Raiders, post your stories on here for reviews and criticism when you are done. Those of you doing rough drafts, I only want the final version. Oh, at the beginning be sure to post what skill the story is for, and what your specialty is thanks.

So if yur a scout, post:

Wilderness Survival
Scout Training (or something like that)
 
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Sergeant Major Rizzit BlackHeart
Crazy Raiders Squad Leader
Wildcard Platoon Adjutant
Army of the Vast Empire
PC:A/SL/SGM Rizzit/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT//VE[OPE][OTH][EW1][RCoD][CoH]
"Everything expressed truly from your heart and soul is as pure as gold in the minds of anyone who listens!"--Rizzit

OOC: bah not as good as the first, get posting!
Fire Support Tactics
Heavy Weapons Course

"Welcome back Dee, did you get a good night's sleep? I hope so, because you're starting fire support tactics today, hehe."

"....."

    The bloodshot eyes glanced once at the instructor, Rizzit, then closed again. D-13 was getting battered, bruised, and burned out on these training simulations, and this is just the beginning. He strapped on the virtual reality gear and gave Rizzit a thumbs up. By now, he was used to the whooshing sensation of the rendering process and paid it no concern. All his brain could think of was sleep and training. He took a ration out of his pocket and the world looked a bit cheerier with every bite.

"Ok, Dee. I'll guide you through this process but once you get the hang of it, you're on your own. First, look to your left, there should be a stormtrooper squad there. There are also some rebels to the northwest."

    He looked to his left, and saw a ghostly-looking virtual stormtrooper squad pinned down by enemy fire. Looking to where the blaster bolts came from, the trooper saw a great many rebel squads maneuvering, trying to advance. A stormtrooper took a hit to the arm, but was alright.

"I want you to fire straight over their heads, this'll cause them to jump and take cover. If you take out any rebels, well, less to pin down but don't you dare kill them all off; basically, provide suppressive fire", said Rizzit over the comm unit.

    Ok, suppressive fire, I know how to do this, Dee thought. Following orders, he fired several bolts over the virtual rebels' heads. Several dove for cover under anything they could find: rocks, trees, abandoned vehicles. A sly smile creeped into his face when he took a rebel down with a shot to the liver. Another fell to a kneecap shot. After several hours of sporadic shooting, the besieged stormtroopers took the opportunity to advance and kill all of the rebels by themselves, to the delight of D-13. Suddenly, he was in an entirely different area, but the soldier was ready for surprises. Rizzit's voice rang in his earpiece, which really startled him.

"Ok, now the plan is to take out the turrets. Take out only the turrets and troops threatening you and eventually your teammates. Learn this skill and learn it WELL."

    Two seconds was the time between the trooper's briefing and everything going to hell. Blaster bolts zoomed past him. He needed to get into the action quickly. Life of a heavy weapons specialist, he thought, as he loosed a few blaster bolts at the nearest firing autoturret. The turret went up in a conflagration of loose bolts and flaming metal hurtling towards the troops like a meteor shower. It was sadistic, but watching the rebels burn was pretty fun. More fireworks shows soon followed, but there were soon no more rebels to watch the spectacle, since they all posed a threat to himself. He looked over himself proudly, not a scratch...ok, a minor burn in the shoulder. He was ready to get out of this hellhole before something else happened. The two main exercises already weakened him beyond recovery. Then he spotted several hundred mechs coming his way, all dangerous to him, obviously...

    Although Rizzit was tough, he wasn't a slavedriver. He decided that poor Dee had enough to deal with for today and shut off the program for the day. It was time anyway, as he looked at the clock: 2100.

    Before he realized it, D-13 was standing in the middle of a simulator room looking at Rizzit tiredly. Soon enough, he was out of the motion capture gear and headed towards his barracks. It was now routine for the soldier to just plop himself down on the bed and pass out from exhaustion. Well, that wasn't exactly the most graceful way, he thought, slipping into unconciousness, but it works. No time to think about that though. The next session will bring more challenge to the task, and no, it won't be pretty.

