OOC:  /me reads more closely.  Um, yeah, I see your point.  Consider those fighters launched from other facilities.  Talon is correct about the hangar limitations on that class of vessel.

Stitch burst from his chair and exclaimed, "KITTIES ARR PRITTI!" and then dove back to his seat as if nothing happened. (OOC: Yeah, ok, so I have no idea where to take this. Someone get us out of this rut.)
 
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(+)  Lance Corporal Eitras "Stitch" Daevra
Jester Squad - Combat Medic
MDC/LCPL Stitch/Jester Squad/Storm Platoon/VEA/VE

"Doctors, you do a bang up job here."
"Well, they keep getting banged up and we'll keep doing our job."

[Kiption, such language on this comnet you should be ashamed.  Also as I remember from the briefing we don't know which station the plans are actually on, they could be on one of the other two we don't have access to(or am I just giving in to my perspective of reality too much again?).] Too many things were uncertain and no real plan of battle had been decided by either squad leader.  No clear cut division of responsibilities would lead to nothing but chaos and problems later. To make things worse Kuroishi had seen retirement homes with more get up and go then Wraith squad.  Kuroishi had managed some rather impresive things in the past but he had a squad of disciplined, professional, and enthusiastic soldiers to help him get there. Dealing with bad situations was what a soldier was trained to do, but Kuroishi still didn't like having so many questions unaswered.  He'd give his left leg and left arm just for ten minutes of GUESSWORK's services. While he did have an idea of what the opposition had from what information VE intel had managed to gather, he still didn't know how they were spread out.  No one had even an idea of the strength, disposition, or quality of the forces they were here to inspect. There wasn't even a timetable for operations on the drawing board yet.  Things were about to get interesting.
 
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The Head Terrorist
Great Death Leader of the Fallen
The Chief Instigator of Pain and Terror
GN Daishi(2LT Kuroishi)
"Victory through terror, terror through infiltration. Redefining pain and suffering since 2000 and damn proud of it."  Fallen Angels motto.

