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Havock
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  Give and Take [WildCard Platoon]
September 5, 2010 12:56:35 AM    View the profile of Havock 
OOC:
UNLOCKED let SL's post first please.



"I don't need a fraking babysitter you know." Havock, the new Wildcard Platoon Commander, glared at Rogueboy in the small conference room at Fort Sexton. "If you didn't think I could do this job then you shouldn't have bothered giving it to me."

"Its not that Hav, a lot has happened lately. I just want to make sure you know what you're doing." Rogueboy shrugged. "I've got to go escort this shipment thats coming in for the Development boys." 

She rolled her eyes and continued to collect datapads from around the table. Havock had been in and out of squads with Rogueboy since she joined the army, and given her track record with ending missions being emergency medvac'ed to the Med Center on Tadath she supposed she could understand his worry. Didn't mean she had to like it though.

===One Week Later===
====Carrack Class Light Cruiser Excession====

"We need to move our asses, these guys have decent ships and know the trade lanes better than we do." The voice of General Rizzit came through on her small datapad.

"So you were paying attention when I said that in the briefing?" Havock shook her head in more annoyance than disbelief as she carried her gear to the temporary barracks they had all been granted during their trip. "Look we are within an hour of the Correllian spine, I'll go check with the good Lieutenant again to confirm our time line." She looked away and muttered under her breath, "Damn Rizzit I have done this before."

"You've done it with one squad before, not four."

She dropped the sack she was carrying and turned slowly to look in the screen at the man. "I kinda want to hit you right now."

"That I would not recommend...First Lieutenant. Don't forget to keep an eye out for my XO, he still hasn't returned and he was the one escorting the MOL's. Rizzit out." He winked which only made her blood boil hotter, but rather than earn a demotion by cursing out a superior she snatched the bag and returned it to her shoulder then moved in the door to her bunk.

The RAIDERS returned from their most rescent series of unfortunate events which high command called missions, and she hadn't made it off the tarmac before General Rizzit approached her with Tanus Solvona in tow. She had to wonder if she was being holorecorded as they played a joke on her. But it ended up being true, she was the new Platoon Commander and Tanus would be taking over as RAIDERS SL.

Of course, within only a few days they had her off on a platoon wide mission. Development department had been working on some Multi-Ordinance Launchers, some pretty nice heavy weapons that any squad would kill to get their hands on. The MOL's had been in transit to Tadath from where ever it is they outsourced to build them when a group of merc's intercepted the transport and took the four prototype launchers. Rogueboy had been on that transport with the launchers, yet he did not return to Tadath with the frazzled engineers.

The squad leaders had been given simple instructions. Collect your squads and get them in their new gear then head to the hanger bay for transport to a planet called Sump. Little did they know a comfy transport was not in their future.

Sump was not a place you would find on any travel brochure. The planet started out more years that she could conceive of as a mining planet. Then as the waste from the various factories and refining plants built up it was abandoned by the companies to be used as their refuse heap. So the entire of Wildcard platoon was headed out to Sump...the dump.

Havock arrived in the hanger to find the majority of the squads assembled and ready to go. There had been multiple changes with people coming and going from all over the army. Havock could only hope that everyone managed to get to know each other's name at the very least before they shipped out.

Every squad was wearing some new gear that had been developed for the platoon's SCOPE capabilities. Of course it only came in white and so Blackjack was easy to pick out since they had decided to paint some ridiculous red strip on their arms to distinguish themselves. She had half a mind to do something about it, but had been way too busy to care. "They always just have to be different", she muttered walking up next to Tanus.

"You're complaining to the guy that likes to swing a hammer around."

Havock rolled her eyes.

"Anyways, everyone is here. Geared up and ready to go."

The platoon commander nodded and took her place near the center of the squads to address them. "Alright guys, allow me to be the first to welcome you to Sump. We will be coming out of hyperspace soon and should hit the atmosphere in less than an hour. Your job now is to grab one more item for your personal gear." She smirked and walked over to a very large durasteel container and punched in her access code to open it. "Each of you will be getting one of these." She pulled out a jet pack and tossed it to Gates the BlackJack SL. "Fall out when you are dismissed and put one of those babies on. We will be jumping from low atmosphere down to a drop site. Our drop site is an approximation within fifty klicks or so of the location of our launchers. So I hope you packed your walking shoes."



OOC:


So for right now, we are all together in the hanger bay of the  Carrack Class Light Cruiser Excession. Havock is with you all but not attached to any one squad cause she is the PC.

Now as for this new gear I mentioned:

SCOPE Standard Gear

A. Stormtrooper SCOPE Armor

(1) Officer's Sword

(2) Melee Knife
Quote:1. E-45 Blaster Rifle

Manufacturer    
Imperial Vigil Enterprises

Model    
E-45

Type    
Blaster rifle

Size    
Medium

Length    
49.2cm

Weight    
4.5 kg

Capacity    
500 shots

Range    
300 meters
Quote:2. I77 Plasma Sniper Rifle

Manufacturer    
Imperial Vigil Enterprises

Model    
I77

Type    
Plasma Rifle

Size    
Large

Length    
77.6 cm

Weight    
10.5 kg

Capacity    
40 shots

Range    
3 kilometers
Quote:3. P88 "Soulseeker" Heavy Rocket Launcher

Manufacturer    
Imperial Vigil Enterprises

Model    
P88 "Soulseeker"

Type    
Explosive Projectile

Size    
Large

Length    
50.28 cm

Weight    
20.5 kg

Capacity    
8 shots

Range    
1.5 kilometers
Quote:4. Z7 Utility Blaster Gun

Manufacturer    
Imperial Vigil Enterprises

Model    
Z7

Type    
Blaster or Projectile

Size    
Medium

Length    
20.28 cm

Weight    
8.5 kg

Capacity    
200 Blaster shots
75 Projector slugs

Range    
200 meters (blaster)
180 meters (projectile)
Quote:5. DL-77 Blaster Pistol

Manufacturer    
Imperial Vigil Enterprises

Model    
DL-77

Type    
Blaster

Size    
Small

Length    
11.28 cm

Weight    
.5 kg

Capacity    
100 Blaster shots

Range    
150 meters

Objectives: You all need to get get your jet packs and get ready for a jump to the surface.


Here is how this is going to work (and try to understand I'm doing this so that we can finish this story before the IOC) SL's will post now first, they will handle your squad getting their jet packs and get ready to jump. Once all squad leaders have posted, then you all will be landing on the surface and be given a new objective.

I will explain this more then (hopefully that will be sometime tomorrow, Tuesday at the latest) But as a platoon you will have no more than 20 posts to meet your next objective. And the squad that posts the most quality posts that move the story along and show that you guys are working together will be rewarded. Do not be a squad that can only get one post up, lets see everyone evenly represented.

Good Luck guys.

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  RE: Give and Take [WildCard Platoon]
September 5, 2010 4:34:34 PM    View the profile of Aeos 
*1 Day earlier*
She felt bruised, tired and damn sick of fighting. And now they were transferring her. To Wraith.
She snarled at the Imperial Logo that flashed proudly and annoyingly across the back of the door of her cramped quarters. She was an Imperial, but she couldn’t always agree when they started removing her humanity to complete a job.

She had mere hours ago, just came out from bacta treatment, and took a cold shower shortly afterward. Currently, she was seated on her bed, the blankets curled and tossed around her, her long blonde hair mussed messily around her with another towel resting around her shoulders while she was studying the roster of her new squad. She didn’t like this. Going on a mission with squad she hasn’t even met yet.

Save Nightowl, she considered the squad members too young.  It was not their lack of experiences that worried her so much as their inclination for quick excitement and being overwhelmed by the rush of the battle.

The previous squad-leader Anival was staying on, giving her a nervous settling on her stomach. The man she would be taking over from would be here to witness her in his squad. He seemed like a stable character however as she read through the files linked to his profile. His family had a history with the Empire which was more than enough she could say about her.

Her squad-leader was Lance Corporal Jamasis. She frowned. The soldier was too young she immediately judged. The boy needed more time before she could be convinced. Unless he was the excellent leader his position suggested. They seemed to be kindred spirits however, both coming from harsh and challenged backgrounds, both fighting the world around them tooth and nail. Perhaps he wouldn’t need to convince her.

Nightowl’s file had very little to say about this stoic mid-thirties individual. He kept himself apart from social goings and preferred  his own doings.

The medic Quillia she was familiar with. She had trained the trooper herself back in the Academy. Aeos allowed herself a small tug of a smirk. At least someone she knew. Another fiery redhead. She shook her head. She just can’t get away from these people.

She was familiar with Jennabelle as well, having worked with the Twilek briefly in the Dark Dragoons. She was soft-spoken woman who held her comrades dear to her. Moks Pokemon was a recruit she had briefly met and encountered in the Academy. His file had not enough information yet however for her to make a complete conclusion of what she could expect.  They needed at least one more in her books if they were about to head out. She smiled. She knew just the guy as well.

***A few hours later***

Jamasis was pacing up and down the small passage the temporary barracks of Wraith’s meeting room provided him with. Across the oval standard Imperial grey durasteel table his comrades regarded his nervous form. Anival’s step-down back to trooper came as a shock and a surprise. His immediate presence also eliminated any chance for speculation in-between the Wraith members. The respect they held him ran much deeper than gossip. Whether the new Squad-Leader could live up to his reputation would however be discussed as they wished.

Jamasis’ blue eyes flicked to the door again in apprehension as he frowned sternly.  Whilst his squad might not realize it, he held the most difficult position regarding social standing currently. Just like the squad, he had not patience to deal with new leadership so brief before a mission, and even less to obeying that leader who still needed to earn his respect. However, he was not a trooper in the squad anymore. He was the Assistant Squad-leader and his job was to ensure respect, loyalty and command was heeded at all times, and it was especially during this transition that his new squad-leader and the squad would need him both. He also knew the new Squad-Leader would bring in another trooper from her background.

The door beeped in a flat electronic indicator. He whipped his frame around to study the new Wraith members. His eyes widened at the giant who stumbled in laughing with a loose face. The medical emblem around his arm betrayed a supposedly gentle nature in him. He was a healer.  His blue hair stood out from the average mops of brown, blonde and other discolored hair. His eyes were a deep see grass green. He greeted Jamasis with a firm handshake and friendly pat on the back which sent the Lance Corporal almost stumbling.

“Gunnery Sergeant Smilez”  he introduced with a booming voice to the squad. Wraith nodded back.  He gestured to the back and pulled a woman with blond braids in closer to the front. The vast differences in their heights were a comic sight to behold.
“And this will your new Squad-Leader, Captain Aeos.”


***Currently***


The Hangar Bay was loud, crowding, bustling and jostling with noise annoying Aeos even more.

“No smoking allowed here. Ma’am.”

Aeos scoffed the droid and pushed his face away from her.
“Talk to the wall metal-face, I’m having my smoke.” She muttered as she lit it up.

The Wraith troopers were all crowding around waiting for their gears. Havock had made the briefing mere seconds ago. The Squad had already chosen their equipment; they were just all waiting for the jetpacks now. Aeos had opted for simple gear. The E-45 rifle, the melee knife and the pistol. Why they were replacing a DC-17 with this piece of crap, she had no clue and she resented the replacement. Hopefully in the duration of their mission the pistol might prove to be better however.

A jetpack was pushed into her hands. She quickly geared it up, leaving her submachine resting against her armored leg. She took a quick glance around her. Wraith was ready to jump. She caught sight of Smilez easily lifting and waving around with the heavy 20.5 kg grenade launcher held firmly in his one arm as he was conversing with the ASL. The trooper she managed to recognize as Nightowl had taken the sniper. Good, they would need that.

She glanced around seeking out another familiar blond mop of hair. She caught Havock’s glance and threw a thumbs-up. Wraith was ready.



