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  Undying (Wildcard May Comp)
May 1, 2009 10:23:56 PM    View the profile of Arnaut 
Day 14
Death Valley, 09.32


He saw it coming just a split second too late.

The bone axe swung down in a mighty arc that smashed through his throat and smashed him to the ground. Blood flowed freely from the wound as his hands tried, in vain, to staunch the flow. He writhed on the ground for two more seconds before the brute swung his axe again, taking the man’s head from his shoulders. It didn’t bounce, simply landed with a wet thunk into the red-stained mud.

He was massive. Standing at eight feet, he was two heads taller than the man he’d just killed. His arms were thickly corded muscles; his face looked like it had been hewn from stone. His beard, which he wore to the stomach, was intricately braided and his face was smeared with bright red paint. He hefted a large bone-axe, larger than most men’s torsoes, in his right hand. In his left he carried a knife, made of the same bone as the axe, serrated on both edges and covered in blood. He was like unto a god: mighty, awesome, all-powerful.

Standing up triumphantly from his kill, he surveyed the battlefield around him. Half a second later, his abdomen burst open and his entrails splattered across the ground. He stood stock-still for a second staring at the gaping wound in silence. Then he toppled over, dead.

Major Renever Sorin didn’t even wait long enough to see him hit the ground. He pivoted smoothly to the left, took aim, and blew another barbarian’s head off at the shoulders at point-blank range. His sniper rifle, equipped to handle targets over a kilometer away, was devastating up close.

It was doing nothing to help the flow of the battle however. All around him barbarians and scouts fought. It was a sea of brown and white, a close-combat brawl that was taking in men and churning out corpses.

He turned again, just a bit too late. The warrior jumped on top on him, bone knives in both hands, and bore him to the ground. The bone knife began to fall, arcing for his throat. He could feel the beat of his heart in his ears, hear the sound of his blood coursing through his veins. This was it, this was the end, he thought. The end all, be all.

But it wasn’t. The man flopped to the side before his blow landed. Augun rushed up to support his commander.

“Are they...are they clear?” Sorin wheezed softly. The man had crushed his breastplate and quite a few ribs with it. Sorin had a sinking suspicion that one of his lungs had been punctured.

Augun, holding his commander with his one good arm, looked around sadly. The few Army elements that had remained behind were dead or dying. The scouts were decimated. As he looked back to the end of the valley, he thought he could see vehicles driving into the pass. He couldn’t be sure.

“I...I think so,” he replied uncertainly. A scout trooper fell at his feet, chest cloven in two, and Augun was forced to wield his rifle in his bad arm to ward off the man’s killer. He gritted his teeth at the pain. “Sir, we should really fall back.” Sorin frowned faintly.

“We’re...we’re done. This is it.  Last stand of the Levians. We said we would hold them off for as long as we could, and we’re going—” He paused to hack up bloody phlegm onto the ground. “We’re going to do just that.”

Augun opened his mouth to speak but his head disappeared in a puff of red mist before he could utter a word. Far off in the distance, a sniper rifle cracked loudly. Augun swayed, headless but upright, and then fell, taking Sorin with him.

Sorin yelled at the headless Augun. Yelled at him, damn him, to get up and get his commander on his feet. To get up and keep fighting. He yelled and yelled, but the only thing that ever came out of his mouth was froth flecked with blood. Augun never stood up.

Seconds turned to minutes, and then to hours, and then to days, years, decades. The battle seemed to drag on forever. He felt oddly detached on the ground, watching from his poor vantage point. The men around him seemed to be moving in slow motion, as if gliding through water. He couldn’t hear anything at all. Men fell around him in droves. Butchered to the ground, ripped apart, flailing, cursing, weeping, running as they died. He watched his friends, his men, die before him, hacked apart or sniped from afar, with cold unfeeling eyes. It was all surreal. It couldn’t be happening.

After an eternity, the battle finally ebbed and the ceased all together. The land became still.

Sorin became acutely aware of his own breathing. The bubbling, sucking noise his ruined lungs made as they struggled for breath sounded louder than gun shots to his ears. Could they hear him? Were they even still around? He tried to look around, but his vision became blurrier with each passing minute, and Augun’s corpse was blocking most of his view.

Another eternity seemed to pass by, as he waited next to Augun’s corpse. Flies began to descend on the stump where Augun’s head had been. Some got in Sorin’s eyes, but when he went to bat them away, he realized that he couldn’t move, or even feel, his arms. He stopped trying.

Dimly he became aware of footsteps. His heart jumped into his throat. It was them, they’d come back for him. No, not them. Him. The Sniper. The one that had been hunting him all week. The one that had killed Augun. He was here. He was going to kill Sorin. His fear spiked to new highs.

But then he had another thought. What if they’d been defeated? What if reinforcements had finally arrived? What if he was saved!? His fear began to wane as hope replaced it. He could live yet! He could get out of this mess. This wouldn’t have been the Levian’s final stand. He could rebuild them, and show that their sacrifice had not been in vain.

One of the men approaching uttered a few guttural, harsh sounding words, and Sorin’s hopes were dashed forever. The footsteps approached closer until they were right behind him. Sorin kept very still, willing them away. He could hear the men breathing. Two of them.

A boot came on his shoulder, snapping his collarbone like a twig and rolling him onto his back. Sorin gasped in pain as his vision swam. Through tear filled eyes, he could dimly make out the two men above him, silhouetted in the sunlight. One tall and broad, clearly one of the brutes. The other, shorter but still tall by normal human standards, and rake thin. There was a sniper rifle strapped to his back. Fear, raw and unbridled, returned to Sorin so strong that his teeth clamped and his limbs began to quiver. Froth pooled in his mouth, threatening to choke him.

“Looks like we’ve got a live ‘un,” the Sniper grinned. He leaned in close to Sorin, so that their faces were mere inches from each other. He was lean, with cold blue eyes and a thin face. He grinned wolfishly, wiping back his black hair. Sweat dripped off his brow into Sorin’s eyes. Despite the pain, and nausea, Sorin calmly noted the New Republic patch sewn onto the man’s jacket. “Scared yet?” the Sniper whispered.

He stood up, unhooking his rifle from his back. Sorin’s arms and legs had begun to actually shake, now. The liquid in his mouth was beginning to strangle him. More than that, he could feel bile rising in the back of his throat, and the urge to vomit became overwhelming.

The Sniper raised his rifle and pointed it at Sorin’s face, point-blank. The heartbeat came back, rapid and loud, drumming painfully in Sorin’s ears. He suddenly, very much wanted to be alive. He never knew how much he’d loved living until now. He tried to scream, tried to stand, tried to fight, tried to flee. His body refused to budge. In those last few seconds, his urges to yell and get up and run all blended together, becoming interwoven, one in the same. His sanity cracked and then broke all together.

The Sniper pulled the trigger.





Day 01
Granus Plains, 06.29


Dawn on Hrail came unnoticed and uncelebrated. Technically speaking, night had never ended. All through the last two weeks, constant bombardment and shelling had lit up the darkest hours to near-daylight levels all along the front. From the Akinian mountains in the south to the Drogian Sea up north, the three hundred kilometer front created its own daylight. Couple that with round the clock orbital bombardments and the occasional ship impact, and the result was one hellish nightmare of a planet.

A pity, really, since the planet was worth more to both sides intact. Hrail was a mottled green agri-world, smack dab in the center of the Hestus sector. It was a pretty boring planet. The very fact that the most exciting thing Arnaut had to look forward to was rain attested to that. It was as dusty and backwater as the road that the troops were bumping along, just as backwater as the entire sector it resided in. Technologically backwards, virtually unsettled, the Hestus Sector had been sparsely populated for dozens of years until the recent discoveries of precious ore and tibanna gas on many of the planets had drawn the attention Imperial and New Republic forces alike. The Empire pushed in from the East, the New Republic from the west, and when they met in the center all hell broke loose. What was supposed to be a quick grab of a large wealth of ore and fuel became a bloody, protracted war. And bloody, protracted wars needed food to supply the bloodied, protracting soldiers on the front. Which is why Hrail became such an interest to both factions, and why the war had escalated so rapidly on the planet.

Of course, on the other side of the Akinian, Arnaut could barely even tell that there was a war. There was the occasional flash, maybe a rumble of thunder in the distance. Was it an artillery barrage? A ship, coming down out of the atmosphere? Or just the storms promised for later in the day? Did it matter? He wasn’t going to see anything from here.

When they’d assigned him to the mission two days prior, he’d been almost looking forward to it. It was simple enough: babysit an Imperial Army Battalion into the Akinians to destroy a couple of meddlesome anti-aircraft posts that were wreaking havoc on support fighters heading to the front. While technically nearer to the front than staying back at Imperial HQ, Imperial logisticians thought it unlikely that the New Republic would try and push through the rough mountain passes and into Imperial territory. It’d probably been a pain and a half just trying to lug their AA guns through the treacherous mountain trails. Along with the Battalion, they’d be accompanied by another scout Platoon to aid with their navigation through the mountains. Easy enough.

Then he’d woken to find all their gear loaded onto broken down, old-as-hell half-tracks – not even repulsorlift vehicles – and found out that the scout platoon they were going with was none other than the Levian Alpha Platoon.

That’s how Arnaut found himself sitting in the cramped cargo space of a fully-tracked command tank sitting face to face with arguably the most arrogant man in entirety of the Sector Army in Hestus.

Ah, Major Sorin. Commander of the 7th Levian Scout Battalion. Founder of the Levian elite Alpha Platoon. Hero of the Cestus Crusade.

A royal pain in the ass.

His face was all grizzle, scarred and pitted so many times that there didn’t appear to be a smooth piece of flesh on it. Even bacta had only worked so well. His armor was chipped and well-worn, but looked dependable. He carried a sniper rifle in his lap that was so long that it was resting on the thighs of his two leftmost neighbors, much to their chagrin. He was well into his nineties, his career having spanned nearly seventy years, first with the Old Republic, then the Old Empire, and finally the Vast Empire. He was arrogant, pretentious, rude, and, most annoyingly of all, nearly always right. Arnaut had known the man for a day and already hated him.

His sentiments were shared, it seemed. Already three fights had broken out between the Wildcard stormtroopers and the scout troopers of Alpha Platoon. Even Riqimo, calm, collected Riqimo, had broken a man’s nose.

“He used the ‘d’ word,” Riqimo had said matter-of-factly to Arnaut the night after. That explained it; no one called Riq a dwarf and got away with it. That didn't make the situation any better, though. Relations between the two Platoons were slowly going to hell.

Something must’ve shown on Arnaut’s face, because Sorin immediately shot him a glare. Major Marcus, sitting next to him, smiled sadly. He knew well of the feud going on between his two supporting commanders, and tried to keep out of it as much as possible. He was young, not much older than Arnaut, and had risen through the ranks specifically because of his ability to remain neutral in anything. He could slap you on the back and tell crude cantina jokes like no other, but the minute you got in trouble, he was on no one’s side but the Empire’s itself. Despite that, or maybe because of it, he’d ingratiated himself quite well with his men. Where Sorin’s men followed him because of the harsh, demanding discipline that had been instilled into the entire elite platoon, Marcus’ men followed him because they loved him. He had the kind of popularity with his troops that most commanders only dreamed about achieving.

You wouldn’t be able to tell it. Outside of the cantina, not surrounded by his men, Marcus was a quiet, observing type. He came off as almost anti-social. Whereas he was loved by his men, most officers couldn’t stand him.

Marcus gave Arnaut a funny look before Arnaut realized he’d been staring. He quickly averted his eyes toward the holoscreen at the front of the cabin.

“Twenty minutes ‘till we reach the base of the mountains,” he said to no one in particular. Sorin snorted derisively. Marcus remained silent as ever.

As it turned out, it only took fifteen minutes before they were staring at the great cliffs of the Akinians. They were massive. It looked like a god had decided, rather arbitrarily, to lift the ground up two kilometers in the sky. First there were amber plains of grain, then there were gunsteel gray mountains, dotted with the occasional forest. The change was startling.

They unloaded out of the cabin, Marcus and his retinue first. Arnaut noted with a twinge of jealousy the vibro-saber hanging at Marcus’ side, a symbol of his officer status. Arnaut needed one of those.