    Kiption looked across the table at Kraas and smiled thinly. There was an uncomfortable silence in the room and Kip had had enough of it. What had started as a long list of questions he had made was now down to the last few. He didn’t much like being used as a distraction.     “The sergeant Major will be here soon?”     “Ah I’m sure he will,” Kiption grimaced.     “Good Good.” Kraas looked down at a data pad, well aware that Kip was struggling to cover Raziel.     “Oh there was one more question,” Kiption started.     “Go ahead, please” Kraas replied. He didn’t even try to cover a smile.     “Your troops down on the planet, we can easily assess the arms and training, but how is the moral? I mean do they truly follow the empire or are they just here for the pay?” As Kiption finished it actually seemed like quite a good question.     “Ah well those who have been with us from the start are really the loyalists. The ones I want you to have a look at. The others however are mercenaries; they couldn’t care less who they’re fighting for. I truly regret having to hire that bunch.” Kiption looked up as Kraas finished.     “We knew you hired mercenaries, but how much of your force is made up of them?”     “Oh not that many, no where near half of my force. However I’ve merely hired a small portion of the troops they have on offer. I could in an emergency hire a great deal more, but only for a short time you see.” Kraas genuinely smiled. If there was something he liked it was boasting.     Kiption thought for a second on this. He made a mental note to bring this up later with the rest of the men.     The door swung inwards and Raziel stepped through. He looked at both of them and then took a seat.     “Good to see you here Sergeant. I trust whatever kept you wasn’t too taxing?”     “Erm no trouble, sorry to keep you both waiting for so long.”     “You’d better be” Kip mumbled.     “Good Good,” Kraas smiled. “Well we all know why you’re here. However I now need to be a bit more precise about my needs.” Kraas turned to a holo projector set into the table on one side. He fumbled with some controls and an image of a sprawling city appeared. “Ah yes Eriadu city. This is where the war will be won or lost, if we can take back the city and turn it into my fortress we can hold them off indefinitely. Now as it stands it looks like this” The image rotated around and then changed colour. The left hand side, what the image showed to be the north, was highlighted in red. On their right hand side the image was bright blue. There was no clear divide between the forces, in the centre of the map the red section pushed out right into the middle of the blue. “As you can see in the last few days they have attacked the centre of my forces and pushed us back. I lost a lot of good men, but they retreated efficiently, the rebels also failed to seriously push me back at any other point along the central divide. The rebels have pushed a lot of men into this section to hold it” Kraas pointed to the red peninsula. “Having failed to push me back anywhere else they also failed to realise that they couldn’t hold this section without using up a lot of resources. My commanders and I have decided of what to do about this. “We plan to cut them off from the rest of their forces, if we can stop them from retreating we can slowly whittle them down and annihilate a large portion of their troops. Of course they’ll probably surrender after a few weeks, but you never know.” On the diagram the neck of the red peninsula was eaten by the blue. Over a few seconds the red violation dissolved into blue once more. Raziel looked to Kiption and then back to Kraas. “And after that?” “Well we’ll probably go back on the defensive, I don’t want to take any risks yet. Right now…” Kraas started, quickly changing subject. “…I would like your men to try and get into this rebel intrusion and try and advise me on what sort of force I’m going to need to force them out. Also try and look at their rearguard to see what we’ll be fighting to cut them off.” Again Raziel and Kiption looked at each other briefly. “As you wish,” Raziel said. “Have your men ready early tomorrow morning. The city still isn’t a safe place to land so we’ll do another bombing run of their advancing forces tomorrow morning and risk a drop off. That’ll save time. Until last week this seemed like skirmish, now we’re bombing each other. ” Raziel reflected that maybe this fight didn’t need any exterior help to escalate the conflict.     The sun started to creep around the planet turning the black sleeping station into a shining metal factory. Raziel watched as the planet beneath him started to light up. The view was quite amazing, until his window was closed as the station was brought fully into the sun’s harsh glare.     The bed creaked as he stood up to look around his temporary room. He had been awake for hours, unable to sleep. He picked up one small leather bag and opened his door. He started at they dull grey wall in front of him for a second before turning right and heading off to meet Kraas.     One of Kraas’ officers sat down on a plain wooden stool in front of them all. He wore a tattered uniform and his leg was roughly splinted. It looked like a lot of Kraas’ men had been here a while.     “Well I’m not sure what help I can give you really, all the hired mercenaries have their own uniforms and a lot of them don’t. I’m not really sure how they’ll react if they see a group of men behind their lines so I can only suggest one thing. Don’t get noticed.     “They can’t really entrench themselves in the city so it shouldn’t be too hard for someone who knows that they’re doing to get in amongst them.” He carried on, obviously glad to talk to someone new about the situation.     “So you don’t think there’s any particular place we should try and go through?”     “No not really, tomorrow night we’ll start some more serious skirmish’s to try and keep them occupied.”     “Ok well hopefully in the confusion we’ll be able to slip through, but I still don’t like the idea of being caught by stray fire. Kip, I’d like you to think about how we can look pretty inconspicuous in case we have to move around during the daylight.” Raziel said.     “On it” was all Kip said.     “Arkanian, I want you to take Bronx and Yun and go with the lieutenant. Look over all his equipment, check out his troops and make sure you do a thorough job. I want a full report given to me when we get back. Whenever that’ll be.”     Raziel clasped his carbine blaster tightly and looked out into the darkness. His eyes were used to the darkness, yet he still couldn’t make out much his surroundings. Everything seemed dull and quiet compared to the constant noise of battle that had kept him up all last night.     Then there was the familiar sound of blaster fire and of grenades. The street fighting had been heavy in this section of the city for months and most of the structures were roofless and crumbling. The skyline was suddenly lit up as heavier weapons were used. It seemed so strange to Raziel that skirmish’s had been constant in the city for so long and the rebels had even started some major attacks, yet most of the planet was still at rest.     Raziel looked to Kiption and nodded. There was no inspirational speech tonight, no bravado or laughing. They would simply try and get through heavy urban fighting in the middle of the night and come out on the other side alive. Wraiths had been training for years in how to go undetected, but Raziel feared none of that would matter tonight.     The wraiths moved silently through almost deserted streets towards the sound of battle, the jesters somewhere out to their left.     It was a few minutes before they started seeing troops moving around. Raziel had them wait for fifteen minutes until a nearby fight was finished. A group of loyalists had started moving down a street, but had been ambushed by rebel defences.     “Ok let’s go. Keep in cover at all times and keep low we don’t want to get seen. We take it as slow as we can,” Raziel regretted that he might be giving up on the chance to beat Jester to the meeting point within Rebel territory. (Ok we’ve got something to write about now. Anything you want changed in the above email me.)
 
