(This is a story for my squad and any new troopers who want to try writing stories before the next official story starts)     It had been a long two months for Raziel. Fury's resrtucturing of the army had left him with a relatively green squad. Not such a good thing for a special operations squad.         Stormie had assured him that the troops came with the highest reports and excellent training, but Raziel simply wasn't sure. ===========================================     He stood now at Fury's desk, expressing his worries about his squad.     Fury looked up from his desk and smiled at Raziel.     "I know where your worries come from, but you've seen the troops in simulation and you've spent the past two months training them to work in the dark and with those knives of yours."     "Yeah, but simulations aren't real. I know these men are already experienced, but we can't gel as a team unless we've been out together."     "Why don't you wait untill the next mission then?" Fury asked calmly, the edges of his mouth curling up in a half-smile.     "The last attack proved we're far from invincible. If we got attacked tomorrow, i'd like to know i could really trust my squad." Raziel replied, his voice beginning to edge with frustration.     That was enough for Fury, he'd been exceptionally busy of late and had no time for this. The smile soon dissapeared.     "Sergeant, you will trust in what we give you. do you now have any respect for the choices of your superiors?"     "No not that!" Raziel replied. He had learned to judge people and new fury's own frustrations had little to do with himself.     "Dismissed trooper"     Raziel abruptly turned and left. Fury knew he had snapped at the man for his own troubles, but had no time for misplaced worries. ===========================================     Almost a week later Raziel was with his squad at breakfast . He was going over some of the pros and conns about HALO and HAHO drops.     "Raziel to Fury's office promptly."     "Ok i'll see you all at the target range, you'd better move fast."     Raziel made his way rapidly to the office and found himself, as he had so many times before, stood infront of Fury's desk.     "Sergeant Major," Fury smiled     "Sir?" Raziel asked, more than a little apprihensive now.     "Well you aksed for something and i've actually found a mission for you all. Please observe the screen."     An image of a small yellow planet came into view. The screen showed it to be of a small planet in the mid-stages of being colonised. A few hundred square miles of land was green in the southern hemisphere.     "The local colonists, a few thousand or so are loyal VE supporters. Unfortunately attacks by several annoying desert tribes have increased over the last decade. The tribes seem to be aligning together and planning to take the altered southern regions. Their latest attack killed over a thousand locals and destroyed many of the climate machines the farmers have been using.     "The VE has decided to step in and show the Locals why they support us. The mission will be relatively simple, but will proivide an excellent oppertunity for the recruits."     "Erm thank you sir, who'll be going on this mission?" Raziel asked     "A full company of regulars are being sent. I'm sending you with your squad and any other troops in the platoon who feel they need the combat experience or are simply bored of drills.     "The mission will be a relatively simple one. You will be in charge of the elite contingent we are sending, but will be reporting to Lieutenant Colonel Carrol, who's leading the regulars. Get all the troops who are coming together and you'll be fully briefed in a week." ===========================================     A Week later Raziel was sat in one of the briefing rooms. Around him sat his squad, all geared to go and also many of the latest recruits in the Army were going along.     A tall ginger haired man sat next to Fury, infront of them all. He was dressed as a regular soldier, obviously the Lieutenant Colonel who Raziel would be serving under.     "Ok listen up. The mission is one that will require not just force of arms, but some diplomatic skills. That is why an orbital bombardment would not do and why a VE representative will be going along with you.     "First of all you will land in safe territory. We'll march around and make a show for the locals. The next part of the mission we will be travelling on foot down the steep ridged valley highlighted on the map. Our destination is the complex shown here. Scans from space have show this to be the centre of where the desert tribes have been massing. We belive there to be around 5 thousand of these people, but they are spread accross the planet which is why we march directly for their centre."     A tall weasely man stood up then, he held himself straight and tall and looked everyone directly in the eye. But Raziel could tell that this man was no warrior.     "I will be the VE representative. I will be the one doing all the talking with the locals and the tribesmen, should it come to that. When we reach their base we will crush them and show them that there is no point in the conflict. Be prepared to excecute the ringleaders and force the tribes to scatter. I will inform you on the way exactly of what i have planned."     The breifing went on for another hour as all the finer details were discuseed by the leaders. Raziel took little part in the conversation, but it was decided that Raziel's elite group of VE stormtroopers would follow along the main company a few clicks behind, as reargard. ===========================================     The trip to the planet was smooth, they made a show of force infront of the locals, but they were moving off soon.     The march down the valley was not particularly nice. The sides of the valley were steep and craggy, and stayed looming above the group on the long march.     Raziel soon realised that without his helmet the sand would be seriously annoying.     The Lieutenant Colonel  was very uneasy about everything. His company was marching a good 3 clicks ahead of Raziel's group. He couldn't help but keep stairing up. The Ve troops had no air cover and this valley was a deathtrap.     Meanwhile, a few miles back Raziel was having thoughts along the same lines. From above this had looked like a good plan, but now down here it seemed not such a good thing. ===========================================     The whole company stopped to a halt as someone called down to them from above. A deathly whooping cry, followed it. The call was carried on for what seemed like hours as the company braced itself.     "Get down, keep those rifles up!"     Then suddenly the cries stopped.     Further down the valley Raziel heard those cries keenly and knew what they meant.     "Everyone with me! Lets go!"     Raziel knew he had to get his squad and the other recruits there in time.     Carrol did his best to keep the troops calm, but most were still nervous. He couldnt decide which was worse, the battle cries or the silence.     Then once more the silence was broken.     "Dear god," he wispered.     A huge bolder, that must have weighed tonnes came crashing down from the right side. It seemed t take ages to fall, but the Lieutenant Colonel could only watch as it fell and rolled on his troops.     "Hold your ground, open fire!" but he knew that there was nothing to fire at, and that they were in the open.     Boulder after boulder dropped, untill hos force was severly weakened.     "Under what cover you can find, now!"     Soon the boulders stopped, but then came the blaster fire. the leaders realised they heavily outnumbered the tribesmen, but were in no position to fight back.     Raziel saw the dust coulds, and then the blaster fire. He felt so very helpless.     "Snipers hold here, everyone else with me."     Raziel, his squad and the recruits charged down the valley floor. Moving from cave to cave and using the boulders as shields they soon made their way into the carnage. Under cover from the snipers they soon began to return fire upon the tribesmen.     What remained of the regular company joined them and soon they had to outnumbered tribesmen ducking down as much as shooting.     The desert people gave one final whoop of victory before dissapearing from view. ===========================================     More than half of the company was dead, another quarter were seriously wounded and in no fighting condition.     Whats more Raziel found himself in-charge of the remaining force.     Most officers, Carrol and all three long range comms systems were gone now along with most chances of escape.     "Some 'combat experience' mission" Raziel grumbled.     The scouts sent out returned promptly. the news was not good. The valley behind them had been sealed by a massive rock fall, there was no way out.     "Sir what do we do?" the highest ranking regular asked.     "First we get out of this damned valley," Raziel calmly replied. (Ok anyone who wishes [and has been bothered to read this far] can post. I dont care where the story goes, its just something for all the recruits and my squad to post on.)
 