Arnaut came off next, followed by Sorin and the two other aides. All ten of them spilled out onto the road and looked around, a bit lost. Sorin was the first to speak up.

“This isn’t checkpoint Gamma,” he growled, referring the point at the base of the mountains where they were supposed to radio in their position to Imperial HQ. Indeed it wasn’t. Arnaut looked down the road and saw the village of Checkpoint Gamma was three kilometers away. A good five minute drive, at least, explaining why the ride hadn’t taken twenty minutes. The village looked oddly...hazy. As if there were a screen in front of it. Arnaut blinked and rubbed his eyes, but the ‘screen’ remained.

The driver finally came out of the vehicle and jogged down the path a bit, not saying a word. Ten feet from the vehicle, he stooped low and dragged something large and bulk out of the grain fields surrounding the road.

“This...is why we stopped,” he said unapologetically.

It was a body. A badly mangled and scorched body that looked like it’d been shot a few times before being run through a blender.

“Oh hell,” Arnaut whispered under his breath.

“Would you remind me again,” Sorin asked slowly, “of the ‘little to no resistance’ we were supposed to encounter on this mission?”

Marcus stared and remained silent as ever.


OOC:
Please, until the SLs post, write about lounging around in the convoy. These will serve as your intro to the story, getting-acclamated posts. You are in half-tracks (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SdKfz_11). They are crappy. They are slow. They run on diesel. They also don’t fly. Get used to it.

I’m in a fully tracked tank, for those who write about such things.

We are starting on Day 1. No Day 14 posts as you don’t even know where you are on Day 14 yet. You will not see any enemies until the SLs post about that happening. You will not move the convoy until the SLs post about that happening. You will not sneeze...well, okay, sneeze, but until the SLs get the ball rolling, this is just a get-used-to-being-in-half-tracks-in-a-convoy phase. Character develop, chat, do stuff like that.

To clear things up, here are details in a nutshell.

Planet:Hrail
Designation: Agri-world (makes lotsa food)
Combatants: New Republic and Vast Empire

Forces introduced thusfar:
VE Army - On the front. Fighting for Hestus' food supply. We don't see them.
7th Levian Battalion Alpha Platoon - Super elite scout trooper platoon led by Sorin. Their commander is tough as nails, their training is longer, more intense than ours  (they're all qualified scouts and snipers). They are probably a lot more skilled than us. Try to...reflect this, as the story goes on, if possible. Remember, just because we're not an NPC platoon doesn't mean we're gods. There are plenty of troopers better than us. They're wiped out at the beginning of the post, though that's 2 weeks into the mission. They’re still alive at the beginning.
Dagger Battallion -Marcus' Battalion. Regular army grunts. Look 'em up on Wookiepedia. NOT stormtroopers.
Wildcard Platoon - Duh.

Main Mission:
Escort the Dagger Battalion in taking out AA guns.

Standard kit is to be observed. That means Stomtrooper armor and all the nifty extras. Rifles will be customizeable, but that's about it. When we work as a Platoon, we work like a military. And that means that we're the same-ish. Same-ish enough. That means no Katarn Armor, or shadow-stealth armor, and limited-to-no use of vibroswords as those are officer-only (they use sabers). Characters should be defined by the characters, not by their weapon/armor load-outs, so this should be an acceptable move. If you have a complaint...get over it. Or just PM it to me.

Where I may (or may not) ignore it.

Rules thread: http://comnet.imperialnetwork.com/topic/12358/

For more info, see SLs. They know all.
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May 1, 2009 10:58:44 PM    View the profile of Joamer 
He wondered for the tenth time why he had signed up for missions like this. He disliked baby sitting duties, and the supposed elitist scout troopers sitting in the same truck as him required babysitting as much as new recruits. He should know, he had been a Drill Instructor at the Academy back on Tadeth for a long time. These men looked arrogant, tough, brutal, and efficient, but they did not have a tenth of the skill any single member of the Wildcards had.

He did not say this to anyone, but he knew from the looks they gave him they knew something. Something in the way his mouth was set, or the way his eyes moved over their weapons every few moments. He wanted very much to draw his pistol and start shooting. He was still trying to figure out why he disliked them so much, and then it came to him, they reminded him of his squad, minus the not having skill bit.

No one talked, much. Both sides nearly instantly taking a dislike to one another. He should of brought Lurk, his Strill, it would of been humorous to see one of their faces get chewed off. The saying you could cut the tension with a knife fit here perfectly. The only reason no one had come to blows was from the direct orders given to both groups to remain peaceful. Joamer wondered how long that would last, being cramped in a slow moving transport that should of been broken down for scrap before the clone wars would test anyone's patience.

He was wearing the standard issue white Storm Trooper armor, and he was not much happy about it. His DC-15 blaster rifle, converted to a sniper setup, sat in a specially designed harness on his back, it was broken down into six parts. A heavily modified DLT-20A blaster rifle sat propped in front of him, and a simple Engine Frontier model B pistol sat in a holster on his hip. His helmet rested on a shelf above his head. 

Even under orders to bring standard issue the wraiths had brought in toys to use a long the way. No one really brought it up, not even the command staff who saw them unloading, everyone knew the most likely outcome of this conflict. Besides, he doubted the Wraith would of shown up if they could not bring something they trusted more then anything to keep them alive when all bets were off and death was coming.

Leaning his head back Joamer almost let his mind drift, but then snapped back into reality and remained on guard, like his squad these men sitting in front of him were ones you never let your guard down near.
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May 1, 2009 11:59:29 PM    View the profile of StarFruit 
"Gungan... I swear to the gods. I will kill you if you try to bite me one more ti-"

"Shut it, Karash."

The trooper, dressed in his standard issue, bleach white, Stormtrooper armor, instantly shut his mouth, and snapped his attention towards his ASL. He was silenced, all too easily by the ASL's harsh tone, which was something that not many on the RAIDERS squad had heard before. But right now, here, in this cramped, old-ass hunk of steel: Corporal Jaenna 'Star' Caldwin was bound to have an attitude.

Grumbling, Karash squared his shoulders, then turned his head, no longer looking towards the Gungan, was was also in the standard issue armor that most all Stormtroopers wore on missions like these. Ears flopping about, due to his helmet not being on - it was resting on his lap - a goofy smile drifted across Grahim's wide, bill like lips as his long and rather annoying tongue slithered out of his mouth in a mocking motion towards his fellow trooper, Karash.

Without even looking at the Gungan, CPL Jaenna growled, the sound rumbling evilly in her throat, "I'll cut it off, Grahim."

A soft grumble-whimper of sorts drifted from the now sulking Gungan as he turned his head to look out of on of the small, cloth flaps that was whipping about in the soft breezes that seems to keep bettering the old chunk of steel that was apparently known as a half-track.

Sighing, Jaenna looked around the cramped cabin of the half-track, sea-foam eyes half shut and glazed over slightly. Helmet resting next to her, her arms were on her legs, elbows resting on her knees, her torso hunched over, hands cross at the wrists in a very... street-esque appearance. A disgruntled look was plastered on her face, adding to the street like appearance, and making her seem more brutal than she's ever wanted to make herself appear to her fellow squad mates, let alone the higher-ups that would surely be here on this mission as well. If anything was going through her head right now, it was questions. Why the hell was she here? Why had she agreed to this mission? Why were her thoughts swimming in the first place? Another sigh, accompanied by a grunt of sorts, erupted from her lips as she hung her head, staring now at the dirty, and dusty floor of the half-track.

Jaenna was a soldier.

That's why she's here. That's why she's sitting in such a cramped space. That's why she has her Starslasher rifle next to her, sitting under her white, Stormtrooper helmet. That's why her Treppus-2 Vibroblaes were attached to her back, in an 'X' formation. That's why her DC-15 pistol was at her side, on her 'belt' of sorts.

She was prepared for a war. Something that had yet to see during her duties in the Empire. Yeah sure, Kalee was something close to a war... But it wasn't close at all in the long run. It was simple failure. And it was that failure that had Corporal Jaenna 'Star' Caldwin, Assistant Squad Leader of RAIDERS, scared out of her mind at this very moment. 'I'm heading into war...' She thought, taking a long inhale, then letting the air drifted from her lips, her chest once again going back to it's resting position during her normal breathing.

A soft voice broke Jaenna's thoughts, and she looked up and to the right to see Ayme 'Havock' Katash, her best friend in the Empire and fellow RAIDER.

"Jae... You gonna be alright, hun?" Havock asked, as she placed a hand on Jaenna's shoulder in a comforting gesture. Just then, the half-track hit a bump in the dried plains of whatever world they were on. A string of curse words rung from Havock's mouth, Jaenna only having caught a few of them.

Jaenna chuckled, but kept the disgruntled look on her face. "Hate the bumps?" Havock simply nodded and shrugged. Jaenna knew why already. Havock was a Vehicle Crewman, sure, but her subspecialty were Repuslor Lift vehicles. And those, mind everyone used to them, were a whole hell of a lot different from the half-tracks they were all traveling in now. A large ass convoy of them for that matter. Slow, clunky, bumpy. Take your pick at the adjectives. They still sucked.

A soft smile tried to cross Jaenna's lips. "I'm actually nervous, yanno?" Havock nodded, pointed over towards another part of the overly cramped cabin.

Havock began to describe the scene to Jaenna who had just hung her head back down, not in the mood to look at everyone at the moment. "Look at that: RB's sleeping," which he was. His head propped up against the wall of the cabin, bouncing about as the stupid think chugged along, "Raelene is all fidgety," the newest trooper to RAIDERS was indeed... fidgety. Her hands shaking slightly, and her fingers twitching as she seemed to be trying to calm herself down, "And of course..." Havock chuckled, "Our wonderful SL is playing with his datapad." As Havock shook her head, she sighed, looking down at Jaenna, whose head was still hung. "It'll be fine, hun. It will be."

It was then that the clunker came a stop. This of course, got a rise from RAIDERS, who always wanted to keep moving. Karash was the first to speak up.

"What the- Why did we stop?" He asked, lifting one of the cloth flaps to look out towards the front of the convoy.

Grahim followed suit, also looking out the flap. "Onesa of thesa hissen just found asa body."

That statement made Jaenna look up. "Great. Already, the 'easy' mission has turned sour." A few of the men from the other platoon that was riding in the same half-track looked at her with worried faces. Jaenna only smirked at them, almost evilly, her eyes narrowed, and brows knitted.

This was going to be a long mission.
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Half-tracks, you have got to be kidding me. Havock couldn't help but let her mind and eyes wander over the beat-up hunk of junk they were currently traveling in. It was slow, it smelled bad, and it was...well...tracked. Hav started to list off in her head every repulsor vehicle she could think of that could have done a better job than these half-tracks. Armor assault tanks, TX-130 Saber Fighter tanks, 2-M repulsor tank...

"Shut it, Karash." Jae's voice broke Hav out of her reverie. She looked over only to find Karash and Grahim annoying each other, as usual.

This mission weighed heavily on Hav's mind. This was a war, a major conflict they would be fighting in. Havock had never been in such a large scale engagement, frankly up until now she had never really thought about it. She had become used to the missions she had been on so far with the RAIDERS. This  assignment was a whole new arena. Part of Havock was excited, but the rest of her was teetering on wetting herself.

She heard Jaenna growl in the seat next to her. "I'll cut it off, Grahim."

Hav just shook her head, he never knows when to quit, does he.

Havock looked down at her helmet, resting between her feet on the floor. She was dressed in her pearly white trooper armor, and it was irritating her. She missed her armor, all green and camouflage colored. Just thinking about it made her wistful and nostalgic. She patted her DC-15 Blaster Pistol in the holster on her side.

Looking to her side she could see Jae, leaning over staring at the floor. Jaenna had become Hav's best friend in the army, probably her best friend just in general right now. She could tell that the RAIDERS ASL was stressed. But what did Hav expect, given the nature of this mission she didn't envy anyone in a command position.

“Hey Jae.” Havock spoke softly. Well as softly as she could to be heard over the fraking tracks, creaks, and bumps in the road.

Jae turned her head towards Hav but maintained her posture. Havock put her hand on her shoulder, desperate to give her friend some comfort. “Jae...you gonna be alright, hun?”