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SL/SGMTRaziel/4SQD/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/ {EW1} {WoS} {VP}
Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths
"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music." Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989.

Tylen look up sharply..."prostitutes?" he asked implying no response back.... He quickly got to his feet and began walking off with the group...
 
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Sith Guardian Tylen Jaap
CM/SG Tylen Jaap/Elite Griffen Sect/VSD-II Griffen/VEDJ/VE [VP]
TRP/SMJR Tylen Jaap/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE
Little Ball of Death - Jester Squad

'Meditate on this, I will'- Yoda

Yun stood next to Kuroishi and also noticed something was not right and started to back up when he was grabbed by kuroishi.  Yun had a bad feeling he wouldnt leave there alive.
 
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Whatever floats your boat

    Raziel forced himself to take a bite of the stale bread, the surface cracked beneath his teeth. The bread turned almost to dust as he chewed on it, he allowed himself the pleasure of a mouthful of water to ease his parched throat.     Days had become weeks and still they had not breached the rebel lines. Infact they had been lucky even to survive the initial ambush.     Someone didnt want them to complete their mission, or even for that matter return to kraas. It seemed everytime they tried to advance forwards or backwards theyr were quickly cut off by tanks and troops. Raziel briefly wandered if Jester had been ambushed aswell, before realising he couldnt care less.     They were surviving now off of their last rations and any food that Raziel managed to steal from the rebel troops, the last mission had been a rather painful failure and Raziel hadn't tried for a few days. Fortunately a lot of the rebel troops used modern blastech weapons, so ammunition was plentiful.     Raziel had already made his decision. Against the odds they would succeed in their mission.     "Sir!" Narroc called. He was high up above Raziel in the ruins of an old building, stolen sniper rifle trained on the road ahead.     "What?" Raziel hissed, as he spoke he heard clicking and shuffling noises as the rest of his squad prepared there weapons. There were no more green soldiers in Raziel's squad. A month of solid urban fighting had seen to that.     "I see movement, i think its Kuroishi. I could be wrong though. No its him."     "How can you tell?"     "He looked right at me and stuck his middle finger up sir," Narroc called down.     "Right you are let him past."     A few minutes later Kuroishi walked past Grizzly into the wraiths temporary shelter. His dirty covered facial features could barely been seen in the dark.     "Found something quite interesting," he smiled.     "The rebels?"     "Most have widthdrawn from the area, seemed like they were all heading southwest, towards the frontline. The tanks and mobile groups were getting together to the south though. I just get the feeling they're going to come after us again soon."     "I fail to see how any news was more important than that?" Raziel replied, smiling.     "Just a mile from here theres an old agri-dome. I had a look inside and it was mostly intact."     "Not bad, any food there?"     "Plenty of plants and fruits yes, but it also had its own chemical factory underneat. Just a small one."     "And?" Raziel said, letting Kuroighi finish.     "Plenty of things i could use for explosives there. I'm not sure about putting anything that useful together, but the basic chemicals needed for making some pretty nasty stuff were all there."     "Good good, if we can just get something together to give us some chance against armour i think we might be on our way soon." Raziel noticed that the squad had already gathered around.     "Narroc linger around a bit longer, then come after us. Kuroishi lead the way. How do you all feel about getting some pay back?" ===========================================     Meanwhile Kraas was talking privately with Major Kenrith. The major's hands were shaking as he impatiently argued his point.     "But Major," Kraas went on, speaking slowly and calmly. "You seem to forget that our spies could still return. I don't want to waste anything more than i have to in retaking land that was mine untill recently."     "The Vast empire scouts won't be back i'm sure of it! Most likely they've played us for fools and have given the rebels information about our own position! I have shown you the sattelite picture i had taken, the rearguard is lightly defended!" Kenrith bit his lower lip, realising how much he had raised his voice. The furious berating he had expected never came. Instead Kraas went on as before.     "I realise that the imperial troops might have failed in their mission, but that Major is out of the question. However i have to prepare for any outcome. Reinforce the fron lines and have your men prepare to attack the Rebel intrusion's rearguard. Remember it was your men who lost me that ground in the first place. Let them know i am not pleased." Kenrith's face turned a deep red.     "You can leave now, i feel we may still regain some victory from the situation."     As the major left the room he instantly regained a lot of his composure.     "Yes Kraas, i think i might just gain something from the stuation."
 
