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JESTER

“So how did you get the name Brightstar anyway?” Doregan continued dropping another security guard that had popped his head above his cover. Bright was beginning to see why his squad was called Raitonin.

She kept her mouth shut and kept her focus on the task at hand. Bright didn't mind his talking, it was keeping her grounded, keeping her from getting ahead of herself. “I'm moving forward. Cover me.” She said getting off of her stomach and crouching. She checked the charge on her rifle and nodded before counting down to her action.

Doregan only sighed, like it was an inconvenience that they were in the middle of a firefight. He signaled to one of his men further down the line, but still within sight. When he gave her the go ahead she dove out from behind her cover and toward another crate. Not for the first time she was glad that she wasn't wearing SCOPE armor. SCOPE armor was notoriously difficult to maneuver in, despite everything else that was good about it. Bright was a born infiltrator, and had made her living by being as flexible as possible, to get into places where other could not.

The black color, though working to the Jester's advantage at the moment, would stand out when they made their way out of the room they were in. When she was settled she took the opportunity to kill three more security guards. “I almost wish that I had the SCOPE HUD right now.” She muttered.

“I'm coming your way, Sarge.” Dunny called over his helmet's comlink. Apparently her second had followed her to the right  while the rest of her squad had gone left. It didn't really matter. Raitonin was holding their own and working well with her boys.

“I'll cover you.” She replied. Seeing a black mass that could only be Dunny, Bright turned her blaster rifle on anybody not wearing Jester black or Raitonin gray. By the time that Dunny had gotten to her side she had felled another four Liberty guards.

“So far all we've seen are Liberty forces. Think Needle has pulled back to protect their investment?” He asked.

Bright had been wondering the same thing. The forces that they had met so far had all been from the station. It worried her that Blanchard and Needle forces were waiting for them to get tired while they remained fresh and ready to fight. She growled. It was times like this when she wondered why she hadn't just disappeared into the mountains to become a hermit. 

“I think that's part of it. We haven't seen Blanchard either. They could be wearing us down. Stay focused. We need to get out of this room.” She looked over at Keberu. “Doregan, time for Raitonin to live up to their name. We need to get out of this and fast.”

The Raitonin SL clicked his confirmation and drew back to confer with his men and women.

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501. We are still in the maintenance room but we should be getting out in the next post. Don't be afraid to use our NPC squad. Raitonin's reputation is for it's speed, and power of attack. So what they do should be quick and deadly.

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RAIDERS

Xy watched Jae.  Was that fear I heard in her voice?  Jae and Dusk had already started to move ahead, but when Jae noticed Xy was just standing there staring at her, she picked up and threw Xy's helmet at her.  Xy caught it, still observing Jae. 

"Put it on. Now!"  Jae's voice lashed out.

Impatiently, Jae turned on her heel and proceeded to trot up the hallway.  Xy pulled the helmet on, the lenses illuminating lavender after it was in place.  So, cold on the outside, but warm on the inside huh, Jae?  With her boots thumping, Xy quickened her pace to catch up to Jaenna and Dusk.  The trio came to a fork and Dusk and Jae each peered around a corner, cautiously leaning against the walls.  After indicating it was clear, Jae glanced at her data pad.

"This way." She nudged towards her right, clipped her data pad onto her hip and rounded the corner.  Dusk and Xy followed. 

"Hey, so when we're outta here Xylonia, how about-" Dusk spoke low, but was cut off.

"Shhhhh! Do you hear that?" Jae had thrown her fist up in a hold signal as she spoke, tension on every word.

They held still and listened.  There was silence, but it was broken by muffled shuffling above them and a tinkling sound.  A small pellet, which started emitting smoke, fell out of a nearby vent in the ceiling.  Within moments they were completely engulfed.  Jae laughed robustly over the comm. 

"Tear gas.  Lucky for us they don't know our Scope helmets are gas proof.  Pretend you are affected.  We'll have the element of surprise." Jae dropped to the floor and rolled around clawing her helmet, pretending to be in agonizing pain.  Dusk and Xy copied her, and they waited for the approaching attack.

