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razorsedge
Heavy Weapons Specialist
Level One
Story One Fire Tactics

Razor woke at the same time he had everyday since he arrived at the academy.  His buzzer loudly ringing to wake him from a deep sleep.  He had been dreaming of his mother and father.  He could hardly remember anything outside of training.  His life on Ovorat was a glimmer of a memory. 

Razor was moving a little slow this morning and it took him too long to get ready for training.  He was unable to work on his disk thrower before leaving for training class. 

Razor jumped on the only running cargo shuttle at this time in the morning and rode across Tadath back to the training center.  Just like yesterday he bought his Java Juice and wandered through the halls except today he met his training class outside where the field was set to look like a military base. 

There were small bunkers and large bunkers leading up to a 20 foot area of no mans land which ran right up to a wall.  There was one gate through the wall and if razor had learned anything from his training it as that he was going straight through the hardest part on the wall which would be the heavily reinforced gate.

“Alright troops form up.” shouter Shouted Drill Sergeant Kaygor “I want to be in that base in no less than fifteen minutes so listen up.  On the ground next to me are eight E-11 standard issue blaster rifles and two heavy action, two handed, heavy repeating blasters.” 

“The Razor and Ryler get the heavy repeating blasters.  Everyone else grab an E-11 and get your brain buckets on.  Stun rounds can kill from close range.  Inside the base is basically a target range so prepare to shoot at all moving targets.”

Razor hefted the heavy blaster and looked over at Ryler who was also priming his weapon.  Ryler tried to look confident but he, Razor knew that Ryler like himself was feeling the weight of this mission pressing down on them.

Kaygor’s voice broke into his thoughts as he heard him yell “Move out troops!”

Razor rolled to a stop at the first line of bunkers and the bullets whizzed by.  Firing up his blaster he laid down as much fire as he could around the side of the bunker.

The lightly armed troopers including tripwire and Gung-ho charged up to the gate and quickly put down the two automated guards operating the gate turrets.

Ryler shouted “Lets move!”

Razor ran from behind his cover to the gate.  Once the whole squad was inside Razor and Ryler ordered the other troopers into a diamond form and they double timed it down the main road. 

As more and more automated troops appeared their group dwindled from ten strong to five.  The other trainees taken down by well placed stun bolts.

Tripwire, Ryler, Razor, Twinblade and Divinejustice marched down the street when suddenly fifteen automated bots burst from cover.  Razor rolled left, Ryler rolled right, and the other three went high and low.  Tripwire went down and Divinejustice within the first few seconds of combat.  Ryler took a bullet to the side of the helmet and was announced to be out by his shouts for a medic.

Twinblade and Razor managed to clear the street of robo-enemies and they quickly moved into one of the civilian buildings to set up shop. Razor deployed the tripod from the bottom of the heavy blaster and Twinblade barricaded the door. 

The small upstairs windows made excellent shooting ports and the two troopers rained fire down upon the trainingbots indiscriminately until all was still. 

Drill Sergeant Kaygor marched up the street and the two troopers unbarricaded the door and marched out to meet him.

“Well done.  You’ve passed this level of your training by showing me that you have the ability to lend heavy weapon support to the other troopers in your squad.  You pass.”

Razor felt his joy bubble up inside him and had a warm tingle all through his body for the rest of the day.  He had passed the first part of his first field training assignment.

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Try not to use your Name to begin so many paragraphs sequentially. (Razor woke....Razor was moving....Razor jumped...) It gets repetitive. Instead use other names to describe your character (Razorsedge, the private, the young trooper, etc). Other than that, excellent job. You used great description and produced a cohesive and easily understood story. And I love how you got some character background in there too. PASS

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Private First Class Razorsedge
Heavy Weapons Specialist
Level 2: Story 1: Precision Range Shooting

Razor jogged down one of the long empty trails and toward his next obstacle.  He leapt over the bunch of logs and rolled forward to feel his legs meet a low swipe from Lialos and smash into the ground

The now winded trooper rolled sideways to avoid a stomp from Lialos' foot.  He sprang up releasing a flurry of jabs to Lialos' floating rib.  Lialos doubled over and Razor brought his knee up again striking Lialos in the ribs.