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Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths

    Raziel had to admit he hadnt thought the Desert people brave enough to come down into the valley to fight on even terms with them. The tribes had launched a devastating suprise attack, using a massive advantage and he thaught they would wait for awhile before trying the same tactic.     But as Tribesmen used robes and climbing equipment to descend into the valley he simply had to disregard all thoughts of a respite.     The regulars formed their usual battle lines and prepared for the charge, but they wouldn't last too long he knew.     His squad and most of the other VE troops were making good use of cover and keep low to the ground, but still most were green troopers. Something would have to be done.     Raziel looked around him and knew retreat was not an option. There were many wounded around him, many would die here and now if they retreated. Besides there was no-where to run except back down the blocked off valley.     The first volley of VE shots began and the first lines of desert men went down, the rest were far from dettered. Another whooping cheer went up from them.     Whats more the desert men had some long range rifles too. Raziel had to think this through quickly.     "Ok any engineers amongst you lot? Good, come with me. The rest of you stand firm, dont give an inch. Wraiths deal with those snipers. Be brave!" he shouted above the cracks of blaster fire.     "Ok get what explosives, and anything you can lay down and set to exlode and start setting them up, we cant hold forever so hurry." raziel shouted at the few engineers amongst the regulars.     With that Raziel brought his compact version E-11 up and charged straight for the centre of the VE line, where most desert men were headed. He screamed words of encouragement to what men they had left and fire for all he was worth into the coming storm.     "Sir," Grizzly started     "What's the problem?" Raziel asked without looking away from his aim. He was a poor shot, but even he could hit the hundred or so charging men.     "They're coming down the sides to try and get around us!"     "Damnit," Raziel hated to weaken what little man power he had up-front, but if the engineers got caught or they couldn't retreat they were done for.     "Squads 3 and 4 hold the east and west sides, fall back!"     "Everyone else keep firing and hold your ground! You have to hold for 5 minutes. Someone deal with those snipers!" he shouted as another crack and wistle was followed by the sickening sound of a skull shattering.     Raziel tried to bring order to the fight, but as the tribesmen closed in on the remains one one company or regulars and the VE elite contingent chaos errupted around him. Only by holding on for another 2 minutes could they survive. (thanks bear, i really can't believe you used that nickname)
 