OOC:
Okay guys, we have more or less 20 posts to get out objectives done. Whenever you post, try and move the post along, focus on some character development as I’ve done with my post above. Interact with each other. Things are new in the squad, new people and new leadership, it will not be a smooth start I imagine. Go read the other people’s biographies on the Wraith and use that information. I will add Smilez’ bio after this post. If you have question, please ask. And remember, have fun with your post
Please let me know if I got your characters wrong so I can make the edit XD

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  RE: Give and Take [WildCard Platoon]
September 5, 2010 5:12:41 PM    View the profile of Kira_Midosea 
Relax.  Her grip on the pencil loosened slightly as she gently sketched the brush in the background.  Relax...you are ready for this.  The stroke rate varied, fast and slow, slow and fast, creating different shapes and shades on the page.  A pause...a deep breath...a sigh of contentment.  She was curled up in corner opposite the door wrapped.  Art was her passion.  Art replenished the quiet confidence she exuded to those close enough to look beyond her soft demeanour.  Art was where she was at peace.  Another deep breath in...a quiet confident sigh out.  Ready.

They were in a ready room, everyone busy with their own pre-battle rituals.  Some played cards, other slept, still others casually chatted.  For Kira, art was what prepared her.  The sense of peace gave her hope for a time for peace.  The passion brought her to life, gave her a purpose, gave her a sense of worth, gave her something to which to return.  Ninety minutes.  She knew the mission clock status intuitively but checked her chrono to be sure.  Ninety minutes.  Sketch book closed, pencils placed in their case, both slid securely into their small colourful bag.  She stood.

The room remained unchanged.  She was to be the first to get a squad in motion.  Too early?  No stop it, nothing has changed, just be as before, trust your instincts.  Her brief period in Iron Horse had been marked by quiet meetings with each of its members.  To them she probably seemed quiet, independent, a loner perhaps, maybe even a little strange.  There were no bonding exercises, no social events, really little interaction beyond the brief moments of structured interpersonal contact.  She kept to herself.  They remained a mystery to her, and her to them.  This would be a test.

“Iron Horse over here please.”  Soft but firm was her voice.  The squad quickly shuffled their personal effects away and moved toward her corner.  It was her first mission as their leader.  It was her first mission as a stormtrooper.  Leadership was not something new, she had always been a quiet leader before becoming a squad leader in the regular army.  Three years of army service on ships finally lead to her acceptance for stormtrooper training and now this squad.  Her first mission.  Just routine.  They need you now.  Atoll shuffled over, last of the group.  Finally they were assembled.  “Briefing in thirty minutes.  Stash personal effects and suit up.  In your lockers you will find the new equipment list for this mission.  Luckystar, you will be assigned a P88 in addition to your weaponry, and Atoll you will be our primary sniper for this mission.  After the briefing use the time to check and clean weapons and adjust your scopes.  Dismissed.”  The squad dispersed to change into their armor.

Kira placed the art bag gently in the top shelf of the locker and stripped off her regular uniform.  Luckystar walked by a second later, her locker was right next store.

“Are you ready for this?”  Luckystar asked as Kira zipped up the bodyglove.

“Yes of course.”  She responded after a moment.

“They will follow you.  You may be new to them but they will trust them if you lead them well.  You’ll do fine.”  Luckystar said encouragingly as the two continued to fasten on the stormtrooper armor.  Kira had not yet gotten used to the tight fitting body glove or the bulky white armor.  She found the glove comfortable and secure, but no armor ever seemed to fit quite right and left her feeling pinched and bruised.  With the last strap fastened and her boots on, she tied a bandanna over her short hair and grabbed her helmet.  Ready.  A moment later Luckystar finished and the two made their way back to the ready room to wait for the rest of the squad and platoon.

===After the Briefing===

The weapons and jetpacks were laid out by rows with a spot for each trooper to collect their mission specific equipment.  Her choice of weapon was a pistol.  She liked neither the feel nor the killing power of a bigger weapon.  DL-77...clean?  Check.  Oiled?  Check.  Site?  Hmm...  A couple quick twists of a screw driver gently realigned the scope to lean down and to the left as she preferred.  Pistol secure in its holster.  Knife in its sheath.  Ammunition secured.  She turned to the jet pack.  This is easy, you’ve used them before.  Drop from the ship, ignite at a forty-five degree angle for five seconds, 180 degrees for 10 seconds, then begin descent.  Straps secured and checked, she secured her Z7 for the flight in a position where it would be ready if needed on landing.  Fifteen minutes.  The ship began its approach toward the atmosphere.  Helmet on and secured.  Ready.
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  RE: Give and Take [WildCard Platoon]
September 5, 2010 11:32:59 PM    View the profile of Garryll Gates 
====Hangar Bay, Excession====

The times, they are a-changing, mused Blackjack’s sole remaining founding member, now SL. And so are the faces.

Blackjack’s faces were all new; Abalar had been one of the old Jesters; Razor, Kit and Wrex had all been recruited into Blackjack, and their newest member was the oldest of them - Kanderin Draken, one time Wraith, one time Commandant of Training operations.

Wildcard’s faces were newer - Tanus had been switched with Havock, Aeos had taken a command role in Wraith, and Iron Horse had a new SL that Gates had never even met before. He shrugged mentally. Troopers bustled around, many of them the soldiers of the elite Stormtrooper Corps’s heart - Wildcard. Havock was wearing new insignia, and armored Stormtroopers from outside the platoon were carrying boxes in, all marked with the bold, harsh symbol of the Empire and a trio of slugs beside one another, the universal symbol for munitions.

At the new PC’s prompting, the men set the cases down, cracked them open, and moved out of the way. The four squads moved forwards curious at the new gear.

“Hey L.T.!” Gates called. “What’s up with this crap?”

“This crap’s your gear for this op, First Sergeant!” Havock called back, using the same tone of voice. “So you’d better like it!”

The men and woman under his command began pulling gear out of the boxes marked “Blackjack.” An odd looking Stormtrooper helmet was first, followed by the stacked pieces of armor, guns, swords, ammunition. Razor whistled. “New gear!”

“I thought that was patently obvious,” Wrex chuckled back, lining up power cells on top of the crate’s lid. “You wanna look at the new killing devices, boss?” He held up a rifle, longer and sleeker than the old E-11’s or Stormtrooper-II’s. “E-45’s and SCOPE armor.”

“I’ll take this one,” Gates remarked back, withdrawing a nearly meter-long sniper rifle from its long thin case. “Specs in the box say 3 klicks.”

The Blackjacks began to suit up, the pre-mission ritual of assembling the puzzle-pieces armor familiar and well-remembered. Each soldier was already wearing a body glove, so that particular part of the dressing was unneeded. It covered from neck to ankles, and was all black, but flexible and durable. First were the under-torso and pelvic pieces, followed by chest pieces, things and then shins. Bicep armor and gauntlets were fitted, tested and then locked onto the body glove and into one another at certain points; boots were stepped into, and then the backpack, belt, and various attachment pieces were bolted on. The helmet was easy to remove or replace, and was usually held in hand in order to get full use of the senses during a brief. All told, it took a trained soldier on a few minutes to totally dress himself and be ready and randy for combat.

Razor had somehow located a red can of spray paint, and shook it meaningfully at his SL. Gates chuckled, and held out his right arm. Razor quickly sprayed a red band around the bicep, and admired it. “It’ll have to do to make us pretty without the red armor.”

“I’m always pretty,” replied Garryll, laughing. “But it does help.”

====Post-briefing, Excession====
“Alright, boys and girls,” Gates called, his bravado, gung-ho attitude, and limited repertoire of pre-mission charismatic speeches kicking in. “I sure hope you guys listened, ‘cause I wasn’t.”

Blackjack grinned, but the chips were down, and they had their game faces on by now. He continued - “We’ll be dropping into this place; we’ve had plenty of air-borne drop practice in the last few months, so this should be cake. Razor, you’ll take the P88; Kit, you grab one too. Everyone grab a Z7 or E-45; I’ll take the rifle, and this silly thing.”

At the words ‘silly thing,’ he brandished the Officer’s Sword he’d found in the box, and then slid it back into its back sheath, handle down at his right hip in order to grab it quickly and keep it out of his way when he was dropping. The sniper rifle was slung over the other way, his rifle resting against his leg, and his jetpack belted on. The rest of Blackjack was similarly clad, weapons, ammunition and grenades strung and slid into belts or backpacks efficiently.

Tanus strolled past, and Gates nodded to his one-time boss, the man’s hammer in hand. “Gonna jump with that, Tanus?”

“We’ll see,” replied the new Raider’s Squad Leader. “See you on the other side, Garryll.”

Their short exchange complete, he sauntered off to talk to his new squad, and Gates turned back to his. “Ready?”

He got a thumbs-up from all five troopers, and then he slid his helmet on, and linked to the squad and platoon comlink channels. The rest of the soldiers followed suit, and stood at attention, ready for war.

Gates chinned his link on to the new boss-lady of these four squads, and spoke: “Blackjack all accounted for, Havock. We’re ready for war.”
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  RE: Give and Take [WildCard Platoon]
September 5, 2010 11:54:17 PM    View the profile of Tanus Solvona 
*Hour before the briefing...*


He cracked his neck as he leaned against the wall, still in his rugged spacer’s outfit; Osk was easy that way. It had no dress code. Hell, for that matter, it didn’t much matter even if you were clothed. As long as one was willing to fight and die for the adventure of a pirate’s life, that was all that mattered. Endless adventure. But now Tanus stood very differently. At the moment he was no longer a pirate captain; the Iron Victory was back at Osk, getting repaired and refueled for another day’s mischief and hijincks. Tanus was once again a soldier in the service of the Vast Empire, a loyal Sormtrooper joining the ranks of the many others to fight the New Republic threat. Only this time Tanus now had the opportunity to do it from a low altitude jump from a light assault cruiser wearing a plastoid shell and a 10 kilo jetpack strapped to his back. He sighed as he looked up at the ceiling of the Carrack cruiser; he didn’t enjoy feeling over encumbered, but this was what the mission called for, and Tanus was not about to question any High Command orders – or at least not publicly.

The secretary popped her head out of the office; she had a short blonde bob and beautiful green eyes. She was quote striking, and Tanus had to do his best to focus on what she had to say versus only her lips. She smiled faintly as Tanus looked over at her. Her eyes shot from him to the large hammer on his right. She started to stammer a bit, but Tanus only smiled. He raised his hand for her to be silent, grabbing his hammer off the wall and making his way towards the door. As he passed the secretary, he whispered:

“Don’t mind the hammer, lass. It’s only my calling card.”

The girl gave a nervous giggle and quickly made her way back to her desk. Tanus nodded towards the door at the back of the waiting room; the girl nodded her assent and went back to doing paperwork. Tanus crossed the room in three long strides and came up to the door, hammer in hand. He took a deep breath as he knocked on the door; a distinctly feminine “Come in” was the response. The door slid open as Tanus pressed the button on the wall. Inside sat Havock his old assistant turned new boss. The room was somewhat dimly lit, with a single desk lamp lighting the small office. Havock was currently going through several papers, all of them covered in scribbled notes and, on occasion, small doodles. Tanus silently took his seat on the other side of the desk, setting the hammer against the desk. Havock didn’t say anything for about two minutes. The paper work slowly seemed to be mobbing her. After a while. She sighed and set the papers aside, rubbing her face with her hands. As she reclined in the chair, she looked at her former commander with a weary haze taking over.

“I really begin to wonder how you ever did this on a day to day basis. Its bloody mind numbing. I can’t even tell how long I’ve been in here anymore.”

Tanus only shrugged as he took a flask out of his pocket and handed it to Hav. She slowly took it and unscrewed the cap, up ending the flask and taking a long gulp of whiskey. She handed it back with a stone mask on her face. As she went for the glass of vodka sitting on her desk, Tanus drew from the flask as well. When he was done, he replaced it back in his pocket and cleared his throat to speak.

“To be fair, Hav, I just didn’t do it. It seemed a lot simpler that way, and I kept my sanity for a little bit longer.”

“Sanity is over-rated.”

“You’re right. That’s why I drink.”