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SL/SGMTRaziel/4SQD/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/ {EW1} {WoS} {VP}
Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths
"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music." Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989.

(i will post but i want to see more from other people of my squad 1st)
 
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SL/SGMTRaziel/4SQD/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/ {EW1} {WoS} {VP}
Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths
"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music." Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989.

    "Kuroishi's gone to stir up some trouble Lukas," Raziel smiled.     Lukas popped his head up from the rubble, quickly ducking back down again.     "Ok they've caught up with us again," Raziel took a look for himself. The same four tanks moved silently down the street towards them. Following the tanks was an understrength platoon of men. Understanding the danger now the soldier's moved quickly from cover to cover.     Earlier that day the rebel force had decided to flush out Wraith squad and finish them off, just as Kuroishi had thought. This time the Wraiths had been prepared. They had already dug in and were ready when the rebels pulled out from the area and started shelling it. When the troops had moved in to finish them off Wraith had been waiting.     The rebel platoon quickly fled the area after just a singly volley of fire from the hidden wraith squad. When the tanks had rushed into the area the Wraiths had already pulled back.     And so all day this had been going on, Raziel and his men had been leading the rebels on whilst wittling their numbers down. Only two injuries had been sustained so far; Lukas had taken a hit to the head as rubble fell onto him and Bronx's arm had been slashed badly by shrapnel when he hadnt run quite fast enough.     Raziel smiled as the Rebels kept moving on, where there had been five tanks there were now four and where there had been fifty men there were now twenty. The rebels were still confident in the knowledge that Wraiths would only harm the tanks through a lucky shot.     Grizzly fidgeted with two pieces of wire, the tanks were beginning the get close now. One of the wires led to a line of small ceramic pots littering the street.     Lukas trained his rifle on one of the sergeants, whilst the rest of the squad checked over their weapons.     As the tanks began to pass over the explosives grizzly touched the two wires together. The explosives went off right under the first three tanks. As the tanks fell heavily to the ground Narroc, Yun and myrrdin started firing from a building behind the Rebels. Panicking the soldiers dived for cover and ran from the street, not even trying to return fire.     The tank turned around in a long graceful curve, it's turret turing towards Narroc's position.     Raziel caught a glimpse of a wraith diving from cover before the building was turned to rubble in a few shots.     As Grizzly and narroc opened fire from the end of the street Raziel broke from cover and sprinted towards the tank. He was fortunate to get there, but when he did he rolled a stolen grenade down the barrel as the turret turned slugishly towards Lukas' position. =========================================== Meanwhile back at Kraas' base.....     "Kenrith there may be complications."     "What do you mean by that?" Kenrith was sat at his desk talking to into a blank screen, a secure icon flashed in the corner. The lights were dimmed and kenrith was sat facing the door.     "Well my men had Wraiths pinned and were ready to have them finished when they were ambushed. We tried to find their squad afterwards, but we've lost them."     "I thought you had a whole platoon of men and a tank squad ready?"     "Somehow they got some explosives together and took out the tanks, don't worry though we've closed our lines there is no way they can get back to Kraas to report."     "You incompetence worries me, maybe i would be better off working for Kraas again?" Kenrith breathed heavily for a minute, regaining his short temper.     "Anyway, what about the other squad?" He continued.     "No sign of them, we weren't able to pin them down so we chased them out of the city. I don't think we'll hear from them for a while."     "Good at least you got something right. Well prepare your defences. I almost have Kraas ready to attack and you need to make the retreat look plausable. If i suceed this city will be yours."     "And you will be handsomly rewarded."     "Oh i'm sure i will. I have a plan to cover up your failures already"     "We will always be grateful for your co-operation."   ----------------------- SL/SGMTRaziel/4SQD/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/ {EW1} {WoS} {VP} Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths "Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music." Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989.

Augustus stopped dead in his tracks. He blinked slowly several times and took a good, hard look around himself. There was his squad, that was good, familiar, excellent. Alright. Oh, there were his weapons, pistols he had owned since before he could really remember. Now... What were they doing again? He looked confusedly at the more senior members of his squad and asked them just that, "I'm sorry, this is going to sound a bit odd, but what are we doing, again?"
 