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Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths

    Twenty of the desert men charged at the group Raziel was with. Raziel had taken up a position in the centre of the line, where there was most pressure.     The men of this squad, the best squad in the former company were good. He had to admit and as they were, crouched on the lip of a 2 foot high ridge facing the desert men  they were unbreakable.         Raziel didn't bother to use his rifle, instead he had his combat knives both drawn and was moving from side to side slashing and stabbing any tribesmen who got too close to the line. He had to admit they were doing not too badly, they could hold this position for another thirty minutes probably.     That said Raziel was wandering where most of the pressure had gone, the tribemen had attacked relentlessly and without showing any signs of retreat for the first few minute. But now they seemed less eager for the fight and fewer were coming at them. Although Raziel was still glad that only half of them had ranged weapons, and another half of those were armed with gunpowder weapons.     Suddenly there was that tell-tale crack and wistle. The snipers were back and firing again. That changed everything.     "Into cover!" he screamed.     "Anyone have anything reflective?" he asked. This planet's sun was incredibly intese and those snipers were using scopes.     After a few seconds someone handed raziel a foot square piece of shiny metal, he simply didnt ask where it was from.     "Hendl, use that rifle of yours." Raziel instructed.     He slung the rifle from his shoulder and un-hooked the safety.     "Ready, go!" Raziel realised suddenly that if this didnt work he was dead.     He jumped to his feet, letting the desert people see him. Then jumped back down as a shot wistled past him. In that fraction of a second he had spotted the snipers, two of them.     He raised the mirror and indicated to Hendl where they were.     The two snipers jumped back, possible blinded by the sudden seering glare that they had seen.     Hendl fired once, then again.     He smiled and Raziel understood, no more snipers.     Raziel and the rest of the troopers came out of cover, guns razed, but to their amazement the desert people were fighting amongst themeselves. That explained alot.     "Sir! Sir!" someone shouted. He recognized immediately the harsh, barely understandle accept.     "Grizzly?"     "Yeah, got a bad shot in the leg, it'll be fine."     Raz could hardly believe the man was standing.     "Some other tribes came crashing down the valley side, now might be a good time to retreat?" Grizzly went on.     "Well we've just set up a minefield i say we use it. After that we go straight for our original taregt!" Raziel said to everyone.     That brought gasps from everyone.     "But thats still 20 miles away" someone stammered.     "Yes, but we can still get there. out here forward is just as good as back."         Now Raziel needed a plan to get the tribesmen over the minfield.     "Anyone seen Afyon?"
 
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Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths

Grizzly, having tied a handkerchief around the wound, limped off towards a large, hairy mound, about twice the height of himself. He had already seen what it was.. it was still moving, trying to get up. It was a beast, laid on the ground about a hundred metres away. It was almost on to its hind legs, and Grizzly knew if he could just get to it, they would all stand a chance. The tribespeople were running away from it in fright, as huge lumps of phlegm shot out of its mouth every few seconds to literally drown a tribesman. He limped up to it, the pain in his leg almost unbearable. Blood was leaving a trail behind him as he walked, but he was at least still walking. He reached his hand up to a rope hanging off the side of the beast, and heaved himself up, to where he found a small, primitive ladder. He slowly climbed up it, and as he did so, the beast stood in one massive movement. Quickly, he scrambled to the top, where there were four small seats in a wooden box. Grizzly collapsed into a seat, and grabbed what looked to be the reins. He looked puzzled, but pulled them back sharply. "Ya!" The beast ran off towards the tribespeople, stampeding through their ranks and crushing bones. His leg was bleeding more than ever, and he was about to pass out, but he somehow managed to steer the beast towards the Army lines, and, even more impressivly, managed to make it stop! A young corporal, who obviously had more bollocks than brains, had scrambled on top of the beast into the box. He stared at Grizzly and grinned.. just as Grizzly passed out. (There ya go people.. use that thing )
 