   



 
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TRP/SGT D-13/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE
I love this symbol>
"Warfare is the way of deception"-Sun Tzu

Wilderness Survival
Scout training assignment one

Rizzit entered a simulation room for a bit of some training. He always believed that you can never be too well-prepared. Strangely enough Jed was already there before him. Even more strangely, they were both headed for the same mission: Wilderness survival. Jed offered to do the mission along with Rizzit, but in the end they both agreed that they need to do their own mission. However, Rizzit did help Jed set up his simulator mission. All Jed had to do was select a planetary system. With Jed strapped in, it was Rizzit's turn to get set up. He sat in the chair, and selected his planetary system: Endor, the forest moon. Rizzit hit the switch to start up the simulator, and a brilliant flash of light could be seen in every direction. Slowly, the light faded, and Rizzit found himself in a private shuttle heading to Endor. The ship took off into hyperspace, and all that could be seen for miles was a bright blue light. The ship came up on Endor and began it's approach. Rizzit's ship began to shake. A Y-Wing was shooting at them. Rizzit went to go check on the pilot to have him avoid the Y-wing, but there was no pilot. The ship was on autopilot. Rizzit went to the controls to attempt to take control of the ship, but it was of no avail. The ship was going down. In an attempt to take the Y-Wing with him, Rizzit fired upon the ship using the rear cannons on the ship. The ship blew up in a few shots. "The ship must've come out of a fight or something." He thought. "Surely not even the New Republic would send out a ship like that without shields." That was beyond his concern at the minute however. He had to get out of his ship or he was a goner. The ship shook more violently,  the ship made it through the planet's atmosphere. Rizzit hit his head hard and it knocked him out. About an hour later he found himself down on the surface. The grass was green and the trees went on forever. Where Rizzit lay, there was a black circle on the ground around him. "Well, I guess the ship crashed. How come I am still alive though if it blew up?" he thought to himself. "Oh well. Looks like I'll have to get out of here and find a way to contact home." With that, he was off. No equiptment, no gun, no ship, only the armor on his back; is what Rizzit had to survive on. Rizzit felt around his armor checking for his comlink. Hoping it hadn't been destroyed. With luck, it had not. Quickly, Rizzit picked it up and tried to contact Fury. "Fury, this is Rizzit. Come in!" Rizzit pleaded over the comlink. There was no answer for a while, and Rizzit began to lose hope. Finally Rizzit got an answer. "Hey Rizz. What's happening?" Came the reply. "Fury! OH GOOD you picked up! Listen: I need some transport home from Endor. My ship was on auto pilot and it got shot down by a Y-wing. I took it out, but it was too late! Come get me!" Rizzit again pleaded. "Well Rizz," Fury started. "I can get there in a day or two at most. You'll have to survive until then." Rizzit shook his head and noticed some muju fruit bushes nearby. He would have to forage for food a bit. After collecting berries, and placing them in his pack: Rizzit found a spot to settle in for the night: it was right by a small pond so he had SOME water to drink and refill his canteen with. There were no materials to build a shelter, but he managed to find a nice patch of trees that would block out just about any weather conditions. Seeing as there was nothing to do but wait, Rizzit opened his pack and ate all the berries he had; figuring that he could get more come morning. Nightfall came, and Rizzit settled down to sleep. The ground was rough, so he used his Stormtrooper helmet to try and cushion his head. It helped some, but not much. Eventually, after tossing, turning, and much discomfort: Rizzit went to sleep. The next morning Rizzit woke up to the sound of Ewoks' mindless noises. They were nearby, but not enough to bother him. Being practically defenseless, he decided to leave them alone for the time being. Seeing as he was hungry, Rizzit went to go look for some more food bushes. After wandering around all morning: he came upon a few bushes. After picking the berries and having some now: he put some more in his pack. The trees seemed to go on forever, which made Endor so nice. If those Ewoks hadn't been around, it might be worth moving in. Rizzit lay down to relax when he heard the Rumbling of repulsorlift engines. A skyhopper was landing on Endor. Rizzit immediately knew that Fury had come. Who else could have been flying the ship he thought. Rizzit cleared out of the way so that the ship could land. Once it had landed: the landing gear came out and the door opened. The ship never turned off, implying that Fury didn't want to dawdle. When the door opened, Rizzit ran up the ramp and the door closed.

