Anival seemed to have the majority of the squad with him; Joamer, Helena, Jamasis, Rykin, and Warbird. A few members of Oppressor were milling about as well. Noob123 went to go join his squad. “We’re still missing Nick, Zesh, and one of Oppressor’s men.”

“Hows Ron doing?” Asked Rogueboy.

“Hel says he’ll survive, she has him on enough meds to knock out a rancor.” Answered Anival.

“Whose been lugging him around?” Questioned RB.

“Joamer.” Anival quickly answered.

“Ah…Ok.” Rogueboy said. “So are we going to wait here for them? Because that just sounds like a bad idea.”

“You’re right; we should get a move on. If Nick and Zesh are still alive they’ll find us.” Rogueboy agreed with a nod of his head as Anival made his point. “We’re going to travel heading North, we need to get to the surface and find a tubelift to get to the command level.”

With that Anival lead the squad onwards through the grime-encrusted sewers. “You know for a city so nice on above, it’s as filthy as that whorehouse Jeg frequents.” Rogueboy joked.

“Well at least the whorehouse is warmer.” One of the Oppressor soldiers commented.

“And full of women.” Another added.

“Women you don’t want to touch.” Jamasis said.

“I’ve been on active duty for three months. I’ll touch anything with a pulse, and a few things without.” The soldier who made the women comment joked.

“Knock it off guys we need our ears.” The acting squad leader to Oppressor interrupted.

After wading through the muck filled sewers for about thirty minutes the sound of someone else walking reached the squad. Rogueboy quickly dropped to a knee and immediately wished he didn’t as the impact his knee had kicked up some of the dirty water and splashed him on the helmet.

“I’m telling you we’re lost.” A voice echoed through the tunnels.

“We’re never going to meet up with the squad.” Another voice despaired.

“That sound like Zesh to you?” Anival whispered to Rogueboy

“Sure does.” He answered before calling out. “Zesh, it’s me, the Maker. I want you to pull your pants down and sing “The turbines on the speeder go round and round.””

“Rogueboy if you were the Maker I would accuse you of making Tatooine out of your fecal matter!” Retorted the Wraith soldier.

“And every time I throw up I create a Trandoshan, right?” Rogueboy called back.

“Just for that, you owe me a beer.” Zesh yelled.

“Sure as long as we stop yelling, Maker knows what’s in these sewers.” Rogueboy said as the two parties closed the distance between each other. A pipe opened and dumped some more filthy water as if agreeing with Rogueboy.

“Oh look, a rat riding a turd, watch out little guy, big wave.”  Jamasis said as the floating turd-rat flipped over.

“All I have to say is I’m thankful that these suits are waterproof because there was a dip in the flooring back there; we were literally up to our chests in shit.” Nick said, while Zesh confirmed the story.

The squad walked around for another fifteen minutes with Anival leading them using the internal compass, to always head north. “This manhole right here seems good enough.” Anival announced.

Rogueboy who was nearest to the cover started climbing the ladder and as he reached the top he ever so slowly began raising the cover just enough so that he could see through the faint crack. Abruptly the manhole came crashing down on his head and the blow stunned him so much that he lost his grip and fell into Anival. The two of them crashed into the murky water and the manhole cover was torn off, the squad immediately opened fire at the source of light and all of a sudden there was an explosion above them.

“What the hell was that?” Anival asked of his soldiers.

“I think they tried to throw a grenade down, and one of our bolts hit it.” Noob123 said excitedly.

“I think we should use a different exit.” Warbird suggested.

“I disagree; they’re all probably being watched.” Joamer interjected.

“Only one way to find out.” Noob123 said as he began climbing the sewer ladder.

As soon as he reached the top he pulled out his blaster pistol and fired a few shots. “All clear.” He called back.
“That was a bit odd.” Rogueboy remarked loudly.

“One of them was still alive, from the blast I figured I would put him down, the idiots had crowded the sewer.” Nick called back.

“I guess they weren’t expecting it to be premature.” Helena added.

“I think I’ve heard enough about premature grenades for one day.” Rogueboy said.

“You sure you only talk about premature grenades?” Zeshaun jokingly asked.

“Your death will be premature if you keep that up.” Rogueboy said with an amused expression on his face.

“Onwards, we need to find a tubelift.” Anival interrupted their banter.

Zeshaun hated sewers, he was never very fond of them, but for some reason, he always ended up in one during missions, and things just tend to go downhill whenever he wades through the murky waters. Zeshaun was finally found the squad again and thankfully they were finally out of them, thanks to Rogueboy. Even with the filters on the helmets, he had begun to get nauseous. The only sound they could hear was the sound of their feet clicking against the floor, while they left little puddles of sewer water that had dripped off their armor. Thankfully they had yet to run into any mercenaries who were after them. The hallways were very constricted, and he couldn’t imagine firing a gun within them.
“Up there!” Anival said, breaking the silence, pointing to a brighter area up ahead.

The Wraiths walked into a larger room, with two doors, and a split in the hallway. There were three tunnels leading to this crossroads, including the one that the Wraiths had come out of. TRogueboy went up to one and cautiously turned the handle, when he had trouble opening it, he pushed harder but it seemed to be locked.

“Let me try.” Jamasis said moving up to the front and pulling out a pistol.

He carefully aimed at where a lock should be, and then fired, sending a loud ringing bang resonating throughout the silent halls, causing Zeshaun to cringe. Jamasis confidently pushed the door with his shoulder, but the door didn’t budge. Jamasis tried harder but only bounced off the hard metal. Zeshaun let out a chuckle, watching his squad mate bounce off the door. Anival intervened and began inspecting the door, he studied the hinges and the edges for a moment and then made an announcement.

“The doors propped shut, apparently we managed to find a door that isn’t used very often.”

He gathered the squad around the door, and then they all started to push against it to try to get it to open. With one mighty push, the door crumbled against their combined wait and fell inward. With the squad exerting so much force, they stumbled through the door, trying to catch themselves as they fell toward the ground. Once everyone untangled themselves from the pile of bodies and weapons Zeshaun looked around the room, it was lit with artificial light, giving off an ominous green light. The room was full of old computers and it looked like no one had been down here for a while, there was a layer of dust on everything and it seemed like they found a room that hadn’t been used in a while.Luckily they spotted a blinking light near the back of the room. Anival ran over to the light and brushed off a layer of dust off the panel and pushed the button. Nothing happened, and a message appeared, politely telling him that he needed a keycard.