Havock chuckled as she reached for vodka bottle at the end of the table. She poured herself a glass and sipped on it silently, contemplating her thoughts. Tanus caged his fingers in front of his face, anticipating what his commander had to say, but honestly, what was there to say?: Hey, I hear you’re taking over my squad while I take a bloody desk job. Have some fun and do a good job. Tanus knew how Havock felt; it hurt to lose something one put so much effort in to. Tanus felt the same way after he left Blackjack, his pride and joy. But those times were over. No longer was he Tanus the Blackjack. He was now Tanus the RAIDER, full of tenacity and burning fury. Havock drew a breath and finally broke the silence.

“You know what needs to be done here, right?”

“Havock, I’ve done this before. I used to lead the squad that use the jetpacks, remember?”

“I know that, but do you know what needs to be done here?”

Tanus stopped, failing deep into though; he knew what Havock was asking him. And she had a fair reason for asking. It had been a long time since Tanus had been in the trenches. It had been a long time since he had done a standard military operation. That was another thing about Osk he loved: Freedom to move. The army was too rigid, too draconian. But it at least paid him, so there was something to be said for that. Tanus leaned forward, his hands clasped together as he gazed at Havock.

“Havock, I have no forgotten what is at stake. It’s more than the mission; it’s the lives of the people I need to lead. I know I need to get them down in one piece and get them back in one piece, and I will do so to the best of my ability as a soldier of the Vast Empire. I can do no more and no less than that.”

Havock nodded in silence, a grin falling upon her face. She looked over at Tanus, who was relieved to see Havock smiling. She grabbed the glass of vodka sitting on the table in front of her and raised it to Tanus.

“I knew we picked the right man for the job. Now armor up. You have some jetpacking to do.”

*Some Time Later*


Tanus stood in the hangar of the Carrack cruiser, examining his armor in the large, harsh lights hanging above him. The armor didn’t look bad, per se, but it was a bit more artistic than he was used to. He preferred simplicity over style or grace any day of the week. To his left the quartermaster was handing out jetpacks for  the troopers to put on. Tanus grabbed his hammer and swung his Z7 out of the way as he made his way over, hammer in hand. When he got there, the quartermaster gave him a strange look, going from the hammer to Tanus over and over again.

“Yes, it’s a war hammer; yes, I know it looks strange; and yes, I know that this could probably end in disaster. Now hand me the damn jetpack.”

The quartermaster shrugged and gave the jetpack to the hammer-wielding solder. Tanus walked away, slowly putting on the heavy pack. It had been ages since he had used one, not since his Blackjack days, but it was just like riding a repulsor bike: Impossible to forget. As he walked over to the RAIDERS staging area, he saw that all of his soldiers were ready. Tanus nodded as he put on his helmet and strapped the hammer to his jetpack.

“Check your weapons and ammo, kids. Once we get down there, we’re not coming back up for anything else, and I am NOT turning that dump of a planet around to go home.”

The squad chuckled as they started to go over all of their gear. As Tanus heard the clinking of armor plates hitting each other, he stared out the viewport to the planet below. In the pit of his stomach he felt a heavy feeling set in, one he had not felt in a long while: It was the dread of the trenches, calling to him like a siren calling sailors to their doom, far, far below.
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  RE: Give and Take [WildCard Platoon]
September 5, 2010 11:59:01 PM    View the profile of Havock 
OOC:
Objective 1: IH/RAIDERS/Wraith/BJ

The Carrack Cruiser has done a routine scan in atmo and found 2 possible locations for the MOL's, due to the large amount of trash and crashed equipment its difficult to determine which is the MOL's. The squads will be jet packed in from a low altitude. Each squad is given the coordinates for the possible sites and remains in poor radio contact given some unexplained interference. Yes the sites are about 50k from the drop zone so comlinks will work within that distance.

Once you have landed at the drop zone:
                BJ and Wraith will head to the Northeast site with Havock
                RAIDERS and IH will head to the Southwest site

I will be PMing the SL's more information about your locations but for now post about jet packing from low altitude to the drop site and splitting up.

Like I said before we need to move this along so no more than 20 posts for this part. Yes anyone can post, but again, you guys need to coordinate. Work together for this and use #Wildcard channel on IRC.
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September 6, 2010 7:40:42 AM    View the profile of Skarr 
The Carrack Cruiser swooped lower into the atmosphere. All four squads were assembled in the hangar. The soldiers all wore their SCOPE gear. Havock stood in front of the entire platoon, dressed much the same as anyone else, and waiting for the hangar's doors to open. An alarm began to blare. Lights flashed red and the hangar bay's doors creaked open.

Air rushed into the hangar with a loud whistle. Skarr stared out at the planet below. This ought to be fun. Havock walked forward towards the open air. The squads followed.

Havock's voice crackled over the comm, "Alright ladies and gentleman time to go." And she jumped. Iron Horse was the first to jump. Skarr watched them fall before activating their jetpacks. He whistled, long way down. RAIDERS was next up. Tanus walked up to the edge with that impossible war hammer strapped to his jetpack. He jumped and was followed by the rest of RAIDERS. Skarr simply stepped off the edge.

The air rushed up at him. He felt it even through his armor. Altitude meters ran on his HUD. Skarr could even hear shouts of jubilation over his comm. The time was coming close to hit their jetpacks as well. He heard Wraith jump from the shuttle now that RAIDERS was far below them.

His comm beeped, signaling him to activate the jetpack. His descent was slowed abruptly. Skarr now had a chance to look around. Iron Horse had reached the ground now with RAIDERS slowly approaching. The young Corporal smiled, he lived for moments like these.

They drifted to the ground and Skarr heard that Blackjack was now off the ship as well. His feet hit the ground and he deactivated his jetpack. The squad kicked up a lot of loose dirt as they landed. Skarr walked over to RAIDERS who stood mingling with Iron Horse. They looked up into the sky and watched as Wraith and Blackjack fell to the ground.

Wraith and Blackjack were on the ground minutes later. The platoon gathered around Havock. She would give the next order. She was reviewing her datapad and she looked around the landscape. There was really nothing to look at. The landscape was covered with trash and crashed remains of ships. It was effectively the largest graveyard Skarr had ever seen. He wished it wouldn't be his grave as well. Finally, Havock looked up at the soldiers gathered around her.

"It's time to split up, soldiers," Havock announced.
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  RE: Give and Take [WildCard Platoon]
September 6, 2010 9:44:58 AM    View the profile of razorsedge 
Razor tightly gripped his two control handles.  He knew that jumping was going to a big problem.  Razor hated heights. 

The problem with being a HWS was that aside from enjoying a good ground based battle where you could blow your enemies to frak with the sheer power and brute might of the Empire, you weighed the most because of your equipment.

Razor had the most weight strapped to his back as he was the most highly trained Heavy Weapons Specialist Blackjack had to offer. 

It made Razor even more nervous as he watched the rest of his platoon mates easily jumping out of the Carrack Cruiser.  He was also concerned that Blackjack would be jumping last.

He watched all the other squads go and thought to himself, What if they all just died. How would we know?

Then Kit leaned forward and said with a growl, "You gonna need a new suit of armor once we've landed Razor?"

"Frak you." said Razor and he flung himself into the air.  He set the jump pack to maximum burn and it barely held his weight as he plummeted towards the surface.

Maybe I shouldn't have taken so many rockets, and the grenade launcher, and the sniper. Razor thought but all that was under the feeling that he was going to die. 

He hit the ground and his legs pi stoned into his chest knocking the breath out of him.  He managed to pull it off as a graceful landing when he stood up to see the rest of Blackjack standing around him, all of them had landed easily even Kit.

Here we go, thought Razor as he fought to keep his food inside him.
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  RE: Give and Take [WildCard Platoon]
September 6, 2010 1:40:57 PM    View the profile of Luckystar 
Once everyone had landed and gathered around Havock, she waited patiently for everyone to be silent before speaking.

"OK guys, there are 2 sites, both of them are about 50 clicks away from here. Blackjack, Wraith, you're with me; we're headed to the Northeast site; RAIDERS, Iron Horse you are to go to the Northwest site. Let's get cracking, time's a wasting!"

The squads broke up and went their respective ways. Lucky didn't remember the last time she had been on a mission with RAIDERS. This will be interesting...

The planet was dark, there didn't seem to be a sun shining down on this blasted rock. all around her was garbage, pieces of wreckage, biological and industrial waste....if she looked closely she could see the occasional puddle of whatever liquid was in there.

The two squads formed a formidable group of soldiers, she was somewhere in the middle of the pack. Up ahead she could hear the occasional cough and gag of a Trooper barely holding in their breakfast. This made her smile inwardly, some of the guys hadn't been around long enough, she had seen similar environments if not a little better than this and while the stench was almost overpowering, she willed herself to bear down and deal with it. The sooner they could find the MOL's the better.

The rocket launcher weighed her down  a bit and her back was starting to tighten a little, she suspected that she would have back issues before she was ready to retire if she kept lugging heavy equipment. that's what all the workouts are for...  she thought to herself as she heard another harsh cough and sputter somewhere behind her.Up ahead she could hear her new Squad Leader urging people on.

"C'mon guys, Havock said the site was approximately 50K from our drop-zone and we've already gone a little ways, keep pushing and we'll be there in no time!"
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  RE: Give and Take [WildCard Platoon]
September 6, 2010 2:18:23 PM    View the profile of Jamasis 
Jamasis trudged through the waste that littered the ground. To describe it, the smell was intolerable and everything filthy. Worse, most of it looked potentially lethal.

"How far is the objective?" asked Nightowl.

"Twenty five kilometres from the drop site. We've walked maybe a kilometre," replied Aeos.

Aeos worried him, in a way. That Anival had stepped down hadn't particularly bothered him; it was a surprise, but he got over it. Besides, he was still in the squad, and he had only been the squad leader for a small part of Jamasis' time in wraith. But Aeos... there wasn't anything wrong with her. She wasn't a freak, or some kind of psychopath. Neither was she soft, from her looks or the brief glance at her history Jamasis had had. But she didn't feel... maybe it was just Anival. Jamasis had gotten used to him, and pretty much trusted him fully. Even if things did go wrong most of the time. But he hadn't met Aeos before, hadn't placed his trust in her, nor had he seen her actually leading the squad, or putting herself in danger for them.

But naturally he couldn't do anything. While he rest of the squad could happily complain, grumble, or even praise her in private, he had to support her. Publically, he had to. In private, he couldn't talk to anyone without undermining her in some way. So any doubts or worries had to be bottled up.

Anyway, stop that thinking. What exactly would you do if she was hopeless? Honestly?

Probably try my best, get stabbed again,
Jamasis instinctively reached for his right arm, and possibly die. But nothing else.

Exactly. So this thinking isn't doing you any good.

So exactly what should I think about? I've got plenty of time.

Okay, have you checked your guns and ammunition?

Ay, brand new SCOPE equipment, E-45 with 500 shots inside, 3 extra clips. I77 Plasma rifle, 40 shots inside, two extra clips. DL-77 100 shots inside, 3 clips spare. Total of 2520 rounds.

I worry for you. You're completely obsessed. And you got yourself stabbed for your guns. And how many times did you do something suicidal last mission?

Twice. Maybe three if listening to Anival counts. Anyway, I'm not obsessed.

Really?

I was... anxious about the jump.

That's not what I meant. When did you last think of your father? Or Kasper? Or anyone? The only thing you've done since you ran off-

I didn't have much choice.

- is check if you had a hit out on you. Before you got to VE space.

So? I live here now.

Exactly, you're obsessed.


Jamasis tried to ignore himself. He checked his guns again. But doing this for the dozenth time didn't distract him at all.

"How far?" asked Jamasis.

"We've walked a few hundred metres since Nightowl asked that, Jamasis," Aeos answered, plainly displeased by the question, but not enough to ignore it.

"So what happened here again?" he asked, trying to relieve the boredom. Clearly it didn't help.

This is going to be a long walk, thought Jamasis.
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  RE: Give and Take [WildCard Platoon]
September 6, 2010 3:29:52 PM    View the profile of Aeos 
So far so good Aeos mused as they trudged along in the muddy wastes of the filth. Despite her nervous disagreement about jetpacks, she had made it to the ground along with her squad, Black Jack and Havock.

