The troopers of Iron Horse were once more in the breifing room awating for the next mission set in a never ending stream. Iron Horse  was tested each time. This time it would be no diffrent as Saphira and Lucky walked in and took their place in the front of the Squad. Each holding their respective data pads as they called for their attention.

"Good Morning troopers. I hope you all had a good rest from the previous mission." Saphira paused and tilted her head. "Please turn your eyes to your data pads." With the information already uploaded, a stream of information came up on the planet the squad would be heading to.

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Abregado-rae



A major manufacturing and trade-oriented planet in the Abregado system in the Core Worlds, sitting at the beginning of the Rimma Trade Route. It was also the beginning of the Shapani Bypass or the "Bacta Run." It had a reputation as one of the Core Worlds' more rough-and-tumble planets.

Unlike most Core Worlds, Abregado-rae is fairly backward, to the point of being compared with worlds in the Outer Rim Territories. The planet's spaceports seem safe, at least to the untrained eye. In fact, it was a smuggler's paradise, a spaceport where the galaxy's uncounted species could mingle, get into trouble, and head off again to parts unknown

"So, as you all can see, this isn't exactly a paradise planet. It's very hostile and we will need to keep an extreamly low profile to avoid enemy troopers." Saphira stated as she flashed her eyes over the group. "Our mission: We are to retrieve some building plans.There is a rumor that the people there have  plans to build an infrastructure that has the ability to deal with intruders much more effectivly. Thus it Peaks HC's intrest and we will retreive them."


"So, we're fetching then." Tank intruppted. Earning the evil eye from the two women that made him go silent.

"Weapons will be the normal standard issue. Because we cannot be seen in our own armor, we shall have to make due with smuggler attire as well as their armor. You may all bring one personal choice weapon. No droids, and nothing fancy."  Saphira lingered her eyes over Tank for a moment before resumming. "You all have until 1800 today to have your gear and happy smiling faces in the hanger for departure. Dissmissed!"

JK81 casually and slowly walked to the briefing room. He was dressed in his gray enlisted garisson uniform, he wore a black cap and had sparkling black boots freshly spit shined. They squeaked on the floor. He opened the door to see that the rest of his squad had already arrived.

Sgt. Striker had a dissapointed look on her face, "Your Late, take a seat!" she said

He was embaressed with his cheeks blood red and quickly took a seat. He paied close attention to the briefing, he could feel his stomach turn sour when he heard that they were going to
Abregado-rae. 2 Years ago, he had travled to Abregado-rae in search of work. While he was searching there, he was badly beaten and was mugged. He recived a few bruises and a small scar on his forehead. The scar is a permanant reminder of the event.

But a smile came to his face that you could bring one personal weapon of choice. He went to the armory, opened up his locker and took out an F3 Flame Rifle. He quickly polished and inspected the weapon. He grinned and also took his E-11 and went over to the barracks to get his clothes and armor.

He walked to the hanger with his belongings. And waited.

The soft gushing sound of the door opening greeted the pair as they sat inside the hanger. Chitter chatter could be heard from all directions as random troopers began filing in. Setting her small bag down next to the Assistant squad leaders, she smiled. It was nice to feel a bit more welcome.

Finding a set of tables with a few chairs she sat down, offering Lucky the seat opposite. Helena rested her cheek in the palm of her hand propped up by her elbow. Her eyes glimmered softly as she looked out through the window briefly before making eye contact again with the woman.

“I know I shouldn’t probably say this and I’ll later regret it, but I’m nervous. I’ve not been on a mission for ages and I think I’m a little but rusty.” She sighed, her hand slightly quivering.

Lucky just simply smiled, putting her hand on Helena’s shoulder reassuringly. She’d probably heard it a lot from the new troopers, but not from a one year veteran like Helena.

“It’s fine honestly. Don’t be silly. We’re here to look after you after all. If anything is wrong let one of us know” she smiled.

For some reason, that set Helena’s body at ease even though she was with new people. Maybe she’d make some more friends out of this journey, then again she could annoy this lot and then have no where to go at all. She shrugged at the voice in her head and returned the smile at Lucky.

It seemed like an alright squad from what she’d already seen. A little quiet than what she’s used to, but nothing of harm. She did however feel a little guilt to the other squads she’d been at and left friends there. What if they didn’t understand why she went to someplace new?

Her eyes stopped glimmering and turned almost dull as the thoughts fogged up her mind. It was only when RK stormed passed and knocked her cheek from her hand she snapped out of it. She had to do a double take on who it was.