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Lance Corporal Augustus Marius Carnifex
GUNS/LCPL Augustus/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE

Jester Squad - Guns, lots of guns

Merrick quickly downed the nutrient bar in the rations pack and took a swig of the water from the canteen.  She ate quickly and in silence as most of Jester watched her intently, hoping for an explanation. Ugh.  She wasn't kidding about only thinking about telling us what's up.  That's pretty damn evil of her.  Stitch grumbled inside his mind.  He threw himself back into the makeshift chair that was more a piece of a wall that had been blown out from the constant fighting.  His gaze wandered to Tylen, who was by himself.  The two metallic spheres that he had kept with him the entire time were now being spun in a circular path in his right hang.  The boy was staring off into space.  Probably doing that stupid Jedi meditation shit.  I wish he'd knock that off. A distant explosion caught the attention of the group.  However, Tylen continued to stare at nothing.  A wide grin now invaded his face.  Dragoon chuckled and Stitch only sighed.  Tylen stood and stowed his disguised bombs in a pouch on his belt.  "Wraith is about four kliks to the southeast.  From what I can sense, they're in combat now." Tylen said coolly.  Sensing the question in the minds of his comrades, he finished, "That explosion to the west was a Rebel equipment compound.  My experience with Griffen Sect has taught me to do the unexpected.  They are now short a good amount of reinforcements and arms."  The grin on his face turned from that of satisfaction, to one of pure bloodlust. Augustus dropped a hand to his blaster subconsciously.  "Frickin' Jedi.." he murmured as he turned away to return to the adjustments he was performing on his backup blaster. Kiption stood and took a sweeping glance over his squad.  His sweep ended on Jester's most recent addition, the reappearing Merrick.  "Ok Clowns, we make our move in the morning.  We're going to cut to the south and sweep around to flank Wraith's enemies.  We're going to have to haul ass, so get your rest while you can."  He took one more glance in the other direction and finished, "Sokudo, you're on watch." "Dammit." Jester's friendly neighborhood ninja growled as he stood from his crouch in a corner.  He adjusted his blaster's holster and drew his sword as he took up the watch position.
 
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(+)  Lance Corporal Eitras "Stitch" Daevra
Jester Squad - Combat Medic
MDC/LCPL Stitch/Jester Squad/Storm Platoon/VEA/VE

"Doctors, you do a bang up job here."
"Well, they keep getting banged up and we'll keep doing our job."

[As to someone's question about why we are here:  We are here to escalate the war into one heck of a long bloody stalemate.  Gee sounds like a mission statement of a few of my former unit postings.] The fighting had signifigantly reduced in intensity after the tanks had been blasted apart.  Either both sides were running low on ammunition or the enemy was just waiting for reinforcements. "We can either wait here for someone else to force the issue of what we do next or we can decide for ourselves and actually start getting ourselves out of this jam."  Raziel addressed his demoralized squad. Kuroishi sat and thought, he knew he could do this mission still but he would need the rest of Wraith to step up to the demands placed on them. Things never go the way one plans.  That was one of the first things Kuroishi remembered being taught almost 30 years ago when he got his first officer's commission. Now he was determined to see no more good soldiers die pointlessly and if that meant fighting dirty then by all means he'd break every moral, ethic, and/or law in existance.  It also helped that he was more unbalanced then his other self. "Unless we can get the rest of these guys inspired Raz, we don't stand a chance of acomplishing our mission.  I might have had a chance in hell if I had my VMA, normal selection of rifles, and normal selection of explosives.  This stuff I've managed to mix up is definately good and usable but it is still far more bulky then the real stuff that's made in factories.  Eventually we will also run out.  So far we've been lucky that the enemy hasn't brought in more tanks supported by more infantry."  Kuroishi said as he put the finishing touches on another pipe bomb. "True, but we've still managed to stay alive this long."  Raziel replied. Kuroishi just sat and worked on more makeshift explosives losing himself in thoughts and plans on top of plans on top of plans.
 
