: Jester Squad, PI
January 13, 2009 6:43:08 PM    View the profile of Jegora 
Jegora spent the last hour of the trip in relative silence, doing nothing but thinking. He did a lot of thinking. He thought about his parents for the first time in years, about his home above Corellia, about his time in the Navy, his first days in the Army, and most of all he thought about Aeos. He sat by himself, isolated from the other three troopers, who were talking quietly amongst themselves.

As the ship jerked and reverted from hyperspace, the ship’s intercom buzzed. A voice filled the passenger cabin, and Jegora immediately perked up, leaving his deep thoughts behind. “Gunny, incoming message,” a crew member said. Jegora sighed, got up, and left the passenger cabin.

When he reached the cockpit one of the crew (Jegora assumed he was the copilot) pointed towards a communication’s console just to his left. Moving over to the console Jegora accepted the transmission, and immediately a miniature hologram of his squad leader appeared on a small display podium.

“Jeg, I dunno when you’ll get this, but listen up,” his squad leader’s image said immediately. “We’re pursuing leads here on Tadath, and I want you back here ASAP. Do a quick but thorough sweep of the facility and get out.”

“On a different note,” Angel continued, “high command thinks we deserve a reward for our efforts on Anteevy and later on Tadath. The necessary data is included; just download it to your datapad.”

Pausing slightly, his squad leader took a deep breath before continuing. “Be careful, and don’t be obvious about this: the less people that know about this operation the better. Angel out.”

With that the transmission ended, and Jegora dutifully plugged his datapad into its port. After a quick moment there was a dull beep, and Jegora removed his datapad. Browsing through the list of promos and medals that had recently been approved he was quite surprised to see his own name there. None the less he quickly forwarded the list to his squad mates, and then turned back to the pilots.

“How long?” he asked gruffly.

The copilot checked a display. “Ten minutes, tops,” he said confidently.

Jegora nodded, grateful to be getting out of this shuttle soon. “Good. Buzz us when we land. And don’t go anywhere; we may need a quick extraction.”

“Rog-e-o Sarge,” the pilot said.

With that exchanged Jegora retreated back to the crew cabin, intending to inform the troopers of the medal/promo list and to let them know they would be landing soon. Instead he found Beta suited up and Jori wearing his black Shadowsuit. For once Jager was dressed appropriately, wearing nothing but a duty uniform.

“What the hell?” Jegora asked upon entering.

Jori looked at Beta, then at Jager. “What?” he questioned, obviously confused.

Keeping his face as smooth as possible, Jegora glared at the young Zabrak. “Didn’t I tell you to dress casual? We’re suppose to fly under the radar on this one, and commando armor and infiltration suits really don’t suit that purpose,” he explained, his voice full of cold fury.

Beta piped up. “What if we get shot-” he began, but Jegora cut him off abruptly.

“Then you die.”

Jager was grinning from ear to ear, evidently happy that he wasn’t being yelled at. That alone was enough to make Jegora visibly angry, but he kept his temper in check, along with his tongue. Throwing his datapad in a seat, he glared at the troopers.

“We’re landing soon, and you should have some updates on your datapads. For now, though, I want everyone in casual and/or duty attire and ready to go. We’ll be landing in the facility this time, so we won’t get the freeze our asses off.” Looking around, Jegora shook his head again.

“Let’s go people,” he ordered.

Returning to his seat, Jegora couldn’t help but notice that the Jori and Beta quickly changed, much to his satisfaction. Then he noticed Jager, who was still grinning stupidly, and his anger welled up again. Jegora didn’t know what it was about Jager that drove him nuts, but whatever it was the Corporal did it well; Jegora could barely stand to be around the man anymore.

Gritting his teeth, Jegora checked his pistol, making sure it was still secure in his tactical holster. His vibroblade was also secure, and he had extra ammo for his sidearm, along with other necessary equipment, on his utility belt. He couldn’t do much to be more prepared, and so he sat back and enjoyed the rest of the trip down to the surface of Anteevy.

Returning to the planet brought up bloody memories that Jegora himself would’ve rather left forgotten. He wasn’t sorry for anything he’d done here, but it was rather uncomfortable to think about. Jegora comforted himself by remembering that the men he had slain had been trying to undo the Empire that he had pledged his life and service too, the Empire he had come to love as much if not more than his homeland, and that made him sleep better at night.

It didn’t make the deeds anymore comfortable to deal with, though.

The one positive about visiting Anteevy now was that the four man squad would be landing directly inside the facility, bypassing the need for bulky Snowtrooper gear and thankfully eliminating any voyages out into the snow. Except for this facility Anteevy was literally deserted, and so there was very little chance that the troopers would have to leave the warmth of the garrison. That was a good thing, because even though Jegora didn’t mind the cold, he hated ice planets.

Grimacing at the thoughts of the upcoming investigation, Jegora tried to put a plan together. He had to be honest with himself, though, and admit that he had no plan whatsoever. He had no idea how to go about this investigation, and he had no one to contact. Once again Jegora felt the familiar but heavy discomfort of command, the weight of being the one to make the decisions, and the one to take the fall.

Shaking his massive shoulders Jegora threw off the depressing thoughts. It wasn’t like he was an officer again, and he was only commanding four highly trained individuals this time. He was confident that they could come up with some plan of action.

If they didn’t kill each other first.
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  RE: Jester Squad, PI
January 14, 2009 12:32:05 AM    View the profile of Kiption 
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Let's see how well I can do this without screwing things up.  I too can post on a story without moving it forward.


Well, then, that's just blatantly obvious.  Kiption had to read the instructions a couple of more times.  Search the area for signs of a conspiracy, which I know nothing about, about a guy, who's dead, and work with a team, who's already moved on and started working without you.  Wahoo.

Kiption rolled his eyes and walked down the corridor of the barracks.  This is definitely going to require some kind of motivation.  It had been a long time since he had roamed these halls.  But not really long enough.

He wandered down to the barracks, each of the corners along the way bringing up their own special breed of memory.  Smells, sounds, all the same.  I swear the barracks was around here somewhere. 

He turned the last corner and walked through the doors, to find nothing.  Nobody. 

He glanced around the barracks.  Not much had changed.  His couch was gone, replaced with some hideous thing.  The lockers were still present.  He walked over to what used to be his and tapped it a couple of times.  Good times.  He walked down to the office and knocked.  He knocked again.  Oh well.  He entered and walked over to his ... Angel's desk and sat down. 

Not quite as "organized" as he left it, but each SL had their own way of doing it.  Cuts were still in the wall from the fights that took place in here.  Not so good times.  He pulled out his data pad and set it down on the desk. 

"Greetings Kiption."  He jumped, looking around frantically.  Kiption let out a sigh as he realized that nobody else was in the room with him.  Time to read up on the previous missions to see what's going on.  He logged into the terminal on the desk and watched history scroll by.
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  RE: Jester Squad, PI
January 14, 2009 4:08:02 AM    View the profile of Jager 
The shuttle did a quick fly-over of the facility before it drifted gently into the hanger. As the squad disembarked it was clear that the troops stationed here had wasted no time in repairing whatever structural damage the hanger and its adjacent sections, had sustained in the operation. Several tent-like structures had been setup near a set of large blast doors that lead into what was at best guess a maintenance area. At a guess, Jager put the garrison numbers between a hundred to hundred and fifty. Less of a garrison, more of a salvage team as there was little chance of anyone wanting to take up residence here.

Jager was in no hurry to leave the shuttle and by the looks of things, neither was anyone else. Two fresh-faced looking troopers stood just to the left of the loading ramp and greeted Jegora with a salute.

"Sir, Welcome to Anteevy."

Jegora gave him a quick nod then silence. The two troopers stood motionless for a few moments as Jegora's gaze shifted from one to the other. From his vantage point at the shuttles door, it was clear that no one knew exactly what they were supposed to be doing. After several more moments of awkward silence, Jager spoke up,

"Take us to your leader"

It took all of his self-control to hold back from laughing, after all... he was playing 'Mr Investigator' and bursting out into hysterics would have been very inappropriate. One of the troops that greeted them gave a quick, and thankful nod.

"Uh, Sir, yes... right away" then quickly turned and motioned the Jesters to follow. Jori shot Jager a somewhat confused look,

"Take us to your leader?"     

"Worked, didn't it..." Jager retorted, as he began to follow the two troops and Jegora.

The tents were at the far end of the hanger, which gave the squad about a minute and a half to work out a game plan. The problem was that no one was talking, Beta and Jori were a few paces behind Jager whilst Jegora led a few paces in front. They reached the tents far to quickly, Jegora looked back at the others with what seemed to be brooding confusion.

"Gentlemen" The garrison commander greeted rather bluntly.

"Sir, We're fr..." Jegora began but a hand movement from the commander stopped him,

"I know why you're here... and before you start with your whole spiel about how you're 'only here to make sure things run smoothly' crap, Know this. I've served the Corp for the better part of twenty ye"

"We're Investigators, here to try and dig up some information on the leaders of this facilities previous occupants, Sir" Jegora quickly butt in before this turned into a lecture.

The garrison commander stopped and began to stare down Jegora. It was obvious that he might not of trusted their claims, since pretending to do something else was the best way to observe his troops. By the way both men were staring each other down, Jager figured that they'd be kicked out of the facility before they even had a chance, and there was no way he was going back to Angel empty handed.

"Sir, We're working on a limited time frame here." he began, earning him a wary yet annoyed look from Jegora.

"It would be in everyone's interest if we could get this done as quickly as possible. But in order to do so, we'll need your full cooperation"

The garrison commanders stare shifted from Jegora to Jager. After a few seconds of silence he spoke up,

"My mistake." he corrected, still with a tone of suspicion "How can I help"

Mentally Jager smirked, he had taken a real chance on that. The only problem was that now he was stuck without anything to say.

"We'll need any documents or servers your men have found, and we'll need to take a look at the bodies and their personal effects" Jegora added to what Jager had started. 'Nice to see he's not completely incompetent' Jager mused

"Give my men twenty minutes, I'll have it moved two tents down. Anything else?"

Jeg looked over at Jager for the first time without scowling and simply shrugged, to which Jager replied in kind.

"That's it, We'll be in the tent." Jeg finished, nodding to the commander then motioning his squad out the door.

"I take it you'll want to talk to the prisoners as well" the commander called as Jeg had taken his first step out the door. The squad froze, actual flesh and blood beings would be an excellent source of information and would make things that much quicker.