She arose from the chair, not trying to be rude to lucky and ran after RK, tackling him in the process. She giggled, hugging him from the floor. The unfortunate RK tried to turn over to see who it was, but by the giggle he knew exactly what psycho tackled him.

“Helena! What the fack are you doing here?” He smiled, giving her a friendly hug in return.

Moving her petite body aside from his, she sat next to him on the floor beaming a smile.

“I didn’t think I knew anyone here! Boy am I glad to see you. Least I know someone properly.” She softly spoke, trying to keep her excitement down to a minimum.

Both Lucky and Saphira marched passed the two on the floor, giving the disapproval look.

“I see you’ve met each other before” Saph chuckled, leading the way to some more abandoned pilot seats.

Jago got up from his seat in the briefing room and began mentally running through his list of weapons that he had managed to collect in the short time that he had been in Iron Horse. The list, however, was fairly short and had really only reasonable option, his new vibrobayonet.

He got his datapad out and began reviewing information about it and the rest of his equipment to prepare him for the whatever would be lying ahead in the next mission. His attention was fully on the datapad as he continued down the hall looking over the specs for a blaster he was considering ordering when he tripped and fell on something.

With a slight groan he managed to get up with a silent swear as his right arm started throbbing with pain from the wound he received while on mission. He quickly grabbed his datapad and with a slightly embarrassed face looked up to apologize but was met with an aggressive, unfamiliar voice, “Hey! Watch your step that’s my stuff you tripped over!”

Jago was taken aback by the hostility in her voice but nonetheless concluded that it had been his fault that he wasn’t paying attention and tripped over her things and managed a simple and hesitant ‘sorry’ at her. He gathered up all that he could and offered it out as an extension of his apology.

The items were snatched out of Jago’s hands and he watched with a bit of a bewildered face as the trooper stormed off towards the shuttle. He fought back the urge to follow and further apologize and instead headed off to his bunk where he suited up and gathered his equipment.

With one last check on his weapons and his suit he proceeded to the shuttle and took an empty seat near to the front of it. He took out his bayonet looked it over once or twice before polishing it to pass the time until the rest of the squad was on and ready to go.

After the meeting, Saphira let everyone hurry out as she watched them. The mission would be difficult, but nothing they couldn't handle. With a bounce in her step, Saph walked out and made her way to her barracks room.  It was plain and simple. Nothing standing out as her eyes scanned the room for anything she could use.




Looks like I might need a new duffle bag.


Saphira thought as she lifted it up from the corner of her room. It was faded from the dark green it once was, to the pale green with a couple patches on the side.  Like her, the bag had it's own battle scars. With a heavy sigh, she emptyd the contents and sorted through the items. Taking out only what she needed, and placing them back into the bag. Heading then to the armory, she asked for several extra E-11 blaster clips. Her personal choice of a weapon was a duel set of vibro blades and then the always hidden small one that fit into a special pocket in her right boot.


Making sure that the armor they needed  was already on the ship, she headed to the hanger bay. Boots tapping deftly with an almost clicking sound as she chose to wear black and blue clothing that mingled with some dull mixed armor for her chest, arms, shoulders and legs. She was pleased  to find that most of the squad was already in the hanger bay. All were at least an hour early and that scored points for them being there.

Vor'en managed to find the outfit that he would use when meeting contacts on Tatooine when he was a bounty hunter and quickly slipped it on: Faded black jacket, dirty white tank top, dark brown pants, and black boots that fit his Trandoshan feet. His knife was in a leg sheath, the Enforcer Heavy Slugthrower Pistol in a holster on the inside of the jacket, and the E-11 and other various items in his duffle bag.

Upon seeing Adenn, he ginned.

"You look a lot like a sssssmuggler to me." Vor'en stated. "Had up to my neck in them when I wasssss on Tatooine and Abregado-rae. I've been to Abregado-rae, yesssss, but I was gathering intel on bountiesssssss. Maybe, if we're lucky, my old contact will ssssstill be living there. Odeo Ray, he'ssssss called. Owner of a cantina on Abregado-rae, the LoBue Cantina or ssssssomething."

Vor'en remembered a few times where Odeo would share a bottle or two of Menkooro whiskey and Corellian Ale when the cantina was closed and Vor'en had returned from a bounty hunt.

Ignore.

Vor'en followed Adenn and sat next to him. Adenn had grown on Vor'en and the Trandoshan began to think of him as a friend.