“Let me see, let me see.” Ron said, walking over to the panel, he had come off the effects of the drugs, he wasn’t exactly himself yet but he was getting there. “I can slice this, just give me a few minutes.”

The Wraiths all at once heard the same sound, footsteps clicking down the hallways and loud, angry voices. Zeshaun could also see some shadows through the door, and tried to listen to their conversations. It seemed like two distinct voices, but he wasn’t sure how many other accompanied them.

“Where the hell are they?” One shouted

“If you hadn’t fallen down that damn hole then we would have killed them already.” The other voice shouted back.

“Shut it, if they hear you and get away, our heads will be gone.” The other voice retaliated.

“I’ll check this room, you two split and go down these hallways.” A lower, third voice said.

Zeshaun tensed, hooked his finger around the trigger of his rifle, and aimed toward the door. A large boot entered the room, and then the rest of the body fit into the room, the creatures stature was so large that they had to crouch to get into the door. Zeshaun looked up in fear as an 8 foot tall creature entered the room, holding some kind of vibro sword, very wide and glistening in the light of the room.

“Fire!” Anival ordered.

The squad started to blast off shots toward the brute giant but the giant had quicker instincts than they had expected, it used its sword to block the shots, leaving black scorch marks along the blade, but none of them penetrating it. Zeshaun looked up at the turbolift panel and saw that it had a few floors to go, and at the rate it was going, it may take a bit.

“Move!” Rogueboy tackled Zeshaun.

Where he had been standing, the sword now lay, three inches into the metal floors, revealing a tangle of wires and other electrical parts. The giant was able to bring that sword down fairly quickly, and Zeshaun did not want to be on the receiving end of one of those blows. The giant pulled the sword out of the ground with ease and swung again, at Anival, who ducked and rolled away, back toward the Turbolift. The sword smashed a dozen terminals off the wall, and a shower of sparks sprayed the room. Zeshaun fired at the giant while its back was turned and got a few shots to penetrate the make-shift armor that the brute was wearing. It screamed out in pain and then turned toward him with an impressive amount of agility, with the look of death in its eyes.

“Done!”  Ron shouted, announcing that he had managed to slice into the turbolift and it had arrived.

“Everyone inside!” Anival yelled, directing the squad into the turbo lift while shooting at the giant to keep it distracted.

Zeshaun got up off the ground and sprinted into the turbolift, and then provided some covering fire for Anival as he too crammed himself into the turbolift and rapidly started to pound the ‘close door’ button as the giant started to move toward the turbolift. The doors closed and the last thing Zeshaun saw was the enraged pupils of the monster as the turbolift began to make its way up toward the surface.

All of the rifles were raised and Private First Class Jaxel and Bacredi both grabbed their chainguns. The mercenaries hadn’t breached the inside of the house yet, but shooting out the window was too risky as they’d have to stick their bodies out to far. Bacredi and Jaxel both had high rates of fire on their weapons, and they both were confident they’d be able to fend off at least one of these deformed Arkani for the time being. The turbolift shaft had been closed off entirely before the other mercenaries, who were obviously starting to surround the building, came to get them.

“We should never have come here,” PFC Jaxel stated boldly.

“No time for regrets now.” Bacredi said, “everyone—get upstairs, now that the turbolift shaft is completely closed at least. Jaxel and Anival, you guys mind staying down here?”

“Yeah, you too?” Anival replied.

“Yeah, they’ll probably try to come through this door—” Bacredi pointed to the main shop door, not the door he had entered from. “—it has much less armor than the back door.” Suddenly a pounding was heard on the back door, and soon after that the sound of pelting was heard. They were firing at the door constantly. “Shit…” Bacredi, Jaxel, and Velasquez soon went to the sides of the room and quickly made makeshift cover.

“We need to hurry up and get to that fifth level…” Anival remarked.

Just as he said that the backdoor was smashed down, and they only had one more door to go through.

“This is a bad idea…” Jaxel exclaimed.

The door they were not aiming at—the main door—suddenly came down onto the ground. Glass, metal, and wood flew everywhere and all of the group’s attention turned to the main door and a second after that the second door was burst down. Two mercenaries waited in their respective doors for a second, and immediately after that they began to dance.

One of them swung their war axe high and attempted to slice Anival, but he moved out of the way quick enough. The other raised some kind of rifle and Bacredi and Jaxel both acted quickly enough and began to fire at it, it dodged out of the way and dove behind the cover of the cashier’s counter. The other merc dodged out of sight and went past the doorway and to the outdoors. Bacredi popped a flash towards the cash register and pounded on the stairwell door, which was made of solid steel for some reason, and it was opened a second later by Jackson, an Oppressor trooper.

They all got in and closed the door, bolted it, and code locked it, just as a body was slammed into the door. A grunt from the body being flung at the door was heard and an axe was also being slammed into it. They ran upstairs and began to fling all the objects in the room down at the door, attempting to barricade it to an extent that nothing could open it without being completely trampled.

“Wait a second, whats on the other side of this wall?” Jackson asked the group as he realized this room was considerable smaller than the room downstairs.

“I don’t—” Jaxel was cut off by a mercenary slamming through the wall and piercing him through the leg, Jaxel yelled out in pain and they all saw the other side of the room. The group began to rotate around to realize it was a hollow room with a staircase leading up to it, most likely a public cover from the street.

“We have to move, Bacredi, take Ron.” Anival ordered the group as Joamer and him were fending off the mercenary. Bacredi moved over to grab Ron off of the bed and he saw the needles of empty morphine next to the bed, and Bacredi leaned over to pick him up as a huge war cry came from another mercenary charging towards Bacredi. Ron reacted quicker, even on morphine, and reached forward towards Bacredi and pulled his pistol out, at the same time he shot the mercenary dead in the forehead. Joamer and the other mercenary were now fighting, with Anival heaving Jaxel onto his back. Jaxel’s blood artery had been hit and he was bleeding immensely.

“Jackson! Take Nick and go over to the stoop—” Anival was referring to the empty room next to them, which led down to the street “—find us a ride, two actually.” The mercenary that Joamer and Helena, who had just joined the fight, fell down the flight of stairs with a shove from the butt of Joamer’s gun, he was shot by over three rifles. He let out his final breath and his eyes went blank. They all exited the room towards the street, and looked to see Nick and Jackson both rigging two large speeders, which looked like troop transports almost but in a smaller scale. Bacredi through Ron into the passenger seat of Jackson’s and went onto the truck bed of it, and was closely followed by Joamer who closed the back of the truck. Anival, Nick, Zeshaun, Helena, Rogue, and Rykin entered the second trunk. Lance Corporal McCarthy ran up to the speeder truck that Bacredi was in and jumped on the back. “Let’s go!” Anival yelled at the trunk in front of them and Jackson hit the pedal.