"Shotgun" Jager called as he turned to one of the troops that had guided them from the shuttle, "Show me the prisoners"

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"Alright, we're done here. Next" Jager called as he motioned for the captive Merc to leave the small tent. How he ever thought this was a good idea escaped him. At first Jager could of kissed the pilot of the shuttle who crashed on take off, which meant that any survivors were forced to stay on the planet until a second shuttle could be arranged, which wasn't a very high priority.

So far he had counted roughly three cases of Post traumatic stress disorder, two cases of "I just work here" and a few very scared Merc's who were barely out of their teens. It was interesting to see how many actually survived the assault, obviously their attempts at leveling the facility were woefully ineffective.

"This is the last one, sir" the trooper stationed outside Jager's makeshift interrogation tent announced as he shoved the Mercenary in.

"Take a seat" Jager sighed, not even bothering to look up as he went through his notes which amounted to a whole two lines.

"Name, planet of origin, where you were recruited, your rank in the group"

The Merc sat silently, "I cant read mines, but I'm taking lessons... but just for the heck of it, lets use our words" Jager prompted, still aimlessly staring at his notes.

"Lawrence Meerlay, Coreworld's, don't remember, patrol leader"

"Well, Lawrence. Who hired you?"

"I was already with a group of veterans"

"Well" Jager paused, "Who hired them"

Lawrence paused and stared down at the table.

"What do I get if I tell you?" Lawrence asked

Jager ceased his aimless scanning of his notes and looked straight up. It took a few moments to register that Lawrence was actually trying to bargain with him.

"Uh.. nothing. Why?"

"Then we're done here" Lawrence countered, returning to his silence. Jager's glance moved from the wall, to the Merc. It was like deja vu, he had seen this guy before but he had no idea where. A similar look came over Lawrence's face, yet his was more of tension rather then surprise.

"Do I know you from somewhere" queried Jager, placing the data pad on the table. Lawrence shook his head slowly,

"No"

"No... no, I know you from somewhere. Ever been to Tatooine?"

Again lawrence shook his head, "I've never met you"

"Whatever" Jager stated, brushing the topic to the side, "Listen, you help me out... and, you know... maybe I could argue for your release".

"I don't believe you"

"Dont believe me? Who cares if you believe me or not. I could just mark you as a 'Someone who knows something' then you'd be taken to one of the empires many fine undisclosed re-education facility... you know, to see if they can find out what you know"

The mercenary simply smirked, "I don't respond well to threats..."

Jager ceased his bargaining... it was obviously going no where. The only problem was that he still had nothing. Perhaps Jeg and the others had had more luck. Personal belongings and data files had a tendency not to lie. His aimless musings continued as he measured up the Merc sitting across from him. For someone who had been survived quite an assault, he was still in fairly good nick. No real injuries, no real damage of any kind. Which begged the question... why?.

It was then when he sneezed. His nose, though cosmetically normal, was still a mess underneath. The medic's had told him to wear a bandage over it, but he was never one to listen to the advice of professionals.

"God damn, son of a bitch broke my nose. Hope he got bur..." he mumbled as he looked back at Lawrence. It was then that he recognised him. He never got a good look at his face, but he still knew it was him...

"So..." Jager began rather rather mildly, "Break any troopers noses lately"

The look of Lawrence's face showed that he had recognised who Jager was as well. "...whats it to you" he asked sheepishly.

A small metal ashtray sat on the table, earlier Jager had offered two of the captives cigarettes but instead of taking the offer, they recoiled in horror. It happened quickly, Sure if Jager was paying attention he may have been able to dodge it... but after a good hour of questionings his sense were dulled.

A swift kick to the table knocked the ashtray within Lawrence's reach. It was then as easy as picking it up and Frisbeeing it at his interrogator, an act which manage to strike the poorly prepared corporal across the bridge of his nose. Jager lent back sharply on the chair as his reactions caught up with what was happening, which in turn sent the chair out from underneath him. 

The sounds of a scuffle and blaster fire filled the tent as he slowly picked himself up and tried to wipe the blood out of his eye's.

"Dont shoot him, he knows som..." he ordered as he reached the tent's door. It was to late. The trooper guarding his tent was being helped up and a few others were checking the body of the now late Lawrence Meerlay. A wave of disappointment and failure hit Jager, he could of just ignored the fact that Lawrence had broken his nose... didn't even have to mention it and perhaps he would of gotten some useful information out of him.

"Arrrhhh, son of a bitch" Jager mumbled as he rolled the corpse over and quickly checked him. "Thank you for impeding an imperial investigation." he muttered to the trooper who had killed Lawrence. The sounds of footsteps behind him hailed the arrival of the one person who he didn't want to see, Jegora... as well as the garrison commander.

Jager slowly got to his feet and began staring at Jeg, who pulled a similar maneuver.

Before Jeg could speak, Jager raised his hand "No, I didn't find anything... Yes, I'm going back to the shuttle." he nodded to the garrison commander and began his trek back to the shuttle. Pausing at Lawrence's corpse and giving it a swift kick...

"Fucker busted my nose twice" he mumbled.


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Bodies and such will be in a separate tent from where the documents and such are being moved to. You've got personal effects to work with (Diary's, Personal datapads, other documentation). The server thing was a bit of a "errr" kind of thing, it wouldn't be far fetched if a server or backup server survived the collapse, heavily damaged of course. Either way, Alternatively we could just go back empty handed for the lulz
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January 17, 2009 7:37:39 PM    View the profile of Jori 
Jori stepped up to the tent that contained the servers and any technical stuff. He chosen this one over the bodies mainly because searching the bodies would be a gruesome job best left to the newbie. Plus, he really liked working with tech. Sweeping aside the flap that served as a door, Jori was a bit surprised to see all the stuff lying around. Picking up the nearest item, he examined it for a few moments and deemed it junk, throwing it into a small pile at his feet.

****Little While Later****

When he was done, he looked back at the pile of junk and noticed it was significantly larger than the useful pile. Sighing, he stepped over to the useful pile; he sat down and pulled a piece from it. Looking it over, he saw that it was a datapad. It had a marker on it that said it had been found in one of the main offices on the highest levels of the complex. Eyes widening, Jori cut it on. The screen lit up, but demanded a password. Shaking his head, he slipped the datapad into his pouch and went to work on the rest of the pile.

****Short While Later****

Leaning back against the wall of the tent, Jori looked at his datapad. Any and all information he had found had been downloaded onto his personal datapad for sorting at a later time. Standing up, he walked out of the tent and looked around for Jeg. Spotting him arguing with the Platoon Commander, Jori hurried over. Waiting until Jeg took notice of him, Jori looked around for a bit. He saw that some techs were surrounding a terminal along the far wall. With a jolt, he realized it was the same one that he had sliced a week earlier. Looking back at Jeg, Jori noticed he was staring at him.

“Uh… I’ve got the tent with all the tech in it. I went through each individual piece and stripped every bit of information of them, useful or not. Do you want me to send it to you?” Jori stammered out.

Jeg nodded and turned back to the commander. Fishing around in his pouch, Jori retrieved the datapad and sent all of the data to Jeg. Finished, Jori hurried over to the terminal. The techs noticed his approach, but did not react other than a curt head nod from one of them. It was a full minute after he reached that anybody said anything. One of the techs looked over his shoulder and stared him down.

“What are you looking at?” Jori said slowly.

The tech just narrowed his eyes and acted as if he was about to say something, but thought better of it. Stepping closer, Jori edged through the group to the terminal itself, noticing that the terminal was a bright red and the screen was black.

“What happened to it? Are there problems?” Jori said, looking to the obviously irritated techs standing beside him.

“Yes. We cannot turn it on due to some program that was introduced before the infiltration teams lifted off a standard week ago. That program is blocking all attempts to access it. If we would have been able to get on it before the program was introduced, we could have had the password that would have been able to completely eliminate the program, but alas, we cannot.” the tech standing to the left of him said quietly.

Jori fought the urge to laugh and slowly reached for his datapad. Plugging it into the terminal, he accessed the files that he had downloaded onto it a week before when he was slicing into it. Sending it to the terminal, Jori tapped in a few commands. After a few moments, the terminal beeped and turned from a red to a green. All the techs jumped back as that abrupt change happened and the screen turned on. Jori again fought the urge to laugh and failed. His chuckling drew the techs back and they looked at him in amazement.

“How did you do that?” one of the wide-eyed techs asked.

“I was the one who sliced it a week before. I think the program was introduced because of me. The system must have been monitored and when it recorded my slicing attempts, it sent a message to the beg boss, who ordered that the program be introduced. Good luck with slicing it again.” Jori said, walking away.

He felt the stares on his back as he walked away and couldn’t do anything else but grin from ear to ear.
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January 18, 2009 3:51:10 PM    View the profile of Jegora 
After spending a good hour arguing with the garrison commander, who introduced himself as Captain Hubress Tyne, Jegora was exhausted. The lengthy nap he had taken en route wasn’t nearly enough to keep him functioning at 100%, and he was quickly losing his patience and temper with the stubborn garrison commander.

“What do you mean my men can’t have access to your after-action reports?” Jegora asked the Captain, his voice dangerously low.

The captain shook his head. “I’m sorry, but those reports are code-word classified.”

Jegora took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. It wasn’t working very well. “I told you I had authorization! Hell, I even told you the damn code word!”

“That may be, but you’re not on my list of people authorized to know the code word.”

Jegora glanced around. In the course of their argument he and Tyne had drifted away from the main center of operations. They were a good thirty meters from any other living being. Frustrated beyond compare, Jegora decided to try a different tactic.

“Listen, you said you were in the Corps, right?” he asked the commander.

The Captain nodded. “Why, yes I was. Twenty years, or near enough.”

“Then you know exactly what my boss is gonna do when I go home empty handed,” Jegora said.

Tyne nodded, but his face remained as impassive as ever. Jegora continued on, pressing his luck. “And if you know what my boss is gonna due to me, then you probably have a good idea of what I’m authorized to do in order to get the information I need.”

At that Tyne shifted his eyes uncomfortably. “No matter what you may or may not be authorized to do, if you touch me my men will tear you apart,” he said, his voice confident but hinting at a deeper uncertainty.

Jegora rested a hand on his sidearm, and looked the garrison commander straight in the eye. “Doesn’t matter. They won’t be here in time to save you, and I’d rather go down like this than face my boss empty handed.”

Tyne met Jegora’s gaze, and it was then that Jegora saw him crack. “Listen,” he said gently. “I have the clearance. We’ll be quick, and even if anyone finds out, you can blame it on us, which is fine seeing as we’re authorized anyways. Just let me look at those reports.”

There was a long pause in which both Jegora and Tyne were absolutely still. Then the Captain gave a jerking nod, and Jegora’s face broke into a feral grin. “Excellent,” he said. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. Everything will be fine.”