Lialos lay on the ground and Razor left him and sprinted onward.  The Heavy  Weapons Specialist class was doing physical training because, as Kaygor kept reminding them, Heavy Weapons are just that, heavy.

The tired trooper quickly scrambled over the rope cargo net, feeling his hands rip open on the rough ropes.  He grabbed the wooden beam at the top of the cargo netting its rough wood cool to the touch, and pulled himself over the beam.  He saw Kaygor waiting at the line ahead of him and sprinted hard across it.

All of the class except for Lialos were waiting for him.  The class stood around and waited for Lialos who jogged up clutching at his side. 

Lialos said to Kaygor, "Sorry sir, Razor got me good."

Kaygor didn't even look at Lialos as he said, "Alright, lets get back to the firing range.  Today we are doing long range firing practice."

Razor and the rest of the class jogged behind Kaygor back to the firing ranges which they had worked on yesterday.

Kaygor opened a storage container and, contained inside was a pile of A-280 laser rifles, he handed one to each trooper as he filed past.

The troopers walked forward to the large red line that marked the firing ranges firing line.  They all laid down into the prone firing position and loaded his bolt action, single shot, modified hard round A-280.

He carefully inspected the inch-long metal bullet.  Its cool metal hard and smooth in the palm of his hand.  He slowly slid it into the firing barrel and pushed the bolt forward, feeling the bolt's lock slide home.

He breathed slowly and waited.  Kaygor called up the holotroopers they would be shooting at.

Razor slowly dropped his crosshairs over the head of a trooper fifty meters down the firing range.  He breathed slowly, not allowing his body to move much. He waited until the rebel trooper had walked a few steps, aimed up and put his finger over the trigger.

He heard the other troopers firing as he carefully started squeezing down on the trigger.  Finally the gun bucked and fired.  He didn't move until, through the scope, he saw the trooper's head explode.

Kaygor called out, "Alright, two targets per trooper." He pressed a button on the command display and the number of troopers marching toward the firing line tripled.

The prone troopers quickly selected their targets and Razor picked two targets which he pinged with his laser pointer.  He loaded his first bolt into the chamber after carefully selecting two perfect bullets, he discarded three bullets before he had found two perfect bullets.

He practiced swept his gun from one target to the other sighting their center of mass each time.  He practiced the motion with reloading then practiced it one last time.

He breathed deeply slowly letting his vision narrow down onto the two faraway targets, he dropped the crosshairs over the first targets head.  He fired as he exhaled feeling the strong buck of the hard-round rifle in his hands.

He unlatched the bolt and released the spent cartridge and loaded the second as he had practiced and pointed the barrel directly at the other troopers head and fired, blasting him to bits.

The whole process had only taken him two and a half seconds and both of the troopers were down.

"Alright men, We are done for today." Announced Kaygor.

The troopers moved off the firing range and back toward their respective homes.

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Again good work Razor. Here is one thing I caught: "He loaded his first bolt into the chamber after carefully selecting two perfect bullets, he discarded three bullets before he had found two perfect bullets." Be careful with this, you have two things happening in this sentence and it really should be in two sentences maybe even swapped around. So just watch things like that when you proofread your posts. PASS

Razor jumped into the refresher then put on his comfortable civilian clothes..  He slid his custom eyepiece onto his ear and suddenly the HUD booted up.  As he got ready he thought about Blackjack Squad. 
It was time to go to training so Razor grabbed his equipment bag which contained his DC-17 pistols and his datapad. 

He rode a civilian transport ship across Tadath to get to the training barracks.  He had time before he would finally start his training as a specialized soldier so he stopped by the construction site near the training center and watched as a huge crane lifted tonnes of durasteel up into the sky.

