"Captain Vas Jaques.  Please have a seat."  The young, aspiring Captain gave a stiff bow before seating himself before his commanding officer.  They were both New Republic military men, the one a Captain, the other- a Lieutenant General.  The latter man was overweight and old, and sported a small pepper-colored beard which covered his double chin marvelously.  He walked with a cane, due to an old war wound that proved to be a constant bother; the cane hung now on a peg on the wall behind them.  The Lieutenant General's name was Pratchet.

Pratchet nodded as Jaques sat down, and coughed professionally before speaking.  When he spoke he seemed to use every muscle in his face, extenuating his lips and baring his big yellow teeth.  His eyes would bulge out of their sockets, and his eyebrows would jump up unevenly.  Truth be told, the Lieutenant General had suffered some nerve damage that caused his face to overextend their emotions, and though it was a harmless side effect, it made eye contact extremely difficult for any other party involved.  But everyone- everyone respected him.

What made Pratchet so great?  A genius mind for battle tactics, combined with the natural skills of a business man, along with the dexterity of a pirate smuggler (which he still had, even with all of his weight) and the stubbornness of a Hutt.  Not to mention that the man was the third richest man in the New Republic Army, all of it gained through private investments too.  Anyone who knew anything about Pratchett knew that he could break anyone with a single word, and made sure to show him the upmost of respect and honor.

"I'm afraid." he began.  "That you are under the presupposition that you are in some kind of trouble.  That you are... how should I put it?  Guilty of some crime?"

"Not at all sir." Jaques replied.  "I have no opinion."

"Really?" Pratchet said.  "No guilt?  No... slight, suspecting thought that you might be here because you did something wrong?"

"None at all, sir."

"Think Captain.  Something recent.  Perhaps an outbreak of violence, a lapse of the mind, a forgotten order... or an order you didn't like."

"No..." he gasped.

"Yes." smiled Pratched.  He chuckled to himself, watching Jaques sweat and shake with nervous, deathly fear.  Pratchet pulled out a file from his desk and slid it across the table.

"That report." he began.  "Very clearly states that you, Captain Jaques, upon being ordered to put a family of Imperial scum to death- very casually ignored it, and instead ordered them to be imprisoned."

"I'm sorry, sir." he began.  "But surely it was good enough that they were imprisoned?  Why kill more innocent people when we can simply detain them from aiding the enemy?"

"It would have been good enough, Captain." Pratchett began.  "Save for the fact that they were never imprisoned.  This record from our military detainment facility states that at no time was a family of your description ever entered into the records.  Captain, did you help them escape?"

"Never!" he said indignantly.  "Sir, I may not at times show the cruelty required for the service but I have never been, nor shall ever be disloyal to the New Republic."

There was fire in his eyes as he spoke, and his hands were clenched in fists of self-incured anger.  As stood, he leaned forward with mild aggressiveness, almost lifting off his heels and onto his toes as if to increase his height.  There was no doubt of his loyalty now, or was there?

"Good." Pratchet said.  "I knew that there was some loyalty to be found in you, which is why I insisted on keeping you..."

"Thank you, sir." Jaques said with relief.

"...to kill them yourself."  Pratchet said.  The horror that Jaques felt in those words were amplified ten fold when he saw the family marched into the room at gunpoint.  A mother and her single child, a little girl, both Imperial sympathizers who hung their heads and stood trembling; sobbing dreadfully in front of the officers.

"Sir!" Jacques gasped.  "Sir, this is... barbaric!"

"Nothing less than what they would do to us, Captain." said Pratchet, tossing him a blaster pistol. 

"Start with the child first."

Jaques rose to his feet, trembling.  He himself was the father of two and husband of a beautiful wife.  They were farmers before the formation of the New Republic, and they were happy.  His fingers trembled as he thought of them, thought of their warm faces and delicious smiles.  How much different were those beautiful faces now?  Jaques turned to Pratchet with tears in his eyes.

"I'd like the guards outside, sir." he mumbled.