With that Jegora moved back towards the main cluster of tents that had been set up in the hangar, leaving the garrison commander to find his own way back in due time. Along the way he pulled out his comlink.

Hitting buttons in quick succession, Jegora opened up a link to Jager. “Luth,” he said gruffly upon confirming he had a connection, “gather Jori and Beta. We need to sift through these after-action reports, and then we need to go exploring.”

There was a pause before Jager responded. “Alright, We’ll meet you at the command tent,” he said, his voice only slightly less sarcastic than usual.

Jegora nodded, and then started off towards the tent. He wanted to start going through those reports as soon as possible, and then get to the exploration of the depths of the facility. Much of it had been left unexplored due to instability and the possibility of booby traps. None the less, the Jesters would have to try to find something useful in the facility, or go home empty handed. The latter wouldn’t be quite as bad as he had made the garrison commander believe, but it still wasn’t a happy prospect.

He had only taken three steps when the hangar doors slid open once more. Jegora stopped and watched as a non-descript supply transport floated gently down beside their Sentinel shuttle. That by itself wasn’t surprising; of course the troopers here would need supplies. They certainly weren’t self sufficient.

No, the big surprise came when the shuttle’s ramp deployed and the one person Jegora had never expected to see descended from the transport.

It was Aeos.

In one surge of emotions Jegora felt both elated and terrified, joyous and angry. Then he met Aeos’ eyes, and all his thought scattered. He stood there dumbly as she approached. He noted, somewhere, that she no longer wore her symbols of Officer-ship. He would have to ask her about that sometime…

His thoughts trailed off again as suddenly Aeos was standing right in front of him. She looked him in the eyes, and then gave a slight smile, and Jegora was flung back into a maelstrom of emotions.

Things had suddenly gotten a lot more complicated.
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January 22, 2009 3:48:06 AM    View the profile of Jager 
Without to much haste Jager picked himself up off the shuttles seats. The garrisons medic had slapped a bandage across the partially disfigured corporals face and mentioned something about taking it easy, which judging by the way Jager looked wasn't going to happen for at least a week if not longer. The way he figured it the sooner they discover that there is nothing to discover here, the sooner they would be back to the barracks.

Before leaving the shuttle he took a flask out from his pack and had a quick drink, which then turned into quite a long drink as the mixture of blood and alcohol was an acquired taste. Picking his comlink up, he hailed Jori

"Jori, Red. Command tent, five minutes", an affirming double clicked soon followed which prompted Jager to get moving to the tent himself. Opening the shuttle door greeted Jager with a biting cold, freezing some of the blood that had soaked through the bandage. The garrison was quiet with its hundred or so troops wandering around either doing something or at least looking as if they were doing something. The roaring sound of the outside world flooded the hanger as the doors slide open. Jager looked over as the shuttle dropped its gear and touched down, but he didn't stop. Sure if the shuttle had touched down in the cafeteria then perhaps he would taken more notice, but it was a hanger.

Much to his expectations both Jori and Beta were standing around waiting for the others, both giving him a nod to which he replied in kind. 

"Find anything?" he queried, not really caring what the response was. Jori gave a half-shrug, half nod which meant that it probably wasn't anything of relative importance, or anything that would warrant a trip back. Both Jori and Beta looked past Jager, which signaled their fearless leaders arrival. Casually Jager turned and was met with quite a surprise. Of course, this surprise was the main reason that they were back here and not on leave and was also partially responsible for Jager's mangled nose.

"If it isn't Lieutenant Killer... or is it Private Killer now, I forget" he greeted with sarcastic delight as his disgraced former assistant squad leader, the now Sergeant Aeos, came into his sights. Jori gave Jager a quick nudge in the hopes that it would cease any further comments, but it would of taken more then a nudge to shut Jager up.

"Why'd they let you out... better yet, Why'd you come back here?" He continued, growing more irate ever second. "Shit, there are how many fucking squads in this Corps yet they send you back to us... Next time why don't you give us a heads up before you get all itchy fingered and give me a first hand look at the inside of our hostages head."

From the moment Jager had started his little rant the rest of the squad grew silent, either with the intent to stay out of it or as was the case with Jegora, holding back a steadily growing homicidal rage.

"Shut your mouth, Luth" he sneered,

"Or what, you'll sick her on me" Jager retorted, raising his right hand to the side of his head and pretending to shoot himself.

Jegora's eye twitched slightly, "I said shut it"

Jager paused momentarily and raised both his arms up a little. He was tired, sore so self control mattered very little to him. "We were all there, she just up and shot that asshole.... Yet you still defend the bitch"

As the last syllables rolled of his tongue a twinge of regret ran  down his spine. The Corellian was taller and larger then Jager, yet he was still fast. Fast enough that Jager had no time to block or even dodge the swing, which caught him on the right cheek and knocked him off balance. Jager landed on his hands and knee's, disorientated from the blow. A small pool of blood had begun to form from the wound on his nose reopening.

The rest of the squad stood in shock, although a few of them had probably wanted to do the same to Jager at one point or another. Slowly he picked himself up off the ground and wiped the blood from his bottom lip.

"Ahh, So now that your guardian Angel isn't around to hold you back your all macho, huh?" he began, rolling his head back.

"Jager..." Aeos called, obviously demanding that he leave this be. A call that was echoed by Jori as well, though far more incenserarly

"No, no no no... you two stay out of this. Let the man finish what he started back on base" It was clear to everyone involved that Jager was getting in over his head, that is, clear to everyone except Jager. He'd had his share of overwhelming odds in the past, odds which proved to be to much but every loss made him a little stronger.

"Well?" Jager asked the now furious Jegora, "Are you going to hit me, or just stand around looking like an asshole"

The comment had done what he had intended, Jegora took another swing at the battered Corporal, who this time was prepared. The fist passed a few inches from his face, giving Jager ample opportunity to knee the raging sergeant in the stomach. A maneuver which had little effect, save throwing his assailant into a more violent rage. A second punch struck Jager in the ribs which Jegora followed by kicking the winded corporal to the ground.

"Dammit Jeg, enough" Aeos barked as she tired to pull him back. Jori helped Jager back to his feet, trying to hide a smile so to not add to the situation. Within seconds of getting back to his feet Jager continued with his insults and taunts. As bad as he looked, he had been in worse shape and he wasn't going to let Jegora have the satisfaction of beating him.

"That's right" he called, spitting blood at his feet "Run away, let someone else fight your battles"

Again Jegora flew at Jager, and again Jager was prepared. As he was helped back to his feet he had managed to grabbed a handful of snow, dirt and concrete fragments. It wasn't going to physically effect the now charging sergeant, but it would hopefully throw him a bit giving Jager a second opportunity for a hit. The hand full of dirt was deployed as Jegora came within a few steps of his victim, as intended it caught him right in the eyes. The man let out what was best described as a roar as he swiped wildly at where the corporal had been standing.

The plan was simple, get behind Jeg and win... It was possibly the best he could come up with given the multiple blows to the head and broken nose.

"Enough!" Aeos screamed, almost immediately the two stopped fighting and turned. A move which Jager regretted. The "bitch" comment had obviously had more of an effect on her then he had first gathered. Upon turning he was almost shocked to not be greeted by the considerate and understanding face that he had expected, instead he was met by four knuckles and an expression similar to Jegora's. 

A biting cold and a taste of blood were the first things to greet Jager when he came to. It took a few moments for him to regain his bearings, discovering that he was now back in the shuttle with his nose re-bandaged. Slowly he ran a hand across his face, it was clear that he wasn't going to be winning any beauty pageants anytime soon. Taking a cigarette out of a crumpled packet he had in his pocket the battered and bloodied corporal lent back and put his feet up. Sure he may have lost the battle, but it was not a total loss. His actions had most likely excluded him for any further group activities for the rest of this little outing. Taking a quick drag on his cigarette he lent back further and placed his hands behind his head, 'Now I can at least get some rest" he exhaled, sending a puff of smoke out through the bandage covering his nose.
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January 25, 2009 12:52:49 AM    View the profile of Jegora 
The Jesters’ second trip to Anteevy was turning out much like the first on had: quick and shitty. After Jager had been more or less incapacitated from the combined efforts of Jegora and Aeos the remaining Jesters had proceeded to search through the after-action reports. Finding nothing of value they resigned themselves to scouting out the lower levels of the facility. It turned out that those levels not destroyed in the attack and its explosive aftermath contained unimportant and trivial facilities. It looked like the trip to Anteevy had been a waste of time.

After their exploration of the lower levels Jegora found himself sitting in a tent with Aeos, trying to think of something to say that would break the tension between the two. While they had had something to keep them busy there had been a mutual understanding that questions and answers would come later. Now it was later and neither one of them wanted to talk about what had happened on Tadath, although they both felt obligated to explain themselves. So they simply sat in uneasy silence, each waiting for the other to say something and break the ice. Every now and then one would open their mouth as if to say something, and then close it abruptly. It was awkward, and it was going nowhere fast.

The situation continued like that for some time, until eventually the tent flap was pushed aside and Jori stuck his head in. He seemed hesitant to enter, as if wary that he would get injured if he did so; he probably wasn’t wrong.

None the less, enter he did. He even spoke, the first sound to be made inside the tent since Jegora and Aeos had entered it nearly half an hour ago. “Jager’s awake,” the newly minted Sergeant told the two senior non-coms.

Jegora just nodded, but Aeos stood up to follow Jori out. As the two left the tent, Jori in an undeniable hurry and Aeos only slightly less so, Jegora let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. Slowly he stood up, unwilling to leave the tent, but he had little choice. He really had to check on Jager, and then begin to make preparations to get off this rock.

Jager was the bigger problem. It was obvious to everyone that the two really didn’t like each other, but now their verbal bantering had turned into a physical altercation. No one, including Jegora and Jager, knew what was going to happen next. It was uncharted territory for everyone involved, and the next few hours and days were going to be very, very interesting.

Surprisingly, though, Jegora bore Jager no more ill will after the fight than he had before. In fact, it was possible that he was slightly less angry with the other man. It seemed that injuring Jager had allowed Jegora to let off some steam and cool his temper. Even Aeos’ presence didn’t bother him as much as it did before. He felt calmer, more relaxed. He felt good.

Unfortunately the same probably couldn’t be said for Jager. Jegora bore the other man no ill will, but he didn’t think Jager felt the same. During the fight with Jegora the man had been hit repeatedly in the ribs and face, and then Aeos had literally put him to sleep with a vicious blow that had caught him off guard. The medics had said that Jager would be fine, but the man seemed to be taking a particularly long time in waking up. Personally Jegora felt that the corporal was appreciating the attention just a little too much and had decided to postpone his recovery. Wisely, though, Jegora decided to keep that opinion to himself, as he had no wish to do anymore damage to his relationship with his squad mate.