“Were to?” Jackson turned around the ask Bacredi.

Bacredi checked his datapad “Head down this street until three left turns from here and go two miles. From reports that part of the city has been abandoned, so we can find a house there.” Suddenly, two vehicles with regular troopers, pulled up behind the ‘convoy’ of sorts. They had gunners on the back and looked pretty makeshift.

“Split up! We’ll rendezvous with you soon, fire at will!” They took a sharp right onto a backstreet, which diverted one of the cars. Bacredi and McCarthy—who had a long range blaster—took a knee onto the truckbed and began to fire out the back. They were met back by fire from the ensueing vehicle.

“Turn here! NOW!” Joamer yelled, turning back to fire again, a sharp turn nearly flung McCarthy out of the truck entirely. The truck behind them struggled to turn and Bacredi was able to pop one of the troopers on the back off before they turned. Only three troopers were left on the back.

“Go for the driver!” Jackson suggested.

“McCarthy…can you hit them?”

“I didn’t go to Cepany Sniper Academy for nothin’!” He replied jubilantly. He took aim quickly and fired at one of the gunners, hitting it nearly instantly. The driver of the truck looked extremely frightened as another one of his gunners was hit off, leaving only one. Joamer took aim for the driver and missed, instead hitting his passenger. The passenger fell out of the side of the speeder truck, which didn’t have any barricade to stop him.

“Out of the way!” Joamer yelled as he pulled the grenade out of his belt and let it drop behind the car. The opposing truck was a perfect length behind them so it allowed the truck to drive over it, miss it, but directly after it was over it, it blew up causing it to flip.

“Take us a little farther and we’ll have to run the rest of the way.” Bacredi yelled, they drove for about a fourth of a mile more and stopped outside an abandoned house. They all got out and Bacredi took Ron on his shoulder. They began to sprint to get away from the car, which would lead most attackers directly to them.

Anival’s voice came over the com. “We have to get back to that room.”

Anival kept the speeder going, he was aware that Rogue had fallen, but there was no time to stop, even if he was alive. Their time was dwindling with each passing second, and a chance they might get caught or killed if they stopped for the fallen comrade was too high to be acceptable.

Anival swayed and swerved, keeping a stone-like expression as he ran over the frightened civilians, on the inside, Anival was killing himself, there was no need for all those innocents to be killed, the only reason he was doing it was because the life of everyone aboard the truck depended on him, if he decided to stop for every single civilian it would be difficult to stay alive, or evade capture, instead all they got was a klaxon warning and maybe a small swerve of the vehicle, but now it had cost a wraith trooper, and that was a greater price than half the city.

Anival drove the truck indiscriminately, not caring anymore who was killed,  a couple of blaster shots were heard, and then an four consecutive explosions, Anival turned around to see what had happened a truck was on its side, flames licking at its belly, glass littered the floor.

Anival drove the truck back to the truck that had been pursuing them, the trucks occupants got off, and searched the vehicle only the driver was alive. Anival leveled his blaster and fired, the shot seemed louder than it should have been.

“Everybody over to that storefront over there.”

Anival waited till most of the troopers had left, he timed a thermal detonator, and threw it in the truck they had been driving, then took off in a sprint to the awaiting troopers. As soon as he had gotten near the shop it exploded, small shrapnel of what used to be the truck flew everywhere, and after a short time, the other truck exploded, as well.

“Why’d you do that?”

“So if we have more pursuers they’ll think we went down as well.”

“One problem?”

“And what is that?” barked Anival at the trooper.

“They aren’t wearing any armor.”

“Well then you can take yours off and throw it into the fire, then maybe they’ll think we DID die!”

The trooper was silent, some helmets nodded up and down, some shrugged, Anival could tell these troopers were having a conversation.

“Listen up! We have to get back to that room!”  Anival said over the imperial comm, that way oppressor and crater could hear as well, the only downside was that any other squad within distance could hear what he had just said, or anybody within distance that had cracked that code.

“Lets go!” and the accompanying troopers headed back to the said room.

The squad all took the two seconds to reload their weapons and fix any slight problems they had with their equipment. Zeshaun reloaded his LAR and took out the flash bang from his grenade launcher and replaced it with a normal grenade, no need to waste bullets if you can blow them up Zeshaun thought maliciously. Since they were on the top floor of the particularly large building, they had to take the turbolift all the way down again. Zeshaun thought of all the angry civilians, police, and soldiers that would be terrorizing the streets, and the image of the mob overtaking a squad of regulars sent a chill down his spine. He knew that could have been the Wraiths being taken and their mission would come to an end along with their lives. Zeshaun also emotionally hardened himself to prepare to kill civilians; it was not very often that the high command ordered the killing of civilians but when they posed a threat there was no other way without giving up your own safety. The turbolift suddenly stopped with a jolt, causing the squad to stumble within the lift.

“What now?” Anival asked out loud, slightly annoyed.

“It seems like the turbo lifts have been shut down for the time being, luckily I think we can jump down from here.” Ron said, analyzing the situation.

The squad worked together to pull the doors apart, Zeshaun peered down and could see the floor only a few feet below. Ron and Anival jumped out and got to the bottom, Zeshaun and Nick followed, the four of them began to pry the door open as the rest of the squad jumped out in pairs. Before the doors were open Ron looked around to make sure everyone had made it. The four of them pulled the doors apart, the other Wraiths ran out, expecting some sort of ambush to be waiting for them, but no one was present. Zeshaun let out a sigh of relief and followed the rest of the squad out the doors and into the street. There was visible damage to many of the buildings but they didn’t seem to take away from their architectural beauty. There were a few dead bodies strewn around the street, most of them civilian but others wore police uniforms. The Wraiths stood in the open for a moment, letting Ron memorize a few routes to their target; he put the datapad back in his belt and then started to run down the street. The squad followed at a brisk pace, keeping their eyes peeled for the mobs that were causing havoc across the town. As they came to an intersection, a rock hit Zeshaun in the head, completely unprepared; he stumbled and caught himself before he fell, face first into the road. He angrily turned, pointing his rifle in the direction that the stone had come from. His jaw dropped when he saw a large mob at least twice the size of the squad was approaching them. Anival came over and helped Zeshaun up, the squad stood their ground against the advancing group of civilians. They seemed to be shouting something.