After a time he walked through the huge doors into the training building and through its slate grey halls to the Large Group Instruction room.  Razor sat down and waited while the rest of the class filed in to the room. chairs and slid the desk in front of him.  Three he didn’t know but the other three, Rais, Gun-ho, and Lialos, had all been on his first training mission with him and in all his training classes since.

Then the door in the front of the room burst open and in walked Sergeant Kaygor.  In the front of the room was a table and on the table was an array of weapons from E-11 to vibroblades to light repeating blasters.  Kaygor said “Alright trainees grab a weapon that you have never used in combat before.  Every single one of these weapons has malfunctioned or is in need of repair.  A standard heavy weapons pack has been prepared for you. A weapons diagnostic interface datapad.  In battle you may have been lucky enough to be carrying a tool kit with you but most likely is that you will only have your weapons interface datapad because it is small and easily portable.  You will fix these weapons now.” 

Razor grabbed a light repeating blaster, and a combat pad and trotted quickly back to his seat.  He pulled out his weapons interface and diagnostics datapad and linked it to the battery.  The battery level was at 82%.  Sufficient to last a trooper for many battles to come.

Next he linked the interface to the charge barrel and firing mechanisms.  He found they were not receiving any power.  He  out his tool kit and unscrewed part of the side panel on the blaster. 

A jumble of wires fell out and Razor was suddenly lost in a field of blues, reds, greens, and yellows.  He had no idea what he was doing.  Suddenly next to him Ryler jumped up as his vibroblade began working again and was excited to be the first one finished with his repair. 

Razor snickered as he turned back to the blaster knowing that he could have repaired a vibroblade much more damaged than that one in much less time. 

The weapons interface datapad had a search bar and Razor quickly typed in “light repeating blaster readout.”  the search took all of 10 seconds and when it was done Razor had a map of all the wires inside the blaster.  He easily found the red-orange cord that went from the battery to the firing mechanism and, when he pulled at the wire, saw that there was indeed a break in the wire. 

Quickly removing the wire that was connected to the gun diagnostics pad to the battery that powered it he wrapped the wire around the break the closed the panel on the side of the gun that allowed him to reach the wires.He rewired the Diagnostics pad and suddenly  the readouts jumped as the weapon returned to full battle-readiness. 

Razor had completed the brutal task that Kaygor had set him.  He walked back up and placed the blaster in front of Kaygor who lifted it to his shoulder sighted a target on the wall and blasted it to bits with the blaster.  “Well done trooper.” He said. 


Razor took his seat and watched as the others completed their repairs. One of the recruits brought the weapon up to Kaygor and when Kaygor pulled the trigger nothing happened. 

“Well theres always one.” stated Kaygor sadly.  “You’ll have to come back and try again later.” 

Thats when the E-11 the recruit had been repairing exploded and filled the whole room with smoke.  Kaygor was stunned. The trainee was fine as was Kaygor but this was a day they both would not soon forget.

“Get out of here.  We’re done for today.” Kaygor said as the lights dimmed and a holo screen appeared in the front of the room.
 
Razor was happy with how he had performed today and could not help but feel excited for the next day as he rode home on the shuttle.

They chased the man down the small alleyway, the man they had been chasing all night, the man who had shot down three of the Heavy Weapons tactical attack force.  This man was Grembry Ovacrys. 

He was wanted for stealing military secrets from the Vast Empire Army on Tadath. 

Razor had lead a heacy assault squad to find and kill or capture Ovacrys.  The mission had started out well with them easily finding their target in the warehouse he had hidden his escape craft in. 

They had gotten into a massive blaster battle with the man's security force, during which they had lost three troopers to well placed blaster bolts.  They had chased him across the entire business district on Tadath.

The man was finally retreating into his last strong hold, a small panic room down a well concealed alley way.  Razor had had to blast through two trash compactors to get through the alleyway to the door of the safe house.

The safehouses door was built of durasteel and two minutes of blasting and one grenade duct taped to the door had barely even left a scratch on the door.