Before Jae could say anything the vehicle hit a particularly hard bump, sending Hav bumbling around in the seat. She spouted out a string of curses in every language she knew curses in, as the pain in her rear from hitting the seat began to subside.

Jae actually chuckled at Havock's in ability to control her temper. “Hate the bumps?”

Havock smirked and looked at Jae, who still looked serious. “Ya think?”

Jae admitted that she was nervous, and Hav was nervous too. She was doing her best to keep her mind on other things, but her insides were all in knots. She had to keep her mind busy and she needed to do her best to help Jae do the same.

Jae's head dropped back down her eyes on the dusty floor. Havock didn't care, she knew she was listening to her blather on about what everyone else in the squad was doing. She did it partly to throw in little humorous comments and partly just because if she stopped her mind might just freeze up with the fear she was experiencing.

Sighing she looked back at Jae. “It'll be fine, hun. It will be.” She could literally hear a part of her brain screaming at her, liar. With every fiber of her being she just hoped that Jae didn't hear that particular little voice, butting in on the conversation.

The vehicle came to a halt. Oh great, this hunk of junk actually broke. I knew it.

Grahim came back inside from checking on the situation, apparently the whole convoy had stopped. “Onesa of thesa hissen just found asa body.”

Havock swallowed, hard. Frak. Havock flattened her back against the wall of the vehicle, her head slowly resting on the closed cloth flap.

Another soldier spoke up, “Great. Already, the 'easy' mission has turned sour.”

Havock didn't even look at him, she just closed her eyes.
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May 2, 2009 4:52:26 AM    View the profile of Grahim 
“Onesa of thesa hissen just found asa body.” Grahim said.

Grahim was so nervous he couldn’t speak even speak gunganese without saying something wrong. “Why didn’t mesa say ,Una of thesa hisen has just found una body?” Grahim thought. He had never been to war he had been trained for it all his life but when it came to the doorstep he was nervous. Grahim teased the rest of the squad to calm down but that only made Jae and Kar mad at him. And they had already found a body. Karash looked like he was going to a funeral.

“How isa yousa feeling, Kar?” Grahim asked Karash

“Oh I’m fine I just can’t stand this. We are sitting ducks here” Karash said. “Oh, how are you?”

“Mesa isa fine mesa just can’t stand being in thesa small vehicles, Mesa wants to be on the back of una Kaadu right now” Grahim said.

“Grahim we all want to get out of this halftrack” Hav said. Grahim was trying to get the helm on his head without hurting the ears. He got the helm on the head without hurting his ears so now he was a regular Stormtrooper except for the fact that it was hanging a pair of gungan ears on the back. Grahim didn’t like this armor as much as the clone trooper armor because that helmet was more open but now he didn’t have another option but to take the regular Stormtrooper armor on.

“Jae what are wesa going to do when wesa going to do when wesa isa at the front?” Grahim asked Jae.

“We are going to do what we are ordered to do” Jae said. Grahim was getting restless so was the rest of the squad. Grahim checked that his weapon was functional. He had done that before they left Tadath as well but he needed something to do.

“Why are you checking your weapon all the time Grahim? Rae asked.

“Mesa have heard that If yousa take care of yousas equipment yousas equipment isa going to take care of yousas enemies” Grahim answered and finished his check of the E-11. Grahim didn’t have much to do right now except for preparing for the battle they were transported to.

“Can’t theysa go again mesa isa getting tired of waiting here” Grahim said

“No they can’t they need to check why he was here and why he is dead." Jae said
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May 2, 2009 5:15:14 AM    View the profile of Helena 
Helena sighed softly, her knees hugging her small chest and her petite body all crumpled in the corner of the half-track. That’s how much space they’d given her after they had put their belongings in. She knew she should have gotten in first but she wasn’t one to complain, well, not in normal circumstances anyway. She felt her mood change instantly as soon as she got in this pile of junk. Normally she’d be cool, calm and collected but here she felt enraged and hot headed, one not to be messed with at the moment and she didn‘t have the slightest idea why.

She hardly had room to move in her standard issue gleaming white Fem-trooper armour. She’d chosen it specially, she loved the Fem-trooper armour she could actually be told apart from a male in it. She guessed they were also meant to bring standard issue riffles as well, Helena had brought with her a E-11 Blaster rifle which was propped against the side of her, of what was left of the room after all the people got in.

The silence within the cramped half-track was beginning to make her uncomfortable and if someone didn’t speak soon, she’d fear of going insane. Her hazel eyes fixed on a point on the off colour ceiling, beginning to become more and more interesting as no one spoke. The sudden sound of someone coughing caused her to jump and loose focus on the spot.

“You okay Hel? Seem a bit on edge” Joamer spoke, rubbing her shoulder.

“Y-Yeah I’ll be fine, sorry” she softly spoke, as if they weren’t meant to even be talking at all.

Helena’s eyes quickly darted across each of the men’s faces sat opposite her. Each had distinct bold features, they looked rugged and rough. From the way Helena was brought up, she was told it was wrong to judge a book by it’s cover. But in this profession, she had no choice. Each of the men looked as arrogant and rough as the next. But funnily enough they all looked similar. They were nothing on Wraith however. Wraith are bold and brave, always looking out for each other and always keep promises. These men looked tough but would they be really tough in a situation Wraith would be in?

They certainly could talk the talk, but could they walk the walk so to speak? They didn’t look like they could, not to Helena anyway.

“Would someone just talk please?! Save me from going insane. I don’t care who talks just do it. I can’t stand this stupid silence any longer” Helena snapped, breathing heavily.
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May 2, 2009 5:25:59 AM    View the profile of Karash 
"Gungan... I swear to the gods. I will kill you if you try to bite me one more ti-"

"Shut it, Karash." The troops ASL barked.

Even though they were stuck in these primitive transports that took twice as long to get anywhere, they were uncomfortable and Raiders were rammed in with part of a different squad, Karash still knew he had better not answer back to that. The whole squad looked like they already had had enough, all apart from RB who was currently sleeping.

“Damned stupid Gungan, making stupid…” Karash could see that he had better not say much more because people were looking.

All he needed at this point of time was a Gungan that was biting and doing generally annoying things, Karash tried not to get too annoyed because he could tell Grahim was nervous and poor Raelene looked as though she may collapse.

"I'll cut it off, Grahim." Jaenna said with a sense of authority.

Everyone looked like soldiers, everyone was dressed in their official armour with their rifles resting at sides or on their laps and almost everyone had a blaster pistol tucked somewhere about their persons. Even though it was not the first time Raiders had been into battle together, it was the first these Raiders had been to war together; most of the squad was still relatively new and it was noticeable.

Karash could see Hav and Jae discussing something, but he really didn’t want to say anything just in case Grahim did something stupid or Jae lost it with either of them. It was then that the crappy piece of metal they were travelling in came to a stop and no looked happy about it; if anyone had stay here a moment longer than they had to a serious problem could develop.

"What the- Why did we stop?" Karash said getting up to look out at what was going on. Karash could not see definitely what was going on but people were getting out of the leading truck and they did not look happy.

"Onesa of thesa hissen just found asa body." Grahim said giving a slight whine at the same time.

“A body on the road” Karash thought that this mission was going to be a massive problem as they hadn’t even been here a day and bodies were being found. Considering the place it was left it had to be some sort of warning from the people they were up against.

"Great. Already, the 'easy' mission has turned sour." One of the members of the other platoon looked quite unwell.

Karash did not dwell on the words of the other man for too long as he didn’t know him and honestly didn’t care. As Karash glanced over to Havock he noticed that she now had here eyed closed and here head was resting on the wall of the transport, she received a slight pat on the back from the squads ASL. Karash couldn’t wait too get moving again as he hated sitting here.

“How isa yousa feeling, Kar?” Grahim asked Karash

“Oh I’m fine I just can’t stand this. We are sitting ducks here” Karash replied.

The conversation did continue but Karash was not paying much attention as his mind wandered on to how they were going to do in this mission, hoping that they would all make it back, relatively unharmed.
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May 2, 2009 8:17:02 AM    View the profile of Havock 
Havock was thinking about Corellia. The city, her 'family', the food, the ale. A hand on her shoulder brought her back to the grim reality of where she was right now. They were in a war zone,  in a smelly half-track. Which, by the way, still was not moving.

Hav opened her eyes and looked at Jae. She still had one arm on her knee, but the other was on Hav's shoulder. Probably wondering why I stopped talking, after all of that babbling just a second ago. Havock shook her head, patted Jae's hand and stood up to walk towards the front of the vehicle.

She saw Ron, nose in his datapad, and sat next to him. Havock respected their SL, and not just because she had to. He had made hard decisions in the missions they had been on up until this point. Although he seemed to loose some control on Kalee, Hav never felt that he would purposely endanger any member of the squad.

Havock was completely lost in thought when Ron turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow. “Something on your mind, Lance Corporal?”

Hav chuckled softly. She was still looked straight ahead, she had sat down and not even looked at Ron. Sometimes my ability to zone out even amazes me. Havock rubbed her forehead, she was sweating. She finally looked at Ron, who now had both eye brows raised.

“You know, sometimes you remind me of Jed, my father. The way your always reading. Well he would be reading an actual book, but who does that anymore?” Havock shrugged. Ron's expression went from curious to slightly worried. He thought for another second, then started punching buttons on his datapad.

Holding the pad up in front of Hav's face caused her to jerk backwards slightly. “Can you tell me what that is?” Here head still backed away from the datapad, Havock's eyes shot to her SL. Then she swallowed, relaxed a bit, and looked back at the datapad.

Looking at the picture, she raised her eyebrow and looked back at Ron. “Are you serious?” The expression on his face could have been carved in stone. Hav nodded and chewed on her lip, then just shook her head. “Its a hydraulic servo, its a piston, sorta. Its attached to he pinon. You would find it in vehicles like this one, as long as they were made this century. Ours must have missed the cut off date.”

Nodding he took the datapad from in front of Havock's face. “Ah, okay.” He cocked his head to the side. “Yeah I guess I see that now. Thank you, Havock.”

Havock nodded and added a soft, “yes sir.” Then she stood and walked the few steps to lean over the driver's chair. She found the driver sitting with his arms crossed, looking not so happily out the window. “Any idea when we'll be moving this wagon train along?”

The driver turned slowly to Havock, “do I look like I know the answer to that question?”

Havock raised her hands and shrugged, then smirked and returned to her original seat next to Jae.
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May 2, 2009 8:58:38 AM    View the profile of Kanderin Draken 
Kanderin didn't like waiting, at least when they were moving the whirring of the beaten trucks meant he couldn't hear the bickering. Now, with the engines cold and immobile, he could hear it. It was a little at the start, no more than the occasional curse exchanged between members of Wraith and the Levians that accompanied them. It didn't take long for it to escalate however, Joamer being the first member of his squad to jump to his feet following a particularly harsh insult. Kanderin simply shot him a stare and Joamer sat back down gain, mumbling. The Levian he faced off with chuckled to himself and pull a face.

"You" Kanderin pointed at the man. "Shut up"

"You cant speak to me like that, Sorin will have you head once I tell him" The man snarled back.

"Go ahead and tell him, he can voice his opinion with me if he so feels. Right now, however, you are in my vehicle and you will follow my command, otherwise I will personally strap you down. Are we clear?"

"Clear, sir" The man spat the words out, but Kanderin didn't pay much attention. He was already leaning out of the back of the truck and trying to catch a glimpse into the ones that housed RAIDERS and Iron Horse. Riqimo look particularly stressed, but it didn't stop him flashing Kanderin a smile when he caught him staring. Ron did the same, handling it remarkably well.

"Kand!"

He jumped out of the truck on Arn's command, pausing just long enough to instruct Helena to hold the fort before marching over to where the three commanders stood. The man next to his commander, who he could only assume was the Sorin the Levian had mentioned, gave him a quick once over before tutting and turning away again. Kanderin opened his mouth to speak, but Arn jumped in first.

"There might be trouble up ahead, make sure everyone's ready if it happens. We'll be carrying n the vehicles but slowly, visibility will be too low to risk the speeds we carried on in before"

"Will do Sir" Kanderin nodded, before turning back away again.  He decided to visit Ron and the RAIDERS first, seeing as they appeared to need the most order reinstalled.