They didn't wait long.  Six mercenaries wearing red armor and masks dropped from above.  Two stood over each Raider, cocky at the ease of their task. One of them reached down to grab Jae.  As soon as the man touched Jae, his head was sent rolling from his neck.  Jae was up on one knee, one of her blades held upright, crimson fluid slid down the edge to the floor and splashed against the sea foam lenses of her helmet.  Weapons started blasting and the mercenaries were screaming.  Xy swung her hips up over her chest and wrapped her ankles around the head of the mercenary standing directly over her.  Pulling him down with her legs, she drew her combat knife and sliced his neck as he came down into the floor. 

Suddenly Xy was grabbed by her waist and thrown around a corner, where there was no enemy fire.  When she found herself on her back looking up into sea-foam lenses, Xy felt her cheeks burning.  Jae leapt up from her mounted position on Xy and flew around the corner, firing her blaster towards the ensuing chaos.

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Word Count: 500. Girls just want to have fun

Jack picked up a slugthrower from one of the fallen merc's and smiled. They were all still coughing and rubbing their faces from their own tear gas. She couldn't blame them for the mistake, most stormtrooper armor would have been susceptible to the gas but SCOPE armor fixed several of the issues typical stormy armor had. She flipped on her HUD to see through the smoke with infrared. The guards were coming in through the doorway, which clogged their numbers, keeping the tactical advantage on RAIDERS side.

Her mind ran through the numbers and calculated the possibilities and outcomes logging her results which remained in their favor. Her mind was exceptional when it came to tactics but getting her brain to shut up and let her sleep required large glasses of ale and stiff shots of whiskey.

Jack hadn't said much since they left the hanger, but it wasn't her job to socialize. Havock had sent her on this mission to be an impartial witness to the mission. Someone who could report back on everyone's activity not just the troopers.

Her eyes fell on the two female troopers who had fallen in a heap on the ground and rolled her eyes. She just couldn't wait to see the expression on Havock's face when she mentioned that.

Jack fired two shots throwing a merc into two others that were heading for the females. Jaenna was already up running towards some more mercs with her treppus blades, which just made Jack smirk. The girl had some spunk, must have been what Havock saw in her. She lowered her hand to Xylonia. "Need a hand beautiful?"

Xylonia grabbed the offered forearm and nodded. "Thanks Jack, where have you been?"

"Right here, care to join me in the shooting?"

"Of course."

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RAIDERS

Whiskey was reckless, stupid, crazy and… Jae shook her head, clearing the flush that had come to her cheeks after she had fallen on top of the other woman. Now, she sprinted toward gas engulfed mercs, Treppus blades shinning in the blood that had already been spilled. That stupid, idiot woman. Almost getting herself shot and shit. Jae grumbled as she pivoted to the right, feet colliding with the wall as she used her speed and momentum to run up and over a pair of mercs. With another jump, she was done from the wall, twisting her hips as she turned around to slash both of the mercs’ backs, attracting their attention. The men turned, only to gain another large slash across their chest, then have the edges of the blades shoved into the now exposed flesh, ending them quickly.

As the men fell from her blades, she grumbled again. Stupid gorram Whiskey. It wasn’t emotion, it wasn’t the same feeling she had for Havock, but there was the curiosity there. However, the woman knew she’d have to shove that aside and leave it for another time. As she saw Jack and Whiskey coming towards her, she wiped the blood from her blades onto the armor of the two men she had just killed. Insult to injury- er… death, rather. “’Ey. We gotta keep moving. Come on.” Her voice held the normal bit of anger it usually did, but still hidden behind the sea-foam of her visor was that light flush of her cheeks that would have given away her curiosity of the lavender haired faux-stripper.

Shoving that aside, yet again, she turned and held up her fist for a moment, then waved her hand forward for the tell-tale signal to keep moving. Though it wouldn’t ever be that easy at this point, with the smell of tear gas in the air and the sound of blasters going off echoing down the halls, it went without saying that they’d run into more mercs. “Whiskey, keep yer dman helment on. Jack, nice to have you with us. Dusk, be careful with your leg since yer hit. We’ll have Karash look at that.”

“Oh he’s gonna hate me…” Dusk mumbled as he put another charge into his blaster, trotting next to Jack and Whiskey.