Jegora crossed the camp to the small tent they had laid Jager in, but he never made it. As Jegora approached the tent its flap opened and out came Jager, fully clothed and apparently ready to go. Jegora altered his course, not wishing to talk with Jager at that particular moment. As good as he might be feeling Jegora knew that conversation wouldn’t end well, especially right at that moment, so soon after their fight.

So instead he moved off to where Jori, Beta, and Aeos were standing, only a few yards away. As he approached he caught snippets of a conversation concerning whether or not the other Jesters would have to restrain Jegora or Jager, or both, for the trip home. Jegora just grinned and kept walking, moving right for the group. Aeos was facing Jegora’s direction and must have seen him coming, but she gave no outward sign. Beta and Jori, however, were facing away. With an evil grin Jegora walked up behind Jori, put his head over his shoulder and his lips right up against the other mans ear, and whispered, “Boo.”

The effect was instantaneous. Jori jumped and staggered forward, while Beta started and nearly fell. Aeos snickered, obviously trying not to laugh aloud. Even Jager, who was fast approaching the group, had to smile. For his part Jegora was grinning from ear to ear.

“Don’t do that!” Beta exclaimed, still trying to catch his balance. Jori looked from Aeos to Jegora and then back to Aeos.

“Why didn’t you tell us he was right there?” Jori demanded.

Aeos just shrugged. “This was more entertaining.”

Jegora’s smile just widened. “You should have seen the looks on your faces,” he said.

Evidently Jager had had enough of the fun. “Yeah, yeah, you scared him, big deal. When are we getting of this shithole of a planet?”

“As soon as the crew gets the shuttle primed and I have a chat with the garrison commander here. You all might as get on board now,” Jegora answered. “No sense in putting this off any longer.”

Getting nods all around, even from Jager, Jegora turned and began to glance around, searching for the garrison commander. He finally spotted the man, but he was clear at the other end of the camp. Unwilling to travel that entire distance, Jegora stood there, trying to figure out what to do. As he watched the garrison commander go about his business Jegora heard the shuttle fire up its massive engines. The noise echoed throughout the chamber, and the garrison commander just happened to look up. Jegora began to wave frantically, trying to get the man’s attention.

It worked. The other man gave a slight wave, and Jegora took that as permission to leave. Not that they really needed permission, but formalities were nice sometimes. Wasting no time Jegora jogged to the shuttles ramp, just in time to intercept Aeos as she began to ascend into the bowels of the ship. Action on sheer impulse Jegora grabbed her by the waist and kissed her full on the lips.

After a long second Jegora detached his lips from hers, but still held her close. They stood like that for what seemed like several minutes, simply looking into each others’ eyes. They might have stayed like that for even longer but Jori interrupted them once again.

“Ahem,” Jori said, clearing his throat. Immediately Jegora and Aeos separated. Aeos quickly climbed the ramp, with Jegora following close behind. As he passed Jori he noticed the young sergeant was grinning ear from ear. Jegora met the Zabrak’s gaze and held it, willing the younger man to feel his utter displeasure at being interrupted at that particular moment.

It seemed to work for Jori’s smile slipped and he turned back and took his seat in the crew cabin. Jegora followed, making a short stop to inform the pilot and copilot that they were all on board. He then walked slowly back to the crew quarters, where he took a seat next to Aeos.

She didn’t seem to mind.

Just like the arrival trip the Jester’s were all asleep within minutes of lift off. Such is the way of an experienced soldier, to take sleep whenever the opportunity presents itself. Even so, Jegora managed to hold out long enough to watch Aeos fall asleep, her head on his shoulder. He began to slowly drift off, and the arrival of sleep was punctuated by one last thought.

Maybe this trip wasn't such a waste after all.
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January 25, 2009 1:16:40 AM    View the profile of Sniping101 
“Well, if it isn’t the one who redecorates with a brain. Literally.” Snipes said, a cigarette sticking from his mouth.

Aeos held Jeg back with an arm as he began to speak and step forward, “Well if it isn’t the mad dog, who kills indiscriminately” Snipes tossed his head back, his reputation was unavoidable, but still he stared down his nose and cigarette at Aeos and Jegora, “You’d of done the same.”

“Pah! Give me my credit, I’d of turned him into lunch meat, but much slower and more painfully, and I wouldn’t of used a gun,” Snipes eyes were wide and a wide grin across his face, “ Should I give you an example?”

“Snipes!” Angel yelled, similarly stalling him with an arm and a sidelong glare. “ Shut up.”

“Whatever you say boss.” Snipes said with a grimace and turned away, walking to the awaiting speeder.

He was almost out of earshot when Aeos and Angel started talking. Almost.

“Why did you bring him here?”

“I thought you two were friends,” Angel said with a shrug, “and it was on the way back from the prison.”

“We. . .” Aeos started, glanced to the ground, then back to Angels face and continued, “We were. He seems to have changed.”

“Snipes hasn’t changed in years, he’s probably just pissy about something stupid?”

By then Snipes was out of earshot and back in the waiting speeder. Speeders he understood. It seemed that every time he thought he understood a person he was shown just how little he knew. Speeders, however, had never betrayed him, since the day he’d learned how they’d worked they’d never really changed. He was starting to wonder if he shouldn’t become a speeder fixing hermit. The thought made him laugh. Snipes had to be involved with things like this or he’d go crazy. . .er.

By the time he had the speeder ready to go the other group was piling in. It wasn’t a roomy speeder, a sports model only meant to carry two people with a small token back seat, somehow they shoved everyone in. It was tight, and some disgruntled looking corporal with a bandage on his face was crammed between Snipes and Angel in the front. Snipes grunted when they were all loaded and hit the accelerator.

The air flew past them, Snipes wasn’t holding back, he was actually extremely disgruntled. It would be hard to carry on conversation, Snipes however had someone right next to his head and wasn’t in any mood to continue working.

“Hey! You!” Snipes yelled, trying to get over the sound of rushing air.

“Me?!” the guy next to him yelled back.

“Yeah! You! Are you as sick of this game as I am?!”

“What game?!”

“Oh shut it, you want to grab a quick drink?!”

The man eyed him somewhat suspiciously, but Snipes put on his best smile, and he had many smiles.

“Yeah. . .!”

“Great, once we drop these downers off I’ll show you a place!”

Snipes had a wicked grin spread across his face. He wanted to get drunk. Feelings were starting to break into his conscious and that meant drinking had to be done or he might be forced to face all the things he should be feeling but kept delightfully repressed.

They dropped the rest of the squad off after a ride that seemed way too long to Snipes. Snipes had insisted the Jager one stay with him to help with a branch of investigation. Snipes didn’t mention it was going to take place in a bar; and as Jager found out moments later a very seedy bar. If one didn’t know it was there they would miss it, it appeared little more than a hole in a wall. Somehow it was still Snipes favorite bar.

“Don’t mention you’re a soldier, don’t mention you work for the government, you might get deader than you’d like.” Snipes tried to offer some advice before they entered, Jager just shrugged. “Great! You’ll love this place!”

Snipes lead the way into the bar. It was dark, seedy types populated it, playing cards, smoking, despite the Empires ban on smoking in such places, and generally making miscreants of themselves. Snipes lead the way to an empty table in the corner.

He recognized the waitress that came to serve them, he gave her a flippant smile, “Hey babe, you know what I want.”

“Double corellien whiskey, hold the stones?”

Snipes nodded, looked at his companion and smiled. Jager just shrugged, not so much out of his element, as unsure of his position in this setting.

“Two, at least, babe.” Snipes said with the same smile.

She returned it and scurried off.

* * *

“Bitch should of told me!” Snipes yelled, tossing an empty glass towards the bar.

“Bah! Screw the bitch, it’s that Jeg that pisses me off.” Jager said, a slight slur in his words.

“Oh screw Jeg, he’s just a tool. You would think you could form a decent friendship with someone based on professional courtesy and mutual boredom and then BAM! Stabbed right in the back!” A waitress scurried towards Snipes table with more drinks.

“What the hell is your problem then?”

“My problem!? Seriously thought we were friends, and I’m an asshole, I don’t choose friends easily. God damn I am pissed.”

“Oh quit bitching, do I need to get you a tampon?”

“Oh yes, make jokes, god damn Corporals.”

“Oh hey mister First Sergeant, you can go straight to hell.”

They’d both had a few too many drinks, and maybe that was the beginning of the end, but Snipes knew that with such an energetic start they wouldn’t consider it finished until passed out in a gutter; or atleast Snipes wouldn’t. He was in too poor of a mood, too surly, and felt far too much like hurting somebody. Sadly for him fights were the only major taboo of that bar, it was what kept the eyes of the authorities elsewhere. Snipes liked the bar far too much to jeopardize that.

A moment of drunken silence settled over them and Snipes was forced, much to his distaste, into contemplation. He wanted to understand what had happened, but he was also more than a little angry that Aeos had not kept him in the loop. He valued his friends much above anything else, and he had thought that was mutual. He wanted his friends to be able to come to him for anything. He could get them in to trouble, sure, but he could also get them out. He could of done something, he wasn’t really sure what.
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January 26, 2009 10:50:41 PM    View the profile of Brightstar 
Bright looked down at her datapad to be sure the address she was standing in front of was the correct one. She had just spent the last day searching all known data bases for the mysterious tattoo woman that was her lead. Whoever had covered the woman's trail had been good indeed. It was only by chance that Bright had managed to find this address at all.

She stuck her datapad back into her pack and walked forward. There was know alarm system and the only security feature was the digital combination lock on the door. That took Brightstar only a matter of moments before she had hacked the numbers. The correct code entered, the durasteel door slid open.

The entry way was dark, and Bright felt a small shiver run up her spine. She really hoped she wouldn't run into a nasty surprise around one of those shadowy corners. Bright entered fishing out a glowrod and activating it. The light did little more than make the shadows longer and more ominous.

Get a grip, Rain! Bright thought, silently berating herself. You aren't afraid of the dark so what is your problem? For a moment the question hung in Bright's mind, and just as quickly as she asked it she pushed it away. Feeling like she was loosing her mind, Bright pushed forward into a much larger living space.

It was in this room that a horrendus stench reached the young woman's nostrils. Her free hand immediately went to cover her nose as she started breathing through her mouth. She looked around the room and found the light switch. Flipping it on, Bright looked for the source of her inconvienience.