"You guys hanging in okay?" He smiled, glancing inside.

"Just barely. Any news?" Ron responded.

He nodded. "We'll be moving out soon, but I recommend you guys lock and load. We don't know what's happened up there, but shit may well have hit the fan" He waggles his finger over to the others sat with them. "You guys better do the same"

Their weapons were loosened from their holsters and loaded as he departed, giving off roughly the same speech to Riqimo's truck. The only difference was his enquiry over the bloody knuckle he wore.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it" The answer came.

"Nothing to do with the guy with the broken nose in RAIDER's car, is it?" Kanderin smirked back.

"Please, I'm a professional"

They shook hands briefly before Kanderin turned his back and jumped back into the Wraith car. Arn and the other two still stood unmoving, discussing some sort of strategy through the smoke screen. He supposed it simply meant more waiting. He hated that.
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May 2, 2009 9:27:59 AM    View the profile of Joamer 
He had always liked Helena, she reminded him of his sister, at least he think she reminded him of his sister. All he knew was that he had a sister somewhere in the vast emptiness of space. He had not as of yet been able to track down his family. So when she became disgruntled, angry, or even a bit scared the old brotherly instincts came to the surface full bore. He knew she did not need the protection, but still there it was.

She was a medic, the farthest thing from a fighter, she even looked like she belonged more in a clinic somewhere, safe, secure. But, he knew differently, when all bets were off and the blood was flying she was one of the ones he trusted at his side. In a fire fight she had proven her worth a thousand times over, she remained calm, collected, gave the right orders at the right time.

Most Wraith had one thing in common, they did not like situations they did not control. Being in a cramped slow moving halftrack was one they did not control.

Hopes around the truck soared briefly as Kand stepped out, but when he returned moments later and sat back down the hopes hit rock bottom once again.

"There is something up in the road ahead, we will be going by it momentarily. We will have to travel slower then we are used to." Kand said the last line so quietly it was hard to hear. But, when everyone understood groans came from both sides of the cabin.

He looked at Helena, who looked more in control at this moment. He wished he could look at himself, he never did like enclosed spaces much. He hid it well enough, but being in this thing with men he would rather shoot then trust had his nerves on edge. He felt himself slipping, every so slightly, his right hand twitched toward his blaster before he stopped himself suddenly.

He looked over at Kand, who locked eyes with him for a moment before looking at Helena. In that moment Joamer understood what was in the road, at least the gist of it. Looking at his squad mate Joamer said simply "The thing in the road is a one not a thing. From the look Kand has it is something bad. If you must look I would prepare yourself for the worst, I think this might unhinge some of us."

Lifting the flap Joamer starred at the dark shape beside the road that was slowly getting closer as the convoy moved around it.
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May 2, 2009 10:46:33 AM    View the profile of StarFruit 
Of all the things that could happen... There just had to be a body in the road. The mission had to get complicated in some way. It couldn't go smoothly. Of course not. Why would it go smoothly while Jaenna was on the mission as well? She scoffed, running a hand through her hair. She hadn't put it up into her messy bun just yet, so the long auburn tresses hung to her shoulders, crimping at the ends. A scowl was plastered on her face, the ball of her right foot giving pressure to the ground, causing her right leg to bounce up and down quickly. It was a nervous habit.

The girl was still hunched over as she had been before. This time, Jaenna's finger were entwined with each other, her forehead resting on the sides of the clenched double-fist. She was breathing softly, trying to calm herself down.

'A body...? A body... It had to be a body. Why not a little bunny thing? No, no. It couldn't have been that not could it? Because this place hates me and wants to freak me out...

Luckily, all of that was in her mind. Otherwise, her fellow troopers might think she was crazy. With a sigh, Jaenna looked up to where Grahim and Karash were still looking out of the half-track's flaps. Those two never really got along, but when things got serious, they had each others' backs. Which was honestly, a very good thing when it came to something like this. This mission, this place, this Army.

"You guys hanging in okay?" Kand's voice came to Jaenna's ears and she stood up almost instantly. The SL of Wraith looked at her for a split second, slightly confused as to why she had stood up so quickly, then looked back to Ron as the SL of RAIDERS gave Kand his answer.

Just barely was right... Jae had just stood at attention to a SL that hasn't been in command of her since her first mission. But that didn't matter right now... Respect and readiness was needed. Especially since this mission looked as though it was going to go to hell and back all too quickly.

"We'll be moving out soon, but I recommend you guys lock and load. We don't know what's happened up there, but shit may well have hit the fan" The SL then looks at the members of the scout platoon, pointing at them and waggling his fingers. "You guys better do the same"

Then, Kand left and went to the last car, that one belonging to Iron Horse.

"Damn Squad Leader... Has no right to command us..." One of the scout soldiers spat after Kand had walked away completely.

This got a rise out of Jaenna, still standing, she stepped over to the idiot trooper and stared down at him, fire burning in her sea-foam eyes. "Look here, you little incompetent bastard. You may be in a different platoon, but while your in this car, and away from your other 'commander'," she used air quotes there, "You listen to the whatever SL who gives you an order.

The soldier growled softly, setting his rifle to his side. Cracking his knuckles, he stood and sized Jaenna up, getting so close to her that their noses were almost touching. "What was that? Last time I checked, you weren't a SL either. So don't give me orders."

"I wasn't giving you orders. I was trying to give you some advice so that Ron or Kand don't end up lopping your head off of your shoulders." She growled back, clenching her fists.

She could here Karash and Grahim talking nervously. Havock was still sitting there, watching the fight about to happen. Raelene sighed and shivered nervously. RB was sleeping, and Ron looked up at the pair who were about have a little tussle.

"Look here, trooper." The man said as he lifted a hand and poked her bony index finger into Jae's chest. "I don't care who your SLs are, or what they can do to me. Because honestly... I could kick their ass any time." He chuckled softly, getting soft cheers from his fellow troopers. He poked Jae's chest again and took a step towards her, pushing Jae a step back. "Why are you talking to me anyways? You're just a woman. No not even a woman: a girl. You're an idiot girl who decided to run home from mommy and daddy because they didn't like her very muc-"

He was cut off as pain shot through his arm, getting a soft whimper from his lips as his arm contorted slightly, trying to get away.

Jaenna had his entire hand in her right fist, her fist clenched, bones in the man's hand were obviously breaking as Jaenna periodically tightened her grip. Havock sighed in the background. Jaenna knew why, too. Havock knew about Jaenna's right arm, and she also knew about Jaenna's family.

"You're right. They didn't like me very much." She tightened her grip again, the man whimpered again. "I guess that's why they 'gave' me this nice arm here." The word gave dripped with poisonous sarcasm. Once again, she tightened her grip on the man's hand, a few more bones cracked and snapped. The man started to hyperventilate, he fell to his knees, tears brimming in his eyes.

"Corporal. Let him go." Ron spoke up finally.

"Yes sir." She did just that. She released the man's hand, which was now crumpled and mangled, a bone sticking out of the flesh here and there. He sat back down on the bench, cradling his now useless hand. Jae went back to her side and sat back down as well. Havock simply moved closer to her and put an arm around Jae's shoulders.

Jaenna was looking at the ground again, now cracking her cybernetic right knuckles.
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May 2, 2009 12:45:31 AM    View the profile of Anival Velasquez 
Anival laid his head back and felt the shudder f the halftrack as it lurched its way forward.  Anival disliked enclosed spaces. He tried to imagine he was somewhere else but it was a futile attempt, in the end he just gave up and looked around. All the occupants of the vehicle looked like a lighted fuse, steadily eating its way to the mother load.

Glancing at the faces around him, Anival felt like he was back at home, during a routine drill, except the transports weren’t as outdated as the halftrack they were on. Anival sighed, then he noticed something odd.

“Didn’t bring the strill?” asked Anival, looking at Joamer.

“Nope” came the reply

“Hmm” said Anival thoughtfully.

If Joamer hadn’t brought the strill it probably meant a lot of the soldiers deployed wouldn’t be coming back.

“I see” said Anival. He laid back again.

The other occupants looked at them, as if the question was as pointless as bantha poodooo.

Then Joamer said something Anival barely caught.

"The thing in the road is a one not a thing. From the look Kand has it is something bad. If you must look I would prepare yourself for the worst, I think this might unhinge some of us."

Anival didn’t worry by now few things could unsettle him.

Feeling more confident, Anival began to whistle.

Most of the Levains stared at him, and two or three scowled at him, Anival kept whistling his battle tune, it sounded eerie in contrast to the silence, and Anival was sure, most of the people onboard wouldn’t recognize the tune, but they would understand its meaning none the less.
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May 2, 2009 1:21:11 PM    View the profile of LeGiT 
He first regained a sense of self but not completely. Flashbacks of his military career kept his mind walling off into a distance. The engine noise and the sweet yet repulsing smell of tobacco filled the vicinity in which Iron Horse reconvened about. By midnight they were barricaded inside a half-track, a tough-shelled military vehicle used to carry from anti-aircraft guns to field howitzers. Though for this mission, its purpose was different.

The engine roared, the tracks jerked and then rolled into motion. The slow paced vehicle moved about in the dark, throwing mud up behind the tracks, coughing black exhaust that could barely been seen in the dusk. Inside the cargo a dim light fainted, slowly reducing its capacity to light up the pitch black interior. As the growing light established some intensity, it turned a nearby shadow into an Iron Horse trooper. Brock blinked awake inside the cargo, holding his hands over his eyes, almost as if the light disturbed his view. After all, the crew had not seen light since the beginning of the mission. From a distance, he could see a trooper pacing back and forth the cargo area. An abstracted expression as she fiddled with her hair. As she drew his attention closer, he adjusted his sight.

The woman turned her head slightly, glanced and with the faint amused curve, kept on pacing about. Hesitantly, he walked up to her, puzzled yet curious. She anticipated his introduction and gave him a swift glance but did not object. 

“What is a beautiful girl like you doing here?” he asked before reaching in for a cigarette.

The rest of the squad mumbled quietly, amusingly waiting for hell to break loose. As he tried to reach in for his lighter, she snapped. Backhand to the cheek, breaking that faint grin off his face and snapping the tightly gripped cigarette between his lips.

“Address me by Assistant Squad Leader Saphira Striker from now on. Capice? She uttered, in that tone-command voice that made Brock swallow the last comments on his mind.

“Ouch! How ‘bout that for a wake up call?” Brock smiled as he rubbed his hand against his cheek, still holding that tear you always get from being slapped.

All the sudden, the cargo shuttered, causing a ruckus that made the squad stumble out of their seats. Consciously, Brock and Saphira squatted, without a clue of what happened. The squad looked puzzled, starring around at each other trying to find some answers.

The half-track suddenly stopped moving and called the attention of Riqimo and the vehicle crewman who at the time were receding in the cockpit.  The door clinched, and two dark figured could be seen as the dim light from the door revealed their faces. 

The squad lined up, throwing a crisp salute before going into a parade rest as Riqimo walked about. In another distance, the vehicle crewman spurred into action and exited through a door compartment that led to the outside. 

“Nobody panic, it was only a jam. We should have this repaired in no time. In the meantime, hang on tight as Imperial HQ gives me orders to deploy. Also, before we leave, Saphira and I will do an inspection. So make all necessary preparations.” Riqimo ordered, pacing back and forth elegantly, in his imperial officer uniform, with his hands behind his back. 

Riqimo shortly ordered an “at ease”, causing the crowd to spread out. As he looked around, he encountered Saphira who was nearing his sight.

“Saphira, did you meet our returning member yet?” he said.

“Oh yeh, let’s just say I straightened him up pretty well.” She smirked, looking back at Brock to capture his attention, before she could see him waving at her in the distance.
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May 2, 2009 3:24:16 PM    View the profile of Joamer 
As if to torment the soldiers the convoy slowed down even further as it moved around the body. Joamer had shut the flap tightly, he knew his squad could handle seeing a body that had been torn apart. He just did not want to test that belief today. None the less right at the wrong moment Helena had peered out of the corner, her gasp was proof enough of what she saw.