“You’re supposed to protect us!”

“Where’s your honor!”

Zeshaun was very confused; he did not know that the Arkanian’s expected protection from the Wraiths. Ron was about to shout out an answer to their question but then another rock was heaved in their direction, but completely overshot the squad. Then a red blaster bolt came from the other direction, nearly hitting Jamasis in the shoulder, the Wraiths ducked to the ground, they seemed to be somehow caught in the middle of a cross-fire. Zeshaun looked the other way and saw a smaller squad of police men and women advancing on the angry civilians. this can’t be good The Wraiths were stuck in the middle of a clash between civilians and police, both of them wanting to kill the Wraiths just as much as they wanted to kill each other.

“We should get out of here.” Helena suggested.

“I was thinking the same thing.” Rogueboy grumbled.

Ron gave the order and the squad stood to begin running, but as soon as they stood a shower of red bolts shot toward them, forcing them to hit the decks once again.

“Looks like that’s not gonna work.” Ron said, slightly frustrated.

“I guess we can only fight our way out of this one.” Nick pointed out.

The whole squad agreed, that fighting their way out of the battle was their safest bet, and at the moment, they would fight alongside the civilians, they didn’t trust having their backs to the police who had actual weapons. Some of the civilians seemed to have their own personal side arms, probably bought for protection, but they had nothing that could match up to the rifles that the police carried, they were walking into a massacre. As the civilians got closer to the Wraiths, they got up and started firing at the police, as they slowly edged toward the back of the mob, attempting to escape from the battle.

“This is going well.” Anival’s commented through the comm. “You would have thought that the crowd would notice stormtroopers going through their mob.”

On cue, a civilian suddenly shouted. “It’s the stormies!”

A blood curdling cry rose up from the mob, turning their attention away from the police and onto the Wraiths who were unfortunately standing right at the edge of the mob. They advanced on the squad, most of them had menacing looks upon their faces. Zeshaun instinctively began to fire, people started to fall like dominoes, but there were simply too many for the Wraith they were soon retreating, quickly but the civilians had managed to nearly surround them, the Wraiths had their backs up against a wall. Zeshaun suddenly heard the sound of an engine, coming from the distance but getting closer and closer.

There was the sound of a horn and then a vehicle suddenly plowed through the crowd of civilians and stopped right in front of the Wraiths, a stormtrooper reached out his hand and shouted.

“Thomas Meagher, squad leader of Oppressor Squad, at your service.”

Ron took the man’s hand and helped himself up into the vehicle, “Ron Sovakas, squad leader of Wraith.” He said motioning to the squad behind him, “You couldn’t have come any sooner.” He sighed with evident relief in his voice.

The rest of the squad hopped into the back of the vehicle, it seemed to be some sort of modified jeep, it was rather large for a jeep, and it could fit two squads in the rear, although it was very tight. There seemed to be a spot for some sort of turret but there was nothing attached to maximize on space. Instead of a turret, they had a squad member perched up on top of the elevated platform, firing. The Wraiths fired at the civilians who tried to climb onto the vehicle as Gunnery Sergeant Maegher gave the order to drive away. The civilians had no chance to catch up with the vehicle and soon they were alone driving down the streets lined by marvelous buildings, all of them seemed fit for a king and most of them were incredibly tall. maybe I’ll retire here once we take control Zeshaun thought to himself, making a mental note to look into the cost of living on Arkania.

“Where are you Wraiths headed?” Gunnery Sergeant Maegher asked, raising his voice so that he could be heard over the engine.

“We’re trying to find…” Ron puased quickly to check his datapad. “Chama Ileeth, the CEO of Assami Corporation, apparently he has some power around here.”

Maegher nodded, “I think I know where that Assami Corporation building is, although there are some difficulties along the way.”

“Such as…?” Anival asked, wondering what exactly they would be facing.

“We’ve gotten word that there is a lot of fighting in that area, lots of civilians are very angry with everything that has been going on.” The Squad Leader explained. “There is a three way battle between us, the civilians, and the military and police force of Arkania, we are on the verge of pandemonium.”

Zeshaun took a deep breath, reloaded his rifle and tried to prepare himself for the fight ahead. Luckily they now had Oppressor Squad with them, which would make much of the fighting easier, but by the sound of it, it would still be very difficult to infiltrate this building among the chaos that has taken to the streets.

OOC:

So I got us out of the building and met up with Oppressor squad, I also introduced the three way battle that is occurring. We are currently with them and they are driving us to our target building but expect a lot of resistance along the way from everyone and also you may choose to assist any other squads or stormtroopers or soldiers that look like they need help or something.

Rogueboy exited the vehicle and all he could do was stare at the massive building and he couldn’t help but feel someone at the top floor was staring back down at him. “Rogue.” Nick tapped his shoulder and held out a cigarette to him.

“I don’t smoke, need to outrun blasters and fat chicks.” Rogueboy joked.

“Because fat chicks just love you.” Bacredi said sarcastically.

“You’ve clearly never been with me to a club, its like I’m a walking bantha burger.” Said the First Sergeant to a chorus of laughter.

“How are we going to get past all those men?” Anival asked Ron.

“We’ll convince a bunch of fat chicks to seduce them and let us in.” Rogueboy interjected.

“Rogue!” Helena shouted.

“What? Fat chicks need love too.” He defended.

“Enough of the fat jokes please.” Ron said as he rubbed his forehead. We’re going to barricade the windows in that building.” He said as he pointed to what appeared to be a three-story office building across from a parking lot. “We’re going to fight them house to house, Bacredi has a tyrant chain gun so we’re going to put him at the window. I would kill to have an E-web right now.”

“Really? I was kind of hoping just for a beer.” Rogueboy muttered.

“I hate walking through parking lots.” Nick added. “Too many things go boom in them.”

“C’mon Nicky, that only happens in action-holos everyone knows that speeders have a metallic shielding against small blaster fire.” Rogueboy attempted to ease the troopers unease.

As Wraith was walking through the parking lot a squad of militiamen came out from down an alley. “Imperial scum!” One of them yelled out as the others opened fire.

The squad quickly dove and took cover wherever they could. Rogueboy was running behind a speeder when all of a sudden it exploded and sent him flying a meter and a half back. “Shielded my ass.” Nick yelled.

