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December 19, 2010 7:44:35 PM    View the profile of Valthir 
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The new arrival -RK- took up position in the line as the miners drew even closer. As an order was shouted -to shoot- from somewhere to his left, Valthir mentally reviewed his options. To shoot or not to shoot. That is the question. The miners are more or less unarmored and aren’t even armed with guns. We have SCOPE armor and guns. This really isn’t fair. Not fair at all. By that time, he had made up his decision not to shoot, which actually didn’t matter that much as the miners had just reached the line and pushed it back a few feet.

The field was even now. Hand-to-hand combat. Here, they had a slight advantage through their hammers and some equipment that seemed to be pitchforks, though the troopers, ARCS, and commandos still had their armor.

The miners forced the line back a few feet, but then were forced back themselves as the line rebounded back. As the line lurched forwards, Valthir singled out a miner directly in front of him and aimed a vicious overhead swing at the miner’s head, sending him into unconsciousness. Even before the limp body began to fall, Valthir had switched to another target and began to attack. Quickly, the fight devolved into a brutal fight to the death. The miners just wouldn’t give up. Valthir didn’t even attempt to select his targets anymore, he just swung at any miner without prejudice. The entire time, he was slipping through the surging mass of bodies like water, dodging this way and that, avoiding nearly every strike aimed at him. Agilely, he danced through dueling pairs swinging both his gun and fists. To Valthir, his perception of time was slowed down, allowing him to focus on both throwing shots and dodging them.

A miner leaped, aiming to tackle him. Falling backwards, he landed on his back and stuck his feet up, catching the miner just below his chest. Pumping his legs, he lifted the miner up and sent him flying into the crowd. Valthir, continuing to roll backwards, tucked his legs close and came up on his legs, standing up quickly just as a hammer struck the ground exactly where his head had just been. Quickly, he lashed out with a kick that landed precisely on the miner’s elbow, forcing it to bend and retract, drawing the hand off of the hammer. Quickly, Valthir snatched it up and swung it at the miner, catching him in the shoulder. He winced as he both felt and heard something snap, and the miner spun away, howling with pain.

With a quick spin, Valthir made sure the area was clear, and allowed himself a moment of rest.
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December 19, 2010 9:01:24 PM    View the profile of Havock 
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Havock jerked to her right to avoid a pickaxe that instead slammed into the crystal wall behind her. The impact sent cracks like spiderwebs through the transparent rock. Havock grabbed the mans shoulder then pounded her fist into his chest under his arm pit with the opposite arm. The man forgot about his axe and he collapsed to the floor in a coughing heap cradling his burning lungs.

She jumped over the man and pushed Bright down before a hammer wielding woman flanked her from behind. The hammer swooped wildly and caught the other miner that Brightstar had been focusing on right in the jaw. The man screamed and took several steps back before collapsing. Havock punched the stunned woman then caught her with a knee to the gut which sent her to the ground as well.

"Rain, you okay?" Havock touched the woman's shoulder then recoiled when she flinched under the soft pressure.

"What the hell was that all about?" Bright shrugged off any assistance and rose to her feet looking immediately for another target to hit.

Havock studied the red head for a moment then grabbed her forearm. "Rain, don't make stupid mistakes because you're angry. That's my thing, and there can only be one of me in a squad. Not to mention you will send Karash back to the crazy house if he notices."

The words probably came out harsher than intended as she had to yell over all the noises. RAIDERS and ARC were actively engaged in hand to hand combat with the miners with the random rifle firing if they had range and a clear shot. The three squads of commandos were in position to the rear and preventing any farther flanking or escaping.

"I'm getting sick of you treating me like I'm an idiot, Ayme." Bright pushed past her squad leader and started whaling on a random miner.

A few of the miners began a retreat back into the darkness that was the mine itself. The squad and ARC team still had their hands full with the remaining workers though. Something had possessed them to keep fighting even against what at this point had to be obviously unbeatable odds. Havock fully intended on getting down into that mine and finding out what that was.

"Come on guys we need to subdue these guys and get into that damn mine." Havock yelled over the comm then took off after a group of miners that decided to gang up on Grahim.
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December 19, 2010 10:28:11 PM    View the profile of Valthir 
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Valthir had long since foregone his gun, choosing to sling it over his shoulder, for the stopping power of dual wielding a pair of hammers. Both hammers were slightly on the large side, which made them excellent weapons for bashing in skulls. As he dashed through the rapidly thinning mob of miners, he lashed out here and there, not even checking to make sure he was actually striking something.

He was a madman, a maniac. The face under the helmet was deceptively calm, and his mind was on the same track. That was a direct contrast to his appearance on the outside. His armor, streaked with the blood and brain matter of various deceased miners, gave him a horrific look that actually made most miners going up against him have second thoughts, but only for a moment because the miners rarely lasted much longer than that, when faced up against the dual hammers.

And the miners, large in number less than five minutes before, were now whittled down to a mere few. One such miner was in the process of getting his arse handed to him by Havock.

He had obviously been fighting hard for a little while, because his punches were slow and sluggish, which made him an easy target to a capable fighter such as Havock. Despite this, even the best could be surprised, which was exactly what happened when she dispatched the miner, only to be tackled from out of nowhere by another miner. Before she could get to her feet, the miner had regained his footing and was the in the process of raising his pickaxe for an overhead strike right to Havock’s upper body. Valthir had noticed this and crossed the distance, just as the miner began his swing. Thinking quickly, Valthir swung both hammers towards the miner, both hammers coming in from opposite sides. They met right in the spot where the miner’s head was.

He didn’t even feel it. One moment he was standing over the woman in obvious triumph; the next moment, he was dead, his head caved in. The two hammers met the soft tissue and brittle skull, and continued on, not even slowing down. The miner’s skull, shattered by the double strike, fell apart. Valthir grimaced as the corpse slumped back against him, a fresh smear of blood and brain matter appearing on his chest plate. Stepping to the side to let the body fall, he leaned down and extended a hand towards his fallen Squad Leader, who hesitated a moment before taking it.
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  RE: HSC 2010 story: Shatterpoint
December 19, 2010 11:17:59 PM    View the profile of Brightstar 
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Bright growled under her breath. She still wasn't sure about Havock. Hell she was completely unsure about this whole squad, but what really pissed her off more than not being able to remember anything of the past few years, was Havock trying to save her everytime she appeared to be in trouble.

She slammed her fist into one miner's eye and watched him drop to the ground and quickly recover. She found that frustrating as well. What the hell had happened to all of her strength. Was it because of what had happened? She gritted her teeth and kicked the man viciously. Why couldn't she remember?

"Bright behind you!" That voice did not belong to Havock. In fact it was the only voice that she recognized with any certainty.

She spun quickly and then ducked the pointed end of a particularly sharp pick. A shiver ran up her spine at the image that played in her mind. Havock was right, Bright couldn't afford to get angry at the moment, or she'd get herself killed. She brought her foot up and planted it squarely in the miner's chest. Even though it was not easy to hear at the moment Bright thought she heard the distinct cracking of ribs. It was almost satisfying; it would have been if she had been her hardened veteran self. Bright grimaced and breathed an apology to the downed miner and turned to survey the rest of the area.

Havock was being helped up by...."Who the hell is that?" She muttered. She found herself surprisingly calm considering the trooper was covered in blood and brain tissue.

"Don't know, I'm sure glad to see you though." Bright turned to face the taller man. "And after the stories I've heard lately I'm glad that you are up and on your feet."

Bright scowled at that and mulled over an answer while the rest of RAIDERS recovered and regrouped with their ARC counterparts. Finally she sighed, "RK I am just glad that I actually remember you."

RK tilted his head slightly and then patted Bright's shoulder before walking off to report to Havock. After a few moments they were moving again, though Havock had made sure that Bright was within at least three steps of her. A fact that didn't go unnoticed by the red head.
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  RE: HSC 2010 story: Shatterpoint
December 20, 2010 10:33:46 AM    View the profile of Karash 
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The fight was over; it had finished just as quickly as it had started. Upon looking around the ‘battlefield’ Karash could see a number of bodies face down on the crystal floor, some could have been sleeping but others were obviously dead. Still looking for any signs of RAIDERS causalities he noticed that all of the corpses were miners, they could not have hoped to win against fully armoured soldiers; it was suicide.

“It’s a miracle.” Karash said with an air of disbelief.

“What?” Grahim asked quizzically.