"Hmm, interesting." Her reply caught Joamer off guard. She had gone from stressed out to medic mode in an instant. "That looks like a blaster wound, but what could of done that?" She asked no one in particular.

Glancing out the flap Joamer said "A high powered one, long range sniper rifle at close range maybe, if the setting was right."

"Like the one you carry on your back?" One of Levians said quietly.

Turning around Joamer fixed the man with calm expression then answered sarcastically "Actually it can do a lot more damage then just that. You should see this baby at point blank range on full power. Would you like to see what it does?" Joamer began reaching behind him but Kanderin stopped him by clearing his throat.

"Let's remain civil shall we?" Kanderin said quietly from the back of the transport.

Shrugging Joamer leaned back again and starred at a stain on the ceiling.

A few minutes later Anival leaned close and whispered "What about that thing Sorin carries?"

"I'm sure of it, and they were here before us." Joamer said as he gave the same Levian that had spoken earlier a long glance.

"I hear Strills are dirty, smelly, dumb animals. And, that they take after their masters." The same Levian said not quite soft enough not to overhear. "Must be a pathetic thing if it would shack up with the likes of them." He said to one of the men beside him.

Joamer did not remember standing up or how his fist ended up in the mans shoulder, but he did remember the loud crack it made as the bone shattered. The sound of pistols being drawn and the safety guards being switched off filled the small transport. Not surprisingly the Wraiths had the Levians beat in response by nearly six seconds.

"You will pay for that boy." The levian said as he started to stand. The pain in his voice was evident, as it was in his eyes, but he still managed to lift himself off the seat rather quickly.

"Everyone freeze! The next person who touches the other group is being court marshaled, or shot." Kand shouted suddenly.

Slowly everyone began putting away weapons, Joamer sat down calmly and removed his gauntlet and glove. Flexing his fist he examined the frame of his cybernetic arm, looking for any signs of stress. Punching armor, even scout armor left dents.

"Only a small fracture in one of the rods, nothing to bad." Joamer muttered to himself.

The angry growl that filled the cabin was loud. Joamer looked up at the angry expressions on every Levians face as they starred at his hand.

"Cyborg." They all said at nearly the same time. Joamer could only smile.
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May 2, 2009 4:22:24 PM    View the profile of Havock 
Havock had watched as the scout trooper pushed Jae's buttons. She was sure to keep an eye on the situation, not only the one in Jae's face, Jaenna could handle him herself. Hav was making sure his buddies didn't get any ideas about backing the moron up.

Havock smirked as Jae crushed his hand. She warned him. When will they learn, idiots.

Jae sat down when it was all over, and Havock watched the scout trooper whimper over to his side of the cramped half track. Jae looked tired, stressed, and now quite angry as she started to systematically crack her knuckles. Without much thought, Havock scooted closer to Jae and put her arm around her friends shoulders.

“You certainly have a way with people, don't you?” Jae looked up at Hav, quizzically. Almost as if she didn't hear what Havock had said. Then she relaxed, just barely, not even noticeably to most but Havock knew Jae well enough to tell.

Jae took a deep breath to say something, then just blew it out and shook her head.

Havock squeezed Jae's shoulder. “Don't worry, hun. Next one that steps out of line is mine, you take a break for a while. I'll kick some scout trooper ass for ya'”

Jae actually chuckled at that then smiled and used her 'I'm serious' voice. “No, no you won't Lance Corporal. Let just get through the rest of this ride and save it for the battlefield. Oh and by the way, when you become a scout you ever act like that I reserve the right to kick your ass.”

“Oh yeah, definitely. In fact I'll make sure they add that in as a byline during the ceremony, it'll say 'Congrats your a scout, now respect your superiors or Jaenna Caldwin will kick your ass'. I like that, they should just put that in for everyone.” Jae punched Hav playfully in the arm. Looking across to the scouts they didn't look nearly as amused, and were even staring at the two of them rather incredulously.

Jae leaned back to rest her arms on her knees and started to fidget with her hands. Hav just shook her head and leaned over to match Jae's pose. “Seriously though, you okay?”

Jae looked over at Havock for what seemed like a long time. “Are you?”

Hav thought about that for a minute, her eyes moving about as she contemplated. She frowned and shook her head. “No, I'm terrified. But...” She looked around at the faces of the other RAIDERS crammed into the half track. “I'm pretty sure there's no where else I would rather be right now. Weird, huh?”

“No, I don't think that weird at all.” Jae smiled, barely. Then turned her attention back to the floor of the truck. Havock was very aware of the fact that Jae had managed to completely avoid the original question, but she knew that probably meant it was best not to push her.

Havock leaned back in her seat, and rested her head back on the canvas window. She really hoped they finished whatever procedural thing they had to do to get this convoy moving again. They needed to get to their destination and out of these vehicles before they all killed each other rather than the enemy.

Near her she could see Raelene, who had been further rattled by the whole situation. She made a mental note to speak to the girl before the real fighting began, now she just had to figure out what to say to her.
Ron was back with his nose in his datapad. Rogueboy was...still sleeping? Havock wasn't sure if she would ever be able to sleep again with all the adrenaline she currently had overloading her system. But there he was, snoring. Then there was Karash and Grahim.

“If you even think about it, so help me Gungan...” Hav raised an eyebrow as she heard Karash's voice before her eyes could adjust on the duo.

From the looks of it Grahim was having some kind of disagreement with a scout who was sitting next to Karash, leaving poor Karash between the two of them.

“Hesa started itsa. Hesa staring, so mesa aska whasa problems?”

“Look just drop it, Grahim. Once they get this...so called...vehicle running again, we will be there quickly. So please just let it be. And if you don't stop reaching over me and sticking that tongue of yours out in front of me, I swear I'll cut it off.”

The two continued to speak, but in quiet tones. It looked as though the situation had been dissolved for the time being. So Havock grabbed her two blaster pistols she had carried on the mission along with her DC-15 blaster rifle. She made sure that all three were loaded and ready to go, before resting her head back on the canvas window and trying to relax as she waited.
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May 2, 2009 4:23:45 PM    View the profile of Kanderin Draken 
Slowly, the convoy inched forward. The five minute trip up to the checkpoint had so far taken closer to twenty, but the first buildings were coming into view. And the blood. It tricked down the road parallel to their vehicles, a constant reminder that something had gone very, very wrong. It's volume increased exponentially as they  crawled their way up the hill, to a point where it resembled a river at the very top. Kanderin leaned out of the truck to glance up at the source, but whatever caused it had been removed.

"Don't you find it weird there's no bodies?" He asked, not looking at the squad.

"Maybe its our guys cleaning up? No one said we lost whatever battle happened here" Joamer shrugged, moving to join Kanderin at the back.

"Or they're attempting to mask their path" He patted Joamer on the shoulder and then pointed up to the steep cliff faces coming into view down from the checkpoint. "Keep your rifle trained up there, if you see anything aiming back at us, kill it immediately. If you see anything else, call me to look"

Joamer nodded and went back to his seat to unpack the rifle. They passed through a small arch that signalled the beginning of the village. It took up a large area but wasn't necessarily big, there was easily room for the trucks to park side by side between every building. In some windows, the mountings that once held mounted rifles remained intact, but the weapons were long lost. In others makeshift barriers shut out all the light. Or at least they did initially, light was now able to break in through the large gashes cut into them. There was a flicker of light emerge from the long grass engulfing one of the buildings, enough to catch Kanderin's eye sharply. A man lay on his back in the grass, eyes staring straight at him and a hand reaching out towards him.

"Stop the convoy! We've got a live one!" He shouted, jumping up onto the back gate of the truck and waving his arms towards the lead driver. The brake lights shone, and the trucks screeched to a halt. Kanderin hopped off the back and sprinted towards the man, Anival shortly after.

The man didn't react to Kanderin's rush towards him, his eyes giving all the emotion he needed. They were dilated, eyes that shouted 'Help me' far louder than a voice ever could.

"It's okay buddy, we'll here to help. What happened here!" He shouted forward, dropping to his knee's has he reached the man. There was a severe amount of blood leaching out of the plants and pooling around Kanderin's feet. "Where are you hurt? I'm a Medic"

Still no answer.

"Help me pull him out into the open Anival, he's in shock"

His trooper nodded and took the mans left hand while Kand took the right, on a count of three both pulled him out loose. Only his top half came out, blood gushing out over each of their feet.

Kanderin felt his throat tighten, the shock of the dismembered body providing enough force to push him clean to the ground. The eye's still stared at him, the hand still reached out in need for help. But the entrails were enough to keep him far, far away from the world of the living.

"We leave, now" He ordered, spitting after he finished the sentence in a desperate attempt to erase the vision. He didn't take another look as he got to his feet and dragged Anival up with him. He heard a voice in his head beg him to turn around, beg him to help the man with the pleading eyes. He ignored it, knowing the shock of the revelation had slowed his minds ability to keep up with reality. In his mind, he was still alive, still in need of help. He was still thinking it as he got back onto the truck. Still thinking it as
Wraith and Levian alike gathered around him, questioning what happened. He was still thinking it as Helena got him water, and still thinking it as Arnaut showed up to check if everything was okay. He nodded automatically and he left again, the convoy starting up again not long afterward. He was still thinking it for several minutes after, until suddenly, like a gunshot, his mind caught up to his body.

He wanted to go home.
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May 2, 2009 6:50:25 PM    View the profile of Karash 
Karash was just sitting in the moving tin can reviewing the events that had just occurred between Raiders and the other platoon. Basically Raiders ASL had just broken some troopers’ hand, for reasons unknown to Karash, Grahim and another scout were getting increasingly more annoying and the damned convoy seemed to be going slower than ever.

Although the injured trooper was obviously an idiot Karash, as a medic, knew that the trooper would be of more use if something could be done about the hand. “Come on; let me have a look at that because you can’t fight like that.”

“I don’t need any help from you!” The man tried to shout but he seemed overcome with pain.

“I can tell you that you won’t be seeing much action because that looks as if it needs some bacta therapy.” Karash just looked at the man with a slight look of contempt at his arrogance.

Then Karash turned and went back to his seat where the next problem would begin to develop, Grahim and the scout next to him had started a full blown argument by the time he had returned to his seat. Karash did not know what the argument was about and he did not want to know but he was not going to let another fight break out because if this convoy had to stop again Karash would not be responsible for his actions.

“Grahim move over there, now!” Karash had no real authority but the Gungan moved and slid down the bench.

“Hesa was saying stupido stuff about mesa.” Grahim said to Karash breathing heavily.

“I could not care less what he was doing; it is your responsibility to not make this squad look worse than it already does.” Grahim looked down at the floor. “Look at me when I am speaking, now you will not do anything else.”

“Hesa started itsa. Hesa staring, so mesa aska whasa problems?” Grahim said with a sense of anger in his voice. He was clearly very edgy, everyone was but the three platoons needed to stay united because they would eventually need each other.

“Look just drop it, Grahim. Once they get this...so called...vehicle running again, we will be there quickly. So please just let it be. And if you don't stop reaching over me and sticking that tongue of yours out in front of me, I swear I'll cut it off.” Karash was starting to lose his patience at this point.

It was then that Karash realised how much like a school teacher that he sounded with that calm yet authority filled tone of voice, even though he had no authority over anyone or thing. It was odd what certain situations did to people because normally Karash did not like to get involved in other peoples business but he felt it his duty to try and keep things under control where he could.

Karash then reached out grabbed Grahim’s tongue which was once again heading in the direction the scout. “So help me Grahim, I will not be responsible for my action if I see this thing ever again!” Karash was shouting now.

“Is everything alright Karash?” Ron had once again popped up from behind his datapad.

“Yes sir, no problems here. Is there Grahim?” Karash replied.

Grahim just proceeded to mumble as Karash was still holding his tongue, but what happened next made everyone temporarily stop as a dismembered body was found in the road. Though no one could see it directly everyone could see the blood stains all over the area; this was beginning to look worse and worse with every passing minute.
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May 2, 2009 7:23:03 PM    View the profile of Joamer 
Joamer had continued assembling his DC-15, a highly modified DC-15. It looked nothing like the standard issue rifle that the old clone troopers used. He had spent close to a hundred thousand credits making it one of the best sniper rifles in the Empire. The barrel was elongated, it had a advanced cooling system, the auto-compensation system was of a design not yet available on the open market. The scope itself was state-of-the-art, perfect clarity at close to five miles with this thing, with thermal, infrared, and night vision capabilities built in.