Adenn was right. Vor'en knew quite a lot about the planet. Heck, most of the custemors of LoBue Cantina knew him and would give him help when needed.

The Trandoshan watched Adenn check his belongings and chuckled.

"I keep my pistol and knife on me and my rifle and sssspare clipssss in the bag."

Vor'en was used to bumpy rides. He was also used to eating a heavy breakfast. The two together seemed to work fine.

This was not the case. Vor'en felt like he was gonna throw up. However, unlike some of the squad, he was able to mask the discomfort very well, keeping a straight face.

Vor'en decided to take the time to pray to the Scorekeeper. repeating over and over again in a whisper to himself, "May the Scorekeeper protect me and make my hunt worthwhile."

JK81 walked into the shuttle. He took a seat and layed back. He could hear the pilot yell "Prepare for the jump to hyperspace!"

The pilot initiated hyperspace. He felt a big jolt and almost thought he would have fallen off his seat. 20 minutes into the ride he was bored like hell already. Even though he had played the vast amount of games in his Game Droid Library. He still felt bored.

So he closed his eyes and took a nap. He was suddenly awoken, he could feel the shuttle about to land. He yawned and waited as the shuttle slowly arrived at the spaceport. It landed. The door opened and JK81 walked out.

It was all to familliar, he took a breath of the air and sighed. He then waited for orders.

Zippy couldn't believe it. He was on the transport and headed for a new mission. Ecspecially with all his new squad mates. Zippy was excited and anctious to land. He liked hyperspace, but after a while, he would get ancey, and wanted to get off the transport.

"So Zippy, glad to see you could make it on this trip," Lucky said as he sat down next to her.

"You'd think I'd miss this. I would come on a hundred diffirent missions with you and the sqaud and still not get bored."

Zippy laughed out loud a little and Lucky did the same. He enjoyed working with her in the past and he new he was in for a fun time. To by the time, Zippy went down to his bunk and layed down to read. He didn't care for it that much, but it passed the time when he was bored out of his mind.

"Man, I wis we would land all ready. Its been like 30 minutes already, and I'm going out of my mind on this ship" Zippy said getting up from reading the paper. Zippy went out of his bunk and went looking for someone to talk to. He thought it would be a good idea to get to know the squad a little better then he did. Zippy managed to find Saph laying down.

"Hello Saph. The names Zippy and I'm glad to be in your squad."

"Glad to meet you Zippy. It's always a pleasure to meet a fellow trooper in my squad," Saph said politely to Zippy.

"Yeah, I'm deff glad to be here. Its been a long time since I've been on a mission and I really have been just itching for some action."

Saph chuckled a little to what Zippy just said.

"Don't worry Zippy. I'm sure that we'll have some action real soon," Saph said smiling to Zippy.

With that though in his head, Zippy walked away looking for other squad mates to talk to. Once he knew the squad a little better, the ship jolted out of hyperspace and a whole new mission awaited him.

Vor'en stepped out of the transport into the sprawl of the spaceport, smiling. He was home at last.

He waited paciently for the rest of the squad to come off of the transport, looking around. There were a few merchants that might still remember him, and also probably shoot him. However, he saw one merchant that probably would remember him and at the least act unsocial. Saphire was off of the transport with the rest of the squad. Now was a good time to say something. He walked over to Saphire.

"Ssssargeant, I think I know sssssomeone that might be able to help ussss, give usss sssssome information on our target."

The estranged trooper hadn’t really been on many other places in the galaxy, and this time was no exception. It was awkward, uncomfortable, however his discreet appearance, though mildly outlandish, his features were covered by a stark, grey robe with a common vest of personal armor as he scratched at his face a bit “It’s probably nothing. It can’t be any worse than…well, the last place we went to.” Madman hissed, more recalling Falleen than the strange world just weeks ago.

Saphira flashed a look back “Hush, Madman.” She’d warn him, they didn’t need to make anyone who might have been listening, be they nervous or nosey might get the wrong…impression of us.” She’d slyly reply, as Madman dug some built up wax from his ear, though atleast he was wearing gloves “Yeah, yeah…” He replied as he stepped forth. Light overhead glinted over his goggles as the group moved out, the waterways of the Abregado-rae port quickly unfolded as the left the secured port, and into capitol city.