“None of us have died or been seriously injured!” Suppressing a laugh Karash continued, “I would have thought at least Havock or Bright would have gotten injured,” Looking at Valthir “apart from the fact he looks like he has been through an abattoir we are fine.” A temporary sense of pride rushed over Karash.

“Well I wouldn’t get too happy, they may not have been well prepared but they did not give up and I’m betting there are more them.” Havock stated, removing any sense of relief that Karash had had. “We need to keep moving, some of the commandos can stay here to clean this up and the rest of us need to find with the rest of them.”

“You heard the Lieutenant, let’s move.” The ARC commander ordered.   

‘This is going to end badly, you may have survived this time but there was only a few of them with no real weapons. There will be more of them ahead and they are going to be better prepared, this is going to end badly’ Not wanting to listen to the inner monologue that was his mind, Karash turned his attention to his surroundings. The previous battlefield was now out of sight and every so often there would be a rumbling from further down the tunnel, there was now a definite sense of dread coming from group. The tunnel was also widening the further down they marched; this was likely to be because they had entered the area that was being mined. ‘What is that?’ A noise had startled him, ‘don’t you start getting paranoid.’    

“Halt!” The ARC commander shouted. “That noise, it’s too close.”

He was right, there were the distinct rumblings of machinery coming from the not too far distance and it was gradually getting louder. Just as before there was a distinct silence as the group waited to see what was there, each scanning franticly for the thing that was making that noise.  The noise got louder and louder and then the silence, that seemed to be impenetrable, was shattered.

“Move!” Karash was not sure who had said it or whether it was his own mind but he and the rest of the group all dove in different directions.

A sudden roar and a flash of light came from the shadows, following that was another group of miners that looked significantly better prepared than last time, charging right at them. ‘I told you this would end badly.’
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December 20, 2010 12:06:08 AM    View the profile of Grahim 
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Grahim really didn't like hand-to-hand combat because he were always the one people ganged up on even if they didn't see that he were an alien, it had to do with his luck. Sometimes he had a good squad that could come and save the him but he had to save them as many times as they had saved him.

The squad always had trouble keeping out of trouble it didn't matter if they had highly trained personal in their squad everyone either got hurt or crazy in some cases both. The one that had to pay the toll for the squads uncaring nature was the squad medic. But Grahim knew that Karash would be unnecessary if they worked as a normal squad so no one complained except for Karash.

Grahim realized that he had drifted away in thought as they walk down the crystal mine. He started to mutter to himself as Havock started to yell out orders Grahim realized that they had come to a crossroad there were two paths they could walk down. Havock decided that Grahim, Valthir and She would take the path to the right, meanwhile RK, Bright, Beta and Karash would go to the left. The ARC squad leader said that he and two others would go with Bright and the other three would go with Havock and would be put under her command until they regrouped.

Grahim liked this cavern more because here there were more dirt in the crystal so it were harder to see right through them. But it would make it easier for any attackers to hide before the attack and because the group were split it would be a harder fight if they met more crazed miners. But then again they were wearing armour, they had combats knife and more importantly they had machine guns.

Grahim liked that for once they were actually using real weapons instead of laser, it felt as it were more power in moving objects than in concentrated light. The cavern felt as it went in circles that went down wards towards some kind of either base or core. He wondered if the other squad felt the same.
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December 20, 2010 1:46:25 PM    View the profile of CassusBlack 
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“KEEP MOVING! DO NOT STOP MOVING!”


The loud cry echoed over the com system in Cassus' ear as he followed closely behind Jeg and the other members of Wraith Squad, his weapon held in his hands, in a position that made it quick and easy to raise and fire it, in case any Republic soldiers decided to get out of hand. Before he knew it, the group had stopped momentarily, and Jeg's and Mai's conversation was heard over everyone's headsets.


“No other choice.”


Cassus nodded his head from the back of the group, they needed to clear the entire bunker in order for the mission to be successful, they needed to get the troops in – and Wraith was leading the charge inside, moving up through enemy firing positions. Hiding behind cover, all Cassus could hear was the arguments about how it was suicide to take out the entrenched anti-armor position, letting out a small sigh, Cassus quickly pulled the small launcher off his back, sliding one of the rounds on his belt into the launch. “Fire in the hole!” Cassus yelled, quickly turning around cover, firing the launcher from over his shoulder, the loud whistle of the weapon quickly dampening as if flew out of the small tube, making a loud and powerful explosion as it cracked against of the anti-armor emplacement. Quickly tucking himself back in cover, Cassus slid the tube back over his shoulder. As quickly as they had stopped, Cassus and the rest of Wraith squad was rushing up into the now heavily damaged position, Hond was the first one – and by the time Cassus had made it in, the troops were laying on the floor, and Hond was... enjoying a cigarette? Shaking his head, Cassus lowered his rifle, holding it in just his right hand as he examined the room, smokey debris, along with the stains of blood, covered the floor, obviously Hond had been to work, but – in a time like this, a smoke break?


Watching Jeg take care of Hond, Cassus nodded his head, he barely moved, but it was obvious that Jeg wasn't someone to fool around with, he didn't want to be here as much of the next guy, but it was his duty. As Mai handed out her orders, he heard her list the fire teams, Cassus was to stick with Jag, along with Atoll and Baptiste. That was, until Jeg had requested Hond, also – then there were five of them, total.


Standing around in the group of them, Cassus looked around the lifeless faces of the stormtrooper helmets, so alike, so uniform; that was the life of the trooper, everyone was the same, everyone was uniform. Letting out a small sigh, Cassus quickly looked down to his rifle, pulling out the clip from the bottom of the rifle, examining the rounds inside the clip for a moment, before slowly sliding it into the bandolier on his right hip, pulling out another clip and jamming it into the bottom, pulling back the charging handle, hearing a fresh round enter the chamber... he would be ready for whatever was to come. “Alright, so – what are we doing?” He said, his deep voice going over the com system for the first time for the mission, he wasn't ever much of a talker, and just wanted to get off this crystal planet, hopefully not in  bag.

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December 20, 2010 6:17:58 PM    View the profile of Havock 
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The passage narrowed to the point where the group had to squeeze in single file to make their way to the core of the mine. It was a strange sensation but Havock could swear they were going up rather than down. The passage curved and she could see the dim light get brighter as the passage widened leading to an opening.

"Wesa almost out, thankee goodness."

Havock couldn't turn her head to look back at the gungan. "Don't like small spaces Grahim?" She thought about slowing down even more just to mess with her long time squadmate but decided against that kind of behavior. She knew quite a few people in her life that would give her a whap on the head for just thinking such things in her position.

"Thisen Hessen smells like he's rotten gooberfish."

"Hey!" Valthir twisted causing the butt of his rifle to hit the crystal wall.

"Not youssen."

Havock sighed, "okay that's enough. Let's cut the chatter we are coming to an opening."

The tight path finally released the troopers from their constraints to reveal a crystal outcropping over the mine itself. Havock looked down through the clear crystal beneath her feet and had to fight the urge to cling to something. She felt like she was floating a split second before she would fall, but the clear rock prevented such a disaster. She blinked the sweat out of her eyes and examined the mine farther.

It was a large open area they had emerged above. Five, possibly six large mining drills were set up near the walls, and a large number of miners started to congregate now equipped with mining lasers. They started to take defensive positions against an attack. Havock backed up slowly to the dim entrance she had just came out of to activate her comm.

"Commander, you have a number of bogey's waiting for you at the end of that cavern. Be on alert, we have you covered from above." She clicked off her comm and nodded to the others in her group. "You heard me, take positions but don't tip them off that we are up here until the others make it through that cave."

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1(on the ledge): Grahim, Valthir, Havock, Skarr, 3 ARC troopers
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December 20, 2010 8:10:43 PM    View the profile of Beta40 
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It was mostly silent if you don’t count the odd comment as the group moved through the cavern. It was about ten feet wide and the group traveled in their own two smaller groups, the ARCs traveled in front with the RAIDERS members behind.