The planet was familiar and depressingly so. The filth, the junk and the wasted opportunity of beauty abused by the capitalist manipulation with promises of home and provision reduced the population to slaves powering their own planet’s economy with the live export of their offspring. This was too much…like home.  Raxus Prime too once yielded natural beauty to the eye before it slowly digressed into the junkyard where she grew-up scavenging for junk pieces. Unlike the poor inhabitants of this planet, she had managed to escape without selling herself.

“What’s wrong?” Havock inquired falling in with Aeos’ brisk pace.
She should feel offended at Havock’s casual intrusion. They haven’t dealt with what had happened in the Black Sun since it had happened. Despite the animosity between them, she was surprised that Havock could read her so well despite the mask of her armor. The pair of blond haired females continued the slow jog while Aeos motioned to her squad to fan out more and keep their distance.  The smell of the mining waste had a acidy and putrid air to it, but if she added just enough imagination she could smell the fresh ground her boots were kicking up in the ripe of the early morning. But alas, it required imagination and the planet was no longer capable of fresh ground or vitamin-rich resources. It was ghost tunneled with useless  mines and poisoned with waste.

“This place, reminds me of home.” Aeos quietly responded to Havock surprising them both with her honesty.

“Home?” Havock muttered softly. The Platoon Commander glanced around.

“That’s frakked.” She muttered.
“Aeos-“

“Cap! How far?” Nightowl’s voice crackled over her comm.
Aeos swore softly and spun around and motioned the trooper to walk next to her.

“You must be trying to annoy me because I know for a fact that your HUD display tells you all about the distance.” She said in a sweet voice while reaching up to pat him on his helmet.
Nightowl chuckled.

“Just testing the boundaries Cap. You know how it goes.”
Aeos shook her head and for a while the massive group of soldiers proceeded in silence.

Her comm continued to crackle despite the silence however. Aeos frowned, confused and adjusted the settings of the comm’s system. She arched an eyebrow recognizing the voice. Jamasis.
The boy is talking with himself?

She defaulted the setting back to the previous system. She will investigate this later. Though this was adding cause to worry about the mental state of this squad. She glanced over to where the silent shadows of the BlackJack troopers were fleetingly visible. Whether this was tribute to their reputation as the Elite Squad or the planet’s unnatural atmosphere allocating more fog about, it was an eerie sight to behold.  Garyll Gates was the Squad-Leader there now. She had met the man on a couple of previous occasions and respected him for the authority he wielded with so little ease over his troopers.

Her form stilled and then tensed. Despite the lack of familiarity between Wraith and Aeos, the squad sensed her alarm and they proceeded into the same alert state.  Havock paused as scanned their surroundings. It was squaking and dripping with sounds of acid abuse and screeches.

“This place is teeming with wild-life.”

“Mutated freaks you mean.” Garyll’s deep sturdy voice interjected over the comm.
Havock nodded.
“Keep a lookout, we’ve covered seven kilos so far. We need to pick up the pace. Garyll, Aeos, spread your snipers far apart. Let’s not jumble them together.”

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September 6, 2010 4:48:04 PM    View the profile of Atoll 
Why do we always have to jump out of transports? Talohn moaned inwardly. More than anything else, he hated heights. Irrationally, yet hated all the same. He usually wasn't one to complain, but when only the wind and the clouds were beneath him...

He tried to suppress a shudder as he recollected the drop. But there was time for fear later. Not now. He had a duty to fulfill. And he planned to fulfill it to the best of his ability. He pulled the new SCOPE rifle from his back, running his finger along it's length, smiling softly. He had always had a thing for sniper rifles. The ability to accomplish a task without heading into the the storm of battle greatly appealed to him. He preferred peace and calm of sniping than to the fury and sweat of most battles. He smiled again as he looked at the beauty of the rifle.

His left foot sank beneath some mud with a loud squelch, snapping him from his thoughts. He glared at his foot with disgust, as if his gaze alone would make the mud relinquish it's grip of his shin. A few moments later, with a sigh, he grabbed his leg and heaved. But it didn't budge. Another heave. Not an inch. Talohn almost blushed.

"Uhh. Could I... could I have a little help here..." He said softly. The squad chuckled. Skarr, a RAIDER, walked over and, with a joint effort of them both, pulled him out of the mud. He recognised him from back on a black-ops mission back in Tadath. He seemed to be doing well. Yet he was wary. As was everyone else. No one liked the look of this planet. The place was bad enough with the stench, but with the dilapidated state of the planet and the strange sense of... eeriness that hung in the air like a plaque, everyone seemed tense. More than once they had heard the quick screech of disturbed metal or the darting shadow flitting from above. It was enough to make anyone uneasy.

About 10 minutes later however, things seemed to get worse.

"What in the name of..." Someone muttered.

"What is that?"

In the centre of their path was what seemed like a large mammal, stomach slit open and guts slopping out awkwardly. It's lower jaw was scattered a few metres to the right and it's limbs were broken in several places.

"That's disgusting" Said Lucky quietly as she gazed uneasily at the carcass. Tanus, the Osk veteran, seemed unphased by the violent display. He just adjusted the hammer on his shoulder and moved on. Most of the RAIDERS felt obliged to follow him, but a few stood rooted to the spot for a few moments. But whatever happened next, their suspicions were confirmed. They weren't alone in this wasteland.
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September 6, 2010 5:07:48 PM    View the profile of Chunkeekong 
Kit was still sweating from his first jump with a jetpack. He may have put on a brave face when he made fun of Razor, but taking that last butt-clenching step out of the ship had almost gotten to him. Shaking his head he hefted the new cannon he had been given. He hadn't had much chance to look over the weapon before he got suited up but he appreciated the weight, it didn't feel like a little toy that might break in his hands.

Shrugging his broad shoulders the Wookiee trudged along the surface of the planet, almost in physical pain at how much the ecosystem here had been completely destroyed and tossed aside, much like the junk they were crawling over. The lack of trees, green things, GROWING things was unsettling to say the least.

Kit looked around him, his nerves on edge but definitely soothed by the comforting presence of his squad and platoon mates. He may have chosen a strange career path for his species, but right now he wouldn't have it any other way. Picking up a small piece of metal off the ground Kit hefted it, tossing it in a lazy arc, hitting Razor in the shoulder.

"Razor you think you got enough equipment there? Some people might start thinking that your compensating for something you know. . ." Kit said with a chuckle, enjoying the spatter of laughter that came over his comm from his squad mates while he checked his HUD to see how far along they were.

"Were about a 15 klicks from the Destination, Sir" Kit said into his comm, sounding off their current position to the Squads, trying to break the silence that seemed to have come over everyone after getting down here. "First round of drinks are on me once we get back, alright guys?!" He called over the comms, shaking his head.

Even through the whistles and cheers of people agreeing to his proclamation, Kit still kept a watchful eye on his surroundings, not wanting anything to get past him that might be important in some way. "Hey Boss," Kit said, indicating his Squad Leader "Did you say there was anything we might have to worry about on the way? It might just be interference from the metal but. . . .I'm getting some weird signals over here on my HUD. Movement that isn't us."

Swiveling his head from side-to-side as he walked Kit smacked his helmet, hoping it might clear the signals. Hefting his blaster to port arms Kit began to feel his heart beating faster, the adrenaline starting to pump through his veins as they walked. Everything suddenly seemed to be leering at him, every piece of junk that feel seemed to be ominous.
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September 6, 2010 9:11:29 PM    View the profile of Hector_Vandaval 
This was going to be an interesting adventure indeed, thought Hector. Looking at both Razor, and Kit getting there Jetpacks on and gear ready. As the carrack arrived at its location the squad’s were making there way out onto the ground. Hector with his Jetpack in hand turned it around to place onto his back ready for a jump. Thinking to himself and touching his gear, Do I have everything I need, was there anything I missed back home or at base. I don’t think so.

He put on his helmet and his visor illuminated with a red hue giving a thermal sensor reading, and scanner readout of the area. Tapping his helmet again he was going through the many scanner settings but wanted just the thermal. Taking his blaster rifle out of the holster, and un clicking it he tapped it to make sure the blaster was functioning with operational firepower. Looking around him then holstering his weapon, Hector grabbed his weapons belt, and tapped the button on the back of his jetpack before he made the jump off the carrack. Watching the rest of his squad jump out of the carrack Hector followed.

The wind passed his armor. There was clattering and clanking from side to side. Looking outside his visor he could see birds flying out in the distance then engaging his jetpack he made a smooth descent onto the surface with his weapon in hand. Touching his helmet and making a communication on the squad frequency “Just arrived on the surface, my armor is still in two pieces and I can see other squad mates from my position, I jettisoned from the carrack, and looked over what gear I needed for the operation. I hope you guys are alright out there will meet up shortly, in the mean time my thermals are on and weapons ready in the case it gets crazy.” Hector replied, landing not too far from the landing zone he grabbed his gear then made a run for the waypoint for his squad.

Making a quick approach the Blackjack squad had gathered at the waypoint, Hector could see both Razor, and Kit walking up to them he sounded in communication in a low tone not to disturb the rest of the squad. “Finally made it, saw you two aboard the carrack ,and was able to get down here in time. So what’s the plan?” They had nodded to him with information, and Kit gave Hector information about the location and destination. There was also some sounds in the distance. Hector grabbed his weapon and touched the safe button to unsafe. Primed, and ready his weapon armed, he remained careful while vigilant.

Hector swiveled his weapon from side to side scanning the area making a patrol, he then tapped his helmet again. This time his scanner went from thermal sensor to environmental setting. The screen was a red hue then turned to a blue scan. A few blips were on scans but this was of Blackjack squad that Hector remained with and something out in the distance. Hoping this was not just some fluke, Hector checked his scanner readings again to see if the blips were read on thermal.
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  RE: Give and Take [WildCard Platoon]
September 6, 2010 9:23:06 PM    View the profile of Luckystar 
The discovery of the carcass had unnerved as well as slightly disgusted Luckystar, but what else could they expect? The place was simply put: a dump. It was a wonder that creatures could still find means of survival amid the piles of junk, the lack of healthy food or viable plant-life, there were swamps here that much was obvious but there were also pools of industrial waste and whatever else people had dumped here over the century.

As she moved on she noticed a few people apparently still rooted to the ground, they seemed to be staring at the carcass, but were they really? Were their minds lost in white noise?

"Come on guys, snap out of it and let's go!" She barked over her shoulder as she re-adjusted the rocket launcher that was slung on her back. The thing was heavy, for a weapon that was supposed to be carried and it felt uncomfortable, even under all that armor she could still feel it on her back, moving about as she did.


Up ahead she could hear hushed conversations going on, in her  mind this was a good thing because this unpleasant trek was going to take them a while. Deciding that she needed to pick up the pace a little, and walked up beside Kira and kept in pace with her as she tried to strike up a conversation.

"So, Sarge. What do you think we'll find once we reach the site?"

"I'm not sure to be honest. Hopefully we find what we're looking for and that's it, I'm not sure how many surprises we could take on this mission"

"I agree, we've had a few already and they've all been..unpleasant. I'm surprised everyone's been able to keep their breakfasts down"

"I agree on that point"

After a short pause, they sighed and looked behind her briefly.

"How are you guys doing back there?" She called out to a few stragglers. The response they got was unclear, people were mumbling so it was hard to tell if they were speaking or simply mumbling to themselves.

They trudged on in silence for a short while, coming across small, toxic swamps, occasional fallen debris, what would have possibly been trees and the like back when the vegetation was alive. In the back of her mind, Lucky thought of the carcass thy had come across, it didn't bother her much, rather it disturbed her. how did it get there? Did someone hunt it down or did it just pass of natural causes and what they had seen were the progression of decomposition?

Looking up ahead, she noticed a tall mountain and quietly pointed it out to Kira. As they got closer some decayed woodwork could be seen, from the looks of it it had been scaffolding.

"Think it's worth checking out?" she asked questioningly, not looking at her SL who she sensed was deep in thought.
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  RE: Give and Take [WildCard Platoon]
September 7, 2010 4:46:37 PM    View the profile of Jamasis 
Jamasis and Nightowl had moved over to the left flank of the group with their sniper rifles, on the other side he knew Blackjack's squad leader and one of his troopers, the names escaped him, both had their rifles ready.