Locking the last piece in place and flipping the power cycle on he rested the butt end of the weapon on the ground and looked around the small transport. Every Scout trooper had unmistakable longing in their eyes, for a brief moment the loathing was replaced with something closer to respect. All except the one with the shattered shoulder, his eyes held promises that Joamer wished he would try to make good on.

Joamer placed the rifles harness around his shoulders and eased the barrel out of the side of the transport. Turning around slightly he put his knee up and then used it with his hand as a support base. Scanning the country side slowly he flipped through the various magnifications not really expecting to see anything. Stopping at a strange looking mound he flipped the magnification higher and nearly swore before he stopped himself.

The mound was unmistakable with this scope, he had seen it before, twice actually. Three of them now, what the frak happened here he thought.

Swinging his head around he caught Kands eyes and nodded very slightly. Seeing the grimace from his SL he began scanning the countryside again.

Minutes or hours later, he really didn't know, you could loose yourself when you started looking for something and nothing at the same time, he heard a throat being cleared behind him. Sitting up and swing around and saw one the scouts with an impressive looking rifle in front of him.

"If you carry that you must have some skill with it." The scout said without any menace in his voice. "We respect skill and accuracy, so how about a little target practice?"

Turning his head Joamer locked eyes with Kanderin. Seeing the smirk and the quick nod he smiled. Standing up He knelt on the floor and placed the rifle against the sideboard. He watched as the scout copied his position, and placed his own rifle on the sideboard.

  Joamer waited a few moments while the scout found a suitable target.


"Three klicks, 22 mark 48. Northwest of that ridge, rock formation." The scout said without lifting his eye from the scope.

Scanning the country side without thinking about the coordinates, something he was not able to do a few months ago,  Joamer found the formation within a few seconds.

"Good choice, two rocks standing out in the open. Almost as if they were put there just for us." Joamer mumbled half to himself.

"I got right, you got left. First person to hit the target wins." The scout said.

Long moments passed, by this time anyone with some form of scope or Macrobinoculars had scanned the area and found the formation. The tension in the transport was gone, and a nervous anticipation had replaced it. Both shooters seemed to not breath as they mentally ran calculations, but with the rocking of the transport such calculations would only provide some hope of hitting the target, the rest required luck.

Cold bore shot, Joamer thought, trickie. Here's hoping my luck is good today, missing this shot would sure suck.

Breathing slowly, he held his breath for a long moment then exhaled. Squeezing the trigger a nearly silent thrum emitted from both rifles at nearly the same instant. Four seconds later both rocks seemed to vanish in a puff of debris and smoke.

Raising his head he met the eyes of the scout as he made his way back to his side of the transport. Joamer gave a small nod and settled back to watch the countryside. The scouts lipped twitched for a brief moment before the stone mask settled once again onto his face.

He could feel the eyes on him, both from his squad and the scouts.
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May 2, 2009 8:24:09 PM    View the profile of Anival Velasquez 
So far everybody hated everybody, and a hand had been crushed, Anival just shut everybody out and fell asleep. Anival’s helmet fell to the floor, and he awoke, picked up his helmet and looked around, Kand was signaling to an area outside.

Anival was settling in for another nap, when Kand shouted for the driver to stop. Kanderin shot out of the halftrack and ran to a body, Anival followed suit.

"It's okay buddy, we'll here to help. What happened here!" asked Kand, kneeling. "Where are you hurt? I'm a Medic" The man didn’t answer

"Help me pull him out into the open Anival, he's in shock" Anival took Kand’s word for it.

They pulled the man up, Anival’s first thought was, this man is light. Blood splattered on his armored feet.

Then he noticed the man was in two pieces, Anival felt like vomiting, only years of battle, and discipline kept his stomach in line.  Still he stood there staring at the man, Anival vaguely heard Kand say anything then he remembered being back in the halftrack.

Anival sat down, and thought upon what he had seen, there was no way he would forget that, now he had another nightmare, and the thoughts of what laid ahead, Anival shuddered, and for the first time in so many years, Anival was scared, he had seen the look on Kand’s face, and for some reason that scared him even more.

Anival sought a way to get his mind off the body. He thought of asking Kand what could have done that, but he didn’t

He reached for his standard issue E-11, and started polishing it. Then he started on his DC-15.

Finally taking out a thumper grenade, he started to twirl it on his fingers.

Anival noticed Joamer and someone else on a window, then they fired, and everybody went back, Anival didn’t doubt the cyborgs skill’s, he had been with him for a while. He just thanked any god out there that Joamer would be fighting on his side.

The half track started to move again, and Anival laid his head back, wishing they could encounter some battles, at least so he could take his mind off things, slowly the halftrack inched forward, and Anival’s helmet fell again.
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“What is a beautiful girl like you doing here?” he asked before reaching in for a cigarette.

The rest of the squad mumbled quietly, amusingly waiting for hell to break loose. As he tried to reach in for his lighter, she snapped. Backhand to the cheek, breaking that faint grin off his face and snapping the tightly gripped cigarette between his lips.

“Address me by Assistant Squad Leader Saphira Striker from now on. Capice? She uttered, in that tone-command voice.

“Ouch! How ‘bout that for a wake up call?” Brock smiled as he rubbed his hand against his cheek, still holding that tear you always get from being slapped.

Saphira smiled as the others  almost looked like they were about to laugh. While she was fair, the Twi'lek had no desire for pathetic  pick up lines. She's heard them all. Each annoyed her and it was like  the men she had met before in bars on leave. They all would use the same thing,try to buy her a drink and get ' comfy ' with her.

I think the worse one I heard was "That's a pretty name for a pretty  Lady.."


She thought idly when the cargo shuttered and  instanlty Saphira moved and crouched and others tumbled over. Looking over instantly at Doc for an answer as she recongised him before the man walked in.

He does have a presence.. that's for sure..



They saluted and lined up to wait for an answer. Not that she was worried, but there were a few looks of concern across the faces of her comrades in arms.


“Nobody panic, it was only a jam. We should have this repaired in no time. In the meantime, hang on tight as Imperial HQ gives me orders to deploy. Also, before we leave, Saphira and I will do an inspection. So make all necessary preparations.” Riqimo ordered, pacing back and forth elegantly, in his imperial officer uniform, with his hands behind his back.."  He paused for a moment and looked quickly around before adding. "“At ease."

Saphira swore she heard a few sighs of relief and nearly smirked when Doc  walked up near her.

“Saphira, did you meet our returning member yet?” he said.

“Oh yeh, let’s just say I straightened him up pretty well.” She smirked, looking back at Brock to capture his attention, before she could see him waving at her in the distance.

"Well.. Perhaps not enough... Yet...."  She added with a smile. Doc gave a grin back.


"I'll leave you to it then."  Looking at the other troopers. She knew that look by heart now. "By the way.. For those of you who don't know Striker... Don't get on her bad Side. Ask around and you'll find why.. Hot tempered she may be.. but a good solider to have to guard your back."

He then left after they all saluted again and  Saphira looked back over to Brock who looked like he had  swallowed something awful. It was enough that she knew he was either faking it.. or was going to actualy ask around at how tough she could be.

Soon enough they will know..


Sitting back down she looked over to Brock who gave her a smile and then looked sheepeshly away. It was  enough  for now and time for some rest before they would do an inspection. ASL  was going to be a whole new ball game for her and the rest. Sense she swore when she joined up she'd never wat a position like this. Now she gladly took it and would do her best not to loose another troper.
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The E-11 barrel gleamed with a black liquid color as Urakai laid a coat of polish over the rigid metal, even if it wasn’t noticed in the back of the dim half-track. The polish could not, however remove the coarse scorch marks at the butt of the barrel from previous blasting in battle. After he was satisfied with his weapon’s appearance, he replaced the polish into a small box of miscellaneous items under his seat. With a sudden reluctance of returning his time waster, Urakai sat in silence with his E-11 secured neatly beside him. Though tweaking it with accuracy upgrades over the years and the newly added reflex sight, his old blaster rifle still had nowhere near the kill count as the Treppus-2 Vibroblades strapped to his thigh armor. There was nothing Urakai thought worse than the scream of a man dying, and there was nothing he thought better than a weapon that ended it quickly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a personal scenario play out between a trooper and their ASL. Urakai gave a tiny smirk and shook his head, This squad’ll be interesting. While he had met a member or two before, there was nothing really Urakai could conclude about them in battle. The only thing he could think to do was his job and nothing more. But I hope I don’t have to get used to these scenes that keep happening he thought to himself as he rested his head back on the wall.

With warning, the half-track lurched forward and rumbled before it shuddered to a halt. Urakai reached out to grab something but could not in time to prevent himself from tumbling over onto the floor. It was lucky he did, however, as one of the bacta tubes he had stored in a small locker above rolled out. Quickly Urakai outstretched his hand and caught it before it could shatter its contents all over the storage section. Questions raced through his mind about their abrupt stop.

As he quickly pulled himself up off the trooper strewn floor, the Iron Horse’s squad leader came through the door with the vehicle crewman. There was no mistake Riqimo was their squad leader, whoever prepared his classy Imperial Uniform made sure of it.

“Nobody panic, it was only a jam. We should have this repaired in no time. In the meantime, hang on tight as Imperial HQ gives me orders to deploy. Also, before we leave, Saphira and I will do an inspection. So make all necessary preparations.” The SL ordered, pacing back and forth before adding. “At ease.”

Urakai briefly sighed. My head’s been out of this game too long. He propped his knee onto his seat and reached for the locker above, then slowly pulled his medic pack down. Opening it, he replaced the bacta tube next to the anaesthetic stims. It wasn’t filled with your average trooper’s medpack for sure, but Urakai was still concerned about what he had to limit it to. Though he wasn’t a qualified Medic yet, he still knew the difference between life and death. Securing everything on his utility belt and his medpack, Urakai took a seat once more. Observing the rest of the squad who were, at this point, either sitting down or having a small chat, he let his head rest against the wall once more and slowly let his eyes shut.

Apart from not being about to see, Urakai was alert to everything taking place around him. He could feel and hear everything from the conversations to the clanking of metal outside the half-track. He held up this way for a while until it became irritating to hearing nothing but noise. Though having no desire to sleep, he could not help but let his mind go devoid of everything and let the outside world stay outside.
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May 3, 2009 2:05:23 PM    View the profile of Saphira Striker 
After what seemed like hours, but mere minutes, Saphira looked up and over towards the trooper who was letting his head rest against the wall with his eyes shut.


If I remember that's Urakai


Standing she walked over towards him. Her boots tapping gently on the steel metal. A few heads turned and looked for a moment to see what she was going to do, before going back to their conversations. Stopping right in front of him, Urakai opened his eyes and looked up straight into the silver eyes of his ASL.

"Need something?" He asked with a carefree voice. Saphira smirked. He hadn't used her rank or anything. Half tempted to render that she decided to let it slide for now.

"Just a chat Urakai.. and yes.. I know who you are.. After all, I do get notified when troopers return to the corps.. And your not a recruit. From the way you carry yourself.. You're a good fighter. Probably can handle most weapons and maybe some hand to hand."


When his eyes opened slightly wide she knew he was thinking if she was right, or if she was just messing with him. It all came down to a test and Saphira loved it. The mind was easy to mess with, yet fun to see what they were thinking about.

"Yes I see you have also a med pack. So you're good with or decent with field medicine.. And.. I do have to ask.." Saphira then sat down next to him. "What made you decide to come back?"
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May 3, 2009 2:12:51 PM    View the profile of LeGiT 
The truck’s brakes gave a long, shivering moan while moving into motion. A weird creepy sound that could only signify that repair was underway.  The motor accelerated, easing its bulk and weight, jerking the tracks forward with a series of squeaks and shudders.

Brock lightly squatted onto the metal pavement, gripping the barrel of his rifle and resting it on his shoulder. Uneasily calm, he turned left, catching a small window nearby that kept his sight visible to the outside. Brock watched as the dim lights from the half-tracks neared the squad’s vicinity, slowly passing them one by one, lifting the mud that stanched every last window. Keeping their visibility at zero.