"As long as you do the damn thing." Pratchet said, signalling the guards to leave the room.  But as the door clicked, Jacques turned on the Lieutenant General himself.

"I want you to pay close attention to what I have to say, sir." Jaques said angrily.  I want you to order everyone to leave this facility.  Everyone, you understand?  And I want a one man ship left outside docked where I can get to it easily."

"You know this is treason, right Captain?  The minute you leave I will have ordered a hundred men to hunt you down and kill you and that pathetic pair you're protecting."  Snapped Pratchet.

"You're right sir." Jacques said.  "I guess I can't leave you alive."  He shot him twice, and watched his heavy body crash onto his desk.  Jacques turned to the shocked, fearful mother and daughter behind him.

"Follow me." he whispered.  Jacques knew he could get out of the facility alive, even off the planet if he was quick enough.  But he didn't know if he could live with himself now, now that he had shot his own commander.  Jacques didn't know why he couldn't shoot the family, why he couldn't justify it with "following orders" like everyone else.  From now on he would have to be on the run, he would have to cover his trails wherever he went.  The New Republic would never forget this offense.  He was a target now- a wanted criminal; a traitor.



"Sah." Ron said as he entered his Platoon Commanders office.  Tanus was pouring himself a cup of coffee, and was enjoying every minute of his new position as Platoon Commander.  He nodded to Ron to sit down right before he seated himself before his cherry wood desk.

"Ah, yes, Senior Sergeant Ron." he started.  "I have a new mission for you.  About a week back, we had an inside man inform us of a certain "Captain Jacques" of the New Republic Army.  The intelligence told us that he was a dissenter of sorts, deserted the army because of some kind of moral dispute."

"He's a traitor, Sir?" Ron asked.

Tanus shrugged his shoulders.  "Not exactly.  He hasn't officially switched sides, although we think that he might, given the correct circumstances."

Ron nodded.

"You see, this particular fellow was distinguished in the New Republic not long ago in some battle against an Imperial unit (not one of ours, mind you), for which he was promoted and given some power.  That power ultimately lead to his inclusion to a great secret: a financial scheme that funds over twenty-two percent of the military budget in the Republic's Outer Rim territories."

"Yes?"  Ron said impatiently.

Tanus smiled as he revealed the scheme, "The monopolization and distillation of the finest brewed products in the galaxy.  The numerous rewards of the profit-yielding liquor business, Sergeant."

"Wait." Ron said.  "You mean like, beer?"

"No, I'm talking about expensive and rare beer.  The kind that yields over two-hundred thousand Imperial Credits per crate; the kind that if removed could aid our cause in the conquest of the Outer Rim Territories."

Ron shook his head in awe.  There was only two things that he needed to know to begin.

"Where is this guy now?"

"Socorro." Tanus said.  "The smuggler's planet."

"And my orders?" Ron asked.

Tanus stood up to refill his coffee, talking as he did so.  "You are to hunt down and speak with this Captain Jacques, and offer him a full commission as a Captain in the Vast Empire Army.  You are also to offer him his own private land on Tadath where he and his wife and children may live peacefully.  All of this you are to offer in exchange for his help to sabotage this New Republic scheme."

"And if he refuses?" Ron asked.

"Don't worry about it." Tanus replied.  "He won't."

OOC:

Good to have a regular Squad Story again eh?

Your current orders:  We are presently on a ship that is transporting us to the planet Socorro.  The planet is mainly desolate and arid, and is covered in many areas with black sand deserts.  The main city, Vakeyya City, is our target area.  For now, keep in the ship, and have fun writing about the prospect of the sabotaging and robbing of the finest brewing organization in the galaxy.  Have fun!

Resources that you may find useful:
http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Socorro
http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Corellian_Reserve

Civilian clothing, oh how I hate undercover missions. Rogueboy thought to himself as he pulled out his scout Q2s5 hold out blaster. If there was anything you could do more insulting to a heavy weapons specialist it was give them a dinky little weapon like a hold out and send them out on a mission.