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Great Death Leader of the Fallen
The Chief Instigator of Pain and Terror
GN Daishi(2LT Kuroishi)
"Victory through terror, terror through infiltration. Redefining pain and suffering since 2000 and damn proud of it."  Fallen Angels motto.
"And the sound of many heads hitting many solid objects was heard throughout the land." me

Dragoon leaned his head back and stretched his arms.  Time traveled very slowly when you were bored.  His blaster rifle stood upright against a slag of rock about four feet away, and his pistol hung at his side, ready to draw. Ready to draw.  Ready to draw.  In one movement he stood, turned around, and had his pistol pointing directly at Tylen.  "Bang Jedi, you're dead," he said, laughing as he put the pistol back in his holster. Tylen turned slowly and stared at Dragoon's big grin.  "I was busy, and you disturbed me."  Dragoon stumbled back a few steps and sat down again. "Damn Jedi," he mumbled quietly to himself.  "Looks like I have to have fun by myself, as usual.  This job sucks."
 
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SSGT Dragoon
JESTER SQUAD BABY!!!!!!!!!!
(He's the Sexy One )

[Hmmm... Familiar pattern oh well maybe I can help getting this plot moving again] Kuroishi left his position and snuck up behind Merrick. "Not a bad sniper check but when you spend as much time doing this sort of thing as I have you learn to not be where people look.  Improves survival rate in artillary barrages."  Kuroishi said startling Merrick. "Not many people get away with sneaking up on me.  Due to our current situation I think I must make an exception once again."  Merrick replied, annoyed. "The last of the infantry sent to hunt us down is either pinned down or has dropped out of fighting.  We can pretty much pull out to wherever in a few moments.  Travel time added of course." Kuroishi and Merrick walked quietly the rest of the way to the improvised camp.  Now it would be up to the squad leaders to decide the next move.
 
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Great Death Leader of the Fallen
The Chief Instigator of Pain and Terror
GN Daishi(2LT Kuroishi)
"Victory through terror, terror through infiltration. Redefining pain and suffering since 2000 and damn proud of it."  Fallen Angels motto.
"And the sound of many heads hitting many solid objects was heard throughout the land." me

    Major Kenrith sat in his room brooding. The recent rumours of a spy amongst Kraas' officers were beginning to worry him. Kraas rewarded hard work well, but Kenrith could only imagine how he would treat a traotor. Once more he would be forced to act quickly. He had few allies amongst the imperial supporters, but he would have to call in some favours.     Kenrith began to smile at his own resourcefulness, once more he would turn things to his own favour.     Kraas looked the patient up and down. His eyes stayed fixed on the man for a good two minutes, before flicking back up to the Major.     "And you are sure this man is from the squad?" he asked.     "Quite sure, he's definately Private First Class Bronx. We gave each member of the squads a security word to use."     "If you're absolutely sure that this man is who he says he is. I wouldnt want to be taking in an enemy spy here." Kraas raised an eyebrow and looked at Kenrith.     "No sir, my men found him curled up in a ball dying yesterday morning. It was in the suprise offensive."     "Good good, so lad what happened?" Kraas turned towards 'Bronx'     "Well we managed to get behind there lines fine, we didnt even have to kill many of them. We surveyed the enemy forces and found things as expected.     "There rearguard was lightly guarded as you said, but then on the way back we were ambushed. Almost everyone was killed in the first few seconds, only myself and the SGM escaped. I don't know what happened to him, but he might return soon. I think you must have a traitor amongst you men Kraas."     "Are you saying this is my fault?"     "Yes if it wasnt for you this never would have happened! My squad would still be alive!"     "Silence! I still have to decide what to do with you!" Kraas shouted. Kenrith smiled, this man was a good actor.     Kraas signalled to Kenrith, who followed him to one side.     "Who knew about the VE troops?" he asked Kenrith     "A lot of men sir, at least a hundred troops helped them leave."     "What do you think about tomorrow then?"     "Well i dont think that this traitor is very high up and certainly wouldnt know about the attack yet, but i'd suggest we used more men. As soon as we order the attack they'll know about it."     "Yes yes very good, work on it. Oh and get this traitor's head."     "Of course sir."     "Oh and Kenrith, good work." The Major smiled breifly then left the room.     Kraas looked at bronx one more time before he was carried out. What had that been in his eyes? Fear? He looked back sharply and saw the same thing. What did that mean? Kraas sat down heavily. It had all seemed to be going to plan, but there was something wrong here, he had such a strong feeling he wasn't in control anymore. ===================================== (i'll post again later this evening)
 
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SL/SGMTRaziel/4SQD/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/ {EW1} {WoS} {VP}
Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths
"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music." Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989.