"Thought we'd forget about ya eh?" Fury asked.

"Well, ya. 'took ya almost 2 days." Rizzit replied.

"Whatever. Let's just get you back to base."

Rizzit nodded and grabbed a seat. The ship took off, and headed back for Tadath. Fury dropped off Rizzit at the Raider's base and took off again. What a rough experience this was. I learned a lot from it though. Maybe this will come in handy on one of our missions. Rizzit thought as he walked into the base, and everything turned white. When he regained eyesight, Rizzit was back in the simulator room and jed was just coming out.

"So Jed, how was your mission?" Rizzit asked.

"Successful. And you?" Jed replied.

"Torture, it seemed so real. I wanted to kill those Ewoks.!"

"Ah Endor eh? Good choice for our type of training."

Rizzit nodded and left the room. On his way to his office he wondered "Was my mission a success or did I just slip by?" Rizzit just shook his head and said: if it wasn't the sim would have restarted! I Must've made it.

 
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Sergeant Major Rizzit BlackHeart
Crazy Raiders Squad Leader
Wildcard Platoon Adjutant
Army of the Vast Empire
PC:A/SL/SGM Rizzit/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT//VE[OPE][OTH][EW1][RCoD][CoH]
"Everything expressed truly from your heart and soul is as pure as gold in the minds of anyone who listens!"--Rizzit

  Rizzit walked into the section of the Wildcard Barracks that served as the Raiders home on Tadath. There was a big tacky "We're Crazy" sign hanging over the door like someone was about to get a surprise party. Which they were. Only without the party part.

    Rizzit strolled over to the bed of SGM Snake, acting for all the world like it wasn't 3:00 in the morning. He very casually tapped Snake on the shoulder. When Snake rolled over to face him, he tapped him a little harder, this time right on his face. Snake opened his eyes halfway, and then attempted to sit up when he saw who it was.

Before Snake was halfway to sitting Rizzit muttered something about not really needing to wake up. Riz said he was just reminding him to report to Precision Range Shooting training in the sims at noon. Snake nodded groggily, and continued to act half awake while Rizzit was telling him this. When Rizzit turned to leave however, Snake catapulted himself off of his bed and into the back of his SL. Snake immediately retreated to his bed. Before Rizzit could berate him Snake simply said, "Sir, never wake me up for a stupid reason again," and fell asleep.

As Snake left the barracks the sun was just short of straight above him. It was at that really annoying angle, where the beams come in too vertically to be stopped by sunglasses, yet not high enough above you that they're blocked by your head. However, this didn't register with him, as his stormtrooper helmet was completely sealed, and the visor automatically adjusted to allow the perfect level of light through with no glare.

The helmet was gleaming white, or at least as white as something that had seen that many campaigns could be. It matched the armor almost perfectly. Every scuff and scar on that helmet told a story, many of them deadly.
The door to the sim-center was closed. The building looked empty. There were no windows on the exterior, and the whole thing was painted a generic gray. It made you think that every cost that could be trimmed had been sheared completely off. The only break in the exterior's monotony was the number pad with a green and a red light above it indicating the entrance.

Upon keying the correct sequence the doors opened, and he was treated to a completely new view. The inside was all either painted white or shiny metal. It was brightly lit, such that even under the numerous sim pods there was not a shadow to be found. Orderlies were walking between pods, checking the occupants' progress and status. The displays also had a readout of the trooper's vital signs. That had always made Snake a little queasy.

There was a desk in the corner with an NCO sitting behind it, occasionally glancing at his datapad. As Snake approached he said, "Master Sergeant Snake? Your sim is already loaded. Report to pod 12, and we'll have someone right over to strap you in."