For all the good it'll do if you find something.

Your point?

The creatures. They aren't a kilometre away. That rifle might turn out to be useless.

We don't know their vicious.

You've seen a squad member eaten by creatures on another godforsaken planet. And besides I know your anxious.


It was true. Everyone in the two squads had noticed by now, the unusual readings and occassional sounds of living things. Garryll had described them best, "Mutated freaks." Anything that lived here had to be mutated, surely. And where you have mutations, you tended to get occassional problems.

As if the missing MOL's weren't enough. Or the fact that the squad kept changing. Or the fact that Jamasis seemed certain to get himself killed. And now he was trying to convince himself that there was vicious wildlife around.

Sooner we get this done, the better.

Not going to argue with that for once. Just keep scanning and looking ahead.

For all there is to see.

Then look around the junk...


Jamasis raised his rifle to his eye again and tried to see further ahead using the site. Junk, junk and more junk. In fact it looked like the amount just kept on increasing until it practically became mountains...

"Aeos, come look here," said Jamasis.

The SL walked over, "Where?"

"Just ahead, as far as you can, with the rifle."

"Looks like mountains."

"Thought so. This used to be a mining colony right? So I'm guessing we find miners or at least mines in those mountains."

"How far are they?" she asked curiously.

"Not sure. Maybe closer than the target, maybe further, it's too far to tell. Not sure how large that range is either."

"Fair point. What was it about miners?"

"Nothing, just sayin' if they're anywhere, its probably near the mountains. So we might meet some locals."

"You make that sound good."

"Compared to mutated wildlife and thousands upon thousands of pieces of waste, how bad could it be?"

"Yeah," Aeos seemed slightly distracted, "I'll ask Havock what we do if we meet any, but I expect we'll just ignore them. Unless we're attacked, but I doubt most people here can be bothered with that. Surviving must be... hard."

Jamasis sensed the conversation was more or less over, and hurried back to join Nightowl at the left of the two squads. The stench was still pretty bad, but after walking ten odd kilometres he no longer cared. The sludgey waste that could be found frequently on the ground was basically like puddles. The junk could be seen as a forest or city. In a weird way it wasn't that different from anywhere else Jamasis had been.

"Town up ahead! About two kilometres!" called out the Blackjack squad leader from slightly up ahead. There was a general stir in the squads and the pace seemed to quicken. Inwardly Jamasis smiled; clearly he wasn't the only one who would rather be near a town than a toxic wasteland.
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  RE: Give and Take [WildCard Platoon]
September 7, 2010 8:57:47 PM    View the profile of Kira_Midosea 
The last wraith jumped out of the ship.  Count of three.  Green light flashes.  She jumped.  Momentary weightlessness.  Her body began to make the sensory transition to falling.  5...4...3...2...1.  She adjusted her right hand on the jetpacks grip and pressed the ignition.  Sigh of relief...the pack roared to life.  The increasingly deafening rush of air heard through her helmet changed to the thunderous roar of the jets.  Upright, 180 degree angle.  10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1.  Begin descent.  She angled down into a descent trajectory.  There was a strong breeze high above the ground.  Combined with the power of the jetpack it created conflicting patterns of vibrations that made it harder to control the flight path.  She circled, a corkscrew pattern, as she descended.  Nothing moving.  Clear.

She continued to follow a wide arc in her descent making it slower than some of the troopers nearby, but she was cautious...perhaps too cautious.  Dust kicked up from the ground as she hovered above it.  Knees bent, ready for the momentary shock of bearing weight again.  Touchdown.  The vibration made it less smooth than was ideal and a shockwave rippled through her kneecaps as her legs hit the ground hard.  Ouch.  Z7 out of its holder and in front of her.  She disengaged the jetpack.  One knee down on the ground quick, weapon up, she quickly began a full circle in defensive posture.  Clear...clear...clear...clear.  Everything clear save for the sand and the trash that was strewn everywhere but fortunately not in piles high enough to be of serious concern as cover for a potential enemy ambush.  A crunch to her left.  Demented landed about forty meters away.  Some of the squad had beat her to the ground, the rest she could see touchdown near by.  The drop had left them spread out.  Time to regroup.

The vibrations from the jetpack had not gone away yet.  They always lingered awhile as did the ringing in her ears.  The roar subsidded and gave way to the...and the stench.  She staggered for a second, her gag reflex getting the better of her momentarily as she adjusted for the smell.  The slums of Alsakan that she had to tour with her father to show they cared for the people seemed like fresh, pristine paradises compared to this.  She wished she could reposition the bandana on her mouth rather than her head but taking off her helmet and exposing her head and hair to this foul place was the last thing she wanted to do.


===Later on===

Kira crouched with Lucky and Tanus behind a larger pile of trash five kilometers from the mine's entrance.

"Status Atoll?"  She asked of her squad's sniper who was scoping the entrance to the mine.

"Looks clear sergeant.  The outside of the mine seems deserted."  Atoll responded over the comm.  She turned to Tanus.

"Snipers creep down the middle to roughly two kilometers and cover as we approach from the north and south?"  She asked the Raiders squad leader.

"Seems logical."  Tanus replied after a moment's thought.  The two squad leaders quickly disseminated the orders to their units.  Iron Horse proceeded north of the mine, Raiders south, and arced toward the entrance.  Still no activity on the outside.  No sentries, no equipment, just trash.  It seemed all quiet.

Nearly an hour later they were each about one hundred meters from the entrance.  The snipers had slowly crept closer and joined their units when it was clear there was no one near the surface.  From what she could see, the mine's entrance was clearly dilapidated.  Whether or not or not the mine and shaft still retained some semblance of structural integrity was a mystery.  Entering would not be without its dangers.

"Lucky, obviously don't use the rockets in there.  More likely than not it will just cause a cave-in."  Kira instructed over the comm.  "Tanus...have squads set weapons to stun?"  She asked of the Raiders SL.

"Excuse me?"

"If we take them alive we can interrogate them for information.  A dead body isn't helpful to us."  Kira responded.

"Our first objective has to be the rescue of the XO by whatever means necessary.  Information is a nice bonus if we can get it.  Take the advice of someone who has experience with this."  He responded.  Kira frowned.  That touched a nerve.  No time for that.  She knew her lack of experience in the STC was a liability, but she was adamant that avoiding lethal force was the right course.  A flick of a switch later on her weapon and it was set to the stun setting.

"Approach the mine.  Enter one at a time at first.  Combat engineers near the front to check the integrity of the shaft and its supports.  Move out."  Tanus ordered over the commlink to the two squads.
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  RE: Give and Take [WildCard Platoon]
September 7, 2010 9:44:14 PM    View the profile of Luckystar 
As they approached the mine, Kira asked Lucky to not launch one of the rockets in there which was common sense. She wanted to know what was in there and as Tanus Solvona, the RAIDERS SL requested that the CEs move up to the front and check the integrity of the place, she groaned inwardly. If the thing was going to collapse she was going to be one of its first victims. There weren't very many Combat Engineers in the group so she checked to make sure that the rocket launcher strapped to her back wouldn't launch any rockets and bring the mine to ruins as well as possibly send her all the way up into the nether regions of the atmosphere before slowly making her way up the line of Troopers grouped close to the mine's entrance.

She was one of the first to walk up to th mine, as such she took her time mentally documenting it all. The mouth was a few metres wide, the ceiling she estimated to be about ten feet high, upon closer inspection of the sides of the mine she could see that it wasn't perfectly smooth as some mines were. Smoothness was caused by spraying thick layers of a rock-like substance which hardened over sheets of mesh for support. This construct seemed to be hastily made, but it was well done.

As she slowly walked forward, she made herself pay more attention to what she saw. There were wooden supports, the ones at the top were new,  ones directly underneath them were either starting to rot or completely rotted away, this made her suspect that a group of people had recently been here to freshly reinforce the mine walls and make it safe for use once again. While the walls were rough, a few sheets of mesh could clearly be seen on the walls and ceiling preventing any debris from falling and with the aid of the wood supports, made for a stable construct. Satisfied with what she saw, she keyed her comm.

"The mine is safe to enter guys, though be warned; there is evidence of recent activity as the support structures have been reinforced with new work. Proceed with caution"


"Roger that" crackled Tanus' voice over the comm system, because they were deep inside thick, rocky walls interference with communications systems was common.

After another cursory look around her, she picked up the pace a little and only glanced regularly at the walls and ceiling to ensure that they were still in a 'safe zone'. A few minutes after her last communication with the men outside, she stopped dead in her tracks and her blood ran cold. A few metres ahead of her was a group of armed men, they weren't youngsters like the fresh recruits the Corps got but they weren't too old either, her guess was that they were in their fifties or early sixties.

She clumsily keyed her comm and spoke softly "Everyone, we got company"

"Roger Roger" came a few replies.
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  RE: Give and Take [WildCard Platoon]
September 7, 2010 10:42:12 PM    View the profile of Garryll Gates 
“Town ahead!” Garryll said over the comlink, peering through the long-rifle’s scope. “About two kilometers!”

The two squads and their officer chaperone seemed to speed up, in anticipation of getting out of the muck and possibly hazardously poisonous puddles.

“Keep your spaces!” cautioned Aeos.

“Listen to the lady!” Gates added. “Weapons up! We’re going to treat this particular sump-pump of a place like a hostile fortification, which means no screwing around!”

There was some minor rebellious mumbling, but it was quickly stifled. There was no sense deploying one squad ahead of the other; during this mission, neither was carrying special weaponry or armor. In the interest of fairness, they were advancing in a broken skirmish line, heavy weapons and sniper rifles scattered liberally through it.

“Anyone got movement?” Havock asked crisply, nominally in charge, but having so far let the two veteran soldiers lead their squads. “Anyone at all?”

“Looks like some civvies,” Razor said, using one of the sniper rifles from the far end of the line - he had a less restricted view from his position. “No weapons, no nothin’.”

“Alright, keep moving, then,” Garryll cut in. “Advance cautiously. We KNOW there’s people there, now.”

“Going to treat civvies has hostiles?” asked Hector timidly, their last-second addition to the squad.

“Better safe than dead,” remarked one of the Wraiths. A few others voiced their agreement with the statement and tightened their grips on their weapons.

By then, the two squads had covered almost all of the two kilometers. The edge of the town, easily seen by the abrupt end to the chemical spills, was only a hundred and fifty meters in front of them. Havock waved the Stormtroopers into cover that weren’t plainly visible.

The gestured-at troopers took cover behind junk and in convenient depressions that they found mercifully dry. Weapons were propped over, and chatter trickled to almost nothing.

Havock, Gates, Aeos and three troopers had been in plain sight of the town’s leading edge, and a trio of rather beaten-down middle aged civilians walked forwards to the Stormtroopers.

“I’ve got you covered, boss,” Wrex informed Gates on the Blackjack channel. The solid sergeant had his rifle trained and ready.

“No one’s going to shoot anyone unless I tell them to,” Garryll replied calmly. “Or unless I start shooting.”

A pair of dry chuckles responded, and then the link fell silent again. Havock raised a hand in greeting to the two civilians.

“I’ve seen enough of the Empire for a lifetime,” remarked the older-looking of the two, a man with a miner’s hard labor look about him. The remark seemed to tease fate, and before any of the VE soldiers could pose a question to him, his head exploded. A blaster retort followed a moment later, explaining the sudden case of head-expodi-ness.

“GET THE HELL DOWN!” Gates bawled into the command link, his well-honed combat instincts shoving two of the troopers into cover while he searched for the location of the gunfire.

“Oh no oh no oh no oh no,” mumbled the second civilian, pale as a sheet and splattered with the other’s blood. She was rocking on the balls of her feet, making a fabulous target of herself, but somehow not drawing the sharpshooter’s attention. That explained quite clearly who they were shooting at.

“Hostiles, boys an’ girls!” Gates called. “Anyone got an eye on it?”

“Factory, west. Two-fifty meters, surrounded by the chemical stank!” called a Wraith. “Permission to engage?”