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TRP/CPL Grizzly/4SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1REG/Lorn IV/VEA

"Blimey! Leg it!" - A British soldier, 1939
"Damn und blast! Leg it!" - A German soldier, 1945

The corporal who had jumped on Grizzly's hairy thing was Yun. Yun noticed that Grizzly had just passed out and needed attention ASAP.  He looked around nut all that he saw was hell raging lose. Yun noticed that all of the medics were being rushed by men with headshots or chest shots.  Knowing that no matter how important Grizzly was he would have to wait if brought over there and that would most likely kill him. Then suddenly the hairy beast reared up and sent Grizzly and Yun flying backwards and onto the ground.  Yun sat up and saw that the beast was being shot by the tribesman.  He knew if they sat there he could get trampled .  He picked up Grizzly and took off. With Grizzly over his shoulder and his blaster in his other hand Yun dashed off.  He was going slow, trying to balance carrying a man who was heavier than him and provide cover fire.  He was almost there when Grizzly was knocked out of his hands.  Yun spun around to see two tribes men staring at him.  They both had their blasters pointed for his head.  Yun dove to the ground and got a shot off.  It hit one of the tribemens legs and sent him to the ground.  The other one looked at his comrade for a moment which gave Yun enough time to give him a leg sweep and send him falling.  Yun stood up and shot them both in the head.  He quickly picked up Grizzly. He ran off again but was lucky to be with the main force which gave him cover fire.  Once behind friendly lines he looked for help.  He found the best man posssible, Raziel. "Sir!" Raziel spun around to see Bear looking ver pale and bleeding extremly fast.  He stood for a moment and then said "Damn it give him to me." Raziel grabbed Grizzly and led yun with him to a hidden encampment with all the medics.  Raziel grabbed a medic and lay Grizzly down. Yun turned around and ran off to go kill some more tribesmen knowing his commrade was safe... for know.
 