“Better the ARCs get shot first,” Beta mumbled to himself as the ARC lead checked the corner as he usually did when they hit one. Soon the group heard the faint echoes of footsteps in the distance and everyone seemed to slow down, each one taking their next step more cautiously than the previous. Quickly after Beta spotted out a few silhouettes in around the next corner and stopped. Karash watched Beta take out his rifle then Beta pointed it out. Soon the whole group had noticed the beings and everyone had their rifles out and was in a braced position. The silhouettes turned out to be a few miners and the instant that they noticed they quickly picked them off. There was a few muffled coughs from the silenced rifles and the miners dropped down. It was followed shortly after by the sound of the shells against the ground and the small amounts of smoke rising up from the guns. The group continued on and within a few seconds a fourth miner appeared around the corner, startled. The miner fired off a shot at the group and then realized that it wasn’t a smart idea and took off into the distance.

“They sent frakkin’ scouts,” someone shouted out into the com.

“Let’s get ‘im before he gives away that we’re here,” someone else said back.

And with that they started running after the scout miner who was running off into the distance with only a few shots that the group could get in before he could turn the next corner. After a short distance of chasing the scout they found themselves in a room full of angry miners.

“They don’t look too happy to see us,” one of the ARC troopers pointed out.

“Thanks for that Captain Obvious,” Beta commented as they got ready for a fight.
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December 20, 2010 11:18:34 PM    View the profile of Saphira Striker 
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Things needed to move, and now. Without finishing their objective, others were going to suffer. Saphira growled as another stray shot grazed her left shoulder.  Gifting her another  mark on her armor. Raising her SCOPE, Saphira eyed a quick target and shot off a few. One hitting their mark as the enemy tried about took out one of their Scouts.

"Thanks." He replied.

"Anytime. Just hurry it up."


Where is the other Scout? She thought as they gained more ground. Coming up the a large carved out  building that blended in to the surroundings.  They hadn't been more then a few minutes from where they started.  It seemed almost like hours as they ran along. Almost there, as one of the scouts engaged with two Republic soldiers. One brandishing a knife  in one had as his weapon lay on the ground  in pieces.


Running forward Madman engaged and grappled one man from behind. Quickly, he twisted the neck and snapped it like a twig with a crack. Licking her lips, the twi'lek  watched as the other was taken out just as quickly when something flashed in the sky and hit the Trooper in the head. Going down hard as they realized there was another Sniper, if not the same one.

"SNIPER!! Move it. Now!" Saphira yelled as they slide to cover. "Damn. We're almost there."


"I thought the one of the Scouts was taking care of it." Someone asked.

"He's either dead or something has him stuck. Could be more then one sniper."  MadMan suggested.

"I'll take that second one. However, we're stuck. We can't go back even if we wanted to." Replying with slight venom.  Not only they couldn't, but the Sniper(s) were watching them. I really hope the others are doing as well as we are. It was pure luck they had gotten this far. Defying the enemy of easy kills however, that was different.  With a cuss, they pushed forward again. Being greeted with more fire as another shot came from far off.  Had MadMan not moved an inch, he would have been shot.  With all the fire in front of them, they couldn't keep track of the Sniper.


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Skiff moved silently along the rocks. The Scout stopped only once when he saw the quick flash. Giving away the position. Tapping the side of his helm, his binoculars homed in. Small readouts  scanning the crystal formation and the very slight movement of the Sniper.

"Perfect." Whispering his thoughts as he drew up his own weapon. Not more then two-hundred feet Skiff  moved to a slightly better angle and waited for the perfect moment. His finger laying on the trigger and pulled it every so gently...

He watched as the man took the hit, stumbled and fell off his hiding place. If the shot hadn't killed him, then the fall surly will. Adding to the pile ups of the dead, he scratched one off and went to the Sniper position. Scoping out the layout, he saw  his group was in trouble and one already dead.  Skiff  chewed on a lower lip and  did a quick scan. Finding two other Snipers that were all strategically in place. No side would be safe. With ease, the Scout used the sniper and took  the other's off their roosts.  Only then did he look down and pulled the trigger....



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Saphira  pulled off two more rounds before sliding over and  knocking out another Republic trooper, when, one went down off to her side that she hadn't seen.

"Whoever did that, thanks!" She called out.

"Wasn't me." MadMan shouted. 


She was about to ask who did it when another two soldiers went down. Heads turning up they all cheered and rushed to their goal. It was a sudden plot of dead as they mowed through.  Glade one of their own was  watching from above as someone threw a FlashBang.

"Cover!!" Saphira shouted.....I hope the others are fairing any better.
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December 21, 2010 9:35:47 AM    View the profile of Havock 
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Commander Alec Drayson wanted a cig, in fact, he would have killed a thousand miners if he could conjure up a cig right now. He found himself wishing real life was more like the holovid games he played where every fight ended in some kind of prize. The RAIDERS squad he had been told was unconventional but got the job done. Unconventional was the biggest understatement he had ever heard. When they split up to scout the two routes to the mine he had been left in charge of a skiddish red head, an obviously mental medic, and two young troopers that must have only just been placed in the squad.

The scouts they encountered, if they could even have earned such a title, had run off into a large clearing. Drayson had to hope this was the same open area Havock had mentioned when she comm'ed earlier. He lead the charge then skidded to a halt, sliding on his thigh to a rock of slightly higher elevation. With precision learned from countless missions just as ridiculous as this one, he swiftly raised his rifle and opened fire on the line of miners running towards his group. "Take cover, weapons free. Where's that cover Lieutenant?"

===~~~===

Havock smirked from her position on the ledge. Skarr had found a quick way down to the main floor if they needed to rush in. He and an ARC trooper were guarding that slope specifically just in case some miners decided to attack. The remaining ARC troopers were watching back down the narrow passage for anyone who might try to flank them. Havock, Valthir, and Grahim were sniping off as many targets as they could.

"Look alive, its time to have some fun." Havock spoke between picking off targets. To her shame she tended to only clip the miners in the arm or leg. She had always been a better shot with pistols but she had improved if only slightly with rifles, at least enough to be a respectable shot.

"I count about forty miners down there." Vathir muttered into his comm between shots from his rifle.

Havock had already done the same mental count. The number was not a concern for her, the bigger concern was the dozen or so miners that had broken off from the main pack to activate the large mining drills. Even just rigging them to blow up could be disastrous for everyone currently habituating the area. She had no desire to be buried alive in crystal rock. In fact the idea of being buried but being able to see everything around her as she slowly suffocated terrified her.

"Focus your fire on those miners heading towards the drills. Drayson seems to have things under control for now."


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The predator stepped carefully as he picked his way down the glassy ravine. High above the plains below an entirely different battle was taking place. Squads of ARC troopers with specialised gear searched for more clear routes to the mining base. Republic scouts littered the “mountain” regions and skirmishes were frequent. Far away from the constraint of command a soldiers human nature became more evident; a squad of ARC troopers had ambushed a pair of Republic scouts and told them to clear off rather than open fire.
    The lone figure creeping down the ravine had no such qualms. His mimetic suits attempted to keep him blended in to his surroundings, but the feedback effect from the reflections was causing issues. The prototype suit stalled in it's eternal quest to keep it's user as imperceivable as possible and remained a muted shade of blue. Regardless, he had other ways of staying unnoticed without relying on gimmicky technologies.
    Reaching the end of the narrow ravine he scaled the crystalline formation at it's end with an inhuman grace. The masked figure ascended the protrusion and looked down at his quarry. Having sensed the pair of Republic scouts some time ago the loner had carefully picked a path to bring him behind them unseen. Any life form created a turbulence that was easily discerned in the Force and the lone figure was highly attuned to such occurrences.
    The soft rubberised surface of his lightsabers felt reassuring against his palms. Without make a sound he bounded a few steps towards the men, making sure he could not potentially be seen by any other scouts before activating the sabers. The terrain around him lit up with a myriad of colours as the light from his blades reflected and refracted through the crystalline medium. The freshly grown formations up here were more opaque than the glassy plains below, so the dark Jedi hoped the light of his blades would attenuate before being spotted by more unfriendly eyes.
    The scouts below heard the sound and turned to see the masked figure descending on them, his tightly fitting mimetic suit keeping his form barely visible against his background. Both raised long rifles, neither found they were capable of pulling the triggers. During his approach the lone warrior had gradually worked his way into the conciousness of both men, subtly altering their perceptions and physical control. He despatched the first with a casual backhand flick of one orange saber. The second scout slipped on the treacherous terrain as the masked figure approached. The dark Jedi darted across the space between them and plunged the tip of his saber down, the blade easily penetrating the scouts chest and the crystal outcrop he had fallen against.
    The victorious warrior made no gesture as he felt the life force of the two soldiers slip away. His sabers were deactivated and stored out of sight in an instant; a movement too quick for the human eye to detect. Otherwise he stayed motionless, crouched on the translucent outcrop observing the battle unfold below. He had a clear purpose on this world, but the battle below barely had anything to do with it. His goal was not down on the plains below, in the mines under the base or even in the gorge far out of sight to the west. He had another prerogative.