Razor looked at the lockpad as his troopers blasted away at the sealed door.  Ovacrys had shot it into oblivion, its piece hung loosely from the wall.

Razor thought hard and remembered what Kaygor had taught them about slicing into a lock terminal.  He had shown them the exact programs to run and pulled the wires out of the wall of the lock pad. 

He ripped the red wire completely off of the terminal and plugged a patch cord from his datapad directly into the lock terminal.  He downloaded the pad's recent security actions.

The computer on the inside of the door told him everything he already knew.  The door had been recently opened and the password could not currently be  entered because of a recent loss of contact with the outside terminal.

Razor opened his logarithmic program and downloaded the code number.  There were twenty digits in the code. 

Numbers flashed by on the screen.  They blurred and no longer were visible as individual numbers.  The first number flashed up after a minute or so.

Razor pulled the wires out of the door.  He wrapped the blue wire around the purple wire.  This would create a direct port into the inside computer.  He took out his wire strippers and stripped the plastic coating off of the outside of the red wire.

He then wrapped the red wire around the antennae of his data pad.  Then he stripped a green wire wrapping that too around the antennae.  His data pad could now work as a makeshift key pad for the large door.

"Alright troopers," said Razor, "The door will be opening in about fifteen minutes.  When that door opens two troopers high, two troopers low and one trooper dead center going through the door.  Two cut left inside, two cut right, one straight up the middle, understand?"

The troopers all nodded and sat to prepare their weapons.  Razor checked and primed his DC-15 blaster rifle.

He checked the data pad and found that it had located nineteen of the twenty numbers through the terminal it was plugged into.

He pulled out the data pad and plugged the patch cord into a second terminal on the outside of the wall terminal.  He entered the final number in the code sequence, called for the other troopers to get ready, and opened the door.

The door slid open with the speed of a flying spaceship.  Standing in the doorway was Grembry holding two concussion grenades and gripping tightly his DL-44 blaster. 

The troopers entered as planned and before the man had time to react they filled him with smoking blaster holes.

"Mission accomplished," said Razor.

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Heavy Weapons Specialist
Private First Class
Level 4: Story 2: Troopers will learn how to properly use two weapons at once on the battlefield. As in the previous course, there is a variety of ways to hold a two-weapon combination depending on the desired effect. By the end of the course, troopers will be expected to demonstrate their proficiency in handling both single and double weapon combinations.

Razor rolled sideways through the door blasting away the first target he saw then hitting the second.  None of these dummies could even get off a blaster bolt.  He rained fire down on each one of them. 

The clock on the wall told him that he had exceeded the time limit on this course by two seconds.  His completion of the course was good but for some reason he was unable to hit all the targets within the allotted time limit. 

Razor had run the course five times and still he couldn't seem to beat the record time.  The record time had been set by another heavy weapons specialist trooper in training. 

His drill instructor had watched him perform well during all his attempts to beat the record time.  The only problem Razor was having was that if he even missed one targeting dummy it added a second onto his time for him to retarget the dummy.

Kaygor stood at ease on the side of the firing range's special testing building.

"I know why you are failing." said Kaygor quietly as Razor walked over to him and stood there.  His mentor stared at the house, not enabling Razor by making eye contact.

"Sir?" said Razor honestly wondering what his problem was.  He had his two custom DC-15S blaster pistols strapped to his back.  Every time  he ran the course he would switch weapons and reload.  He could never seem to run the course faster tan the record time.

"Do you know why I brought you here?" asked the resplendent Drill Instructor.

"To beat the course record, sir?  Your opposite in the Heavy weapons specialist training squad leaders had one of their pupils set the high record last week." asked Razor with a hint of black humor.

"No trooper. I brought you here to teach you about wielding a weapon in both hands.  That is to say, firing two pistols at the same time."

"I see sir."

"That is why i have had you train with your vibroblade in your left hand for the pat couple of weeks, to increase your left-handed dexterity.  You will shoot all targets now using both guns to kill all of the targets in that room.  Is that understood?"