Hell if it was up to him he would have brought a Stouker concussion rifle and unarmed civilians be damned. Well that part wasn’t true, RB’s conscious wouldn’t let him sleep so easy after that but the point is that it would let him sleep. There was still a chance that there was some heavy weaponry involved in this mission. Ron had given him a rather heavy briefcase and had not told him what was inside of it.

Maybe there is a Stouker rifle in here… Rogueboy mused to himself as he fantasized about launching a shot from that into a crowd of Thrawn’s assholes.

Sitting next to the eccentrically dressed Rogueboy was an equally uncomfortable Rykin. “I hate going undercover.” He murmured as he disassembled his blaster pistol in an effort to clean it.

“At least you’re good for quite a few shots. I’m using a damn six shooter, and I only have enough ammo for 18 shots.” Retorted Rogueboy.

“Better make them count.” Jamasis said wisely.

“And what were you doing when we were near Arkania?” Rykin pointed out.

“I got wiser before this mission?” Pleaded Jamasis while the trio laughed.

“Hehe I remember that, I looked over my shoulder just in time to see you…” Rogueboy pointed at Jamasis. “Stop, turn around empty his entire clip into a horde of undead that just seemed to fill the ground and sky, and then not hit any of them.”

Jamasis smiled sheepishly. “I did hit some, but for some reason none of the bastards died.” Rykin was laughing really hard at that time.

“Well I couldn’t add to your confirmed kills tally that day.” Rogueboy chuckled.

“What about the first Gora beast?” Jamasis countered.

“What about it?” Questioned the self-appointed third in command of Wraith.

“You missed it with a grenade launcher and then it killed Arok.” Jamasis said.

There was an awkward moment of silence that was interrupted by Rogue. “You know… I hate talking bad about a dead trooper, but I never liked him anyways.”

“Neither did I.” Confirmed Rykin and Jamasis.

“Alright get your big girly panties on boys! We’re exiting hyperspeed!” Ron called from the front.

“We’re there already?” Anival called as he entered from the bulkhead room.

“No, we’re fuelling up at Aleen.” Bacardi added.

“Aleen?” Rogueboy and Rykin said together.

“Aleen.” Ron confirmed before adding. “We’re only going to be there for a couple of hours, so if you’re travelling keep it short and stay in pairs.”

“Sure thing boss.” Commented RB.

“And Rogueboy…” Ron started.

“And what..Ron?” Asked Rogue.

“Stay out of those bars.” The squad leader commanded.

“You’re just a kill joy aren’t you?”  Rogueboy said aloud.

Ron just winked at him. With a sudden lurch the ship slowed down and exited hyperspeed. “Welcome to Aleen, the planet is mostly swamplands but they have a decent port. I hear their cuisine is delicious, and their women are not to be trusted. Remember guys in pairs, and stay out of trouble.” Ron reminded of his squad.

It took perhaps thirty minutes before the ship landed and as soon as the disembarking door opened Anival and Joamer hurried off. “Where are they going?” Asked Rykin.

“Don’t know but if they start touching each other in the showers, let me know.” Joked the first sergeant.

“So where are we headed?” Rykin asked of RB.

“Why? To the bar of course.” Responded the veteran soldier.

“Didn’t Ron just ask you not to go to the bar?” The newer Wraith member questioned.

“Imagine how happy he’s going to be when I tell him I went to a bar and didn’t start a fight or was not involved in a fight. I think he will trust me a little bit more with bars, don’t you think? Besides even I should be able to go to a bar and not worry about fighting.” Reasoned the unshaven trooper.

Rykin just shrugged his shoulders as the two of them headed to the Winter Tempest Bar and Lounge.

“Rykin, if you aren't gonna drink, why are we here?” Rogueboy asked him, a bit disgruntled as he took a shot of some nondescript alcohol in the Winter Tempest. Rykin smiled broad and shook his head, sighing slightly.