“Granted!” Aeos said crisply, eyes honing in on the factory. “Shoot them if you see them.”

Gates slung his E-45 and exchanged it for the I77. His HUD and the scope synced up in a moment, and he peered at the factory. Its windows were largely shattered, and it was in that late stage of disrepair.

Disciplined volleys of E-45 fire were splattering off the factory’s outer walls, but nothing was getting into the obvious murder holes, the windows, at this range. The E-45’s max range was being tested, already.

“We need to get closer, Hav!” Gates said. “Or those snipers’ll pick us apart!”

“Roger that! Fire and advance, by squad! Blackjacks up first!”

In a fire-and-advance formation, half or so of a platoon or squad would sit tight and take accurate shots at the enemy, trying to keep their heads down. The other half would advance, running like the Emperor himself was them, getting into cover so as to give their comrades a chance to advance. It kept going until you were spitting-range close and you could blow some poor saps apart.

Gates rose, and another laser whizzed past his head, flying for another three meters before kicking up a sod of polluted dirt. He ducked, dodged, and ran in a generally inglorious but impossible to predict serpentine pattern to his chosen piece of cover, a large clump of garbage and rotten dirt thirty meters in front of his position.

The factory’s occupants were firing in earnest now, but so too were the Wraiths; the sounds were different and chaotic as Stormtroopers picked their shots with short-range carbines and sniper rifles.

With a grunt, he slid into his cover, unlimbering the clumsy sniper rifle and setting up its bipod. “Blackjacks, you there yet?”

A chorus of affirmatives reached his ears. “Razor, if you’d be so kind...”

“Roger, boss,” the eager junior non-com said enthusiastically. A moment later, there was a large thunk as the Heavy Weapons Specialist unloaded a heavy rocket at the factory. There was a large explosion where it hit, and Gates fired his sniper rifle at windows, being careful to pick his shots.

“Wraith ready to move?” Gates asked.

“Moving up!” Aeos called to her troops, and the cycle began again.
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  RE: Give and Take [WildCard Platoon]
September 8, 2010 9:10:19 AM    View the profile of Khalldryn 
*** Earlier ***

“Look I don't really know a thing about that status of your armor,” The gruff sergeant said, replying to Khalldryn's enquiry about a full suit of armour that would fit. “You've already missed the briefing. Captain Aeos is your new squad leader, I'll get you acquainted and she can fill you in on the details!” The NCO instructed as he walked through the bowels of the cruiser. Khalldryn followed obediently, stooping to avoid grazing his head on the ceiling.

He was led into a large hangar bay and he immediately stretched out. He was quite used to keeping low, when his species ran they hunkered down with tails out behind them rather than fully upright, but after a time in living space designed for more diminutive species he enjoyed the moment of freedom.

The hangar was full of soldiers checking their equipment and strapping on jetpacks. Technicians scurried back and forth with datapads, sometimes stopping to talk to the soldiers.

“Everyone is getting acquainted with the new SCOPE gear,” explained the sergeant. “Anyway, that's Captain Aeos over there and this guy here” he said roughly stopping one of the technicians in his tracks with an outstretched arm. “Will help you get equipped quickly” His work done the grizzled veteran left the Khalldryn in the hangar.

“Erm, right,” started the technician, looking up at the eight foot barabel. Khalldryn saw him furiously scroll through a list on the datapad. “I'm afraid we weren't informed about you before we packed all the gear on departure. The largest size SCOPE armour we've got left might do. Tell you what, I'll go see what I can find, you go and meet your squad. I've put in a note for a custom order for when we get back, see!” he said, turning the datapad to face the Barabel. “For now you might have to get on with what you have,” waving to indicate his current gear. Only the standard pauldrons, helmet and thigh armour fitted from the standard range of stormtrooper gear, so that's what he wore. He had an E-11 with the trigger guard removed for a side arm and a DC15 for a standard weapon – whilst bulky for a normal trooper the simple weapon had worked out fine for him so far. Khalldryn sighed and turned to look for his squad. This was the path his clan had chosen for him to atone for his mistakes and he could get along without issuing a complaint.

“Captain Aeos?” he enquired, resting a hand on the officers shoulder in what he considered a friendly gesture. The small woman nearly jumped out of her skin.

“B . . . big?” she said. Turning to see a giant lizard towering nearly three feet above her

“Thats a matter of, tsss, perspective . . . “ he replied with a toothy grin. Most of the primates expected him to be some kind of moster and to be fair his species was relatively primitive, but Khalldryn had been a negotiator back at home, fluent in several languages and he found demonstrating a little word play a good way to break the ice.

“Err yes of course,” she replied. “And you are?”

“Private Khalldryn, reporting for duty with Wraith Squad.” he said, snapping a crisp salute in reply.

“Right, yes I got the memo, you're going to need some new gear,” she said looking at his makeshift armour and clone wars era rifle. Almost on cue the technician arrived, not looking happy.

“Captain,” he said, throwing her another salute. “I'm afraid all we have that might fit of the new armour is the helmet, try this on,” he said. The helmet squeezed on and the updated hud flickered into view. “Sorry but the rest will have to wait,”

“Well then lets get you equipped,” Aeos said.

Several minutes later Khalldryn found himself strapped into the jetpack ready to go. The E-45s trigger guard was too restrictive for his large clawed fingers, so the techincian had promised to modify one for his return – The Vast Empire had Apparently implemented a lot of doctrine on treating all species fairly, but Khalldryn understood the need for mass production. Able to carry significantly more than most troopers the squad had been quite pleased to find they could load him up with spare ammunition, a pack of rockets and extra grenades.



** present ***


“Wraith, advance,” Aeos's calm voice chimed in his ear.

“Hmmtssst” he slipped naturally from the human humming sound they used as a positive reply to the short, sharp hiss used by his own species. Khalldryn fired a few more less than accurate shots at the target and moved out from behind cover. Like most reptilian species barabels were capable of very quick bursts of speed in between lethargic periods. Still he felt very exposed in his incomplete armor, but this was what he was supposed to feel. To lessen the shame of his clan he had to show bravery in the face of battle and risk his life.

His fears were realised a moment later when the blaster bolt hit him square in the chest . . .
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September 8, 2010 5:06:59 PM    View the profile of Aeos 
“Krift!”
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“Wraith proceed! Nightowl, Jamasis cover me when you’ve reached your target.”  She ordered as the squad continued by default. She was the closest to the barabel and thus retrieving him from his stardazed position would be her responsibility. She leopard-crawled the small distance back to his disgruntled form. She wasn’t really surprised to see him alive, kicking and completely confounded for a moment from the stars spinning around in his head. She grabbed him by his arm, her hands not even reaching each other as they encircled his bicep.

“Move damnit!”  She shouted above the blaster fight around them.  It was getting dirty. Swamp mud and dirt kicked up and splattered across her armor, one of the blaster bolts hitting close to where her left boot had been moments before.

The barabel started to shake the shock off with grunts and growls. Whereas he had been crawling while Aeos mock-dragged his heavy dizzied frame he was finding his feet pretty quick. The bolt had gone straight through the armor and the remaining impact infiltrated through to his scaled chest which had shoved him off his feet. What had hurt him more than the bolt was the plastoid melting across his scales. He grunted again and hissed something.
One moment she was helping the barabel up and the next she was flying, very rocky and jumbled flying. Kdryn had picked her by the scruff of her neck and with a quick burst of speed propelled them forward with a few yards. However his capabilities were being severely limited and weighted down by his equipment and his petite squad-leader with her equipment. His flexed his arm, the muscles numbed from the amount of strength he taxed from it just now.  They both dropped to the ground as a new volley of blasterbolts ratted through the air. A few minutes more of lithe crawling and awkward jumps and suddenly Wraith were united again.  She sent the barabel a dirty look which he fortunately couldn’t see yet through her helmet. She will screech at him later.
“Damn Academy, incompetent.” She grumbled.
“Private, I suggest covering up some of that white while we are covered in this mud and slime shit.” She snarled at Kdryn. True, the barabel was gigantic, but right now he was an Imperial subjected to her authority.  She motioned Quillia over to check the barabel over.

She turned to where Black Jack was still located before turning around and poking her head from above their cover which was currently a slimed boulder. She felt reluctant about resting herself against it but after a split-second ignored the feminine declination against dirt.  Wraith was now focusing fire at the factory whilst Black Jack expertly made their way to join them up again. Her eyes studied the environment.  Two snipers there and something else. Through the dead shrubbery however she saw the familiar shape of container vessels with the standard galactic  symbol spray-painted indicting it contained hazardous material.
“Fools.” She whispered softly.

“Smiley, Krdryn focus fire onto those containers there!”

She turned around to face Havock’s Black Jack’s nearing forms. They were close. Almost there.  She ignored the pulse of the explosion erupting from Smilez’ and Kryn’s shots aimed at the barrels. Her feet steadied and she braced herself against the rock and turned around again to spy the factory. Surprisingly, the damage wasn’t that severe to the building. Being closer now, she was starting to make out shadows of faces poking their sniping rifles and eyes through the broken windows.  They were close enough for her to see the lack of experience in her enemies’ eyes and their youthful yet bitter appearance of rags and crude weapons. 

She reached for the small pair of microbinoculars in her utility pouch.  The building was old. Most of the exterior had been stripped barely leaving the roof intact with durabeams poking out everywhere like a broken skeleton.  She felt a larger frame resting his arms next to her also holding a pair of microbinoculars.
“Heh. Those are kids.”  Garyll muttered.

“That design has two entrances. The one we see currently is the main entrance but there should be a back where they load new deliveries.” Garyll said after another few seconds. Black Jack and Wraith were both still returning waves of blasterbolts under the direction of Abalar and Jamasis.

“Want the back entrance Garyll?”  Aeos asked still studying the factory.

“Nah. Not the Black Jack style. We prefer knocking on the front door.” Garyll responded with cheeky yet experienced confidence.

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September 8, 2010 5:55:21 PM    View the profile of Skarr 
The group of armed men just milled around talking to each other. And it was all about grav-ball scores. Skarr looked to RAIDERS and Iron Horse, who stood waiting. The armed men had not seen the soldiers yet. They were facing the other way. They were close to a small doorway. Skarr had no idea what may lay behind the door since the mine continued on.

Aw man, Skarr thought absently, The Coruscant Stars lost. He looked at Lucky, who had her hand held up. She was thinking of the best way to solve this situation. Skarr looked back at the men. She better hurry. He could tell from her posture that she was thinking. Her helmet moved slightly back and forth as she looked from the two squads to the armed men. Finally she looked back to the soldiers.

The comm crackled on, "Alright. Mai, Skarr, Atoll, and I are going to take out these men. As silently as possible." Skarr nodded. The four of them moved up quietly. Skarr grabbed a hold of the first man's neck as he heard two stun blasts. Mai had similarly grabbed ahold of the other man's neck.

Skarr began to squeeze off his airflow. The man struggled and tried to break Skarr's hold. The man began to stop flailing.

"Skarr, why don't you just stun them?" Lucky asked. Two of the guards were lying on the ground. Lucky and Atoll had stunned their targets. They would have their information, especially with four guards alive. Atoll was nudging one with his toe.

"In case of other guards," Skarr commented as the man in his arms fell limp to the ground. A small door lay ahead of them. It was made of wood and was latched. Lucky slowly opened the door. It creaked ominously and the squad trained their weapons on the door. But no sudden attack sprang from behind the wooden door. Lucky eased into the room slowly, rifle raised. Skarr was next, rifle raised as well. Tanus sidled in after Skarr, warhammer raised.

The room was small and cramped and only Lucky, Skarr, and Tanus could fit. In the center of the room tied to a chair was a dirty man. His clothing was rumpled and torn in some places. But it was definitely, their Executive Officer Rogueboy. His head was lowered and his eyes were closed. Rogueboy hung limply in his chair as if trying to sleep. His chest rose and fell, asuring them that he was alive.

Skarr slid the knife he was given out of his sheath and cut the ropes that held Rogueboy. It was at that time Rogueboy actually noticed who was in the room. His eyes widened and he grinned. He rose from the chair and stretched, rubbing the spots that the ropes had cut into him.