"Understood sir.  I will do my best to annihilate that record."

"The secret to the ability of firing your two guns at once is to think in two directions at once.  You missed some of your targets while only firing with one gun so you had to retarget and fire again.  With two guns you have the ability to throw out twice as many shots at one target.  Also you can target two guns at one time."

The intrepid trooper lined up next to the door again and this time held a DC-15S in each hand.

He kicked in the thin wooden door and rolled forward firing left and right at the dummies that sprang from holes in the ground.  The dummies were made of wood and plastic.  There roughly humanoid forms were oddly lifelike.  As they burst from trapdoors in the ground they appeared to be filled with life.

Razor blasted left and right.  The world seemed to be in slow motion as Razor targeted the dummies individually.  He aimed both guns at some of the targets and, while one bolt would miss the other would land and destroy the target.

Razor jumped into the air and fired at the last of the dummies.  The air filled with the scent of burning cloth filled the air as Razor landed on the ground staring down at the ground. 

The clock read 15.00.  Razor had beaten the previous record by .36 seconds.

"Well done," said Kaygor, "I fully expect to see you using your considerable wielding skills in your mission reports after your performance today."

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good you had one lost " but your grammar is improving. keep up the good work. PASS

Razor tightly gripped then thin plastic handhold in the back of the small and extremely packed drop ship. He and his Heavy Weapons Specialist classmates were being inserted into a terrifically combat hot zone.

They were being inserted to liberate and ease the tension on some pinned down troopers. The drop ship swooped down lower and closer to the water they were speeding over in their dull gray ship.

The pilot turned around and said, “Drop in T-minus one minute.” Razor looked over at Garryll, his squad leader stood resplendent in his red armor, he was only along for the insertion.

Garryll calmly said, “Good Luck Trooper.”

“Thank you sir.”

The pilot broke in saying, “Drop in ten seconds, drop zone in sight.” 

The slightly anxious trooper looked out the window as the scenery flashing by beneath the ship as the ocean gave way to the bright yellow sand of the beach they were being landed on. 

Razor felt the reverberations in the deck as the four heavy Z-6 cannons on the side of the ship fired at the enemy. “I’ll keep their heads down, you boys get going.”

Said the pilot as he mashed the firing stubs down repeatedly. Razor jumped off the drop ship along with the two other troopers from his class.

He walked over to the end of the drop ramp and opened the hydraulic press clamp controls. He jammed the release button home and the Light Assault Vehicle fell from the back of the drop ship and bounced on the ground, its strong shocks absorbing the pressure of the fall.

Razor jogged around the back side of the vehicle then climbed into the passengers front seat as Lialos jumped into the front seat and Gung-ho jumped into the back or the “Blood Bucket" aptly nicknamed because it was the spot that most troopers who were shot were transported in.

Lialos gunned it straight past the Stormtrooper’s defensive line and they shot out across the no man’s land in between the two small bands of warriors. The rebel scum would occasionally pop their heads out from behind cover.

His T-21 light repeating blaster was making quick work out of the foolish and untrained rebels who attempted to oppose them.

Razor looked at Lialos and said, “What are you doing?  Lialos! We need to St--.”

Razor’s words caught in his throat as they hit the ramp shaped metal barricade that the rebels hid behind and were propelled into the air.
Lialos loosed a war cry as they rocketed over the enemy lines.

The assault vehicle began to turn in the air and when it landed it rolled violently coming to a stop on its side. Lialos rolled into a crouch directly behind the vehicle as Razor got up from the spot where the roll had thrown him.

Bolts whizzed around him as he ran toward the assault vehicle and took cover. Lialos had pulled Gung-ho out of the back of the assault vehicle and propped him up on a rock. A spiked piece of metal that had peeled off of the assault vehicle in the roll and impaled him through the back and out the front of his stomach.

Razor was about to ask him how he felt when a rebel came around the side of the vehicle.