“Rogue, somebody has to watch your ass and make sure you don't get into any trouble. Plus, you know I can't drink for another...10 minutes 'til these pills wear off.” RB looked shocked.

“They still got you on those things? I thought your prescription would have run out by now.” Rykin shook his head, and the motion transferred to the rest of his body, pressing two weapons into him. One, he had been allowed to bring on this mission – a DT-57 Blaster Pistol, nicknamed the “Annihilator”. The other was...not as sanctioned, but he was sure Rogueboy would at least feel a bit comforted knowing he had it – a BP-02 Pup Grenade Launcher, with 6 extra rounds concealed about his person.

Rykin bit his lip for a moment, then thought of a passable lie.

“Yeah, I went in for a follow-up and I was still in pain, so the doctor at St. Vader's extended my prescription into next week.” Not true. At all. He wasn't even taking the medication he had been originally prescribed after their mission to Kohlma. This was Helosine, which was an analgesic mixed with a stimulant – a much different effect than Omnicet. And his prescription for Omnicet had run out 3 days ago. He had scored these that same day in Sianat, oddly enough from a doctor at St. Vader's who was a little lax about pharmaceutical protocol. They had cost him a pretty pack of ICs, but they were damn worth it. He was right, though – he would be able to drink in about 10 minutes, as Helosine's effects were overcome almost instantly. To appease RB, he needed to drink a little bit, and that would numb what little pain remained in his arm, and fill the hole left by the calm of his painkillers.

“Well, as you count down to drinking, I'll order myself another,” Alex responded, motioning to the bartender, who poured Rogueboy another drink and accepted his credits afterwards, a quirk Rykin had come to accept in his acquaintance with the man. As Rogue drank, Rykin surveyed the bar around them. Not very crowded, but the patrons all seemed to know each other and were a little chafed as the two unfamiliar faces of Rogueboy and Rykin blatantly sat at their bar. Two dark-skinned humans who sat by the door eyed them with particular vehemence. Rykin noted this for later and turned to RB, nudging him.

“Time's up, Sarge. Let's start hoisting in earnest, eh?” Rogueboy nodded for the bartender to pour his friend one, and as he was about to pay, Karl waved his hand away and paid the two of them. “They're on me tonight.” Alex's eyes widened.

“You may have just earned yourself a friend for life, Rykin.” Rykin smiled, a rare but ever increasing sight, as they toasted and drained their glasses in unison. It was to be the first of many, and one of the only one of those nondescript drinks he would remember at the end of the night. As drink after drink seared Rykin's throat, a heady sense of courage built up in him, one that made the plan he had concocted to get into a spot of mischief seems all the more enticing, and all the more likely to happen.

Hours passed, and the two soldiers got more and more inebriated, as Rogueboy recounted some of his stories from Blackjack and campaigns long past, and Rykin politely listened, his mind stewing, albeit a bit drunkenly, about what he was about to do. The time Ron had arranged for them to report back to the ship was drawing to a close, and Alex proposed they return. Rykin stood up, and called the bartender over noisily.

“Two,” he started, holding up his two fingers while swaying lightly. “Two, of the strongest stuff you've got. No wait,” he said, pausing to collect himself. “Make 'em doubles.” The grubby barkeep nodded and brought them glasses, and poured a clear liquid into them. Rykin and Rogueboy lifted their glasses.

“To...” Rogueboy started.

“To something,” Rykin finished. “Whatever that may be!” They clinked glasses, and hoisted them, the liquid burning their throats pleasurably. Rogueboy made for the door, and with as much stealth as he could muster, Rykin took his glass in two fingers, holding it so that Rogueboy and the bartender couldn't see. However, Rogueboy caught on and whispered to him slurringly.

“What's that for, hm?” Rykin held back his answer until they were almost to the door and by the two men who had glared at them upon their entry.