There, around the front of the battered sofa, lay a young woman. Dark hair, shoulder length, was plastered to the woman's face, and she was bloated and pale with death, but even through that Bright could see the she had once been pretty.  Bright crouched beside the body and used her glowrod to push the hair away from the woman's neck. There was the letter T in Huttese tattooed just below her ear. That was enough to confirm that this was the woman that Bright had been looking for, but being the cautious person that she was, Bright lifted one eyelid. Not that she could tell the woman's eye color now with the pale blue film of death having covered them.

"Great." The sergeant breathed. "You just had to be dead when I found you. Talk about making my job hell." Bright sat back on her haunches, let out a deep breath and pulled out her commlink.

First she called the morgue's best medical examiner and employed her to pick up, and examine the woman's body. Next she commed Angel. "Angel, this is Bright. I found the woman I was looking for."

"Thats great, Bright. Bring her in so I can question her will you." Angel said.

"Well, You'll have to catch up with the M.E. then, because she's on her way the morgue."

The soundof disappointment was evident in Angel's voice as he replied, "Will do. Stay at the residence and collect whatever evidence you can. I'll send someone shortly to help you. Good work."

"Thanks, Boss. Bright out."

With her leave to collect whatever evidence she could, Bright set straight to work, starting with the room where she had found the body after she had cleared the rest of the residence.

============

The living area had proved to be a good place to start. Bright had collected several foreign fibers from the area around where the body had been and a small piece of white substance that looked as if it had been chipped off of something.

The table in front of the sofa yeilded several fingerprints and a palm print. Also Bright collected a couple of flimsiplast notes that might or might not reveal something about this otherwise unknown woman and possibly who she worked for or her killer. Bright also collected both present datapads, and the empty glass on the woman's side of the table.  On the opposite side of the table Bright dumped the remaining liquid from the other glass into a sample dish and then collected the glass as well.

After an hour of going over every inch of that living area, Bright's promised help came. It was the shadow in the  doorway that made the red head look up. Her violet eyes widened for a moment before she hid her feelings again. Inside she was both surprised and relieved.

"Your in my light." She said lightly as if she had been expecting the other woman all along. The blond woman moved out of the light and Bright tweezed out a piece of gravel out of the ugly bantha rug she had been going over, dropping the small bit into a bindle before looking back up at her guest. Or  guests. Aeos was not alone.

"You know. I can't tell you just how glad I am to see you. For more than one reason." Bright said to Aeos as she allowed her friend to help her up. "The kitchen needs a good going over, if you would please, Jori. I don't think you'll find much but, collect anything that looks suspicious." Bright said to the other person who had come. "Ae, would you like the bedroom or the refresher room?" Bright asked as Jori grinned and walked into the small kitchen.

"I'd rather have seen to the body but the bathroom sounds as if it could be fun." Aeos replied shrugging.

"Then I get the bedroom. Aren't I lucky." Bright said sighing in mock sarcasm. "I think Angel is with the body. Not that I think they'll learn much from it. But hell we could use any lead we can get."

Aeos nodded as she headed into the bathroom. Bright took to the bedroom a few moments later.
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January 27, 2009 9:41:08 PM    View the profile of Angel 
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Short one from me. I have a shitload of specs to grade, so eff-off :P


"So what exactly are we dealing with here."

The rubber gloves snapped as Angel pulled them over his hands. He had arrived at the morgue just minutes before the body. As soon as Brightstar informed him of the state of her suspect, he beelined to the hoping to observe the autopsy to ensure he learned as much as he could. The dead woman was laid out on the slab before him, her skin the pale blue hue of death.

The medical droid removed the plastic cover from the body, revealing the complete form of the woman."Female human, 27 years of age. Brown hair, blue eyes. Approximately one point eight meters tall, sixty-three kilograms in weight."

Shrugging to himself, Angel observed that she wouldn't have been a bad piece of ass, were she still alive. "Time of death?" He asked.

The medical droid shoved a long metal probe into the woman's stomach and waited a few seconds. "Liver temperature indicates death approximately 29 standard hours ago." The droid retracted the probe with a sickly sound that even made Angel cringe a bit. Reaching out with it's free hand, the droid held a scanner over the body and slowly slept it over the length.

"There appear to be nineteen stab wounds on her chest, back and abdomen. However, they do not appear to be of the depth needed for fatality."

"So she was tortured?" Angel inquired, knowing full well the droid was not qualified to answer that question. "What was the cause of death then?"

"Initial exam indicates asphyxiation caused by a clogging of the trachea." The med-droid responded in its usual monotonous voice. It had switched from the temperature probe in it's right hand to a laser-cutter. The droid moved it's arm in a precise motion, and slit the body's throat. Its free hand moved the head back like a candy dispenser, while it's fingers plucked an object out of the woman's throat.

"What in the name of the Sith is that?" Angel asked, reaching for the blood smeared object.

"Unknown entomological organism. Initial scan reveals carapace exoskeleton." Crossing the room, the droid dropped the insect into a jar of some unknown chemical agent. Shaking the jar gently, the liquid cleansed the blood, mucus, and bile from the bug. Once it was clean, the droid carefully removed the insect and placed it into a sealed plastic bag labeled "EVIDENCE."

"That bug caused her death?" The medical droid merely nodded in response, handing the sealed bag to Angel. The Jester squad leader's head started to ache. None of this was making any sense. Why would someone torture a woman, only to kill her by shoving a bug down her throat...Obviously the bug was a statement, but of what he didn't know. Lifting the bag closer to his face, he examined the large insect.

"You sure are an ugly little bugger." Angel said, poking it with a finger. Turning back towards the body of the woman, Angel produced a small image-recorder from his pocket. Zooming in on the woman's tattoo, he took a quick snapshot. After another close-up of the bug, he attached the image-recorded to his datapad. Tapping a few keys, he quickly sent both images to a secured console aboard the Divinity, along with a coded message.

"Send me anymore results you find." Angel ordered the bot. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. If anyone could decipher this puzzle, it would be them.
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January 28, 2009 8:08:02 PM    View the profile of Jori 
Looking around, Jori grimaced and rubbed his stomach as it rumbled loudly. Licking his lips, he started rummaging through the kitchen, looking for food even though he knew he shouldn't be eating anything from a crime scene. He went to open a drawer and frowned as it refused to budge. Crouching down, he examined it closely to see if anything was different. Finding no distinguishing characteristics, he stepped back and narrowed his eyes, thinking of how he was to get the drawer open. He considered basing it in, but that would cause way too much damage to it so he scratched that idea. Suddenly, he had an idea. Leaning down, he pushed the drawer up, but was disappointed when it didn't work. Angry, he kicked at it, but jumped back when a loud click sounded and it sprang open, hitting his foot and knocking him off balance. Swaying back and forth for a few moments, Jori slowly regained his balance and walked over to the now open drawer. Reaching in, he pulled out a piece of flimsi. Frowning, he searched through the whole drawer, but that was all he found. All it had written on it was seven numbers: 1522343. Shrugging, he bagged it and continued searching through the kitchen. All he found was a few crumbs and another blank flimsi.

Weird. I figured I would at least found some food. But it looks like nobody has even lived here for a couple years. Might be note-worthy.

Mentally shrugging, Jori walked back out of the kitchen and looked for Aeos. Not finding her, he  figured that she was already in the bedroom and headed that way. Finding her in there, he handed the baggie to her and told her about how he found it.

“So, you need any help in here?” Jori asked hesitantly.

Shrugging, Ae turned, “Help yourself to any part of the room.”

Nodding, Jori turned and started examining a holobook and holovid shelf. Sliding his hand up into it, he smiled slightly when he felt a large bump in the grain of the red wood. Poking and prodding it for a moment, he pushed it in and heard a slight click. Noticing nothing out of the ordinary, he touched the book and froze as he noticed a small hole in the back that hadn't been there before. Quickly, he took three holobooks out and looked at it. It was sunk into the wall and had a number pad on it. Amazed, Jori stepped back and looked over to where Aeos was standing.

“Uh... Aeos? I found something that you might need to see.” Jori said.
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January 29, 2009 5:32:39 PM    View the profile of Jegora 
Pushing the Datapad away, Jegora sighed softly. He had just finished his report on the excursion to Anteevy, and he was feeling rather depressed. With the utter failure of the mission the only thing he had truly had to report were the physical altercations that had taken place between the various members of the squad—namely Jager, Aeos, and Jegora himself. Unfortunately Jegora’s strict sense of duty and honor wouldn’t allow him to edit THAT particular incident out, even though he really, really wanted to.

It was too late now; Angel would already have the report on his datapad. For good or ill, Jegora had to accept responsibility for his actions, and even though he didn’t feel particularly sorry about it he figured there would be some sort of disciplinary action at a later date.

He wasn’t really looking forward to it.

To make matters worse Aeos had disappeared. She had slipped away shortly after their arrival on Tadath, and Jegora didn’t know where she had gone or what she was doing. He felt her loss on an almost physical level, and that disturbed him more than her actual disappearance. Jegora wasn’t use to actually missing his squad mates.

He wondered briefly if his and Aeos’ relationship (if you could call it a relationship) was going to be a problem for the squad. In the end he decided it didn’t matter. They would deal with that problem when it actually became a problem. Jegora had too much to think about without worrying over what might happen.

Jegora may have had a lot to think about, but he had little to actually do. The rest of the squad was off doing one thing or another, pursuing leads and such, but Jegora had little to do. He wasn’t a detective, and he had no experience with forensics work, and that made him next to useless at the moment.

Rising from the table he had been using as a makeshift desk, Jegora wracked his brain for any ideas on how to help the investigation. He had come up with absolutely nothing when his comlink suddenly beeped. Jegora slid the device off his belt and accepted the call. It was his squad leader.

“Jeg, this is Angel. I found something curious here, and I’m going to follow it up,” Angel said.

Jegora kept silent, knowing there was probably more. It turned out there was more, and after a second of silence Angel continued. “Take Bright and talk to Jana. I doubt she knows anything useful, but we need to cover all our bases.”

Now Jegora spoke. “Roger that boss. I’ll get back to you if I find anything.”

With that the comlink beeped again, signifying that the link had closed. Jegora picked up his datapad and typed out a quick message to Bright. He didn’t know where she was, but he told her to meet him at the safe house the Corps had stashed Jana in. With that Jegora left the Jester barracks and walked a hundred yards to the company garage. Signing out a particularly sleek looking speeder, Jegora left the compound far behind.

***

When he arrived at the safe house another speeder was already parked outside, which meant that Bright was probably already inside. It made sense; she had probably been doing forensics work somewhere in the city, while Jegora was forced to drive in clear from he base.