    Commander Anoa strode with pace down the corridors of the mining base. His time was exceedingly limited, but he felt he could not send an underling to do this. Not when he had been expressly forbidden from doing what he was about to do. As he reached the door he paused to weigh up his options. His mind made up he mentally steeled himself and pushed open the door.
    “You know I asked for privacy at this time,” A calm voice spoke up from the middle of the dark room.
    “I am so sorry, but the circumstances . . .”
    “I am aware of the circumstances commander, despite having spent the last week in meditation I am more aware of my surroundings that I have ever been. As it happens my task is done, you have not interrupted me.” The light switch on the wall behind the commander flicked down, pushed by some unseen force. A lone figure, garbed in grey robes sat cross legged in the middle of the room. Hundreds of tiny shards around him glittered in the light. Anoa noticed a long cylindrical object on the young man's lap that had not been there before.
    “You are finished?”
    “Indeed,” in one fluid motion the Jedi padawan stood up and activated the new saber. A long blue blade came into life for the first time. The young man had introduced himself simply as Atreas a month ago upon his arrival. One of the first batch of the new Jedi Praxiums students he had been sent out into the galaxy to meditate on his training and, when ready, construct his own lightsaber.  “It truly is an elegant weapon,” he mused, looking at the blade.
    “It is,” Anoa responded. “I came to ask if . . .”
    “You came to ask if I could assist in your battle in any way. I have been considering this myself for the past few minutes.” The young man deactivated his blade and stepped up to the commander. “I will tell you what I foresee and will help you if you choose to leave this place, but I am no battlefield soldier. I still believe that in the face of such overwhelming odds you should surrender and prevent as much bloodshed as possible,” The Padawan was only twenty years of age, before the Praxium he had been a shy and introverted personality. He had learned much in his time at the Jedi academy, but nothing to persuade him that his humanitarian outlook on life should change. It was the place of a Jedi warrior to maintain the peace as much as possible, another of the students would probably rush to the trenches and join the battle. Atreas saw only the potential for more blood shed down that route. The commander sighed, he had hoped for more.

    Officers began reeling off reports of casualties and battlefield situations as he returned to the makeshift command room, the young Jedi in his wake. He knew that an army was only as effective as it's command, but he had done the best he could with the resources at hand. An officer was motioning to a map of the defences that had been scrawled on the surface of one wall.
    “They are moving quickly through the first trench, we've only managed to down one AT-ST during their approach. They sent much more infantry than we had anticipated.”
    “How many men have we pulled back to the second line?” Anoa asked bluntly.
    “Only a hundred have made it so far. The second trench is much smaller, but we've had the time to set up a lot of smaller gun emplacements and mines. Estimates would suggest we've killed three men for every one of our own lost.”
    Anoa turned to the Jedi. “You see my men give their lives to buy us time.” The padawan returned his stare impassively. “What can you tell us?” he asked after a moments silence.
    “They are in a rush. I sense great urgency in their thinking,” Atreas said.
    “They probably believe reinforcements are closer than they actually are. That's a good thing, we've got two days before help gets here, but if they rush we might yet break them.”
    “Be wary of other possible attacks. I also sense deception.” Atreas pointed to the narrow valley to the west and the mountains to the east. “They are trying multiple methods here, they have plenty of resources and will try anything in their rush.”
    “Sir!” shouted one of the officers. “Word from below is there are Stormtroopers in the mines below.
    “Tell the miners to get out of there, get some men down there to block access to the base!”
    “That leaves the external defences undermanned sir, the miners are refusing to leave their equipment. They're fighting sir.”
    “They're fools, but good on them,” Commander Anoa aimed another poignant look at the Padawan. “Order our men to retreat from the first trench. As soon as they're clear activate the laser mines!”



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Carry on as you were. Good work so far!

Wraith, once the republic forces have retreated from the first trench they will activate laser mines. Due to the shape of the trench they carved out internal reflection will burn most of the stormtroopers left in the trench. This will leave our attack in something of a D-Day situation. Lots of small teams of survivors hiding behind crystal outcrops, but not enough forces to storm the second line of defences as straightforwardly as you did the first trench. The second line involves one much smaller trench and lots of smaller emplacements aimed to slow down our attack as much as possible. Blackjack getting through and strafing the lines from behind may be required to break them.

The Jedi Padawan is not to be involved in stories unless I expressly allow it. You all also have the opportunity to call on extra reinforcements from a small kill team once from this point on.
All squads also have a single sonic charge/grenade to use which can shatter a 15m radius of crystal. Use wisely
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December 21, 2010 1:24:19 PM    View the profile of Karash 
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“Take cover, weapons free. Where's that cover Lieutenant?” The ARC commander ordered from his position behind a crystal rock.

‘Well if we don’t get battered to death with some horrendous mining tool or get horribly burned by their lasers, we will get blown up by those rigged mining drills! What an absolute disaster!’ It was strangely comforting that even in times of trouble Karash’s inner monologue remained a constant, even if it was panic stricken. By this time the battle was in full swing and his group appeared to be dealing with their situation reasonably well. The miners were playing for time; no direct attempt at dealing with the troopers was being made but they were stopping the troopers from making any progression. The miners cutting lasers were stopping the small group from making any real significant attack; there were some miners who made an occasional charge with axes and other mining tools.

“My group is going to deal with the miners heading for the drills, you guys are on your own for now.” Havock’s voice crackled through the com-device and then disappeared.

After firing a few more shots towards the miners, Commander Drayson spoke, “We need to stop any more of getting towards those drills!”

“Oh what would we do if you were not here?” Karash had not managed to stop himself from interrupting his superior.

Although he did not reprimand the medic, Drayson was obviously not as accepting of criticism as Havock.
“You two will create a distraction, whilst the rest of us will deal with that group of miners.” The two he was referring to were Karash and one of his ARC troopers.

“Cause a distraction what the hell will that help?” Again Karash spoke before engaging his brain.

“That was an order and it will give us an opportunity to push forward.” Drayson now put Karash in his place and continued, “On my mark we will move...”

‘This will certainly be the end for you, there is no hope now. He might just be capable of doing the job the others are completely useless, Bright is round the twist and the new two are bound to cause trouble. You do realise this is all Havock’s fault? It is always her fault and now is no different...’    

“Now!” Drayson barked.

On hearing the order Karash, not entirely sure on what he was going, stood up from behind the rock and began to shoot in the general direction of the miners (he had never been very good with a rifle). He was not able to take his eyes off of his target and therefore did not know whether Drayson and the others had been able to move. The fixation on the miners was soon broken as Karash realised there was an ARC trooper next to him, also given the task of distraction. ‘You shouldn’t have looked away!’ the inner voice caused him look back at the miners and see several laser cutting beams heading straight for them.

“Get down you fool!” Karash shouted at the ARC trooper but it was too late.

A number of beams hit him square in the chest and went straight through his armour; the medic could do nothing to see if he was dead or alive, if he moved he would be in a similar situation. Again the world slowed as the unknown ARC trooper fell to ground, what was only a few seconds seemed to be a life time; then everything went back to normal as several shots rang out. Drayson and his group had obviously dealt with the miners and now it was time to move on.

“Get ready, we haven’t dealt with all of them yet.” Drayson said quite calmly

As Karash stood he saw the axe wielding miners now charging towards them, there was no time to sit and remember the unknown soldier.
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Slugs pinged off crystal formations, and the noise of their impacts echoed and intensified into a near-constant ringing. Corvin ignored the noise and pressed on. Crystals tore at combat boots and  shattered as the troopers stormed right over them.

There were intermittent cracks from the walls as the scouts exchanged sniper fire with Republic sharpshooters, all but drowned out by the echoes of slug-fire. Corvin ignored those too. The world narrowed to his rifle, his visor's sights, and the enemy.

The thin air was filled with the smell of rifle smoke.

The Republic troopers were finally starting to mount an organized response, pulling back under cover fire from their fellows. Tanus and his Blackjacks put an end to that, crashing into their ranks like the Platoon Sergeant's own warhammer.