Snake gave a polite nod, as if he hadn't heard it all before. Pod 12 happened to be at the very back of the room, as far from the desk as you could get. The pods were designed to look very sleek and comfortable. Unfortunately, they were only designed to look that way. You got in and sat down. You would then get strapped in, which would protect the machine, if not you, were there to be a "malfunction." The orderlies would attach brain wave monitors to your scalp, and would swing the VR projectors into place over your head. Then the door would shut. There would be complete darkness with the door shut.

After a wait that seemed interminable, the sim crackled to life. Snake waggled all of his fingers and toes to make sure that the neural link was strong. His armor was shining, and his E-11M was perfectly new from the factory. A hologram sprang to life explaining all of the work this course entailed. Getting comfortable, Snake hunkered down to listen to the tactics and techniques instruction.

With all of the bookwork out of the way a series of targets appeared down range. Laying down to steady his shot, Snake sighted in the most distant target. He stopped his breathing and squeezed the trigger. The shot missed badly. He repeated the process, and he missed yet again. His technique was rusty, and it was going to take a while to relearn everything that had used to be second nature to him.
Just when he was getting a feel for the gun, and how to stop all his movement, a message displayed and a tone was sounded. It was closing time for the night. He would have to report back at 0800 hours, ready to rock. The sim dropped away and he was returned to complete darkness. As the VR faded away, reality hit him like a brick wall. In the sims, all fatigue is simulated, and for most training exercises, they don't model any at all. The theory is that it reduces stress during training for the new recruits. The actuality is that it makes for a horrible feeling at the end of a long day in training. When the door had opened and everything strapped to him had been removed, Snake attempted to step out. He almost fell as his legs gave way. Adapting to the fatigue was tough under the best circumstances, and he was still out of shape.

At 0800 hours sharp Snake reported to the sims, well rested and ready for a long day of tactical training. Because he was the first person to show up in the morning, he got started right away. Today, when the sim started he was taken to a briefing room. He was to operate in an urban environment, and to hit all targets of opportunity. A position with a good field of view had already been chosen. He would be operating with nothing but his armor and an E-11M.

With that the view changed to the interior of a building. The dawn light was just starting to show through the windows. He moved to the window that had been designated as his and set up a small rest for his gun with debris from the room. As he scanned the landscape for clues as to where people would be coming from he also took in the state of the city. Almost every building had at least partially collapsed, and most were completely burnt out. The civilians in the area had obviously fled from whatever conflict had wrought this destruction.
Two major roadways ran perpendicular the road his building was on, one to either side, each about 100 meters away. Pulling out his macrobinoculars Snake scanned the area for clues as to which way patrols would be more likely to come. Inspecting the road to his east he realized there was a path through the rubble big enough for one good sized vehicle or a few speeder bikes to fit down. That would be his fire lane.
The next step was to figure out a way to not be spotted. That meant he would have to take out the last man in whatever patrols passed him, and then shoot quickly if reinforcements came. Snake found a halfway comfortable position from which he could both use his scope and watch the street. Hunkering down to wait for a target he put himself in a combat state of mind. Everything but the mission was blocked out.

Snake lost track of time, and would only occasionally notice where in the sky the sun was. It was just after one of those checks that his first opportunity showed itself. A squad of infantry began passing by his firing lane. He counted them as they passed. Eight men to a patrol, arranged in 2 columns. Snugging his chin into the stock of the E-11 Snake drew a bead on the last soldier as he came into view. Quickly, but patiently, he tracked him and sighted the shot. The soldier dropped, with a shot just below his ear.

Snake aimed for the person who had been walking next to him. Working quickly so an alarm wouldn't be raised, he aimed a little higher and led the target a little more this time. This shot was right on target, and took the second soldier in the temple. Before he could manage to take out a third member of the patrol they were behind cover. He marked the time in his mind. 1015 hours.