Because of the ringing in his ears Rogueboy was unable to make out what was said and he scrambled to his feet as fast as he could. Grabbing cover next to the squad’s Trandoshan Rogueboy opened fire on the militiamen who had also taken cover.

Zesh turned to Rogueboy and said something that he could not hear because the ringing in his ears had as of yet not faded. Just then Zesh took three steps back and ran forward and slid on the hood of the speeder. “Shit!” Rogueboy yelled as he attempted to jump over the hood, however his feet touched the hood causing him to land on his neck. “Ouch.” He muttered as he followed it with a few choice swear words.

Once again the First Sergeant found himself scrambling to his feet and looking around for Zeshaun, unable to find him Rogueboy ducked as a volley of bolts pelted the speeder in front of him. Popping back up he quickly looked through the scope of his rifle and fired at the chest of an enemy. However as soon as he pressed the trigger the enemy saw him and took cover causing the bolts to soar overhead. Taking cover once again more shots splattered the speeder causing glass to shatter and smoke from burning metal to rise. Making an attempt to pop up and fire back Rogueboy quickly found that he was pinned down when at his slightest movement shots would soar where he would have been.

Pulling out his last thermal detonator Rogueboy set the time to two seconds before tossing it in the general direction of where the shots were coming from. As soon as the explosion started Rogueboy was up and running for better cover which happened to be yet another speeder. “How big is this damn parking lot!” He yelled in frustration.

“Big enough for a party of fat chicks.” An unfamiliar voice yelled out.

“I make the fat chick jokes you bastard!” Rogueboy screamed as he raised his arms and blind-fired at the enemy’s position.

Rogueboy lied on his stomach going into what was called the prone position. Looking around underneath the speeder he was able to make out the shape of an enemy leaning on a speeder. A three shot burst flew from his A280 and struck the man in the hip causing him to collapse and die.

“They’re shooting underneath the speeders!” The call came out from one of the militiamen.

“When did they get so smart?” Rogueboy mused to himself.

OOC:

Alright so we're in a firefight in a parking lot, lots of boom booms. Sure they are militiamen, yes we are better trained, however that doesn't make them idiots. Don't underestimate the enemy otherwise you will find yourself dead. Also we're heading towards a three story office building so that we can get an advantage over the men standing outside of our objective building.

With Bacredi firing his tyrant chain gun through one of the windows a squad of ART troopers approached the building; using whatever they could for cover. One of the officers tried to use a waste can as cover only to find out the thin metal was easily pierced by the chain gun. Rogueboy ran down a narrow corridor which had a door that faced outside towards the enemy. Running into a nearby room had cubicles, RB grabbed a desk and pushed it into the corridor, he returned for another one that he was hoping to use as cover. Just as he finished placing it the door opened an inch, immediately he brought his rifle up and waited.

Something flew into the room and with a loud bang Rogueboy found that his vision had disappeared into a screen of white and a loud bang had made him temporarily deaf.  Instead of cowering Rogueboy squeezed the trigger of his rifle and held it down. How many shots he fired he could not tell but when the rifle stopped vibrating in his hand he dropped to the ground instinctively he reached for a spare magazine that was not there. Reaching with the other hand for a thermal detonator that was not there, the trooper sighed before taking the rifle neck strap off of him and dropping it on the ground. Reaching over Rogueboy pulled out his grenade launcher. “Time to boom-boom with the Bridesmaid.” He muttered as he stood up.

Still unable to see, a shot struck Rogueboy in the chest causing him to squeeze the grenade launcher as he fell backwards. There was an explosion at the exact same time that pain seemed to spread all over his body. “Rogueboy is down!” Someone yelled.

“Again?” One of the Wraiths asked.

“Well this time he got hit.” Confirmed the first voice.

Strong hands grabbed Rogueboy and pulled him towards the stairs that separated the first floor from the second. “I’m not dead, I can still walk.” Rogueboy said as slowly used the uninjured side of his body to raise himself off of the floor. Using the grenade launcher as a crutch until he was fully standing Rogueboy blinked to get the water out of his eyes.

“I’m still blind in my right eye.” RB said.

“You took the flashbang full in the face.” Joamer commented. “You should be lucky you can see out of either eye.”

“What about the enemies? They were trying to bum-rush us.” Rogueboy asked.

“Well once you shot the first who came through the door the others waited until you ran out of ammo. Then they rushed the door, your grenade shot hit one of them in the balls.” The rest of the talk was interrupted as Joamer was laughing. “Funniest thing I ever saw, the poor bastard collapses seconds before exploding. The look on his face was priceless.”

“My injuries?” Rogue said un-amused.

“Uh…yeah…Helena!” Joamer said as he stepped aside for the squad medic.

Pressing a moist bandage against the wound Helena was careful to dab at it, enough to pull the blood away but not hard enough to push the remnant bits of plastoid into the wound. “Doesn’t look major, your armor too all of the impact, and some of it melted and entered through the wounds, it’s all shallow though. Once you get back to base I’ll recommend you for some light surgery  but until then you’re going to have to deal with the discomfort.”

“Discomfort?” He asked

“You got plastoid splinters buried in your chest, when you move it there will be some friction. That’s the discomfort.” She said annoyed.

“How is he?” Ron asked Helena.

“He’ll be fine.” She replied.

“Good, we’re moving out, Bacredi’s run out of ammo and frankly there’s not much left of that floor.” Ron explained.

“Where are we going then?” Rogue asked.

“Next building, grab a rifle will ya?” He answered as he nodded towards a fallen enemy blaster.

OOC:

Alright RB was hit he's relatively fine, Bacredi's tyrant is out of ammo, we're moving to the next building, if you're out of ammo grab a fallen enemy blaster.

Bacredi sprinted as fast as he could to the next building that Rykin was taking cover in. He had his silenced Tropov in hand, and only two militiamen bothered with following him. Bacredi skidded on the ground he was running on—which was made half of marble. He hid behind a large rock that was meant solely for scenic purposes. Nick rushed in after the militiamen, just a little slower than them. Bacredi popped out at the same time that Nick entered the pathway from the opposing building, and both of them chose different targets. Both militiamen were dazed as they both fired, killing them instantly.