Haphazardly parking the speeder Jegora got out and took the stairs up to the front door two at a time. He knocked sharply once, and then waited impatiently for the door to slide open. As it did he slipped inside as quickly as possible, feeling exposed on the porch of the house.

As he made the transition from the bright sunlight outside to the dim light inside Jegora blinked his eyes several times, allowing his eyes adjust to the new light. Once his eyes finally adjusted he could make out Bright’s form sitting on a couch next to Jana. Taking a seat in one of the other chairs, Jegora got straight to the point.

“What did I miss?” he asked gruffly.

Bright just shook her head, and then inclined her head towards Jana. Taking a second look at the former enemy slicer Jegora noticed that her eyes were red rimmed and her face pale. She had obviously been recounting events that were painful to remember.

Taking a deep breath, Jegora tried again, this time with a little more tact. “Alright, let’s start over then. For the sake of time, let’s skip right to Frozt.” He brought up a picture of the enemy slicer, post-death, and showed the image to Jana. “Does he look familiar?”

Jana shook her head once, and then turned away. Bright shot Jegora a dirty look, and then spoke softly to Jana. For his part Jegora was having a hard time holding on to his patience. The girl knew something. He just had to figure out what.
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January 31, 2009 1:18:03 AM    View the profile of Jager 
Jager lay mostly comatose on the table, a puddle of saliva the only thing keeping his cheek off the unforgivingly hard plastisteel. A brooding silence mixed with the a thin mist created by the occupants cigarettes hung in the air giving the bar a very welcoming feel. Welcoming to Jager that was. It had been a long day, a day he would like to have forgotten, but circumstances being what they were that was probably not going to happen. The phrase "Disciplinary action" had lost all meaning to the corporal, as had the word "Insubordination". There was nothing they could really do to him that would have any lasting effect, and if there was he would liked to see it. A demotion meant little as the standard pay for a Corporal and the standard pay for a Private was more or less the same, and since a promotion seemed a bit of a stretch it didn't much matter what he was.

The only question he had was why Aeos had hit him. The bitch comment was a bit harsh, but so was having three showers to get the smell of hot brain out of ones hair. Jager put it down to one of two things, Either she had finally had enough of his garbage or she saw it as the only way to stop the fight. But what's done was done, now all he had to do was avoid the two until he or both of them were killed or left Jester... which ever came first.

A beep from a datapad, followed by a sharp nudge broke Jager from his sleep.

"Get up, we're going" Snipes announced in a doughy fashion,

Jager remained stationary in the hopes that Snipes would just leave him there. Snipes had another idea though. A hand grabbed at the back of his collar and with a quick yank Jager was brought to his feet. For a brief moment the room spun, he had never gotten up from a drunken nap so quickly and now he could see why.

"Come on, Come on..." the first sergeant began as he pushed Jager towards the door. "Get your shit together in the speeder"

It was still daylight, much to his resentment. "Wha.. whats the rush" the disorientated Corporal mumbled as he was guided over to the speeder parked just down the street from the bar. Though it felt like a good few kilometers. Upon boarding the speeder, the two simply sat there....

"You have to turn it on... just incase you were wondering" Jager quipped after regaining a small amount of composure and lighting a cigarette, which Snipes quickly liberated right out from the doughy Corporals grip. Jager contemplated hitting the Sergeant, but he had already gotten his ass kicked once today. Instead he simply mumbled something that sounded like  "lets go" and dropped his head back.

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The speeder stopped abruptly outside an apartment block. Lacking any real enthusiasm Jager sat up and looked around. The street was peaceful and generic. Empty speeders lined the street from end to end accompanied by the occasional light pole which seemed to grow out of the pavement.

"Listen..." Jager began in a no-nonsense tone "I think this relationship is moving to fast. I'm not the kind of girl to put out on the first date." his head clear enough to form such sarcastic drivel. Snipes slowly shook his head,

"Please, I have standards... Ae told us to meet her here."

"Wonderful" The corporal murmured. If Ae was here, then there was a good chance of Jegora being here and he was far to sloppy to be around either.

"Tell you what, Sergeant. I'm gonna hold the fort outside and you can go in. How does that sound"

Snipes cackled, "You're just afraid she's gonna kick your ass again."

"Something like that" he shot back as he climbed out of the speeder and stretched. It was a lovely day for those who weren't wedged between what may have been a concussion and what was definitely the first indication of a hangover.

"Whats inside?"

Snipes took another quick look at his datapad "Ae, Jori and a dead body"

"Pass... I'm not in the mood" Jager retorted, leaning back on the speeder, "I saw a new stand a street over... I could use the walk"

"Suit yourself, I'm almost out of smokes anyway" Snipes stated in a lackluster tone. "Go buy me some, your shout"

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The walk to and from the news stand was deceptively long, but it gave Jager more time to gather himself. The idea that Jester squad had now become a crime scene investigation unit sickened and confused him. Mainly because he was woefully unprepared for it as basic only taught him how to kill not to determine how someone was killed. The idea that he had split his nose open twice on a mission that was supposed to involve little or no violence also annoyed him, but then again it gave him an excuse to not do his job.

The street was still dead quite, as bad a pun as it was. Taking a few slow drags of his cigarette, Jager took a seat on a concrete porch two doors down from the apartment.  He needed something to do... anything, preferable involving weapons fire. Outside of an actual squad mission Jager was more or less a waste of space, the thought of which drove him to drink... thus making him a self destructive waste of space. The very idea that he was caught in such a vicious cycle only helped push his little habit along.

It was while he was mulling things over when he saw her, just out of the corner of his eye. At first he took no real notice. A civilian off base was nothing to get excited about, but there was something about her movements that screamed "suspicious" and prompted Jager to further investigate.

The suspicious women stood just inside an alley between two houses, making it almost to easy to double back and appear at the opposite end of the alley. A task that was made even easier by her attention being fully locked on the apartment Aeos and the others were occupying. Taking an unlit cigarette out of his jacket he approached her,

"Got a light" he queried no more then two steps away from her. Jager had never seen someone so on edge before, the women practically jumping a few feet in the air as she spun to meet the corporal standing behind her, an unlit cigarette wedged between his index and middle finger. He had pegged this going on of two ways, she would either pepper spray him and call for help or she would light his cigarette. Which only added to his surprise when a swift right hook caught him across the face, opening the nose wound that had only just been resealed.

The women then took off, shouting into what Jager guessed was a communicator that she had been discovered. Shaking off the blow the trooper gave chase. This was a chance to finally get some action, yet assist the squad in playing detective. She was fast, much faster then Jager but she continually stopped at each street corner to check where she was. If her shouting was any indication, she was trying to make it to a pick-up point, Jager was going to have to act fast if he was going to catch her.

He pulled out all the stops but it still wasn't enough to make up the lost ground. He was going to need help. Fumbling with his pad he managed to get a connection to Jori,

"What?" the newly promoted sergeant asked with limited enthusiasm.

"Kid, shut up. Get Snipes, Get Ae, fucking get anyone" Jager demanded

"I outrank you now, Corporal. So show som.."

"I don't give a shit!, heading north off of 120th and 90. Pull your finger out!" Jager finished, mashing his hand against the pad in a haphazard attempt to cut the connection. She was slowly pulling away from Jager who was starting to feel the effects of the little outing he had with Snipes. If someone didnt show up soon, he was going to lose her.

Two streets later she broke from the street and began moving down an alley. It was almost over, Jager could feel it, she was going to get away and there wasn't a damn thing he could do. A fence that had been erected a few feet down the alley obstructed her and Jager's path, a fence which the women gracefully cleared in a few quick movements. Jager on the other hand struggled, throwing himself over the top to make up for lost time.

He hit the ground with a thud and hastily picked himself up. His options were limited which called for something drastic. Drawing his revolver the corporal readied it to fire. His aim was shocking at best, the barrel of the weapon drifting from one extreme to the other, but this was his only chance. The first two shots missed their mark, one bouncing off the pavement and another shattering a parked speeders window. The woman's pace quickened, she was almost clear of the alley and her purser. Jager cut his loses and squeezed of the remaining four rounds in the weapon. The hail of bullets cut through the alley and out onto the busy street. The first, second and third missed by a steady margin but just as she had made it to the end of the alley the forth round found its mark.

A shoulder wound, nothing serious, but still enough to stop someone of her stature. She stumbled at first, her momentum not dissipating which made it a challenge to keep her balance. A satisfied smile covered across Jager's face, now it was only a matter of walking up and and more or less sitting on her until a fellow Jester or security force officer picked the two up. It was all coming up roses, he lowered his revolver and slowly made his way towards the women. He had to hand it to her, she was determined. Even with a wound as painful as that she still didn't want to go down.

It was then she made a mistake. She could have gotten up and made it at least four doors down the street before collapsing, but instead she decided that crossing the street was her only chance. The sound of a body slamming into the front of a speeder was disturbing, the dull metallic thud echoed down the alley like thunder.

A wave of disbelief hit him, this was the second time that such an incident had happened... he must have been cursed. After a several moments of self-loathing he got back to his feet and went to examine the tragic event that had befallen the women.

Jager had thought the worst was over. She was dead, not much he could do about it... but he was wrong... a burning rage seemed to well up from the very pit of his stomach when he reached the street and saw the body, or more importantly, the man standing over her.

"I didn't see her, she just came out from behind that speeder." the Iridonian stammered in a panic as he quickly checked her pulse. A crowd had formed around the crash, but a crowd was not going to stop an obviously infuriated Corporal from eviscerating the driver of the familiar looking speeder.

"Lekrif, you stupid son of a bitch. I'm going to fucking murder you!" Jager cried as he made his way through the crowd. Jori looked up from the body in surprise,

"Jager, wha... oh shit"

Jager shoved an onlooker out of the way, bringing him with a few meters of the Sergeant when the crowd quickly dissipated.

"Hold it right there, buddy. Drop the weapon and kiss the ground" A voice ordered from his six o'clock.

The weapons fire and subsequent vehicular homicide had gotten the attention of the local authorities who arrived to find Jager, gun in hand, threatening to kill someone. Dropping the weapon to the ground then dropping to his knee's Jager looked up at Jori, who was waving his Imperial ID around,  and sneered. Something told him that Jori wasn't going to tell the officer's that he was an Imperial as well,

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January 31, 2009 3:59:18 AM    View the profile of Sniping101 
Snipes came running down the alley, he could see the crowd, he could barely make out Jager being arrested and he could make out the form of a woman, spread out on the pavement. He quickened his pace seeing this and finally burst through the crowd.

The very first thing he did was pull Jager to his feet by the very back of his jacket, then shot the security officer a glare that would make most men piss themself and cry for thier mother. In the officers credit he didn't, but Snipes also didn't care, his close proximity made him the perfect target for a closed fist backhand to lower side of the jaw. Snipes after that ignored him.