Great ‘effin great….  Brock thought to himself, tampering with his pride, wondering if Iron Horse could ever catch up.  It was clearly a race against the sun and Iron Horse was dead last in the convoy. Some things didn’t take much thinking, and getting out of there was one of them.

Bock saw his squad hunched over in the cargo, nodding to their luck, keeping no room for hope. A really disturbing view of what an elite squad should look like. Brock’s pride however didn’t let a moment go to waste, and without hesitation clinched the cockpit’s door open. Finding his commanding officers murmuring with unease calm.

As he entered, he could see a light barely holding on to a metal rope that was swaying uncontrollably, keeping the shadows of Riqimo’s facial expression unclear.

“Doc, sorry to bother you but I just can’t sit back while the rest of the platoon blows off smoke in front of us.”  He said. Calmly lighting up part of the cigarette still found between his lips. Letting his lungs enjoy a puff of smoke that soothed him momentarily.

“Spit it out.. “ Riqimo said. Keeping his thoughts to himself, for a spare.

“I think that leaving the vehicle crewman outside alone is a risky thing to do. Don’t you think?” Brock asked, letting Riqimo soak up his advice.

“Sounds like a good idea.. Since you’re so eager, you and Sam will patrol until the repairs are complete.” Riqimo said, turning back to Saphira to catch her acknowledge with a slight nod.

While Riqimo called in for Sam through his ComLink, Brock forced the stubby cartridges into the magazine, and stocked up two flashbangs into his utility belt. His short appraisal for I’m ready situations.

The door squeaked, the annoying sound that signaled a nearby presence. As the trooper closed in, the unstable lighting turned a nearby shadow into a Zabrak. There was only one trooper Brock knew of that had facial characteristics like that.

“Sam. Welcome to the party.” Riqimo added in a jokingly matter.

“Sammay?” Brock asked, grunting his eyebrows in a puzzling matter.

A delighted grin appeared on Brock’s face after Sam’s acknowledgment. A clear sign of satisfaction of having him join up with him again.

The Lieutenant started off,. “ These are the laws of patrolling:”
“Law one, always look cool,”
“Law two, never get lost,”
“Law three, if you get lost remember to look cool.”

Silence filled the room, each trooper catching the Lieutenant’s humor and acknowledging with a nod. But they knew the seriousness involved in the mission, especially the risks. Just as the great quote says: Anything can go wrong. Undoubtedly, Riqimo knew he left this mission in the hands of two fine troopers; he didn’t need to brief them about what to do if they find enemy contact or on how they patrol an area. It was all second nature to them. No one knew if Riqimo purposely might have picked them both either because of their past service together or their recent deployment with Iron Horse. The question was still in the air.

As the two deployed outside, Sam took the lead, keeping positive eye contact with Brock, checking all perimeters. They both moved in a steady rate of movement, keeping a subtle yet refined lookout for enemy contact, maintaining concealment in prone until Sam called in for a clear. They took all necessary precautions, but not to any extreme.Moments later, they found the vehicle crewman lying in the mud, clanging metal against metal, desperately trying to ease the jam.

Brock and Sam kept on following their two-man formation, each looking opposite from each other, at a different rate of perception to cover from all angles, sterilizing the area. The rest of the squad was aware. From the corner of his eye, Brock could see the culmination of troopers watching from the lateral windows as they both handled the situation. Some troopers still had an unease sense of security, yet some knew this mission was in good hands.
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May 3, 2009 2:55:30 PM    View the profile of StarFruit 
“Is everything alright Karash?” Jaenna had heard Ron say to Karash. The SL stood in front of Karash, datapad still in one hand, the other holding a stylus.


“Yes sir, no problems here. Is there Grahim?” Karash had turned to look at Grahim, his tongue still being gripped by Karash.

The Gungan mumbled softly, but the mumbling almost instantly died down as the half-track came to a stop and everybody saw Kand and one of his troopers run towards what appeared to be a man lying in the dirt, eyes pleading for help, hand stretching out towards whatever help came first.

As the half-track lurched to a stop, Jaenna stood, after steadying herself by placing a hand on the cold steel wall of the vehicle. With a grunt, Jaenna hopped out of the vehicle and watched the spectacle unfold. Kand told his other trooper to help him pull the man to safety. Blood went everywhere as the man’s torso came apart, stringing his entrails about the ground. Kand stepped back, his face had fallen into sadness and most of all shock. He and his trooper walked back to their car and disappeared in side of it.

Sighing, Jaenna stood there, her eyes locked onto the blood soaked ground. That was when she decided to look around at everything, those sea-foam eyes finally taking in the scene, her brain attempting – and failing – to calculate just what may have happened here. It was just so… gory. Surprising as well. But even while Jaenna stood there, taking all of this in, her expression remained the same. Stoic. She didn’t care about the dead civilian, or what… looked like most of a civilian.

“Damn.” Her voice was soft, still expressionless. Nothing passed her eyes other than plain, cold… nothingness. She needed to save her expression for when they counted, and right a dead body that was torn in two couldn’t give a shit less about what expression was on her face.

Jaenna turned around and saw Havock standing there. “Hav, don’t look. You really should go back insid-“

“No.” Jae was surprised at Havock’s word. Stepping towards Havock, she reached up and placed both hands on her friends shoulders.

“Havock. Please get back in the truck, and suit up. The convoy is moving again nayways. I’m asking you as a friend, and commanding you as your ASL.” The Corporal’s expression softened as she looked deep into Havock’s eyes, which were blank, and glazed with tears as the trooper stared at the dismembered body.

Slowly, Havock nodded, gulping down a bit of spit up before she turned and made her way back into the moving half-track. Jaenna followed, hopping onto the slow moving vehicle quickly, so not to slip and fall back off again.

Once back inside, the troopers, both RAIDERS and Levian were looking at her. Ron stood and approached Jaenna, datapad actually on his belt now, stylus away as well. A quizzical look was plastered on the Senior Sergeant’s face. “Is… everything okay, Corporal?” Genuine worry filled his voice as he looked the ASL up and down, as if checking for any wounds. The look on his face confused Jaenna to a point, but she ignored the want to ask why he was worried about her. She looked about the troopers in the truck, their bodies bouncing up and down while the truck slowly trudged along the bumpy village road.

“Just a dismembered civilian. That’s the only body in this whole damn village though. Blood everywhere. I don’t know what happened here, but we better suit up. Just in case. Since this checkpoint was obviously demolished, we're heading to another one I believe. But I haven't heard anything else from the other SLs or Arnaut.

Ron smiled as he looked down at his confident ASL. It was now clear to him that he had made an amazing choice in making her ASL. “I understand, Corporal. Wake him up Rogueboy, and suit up.” He then turned to the rest of RAIDERS. “The rest of you suit up as well. We are losing daylight by the looks of it. So we need to be prepared for whatever comes to us. Get to it RAIDERS!"

With a crisp salute, everyone in RAIDERS set to work, gearing up and getting ready for anything that may come to them tonight. Havock put her helmet on and locked it into place, Grahim set about getting his rifle ready, Karash doing the same. Raelene, still shaking slightly, grabbed her rifle and helmet and got ready as well. The SL, Ron, made his way over to his little corner and suited up with his armor and weapons, too.

Everyone was ready. Except for… Rogueboy. The Platoon Sergeant was still sleeping, helmet resting in his lap, and rifle leaning against his thigh. With a grumble deep in her throat, Jaenna trotted over to the sleeping trooper and kicked his seat. “Oi! Wake up, RB. We need to suit up and get ready. The convoy started moving again.” She picked up his helmet and put it on his head for him. Finally, the man shook awake and sighed, looking up at Jaenna through the view port of the Stormtrooper helmet.

“Ugh… Yes mam.” He said with a chuckle as he grabbed his rifle. "Wait... what? When did it stop?" His expression was comical to say the least, dumbfounded confusion, and a smirk of utter 'lost-in-spaceyness'.

"... Just suit up, RB." Jaenna shook her head and laughed at the Platoon Sergeant, her smile soft and caring. Then, when Rogueboy cocked his head to the side a bit and chuckled at Jaenna, a bemused look on his face, the ASL came to realization that she had been staring at the guy. "Oh... uh... Sorry. Suit up. Get ready. All that stuff."

As Jaenna walked away to go sit back down, her DC-15 in her lap, she could hear RB chuckling softly, watching her walk away. Sitting there, Havock next to her as always, a soft smile spread across Jaenna's lips, her cheeks flushed pink and she hung her head down as she had during the first part of the ride, trying to conceal the rather obvious blush.
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May 3, 2009 3:13:31 PM    View the profile of Saphira Striker 
They didn't get outside very far when saphira was confronted by Doc. She turned and started to salute when he interrupted her.

"Get those troopers back in NOW! The convoy is moving and we need to go now!"

"Yes Sir!"


She replied and slammed her head out the door. Looking hard she found Sam and Brock not far ahead. Looking very carefully around. At least they are being smart about it. Saph thought as she looked over to see the truck ahead was already moving.

"Troopers! Get back.. Double time.. NOW!"

Her voice shouted like a drill instructor. In that same moment the engine started on their truck and started to move. Brock and Sam looked back and instantly ran back towards them. Stepping over fallen tree limbs and broken pieces of what looked like what use to be a blaster and other metal parts. They continued to run and Saph knew that once the convoy moved they wouldn't stop. Brock reached her first as Striker shoved her hand out.


"Grab my hand.."


"I'm.. trying..." Brock said as he swiped at her hand and missed by half an inch. behind him was Sam who was looking like he was going to start running out of breath. Dang it.. It's speeding up

"Again.. NOW!"


Brock swung his rifle out and thank got for it being on safety as he swung it at her. Saph got the barrel end and grabbed it and yanked him hard into the side of the door with a thud sound. Pulling closer she yanked him up and pulled him in.

"Thanks.." He breathed and slide over. Saph made a mental note to talk to him about using the weapon in that matter. Hopefully it wasn't damaged. yet she had Sam yet to grab.

"You're not done yet Brock.. grab my legs and hold tight."

"What!"


"Just do it.. That's an Order.."


"Yes Ma'am." He repleid and did it as she slid on her stomach and hung out of the truck.


"Sam.. Run.. you are almost there. " She held her hand out as he seemed to be almost wanting to stop. "No.. Don't you dare.. Reach.. " She ordered and Sam sped up once more as she slide out farther. All her ab workout's were paying off as she then grabbed his left hand and pulled him forward. "Pull me back Brock.."


He yanked back and together they got Sam back in the truck. With a heavy sigh she pushed him aside and Shut the door with a click. Then she leaned over and looked at everyone else.


"So.. Let's not do that again..." Saphira replied, trying not to think of the almost mishap that could have resulted in a missing trooper being on his own. So onward the convoy went and in stepped in Doc.


"Good Job Saph.. and you two as well for getting back here. That was good teamwork... " Doc replied and then smiled as saph brushed a hand over her for head before standing up to take a seat and relax for a moment.
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May 3, 2009 3:57:23 PM    View the profile of Bacardi 
Bacardi was resting in the cramped truck—his Stormtrooper helmet off and his pistol (a S-5 Multi-Function Blaster Pistol) out—when the other members of Iron Horse came running towards the truck. Bacardi put his helmet back on and rested his 500 Squad Repeating Blaster Riot Gun on his shoulder and moved to the back of the truck, away from the front where he was, to make room for the others.

“You guys look rested,” Bacardi said sarcastically as all three of them got in the truck.

“Very funny.” Brock shot back. “We actually went outside.”

“If you’re referring to my pale self, then you’re—”

“Oh, shut up – all of you.” Saphira bellowed.

“Fair enough,” Bacardi muttered.

“Private – close the doors.” Riqimo Pershaw—Bacardi’s Squad Leader—commanded. The private from another squad immediately closed the door. Then the convoy immediately set off and everyone began to bounce up and down. Everyone then began to babble about random things.

“So, when are we going to reach the target?” Brock said, trying to make conversation.

“I believe it is in about half an hour,” Sam—a Sergeant First Class and Zabrak—replied. Sam was Bacardi’s former ASL, at least when Bacardi was in Paladin.