"Blood!" Corvin yelled, firing as he ran. The weapon's recoil was more jarring than he was used to, even with the high-powered E-45s, but he simply forced his aim back down. "Blood and iron!"

Only one or two voices echoed the call, almost inaudible over the confusion of the charge. As ever, Tanus was at the thick of things, bringing his warhammer down on an unfortunate trooper, with the scouts following the Blackjack charge and bringing down the few survivors.

"Take them down!" Tanus called, raising his hammer in one glove. Launchers coughed from the left, and fat grenades arced through the air and into the entrenched Republic line. Where they exploded, crystal shards flew in all directions, shredding flesh and cloth. The lightly armoured Republics stumbled blindly and fell, or remained where they'd been torn apart.

A downed Republic trooper stirred feebly as Corvin dropped into the fissure, struggling to raise a pistol in one torn arm. Corvin shot him before he could fire, a quick shot that jerked the slugthrower's stock backwards, and the man slumped. Corvin stepped over the corpse.

By the time Tanus's section had cleared the fissure, there were less than a squad's worth of Republic troopers left in this stretch of the canyon. By the time they clambered back out, there were none left alive, all of them mowed down by the other two formations. One of the scouts gave Corvin an ironic salute as he walked by, kicking each of the bodies in turn in case they were playing dead.

"All enemy forces down. Mount up and move out!"
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December 21, 2010 10:28:31 PM    View the profile of Garryll Gates 
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Gates emerged from cover, heartily glad that they’d taken the passage chokepoint with minimal casualties. None of his Blackjacks had been killed, and only a handful of scouts were down. Three squads of New Republic soldiers lay in the various grotesque positions of death.

“Good job,” he congratulated the Blackjacks he’d appointed to lead the two prongs of the attacks. “Now let’s get moving.”

Various sounds of assent grumbled over the comlink, and the scouts and ‘jacks made their way back to their speeder bikes. Gates and his central attack force’s troops were already astride their bikes, weapons slung and ready to go. Wordlessly, the recent arrivals jumped onto their bikes and the force kicked itself into action.

Gates checked his HUD’s chrono. Eight minutes, thirty-six seconds of combat. God damn. He checked that in comparison to total mission time, and made an unhappy noise. Main thrust was counting on some heckling on the back of the NR forces to open something up and save them some lives.

War’s noise rumbled over the hills, out of sight, in the center of mind. The crash of tanks, tiny screams of heavy machine guns and rifles, and the booms and pops of explosions. Little of the background noise could be heard over the hissing of the speeder bikes’ engines.

One of the Scout SLs slid his bike closer to Gates. “Gates, one of my guys has more advanced scoutin’ gear on his bike. She says that the main concentration of troops is a klick thataway-” he pointed in the general direction of the noise - “and that the rear guard is three-quarters klick thataway.” The man pointed slightly to the left of the main concentration but slightly right of the way their route ran.

“Mm,” Gates mumbled in return. “Okay, we’ll pull up near a good vantage point.”

The speeder bikes moved in a loose formation, experienced scout troopers up in front. “No more patrols, it looks like...” muttered one trooper. No contacts jumped in their faces, and the squads covered the distance in a few minutes.

Once they got to within a few hundred meters of the objective, the officers of the three squads zoomed up to the top of a ridge as the rest of the troops stood still.

Sergeant Gris, Gryphon’s Sergeant Goltz, and Garryll dismounted their bikes and crawled to the peak of the crystal formation. Goltz handed Garryll her pair of binoculars.

“Looks like a hellova battle down there,” Gates remarked. “But we don’t care about the front lines. Not right now.”

He turned the binocs to the rear guard of the NR forces. “Half-dozen squads in back, a few trenches. Main forces are a hell of a lot more than that.”

“And as you said,” Gris said. “We don’t have to mind about the main-line forces.”

“Right. Okay. We need to get distraction on them ASAP, either way, though,” agreed Goltz.

“Here’s what we’ll do,” Gates said. “Third of the troops will stay in reserve. The Blackjack and a few of the Scouts will double on the bikes and ride in on the far left side of the trenches. Riders will drop off and fight through the trenches. This will distract them, and let the riders going through to break through and strafe the rear sides of the NR lines. Once they’re totally distracted, the reserves will zoom in and shoot the rear lines up. The loose third on the bikes will also do some shooting. Use their best judgement.”

“Plan’s a bit of a longshot,” Gris remarked.

“But we don’t have enough men to do anything more,” Goltz replied.

“So. Let’s just get to it. Faster we can distract thoroughly distract them, the better.”
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December 21, 2010 11:16:57 PM    View the profile of Beta40 
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Standing at the back of the pack when fighting the miners, Beta could still see the ARC trooper get killed. He took a few shots at the miner who just hit the man with a laser cutter before and downed him before his clip ran out. Beta then systematically dropped the clip out of the rifle and grabbed one from his belt to put in. After he was done with the reload he looked up to see the wall of axmen miners charging at them. Beta then lowered the rifle so that he was able to take cover at a more strategic position. He quickly sprinted and slid to a crystal protruding from the ground a bit closer to the front.

This should work, he thought, A crystal with somewhat of a “Y” shape at top; perfect to use as a makeshift bipod. Beta then put the rifle on the crystal and aimed it at the miners. After taking a few shots he noticed a grease tank, probably used to lubricate the drills, and shot at it quickly. The large tank developed a few holes in it with the flammable grease spilling all over the place. Not quite the effect he could have hoped. Then he noticed the body of the commando on the ground.

“Hey Karash,” Beta started to question, “Think you could cover me for a few seconds?”

“Why would you need me to cover you?” the medic replied.

“Just do it and you’ll see,” he said then ran over to the body. Karash sighed as Beta ran over. He searched the ARC that was on the ground. He didn’t find anything and flipped him over. Beta then found a flare gun on the belt and took it along with a round for it. He then stood up and fired the flare at the grease but one of the miners got in the way and took the full blow of the flare. Beta started to watch the miner burn but decided not to. He went and grabbed another round and loaded it in. He fired and it hit the grease tank right on, causing fire to engulf a portion of the cavern. Beta stepped back and saw a few of the miners burning alive.

“So how’s it going with picking off the other miners?” He heard RK ask on the com.

“There’s a few left running at the drills but they have reinforcements coming in,” Havock answered.
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Unabated rage filled Hond. Someday he would kill that man, or, if that path was barred, he would watch him die. Hond was not picky. His body still felt like it had been compressed, he was bleeding, the blood kept running into his right eye, which he couldn't wipe thanks to the interference of cursed helmet. Also, the helmet was heavy on the left side, on account of a large piece of crystal still protruding from it.

It was not Hond's day.

Setting the ropes for the latest stunt that Hond could only consider suicidal was easy. Or relatively so. Hond used one of the gun emplacements as an anchor, the knots still hadn't slipped his mind from the time he'd learned in Specialty Training. A republic breast plate  was placed under the rope to keep the jagged edge of the crystal from fraying it. Hond clipped the harness built into his damned-able armor onto the rope and prepared for the order.

Hond leaned back on the precipice, his legs extended in front of him on the lip, his back straight, his whole body a ninety degree angle. He kept the loose end of the rope behind him, held in his right hand, his left was wrapped around the part bearing his weight. He tried to remember how this was done. Memory said it was simple, experience told him it hurt.

When the line was ready ole Two-Fists looked to his left and right, Hond had a feeling the glance had held disapproval. Hond also had a feeling that he just didn't care. Finally Jegora's white helmet nodded and he began he descent.

Hond was only a sparse second behind him, pushing himself out as hard as he could from the ledge and bringing his right hand out to his side. The rope slid through Honds gloved hands too fast to track, Hond kept his hand outstretched, only bringing it behind him at the last few feet to slow and finally stop his descent a foot from the ground where he unclipped himself and landed on his feet.

The first on the ground, his adrenaline addiction overriding his comrades self-preservation instincts. Hond swung his rifle off his back and into position at the low ready, running in a half crouch to the nearest cover, a piece of the fallen ledge.

"Bloodhound up!" He yelled, perhaps unnecessarily, letting them know he was down and in position.

They followed close behind him, but he was already distracted, firing one round and then another at the preoccupied republic soldiers littering the inner trench. They were all going to die. Barring that Hond would settle for some of them, or anyone really. He hated this job.