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Whatever floats your boat

    Raziel grimaced as he looked at grizzly. The man had gone out to cause the disruption that Raziel needed, just after he had returned injured from battle.     Raziel smiled though as Grizzly pushed one of the medics away and walked accross the makeshift "Minefield"     The minefield was actually quite good, Raz had to compliment the engineers on thier initiative. They had rigged various high yield explaosives together with laser activated mines, plastic explosives and even a bunch of grenades tied up and rigged to explode.     The tribesmen wouldnt know what had hit them, after this move the desert people should realize that their supise attack hadnt completely demoralised the VE contingent and they were far from routed.     Raziel saw Yun eagerly rejoin the VE lines, just as Agent made sure that the wounded were accross the explosives.     "Ok everyone," Raziel called into the comms.     "We let them have one final charge, then we run. Make it look like you're scared ok? Once ver the explosives climb up the ridge and pick off any tribemen too close, then thing blow up."     A general cheer went up from the remaining troops and the desert people took a few seconds longer to rally this time. They seemed to have set aside their differences for now, but they were far more disorganised about their tactics now.     When they had dropped everything on the VE company and killed over half of the troops they had expected an easy victory, but now they were beginning to get worn down. The VE troops didnt seem to want to back down in the slightest and they weren't well equiped.     Good job they didnt know how close the VE troops were to running out of ammo or breaking, Raziel thought. ===========================================     The desert people gave one final whoop before charging down the valley at the VE troops.     "Conserve your ammo, hold tight!" a regular gunnery sergeant shouted out.     'Good man' Raziel thought to himself.     On the left hand side was the remnants of the leading platoon in the company, to the left were troops who'd seen little close fighting so far and still had alot of ammo.     In the centre were the wraiths and the elite squad of the regular company. Their weapons were bloodied and their ammo was low, but they weren't going to give an inch.     Few imperials fell to the volley of fire the tribesmen let off on the way. The desert people had few good ranged weapons, most being absorbed by the trooper armour. Anyway there were few good shots amongst them after the snipers had been taken down.     PFC Yun shifted nervously next to Raziel.     "Keep calm man, you'll be fine" Raziel assured him. And Raziel knew he would be, Yun had handled himself fine so far. However Raziel needed to talk to afyon after this.     The tribesmen lifted their spears and swords, but still the troops didn't fire. They gave out another spinechilling whoop, but still the inperials didn't fire.     When they were preparing their strikes and aiming they fired.     Three men deep of tribesmen died in the first shots. Then grenades streamed high over head into the rear of their attack force. Then repeaters and everyone else let rip and drowned out the screams of the dying.     Raziel knew it looked better than it was, less than half of the desert people had been killed and they would attack again in less than a minute.     "Go!" shouted almost every sergeant in the force. The VE troops broke and ran hell for leather accross the flat, hundred metre expanse to the ridge.     Raziel heard the cheers of the desert people behind him and knew they would be close behind when they reached the ridge.     Raz was one of the first men to get to the ridge and he could see how close they were cutting it. One brave squad even turned and spread themselves out, killing every tribesman that came at them.     The rest of the troops came on running and were soon up onto the ridge, only to see that squad overrun. If the squad hadnt sacrificed themselves probably half his force would be left dead now.     "Fire!" came the command, the desert people who thought they were in persuit were now pressed back.     "Do it!" Raz shouted.     The shockwave of the explosion sent all the force scurrying for cover, what it did to the tribesmen Raziel didn't know.     Then the mines were activated and any surviving desert men found themselves losing legs and feet.     When the VE force came out of cover blackened scarred bodies littered the valley floor. What was left of the desert force were running very fast, VERY fast.     "Snipers up the valley side, if they look like they're going to rally convince them otherwise." ===========================================     The wounded were all back on their feet now, those that had survived.     The water was now plentiful, the force was alot smaller than they had started out and most of the water bags had been found. Ammo was still however low, but moral was still quite good.     Although many were still mourning the loss of their friends and fellow troopers.     "Afyon, what you did was Very stupid. It was reckless and almost cost you your life. but erm, nice work."     Afyon managed a smile. He stood infront of Raz, head bandaged and knife bloodied.     Raziel then looked at the knife he was carrying and stopped smiling.     "Sir? you carry lots of knives?"     "Afyon the knife is for the silent and swift kill. We are a silent and swift squad. The vibroblade is crude and loud."     "but sir...i like this one.." Afyon began.     "I'll get you a good weapon when this is all over, trust me. As for now carry on using that thing, i dont think stealth is the order of the day."     "Ok troops listen up. As you know we're not going back. We go forward. The VE will probably send down a search party in the next few days, we dont want them suffering the same fate. We move forwards and carry out the plan as before." Raziel shouted.     "We can take that station, trust me. These tribesmen are violent, but they lack organisation. When we've taken out their leaders they'll crumble and we can call in reinforcements. And anyway we're going to get them back!!"     The remains of the company had reformed now into their original squads, though only a handful were at full strength. There was just a day march and they would be at the base. They planned to attack from a single direction and head straight for the centre of the base.     Raziel hoped the desert people would start fighting themselves again. (Good posts everyone keep it up!)
 
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Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths

    Raziel dived to the ground as a grenade came his way. Unfortunately the two men behind him weren't as fast.     "Covering fire now! lay them low!"     The Imperials still held the advantage of numbers over this group of desert men and they were soon scrambling for cover. The crawler then started roling forwards again, angling itself to give the tribesmen some cover.     "What the hell? They said the desert people didn't use transports!" Yun yelled.     Raziel thought for a moment, then he realised how obvious it was. The desert people had demolished several settlements in the last few months, they must have salvaged a load of equipment from the settlements, and that seemed to include a small sand crawler and a lot of weaponry.     The desert people were rallying around the crawler it seemed. Raziel's force had little that could do much damage to the thick armour on that thing.     Another rocket shot out from the desert people towards the troopers, but fortunately went low and sent sand everywhere.     "Wraaiths with me!" Raziel called     "Sir?" asked a few of the wraiths as they cautiously made their way accross the to him.     "We have to take out that crawler, so we're going inside. Arkanian, bring enough exploisves to take the door off!"     "Sir!" they said.     Raziel could see that they weren't too happy to try and run accross the middle of a fire fight, but they would go.     Arkanian gathered some plasic explosives as the rest of the squad redied their weapons.     As one they ran accross the dune towards the crawler, not much fire came their way but it was enough to keep them ducking and weaving as they went.     Raziel's keen ears heard a rush of air and dived to the ground, shouting "Down!" as he went. A moment later another rocket sliced the air above their heads.     Raziel stayed on his knees for a second as the rest of his squad ran off. Quickly spotting the rocket launcher he let off three shots before running on. Raziel was barely average and all three shots missed, but the shots guided the rest of the imperial force who quicky shot him down.     A second later they were all pressed up against the side of the crawler. Arkanian worked fast at getting the explosives wedged in firmly.     They were all fairly nervous as there were around thirty desert men the other side of the crawler and the only thing keeping them there was the regulars covering fire.     "Done!" Arkanian shouted. And they all moved away. A second later a small "pop" sound made them all cover their ears. Another second after came the sound of the door falling to the sand.     "Nicely done," Afyon remarked.     Raziel and Bane kept the squad covered as the ran through the now open door. Raziel heard three shots before the all clear came accross the comms.     Bane took one last look around, before he and Raziel got inside the now moving crawler.     Inside the wraiths were dotted around a small room, guns raised at a single entrance. The room was barely lit and was now covered in the blood of a single, very suprised, desertman.     Raziel holstered his rifle and drew two slender throwing knives. Better for the confined spaces.     "Now you've all been drilled enough on ant terrorist fighting so this should be a breeze," Raziel smiled.     "Lets find the control room," SGM Dez ordered.     The wraiths moved slowly, each covering every other man and keeping their ears and eyes open. Raziel smiled at how effective they were. (Ok just a small post to keep this going. Come on where is everyone? I said at the start this is for you all to try writing, you can post whatever you want! so c'mon!)
 
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Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths

(Yeah thats fine, i was thinking something along the same lines myself. but we're still going to publically excecute their leaders )
 
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Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths

Afyon split off from the group and drew his blade.  He moved slowly down a corridor and approached a set of staircases, one leading up and one leading down.  Afyon thought for a second then decided that the majority would be downstairs for quick exit back into combat.  Afyon crept slowly and silently down the steps and rounded the corner.  At the end of the corridor, he could see desert people sititng around playing around with their weapons.  Afyon was surprised to see they all were armed with swords, axes, and clubs. Afyon moved slowly forward, blade in front of him.  He kept away from the light so it would not reflect on his armor.  His head was still throbbing and his arm killed from the blaster wound he had received.  Afyon got as close as he dared to the light and managed to get a view of almost the entire room.  It was very large and had at least twenty or thirty men in it.  Afyon crept to the door and before he charged in, thought to him self that perhaps one day he may learn something from his superiors about being such a reckless fool.  Afyon but the thought aside and rushed in. Afyon raced at the closet guy and stabbed him in the neck.  He twisted his blade around then kicked the dead body out of the way.  Two desert people turned drew their swords and charged.  Confusion entered the room and men started drawing their weapons looking for targets.  Afyon spun and kicked one of the men in the jaw sending him flying before cutting the arm off another one and stealing his long sword. Afyon but away his small weapon and took the large sword into his hand.  He spun around and swung his sword clanging it against one of the desertpeople's before lunging and kcking hm in the chest.  Afyon turned and brought his sword to bear on another foe.  He rattled swords a couple of tiems before jumping and spinning in mid-air beheading the enemy. Afyon landed turned and swung his sword back and forth beheading two other before racing to the doorway.  Three men turned to follow.  Afyon swung his sword at one while kicking another in the gut.  The third man lunged and stabbed his sword at Afyon.  Afyon jumped and turned, beheading one of the men as he did so.  The desertman tripped and fell and Afyon beheaded another attacking foe before stabbing the fallen one in the heart. After 5 minutes, the room was clear and Afyon had reopened he wounds and had be hit badly in the head by the end of a sword.  Afyon stumbled to the staircase before faling down disorientated and sick.

Afyon awoke twenty minutes later at the bottom of the stairs.  The blood still sticky on his head and arm from the wounds he had recieved.  He tried to get up but his legs tried to collapse on him.  With all his strength, Afyon pulled himself up using the railing then using the enemy sword for support.  Afyon weakly drew his blaster and began to lift himself up the stairs.  his head pounding from his injuries. Afyon made his way up the second staircase and found himself in front of a large but reinforced door.  It was the control room.  Thinking the enemy still hald it, Afyon took his pistol and raced into the room only to be surrounded completely by stormtroopers.  Afyon looked and saw Raziel at the controls of the transports. "Hey sarge." Afyon gasped out.  "Glad to see you captured it.  I managed to kill the rest of them downstairs.  The Wraiths have done it again."  And with that, Afyon collapsed and fell unconscious again from severe loss of blood.