“Shut up, he’ll deal with it.” Jae’s voice snapped back, as she continued to trot, rounding a corner only to see another group of mercs coming at them. “Behind the corner! Be sparse on ammo! We still got a way to go!” After sheathing her blades, she took out her trusty DC-15 and began firing around the corner as each pause from the mercs’ firing reached her ears. It was tough, adrenaline rushing, loud… Exactly what she liked about being in RAIDERS. It made her feel whole again, made her feel like she meant something. The protectiveness she felt over her troops felt even better.

Another merc fell and she growled, whispering to herself, “I want RAIDERS back.”

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500.

Fireteam Beta is now more than halfway to their destination.

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RAIDERS

It should be me… It should be me! The voice wouldn’t quiet down, it continued to rage and claw at her mind, causing her helmet hidden face to contort in troubled anger. Joamer stole this Squad from me… He’s just turning it into Wraith. The ducts had been a thing of RAIDERS way back when, sure, but not nearly as much as they were now, not since Joamer somehow took the reins. It still baffled here how he had even come to command RAIDERS. What was Havock thinking? What was High Command thinking? It was Joamer who had gone rogue during a campaign… A loud grumble ripped through her helmet as she rounded a corner, coming into eyeshot of even more mercs.

“Dusk, Jack shoot their knees! I’ll handle the rest! Whiskey, cover me for the double-tap!” With the command thick in the air, and in the speakers of their comlinks, she took off towards the group of mercs, blades held in her normal ‘x’ position in front of her body as she sprinted. She heard blasters fire and watched as the first two men crumbled over as their knees were promptly taken out. As she passed by them, she leaned her blades down and quickly tipped their chins up with the tips of the Treppus blades, and then sliced. Following the slices were the sounds of a final shot from Whiskey that when straight into their chest, finishing them for good.

The groove was good, it was bloody, it was working. This is what being a RAIDER was about. Going in, quietly of course, then causing the chaos that the squad worked best in. If the entire mission was quiet, they’d get bored and do their own shit, but with a constant flow of chaos after their initial infiltration, and after their sneaky duties were filled… the Squad worked dammed well together. It’d be a lie if Jae said she didn’t enjoy going sneaky only, it’d also be a lie if she said she didn’t enjoy the chaos she was running through right now. There needed to be a balance, and her mind kept screaming at her that Joamer didn’t know how to do that.

RAIDERS will be mine again. The thought clawed at her mind once more as she felt yet another man slide off of her blade, then heard his last breath as the thud of Whiskey’s blaster bolt struck him in the chest. “Keep moving!” She shouted. They were close, they were almost there. Only a football field more of these hallways and they’d reach the power center that kept the enviro-rooms up and running. But the firefights were growing thicker, the mercs were multiplying. Some of them had armor that didn’t crumple at the knees.

They rounded another corner and Jae swore as she saw a large group of mercs and skidded to a stop, reach out her right arm and almost clotheslining Whiskey as she turned on her heel and back around the corner.

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500.

They are almost there. Take into count any injuries you want to. They were just sprinting through groups of mercs, and considering how the mercs are well trained and not so easily taken out don't think we got out of that sprint without any injuries. I only did basic description to save my word count. Also, my next post will be us getting to the destination, so please play on this firefight, and nothing more until I post again.

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RAIDERS.

Kneeling down Joamer knew Fikk was not here, years of training and experience did not tell him this. The two week old dust layer on the floor told him this. Looking around slowly he knew this room was used as an energy reserve of some type only, every few weeks routine maintenance would be done in here but nothing beyond that. Nothing in the room was remarkable, simple backup energy storage containers, a big generator in the center providing power for something. Pipes, wires, conducts, ran the length of the ceiling and walls.

Looking over at Karash and Heliwer their faces told him the same thing. Tapping his comm he switched to a frequency only Jaenna and him could use. After a moment of silence he said quietly, "He's not here, this place is not highly used. I know I don't need to tell you this, but proceed with caution. We don't want him running."

Switching the frequency he picked the one he knew Coadster would be on, signalling to Karash to scout the hallway for a moment he said, "Fikk is not here, proceed carefully. If you see anything odd signal, and the cavalry will come."