With luck the patrol would be well past the intersection before they noticed the two missing troopers. Unfortunately, they noticed quite quickly. Within 5 minutes they were back at the intersection, digging in. It was obvious which direction the shots had come from, there were large burns on the left side of both men's heads.

Snake knew there was very limited time left before they were in a position to eliminate him. That meant he had to take out the last 6 troopers and make himself scarce before they could pinpoint his position and take down the building.

None of the enemy squad had attempted to cross over to the right side of the intersection yet. He could see the squad leader and 2 soldiers. All three of them were crawling across the road. They were staying low enough that he wasn't being presented with any shots. Glancing towards the corner where the rest of the squad was Snake saw a trooper step out.

The rebel wasn't quick enough to step back in. The snap shot took him right in the chest. That shot had identified his position. Hopefully they hadn't figured out which building he was in, at least. Looking back at the people crossing the road he realized there was a gap in their cover, and they would either have to cross it or not gain the protection the other corner could offer. Sighting in the area through which the men would have to dive Snake waited patiently for them to reach it. The sergeant was in front of his men. He poked his head out for a tenth of a second to make sure he was clear, and then dove across the gap. Snake's reflexes were too quick, and the sergeant was dead before he even hit the ground.

Four to go. The two troopers hanging back had to have seen that shot, as they weren't behind the building anymore. That meant with his next shot they would most likely pinpoint which window he was in. The two troopers out front had decided their best bet was to stay in cover until it was apparent they wouldn't go the way of their leader. That bought Snake enough time to aim for the troopers on the left. They were deep into the rubble, but every once in a while one would pop out to try and see him.

Somehow he had to draw those two out, as there was no way for him ti hit them with the cover they had found. The best way he could think of to do that was to weaken their flank. Looking off to the right again Snake fired a shot just behind the troopers attempting to cross the road. Before taking the shot he had checked to make sure no one was looking. As he had hoped, the soldiers spread out even farther, with one inching towards the gap in cover, while the other one diverted Snake's attention to the left. As the trooper ran across the gap he got taken by a shot to the back of his head. By now it was just time to act fast. Off to the left one of the troopers had popped a pair of macrobinoculars over the top of the rubble and pointed them straight at him.

Snake responded by shooting. The bolt took off half the man's hand and destroyed the binoculars. His buddy popped up to take a shot, and missed by only a few feet. When he came up for a second shot a few seconds later a bolt hit him in the face. Two to go, one injured. The priority now was to finish off the uninjured man. The gap was completely eliminated as an option by now, and he faded back to the left to provide some first aid. When he got in a position to put a dressing on the injured hand his head came a little above the cover. It dropped back down to the injured man's lap almost instantly.

Snake realized there was no way that the injured man would give him a chance to get a shot before reinforcements came. He keyed his comlink and voiced the message to be pulled out of VR. As the world around him fell back into darkness Snake took the time to return to a normal state of mind. Hopping out of the pod, he strolled out of the training facility and realized it was only noon. That gave him half a day to have fun&

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SGM Snake
Raiders
If you can stand to lose, you'll never win.

Small Arms Repair
Heavy Weapons Course


D-13 attached a power pack to a newly repaired blaster. It was starting to get really boring learning to fix blasters, he thought.
He checked the manual again and confirmed the right procedure. He pulled the trigger...and BOOM! That sent dozens of fried metal in all directions.
That little explosion packed enough power to knock the young trooper back a meter.

"Bah!"

Oh well, he thought, plenty of damaged blasters to go. The fact that he was using proven battle rifles as repair fodder didn't bother him one bit. D-13 reached into the bin, pulled a rifle, and then checked for the problem. This one seems to have a flash-sealed barrel, probably the result of automatic firing by those gung-ho types, he thought. Referring to the damned manual for the 10th time, Dee disassembled the main E-11 body and searched his utility belt for the right tool. He looked at the cam watching his every move. Picking the little barrel apart was no easy task, as the crystal had to be carefully aligned once finished. D-13 put the new barrel in and reinstalled the crystal as carefully as his magnifying lenses were allowing him to be. Grabbing another power pack for the gun, he inserted it in carefully and pulled the trigger. The bolt shot as normal, but the E-11's body turned red at the first shot and became too hot to handle. Dee dipped the thing in the nearest water pan and watched the rifle sizzle and hiss.