Razor blasted him away and turned to Lialos, “We gotta get him outta here soon.”

“All we can do is kill all the rebels or hope for a rescue.”

Razor did not respond but instead turned and fired on the rebel that had been trying to sneak up on him.  His T-21 blaster kicked against him and blew the rebel away.

The stressed trooper climbed up onto the top of the the light assault vehicle and pulled out his DLT-20a and blasted away at the mass of troopers that surrounded the front side of the overturned vehicle. Razor jumped down and quickly released the spent power cells slamming two new ones home. 

Lialos jumped off of the top of the assault vehicle and sliced a rebel in half and whipped his blade sideways cutting off another rebel’s arm. Razor quickly leapt back atop the vehicle and fired his blasters down into the crowd that was milling around Lialos. A stockade of troopers began to build around Lialos as things began to heat up.

The troopers on the other side of the beach had finally mustered and gotten their courage up.  Razor could clearly see them charge across the beach and crush the rear of the troopers who were attacking Razor and Lialos. 

Razor jumped back off the assault vehicle and was quickly followed by the previously pinned Lialos.  They grabbed Gung-ho under both arms and pulled him up.  Razor pulled his flechette pistol from the hip holster as they began to edge around the side of the flipped vehicle.

Razor fired twice with the pistol and cleared a small area in front of the three troopers. They were quickly supported by the troopers who had charged across the beach.

“We’re gonna get you home buddy.” said Razor loudly to Gung-ho.

Razor could feel the heavy thrum in his boots as he climbed into the transport ship that would carry him away from this now red sand beach.

The tired trooper tightly gripped then thin plastic handhold in the back of the small and extremely packed drop ship.

He and his Heavy Weapons Specialist classmates had been inserted into a terrifically combat hot zone.

They had been inserted to liberate and ease the tension on some pinned down troopers. They had managed to take care of their mission but only at the cost of one of their dear friends and classmates.

As Razor looked back at the blood-stained beach he saw the terrible might of the Empire and wondered what cost it came at.

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He and his Heavy Weapons Specialist classmates were being inserted into a terrifically combat hot zone.

They were being inserted to liberate and ease the tension on some pinned down troopers. The drop ship swooped down lower and closer to the water they were speeding over in their dull gray ship.

-- You used the word inserted twice back to back here, watch that it gets repetitive, just throw the word into a thesaurus and choose a synonym to keep the flow.

'combat hot zone' = hot combat zone


“I’ll keep their heads down, you boys get going.”

Said the pilot as he mashed the firing stubs down repeatedly. <-- formating should not be separated by a space.


Overall good, I like the story you came up with and your action is well paced. Maybe a orientating paragraph before you are in the thick of it to describe where you and your classmates are, and you should do that from Razor's point of view so it isn't just a dry setting description

Also spend a bit more time on the weapons in question. Rather than just using them for the next stories actually tell me something about them, at the very least how they look and/or work.

This one Passes, just work on that stuff for the next story

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Heavy Weapons Specialist: Level 7
Lance Corporal Razorsedge
Weapons: M32 "Thumper", M224-A3 "Surf 'n Turf"

Razor hefted his M327 “Thumper” as he sprinted through the hallways of the large space station.  He hadn’t had time to put on his armor when the alarms bells had started ringing. 

He had gotten to the nearest armory as fast as he had been able to. he had been on the fast track when he had joined the Empire’s grand army. He was already a Lance Corporal; but one slip up on a mission led to him being stuck in the most boring job known to the army, space station duty. 

It wasn’t that things couldn’t be exciting on space station duty it was that Razor had been stuck on duty on the Titan.  The Titan was a medical service station for all injured personnel and located on the outer rim. 

This space station had been attacked before but the security had gotten better since then so no one was expecting the attack when it came.  That put Razor at his present location where he had just dropped behind a barricade to watch twenty or so of the enemy walk by from a recently landed breach pod. 