A single click answered him as Heliwer scanned the room slowly from his spot against one the walls. Looking over at the younger man he wondered what he was thinking, he wondered what all of the squad was thinking. Even after a year of being in command he still felt odd, leading a group such as this was risky at the best of times. Downright insane at the worst, to have a squad stay as one unit yet stay so right on that line between right and court-marshaled was very difficult. The mental well-being of every member of his squad was something he constantly thought about, including Jaenna. What she was going through worried him the most right now, he knew the reasons why he just could not figure out how to help her.

Looking up he saw Karash step back inside and nod once. Standing up he pulled his DLT-20a in front of him as he said, "Alright, Fikk is not here so we now wait. Since we are literally almost right in between the other two points we need to find a shady spot and hold up in till we get word from one of them."

"Side room not far from here, never used much." Heliwer said as he shrugged. Something in the man's eyes made Joamer smirk for a moment before he half grinned. Signalling once he motioned for Karash to follow as he brought up the rear.

Moving quietly down the hallway he looked back into the room one last time before he lost site of the open doorway. It worried him the doorway remained open even if the room was never entered. Security procedures on this station may require all doors to remain open at all times, if that was the case their situation would get even more annoying. Even though walking the hallways in blatantly enemy armor stood out enough by itself.

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Couple hairs over 515.

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Blackjack

“Boss, I found a speeder system,” Crest’s quickly spoke. He continued, “Looks it can take us deeper into the station.”

“Good job - grab it,” the boss replied. “We’re loading up, and we’ve got to move fast.”

Crest smiled at the prospect of finally being able to have some...fun. He hefted the A280 up and swept sights over what he could see of the inside of the speeder from the outside.

Tilting his vision so that he could see his fellow Private First Class, Crest spoke, “Come on, Fain; I’ll ‘convince’ the driver to help us, and you can make sure we don’t have any fellow passengers on this trip. Alright?”

“Sure.”

“Let’s go then.”

Almost as one, Crest and Fain vaulted over the slight barrier that had been serving as their cover and trotted up at a leisurely pace to the still airspeeder. As the two of them pressed themselves flat on either side of the entrance, Crest raised three fingers of his left hand to indicate the countdown. He lowered one finger, then the next, and then finally the last one. As it touched his fist, Crest snapped his hand back onto the A280, as Fain commenced his rapid entry. Crest followed on his heels. Fain broke left into the main compartment of the airspeeder. Crest aimed his A280 into the rapidly shrinking human figure in the pilot’s seat.

Seeing the figure opening his mouth in protest, Crest barked out, “Shut up, unless you want to have a third hole in your face. It’d look mighty impressive dead center of your forehead.”

The mouth clenched shut, and a look of terror and recognition flooded the man’s face.

“Clear,” informed Fain, over the squad channel.

“And I’ve got us a nice chauffeur, boss. Who else will give you that type of five-star service in the middle of a mission?”

“Alright everybody, board up,” Gates ordered, his voice completely devoid of appreciation of the humor and exactly how it was supposed to be.

The rest of Blackjack and all of Eclipse quickly boarded the airspeeder and filed into their places. Crest left the boss to explain their destination and moved to the back of the airspeeder. A minute ticked away. The airspeeder suddenly took off, a consensus having been apparently reached by Gates and pilot.

Four black-clad mercenaries rushed into the area where the speeder had been, their body expressions showing that they were crestfallen at the escape of their target. Unfortunately, they gathered in front of the refueling station. Crest quietly slipped the window open and aimed his A280 at the pipe that supplied fuel into the measuring station. One shot lanced out. The fuel spurted out of the pipe, coating the ground in about a six-meter radius. As they tried to get out of the mess, they slipped and fell on top of the mess. Crest fired aother round. A firestorm burst into existence and burnt brilliantly as it consumed the fuel.

Crest crowed, “Who likes their Blan-charred!”

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WC:500 exact
And, yes, I've been waiting to use that

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JESTER

She was in the back, as always. Telling herself that it had nothing to do with her race  or her personal specialties had done little good to bolster her confidence. She didn't mind most of the time, Doregan had gone out of his way to make her feel like a part of the squad. But since joining forces with Jester squad, it was almost as if she didn't exist. A soft growl escaped her lips and she settled into the shadows  as the rest of Raitonin engaged  the mercenaries.