“Well, that is good.” Brock then removed his pistol and began to examine it. “There’s a dust spec, wonder how that got there.”

“Quite peculiar.” Bacardi sarcastically said. He then picked up his rifle and cocked the cell back into his hand. It was at full power, but Bacardi had a habit of loading it twice just to make sure. He checked his extra clips that were on his sides, they were there. His pistol was now holstered, and his com was in his Stormtrooper outfit. The Stormtrooper armor had a cooling system that only worked with the helmet on, and Bacardi was steaming. Bacardi then set his helmet on and twisted it until a satisfying sound marked that it was fully set.
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May 3, 2009 4:08:34 PM    View the profile of Grahim 
“Yes sir, no problems here. Is there Grahim?” Karash replied.

Grahim was trying to answer but because Karash held his tongue the only sounds that came out was “Yesa si, thee isaa ploblem cahhed scuut tloppers”

“What did you say, Grahim?” Ron asked.

“He wasn’t saying anything” Karash said and released the tongue from his iron grip.

“Mesa said, Yes sir there isa, isa una problem. Itsa called Scout troopers.” Grahim said so the Scout troopers could here it.

“Oh so we are the problem? I thought it was that the army let freaky aliens join” The scout trooper that Grahim had argued with said. Grahim didn’t say something because he knew that the scout had something against aliens.

“What are these prejudices against aliens, trooper?” Ron said.

“Oh nothing but I have something again him” The trooper said and pointed at Grahim with a combat knife.

“And why is that?” Ron asked

“Because he is ugly as hell and his tongue can do things a tongue can’t do” the scout said.

“Gungans can apparently do that so you will have to live it” Ron said.

“Do you mean that I just shall see that goggled eyed freak playing with his tongue?” the scout. Grahim looked out the door of the vehicle when the door opened. What Grahim saw was one body but the whole village was covered in blood but it was just one body. Grahim sat down again. Jae went out the door without seeing Grahim reaction. Hav followed Jae.

“Hav get back in the halftrack, that’s an order” Jae said. Hav came back in with a appearance that she had seen a ghost.

“What is it Hav?” Karash asked. Hav didn’t have the time to answer before RB was ordered to follow Jae out and scout the area of enemies. Grahim noticed that there were a new guy with them to as the halftrack started to move again.

“Hello I am Baretz, I am new in RAIDERS” Baretz said.

“Oh, Hi I am RAIDERS SL. Welcome to RAIDERS Squad Baretz. Take a seat” Ron answered

“Thanks” Baretz said.

“Hello I am Jaenna ASL, but you can call me Jae” Jae said.

“Hideo, mesa isa Grahim” Grahim said.

“Hello I am Havock but you can call me Hav or maybe Havvy” Hav said.

“Hello I am Karash” Karash said

“Hello I am Raelene but I am called Rae” Rae said. Baretz took a seat near some of the scout troopers in the halftrack. Grahim looked at the scout that had insulted him. “Mesa want to rip off hesas head” Grahim thought. Grahim took a seat near Hav and Jae because then he came further away from the scout troopers. Grahim didn’t care what happened right now he just wanted to calm down. Grahim sat down and tried to calm himself down. Grahim closed his eyes to get some rest before something bad would be unleashed upon them. The halftrack bumbed on down the road.
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May 3, 2009 4:48:54 PM    View the profile of Ron 
Ron closed his datapad with a short click.  Breathing deeply he sighed; pleased with the short work he had completed, the general area schematics of the trail that they were now following.  Using a satalite beacon signal that he had left on the ship now orbiting the planet, Ron could constantly update where they were, and where they were going into, about two hundred yards in all directions.  Satisfied, he turned his arm over so that the palm of his hand faced upwards, and using his other hand dialed into the wrist pad some short code.  What resulted was a click, and a sudden opening of his chestplate. 

Since they couldn't use custom armor (Ron was particularly against this, but there was no convincing Arnaut and Kanderin), Ron could not use his Titian v1 armor, and instead was forced to use the standard Stormtrooper Armor.  Because of this, Ron was forced to spend most of the night making a removable armored chestplate that extended off his armor.  It was a simple mechanism, A dual-layered system composed of three plates (one on the back, and two on the front).  The single one on the back contained the motherboard and the control panels that connected to a small viewing panel that Ron could keep in his helmet.  It was this panel that allowed Ron to see the satalite image that he had just worked to obtain. 

Ron placed the datapad into the crevice formed by the opening of his extension chestplate, and then pressed two more buttons on his wrist to close it again.  The two side plates locked together perfectly, keeping the datapad safe beneath a hard shell of STC armor.

Ron turned and noticed Kanderin walking towards him.  He hopped out of the crawling vehicle that they were forced to ride in, and greeted the Platoon Adjunctant (and Ron's own former Squad Leader).  Kanderin had a few questions to ask, Ron answered them all as best he could; but refrained from entering into friendly conversation as he saw Kanderin head out towards the other two Squads in Wildcard.  Ron lept back onto the ugly crawler that the squad was forced to ride in, just as some tempers were starting to flair up.  He watched as Karash grabbed Grahim's tounge and held it there; Ron wasn't too sure, but from the grimacing look on Grahim's face, it looked uncomfortable (if not painful).

"Karash, Grahim!"

"Sir!" Karash said.  Grahim replied too, but his was more of a drooling uncomprehensable word if anything. 

"What's the problem here?" Ron said.

"No, no." Karash said.  "No problems here. Is there Grahim?”

Grahim replied, but because Karash held his tounge, his gungan accent garbled his basic to utter and complete nonsense.

"What's that you say, Grahim?" Ron said.  His gungan wasn't very strong to begin with, but gungan-no-tounge was simply impossible to interpret.  He looked over at Karash and snapped, "Let of of his tounge, Karash!"

“He wasn’t saying anything” Karash said, releasing the tongue from his iron grip.

“Mesa said, Yes sir there isa, isa una problem. Itsa called Scout troopers.” Grahim replied, obvously speaking about Karash.

“Oh so we are the problem? I thought it was that the army let freaky aliens join” Karash replied.

“I'll have no predjudices in my squad, trooper!” Ron exclaimed.

"I can't help but have something again him” The trooper said and pointed at Grahim with a combat knife.

“And why is that?” Ron asked

“Because he is ugly as hell and his tongue can do things a tongue can’t do” the scout said.

Ron grabbed the combat knife and pried it from Karash's hands and threw it outside.  He then turned back to the two of them and said,

"Deal with it!  Or I'll finish off this argument once and for all!"
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May 3, 2009 4:49:10 PM    View the profile of Havock 
Havock's head bobbed against the canvas window as the half-track came to a halt. What now? Great it probably really broke down this time.

She heard some commotion from the other vehicles which prompted her to stand and try to see what was going on from her window. She pulled the canvas back to a slit like opening without completely opening it. She could make out some troopers...and...what was all of that?

Havock shook her head and turned to tell Jae what she had seen, and probably ask her friend to confirm it since her brain was not quite accepting the input it had just been given.

“Ja...” Havock gave a puzzled expression to the empty seat next to her before glancing around the rest of the half-track to find that Jae was entirely absent.

Karash and Grahim were still talking in hushed tones, and Rae had her eyes closed. Ron saw Havock looking around though, and must have assumed she was looking for their ASL. “She went outside, to see what the hold up is.”

“Oh.” Havock smirked. “Thanks, sir.”

Ron nodded and Havock made her way to the rear of the vehicle to get a better look of the landscape.

Jumping out of the truck Havock caused a fair sized dust cloud around her feet as she landed. She wiped off her hands and walked up behind Jae. She was about to tap her friend on the shoulder when every muscle in her body froze. Her raised hand was paralyzed, then she just let it drop limply as it returned to her body.

The streets, the buildings, everything she could see was covered in blood and gore. She could see troopers carrying what was left of a civilian, trying to help him. But you couldn't always put people back together again.

The air was thick, and smelled metallic. Sweat started to form on Havock's forehead, she didn't wipe it away, she didn't move at all. She just took it all in. The images she was seeing would be burned into her brain forever, she knew it. This is was she needed to remember, she needed to carry this image like a photograph with her when they fought. This was why they were here, so that other people never had to see this. So that other people never had to live this.

Jae was speaking to her, she wanted her to go back inside.

“No.” Simple and to the point, Havock wasn't in the mood to share what she was feeling. She wanted to get where they were going more than ever now. She wanted to fight.

Part of Havock had completely forgotten Jae was there, until she felt her friends hands on her shoulders shaking her lightly.

“Havock. Please get back in the truck, and suit up. The convoy is moving again anyways. I’m asking you as a friend, and commanding you as your ASL.”

Hav could hear the vehicles start to kick up gravel on the road as they slowly moved towards their destination. Havock nodded absently to Jae and hopped into the half-track.

Havock walked over to her seat, without speaking. Her eyes were staring at nothing, her body was numb and limp as she plopped down on the bench. She looked like a boxer who just lost a fight, but had no bruises on her skin.

She heard someone, was that Jae or Ron, say 'suit up'. So Havock leaned over and grabbed her helmet. All of the sounds in the room were full of static, it was hurting her head so she leaned over and started to rub her temple. The static wasn't going away, it probably wouldn't for a long time. She took a deep breath and slid her helmet over her head, snapping it into place.

There was a new member of RAIDERS who had apparently hopped on their half-track during the last stop. Grahim was introducing him to everyone, and apparently it was Hav's turn. Jae had to nudge her with her elbow which normally would make Hav jump, not today. She numbly turned towards Jae then looked back at Baretz, “Hello I am Havock but you can call me Hav or maybe Havvy.”

With that Hav leaned her head back and closed her eyes, ever thankful for the helmet she was wearing.
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  RE: Undying (Wildcard May Comp)
May 3, 2009 5:46:37 PM    View the profile of baretz_sonok 
Lance Corporal Baretz Sonok had not just arrived, he had actually been there the entire time, but he had been sitting amongst the Scout Troopers.  He did not know anyone, but he was finally noticed on one brake down, when the Scout Trooper nearest him started arguing a member of his new squad.  The gungan spotted him, and began introducing him around.  He put on his green face, pretending to be small innocent new guy, whom had been properly changed into a generic Stormtrooper for grunt work.  His helmet sat in the seat next to him, and he stood up, pacing to the door of the half track he opened it up.  He leaned back on the frame of the crappy vehicle, half his body outside as it rolled along.  He pulled a Lung Buster out of the small storage compartments along the armor.  It was generally used for extra energy cells, and some were there, but the smokes were more important.  The lighter with the Imperial Emblem etched in the front sparked up, and he twisted the butt between his lips, as he inhaled the substance.

The gore covered exterior brought memories back, memories he was becoming more and more unattached too.  He had been one of them, once upon a time, a hitter, that killed indiscriminately of species, age, gender, or any other particulars.  He had left rooms looking like this on more than one occasion, doing his part to contribute to wide spread slaughter.  He was not affected by the sight, though.  He did not feel sympathetic towards anyone whom had died or lost loved ones.  It was just simply a way of the Universe, there were always going to be bodies, even if you chose to hide from them. 

The black smoke rolled forth from his lungs, and he remembered when he had first been trained to kill.  Soon after that, he had taken up smoking.  He felt utterly powerful to have control over a human life.  He felt hollow inside, the idea of people changed when you realized your actual ability and disposition to taking a life.  They were animate objects, after that, like garbage that moved around, yet to be thrown away. His faux air brained smile, faded away, and his face took its usual stoic disposition.  His eyes continued to roam the countless ‘humpty dumpties’ that none of the Emperor’s men could possibly help, no matter how much they wanted too.

After several minutes of thought the rolled plant had turned into ashes, and Baretz flicked the filter away, and turned to walk back to his seat.  He looked over to the members of the RAIDERS, looking for anyone whom might have anything interesting to say. He tried to avoid talking to the gungan. He always got really annoyed when a gungan addressed him, not from biased, but he just thought they sounded like giddy children, and he was not very good with humoring children.

All of them seemed very preoccupied with their own thoughts, so he wet his lips, and just looked back towards the end of the vehicle, it was going to be a longer trip than he had really wanted it to be.
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