“Cover me!” Bacredi screamed at Nick as he ran over to the two fallen soldiers, he looked at their rifles. DLT-19s…Imperial weapons, Bacredi thought to himself as he picked one of them up and slung it around his shoulder. He picked up the men’s extra cells from his pouch and placed them into his ammo pouch. He grabbed the other one and began to run. “C’mon!” They both sprinted for the other building.

“This is Rykin…anyone out there? They are coming up from the basement and I have a shot at that door, but if they come from anywhere else I’m so screwed.” Rykin commed, and they both let out a little chuckle as they broke into the building. They both entered what looked like the second level, just above Rykin. Both of the men began to search for stairs but Nick began looking out the window.

“There’s about ten targets out on the street, do you have any repeating weapons?”

“Nope. What about you?” Bacredi responded.

“Same.” Nick replied.

“Go barricade that door with a desk, I’ll go check Rykin.” Bacredi moved down the stairs as Nick locked the door and pushed up two desks against it. As both Nick and Bacredi were a little behind of the group, he assumed Rykin would have enough cover.

“SHIT!” Rykin yelled as Bacredi entered the room. Rykin was sending bolts left and right at the basement door, and about ten bodies littered that area. Bacredi dropped his spare DLT-19 and took his off of his shoulder. He aimed at the first enemy he saw, which was coming out of the basement door, and fired. The DLT-19 let out a hiss and fired immediately, hitting the man in the chest and knocking him off his feet and down the stairs. Bacredi was now crouching as the man he just shot rolled down the stairs and knocked about three more militia men over. Bacredi un-hooked one of his grenades and tossed it down the stairwell, while Rykin did the same. The ten second fuse on the grenades gave Bacredi enough time to sprint for the door and close it, with no lock, however. “Take cover behind the desk.”

Bacredi did and as soon as he got behind the desk Nick slammed through the door and a loud bang shocked all three of their ears, the door flew open and the sound of yelling and frantic screaming was heard.

Zeshaun squeezed through the small hole to the roof, he hoisted himself up, throwing his weapon through first. He picked his rifle up from the ground, found a spot and began to pick off targets, He was running very low on ammo for his assault rifle. He was very selective of his shots, only taking out those that were a definite kill.

“My grandma can shoot faster than that.” Nick poked fun at Zeshaun’s slow firing rate.

“Well I bet your gran’ma wasn’t running out of ammo.” Zeshaun countered with a smile on his face.

“Here take this.” Rogueboy said, tossing a rifle in his direction.

“Where’d you get this?” Zeshaun asked, inspecting the rifle, it seemed to be some sort of very low powered sniper rifle.

Rogueboy shrugged, “Picked it up when I grabbed my replacement weapon.”

Zeshaun put the stock against his shoulder and looked down the scope, there wasn’t a large amount of ammo left and it wouldn’t help him in close combat, but for the time being it would keep him from using his own weapons. He started to pick off the ARTs using the scope on the rifle, which was much clearer than the one that his assault rifle had. maybe I’ll steal this scope and find some way to attach when we get home. Zeshaun thought as he put a bullet through the sternum of one of the ARTs. The number of enemies began to rapidly decrease, they had no chance in such an uneven fight, but as strong willed soldiers should, they stayed in the battle, sacrificing their lives for the protection of their master. As soon as the regulars were able to contain the fighting by themselves, some of them shot up grapples to help the Wraiths get to the ground. Upon reaching the street, the leader of the regulars thanked them for their help and then continued away from the building, going after whatever was left of the ARTs that were protecting the building.

“I’m going to warn you now.” Ron said in a cautionary tone. “The muscle that Chama hired won’t be your usual stupid brutes, they’ll be smart, tactical, and he would have only hired the best he could find.”

“They couldn’t be better than us!” Jamasis exclaimed.

“Don’t be so sure.” Ron said with a slight smile on his face.

They slowly approached the building, cautiously watching for any snipers or other potential dangers that could pop out at them. Anival ran up to the door, and clicked a few buttons, then turned around pointing at the datapad.

“There’s a lock.”

Ron moved up to the front, and began typing away on the datapad, lines of code were scrolling up the screen at an alarming rate, Zeshaun watched in awe as his Squad Leader skillfully recoded the door to open for them without a password. After a few agonizing moments, Ron got up and clicked the button and the doors slid open without a sound. The inside of the magnificent building was dark, the glare from the sun made it nearly impossible to see inside. Anival reached into his belt and revealed a flare, he lit it and rolled it in, a bright light lit up the lobby, it seemed that nothing was touched, but when the squad entered the room and Ron clicked the power button nothing happened.

“They must have cut the power.” Ron muttered. “Let’s go, but keep your eyes peeled.”

The squad slowly made their way to the only door in the lobby, it was near the back behind the receptionist's desk. Even though there was a lot of destruction outside the inside seemed unscathed, if there were people in the building, it would seem like nothing was going on and it was just another day in the bio dome. Zeshaun kept seeing shadows out of the corner of his eye and since he was bringing up the rear, he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. As they tried to open the door, Zeshaun saw something flash near his head, he turned and got a foot to the side of his head, sending him sprawling into Nick and Helena. Zeshaun blacked out for a moment and when he came to he had a splitting headache. that was a good hit Zeshaun thought as he shook his head, trying to shake the pain away. Helena came over and began examining him, but he waved her away, he stood up, a little shaky, but able to stand on his own. What lay in front of him was no ordinary body guard. It was half bionic, the only human parts left were one of its fists and most of their face.

“What is that thing?” Zeshaun asked, still staring at its robotic features.

“Who knows,” Anival said shaking his head in disbelief. “Hopefully he’s the only of his kind.”

“No kidding,” Rogueboy added. “It took way too many shots to take it down.”

Zeshaun could see the multiple shots in his heart area, if it had a heart left. Zeshaun felt the side of his helmet and felt a large indent, in the shape of a heel. Ron looked at the damage.

“You sure you’re okay? Your helmet doesn’t look to good.”

Zeshaun nodded, he was still feeling a little dizzy but it seemed to be getting better, he took his helmet off and inspected the damage himself, the mechanical being had cracked the side of his helmet, and smashed some electronics and wires within the helmet. He attempted to use the functions on his helmet but none of them worked, luckily his commlink was still operational which didn’t leave him deaf to the squad.

“Let’s slice through this door quickly before anyone else shows up.” Ron said, getting down to business. “The sooner we get through this the better.”

Zeshaun agreed. He found his rifle lying on the ground where he used to be lying down and put it into his shoulder holster. He quickly constructed his submachine gun, adding the silencer in case they had to take out some one quietly. He set his gun to burst and waited for Ron to give the signal to go.