"Well, about damn time you get here!" Rogueboy exclaimed.
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September 8, 2010 9:08:41 PM    View the profile of Luckystar 
Lucky smiled inside her helmet at the XO. It was good to see him, he could be in better shape but at least he was alive. Without saying a word she passed him a canteen and he drank deeply before handing it back to her with a grateful nod.

"What've we got?" Rogueboy asked no one in particular as they filed out of the room one by one.

"Well, we have four live guards, and a bunch of people hoping to see you alive and well" This was said as they advanced into one of the wider parts of the mine and the two squads were able to see their Executive Officer and reassure themselves that he was alive and in good hands.

A few people came up and started picking up the limp bodies and slinging them over their shoulders before marching out of the mine and emerging into the thick, smelly atmosphere that was Sump.

"This sure is a shitty place to be" Lucky heard Rogueboy mutter as he walked beside her. She silently agreed with him, she would be very happy to get back home and take a long, hot shower and wash off the stench and god knows what kind of impurities had seeped into her body. She hoped that after this mission she wouldn't have to come back to this blasted planet again.

They headed back on course toward where the MOLs were supposed to be located. The two squads proceeded in silence for a while, that is, until one of the stunned men started to stir. Soft muttering could be heard coming from a few of the Troopers. With a motion of her hand Lucky silenced them and signaled for the man to be put on the ground and propped up against a small boulder that was  on the side of the pth they had taken. She was going to take on an aggressive approach to an interrogation she hoped would be short.

As she kneeled in front of the man Tanus stood behind him, his combat knife unsheathed and at the ready. Behind her she could tell that her SL was disapproving with their tactics but at this point, whatever worked would do. When the man started to come around a little more, she began talking.

Through her helmet, she stared at the old man in front of her and smiled slyly "Hey man, you know where I could find a coffee shop or a gift shop around here somewhere? My husband's an avid tea drinker and I heard that the tea from these parts was amazing. how far from here do i have to go to find a shop, d'you know?"

The man, still dazed from being stunned earlier gave her a very confused look. She took the opportunity and jumped to what they were really after. Nodding slightly, Tanus pressed the cool blade against the side of the man's neck.

"You listen here, we need information on where some MOLs are being kept. It is vital that we find it, put into the wrong hands these weapons could potentially kill thousands, maybe millions of individuals and I know that you have some information or else you and your buddies wouldn't have captured the man behind me for nothing" she said as she nodded towards where Rogueboy was standing watching them.

"You don't give me any info and you and your pals will serve as good barbecue for god knows what beasts live on this wretched planet, you give me false information and myself and my buddy here will cut you guys up one by one into tiny pieces while you're still conscious and then feed you to the hellhole beasts here. You give us valid information, we might just let you live a nice and peaceful life. You have up until the count of three to decide."

"One....."

"Two....."

Tanus nicked the man on the neck and caused a thin trickle of blood to stain his clothes, the man was shaky and sweating with cold fear.

"Three...."

"WAIT!" The man shouted just before anyone could inflict any injuries to imself or his comrades. "I'll help you! I'll help you!"
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September 8, 2010 10:30:59 PM    View the profile of Hector_Vandaval 
After arriving at the waypoint with the squad there were new orders coming in from the Squad leader. Town location popping up on his target view screen while looking through his helmet the squad was roughly two clicks away from the distance. Clicks as compared to kilometers. As they had continued there march forward, and walking together some were spread out. Grabbing his weapon in hand and looking out with affirmation towards the target town, Hector had his eyes on the prize. As Hector heard the squad leader give the motion to the squad they moved forward into the town. He had seen civilian contacts while in route giving the response to the Squad Leader Gates and no shots had been heard.

As they replied, Hector took cover with the rest of the squad while embargoed in the town waiting for the civilians to approach. As they continued they suddenly met with both Wraith and Blackjack Squads. Hector watched as the civilians spoke keeping weapon held firmly in guard ready for moments notice and to fire when the squad leader gave the call. There was something about these people Hector felt strange about, and a weapon, armor by his side was probably the safest bet. Tapping the right side of his helmet to thermal scanners he gave the civilians a look over seeing what readings were given off maybe weapons and spectral analysis that could be transferred to the tactical teams.

Hector forwarded the data to Squad Leader Gates after the scan was finished. Suddenly the civilians with there demeanor spoke back to Havock with there rude fashion and cowardness. Looking at the details unfold Hector was given the order to stay down and defend there post while firing on the factory. The civilians were now treated as hostile territory. Weapons off safe mode and blaster rifle set, Hector readied himself scanning the civilians for there next move. Following the squad, Hector heard word of the factory and a order to fire and advance. Taking this to heart and watching the factory ahead he gripped his blaster rifle and began to fire shots with the other squad members seeing a large blast from the side.

Razor, there Heavy Weapons Specialist had fired a simultaneous fire shot with rocket fire into the Factory with both Blackjack and Wraith Squads moving in. Watching this, Hector was amazed, and looked at the blast from the shrapnel coming from the sides of the factory. Pure exhilaration was going through Hector’s mind at the time he could watch the volley as Razor sent the blast into the factory soon Hector would be proficient with the weapons as he had seen demonstrated. They continued there firefight advancing toward the factory while Hector moved with the Blackjack Squad. Gathering with the squad and maintaining weapons readiness he marched with them through the town and eventually making there way to there destination.

Making sure there was no other shots coming from either direction, Hector used his scope on his blaster rifle to scan the area picking up only bugs, animals, or civilians. Using his scope to increase the sight he looked at the civilians from a distance to see there motions, and what unit colors they might have had. These were from far off not paying particular attention to them he entered the data into his pad for future use and made a note about the wildlife and civilian presence on this world. Walking along they were finishing there march to the Factory and had been given resistance along the path. Civilians in closed areas had retaliated against the squads and were having a muster with the Blackjack Squad. Eventually they had moved to the front entrance Hector moving with the Squad and Squad Leaders taking aim and with defensive stance.
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September 9, 2010 12:35:08 AM    View the profile of Jamasis 
"I hate going in the rear," said Jamasis.

"Why?"

"Because of how it sounds."

Wraith were maneuvring around to the back of the burntout factory, whilst continually scanning the area around them for any kind of civilians or creatures. There seemed to be way too many obstacles on this planet, and personally Jamasis was getting tired of new threats constantly appearing.

So now you have to deal with a changing squad, missing MOL's, mutated freaks, your own suicidal tendencies-

I'm not that bad...

as well as hostile... you don't even know who they are. Except they look local, and that just makes every civilian a possibly enemy.

So your logic is?

You have problems.

I knew that already.

And on top of that, you've become so obsessed you never think of your time before the army.

Is that unreasonable?

It is when you have a fair few good experiences, and the bad ones only helped you.


Was that true? Maybe. But that wasn't the point, the point was the factory which probably still had some enemy resistance inside. It was damaged but the structure seemed okay, which basically meant no or reduced cover if anyone was in there. If they were clever, they would simply shoot wraith as they entered. Hopefully they weren't.

"How are we doing this Aeos?"

"No different from how you would expect. We both go in at the same time, as quick as possible, and clear out any initial resistance before heading into the building," the squad leader replied.

Jamasis then moved over to talk to the newest edition to the squad, a barabel.

"And please try not to get shot again."

"Is it possible to not hit me?" In fairness, Jamasis was having to look up pretty far to talk to the barabel, and the white stormtrooper armour looked like a target.

"Okay, fair point. But if you are going to get shot, at least stand in the front. You seem to be able to take a hit."

"Seem?" he gestured at his fried armour. Jamasis only nodded. They had reached the rear entrance and were getting ready to go in. Jamasis checked his rifle ammunition, then aimed it at the entrance. The rest of the squad did the same.

"Garryll, we're ready. Are you?" asked Aeos.

"Ready. We go in on three," came the reply.
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September 9, 2010 1:05:05 AM    View the profile of Tanus Solvona 
It was cool, dark and dry. The only light shining was the light from the headlamps of RAIDERS and Iron Horse squad as they all stood guard around the prisoners they had just taken. The only conscious one, an old man that looked to be in his early 60s, sat huddles, whimpering under the glare of the armored soldiers. Tanus slowly resheathed his knife and crouched down so he came eye to eye with the old man. He edged his head in closer towards the old man’s, his faceplate reflecting the fear back into the quivering old codger. He tried to back away, but muscle control escaped him; he was helpless. Tanus stared into the old man’s eyes: they were gray and dulled with age. They had seen much in their lifetime. Hopefully they would live to see more. That are depends on what you have to tell me now, doesn’t it? Tanus let his arm fall towards his sidearm, a DL-77 blaster pistol. The old man looked down at it, pure, abject terror streaked across his face.

“Now,” Tanus said, his voice even but steely. “What exactly do you have to tell me?”

Tanus could not tell if the old man was literally frozen with fear or decided to have one last act of defiance, but no words left his withered, cracked lips. Tanus scowled; he was so close to getting out of this accursed mine. He was not about to let one scared old man impede that. He stood back up and looked around: The prisoners were set off in a corner, guarded by Skarr and Atoll, their weapons in a firm and ready grip. Tanus commended that; it paid to be ready. I bet no one will be ready for this. Tanus walked over to the pile of prisoners, picking up one by the collar and roughly pulling him out of the pile. He dragged the body across the ground, letting it scrape and break across the rocks beneath it. He let he body fall in front of the old man. The old man gazed down at his limp and unconscious comrade; the hope in his eyes was fleeting. Tanus smiled under his helmet. That’s it. Just like that. Tanus aimed the blaster squarely at the head of the unconscious man. He looked to the old man, tilting his head as he did so.

“So here’s the deal. You either give me the information I need, which you seemed more than willing to give up earlier, or I blow a hole through your friend’s head so large you could fit one of the rocks from this damned tunnel in its place. Now, since both you and I know that you don’t want to see him dead, just tell me what I need to know, and we’ll be on our way.”

Tanus watched the old man intently. Sweat rolled off his brow as the light from the headlamps started to blind him. As the seconds ticked on and on, the old man said nothing. He only… sat there, shaking, terrified. Tanus sighed as he looked down at the unconscious man.

“That’s a real shame. He didn’t have to die. All you had to do was talk. Oh well. Such is life.”

Tanus pulled the trigger, illuminating the tunnel in a red light. The blaster bolt flew from the barrel to the man’s head in an instant, burning flesh, skull and hair away. The acrid smell of burning flesh filled the air as black smoke rose from the rather large hole in the back of the dead man’s head. Tanus looked over to the stunned troopers guarding the other prisoners.

“Gimme another one. He has three more chances before he’s up at bat with Mr. Blaster.”

As Skarr and Atoll slowly went to grab for another body, the old man jumped where he sat, almost, as if into consciousness. He started sobbing instantaneously, looking at the body of his once comrade in arms lying at his feet, a burning hole where the back of his skull, and for that matter a portion of his face, used to be. Finally he began to calm himself down enough to speak. Tanus knelt down to get to his level, looking him square in the eye once more.

“See? That wasn’t so hard was it?”

“Go to hell, swine.”

Tanus mock recoiled at the insult. He came back quickly, keeping his blaster pistol in hand.

“Ouch. Now as much as hurt me, I really do have other things to be doing. Now what information do you have for me?”

The old man cleared his throat as if to speak. Instead, however, he spit on Tanus’ faceplate. Tanus sort of sat there for a moment, not quite stunned and not quite surprised; he just accepted it. He wiped it off with his gloved hand, then at the old man. He then wiped his glove on the old man’s face, smearing it with his own saliva. Tanus, of course, smiled.

“There. That was yours. Now, information. You have it, I want it. Go.”

The old man sighed as he wiped his nose on the back of his sleeve; all it did was rub the dirt on his face around, making it look that much worse. He cleared his throat once more, and as Tanus prepared for a new spittle salvo, he was surprised to hear the man speak in clear, even tones.

“There is a listening post not too far from here, to the east. All I know is that there are some Faction supporters there. It has been so long since I kept up with the new movements. All I can tell you is that there is a listening post somewhere to the east. It’s your damned job to find it. That is of course provided you make it out of here alive.”