"Jager, you're supposed to be buying me cigarettes," Snipes strode over to the woman, not quite dead yet, but coughing up blood and bile, "not chasing women" Snipes started stomping on her lower ribs with his right foot. "I hate loose ends, I hate unreliable women and I hate being disturbed. God damn women." Snipes continued stomping on her ribs as she coughed up blood, bile and mucus. He finally got tired of it, sneered at her, the hooked his foot under her shoulder and spun her on her side.

"SNIPING101!" The security officer, finally recovering himself yelled.

"Eat shit and die, you clearly know me, so you know I'll make your life hell if you get in my way. No medic is going to get here in time." Snipes stood up and sighed. He was half drunk, half hungover and in a completely bad mood.

"Snipes." Jager said, he seemed to be trying to point, despite his hands being cuffed behind his back.

Snipes turned and looked at the woman. She wasn't in a good state, and at this point she had almost suffocated on her own fluid, but displayed on her neck, wide and open to everyone was a tattoo on her neck. It was the same tattoo as the man in the prison had talked about.

"Jori, go get Angel, Officer, get those cuffs off my man. Zabrek, stand there and look stupid." It was one of the singular problems Snipes frequently ran into, not everyone knew who he was, only about half of them has any idea who the wild eyed and unhappy looking first sergeant was.

Snipes took a step back from the quickly dieing body and stared into the sky. He was really waiting for Angel, he didn't know what the hell to do, he knew how to kill things, kill any things. His Thunder God had made his life and defined him, playing detective didn't work. He knew his old squad leader wanted it, but he was going to need to tell the Army Command that he fit only on battlefields. He watched the sinking sun and with it his stomach sank. He didn't want to be here, the more he thought about it the more he wanted to go out into the street and kick the dieing woman some more. He wasn't really mad at her, he was mad at his position.

It was only a matter of minutes, maybe half an hour, before Angel showed up. The idiot woman was almost dead by that point. Angel hopped out of the speeder Brightstar was driving however with no idea what exactly was going on, just a call to be there. Snipes could see it in his eyes and the way he moved, still confident, but unsure. Snipes knew it because many times before he had been much the same. Angel conversed with Jori and the somehow still cuffed Jager for a few minutes before taking a look at the dieing woman. She was only worth a few moments of consideration before Angel made his way to Snipes.

Snipes was standing near a building and Angels hand against his right shoulder shoved him against it. "Snipes, you should of known better, she might of been of use, what the hell man!? Ever since you've joined this investigation you've been nothing but a mill stone around out neck. What the hell is going on?"

Snipes was suddenly quite enraged, his eyes widened and his permenant grin widened, "Who cares!" Snipes yelled, "She pissed me off and got what she deserved!" Snipes lit another cigarette and crumpled the remains of the pack in his right hand, letting the remains fall to the ground, "I don't care if it does leave this investigation at a standstill, I am quite happy. Now you, Angel, go straight to hell."

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Angel bent over the dieing woman, there was nothing he could do for her at this point. She was languishing in a puddle of her own blood and bile. Hopeless and at this point incomplete. She tried to say something, but it only came out as a gurgled mess, might of sounded like 'help'.
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February 3, 2009 7:54:44 PM    View the profile of Jegora 
Another fifteen minutes of Bright’s gentle and Jegora’s not-so-gentle questioning had produced nothing but more tears. Jegora, who by nature wasn’t a very patient person, was nearing the end of his rope. Even Bright started to show signs of strain, but she kept her frustration well under control. Jegora couldn’t say the same.

Jana was recounting some childhood tale. Jegora didn’t really care, but he knew that the secret to interrogation was getting the subject to start talking about anything. The particulars could come later. Unfortunately, nearly all of Jegora’s interrogation experience involved torture, and so this whole ‘coax the information willingly out of a subject’ procedure was a completely new situation. He simply didn’t know what to say.

Turning his attention back to Jana, Jegora tried a different tact. He leaned forward, and then in one smooth motion reached out and grasped the woman’s head by her jaw, forcing her to look him in the eyes. He continued to look Jana directly in the eyes as he spoke, his voice emanating menace. It was safe to say that the combination of his cold grey eyes, his strong grip on her jaw, and his terrifying voice grabbed the slicer’s attention.

“Listen to me,” Jegora said in that soft, terrible voice. Even Bright was silent as she watched events unfold. “You have one chance, and one chance only to tell me exactly what you know. If you lie, I’ll know. If you hold anything back, I’ll know. If you even think of giving me false information, I’ll know.” Pausing, Jegora took a deep breath and got hold of his anger. He didn’t want to scare the woman, not really, but he needed information. When he continued, Jegora’s voice was slightly less menacing. “We need your help, Jana. If you know anything, anything at all, you have to tell us.”

He released the slicer’s chin and sat back. For her part Jana remained seated as she was, her eyes still locked with Jegora’s. Finally she took a deep breath. Jegora was hopeful that maybe he had finally gotten through to her, that they were finally going to get some answers. He leaned forward slightly, anticipating a full confession…

And the girl started crying again.

Instantly full of rage, Jegora stood quickly, nearly flipping over the coffee table that rested between the two couches. Jana flinched, but continued her crying, and Bright eyed him coolly, as if to say, Well done, asshole. Jegora was too mad to do anything but leave the room.

Even after he had left the room Jegora could hear the woman crying. Attempting to ignore the insistent sobbing he focused instead on getting a hold of his emotions. Outside he was visibly calm; inside he was a seething cauldron of repressed rage. Jegora had never been very good at controlling his emotions, but he was excellent at controlling his facial expression and body language. The only thing he couldn’t control were his eyes, which had the bad habit of changing from a cold, light blue to a grey color as he became angry, or so he had been told. If it were true, then Jegora figured his eyes had to be nearly black. He was that angry.

He was angry at the woman, of course, but he was also angry at himself. Jegora wasn’t use to failing, and his inability to get any useful information out of the women infuriated him.

Finally, after a few minutes of pacing, he began to calm down. He took a seat on a bench in the entrance, staring into to the room where Jana and Bright were still sitting. He could even hear Jana’s muffled crying. As he sat there, waiting, Jegora debated going back into the room. After another few minutes of hushed crying and some whispering that was unintelligible Jegora had finally had enough. He stood, intent on entering the room and, if need be, beating the information out of the foolish slicer. He had even taken a step forward before Bright rounded the corner.

“She’s talking,” she said quickly, her voice a low whisper. Immediately Jegora halted his advance.

“I’d ask how you did it, but it really doesn’t matter. Does she know anything yet?” he asked impatiently.

Bright just shook her head. “I’m not sure. She’s mumbling about spice and Frozt.”

Jegora just nodded absently, trying to figure out what he should do. She was beginning to open up, and they needed her to do just that. His presence might jeopardize her continuing cooperation. On the other hand, he wanted and needed to hear the confession for himself. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Bright to get the full story, but Jegora would feel better if he was present.

Silently mulling the options over in his head, Jegora was forced to make a decision. “Alright, here’s the deal: I’d rather not go back in there. She’d probably freak out and go comatose,” he said, admitting his own failure. “Hell, she’d probably go comatose on us.”

Bright snorted, and Jegora gave a rare smile. Things were looking up, after all; there was no reason not to loosen up a bit. He continued on. “Yeah, well, I am what I am. At the same time, I really need to hear her confession, if that’s what this is going to be, for myself.”

At that Bright opened her mouth to protest, but Jegora raised a hand to cut her off. “I know you could do it, but it’s for my own peace of mind more than anything. I’ll feel better if I’m present.”

“Fine,” Bright acknowledged grudgingly. She saw Jegora’s need to be present as an insult to her professionalism, but she would get over it. “Shall we go in? If I go in first and distract her, you can slip into a corner somewhere. I think I can keep her talking.”

Jegora nodded, shifting his weight. He was impatient to get to the bottom of this ever-thickening mystery. Bright sighed, exasperated by Jegora’s antics. “Just don’t say anything!” she warned, and Jegora nodded. He might have technically been the senior trooper, but he and Bright both knew they were really equals. He didn’t order her around anymore than she ordered him around. It was more of a cooperative effort, and since Bright was a woman she got her way about 99% of the time.

There was nothing left to say after that. Bright turned and walked back to the couch, taking a seat next to Jana. She asked the young woman a question, and while the slicer was engaged in conversation Jegora slipped into the room, using all his training to remain as quiet as possible. Even in the dim room and shadowy corners it was hard to hide the presence of a 6’4” individual, but somehow Jegora managed to avoid detection. From his new vantage point he could hear and see everything. The only downside was that he would have to remain absolutely still and silent unless Jana spot him and become hysterical again. Jegora thought he could handle it. He had definitely been through worse.

Bright talked softly to Jana, trying to coax the story out of her. “Can you start over for me, Jana?” she asked, her voice soft and comforting. Jana just nodded slightly, more of a jerk than any real indication of assent. None the less, the slicer started to speak, hesitant at first but slowly gaining strength as she told her story.

“There’s not much to tell, really,” Jana began, trying to stifle her sobs. “My parents were religious nuts, more or less, and they were convinced that they could find the truth on Ylesia. They found truth alright.”

At the mention of Ylesia Bright’s eyes flicked to where Jegora was standing stock still. Giving a small nod Jegora acknowledged the information, and then turned his attention back to Jana.

“When we arrived we were taken as slaves and sent to work in the spice factories. I can still remember the smell of the raw spice and the processing chemicals we used. At first it made me sick. Now it just makes me numb.”

Bright took Jana’s hand sympathetically, and it seemed to encourage the young woman to continue. “Frozt was like me, a victim of the Ylesian’s deception. I can’t believe he’s dead…” Jana trailed off, her thoughts obviously going to some far away place.

Suddenly Jana’s head snapped up, her eyes refocused, and with a squeeze from Bright’s hand the young slicer continued her tale. “Frozt and I…we were friends. More than that, really,” she said shakily, “we were—”

Jana cut off, unable to continue. “You were lovers,” Bright prompted, urging the slicer to move past the painful parts and get on with her story. It seemed to work.

“Yes, we were lovers. But mostly just friends. I suppose we loved each other, but nothing ever really came of it.” She paused, thinking. “Now that I go back and think about it, I really did love him, once. I would have married him, had he asked. But instead he convinced me to join the Resistance.”

“The resistance?” Bright asked, honestly confused. Jana, who had been staring at the floor, lost in her own thoughts, glanced up before continuing.