Empty shell casing clinked along the ground and scattered under foot as the fireteam formed their three hundred and sixty degree perimeter. A perimeter was formed until it was verified that everyone was down and functioning, then they would move. It was only a few seconds, but it was a critical few seconds, those on the ropes had no way of defending themselves. That's why it was supposed to be a quick descent. Hond smiled knowing he was the quickest.
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Havock winced when she saw the fire caused by her troopers. She turned to Skarr. "That was Beta, wasn't it?"

Skarr jumped over to another position to get a better eye on a set of miners running away from the area of the mine that was now on fire. "Looks like it boss."

"He's damn lucky it didn't blow up, we'd all be dead right now. I'd prefer not to die in this mine Skarr, make sure he doesn't almost blow anything else up."

The battle field had turned to a mixture of chaos and more chaos. A handful of miners were screaming and the noise from that was so loud as it reverberated off the crystal walls up to the outcropping Havock stood on. The one thing Havock knew instantly, was their time just got exponentially shorter. If the republic base didn't know about the squads in their underbelly yet, they sure as heck knew now. "We need to move." She muttered to herself but Grahim overheard her on the comm.

"Wessa move now?"

Havock turned sharply towards the gungan. Something beyond his position caught her eye. The gun in her hands dropped slightly as she watched the shadows make their way through the tunnel to their right and clatter into the mine. "RAIDERS we need to secure the right flank, Commando's maintain this position and continue with cover fire." She jumped over to where Skarr was securing their only route down to the main floor of the mine. "Rain hell as we go down this slope."

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Short i know, my apologies. Basically Havock's group goes down a slope and towards a cavern that will spill out with Republic Troops with simliar weapons to what we have. The commandos with us will stay up on the overhang to cover all of us.

Other group go around the fire and make your way to where we are through the remaining frightened miners.
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December 23, 2010 6:03:48 AM    View the profile of Raziel 
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Update:
LOOK AT MAP LINK Raiders movement is in pink, BJ purple and wraith Green.
The Republic forces are wearing thin, but they are holding their defences with grim determination.
The first Republic Trench line is falling and the Republic troops falling back to the second line. Wraith and the advance are being held up by some Republic troops stubbornly holding on and selling their lives dearly
The second line is much more lightly fortified than the first, but they have spread out gun emplacements in the open terrain the slow down the advance as much as possible.
Raiders are making excellent progress through the mines. Republic forces already strained. Only a hundred of the stations toughest soldiers are being held back to man the stations own defences, they will have to pull men away from the perimeter defences to try and stop raiders as planned.
Blackjack are almost through the gorge. If they bypass the main base and hit the republic lines it might cause enough chaos to give the main assault force the opportunity it needs to break their outer defences once and for all.

Once the defences are broken the plan is for the remaining AT-ATs to deal with the bases peremiter guns and deposit more squads of stormtroopers. Of course if the AT-AT's dont all make it you may have to create the breach yourselves.

Keep in mind we want as much of the mining infrastructure in tact as possible!



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December 23, 2010 1:11:57 PM    View the profile of Corvin 
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Blackjack

The bikes flew from the peak, and into a storm of fire. Slugs flew through the air in what seemed like solid sheets, pinging off the bikes and body armour, and bowl-helmeted troopers barked warnings and orders to each other.

The six squads, dug in and well-armed, had more than enough firepower to put down a straightforward charge. In the close-quarters of the trenches, the assault-oriented Blackjacks would have the upper hand. It was just a matter of getting there.

As the wave of speeders arced down, Corvin wished for a jump pack. His gloves were clumsy around the bike's controls, and it was sluggish compared with a Hush About pack. The launcher didn't make up for that.

"Hit them hard, hit them fast." Garryll urged. "Soon as we're down, take the trenches!"

There were clicks over the Blackjack com.

Dots spiraled through the air from the Republic lines, trailing clouds of black smoke.

"Down!" Gates yelled. "Launchers!"

Corvin pulled his foot off the repulsor pedal, and gripped the bike's yoke.

The formation simply fell out of the sky, their riders cutting repulsor power as the rockets exploded above them and slugfire followed them down. This wasn't a group descent, it was a controlled crash, and it was all Corvin could do to keep hold of the bars.

With a shriek of metal, the bike landed, bounced back up, then fell again. Around it, the rest of the team was jetting towards the trenches, now only meters away. Scattered fire flew from gaps in the sandbags, as the Republics adjusted their aim. Corvin grimly clung to the handlebars as the speeder skidded across the plain, trailing sparks as the undercarriage scrapped crystal.

A burst of slugfire whistled by the trooper, one shot pinging off his shoulderpad and leaving a long scrape along the surface. His arm jerked, fingers loosening on one bar, and the speeder jerked to the left, stopping on its side just short of the trench. 

A moment later, he finally lost his grip, fell heavily out of the saddle, and landed on the crevice floor. The bike clattered down besides him, bouncing crazily on its repulsors, followed by his slugrifle. Picking up the weapon, Corvin pulled himself forwards, got to his feet, and headed down the trench.

"Goltz, Gris, we're in." Garryll announced over the com. "Distraction in progress."

Slugfire echoed across the plain.

There were three Republic troopers around the bend, and none of them looked happy. Corvin's first burst took off the head of a Rodian, which didn't do much for his personal charm, and then the other two opened up on him.

There wasn't a lot that could put holes in SCOPE armour, but heavy slugthrowers at point-blank could make a reasonable attempt. Corvin tried to lunge forwards, and staggered as the slugs slammed into his stomach-plate and forced the breath from his lungs.

"For the Empire," he gasped, disoriented and trying to raise his rifle. "For,"

Something exploded nearby, to appreciative whoops from a Blackjack, scouring the area with shards and throwing both troopers off-balance. Corvin brought his weapon to bear and hosed them both with 7.62 mm rounds before they could recover.

Pushing a new clip into place, he limped down the bodies and down the section. Trenches or not, this beat playing scout biker.
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December 23, 2010 2:14:55 PM    View the profile of Skarr 
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RAIDERS


Havock led Skarr, Grahim, and Valthir down the slope. Skarr hated this planet. He was sure he would like it in any other circumstances. It was a beautiful place with its crystals and pleasant light blue tint to everything, but he was here on a mission. Not vacation. It dampened any beauty the planet could hold, especially with the crystals being stained with red.

The slope was fairly steep and Skarr had to watch his footing as well as his aim. He had been firing down at the miners as he went, but he realized it would be safer to stop. His finger left the trigger as he focused his full attention on getting to the bottom of the slope without breaking his neck. At least it would make Karash happy if he did.

Havock was leading them to a small cavern that yawned open in front of them. Skarr was relieved to see it was clear. They continued to sprint along down the slope, until Skarr saw how very wrong he was.

“Shit,” he murmured as Republic troops poured out of the cavern. They wore armor and carried similar weapons to RAIDERS. They began firing as soon as they were clear of the cavern opening. Skarr raised his weapon and fired into the crowd, feeling the kick of the gun, stock slamming into his shoulder.

“Get us some covering fire boys!” Havock yelled into her comm. The commandos and ARC trooper up on the ledge began firing back into the crowd of Republic soldiers, causing them to divide their attention between the commandos and RAIDERS troops. Valthir slid on the slope and nearly collided into Skarr. Grahim was able to catch hold of Valthir before anything bad happened.

Skarr noticed some cover at the end of the slope, “Havock, cover ahead!” The squad leader’s head nodded and she continued to pour fire on the troops ahead. They reached the bottom of the slope and slid into cover. The cover consisted of large ice crystals that towered over them. Skarr ejected the clip he had used and shoved another one in. This one with a red X marked on it.

Havock noticed. “Skarr, what the hell are you doing?” Skarr smiled under the grim face of his helmet.

“You see what’s above their heads?” he asked.

“The stalagmites?” Valthir asked.

Skarr chuckled, “Actually, stalactites, but yes. What do you think I have in mind now?”
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December 23, 2010 3:50:22 PM    View the profile of Garryll Gates 
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Gates dropped into the trench, assault rifle at his hip. The barrel smoked, having recently added a few more bits of metal to the chaos of the firefight. The surviving speeder bikes were flying around, heckling the trench men and trying to find an opening to strafe the back of the NR lines.

A Republican soldier ran around the corner, waving his rifle wildly and yelling. Corporal’s bars decorated his shoulders. Gates pulled the trigger and walked the kicking rifle up the man’s chest, splattering the crystalline walls with crimson.