The shadows were where she was most comfortable and where she often did her best work. It was for this reason that her callsign had been changed. Doregon had taken a look at her and at her file and  called her a regular kage. At the time she'd no idea what it had meant, he'd taken the time to explain to her, that in his native tongue, kage meant shadow. She'd taken to it like a Mon Cal to water. After all, the shadows was where Bothans often did  their best work.

Brushing off her typical insecurities, Kage concentrated on the task she had been placed in Raitonin Squad for. While the others and Jester continued to engage the enemy, Kage uploaded a current map of their location, their objective location  and the surrounding area. That done she made her way to the detention area to see what obstacles lay in wait for the rest of them when they came this way.

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Bright hissed at the Blanchard reinforcements that had arrived. She was right that they had been waiting, hanging back in order to more closely guard her people as well as tire them out with the previous skirmishes. If only these Blanchard fools had known that her resolve had been forged in some of the VE's deadliest battles and campaigns.  She didn't tire easily and playing games such as they had been playing was a sure fire way to piss her off.

Beside her Doregan appeared tense and rigid, not at all the man that had been accompanying her so far.  Five more mercs remained including the two men that had found them in the vents. The charge on her rifle chose that moment to give out and die. Cursing fluently in five different languages, Bright dropped the blaster rifle and grabbed for her blades.

“I'm going in, cover me.” She called to Doregan. The big man nodded and continued to fire his weapons.

The five remaining mercs seemed to have exhausted their own blaster charges, Bright chose that moment to move in to action. In the next three minutes the rest of the mercenaries now lay dead either by her blades or by a cluster of blaster shots to various vital organs. In the end she could only claim two of those kills as her own.

“Shall we continue?” She asked sliding her blades back into their sheathes.

“Kage, report.” Doregan said nodding in Bright's direction.

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500

Fire fight with Blanchard Mercs is done we are moving on using updated data from a Raitonin Squad trooper called Kage, who used the fire fight as a distraction to slip away and scout out the rest of the area to the detention area.

We should be meeting with Needle forces in the next post.

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Eclipse, Blackjack

Things had happened quickly enough for Zaria to be in a daze as she ran alongside her fellow Eclipse members and Blackjack. Eclipse had moved through the building with help of the vents as well as a sudden loss of gravity around the station. The confusion inside the building and around other sectors of the station had helped divert attention from them as they made moved on in their simple technicians uniforms.

Skarr had moved them to a secluded place of the station and quickly made contact with Garryll as the rest of the squad removed the technician clothing to reveal simpler garments made to go under the armor they had brought. HE sounded a bit flustered, noted Zaria as she pulled the tunic of the uniform over her head.

“Let’s go Eclipse. We’re joining Blackjack, we’ve just gotten our new assignment.” The muscular Squad leader motioned for them to move on just as they finished. They encountered little resistance thanks to the distraction from the other Squads.

“Skarr, you alright there?” Skarr answered Zaria’s question with a nod as they continued.  She furrowed her brow thoughtfully falling behind to make sure the rest of the squad followed and not pressing the subject any further. Truthfully she did not know her squad or their leader very well, yet.

Eclipse embraced the shadows around them as a patrol passed near then on its way to find the cause of all the uproar, poor fools don’t know what’ll hit them thought Zaria.  The training Skarr had given them had paid off.  Soon enough they had found their way toward Blackjack and had quickly pulled on their armor.
Zaria was amused at how quickly Blackjack moved, they moved efficiently. She turned to look at Skarr, his jaw was held tight. He caught her eye and visibly tried to relax. Then he nodded at the group so she turned to look at them just as Skarr spoke to her over a private network.

“Get them moving, Lance Corporal.” He was not used to having an assistant to his squad, Zaria was not used to being in charge, and both were still a little awkward as far as their roles but they tried. Only time would tell how well the pair could work together. Zaria spoke to the squad over their private network as they finished pulling on their armor.

“Get a move on with that armor Eclipse, stay close; we’ll be listening to Garryll for a while. Any questions for Skarr or me use this network.” The rest of the squad responded easily, now fully equipped and looking to Garryll for further direction.

As they boarded the speeder Zaria felt herself lost. They did not respect her yet, she felt it. But then again respect was meant to be earned not simply given. She hoped that with time things would fall into place. The speeder moved both Squads quickly enough, taking them deeper in to enemy territory. Things were starting to get more interesting for Eclipse.