“Yes, the Resistance,” she said. The difference in the way Jana said the word was obvious. “Don’t ask what we resisted. I still don’t know. It started locally on Ylesia, I think, an effort to free the factory slaves, but in reality it was just a criminal syndicate.”

Bright nodded, both to Jegora and Jana. Jegora gave another subtle nod, once again acknowledging the information. He idly wondered if this ‘Resistance’ was the same organization that had been behind the attacks on the Corps. It was certainly a possibility.

Jana was continuing with her story. “The Resistance rescued us, and took us in. In return we worked for them, learning the slicer’s trade. I became good. Frozt became better. He was amazing. He could hack anything, he was always cool headed…he was the best of us. I guess that’s why he got this assignment.” Tears welled up in here eyes again, and Jegora prepared for the worse, but Jana carried on, her voice strong.

“What I can’t figure out is how we got the resources to pull off the attack on your government. We were skilled, maybe, but we were poor. Then all of a sudden we moved to Anteevy and were told that we had a new objective,” Jana said, her voice slightly apologetic.

Bright smiled reassuringly, but when she spoke her voice was anxious. The objective of this little interview was to find something on Frozt, and so far they had nothing but useless personal information. “What about Frozt?” Bright asked as patiently as she could. “Did he stay on with the resistance?”

Jana nodded. “Frozt was assigned somewhere other than Anteevy,” she said.  “I think he stayed behind on Ylesia. At the very least I know he made trips there every now and then, because I would get messages over the holonet from Ylesia. They were his, of course. No one else would ever try and contact me.”

Bright laid a comforting hand on Jana’s shoulder. “Where in Ylesia could he have stayed?” she asked. Jana thought for a moment, and even then her reply was hesitant.

“We had a house,” the slicer said, “before a bunch of us moved to Anteevy. He might have used that. Otherwise, I have no idea.”

Bright looked up to Jegora, making no effort to hide the movement this time. Jana followed her gaze and saw Jegora’s faint outline standing in the shadows. She started and gulped, but otherwise remained calm. Jegora stepped out of the shadows. They had what they needed now.

“Thank you, Jana,” Jegora said as kindly as he could. “Would you mind coming with me?” he asked.

Jana just stared at Jeg, then at Bright, and then her gaze moved back to Jegora. “Why?” she asked.

Jegora just gave a smile, which didn’t appear to comfort the young woman any. “My boss would like to speak to you. Be careful, or he might light you on fire,” Jegora said jokingly. Apparently Jana didn’t think it was very funny. Her face went pale, and she started to shake slightly. Bright gripped the woman’s arm and shot a venomous glare in Jegora’s direction.

Apparently Bright didn’t think it was very funny either. Without another word he followed the two ladies out into the afternoon sun.
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February 3, 2009 10:01:32 PM    View the profile of Brightstar 
Bright knew that Jeg had a hard time controlling his emotions. It was just one of the many quirks she'd had to get used since she met him. In all reality she had nothing against the guy. But the methods he had for interrogating put her a bit on edge. Throughout the the entire interview she had kept one eye on him or watched him through the corner of her eyes. For the most part he had behaved himself, he had even tried reassuring Jana to no avail.

It was when she saw his eyes changing that she knew he wouldn't be holding back much longer. Bright herself could feel the strain on her mind. And this interview was taking entirely too long. After Jeg stormed out though she saw her chance to get the information they desperately needed. Bright had used her own brand of persuasion, more subtle and perhaps less effective then Jeg's and even Angel's. She wasn't even sure how she had managed to get the girl talking.

Things had unfolded quickly after that point and it wasn't long before she and Jana were seated in the chairs on one side of Angel's desk. Jeg had, tactfully, offered to go fetch The Squad Leader from whatever lab he had positioned himself in. The thought of Angel peering down a microscope though was much more funny then it should have been. Bright was not averse to having a joke at her SL's expense though.

Bright smiled inwardly, then turned her attention back to Jana. The young woman cleaned up well. Bright took the moment to give the slicer a closer inspection. She had light brown hair with natural honey highlights, grown to mid back length. Her eyes were a deep shade of green. She had a delicate nose that had never been broken, high sharp cheeks, and a stubborn chin. She was slight of build and looked as if she had eaten little since her arrival on Tadath. She looked about 20 or perhaps 21 meaning she was about the same age as Bright herself.

The sergeant kept her feelings inward and well hidden behind a mask of professionalism that she'd learned in the cradle. Her mother's people had never really been big on showing their feelings, and Bright had further heightened her ability to mask her feelings while in the political cesspool that Bakura had been. Hiding her true feelings had become as natural as breathing. Though Bright did have to grudgingly admit that if there was one person who had recently proved to be able to crack that mask ever so slightly, was Jeg. She didn't like the idea.

She was dwelling on that thought when the door opened to admit the owner of the office. Bright stood and saluted briskly and waited for him to seat himself before she took her own again. Looking at Jana Bright could see that she was paler than she had been with Jeg. She sighed inwardly. She would have to find a way to help this woman warm up to the squad. Especially if they would be employing her help every now and again.
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February 4, 2009 12:43:00 AM    View the profile of Angel 
Well this has been one hell of a night

Angel crouched over the body of the dead woman, having died a particularly gruesome death. There were many ways he could see himself taking a dirt nap, but to drown as your lungs filled with your own blood and bile...just sent shivers down Angel's spine. It was a horrible way to go, and Angel could only hope that if this was his fate, he would be armed and able to end it quickly.

From the witnesses he had gotten several conclusive descriptions of what had transpired: A woman ran into the street, was hit at high speed by a transport, then was subsequently stomped on by a raving lunatic claiming to be an Army Commander. His shock at the events had been quickly erased by pure anger, however. Krilling Snipes should know better... He ranted to himself. The damn High Council sends him down here to be their eyes and ears, and all he's done is fuck up the investigation left and right.

Sighing, Angel shook his head slowly and began searching the body. These things couldn't be helped now, and all he could do was work with the evidence at hand. Brushing the woman's blood drenched hair from her shoulder, he found where Jager had shot the fleeing suspect. Gently tugging on the woman's arm, he rolled her onto her back, and fought back a gag at the sight of her face. After the collision she had slid almost 20 meters on the duracrete street...mostly on her head. Pulling a bit harder, he forced the body on it's other side. The head lolled lifelessly to rest on the street once again, shifting her hair ever so slightly.

A single eyebrow on Angel's forehead raised at a marking which caught his attention. A red tattoo of the Huttese letter "T"  identical to the one on woman's body he had just seen in the morgue, was just under her ear. "Well, one more of these dead bodies and we have ourselves a genuine conspiracy." He said to no one in particular.

Brushing the street grime from his palms, Angel rose from his crouch just as the ME was arriving to collect the body. A bright eyed young man hopped out of the transport and and scanned the crowd, searching for his target. The brown-haired kid spotted Angel walking directly toward him, and scampered towards the Jester squad leader.

"Sir." The kid said, snapping a salute, "I was told to bring you the final results on the last body we collected."

Angel couldn't help but smile. The kid's exuberance for his job was surpassed only by the amount of sweat pouring from his forehead. Snatching the file from the kid's hand, Angel let his smile turn into a scowl, and the pipsqueak took it as his cue to leave.

Opening the cover of the file, Angel leafed through the first few pages. Most of it was boring and routine medical jargon: Body temperature, hair color, skin color, brain weight, organ status. The flashing lights of the military police vehicles made reading difficult, constantly illuminating and darkening the pages, but one section caught his eye....Stomach Contents.

"Stomach contained partially digested food normally found in...Imperial ration packs..."Angel read aloud from the report. He cocked his eyebrow at the next line and continued reading: "Blood analysis revealed presence of glitterstim and Varl virus, commonly known as 'Tempest Spice' produced mainly by the Hutts on Ylesia."

A slow grin had started to creep over Angel's face, when his comlink beeped. Unclipping it from his belt, the squad leader was greeted by Sala's voice. "Angel, I got something on your bug." She said smugly. He could just picture her, standing on the bridge of the Divinity with a proud and cocky look on her face, and rolled his eyes.

"Ok Ms. Smarty-Pants, what do you have for me?" He replied, letting sarcasm drip into his voice.

"The bug is native only to one planet in the galaxy." She continued, ignoring Angel's tone. "It's in Hutt space and is called..."

"Ylesia." Angel interrupted. He had obviously shocked the information broker by knowing the planet's name, evidenced by the pause over the comlink. "How did you..." Sala stammered, obviously frustrated by not being able to rub something in Angel's face, a practice she had grown very used to recently.

"Lucky guess." Angel quipped back. He knew not telling her would enrage her even more.

"Well let me tell you something about the tattoo then..."

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"So the mystery is beginning to unravel." Angel mused, having just listened to the entirety of of Jaina's story. It was a sob story indeed. Raised by idiots, enslaved by fanatics run by Hutts, forced to mine spice...finding 'love' and a cause... The entire story made Angel want to vomit with its sugar coating, but he fought through it, as well as Jaina's repeated sobbing breakdowns, to glean the information he needed.

Jegora had tracked Angel down back at the morgue, where he was examining the frozen body of Ja'k Frozt. Aeos' pistol had indeed done a number on the man's head, leaving a crater where the back of his skull used to be. Being an enemy of the state, Frozt's body was not buried or burned, but kept as evidence, a fortunate thing for Angel, as he sought to complete his conspiracy theory. In the end he had quickly found what he needed, just before Jegora tracked him down.

Returning his thoughts to the present, he found Brightstar was trying to console the once again sobbing Jaina. "Bright, get her out of here," he sighed, rubbing his temples to rid the mounting headache her constant crying was causing him. She had been frozen stiff when Angel first came into his office, the memories of his actions on Anteevy never far from her thoughts. It had take a lot of prompting from Brightstar to finally get her to talk, and even a few threats from Jegora to leave her alone with Angel, a lighter, and a flask.

As Brightstar ushered out the sobbing woman, Angel turned back from where he was staring out the window to his ASL. "I got a hit back on the tattoos." He said with an air of smugness.

"Oh really?" Jegora answered, "And what would that be?"

"The 'T' in Hutteese was tattooed on the necks of slaves on Ylesia, homage to the name of the Hutt who owned the spice mine they worked in. Both dead women had them, as did Frozt." Angel continued, plopping down the file he was holding onto his desk.

"...Now that you mention it, Jaina had a similar mark, only hers was a H" Jegora suddenly realized. "Different owners?"

"You bet'cha." Angel quipped. "And I bet you know what I'm going to say next right?"

Rolling his eyes, Jegora replied with his usual impassiveness. "Pack your shit, we're headed to Ylesia?"

"Well, after gathering the squad of course." Angel said. "I'll take care of our armaments and transport."
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