“Get in the trenches and raise hell, Blackjacks,” Gates barked. Another pair of boots landed next to him, clad in Stormtrooper’s white.

“I have arrived,” Tanus rumbled over the link. “The battle can now commence.”

“Glad to have you, Tanus,” Gates said, confidence boosted by the arrival of one of his oldest squadmates and friends. “Let’s make these trenches a grave.”

The two men turned a corner, taking a group of men firing over the lip of the trench by surprise. Gates raised his rifle to his shoulder and let a burst loose, taking a man a half-dozen times in the back, never even having a chance to turn. The other two men attempted to raise their rifles, but Tanus’ hammer to take the first off his feet, rifle falling from a paralyzed grasp. Gates re-aimed his rifle, and put another shot in the last man’s face.

Gates lowered the again-smoking weapon, and keyed his comlink. “Well, we’ve been doing our share. Blackjacks, call in.”

“Corvin here, boss. Linked up with another couple guys. Lost my bike, though. I can hear someone having a lovely time on full-auto, too.”

“That’s me,” the ASL’s voice cut in. “Me’n Madman are in the trenches, raising hell as ordered.”

“No one else? I coulda sworn there were some more people in my squad...” Gates said, and sighed, then switched links. “Gris, Goltz, we’ve made contact. Based on how good we are at shooting people, this shouldn’t take more than half an hour. We’ll be ready for the rear-attack in a bit. Wait for my say to make your move.”

The Scout SLs’ responses were lost in the BAMBAMBAM of Tanus firing at a target behind Gates. Blackjack’s SL turned and added his fire, 7.62 mm rounds bouncing off of the hard crystal trench walls, and keeping the curious Republican soldiers’ heads back. Threat contained, for the moment, he flipped back to the squad link.

“Keep it on. I promised the Scouts half an hour. Let’s try and get this done in half the time, hoo-ah?”
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December 23, 2010 6:00:04 PM    View the profile of Corvin 
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"Half an hour, boss?" Corvin laughed, which turned into a yelp as a Republic potshot came too close for comfort. One of the scouts ducked for cover. Corvin sprayed off a burst to keep the shooter busy, then ejected the empty clip. "We setting up chem-fires and a base camp too?"

"Complete with those little roast-spits," Garryll said with a tone of finality. "Hit them, Blackjacks!"

"Sir!" Corvin replied, pushing a sickle-clip into place. It slid home with a rasp, followed by a quick click as it connected. "Come on, stand up and die, you sneaky little fra-"

"Got him." the still-standing scout reported from the opposite wall, then fired once. Rifle propped against the trench mouth, Corvin saw a brown-fatigued figure waver and collapse.

Torn between resentment at the stolen kill, and admiration of the shot, Corvin settled for grudging respect.

"Nice shot." he muttered. "Plenty of Republics left over though."

The scout just shrugged.

"Half an hour, right? Higgins, Gryphon Team Two."

"Corporal Corvin Sarn, Blackjack. Come on, the Republics won't shoot themselves!"

Corvin shot the second scout, the one who'd ducked, a contemptuous glance.

"You coming?"

The scout just nodded silently, cradling a long-barreled slug-rifle. A cloth was draped over the weapon's scope, and its wire stock had been replaced with one carved from a piece of knotted wood. The man's face looked as though it had been carved from the same material.

Corvin gestured, hefting the slugthrower in his other hand. "For the Empire!"

Higgins just followed wordlessly, while the second scout paused for a moment, then shrugged and did the same.

Like many things on the mining world, the trenches were very different from most of their kind. They were a system of irrationally branching cracks in the crystal-plains, varying in depth from chest height to ones that could hide a scout walker.

The Republic had made itself at home, setting up emplacements and sandbags, but left the trenches themselves more or less unchanged. This meant the Blackjacks were forced into a game of cat and mouse in an environment profoundly different from the normal dug-out lines, against an enemy over twice their number. It was a role they excelled in.

Corvin snarled in frustration as crystal dust pinged off his helmet, leaving gashes into the plastoid. To the left, slugs embedded themselves in the trench wall, shattering it and leaving a spiderweb of cracks in the material. A distorted bowl-helmet lay nearby, its late owner half a meter beyond that. There were some things even he knew better than to charge into.

"Frakking republics." he grumbled. "Frakking trench. Frakking crystals!"

"Frakking grenade." Higgins added, sending the explosive skittering back around the corner with a kick. There was a yell, followed by a muffled crump. The yell stopped.

Corvin strode around the bend, and into the trench. What was left of the Republic troopers was spread across the walls, their blood and viscrea tinting sections. It looked like one had been prepping a low-power thermal detonator. Metal shards were embedded deep into the crystal surface.

"What kind of frakking idiot uses a det like that, anyway?" Corvin demanded, raising his rifle as he stalked forwards.

"Thought you lot were the crazy ones." Higgins commented.

"Crazy, not stupid. Besides, that's against regs."

Any reply Higgins might have made was drowned out by the whir-crump of a bike grenade launcher going off above them. There was a much louder explosion when it hit, blowing apart a sandbagged gun position.

"Plenty of time yet."

More Republic troopers rushed down the trench line to meet them, firing as they came. Corvin ducked their first, hasty bursts of fire and came up running with his weapon raised.

"For the Empire!"
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December 23, 2010 8:39:43 PM    View the profile of Garryll Gates 
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“Cover!” Gates bawled into his link.

“Go, got you,” Tanus replied, voice just as charged, not as raised. Bullets pinged and buried themselves in the crystal. Garryll sprinted to the next depression in the crystal, pressing himself down into the shallow hole and resuming the gunfire he’d been banging down range.

A sudden, long burst of bullets erupted from behind the corner, the Republicans trying to blind-fire their way into taking back the trench. Gates cursed and rolled from his depression back behind a curve in the wall.

“Screw this, man!” Gates yelled to the other Blackjack. “Get over here and gimmie a boost!”

Tanus let loose another burst and then ran to Gates position, ducked half-over to minimize his profile. “You want me to what?

“Gimmie a boost. Cup hands, Tanus,” Gates ordered, and slung his rifle. The man shrugged and then complied wordlessly. Gates placed his right foot in the make-shift stirrup and Tanus lifted him up. Blackjack’s SL made an ungraceful scramble onto the top of the crystal.

Gunfire smoke blew lazily across the battlefield. From where the main battle was going on, it was thicker; Gates had an image of broken men and vehicles, countless brass shells lying spent around the bodies and in trenches. The sound of gunfire right below him shook the brief vision from his mind.

“What are you doing now!?” Tanus asked. “Chickening out on me?”

“Hell no!” Gates said. “Just watch.”

He unslung his rifle again, held it in the port-arms position across his body and sprinted across the crystal surface. His left hand slid up the barrel and grasped the forward grip. The trench he’d targeted appeared a few feet in front of him, and he slid to a stop. Gates raised his rifle and looked over the edge. Five Republicans had their backs to the wall, and one was blazing away around the corner blindly.

Garryll grinned - Fish in a barrel

The speaker flipped on in Gates’ helmet. “Hello, ladies.”

The Republican soldiers had enough time to look up and for their lips to begin forming curses when Gates’ left index finger flicked the underslung flamethrower on his rifle on and a stream of napalm and fire leaped forwards, engulfing the five men.

Tanus walked forwards, and whistled when he saw the five burning pyres of the soldiers. “Flair for the dramatic?”

“But of course,” Gates said, dropping down and flipping the safety on the flamethrower. “Come on, got a lot more Republicans to distract, kill or otherwise incapacitate.”
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As soon as Jegora’s feet hit the ground he was moving. Hond was already in position, sending round after round down the trench towards the New Republic soldiers. Jegora wasted little time doing the same, bringing the assault rifle to his shoulder and letting off his first shot almost simultaneously. At this point he really didn’t care if he hit anything, he just wanted the New Republic soldiers to stop shooting at him. For their part the enemy soldiers were somewhat frantic, scrambling to find a way to stop the seemingly relentless onslaught of the Vast Empire troops. The New Republic men manning the trench were outnumbered, outgunned, and outperformed—and they knew it. All the same, they continued to fight for every inch of ground with a tenacious ferocity that Jegora had to admire on a professional level, if not a personal one. 