Afyon took a seat at one of the controls and dejectedly watched Raziel run over any desert people in his path.  Not very sporting of him Afyon thought.  Afyon bandaged up his wounds and drank as much fluids as he could hold then faced his sargeant. "Sir, we are exactly being sporting are we?" "Corporal you are not supposed to be sporting ot your enemy, you are just supposed to kill him." "None of them have blasters left.  Perhaps we can - " "NO CORPORAL.  We will not go out with swords and fight.  Sit down and enjoy the ride.  When we get back you go to the med bay for some real healing." "I dont need any of that.  I am ready to fight." "I do not ned you dead corporal.  i know you want to fight but you MUST learn your limits." "Yes sir." and Afyon grumbled and crossed his arms and  sat back in his seat.  He looked out and grapsed on as the crawler bumped over the bodies of the desert people. "I got an idea." "Dont count on it Corporal." "let me take some men and go to the exit doors on the side and back on the crawler to kill anyone who does not get hit by this." "Ok, I will allow it, but if you so much as attempt to leave this crawler i will have you court marshalled." "Yes sir." Afyon said but both knew that that would never last.  Afyon picked 6 men and marched them downstairs. "Ok men, 3 men on that side, the other 2 with me, each open one door and shoot everything in site. Afyon took the largest door in the middle and opened it up quickly as he brought his blaster to bare.  He quickly killed 2 sand people and they began to further disperse and panic.

(This should be as Grizzly, but sue me..) Grizzly sneaked out of the hut, clutching his pocket knife. He had his tunic, but nothing else. Not even a pair of boxer shorts. He was shivering in the cold of the evening, and every hair in his body was standing up. "Better get myself some clothes.." he whispered, eying a light in front of him. It was obviously a match lighting a ciggarette. He crept forward, gripping the knife. His eyes were not accustomed to the dark yet, but he could just make out the outline of a tribesman, his armour glinting. He grinned. Grizzlys hand reached out, and was about to grip the man by the neck and slice the knife into his throat, when he heard a sickening crunch. A moment later, he realised it had been a foot meeting his groin. His eyes crossed, and he fell to the ground, a soft moan coming from his mouth. --------- Grizzlys eyes opened slowly. He was in a small space, with lots of gadgets and flashing lights around. It was moving - he guessed it was a shuttle. There was a guard sitting next to him, and a tall, handsome man in front of him. Next to him was Major. The tall man stood up and smiled warmly. "Ahh, Colonel.. You are awake!" "You just keep doing this to me.." Grizzly growled. "Ahh! A sense of humour! Please, Colonel, allow me to introduce myself. I am Colonel.." He paused, and then said something sounding like a sausage being slurped up by an ill wookie, "You can call me Colonel!" "I'll call you what I want." Grizzly growled again. "Colonel, I do not advise you have that attitude!" The Colonel beamed, and nodded to the guard, who punched Grizzly in the stomach. Grizzly retaliated. His foot came up and stopped after it had gone 3 inches above the Colonels groin, leaving him suspended in mid air. His elbow came up and smacked the guard in the nose, instantly spraying blood everywhere. Major gasped and stood up, but Grizzlys foot met him, again in his groin. Grizzlys foot came down. His other foot unlodged itself from Colonels legs. His elbow also came down to his side. The guard was gasping for breath, clutching his bleeding face. The Colonel was on the ground, moaning. The Major was on his knees, doing the same. Grizzly stood up and grinned. He gave a good hard kick in the Colonels face, and bent down to seach him. He suddenly noticed that he, Grizzly, had new clothes on! He looked down, and, to his surprise, saw that he was wearing the uniform of a Colonel of the Vast Empire Army, and had been awarded a dozen or so medals - their ribbons were sitting impressivly on his tunic. To his even huger amazement, holstered at his belt, was.. a lightsaber! Grizzly gulped, and pulled it out. He looked at it. He had never held one before. A few moments of examintion revealed a small grove in it. He pressed down on it, and a bolt of light shot out. He grinned. "Sweet!" However, there was no time to lose. He had no idea how far away from the planet he was, so every second counted. He pressed the grove on the saber again, and clutched the handle. Now to get the pilots.. (You know what I love about storys? You can "find" anything you want.. I think I'll "find" a Super Star Destroyer next )
 