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So i got us into the building, I didn't describe any fighting going on between the bionic man and the rest of the squad so it might be cool to elaborate on that, and also that intrudces some of the crazy body guards that this dude has. We aren't even past the lobby yet so stil lost of building to explore

Anival was hit by a blinding light, he could feel his retinas crying in protest, they had been caught off guard, and that mistake could cost them their lives.  Anival yanked off his helmet and clipped it to his belt, a now automatic move. Almost immediately red points started dancing around them, Anival ducked and squinted his eyes repeatedly.

After a while his eye got accustomed to the light, and the truth of the point came out they were blaster bolts. Not one minute after Anival recognized they were being attacked that Zeshaun joined his side.

“Got any plans?”

“I was gonna ask you the same thing.”

Anival bit his lip, and the most of basics jumped into mind.

“We have to regroup the whole squad first.” as Anival finished his sentence Helena walked up and scolded them for talking.

“Wait, better yet, we don’t regroup, stay in groups of threes, that way they won’t have on big target.” Zeshaun Nodded as did Helena.

“Since there are three of us here we are one group.”

Anival unclipped his helmet,  and put it back on.

“All wraiths that can hear this message, stay in groups of threes, do not regroup into one big target, repeat stay in small groups.” Anival recorded the message and cycled it through the secure comm channel, he wanted to make sure they were heard.

“Alright fire at will!”

Anival followed his own advice and aimed down the sights of the A-280, he smiled one of the brutes was directly in his line of fire, Anival shot three bolts, he smiled as the brute went down. The smile was wiped of his face as the brute got back up, a small blue hue crackled around his, Anival had now noticed, in the light it was hard to see, they had personal shields.

“Damn!”

“What?”

“The have frakin shields.”

“What?”

“Shields!”

“Alright shoot to overload them, focus on one and empty a clip hopefully the shields will go down before they notice what we are up to.”

“Got it”

Anival wondered if his message to stay in small groups had been heard. As if on cue blaster bolts started firing from different directions.

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Getting back into the swing of things, sorry for the length. Okay so basically we split up into small groups of three-fours, that way the enemies fire is spread out and distracted, I also added a twist, the mercs have personal shields

Rogueboy was leaning against a duracrete pillar that was plated with an unfamiliar stone that shown a shade of green that had immediately reminded him of Wraith’s squad colours. The BMC-150 that RB looted off of one of the dead enemies was a rather fearful weapon; he had studied it in one of his heavy weapon specialty classes that were mandatory for him. The blaster rifle had a very high rate of fire as it had twin barrels that fired positive electron bolts from the top barrel, and negative electron bolts from the bottom. There is a way that you can fire a bolt from each barrel at the same time which would unleash an overcharged bolt, however it’s highly recommended not to use that feature as the gun could essentially overheat or explode, Rogueboy couldn’t remember which one.

Sticking his head around the corner of the column Rogueboy noticed that the genetically altered creature’s attention was focused on Nick who was crouching behind the receptionist’s desk. Spraying bolt after bolt towards the creature finally got its attention and it swung its mammoth weapon towards Rogueboy and fired a rocket. The rocket hit the pillar sends shards of green stone flying like so much shrapnel, and flinging Rogueboy backwards onto the cool floor.

Pain, was the first thing that Rogueboy was aware of; pain in his back, and pain all over his face. The back was easily explainable because of how he landed; the pain was not so easy to explain. Touching his face he pulled back his white gloved hand to see the dark red shimmer of blood. “I’m down!” He yelled out.

Soon after someone skidded into Rogueboy, looking up he could see that it was Anival. As soon as Anival looked at Rogue he paused and a queer look crossed his face. “Helena, you might want to see this!” Anival yelled out.

“Coming.” The medic said as she dashed from her cover and ran over as fast as she could.

“Oh…” She said as she glanced at Rogueboy’s face. “This could get interesting.”

“What is it?” Rogueboy finally asked impatiently.

Anival patted Helena on the shoulder before running to join the fray. “Well…you got some of that green stone embedded in your face.” She said bluntly.

“Well…can you take it out?” Rogueboy hesitantly asked.

“I could but that’s going to require we be here for a few hours.” Helena answered.

“So let me understand this.” Rogueboy started calmly. “You can’t get the plastoid splinters out of my skin, and you can’t get these bits of stone out of my face.” Allowing the anger to manifest, he shouted. “Then what the hell are you good for?”

Helena was taken aback by the sudden outburst but she quickly gathered herself. “You’ll live, if you get hit badly enough that you won’t I might make the difference then.”

“You know Helena, sometimes I wish I had an endless beer mug attached to my hand, this way every moment of my life could be happy hour.” Rogueboy joked.

“You are a sad lonely little man, aren’t you?” She asked.

“Sometimes.” He answered as he rose to his feet. “Where’s my rifle?”

Helena pointed to it as it lay on the floor with a piece of duracrete lying on top of it.

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A short post, I didn't really get us anywhere I had planned to but I'll do it in my next post.

Rogueboy’s right eye was blurry and teary; one of the shards had gotten into his eye not enough to cut and make him blind but enough that he had to constantly blink in an attempt to clear it up. What didn’t help was the fact that his right eye was his better eye and as such his “aiming” eye. Switching the concussion rifle to the other arm, Rogueboy spread his legs and leaned into the rifle as he fired the concussion rifle. The blast still made him back up a step and because of the kickback and terrible aim the shot struck the beast in the leg.

“Shield’s gone!” Someone called out. Rogue was unable to see because the recoil had caused the scope to jam itself in his eye.

“Gah! I can’t see shit!” The soldier yelled out as both of his eyes were tearing.

“Rogue!” Zesh yelled as something heavy crashed into Rogueboy, bringing him to the ground as an explosion sounded just behind him. The concussion rifle went off as soon as it hit the ground.

“Oh...my...maker.” Someone loudly commented.

“What the hell is happening?” Rogueboy asked loudly.

“I saved your ass.” Zeshaun said as he rolled off of Rogueboy, there was a slight pause before he added. “And killed Joamer.”

“What?” Rogueboy exclaimed loudly. Wiping his better eye with his gauntlet he saw as a thin trickle of blood slowly dripped from Joamer’s midsection, then the top half of the body slid off and landed on the floor.

The man-creature chuckled just as a vibro-bayonet protruded from its left eye. “Die, bastard.” Helena said as she activated the vibro part of it and it sawed through his face.