It was noisy, even so near the port as the group of oddly dressed foreigners entered this strange place. Though it wasn’t bad, the bad part was the way the indigenous inhabitants looked like. “Guh…worm-heads, furry, smelly, worm-heads…” Madman muttered in disgust, Tank would raise a brow “What’d you got against ‘em, goggle-head? Weren’t you captive with them Tusken’s or whatever on Tatooine?” Tank would ask, as Madman would nod “Yes, but atleast they weren’t so…displeasing to look at, and I learned something from them too…” Madman hissed.

Saphira scowled and looked back harshly “Quit the banter, we’ve got a mission here.” She’d sternly remark toward the two, “I’m getting a bit tired of all this non-sense on missions like these…” She’d mutter, mildly agitated as the three green-boys would try to shake off the lingering discomvort of their fist mission or so. Vor’En would mutter “Yessss, but What wasss it again we are doing?” the Trandoshan would hiss, though his fellow squadmate Jago would nudge him “I think we’re supposed to be getting some schematic.” He’d speak in a hushed voice, before Vor’en’s shoulder would knock into a Gado.

The strange creature would turn, speaking course replied “Please watch where your going, it is quite rude.” The creature would politely retort, Ugh, another reason Madman didn’t like them…they had no spine…like a worm.

There was something amiss, a simple scream in a cantina wouldn’t merit a full force of port authorities into it so quickly would it? Otherwise Madman would have a gripe about Tank’s socializing habits, though that was still unlikely. It didn’t even seem like they were interested in reasoning, he stared back at those hard eyes, they hardly looked like they were looking out for the good of justice, however he didn’t let them know that.

“Guys, aren’t we being too harsh…after all we’ve done nothing wrong.” He’d flick a look over at Saph, though it was hard to make out. One of the men, went and ‘consoled’ one of the women, before they approached Tank “Sir.” One of the Human armed men would call over, his voice thick and rough. Saphira was so irked, as she turned to Madman “Are you crazy, we gotta get out of-“ though Madman replied “Only Tank did something wrong…and besides, I doubt[ anything bad will happen.” He’d reply, a hint of slyness staining his eery voice.

Tank was in a bit of shock “N-no! I didn’t do anything wrong!” He looked over at the Squad, almost feeling like he was being betrayed. RK on the other hand was on the opposite side of the bar, looking over from his cover and wondering what in the world was going on? Why was there no Blaster Bolts flying?

Luckystar was in disbelief too, somewhat irritated at Madman before saph would grab her by the arm softly and whisper “I think…Madman’s up to something.” She’d mutter, as the guards began to apprehend him “Tank, go with them…I’ll make sure nothing bad happens.” Madman would mutter, and after that he was carried out, now Madman would walk toward the door, the rest of the squad worried their cover would be blown.

“Saph, Lucky. I’ll be back, also keep an eye on that woman…these docks aren’t known for their…upstanding citizens. Madman would murmur and leave before any objections. The other patrons had left upon the sight of trouble, as Saphira fumed “I can’t believe that little…” She wanted to spit out curse words, she couldn’t WAIT to fill out the report on all this mess. Though from behind, Vor’en scratched his chin “You know, thossse men didn’t seem like normal ssssecuirity…”

Tank found that he was being dragged through an alley, Tank probably knew that by now it was an illegitimate operation, he hadn’t done anything wrong like he thought and was constantly dwelling on the fact that he’d been sold out by his Squad, more so Madman, oh if he survived this he’d blow his head off!

The men then came to a stop as one of them muttered “Think we’re safe here, now let’s get our-“ However there was a sharp wisp that pierced the air, one of the man’s heads had been pierced by a projectile, a silenced weapon. There were only three, and they were only as good as they were at acting…the rest fell as Madman looked down at Tank.

“What? You want to finish me off yourself, I always knew I couldn’t-“ Then Madman would blast each of the cuffs of f Tank’s wrists “Not at all. This is an undercover mission, right? Then we gotta be sneaky…sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one who figured this out.” He’d mutter, as Tank rubbed his wrists, and stood up now knowing how vulnerable even Stormtroopers could be. “Well then…guess that means we’re not going back- Hey, what are you doing?!” He’d ask As Madman was dragging a corpse to a dumpster “Hiding the evidence.  What else?” He’d ask Tank.

Back at the Cantina, the Barkeep would have asked the troopers in disguise to fix the tables and leave. Proceeding out the back, they would quickly move out “We need to find Tank and figure out what those people were-“ However before long, Madman and Tank would meet up with them, startling Saphira “What- Where did you?” She’d ask, as Madman flashed a small, Silenced Pistol “I had a hunch is all…we can’t keep making scenes when we’re undercover…especially so soon…” He hissed.