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500 words. Just an update on what's been going on with Eclipse since last we heard from them.

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JESTER

She's had them in his sights, from the ventilation duct above them. She slowly approached his finger near the trigger when suddenly, a phenomenal explosion disintegrate one of the five guards.

Two of the remaining men were brutally killed by an unmatched precision. Two shots, two kills.
Liliths had heard a distinctive voice behind the security checkpoint just after the feat.

"I told you to open the door."

It could only be one person. Sergeant D'jonoc, his new squad leader.

''Finally, they are here.'' Whispered Lilith to herself.

Unfortunately, she managed to lose sight of the other guards, during the firefight. She could hear the suppressing fire toward the sergeant's team from their cover. She could not let her squad stuck at this location. Lilith kicked down the vent grid, get half of her body out and start firing at the guards. Luckily, the position she had given her an advantage over them.

''I had said it before. It doesn't dare follow me,'' Therex said, while laughing.

"Move in," ordered Brightstar.

They enter the corridor while remaining vigilant. Anyone could have set traps to take them out by surprise.
Brightstar calmly walked towards one of the dead to check the injuries.

"Not this time it seems. This is definitely a gunshot. However, not from us, judging from the angle.'' Said Brightstar while looking at Therex.

"Who did this," he retorted.

"It was me guys, sorry to be late," said Lilith just before falling from the duct above them.

"Oh! That was an impressive drop," said Therex.

"Nothing I can't handle, thanks." She retorted faintly.

"Private Lilith, glad you could have made it here. Even so, we have not time to talk about the reason of your delay." Said Brightstar while sliding her blades back into their sheathes. "Kage. Are we close to the detention center."

"No. We have to take the next corridor on the left. Continue for approximately one hundred meters. Our goal should be in the last room." Replied the Raitonin while looking at his datapad.

"Come on everybody, in formation. We have no time to lose," shouted Brightstar, "Lilith we'll talk about your falling back later."

They took the left corridor as Kage had mentioned earlier. It was dark, without any emergency lights. Brightstar nodded toward Therex, he immediately took the head of the squad. He was the only one to have a cybernetic prosthesis allowing him to see better.

"Therex. You see something ahead?" Said Brightstar.

"It is not clear yet. Be careful though, there are windows along the wall I could not tell what is in the rooms." Replied Therex to the team.

Brightstar knelt through the darkness, darkness. The of the team did the same until they reached the far end.

"I think we're there. Detention cells," Lilith's read out loud. Da.., it is protect by a security panel like you encountered earlier.

"You know the drill," replied Brightstar while looking at Therex with a smile.

"I'll do it with pleasure, ma'am."

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WC: 475.
I find my way back to the squad. We arrived at the detention cells.

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RAIDERS

    Xy watched Fikk out of the corner of her jade eye.  She walked slowly, pacing around the room waiting for Joamer’s orders.  Finally they were right where they needed to be.  The tension was tight in her chest, mostly from excitement, not fear.  Waiting for over two weeks had built up within her.  Every day had dragged on forever for her.  Although she had been in the army only a short time, the few connections she had made, she had missed while on Liberty Station.

Fikk gulped as he evaluated Joamer.  The silence dragged slower than a Hutt on stone.  Joamer’s jaw was as hard as steel as his gaze un-wavered from Fikk.  Xy could tell that Joamer was as hungry as she was, if not hungrier.  Biting her cheek to keep from smiling she glared into the eyes of one of Fikk’s guards standing directly in front of her.  It was hard not to smile when she was finally with her family, Raiders, again.  The guard in front of her turned to a console and pretended to be busy pulling up some data.  Her pace continued as she held in a scoff.

They were intimidated alright.  Xylonia, Jaenna, Mox, Coadster, Joamer, Karash, Dusk, Beta, and Heliwer made for an intimidating group.  Xy cracked her neck with a sudden jerk, making the closest guard to her jump and reach for his weapon.  He let out a quick breath and went back to looking at his console, sweat beading on his forehead.  Xy bit her lip to prevent herself from smirking.    Heh. Amateurs.  