“This!” Rykin spun his hand around like some sinister windmill, the glass gaining kinetic energy quickly as he slammed onto the leftmost man's forehead, shattering pleasingly as blood spurted from his skin, the man falling unconscious quickly. Karl moved to his friend, who was unfortunately slow on the uptake, and grabbed him by the back of his head, slamming his face into the table in front of him, his nose crunching sickeningly. Rykin smiled wickedly at Rogueboy and took off into the night of Aleen, running gleefully, Rogueboy following, shouting at him amidst hoots of glee.

“Rykin, you crazy bastard!”

Zeshaun stretched his legs and checked the time, he was supposed to meet a squad from the Vast Empire in the Soco-Jarel Spaceport. Zeshaun had been stationed on Socorro after he had left his old squad behind and decided to take a break from the active life of a trooper in the Vast Empire. He enjoyed the more laid back lifestyle as an informant, helping the troopers that arrive and as a Trandoshan he fit right in with the general population of merchants, smugglers, and bounty hunters. Zeshaun checked his watch one more time, downed the last drops of his drink, left a tip for the bartender, adjusted his belt and made sure his concealed pistol was still in it's holster on his side.

"Have a good day sir." The bartender mumbled as he washed the glass.

Zeshaun waved in return and then walked out the door and headed toward the hangar that the squad would be arriving in. He passed a group of civilians, who all seemed very well shaven and cleanly dressed, a rare sight on the streets these days. A shiny piece of metal caught his eye and saw that one of them was carrying a blaster, terribly concealed within his belt. you don't see that everyday Zeshaun thought as he made his way to the spaceport and entered through the main entrance.

An automated voice message greeted him "Welcome to the Soco-Jarel Spaceport please report any mysterious objects you see left unattended to the security and enjoy your flight."

Zeshaun took a left down a long hallway, he knew his way around the space port even though it was one of the largest he had ever been to. He passed a variety of people on his way to the hangar and he tried not to attract any attention to himself. He  stopped at the hangar and stepped inside, he had arrived a little early and the shuttle was not there yet, crewman were doing some last minute work in the hangar.

An alarm sounded and a shuttle could be seen approaching the hangar, it hovered in the air for a moment before letting the landing gear touch the ground and the shuttle was powered down. Zeshaun waited with his hands clasped behind his back as the back ramp lowered and 6 people came out from the shuttle, most of them stretching and shielding their eyes from the bright sun setting right outside of the hangar, bathing the whole room in a warm orange glow. Zeshaun stepped forward and greeted the leader of the group.

"I am Zeshaun Adunway, your informant for this mission." Zeshaun reached out his hand, the man infront of him took his hand and gave him a firm handshake.

"I'm senior sergeant Ron, and this is Sergeant Anival Vasquez" Ron said motioning toward another man in the group. "We are Wraith Squad, I believe you have been informed of our mission."

Zeshaun nodded, smiled and pulled out his datapad. "I was a Wraith once, i am under the impression that we will be searching for one Captain Vas Jaques, looking to recruit him?" Zeshaun looked up for confirmation.

"That's right, and we have gotten word that the New Republic has also sent people here to search for him as well, so we best hurry." Ron said.

Zeshaun nodded and showed them the way out of the hangar, he noticed that one of the older soldiers was giving him a strange look, but Zeshaun didn't make a big deal of it. i'll just have to keep an eye on him Zeshaun thought as he led the Wraiths out of the spaceport and out into the city.

Elektra frowned as she came out of the bathroom, and stumbled a little way.

"I don't feel well...must have been the drinks."

Her vision was slightly blurry, but not enough that she couldn't see Rogueboy. She walked.....er....stumbled back to the table and sat down.

Sitting down, she looked at Rogueboy, "Sooooo, have you ever hadd a girlfriend?"

He shook his head, "Had a few, didn't last. I doubt I have to ask you, so I'll ask, have you ever had a boyfrind that I know?"

She gulped down some of her drink, and says, slowly, "I once dated Anival......it's over now though...." she frowned.

Rogue laughed, and said, "i'm not surprised with a guy like him..."

Noticing her expression, which was very sad, he stopped laughing and asked, "Something wrong?....Did he break it up?"