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(My weapons of choice are actually two black combat knives, but dont worry about any editing )     The watchman walked alowly accross the hastily constructed battlements, staring out into the darkness. He quinted heavily as he tried to make out anything in the total blackness.     To his desert trained eyes, this was pitch black. To raziel the area was pleasantly illuminated.     The watchman looked back into, what had been an industrial complex. Within he could see a lot of his new "Allies" Wandering about in the light. Moving in an out of what used to be mine-shafts and drills.     His clan had always been fairly reclusive and calm, they kept to the northern regions where it was especially hot. They made a fair profit for trading the skins of the beast that lived in greater numbers in the north. But unfortunately his clan leader had been taken in by the claims of rich's and the promise of a fairer trading system. According to the alliance of tribes THEY would own the cool and damp southern hemisphere and would take power.     His tribe didnt even like the cool.     And so it was with a grudging feeling that he carried out his duties as watchman, and his lack of concentration and night vision let Raziel and Afyon slip by withing metres of him.     The watchman didnt feel safe tonight, something just wasnt right. The desert people were uncivilised and lived in a survival of the fittest culter, so tended to be good at sensing such things. He didnt fear the Imperial army said to be headed their way, the alliance of tribes had sent their force out to deal with them.     He feared attack from other tribes, especially without thei "army"     "Crawler sighted!" shouted a desertman further down the wall.     "Heading straight at us!" came another call.     The first watchman walked calmly up to the other panicking guards.     "What are the marking, what clan?" he asked.     "I see it! its the claw tribes! They come to stab us in the back!"     "Hmmm, they opposed the alliance, maybe they come to join us," the first, level-headed, tribesman retorted.     "send out the signal," a heavy set man shouted out. Obviously the leader of the watch he took immediate command.     "They don't reply," Came the call a few seconds later.     "Open fire, Rouse the men!! Attack!!"     To Raziel and Afyon it sounded like hell breaking loose around them. The clacks of the fire desert rifles was followed a few seconds later by the mass fire of imperial troops.     "Keep going," Raziel whispered.     "We need to get to the command centre, that tower i guess." he continued.     "But they could be down below, seeing the mines and drills there could be hundred more of this lot underground. Afyon replied.     'Quite attentive after all' Raziel thought then replied:     "We'd better hope there aren't any more."
 
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Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths

Afyon and Raziel continued to quietly move through the base.  The racket from the gunfight outside made it very easy for them to walk and not be heard. "Dammit." said Afyon.  "I didnt see a single one of the blaster armed ones, i thought they were all armed with axes swords and knives." "Dont worry bout it, the blaster armed ones are fighting our men out front.  We just need to kill the others in here and get to the control room."  replied Raziel as they rounded the corner near the stairs to the tower.  Up ahead, there was a wide room with a stair case at the far endd.  It looked like some sort of ceremonial room. "Something doesnt feel right." said Afyon.  "We have encountered no one yet and the stairs are too wide open." he continued as he drew the sword he had taken from the crawler. "Just move carefully and quietly." Raziel replied as he drew his two combat knives, holding them in what looked like a very awkward yet very deadly position. The two men stepped into the room, at the front of the door, there was a rather large rectangle, red in color on the floor.  Afyon and Raziel stepped in and suddenyl found them selves flying up.  The rectangle rose and went through a door that had opened in the ceiling.  It stopped in a room that looked like a dueling hall. The two men saw they that they were surrounded by at least 50 men with swords and in front of them, there were 5 very tall desertmen in black combat armor.  Their battlegear shone with an evil glimmer.  The one in the middle, the most fearsome looking of them all spoke. "Greetings Imperials." he hissed as smoke seemed to ocme out of his mouth.  "You are going to wish you never caused us so much trouble.  Your friends out there are in a trap, as now are you.  You may not live to see the firey death that awaits your men when they walk into the mined cavern at the base of this complex.  Alright guards, kill them."ordered the leader as he stepped back and sat in a throne like chair at the end of the room.  The other 4 went with him and stood on either side. Afyon and Raziel quickyl glanced around the room, the 50 guards moved forward, then suddenly charged right at them, swords swinging.  Afyon and Raziel stepped apart and prepared themselves for the long suicidal battle. (dont feel like writing anymore at this point, hopefully will add later unless u wanna continue this posting raz)