They walked past calmly checking the hallways as they passed but not checking thoroughly enough to find Razor crouched behind an overturned table.  The last trooper passed the front of the hallway and razor vaulted over the table and, rolling sideways over his shoulder landed in a crouching position in the hallway directly behind the squad of troopers. 

He fired twice and the twin thumps elicited a response from the advancing enemies.  They turned and when they saw the two grenades all they had time for was a startled “Oh.” Before the grenades landed among them and ripped their unit to shreds with fragments of burning metal. 

Well they kicked this station in the ass, now they get to meet it’s teeth, Razor thought as he continued down the hall to the armor rooms.

He stood on the black square in the center of the room and yelled, “Lance Corporal razorsedge activation code C-124-HA5.”  The ground opened around Razor and mechanical arms put the pieces of his outside armor on for him. 

When the suit was completely on and all the arms had retracted Razor turned on his squad mike.  Through his ears came a burst of static then a shout from one of the orderlies that one of the breach pods had landed a deck above Razor and that any and all personnel need to get to that floor because it was not yet fully evacuated.  Razor ran across the hall and looked into the weapons stashed in the repair closet when he saw it.  It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen, the M224-A3 or the “Surf ‘n Turf.”  Hello Beautiful, Razor thought to himself. 

He grabbed the big gun which weighed a ton and walked back into the center of the hall.  He began shooting at the ceiling.  A circular section of floor fell out from the ceiling and Razor aimed his wrist mounted grappling hook up into the next floor.  He fired and the hydraulic winch struggled against the tremendous weight to pull Razor onto the next floor. 

The now sweating trooper dove into the nearest treatment bay as he found himself caught in the cross fire between the boarders and the stations defenders. He reached his gun out into the hall and, as shots pinged around his hands he let half of the clip rip from the tremendously powerful gun.


Razor jumped out into the hallway while pulling two concussive stun grenades from his belt.  He felt the release clip in his hand as the grenades fell from the belt.  He threw the grenades at the last three standing guards. Their faces showed a look of astonishment at being overwhelmed three to one where they had, just a moment ago been overwhelmingly outnumbering any opposition.

Razor and the other defenders of the station used durawire to tie the to a pipe that was protruding from the wall.  Razor dropped his heavy weaponry and walked to the armory that was directly across the hall and found a collection of his signature weapons.  There were throwing razors and broadswords and fast strike batons.  Razor strapped one of the broadswords on his back and two throwing razors on each wrist.

The entire squad walked down the passage.  There were numerous reports flooding in from the orderlies of small arms blaster fights on ever floor, however it was clear to Razor and his now assembled defense squad that they had to get to the emergency escape pod bays and defend the patients and orderlies who were being ejected from the space station.

They rounded a corner and realized they reached the escape pod bays just in time.  The orderlies had a firing line that was on the verge of breaking.  Razor ran to the wall of the cavernous launch bay and moved into a flanking position.  He put on his Vibro knuckleduster and pulled out his broadsword.  The defense squad fired and Razor threw his throwing razors into the invaders ranks.  For a moment the invaders had no idea what happened and that moment coupled with the second of confusion as they crumpled from two sides gave Razor the time he needed to behead one of the remaining two opponents.  He turned and punched his Vibro knuckleduster through the faceplate of the last invader.

The orderlies quickly finished loading the patients into the escape pods and once Razor and his squad had recieved confirmation of the final ship jumping into llightspeed did they move away from the launch bay.  They began a thorough sweep of the entire station. 

There were only a few noteworthy encounters one of which involved Razor firing one of his beloved M404 “Drainpipe” rockets into a recently landed invasion pod and blowing it and all of the rebel troopers inside to tiny pieces.  Razor did not enjoy the next three days which were spent in vacuum sealed action suits, the stench of your own sweat, and sleepless nights on watch.  After the station was declared completely clear of enemies Razor and his squad were allowed to return to their respective home-worlds, but since razor had no real place to call home it was back to the training fields on Tadath while repair crews came to the station.

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Nice Razor, I see improvement in this post, I like it. PASS