She countinued to frown and shook her head. "No...I did. He cared more about his job than he did me...even though I had thought about k......"

RB seemed to be interested and asked, curiously, "You had though about what?

Elektra was at a loss for words, she stammered a minute before saying, "I thought he and I might get married at some point...some point for him was too far away."

She countinued to frown, seeming unable to smile. She just drank while Rougeboy was silent.

Finally, Rogueboy said, "Well, it's his loss. If I ever liked, maybe, even loved someone, I would listen to what they want, and not just what I wanted...."

Tears started to well up in Elektra's eyes, and she put her head in her hands, starting to cry loudly. She knocked over the glass of Flameout and it fell on her , spraying it all over her. She cried even more.

Getting up, she half-stumbled half ran, trying to get out of there. She only made it a few feet out of the building, when she fell to the ground. Still crying, she crawled near the building in a place most people wouldn't notice her.

She sobbed, and looked up at the sky, there wer clouds, and she heard water hit the ground soon a couple drops landed on her. She closed her eyes hard ,and leaned against the building. "Make it stop...someone please....make my heart stop." SHe whispered.

She couldn't stop crying, and the rain just got heavier and heavier.

OOC:

Sorry, for length, but at least I posted,

Zeshaun frowned and continued to eat his dinner, he was curious as to why this was such a touchy topic but he wouldn't pursue it tonight, it seemed that almost everyone was very uptight and they could all use some rest. He got the feeling that the VE wasn't quite the same since he had left and was determined to find out how some of his old friends were doing. Zeshaun was also getting a little antsy, he had lead the Wraiths around the city searching some of his pre-determined hot spots but didn't find anything. It didn't help that he only had a picture from the New Republics profile of the man and he could have completely changed his looks at this point. After a long awkward silent moment while the squad had been eating Zeshaun broke the silence/

"I think we should find a place to sleep and continue our 'discussion' tomorrow." He suggested.

He didn't get an immediate response from anyone and at first he thought he wasn't going to get an answer at all, but Ron answered from the other end of the table.

"We'll have to find Rogueboy and Electra, but then I think you're right, we should call it for tonight and start fresh tomorrow morning."

"Aren't you supposed to know where this guy is already." Jamasis mumbled.

This question was beginning to get on his nerves, apparently the Wraiths were under the impression that all the hard work was done for them. "If I knew where he was already, I would have captured him by now." Zeshaun growled, glaring down the table.

Ron slammed his fist on the table, "We're undercover, don't blow it in a fight amongst yourselves, we're all troopers here, compose yourself and deal with your personal problems sometime where you don't risk the life of the rest of your squad." Ron said in a violent whisper.

Zeshaun nodded but continued to glare at Jamasis Him of all people, we were even in paladin together, I would think at least he wouldn't doubt my skill Zeshaun thought, still calming himself down. The little uproar of voices had caused the other patrons of the restaurant to turn towards them but it seemed none of them suspected them of anything. Zeshaun excused himself from the table and went to the bar area and sat on a stool. He ordered a shot of correllian whiskey, he let it sit on the counter for a moment before slowly sipping it, letting the warmth fill his body. Someone sat next to him and Zeshaun looked up to see Anival.

"How have you been Zesh, it's been a while." he said, ordering a drink for himself.

Zeshaun shrugged. "Its been alright, not too much excitement out here as you might think, I kind of miss being a trooper."

Anivals drink arrived and he sipped it before answering. "We could use some troopers, I'm sure we could get you back in if you need it." he offered.

Zeshaun entertained the offer in his head but slowly shook his head. "I'm not sure I want to go back just yet, the life style of an informant is satisfying enough, and I get the occasional action here and there..." he trailed off.

Anival patted him on the shoulder. "Well, if you ever change your mind don't hesitate to come talk to me."