Despite having to wait and the moment was dragging on forever, Xy felt happy.  She was with some of the people that mattered most to her now.  Like a spider having wound its web, she kept waiting patiently.  Now that she was with her own, she could wait forever.  The hair stood up on the back of her neck, and her eyes shifted over to the source, Heliwer.  He was looking at her but soon looked away.  She smiled inside to herself.  He was also good at staying calm and patient under pressure, but she also knew he was as glad to be in the same room with her as she was to be with him. 

Xy could almost hear Jaenna’s teeth grinding together.    Hold on for just a little longer Jae.  We’ve got him.   She wanted to reach out and squeeze Jaenna’s arm, but knew she couldn’t.    Instead, she stopped pacing and stood still as a statue, radiating the intimidating factor from her persona.  Fikk’s guards seemed to feel it from all the Raiders and they all looked pale and on edge.    C’mon Fikk, make your move.  What will it be?    Xy’s eyes remained pure jade in color.  She thought she saw Heliwer squint at her eyes, perhaps noticing the color he has not seen before.  Soon, he looked away. 

C’mon, c’mon.  Let’s take him Joamer.

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RAIDERS

Where the hell does he want us to go? Where the hell are we supposed to to take him now? The thoughts kept coursing through her head, clawing at her mind as her teeth ground together, causing even more of a headache. As she moved, her left hand balled into a fist, her right twitching every few moments, fighting the urge to grab hold of her pistol and turn it on the old man - a man who was one part of a plan to destroy everything she now knew. The urge to turn on him at that very moment was strong, terrifyingly so. The muscles in her hand continued to twitch, her teeth continued to grind, her mind continued to scream at her to just spring it and go. But as she looked to her left, her good eye narrowed behind her sea-foam visor, she saw Joamer glaring at her, the look an obvious silent phrase of 'Don't you dare.'

Already it was hard to keep herself steady as they walked through the back alley's of the residential station-city, but knowing that Joamer's command sat behind it as well just made her skin crawl. Over the past two weeks, no, the past months, she had decided it was her time again. It was her time to once again take command of the RAIDERS and make them what they should be, make them what they were meant to be. She tasted bile in her throat as once again she fought down the urge to turn her pistol on the old, decrepit man. It should be her giving the commands, it should be her in charge. It killed her to think that Joamer was the one she answered to; that he, the man who went rogue during a Platoon campaign, was so blindly trusted by the Squad she had given her life to. It sickened her.  Or maybe... what was sickening her was the fact that the heavily concentrated dose of spice he had given her was beginning to lose it's effect.

With a deep breath, the realization striking her heard enough to make her entire right hand twitch into a fist, she used her left hand to give Joamer a soft signal, one that the two friends had agreed upon months ago during a discussion about her spice usage. Joamer nodded, and slowed his pace, the rest of the squad and the old man following. Slowly, Jae raised her wrist, and with the click of a few simple buttons she activated her communication killing transmitter, stopping all abilities for Fikk to contact his guards, and also hacked into his chair controls, taking away his ability to control it himself. She smirked, and luckily it was hidden by the visor, for if looks could kill the old man would be in flames.

"What is going on?" Fikk's grating voice slid over his tongue as he fiddled with his chair controls.

The RAIDERS closed in their circle, all smirking lightly.

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RAIDERS are currently surrounding Fikk and his hacked chair in a tight circle in the back alleys of the residential city. Jae has activated her little device that kills communications for any chosen frequency, and she chose Fikk's guards' frequency.

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JESTER

Therex walked cautiously down the hallway, scanning the walls and ceiling with thermal imaging. He saw a red spot flare up right above him. Panicking, Therex fell backwards onto his tailbone, firing sporadically. When he let up on the trigger, Bright came over and pulled him up.

"Congrats soldier." she said, teasing, "You hit the heating vent. Try to save your ammo for the real threats."

Trying to regain some composure, Therex brushed off his shoulders and slung his blaster rifle over his shoulder, and swapped it out for his M3s. From in front of him, Bright stopped and held her hand up. Therex turned his head, still looking through a thermal scanner filter, and saw what had stopped her.

A rather large red blur, sat behind a door, obviously preparing an ambush. They weren't to great at being silent however. They were clomping around in heavy boots and they kept lightly bumping the door, which was usually followed by several loud shushes. Bright shook her head and called Therex forward.

"Can you blow up another door?" she asked.

"Not really." he said, swinging his arms out. "I am fresh out of explosive materials."