As much as he admired the New Republic soldiers’ determination, however, Jegora really didn’t appreciate getting shot at. The whine of high velocity slugs filled the air, just audible through Jegora’s sonic filters and often entirely too close for comfort. The ground shook periodically from the various explosions and blasts taking place around him, and at one point Jegora was sure the section of the trench ledge directly above him was coming down. Thankfully, however, it held, and afterwards he quickly decided to move back into the middle of the trench under open sky. Jegora wasn’t sure what advantage getting shot had over getting crushed, but his natural tendency towards claustrophobia kept telling him that death by gunfire was somehow infinitely preferable.

A few short minutes and one ruthless firefight later, the New Republic troops began to inexplicably clear out. With only five Stormtroopers in the trench bottom Jegora knew that there was no way they had routed the enemy soldiers. Through the haze of his ever-present, battle-induced adrenaline rush, Jegora’s coldly efficient mind began to work through the puzzle. He arrived at one conclusion, then, and his quick thinking managed to somehow save his squad mates’ life.

Throughout the trench other shock teams, like the Wraiths, were beginning to work their way into the trench bottoms, systematically eradicating the New Republic soldiers. The invading troops were taking losses, to be sure, but overall the Vast Empire had the men to spare. They kept throwing troopers into the trenches, and one by one the New Republic soldiers were being overwhelmed. Nonetheless, the enemy infantry had fought valiantly to hold every square foot of their defensive positions, oftentimes sacrificing themselves in last-minute counterattacks rather than surrendering. Now, however, out of nowhere it appeared as if the New Republic troopers were suddenly retreating through a multitude of connecting tunnels that had been partially hidden before. It didn’t add up, and at that moment every single fiber of Jegora’s being was screaming “TRAP”.

“We need to get out of this trench,” Jegora said tersely over the comm link.

“What?” one of the new troopers asked.  Jegora wasn’t sure which one had spoken, and he supposed it didn’t really matter. He expected most of them to be dead pretty soon anyways; no sense getting friendly just quite yet.

“It’s a trap. We need to leave,” Jegora clarified, his voice growing even more strained as he spoke. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Somehow, the New Republic was going to clean out the trenches. Jegora’s guess would be explosives. Lots and lots of explosives.

Hond spoke up. “I think he’s right” the halfbreed agreed, and Jegora knew then that they were really in trouble.
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  RE: HSC 2010 story: Shatterpoint
December 24, 2010 4:13:31 AM    View the profile of Bloodhound 
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Hond growled, but he had to agree. On some level agreeing with the man was preferable to an untimely death. He didn't know how, but there it was. There was some confusion on the radio at this point, which Hond also chose to ignore, Fal's voice was not in attendance and although Hond hated him the training driven into him over his time in the military said that he needed to listen for that voice, for that callsign.

"Corridor, fifteen meters, three o'clock, headless corpse," Fal rattled off distance, direction, description and they all moved.

It was not an organized bounding drill like previously, this was a mad rush, not unlike reacting to indirect fire. The whole fire team ran, as fast as they could, heedless of whether they pulled ahead of their comrades. Hond's quick feet carried him past others and at the door first.

It was locked. Doors were always locked, it seemed. Not fortified heavily, but if it was a trap, as Hond's instincts screamed at him it was, then they lacked the time to properly breach it.

"Locked!" Hond yelled.

"Git out of the way!" Jegora bellowed.

Hond turned his head just in time to scramble out of the way as fast as his four limbs would carry him. Jegora barreled into the door, throwing his momentum against it. The crystal cracked, but little more.

"Not enough." Jegora said, coldly, "Atoll, the sonic device."

Hond growled, he didn't want to die in some star-forsaken canyon. He didn't like to see ordnance wasted. He didn't like anything. He hated everything to do with this plan. Still, he pushed himself behind cover, security until it blasted. Then he waited, the few seconds threatened to last an eternity in Hond's eyes. Each moment filled with the promise of death and Fal they're only hope. Hond had to wonder if Fal wouldn't let them die to save his own skin.

The moments stretching into eternity ended with an explosion and what could only be described as the sound a thin sheet of metal makes as a grinder runs along the edge, a deathly warbling that Hond's filters cut out as soon as it began.

"Clear!" Two-Fists voice rang.

Hond pivoted on one heel and dashed towards the corridor. The door still stood, but the crystal to one side of it was gone. Not a perfect hole through which to dive, but enough; Hond bounded over the crystal still on the ground and through the breach. Not the first through this time, Jegora was the last and immediately behind him in the dark.

Hond followed the three in front of him, constantly scanning the area visually. There was little to see, even with the optic filters in his helmet it was dark, the only light coming from the occasional muzzle flash of the man on point. Comm chatter covered the sound of their boots. Mai was getting a report from Fal. The comms. were poor, but from the sound of it Mai's team had made it intact into the corridors, there had been a trap, and, from the sound of the chatter, it had been an ugly one.

"Orders up." Jegora's voice breathed in Hond's ears, "Keep moving; there's a secondary trench, we are to make our way to the trench and assist with the clearing. We have not been given a sector due to our current situation, however we are to help where ever we can. If possible we are to link up with the other fire team prior, however that is not a priority."
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  RE: HSC 2010 story: Shatterpoint
December 24, 2010 8:02:22 AM    View the profile of Havock 
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RAIDERS


"Tell me you are not suggesting what I think you are suggesting." Havock turned slowly to her ASL. They were still in the thick of the battle, and not in the best strategic position either. Miner's were on their six, but at least half of the RAIDERS and ARC's were there too. Directly in front of them down the dim cave was several dozen republic troops.

Skarr raised his rifle and Havock quickly grabbed the muzzle and yanked it to the floor. "Belay that for now sergeant."

"Hav..."

"No, just hold on. Dropping the stalactites could screw up the structure of the cave, the whole damn thing could come collapsing down. We need that route to get into the base." Havock had to quickly take stock of the situation. They were equipped with one sonic grenade and whatever Skarr had up his sleeve. The sonic grenade would surely cause the whole cave to crash in on itself.

"With all due respect we need to do something and fast." Valthir muttered as he jumped to another position behind some kind of container. The private just couldn't seem to sit still, but as long as he kept hitting targets she wasn't about to complain.

Commander Drayson slid to cover with the rest of the squad. The ground was still slick with some kind of grease probably from another stray shot that hit the unintended barrel with the sludge. Unfortunately for Drayson and Havock it caused his slide to continue farther than intended and was only halted by colliding with the squad leader.

Havock grunted and sent a spray of bullets upwards which caused a snow-like crystal particles to slowly rain down to the floor. She rolled back up to a kneeling position and glanced over at the ARC lead. "Commander, was I in your way?"

The remainder of the ARC team and RAIDERS fell into position followed closely by the commandos that had gone with Drayson. "No Lieutenant, although if you men could hit their targets properly I wouldn't have had to slide away from a burning inferno and now bullets."

Havock ignored the implication about her men and continued to fire. "Skarr has an explosive round, and I have a sonic grenade. But it looks like this route is our only way into the base."

Drayson nodded and picked off several opportunistic miners that came at the group from their left flank with mining lasers in their hands. "I also have a way to call in reinforcements if things start looking grim."

Karash scoffed. "You should probably call now, so they get here in time." Then turned sharply at Grahim who had bumped into him by accident before he continued to shoot at the Republic troops that were spewing out of the cave.

Havock paused and started looking at the multiple cavern entrances to the mine. Most of them were probably dead ends, just caves drawn out from the central mine for minerals. Then again, they could complicate things in the very near future. The cave the Republic troops were coming out of was a choke point, just one of the squads of commandos could hold that position having everyone there was overkill. Not to mention they had a backup in the squad of commandos up on the ledge ready to pick off any miners or Republic troops that got through the line.

"New plan."

Karash groaned, "oh gods."

"Break off into groups, there are six caverns off this mine, two of them we know where they go." She pointed behind them. "That one leads to the surface." She pointed to their front. "That one leads to the base." Havock turned to Drayson. "Each group needs to secure one of the four drills and use it to block off the other four caves. Just drive the thing into the entrance that way we aren't damaging the mine and nobody can get in or out of the mine that way. Commando's stay here and secure this position."

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I think i reached my word limit, but just know that whatever group Havvie is in there will be a handful of miners holding a trooper in that cave. You should have at least 2 RAIDERS and 2 ARC troopers in your group. Feel free to take Drayson or give your ARC troopers some personality, or at the very least a name. so Objective, commandeer a drill and drive it into the hole...cave entrance...umm....Merry Christmas...damn
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