"Anything to report now, Dee?", Rizzit asked, coming in to inspect the job.

"Nothing right now, I just fried this rifle and a couple others. It's the manual that the NCO issued me on the way in.", D-13 replied sternly.

Rizzit took a hard look at the datapad. A few chuckles later, he replied,"Hey Dee, you sure this is the small arms manual? It shows only heavy weapons
diagrams here."

D-13 grabbed the pad and looked at the moniter. How the hell hadn't he noticed THAT? He rubbed his rheumy eyes.
He knew the answer, everyone knew. Shrugging it off, the trooper went back to work and Rizzit left the room. The trooper went back to the lobby and grabbed the nearest small arms datapad and then CHECKED what it was. He grumbled, time to try again.

This time, D-13 pulled a badly damaged blaster carbine. He looked it over and found that the rifle had been submerged in water and shot at the main body. Surprisingly, however, the thing still showed signs of working and that just made the trooper's job a whole lot harder. Dee went to work soon after, replacing wire after wire, barrels, the sight, and even the entire handle-trigger. The work was tedious, and the hours slipped by, wasting his fingers like cogs used year after year. Finally, the thing was actually finished by 2200 hours.
Ever following his little habits, Dee slipped the power pack in roughly, frustrated at past attempts at delicacy. He aimed at the nearest impromptu target and pulled the trigger quickly and cleanly. The barrel flashed, producing a small, coherent blast of energy to hit the target. D-13 smiled.

It was a really odd coincidence that Rizzit happened to walk in just as D-13 pulled the trigger. After practicing several more times, the trooper heard some chuckling behind him and did a quick about-face with his rifle up just to put it down instantly.

"Were you here the entire time?", inquired the trooper, obviously surprised by this intrusion.

All that was needed was a shake of the Squad Leader's head to relax Dee.

"Your training time is over, turn in all your works for grading, and hope for the best.", Rizzit grinned.

After signing out, Dee headed straight for the nearest refresher booth to clear up his eyes of smoke, grit, and metal pieces. He felt like getting a new pair of hands after those repair jobs. Oh well, he thought, I'll feel better tomorrow, and went to sleep in the barracks soon after.






 
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TRP/SGT D-13/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE
I love this symbol>
"Warfare is the way of deception"-Sun Tzu

OOC: I've written this out of necessity for the HSC :P

Medium Squad Weapons: 500 Squad Repeating Blaster/
Riot Gun
Heavy Weapons Course

"Alright Dee, we'll work with weapons now.", said Rizzit blankly, as he turned on the laser pointer.

He referred to the giant poster detailing the various working parts of the 500 Squad Repeater.  The laser point moved this way and that, highlighting the trigger, the gun body, and the unconventional sighting system. D-13 looked at the poster, then at the gun laying right in front of him.

"You have one hour of practice on the range with this," the sergeant major gestured toward the targets.

The blaster was surprisingly light for its size, and the sight was difficult to master but produced incredible accuracy when used right. D-13 shouldered the repeater and fired a few rounds. The resulting kick nearly knocked the trooper back. Rizzit laughingly shook his head.

"You're gonna have to reach back to basic training and figure out the right stances."

Following instruction, Dee shifted into a preset battle stance, ready to fire. This time the bolts hit somewhat close to the mark but were still off the mark. It took a while and quite a few curses to get used to the strange aiming mechanism. It wasn't the usual run-of-the-mill crosshair, but was similar to old rifles of the past, with two marks in the back and a little metal slip in front of the barrel. That, he thought, was alright for rifles, but why the hell did the manufacturer put it on a REPEATER? The thought flooded into his mind as the rifle came up and the targets popped up. It took a while for the sergeant to adjust the sights around, but eventually the gun gave up on tricking him and fired 20 shots straight into the bulls-eye.