“Go Helena...” Someone murmured as the beast’s brains decorated the smooth floor.

Rogueboy began an apology about slicing Joamer in half but Ron waved away the apology. “Could’ve happened to any of us.” Ron said as he walked away towards the tube lift.

The squad followed him with Rogueboy bringing up the rear his body moving mechanically.

Aww...what’s wrong?

I just cut Joamer in half, you insensitive side of me.

Insensitive I may be, but the truth was you didn’t even like Joamer.

That may be true but he was a good soldier, and I could trust him to not shoot me in the back.

Kinda like you did to him?

You’re impossible.

No, what’s the point in feeling miserable about it? Be sad and miserable if it makes you happy, truth was it just as easily could have been you who got cut in half. Maybe Joamer wouldn’t even feel any guilt about it.

Look at the squad, look at how they give me the side looks, they all wonder if I did it on purpose or not.

No they don’t, they wonder how you’re handling it. You wouldn’t be the first soldier to accidentally pop a squad mate then figure the guilt was too strong and kill yourself.

I can’t kill myself, I promised myself.

Promises are but chafe in the wind when it comes down to the deed, the truth is you don’t have the balls to do it.

I fail to see how you pushing me to suicide benefits either of us.

Touche, just don’t be sad it makes me sick.

Good to know you still have my best interests at heart.

With that the mental conversation was over and Rogueboy felt lively again. “Where we going boss?”

“To the top floor, we need Chama.” Ron answered.

Just then the tubelift began slowing down. “I think it’s stopping us a floor before our destination.” Nick said.

“I agree.” Zeshaun added.

“Well...we’re just sitting womp rats aren’t we?” Ron answered.

Zeshaun fired over the cubicle, it was not safe to stick his head out and aim so he just sprayed a few bullets toward the clowns and hoped that it would hit them. There was a lot of frantic shooting going on and only the sharp sadistic laughter of the clowns pierced the sounds of the battle. Ron moved back to the turbo lift and smashed the button with his finger, trying to get the lift to arrive faster. If they could all get in the lift and get up to the next floor they could deal with the clowns after they were sure that Chama was dealt with. Unfortunately the lift was taking years to make it down, and Ron assumed that it was either broken or had been disabled by the clowns that were in it before.

“We need a plan.” Anival said through the comlink.

“Let’s deploy a few explosives of our own.” Ron said as he rolled a grenade down the path way down the middle of the cubicles.

It gently rolled up against the back wall and lay there for a few seconds before going off and making a crunching noise as the smoke, debris, and fire all filled the back portion of the room. As the smoke cleared, there was sunlight shining through the back of the room. The explosion had broken through the wall and there was now a gaping hole in the back of the office. The Clowns still fired but they began to retreat out of the room. Zeshaun put his machine gun away and moved up to a clown that was trapped beneath a desk, attempting to pull himself out. Zeshaun knelt down and tipped the clowns head up. With one strong punch, the vibroknuckler sliced through the softer armor around the neck and into the jugular. Blood flowed from the clown’s neck and he grabbed at his neck as he bled to his death. The sunlight was a nice break from the artificial lighting within the building and it seemed the rest of the clowns had disappeared. Upon further investigation, there was another clown had been crushed underneath a portion of the wall that had fallen, their whole upper body was trapped underneath the ruble and only their legs were sticking out. The other seven were gone, but that didn’t let the Wraiths lower their guard. They had already been tricked once and they did not plan to be tricked again. They made a quick search of the room, and saw that there were ropes leading down through the hole and back down the building and it gave them an idea for a way up to Chama’s floor.

“How about we just use that whole that Ron made?” Rogueboy suggested. “We all have grapples right?”

Ron inspected the outdoors and nodded. “I agree, this may be the easiest way and Chama probably won’t be expecting it.”

The Wraiths lined up along the edge, aimed and fired their grapples up to the next floor. They still had to find an easy way to get through the window but that was not a priority at the moment. They began to climb, clipping the ends to their belts to ensure their safety if they slipped. Zeshaun pulled himself up in a steady rhythm, he found it hard to do strenuous physical tasks when he could not concentrate. When they were half way up the building a familiar high pitched laugh rang in between the buildings. The Wraiths looked up and saw nothing on the roof or on the upper floor.

“Look, up on the other building!” Nick shouted as he pointed behind him.

The eight remaining clowns were on some kind of hover craft, flying back and forth in between the buildings. The surviving clowns managed to get a speeder up to their height, they turned to aim their guns toward the prone Wraiths, backs exposed and with nowhere to hide.

“Fire!!” Ron yelled not knowing what else they could do at the moment.

The squad stopped climbing and opened fire, attempting to keep the clowns from getting an easy shot against them. Out on the side of the building they were completely exposed. Nothing was there to take cover behind, and Zeshaun got a bad feeling that they would all die. They avoided being hit as best as they could, but since they were hanging from the side of the building there wasn’t much that they could do.

“Aim for their engines.” Anival suggested.

Zeshaun lined up a shot but a sudden gust of wind forced him to fire off target and so he missed, the windy conditions were not helping them get in many successful shots and Zeshaun nearly lost his footing more than once. Out of the corner of his eye Zeshaun saw Rogue propping something up against the wall, it was the concussion rifle they had found earlier. Rogueboy pulled the trigger and a single shot exploded near the engines, the splash damage managed to hit the engine, forcing it to sputter. The clowns frantically ran around their small vehicle trying to stabilize it. The speeder began to drift toward the Wraiths.

“That doesn’t look good.” Jamasis said.

The speeder gained speed as it came barreling toward the building. It hit the building right above the Wraiths, smashing through the wall and into the room above. Metal, glass and other parts of the wall came raining down on the Wraiths, Zeshaun covered his head as pieces of debris bounced off his armor. Fortunately it had made an easy access point into the level where Chama was hiding. Unfortunately he would most likely have heard that and now any element of surprise was lost. The Wraiths scurried up the wall, and jumped into the room only to be met with a flurry of blaster fire. All the clowns had not died from the crash and now the survivors were using the crashed speeder as a shield.

“We don’t have time for this.” Ron said as he fired. “We can’t let Chama get away after getting this close.”

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its been over 24 hours, no ones posted. . . so here's another post from me well, now we are actually up in Chama's location but we have brought along four  of the clowns who are preventing us from really getting into the floor. After we defeat these four, we cna search for CHama and then extract him