Zeshaun nodded in thanks and then ordered himself another whiskey and downed it quickly before returning to the table with the rest of the Wraiths. They were all finished eating and had paid their bills. Ron lead the group as they went outside, it had become darker and the street lights had turned on. The rain had lightened up a bit but it was still enough to make Zeshaun not want to walk on the streets. He pulled the hood over his head and followed the Wraiths down the street.

"Anyone know where we can stay for the night?" Ron called out from the front of the pack.

"I've taken the liberty of reserving a couple rooms in a hotel not too far from here, it'll be a bit cramped but we don't want to be attracting attention to ourselves by reserving a whole wing." Zeshaun said.

Ron nodded. "We'll find Rogueboy and Electra and then we'll head there for the night, everyone can use some rest."

Zeshaun tucked the hood tighter around his head and tried to avoid the rain as much as possible

"Oh, my head."

That immediatly jumped ot mind, when she woke up. Her head was killing her. She couldn't open her eyes either, she just....tried to wake up, but couldn't......she drifted back to sleep.


"Wake up, Elektra."

That voice.

"leave me alone, Rogueboy."

She grumbled, turning on her side. "Elektra, we got to go meet up with the squad."

She turns on the side facing him, she opend her eyes a little and looked up at him.

"I quit." She says, bluntly, and quietly.

Rogueboy sat on the bed and asked, "What did you say?"

"I quit, I'm no good to anyone, least of all the army. I quit life."

"Now, come on, you must not be that bad. I can tell that by looking at you."

She sits up slightly, and puts her head in her had,s because she can't look at him. "I'm a useless hunk of flesh......I realise now that I can't do anything, don't know how to do anything, and can't afford to do anything. When I was younger, you know a teenager...I was in school."

She gulped and countinued, "Because of how I look, and how much money my mother had, I was the most popular kid in school. If I walked by a shop window, and saw some clothes or jewlry I wanted, I could get them, whenever I wanted. It wasn't too often, and I wasn't greedy, but I enjoyed being able to pick if I got it or not. Now, I'm sooo poor, that I can't afford to even not be in the army. "

She stopped for a minute. Rogueboy didn't say anything, "No guy even wants me for a wife, no matter how much I love them, all they do is date me for awhile, and then usually move on to someone else who was usually richer, or could do a lot for themselves."

Rogueboy says, slowly, "I don't see why."

"The farthest I've ever gotten with someone his hugging and kissing, never farther.....and I'm 23. I guess I'm destined to be a poor, old, weak maid. That's all I'll ever be. Another year or two, and I'll be too old really for a man to want me.......Ani wanted to wait several year to get married, and, I knew from past experience, that he was lying...That's why I broke up with him."

She started crying again, but her heart felt lighter, finally telling all of this to someone. She felt a hand on her shoulder, whichslidwon to her back, and another hand on her back as well. Rogueboy was sort of awkwardly hugging her. She smiled a tiny bit, but still cried.

Anival sighed, they hadn't even had a full nights rest, and now, they had to evade the NR, all without even wearing armor. The squad moved together out of the building, no one was awake, only the service droids.Anival spotted something from the droids shined metal, as it passed behind the counter, something valuable had been placed under the counter, something that they might need. Changing his course slightly, Anival went behind the counter.

“Anival?” questioned Jamasis, half the squad turned around.

“Anival?” repeated Ron.

“Just go but let Jamasis stay behind we'll catch up.” whispered Anival, he didn't know why he was being silent, no one else was in the room, perhaps it was paranoia or years of fighting. Jamasis gave him a look, and the rest of the squad left after Ron.

“What?” asked Jamasis in a serious tone.

“Shut up and come here.” Anival was tired and cranky, but he wanted to get to the ship, and maybe get some sleep.

Anival disappeared behind the counter, a couple metallic clinks later and Anival re-appeared with a two DLT-20A, and a DH-17.

“Serious power.”

“Coincidence?”

“Maybe, they are common, and they could be for security, maybe the guards are out?”