Tanus nodded his head and stood back up, arching his back and flipping the blaster pistol to stun. As he uprighted himself, he aimed square at the old man’s chest and fired. He fell limp, quiet and unconscious to the ground. Tanus reset the blaster to full power and holstered it, bringing his Z7 to bear. He opened up the squad comm and gave orders.

“I’ll take point with Kira. Keep Rogue to the center of the group; keep a guard on him at all times. Better yet, someone give him one of their blasters and some ammo. Rifleman keep to the center and rear for fire support. Combat engineers, watch for any structural abnormalities; I don’t want this thing coming down on my head. Move out.”
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September 9, 2010 3:42:55 AM    View the profile of Chunkeekong 
"Ready. We go in on three," Said Garryll into his comm device, motioning for his squad to take up positions in front of the doorway. Wraith had already taken up position in the back, now they just needed to breach the structure, and lay down anyone who was inside. Wiping his furry brow, Kit was surprised to find sweat beading on his fuzzy head. Shaking it off he raised his gun to port arms, deciding it would be better to go in with a gun on this one.

"Alright ladies and gents! Ya'll ready for this?" Garryll called out? Getting a chorus of affirmatives in various ways. "One!. . .Two!. . .Three!" Garryll counted down, bringing his hand down in one quick motion as he said three, indicating for everyone to follow him in.

Kit was third in the door, After Garryll and Razor. Entering the door Kit moved off to the left, Checking the small alcove that was beside the entrance. His Squad Leader had taken the middle route, and Razor had checked the right hand side of the entrance room. "Clear!" Called Kit, hearing a loud affirmative from Razor as well.

A series of blaster shots echoed from the direction the Boss man had ran off. Running down the hallway the Wookiee Skidded to halt beside Razor, bringing his rifle to bear. Garryll was Busy finishing off what appeared to be a rather furious boxing match with one of the civilians.

"Contact on the stairs!" Razor yelled, raising his gun and firing up the stairs at the two men that had appeared. Ducking under his squad mates gun Kit moved to his Squad Leaders side as Garryll cracked the civilian along the jaw with a mighty right hook. Bending down to scoop up the new rifle he he held it out to the Human as the rest of Blackjack swarmed into the room, forcing the men up the stairs to retreat.

"Nice hit Boss," Kit growled over the mic, his gun raised to aim up the stairs as Garryll took his rifle, shaking his head, "but maybe you want to leave the arm ripping off to us Wookiees eh?" This elicited a few chuckles out of Blackjack.

"Can it Kit, we got hostiles to deal with yet!" Said the Squad Leader. "Razor, toss them a few house warming gifts would you?" You could almost hear Razor smiling as he pulled a few grenades off his belt, popping them up the stairs. "Fire in the hole!" he yelled.

The concussion blast in the small space would have been enough to knock out a Rancor, never mind a couple of humans. Garryll Motioned up the stairs, letting Kit take the lead for the moment. Rushing up the stairs Kit steadied himself, crouching behind what appeared to have once been a crate of some kind. Hector was up next, with the rest of Blackjack following behind them.

Kit could feel the adrenaline flying through his body now as he sighted down the end of his gun, his nerves and senses alive with input as he waited for something to move down the way. He wondered how Wraith was doing on their side of the facility, having almost forgotten about them in the heat of the moment.
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September 9, 2010 1:17:00 PM    View the profile of Jamasis 
"One!. . .Two!. . .Three!" ordered Garryll over the comms.

Wraith moved into the rear entrance, designed for movement of large goods and resulting in a large open space at first. The squad looked around, expecting some resistance but finding none.

"Split up, Nightowl, Jennabelle and Smilez you're with me. Quillia and Khalldryn go with Jamasis. You go left, we're going right," commanded Aeos.

The squad moved quickly, pointing their guns and looking for hostiles that just didn't seem to be there. Shots could be heard from the far side of the building.

Maybe they're all round the front? thought Jamasis. They moved deeper inside, moving as fast as they could without finding anything.

"Aeos, I can't find anything over here," said Jamasis.

"Nothing over here. I heard Blackjack go upstairs though," came the reply.

"Right, I'll go up as well. Wonder why they only guarded the front?"

"Jamasis, Aeos, wait!" shouted Jennabelle, "They're upstairs. Anyone left. But they're not hiding or anything, it's a trap. They must have guessed we'd go in the front and back. The people in the front were bait, to get some of us to rush upstairs. Then, they must be prepared."

"I won't ask how you figured it out this time. It usually just makes my head hurt. So what do we do?"

"Jennabelle?" asked Aeos.

"Well we have to get up there in a way they won't expect. Couple of ways to do that, then once we're up take out anyone or anything up there as quickly as we can. Biggest threats first." was the answer.

"Sounds good to me," said Jamasis, and Aeos replied the same way.

"Hey Wraiths, little help here? We're pinned down, a repeating blaster with a load of ammunition, plus fifteen to twenty hostiles, two snipers. We'll be massacred if we move. So, uh, help!" came Garryll's voice over the comm. Jamasis just shook his head. How did Jennabelle manage it?

"We're coming, just got to find a way up that isn't the stairs," said Jamasis.

"I don't think we'll be too quick though!" shouted the barabel from the previous room.

"What is it?"

"Dozen or so hostiles, various guns, poor condition. Just enough to keep us occupied for a while."

"There are three of us, that's more than enough. What about Aeos?"

"They're not splitting, maybe they think we stayed in one group."

"Which means they'll almost certainly come for us. Okay, any cover you can find, aim through the doorway. I'll shoot them as soon as I can see them, bring them into here. Just have to hold long enough for Aeos to assault their rear. Go."

Quillia found some disused storage containers to stand behind, and Jamasis followed. The barabel, Khalldryn maybe, couldn't seem to find anywhere large enough so had to crouch next to the containers for slight protection.

"Okay, I can see them. Ready?" Quillia and Khalldryn both nodded. Jamasis aimed down his sights then shot the lead hostile in the chest from four rooms away. Quillia also began firing, but Khalldryn seemed to be too big for precise aiming. He held the rifles like large pistols and simply pointed them in the general direction of the enemy. Within seconds, they began returning fire. Jamasis hid behind cover as blaster bolts began to pepper the wall behind him. Three down, nine to go... he thought to himself.

He quickly stood, fired a quick burst, then ducked down again. He didn't hit anyone, but they seemed to be in the next room along now.

"Khalldryn, when they come through the door fire as many shots as you can." Two seconds later blaster fire erupted from his twin rifles, and a frantic scrambling could be heard to move away from the killing zone. Jamasis stood again, then lightly threw a grenade into the next room. A scramble could be heard, an explosion, then one or two moans of pain. Before Jamasis had fired another shot the rest of the squad appeared and quickly took care of the survivors.

"Garryll, just had some problems of our own. Sit tight, we'll be there in a minute."

"So generous. We're still being hammered if you hadn't forgotten."

Aeos spoke next. "So Jennabelle, any ideas? Or do we have to do this one ourselves?"

Jennabelle just smiled.
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September 9, 2010 6:00:36 PM    View the profile of Skarr 
A flash of red illuminated Skarr's vision. Tanus had pulled the trigger and killed one of their hostages. He stared in awe at the body. Never would he be able to do that. He guessed that was what you learned when you had been in Osk for so long.

Skarr snapped back to the present. He walked along side of Rogue, who had taken Skarr's blaster pistol. Skarr was glad that their XO was alright. Rogueboy was walking briskly, he seemed to be doing better now that he was out of the chair and actually moving.

The mine stretched further on. Skarr wondered if it actually led to the listening post. His HUD diplayed that they were heading east. Now that they were further into the mine; Skarr saw that it wasn't a reinforced as the other parts. The mine didn't have the appearance of anyone actually moving through in years. Sump was one big dump all around. Everything was in disrepair.

Skarr looked down at his armor, which was coated in a layer of dust. This planet was one of the worst he had ever been on. He enjoyed worlds that were quiet and uncluttered, but there was no peace to be had here. The winds howled on this planet, kicking up dust and trash. Puddles of unknown sludge pocked the planet. The squads continued to walk on.

Tanus and Kira conversed slowly at the front of the group. Skarr figured they were talking about the remaining parts of their mission. He checked his HUD. They were still some ways away from the listening post. The mine tunnel began to branch off into different tunnels. Skarr nervously looked down each tunnel. He didn't like the idea of those tunnels.

Iron Horse and RAIDERS was tense. They didn't like the tunnels either. Skarr's HUD showed him that they were nearing the listening outpost.

A hoarse voice came from one of the tunnels, "Who are you?" Iron Horse and RAIDERS whipped around to find a man of about thirty, dressed in armor and brandishing a weapon, walking towards them.
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September 10, 2010 3:08:38 PM    View the profile of Atoll 
Talohn whirled around, pistol already in hand as he aimed it at the man's skull, milliseconds before the rest of the squads turned quickly and did the same. The man didn't budge an inch, although he knew that his life was now forfeit. Even if he attacked, he would be dead before he hit the floor. But he looked far from battle-ready. His eyes were darting left and right, seeking some unseen foe. His voice, from what little he had said, was hoarse, either naturally or by screaming. The man looked half-mad.

"W-who are you?" He repeated. The man's hands caressed his weapon idly as he swayed softly. IH and RAIDERs glanced at each other, wondering who should speak. It was silently agreed that Tanus do the talking. He stepped forward.

"You first."

"I... I can't think..." The man quivered slightly.

Tanus sighed quietly. "What happened to you?" He asked.

At the question, the man went rigid. He stopped swaying and his eyes flew wide open. "M-my men. All dead. Dead." He said softly, yet quickly. "Killed. Murdered. Mutilated. Shadows. Shadows in the dark." The man began mouthing 'shadows' over and over, staring quietly towards the floor. Tanus sighed again.

"The listening post. What do you know about it?"

The man stopped. "Listening post? Listening post... No, no listening post. Only death." Now he started mouthing 'death' over and over, replacing his previous word. Tanus turned back to the squad.

"He's no use. He's mad."

"And apparently something killed his squad." Lucky said.

"Hmph, probably just a local gang. He's mad. 'Shadows' are probably all he remembers."

"I still don't like it though." Lucky replied.

But the man suddenly began talking again before the RAIDERs SL could answer. "You... Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Tha--"

"You?! You killed my men?! I'll kill you!!" The man foolishly whipped out a pistol from his waist. Before he could raise it any higher than his stomach, he was punctured by several bolts as they pierced through his delicate flesh. Tanus glanced at the body before turning and moving ahead. Everyone followed, albeit a few moments after. Talohn sighed. More death. First, the prisoner and now that crazed man. Talohn was still mulling over the past events. The madman, he could understand. They probably just put him out of his misery. But the prisoner...

On the exterior, Talohn was his usual stony self. Silence personified. On the interior, however, he was fuming with anger, mostly with Tanus. How could he do that?! He killed that prisoner in cold blood! More killing. Everywhere he looked there was killing! Back home, there was killing for money. On the numerous planets he wandered to, there was killing for food or pleasure. He did not join to Stormtrooper Corps to kill. He could have been a bounty hunter or an assassin for that. No, he had joined to save lives, not destroy them. He had gone over this point millions of times in his head since joining. It was his penance. And now, the piles of bodies rose higher and higher. The rational part of his brain told him it was necessary, it was necessary to get the intel about the listening post. But the rest of him told himself that it was unnecessary. They could have stunned him! And fooled the man.

"But", his rational side reasoned with him, "he wouldn't have fallen for it."

"It doesn't matter! He didn't need to die!"
He waited a few moments for a response.

"Fool" was all he received. He knew he should control his emotions. And he would try. Although, try was exactly the word. Talohn returned from his thoughts to reality. He could see the listening post ahead, but could not see anyone occupying it. Of course, that didn't mean that no one was here. Just that they were concealed. Or further in.

Talohn signalled to the rest of the group, receiving acknowledging nods.

"Snipers, find a perch and cover us." Tanus said quickly. "Everyone else, advance slowly and keep in cover. They're here somewhere."
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