"Alright then," she said, calling the squad together. "We are gonna do this the old fashioned way. Just wait for them to open the door, and then let'em have it."

Turning she switched her comm on.

"Lilith, how long do you need?"

A slightly filtered voice came from the comm.

"Just a couple more minutes. They really didn't want people snooping around in their computers."

Clicking her comm in confirmation, Bright moved behind cover and pulled her blaster up. Light and Therex joined her, each pulling out their weapons and doing equipment checks. Suddenly a hiss came from the door's hydraulics.

"Here they come boys and girls."

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RAIDERS.

Giving a hand signal he watched as his squad suddenly made their move amongst the guards. Throughout the last few minutes all the guards had been separated slowly, with the advantage of being together gone the moment RAIDERS struck was clean and simple. In minute they had been carrying weapons, the next they were on the ground with their hands above their heads.

"Commander Jonus Fikk, your first thoughts were correct. I am not what I seem to be, my name is Reistlin Joamer, Sergeant Major, Squad Leader RAIDERS squad. Your men and yourself will be taken to a secure location, what happens after that is not my concern." Joamer said slowly as he removed the man's hand from the chair controls. "Be good and I won't have to have my second here break something you may need later on."

"Hurr, we got you." Jaenna said slowly from a few feet behind him. Joamer turned to glance at his second over his shoulder as she supervised the disarming of Fikk's guards.

"As you can see, keeping her in check is difficult. Pretty good drug cocktale helps though, but she is still unstable." Joamer said as he motioned for the squad prepare to move out. "I want flankers fore and aft, we will be moving slow through the city. We will try to take as many backways as we can, our goal should be one of the secured hangar bays. If any guard acts up shoot him, keep your weapons off stun."

"You know you won't make it right? We are too big of a group to pass by unnoticed, and now with my guards walking as prisoners we attract even more attention." Fikk said as she crossed his arms slowly.

"I've heard that before, many times. Sometimes we make it, sometimes we don't. You better hope we do make it or I'll make sure you won't go back to your old job. I would rather bring in a corpse then tell my boss you are still in business." Joamer said as he nodded to Coadster to lead the group forward.

He knew their chances of making it all the way to the hangar were slim without being detected. At some point the guards would try to grab Fikk and make a break for it, Fikk himself would probably try something sooner of later. He doubted the man's seemingly inability to walk or move quickly was completely real, no doubt an elaborate deception to put people off guard.

Rolling his shoulders slowly to work out a kink he checked the energy levels of his DLT-20a rifle as they begun moving through the heavier populated parts of the station. He could hear screaming and the random blaster going off in the distance, but for the moment it seemed they were alone. He knew that would change at any moment, he could almost feel the security cameras watching the group move slowly through the city.

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WC-494. Fikk is ours, we are now moving towards one of the hangars.

I spent two weeks in the depths of the station, maintaining the artificial gravity, and know I get orders to patrol the halls for enemys."Gon't come back until we give you the clear, no matter what,"Bright ordered. So spending god knows how long in the dark and foreboding detention level was not his idea of a great job.

"Alright you can come back, we got the POWs. Prepair to report in, Bright out."Good, I can go back, this is taking far to long. As HammerHead walked back to his fellow squad members he heard the sound of footsteps clanking on the cold metal floor. He quickly dove behind a security terminal just as a another group of mercenaries rounded the corner."Frak, the are obiously well armed and my comrades have no clue whats coming."

"Bright, come in Bright, do you read."

"Yeah what is it Hammer?"

"Look out theres a group of..."(static)

No, this can't be happening. I have to warn them, I have to help.

HammerHead got up an ran right past the the thugs, dropping a thermal detonator as he went."Catch me if you can you nerf herders."He shot two square in the chest and ran straight toward his enemy.He wuickly turned an led them down another hallway."That's right my pray, fall into my trap." he thought.
He lead the group through the endless maze of tunnels until they lost him in the shadows."I see you" he wispered. HammerHead slit ones throught with his knofe and hit won down south with his blaster rifle. He dropped another thermal detonator and said, "Good luck with that one." he than followed his steps until he reached his original path. He turned around only two see two more squads of mercenaries walk up. He ran until he could see his squad members."Take cover" he cried!