Anival didn't question it, he just accepted the gift and walked out, caring a DLT-20a. They were almost at the ship when a distinct phum, phum, phum of blaster fire interrupted their travel, Anival instinct took cover, as did Jamasis, but oddly they weren't fired upon, Anival dared take a look, and noticed that the squad had been pinned behind three large crates, they were trying pitifully to hold back six NR soldiers, with their blaster pistols, the scene was almost enough to make you laugh, almost.

Anival took checked the rifle he had taken, it had sniper optics, and although he probably didn't need it from their location, it was better to be sure then dead, Anival motioned for Jamasis to take the other sniper rifle and move to the other side, and gave the go ahead to engage them. Taking careful aim Anival got one between his sights, he could manage to down two of them, and Rb could probably get another two, but the last one could call for reinforcements, Anival shrugged, they would be gone anyway.

Anival squinted and fired, he killed on of the NR soldiers, but miscalculated, the end result was only two dead, and three left, Anival cursed and hid, they still didn't know where the shots had come from, they had the advantage.

OOC:

Note, there may be more NR soldiers not just the one I said, and sorry for the leangth

Zeshaun jogged behind Ron, he recognized the dead man in Ron's room as someone he had seen earlier in the day, one of the clean cut men in the airport, those bastards, they were here from the start. Zeshaun ran out into the street and checked to make sure he had his weapon on him still. The pluses of being stationed on a planet is that he learned the tricks of the world and how to sneak around the law. He didn't want to seem suspicious by carrying any large weapon on him, but he had never felt comfortable carrying only a pistol even though he usually carried a very strong Homesteader pistol. He bought himself a "silent death" and when it had it's attachments removed it was easily concealed, being only slightly larger than a blaster pistol. The stock, silencer, and scope were stowed in different parts of his belt and bag that he carried, making it easily accessibly when needed, and Zeshaun figured, if that wasn't necessary now, then it would never be.

Blaster bolts smashed above their heads and some rubble fell down from the wall and showered the squad. Zeshaun quickly withdrew his submachine gun, and ran for cover behind some crates while he rummaged through his bag to get the stock, he quickly attached it and searched the area for where the shots were coming from, he counted at least 4 NR soldiers around them and he saw some move around them, pinning the whole squad down in between the crates. Zeshaun lowered down below a crate and got the scope, he decided to pass on the silencer, no point in losing out on some fire power

"Watch your right!" Joamer yelled over the blaster fire

Zeshaun swiveled on his heels and saw a NR soldier around a building holding a large rifle don't like the looks of that Zeshaun quickly looked down his sights and aimed for the soldier but was too late.

"Move!!" Zeshaun yelled.

Joamer and himself lept out from cover and Zeshaun rolled up behind another crate, he turned in time to see the crate they had been sharing was missing it's top half. Zeshaun swiveled again and this time he quickly lined up the shot, and let a small burst  fly forward, two of the three shots hit the NR soldier in the chest and sent him tumbling back out of sight.

"Nice shot." Joamer had joined him again behind the crates.

Zeshaun lined up another shot and pulled the trigger, his shots missed and attracted the soldiers attention. He ducked below the crates, feeling the NR soldiers' shots hit the crate and burning holes into the front. He waited for the shots to stop and then popped up, firing a shot. He watched the shot penetrate the man's forearm but didn't cripple him enough to get him out of the fight, Zeshaun cursed to himself and he saw a NR soldier aiming at Joamer's back. Zeshaun let off a few shots and nailed the concentrating soldier up from his thigh to his shoulder. It caught the soldier off guard and the surprise was evident on his face, the shots vaulted him into the wall that he had been taking cover behind forcing him to crash through a window and his body lay limp over the window sill.

There were many more NR soldiers than he had first seen and was wondering where they were coming from if they have some sort of base here we better get out of the city Zeshaun started to count the remaining soldiers but suddenly saw two go down, and hit the ground without heads, someone had a sniper rifle, and it seemed like they were on their side. that must be Anival and Jamasis Zeshaun thought as he realized they were missing from the squad. He started to search for a way out of the mess they were in, and make it back toward their shuttle so they could fly out of the city.