All the while, Rizzit watched, silently evaluating his performance. The younger trooper shouldered his rifle yet again and popped a few rounds into the metal targets, each bolt placing a medium-sized hole into the man-sized plates. All the squad leader had to do was nod.

"Oh, D, remember to report back here for more range training, I wanna see all of those blaster holes in the inner circles. You got that?", Rizzit called after D-13.

"Yeah, I got it boss, be back here later," replied the sergeant with a small nod.

At the present, he still had to get used to the damn recoil and battle sights, but in his book, it was just another challenge to overcome.


 
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TRP/SGT D-13/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE
I love this symbol>
"Warfare is the way of deception"-Sun Tzu

Squad Support Weapons: Non-Blaster:
Tenloss Syndicate DXR-6 Disruptor Rifle
Heavy Weapons Training

The small metal door beeped quietly in the forbidding hall, silent and oblivious to the night passing by. Footsteps rang, light and quick. As if it was reluctant, the hissing door slowly
gave way to the figure passing through. Brushing off some dust from his brand-new patch, D-13 stepped into the training center, where shapes flitted hither and thither. The non-com at guard saluted the trooper, and got a salute in return. Angel was by the corner checking out the latest in weaponry. Rizzit, whose eyes roamed the holoscreens, rose up to meet D-13.

"Dee, welcome back, are you ready?" A nod answered his question.

The squad leader's hands merely pointed the way to the door, where the bright sign warned everyone to don protective gear. However, the trooper was already in his stormtrooper outfit, somewhat.

On the counter was a junky looking rifle, beat-up but still deadly-looking. Next to the gun was a small datapad identifying the model, a disruptor, it seems. Rizzit came over the intercom.

"Okay, you know the drill, Dee. Since this thing has a scope, we'll just adjust the maximum target range to 2 kilometres." The intercom ended abruptly.

Some metal figures popped up from slits on the durasteel floor. They were so close that the scope wasn't even needed. A few seconds and beams later, the targets lay in dust piles, disintigrated by the rifle.

"You know, Rizz, I could get used to this," said D-13 as he plugged another target.

"Indeed."

In the command module, the squad leader held a thumbs-down to the controller, who pushed a nice little green button.

At the range, the trooper seemed to have a bit more difficulty. Moving figures now appeared, and if that wasn't enough(it never is), they appeared at a height too. It was then that Dee grudgingly turned on the scope and  adjusted the sights. The crosshairs steadied, a bar spun aruond indicating the charge of the weapon, and then a metal man disappeared in an instant. More targets showed up, each at a larger range, and with each, Dee began to love the scope more and more. Finally, when the last of the pop-ups was a pile of ash, the range door popped open and D-13 walked out to the inevitable debriefing. He sighed and thought the day just another successful day at the range.



 
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TRP/SGT D-13/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE
I love this symbol>
"Warfare is the way of deception"-Sun Tzu

[OOC: This is my first story for the VE so if anybody has constructive comments on it I would appreciate it /OOC]

Antenna Theory
Communication Technician Training

FlyingKnight was sitting in a desk with a bunch of other recruits around him. Flying thought that it felt kind of good because then he wouldn't have to get through this class alone and he can always get help from others, if he needs it.

As the instructor walked in the whole class quieted down.

The instructor started out, "Welcome to Antenna Theory 101 I am going to be teaching you the basic ideas about the Antenna Theory. I'll start out by showing you a basic transmission tower with a basic transceiver and receiver." The instructor continued by showing a tower, transceiver, receiver, and basic diagrams on how the items work. He continued, "In the military we use a tight beam of energy to send a private message. In general communication and when using beacons the energy is sent out in bursts to get picked up by anything with a receiver hooked up to it. We don't use that in the military because it can be picked up by anyone."

The instructor then took us into a simulator to quiz us and to see what the class knew, on how to encode and send basic military transmissions. The instructor called Flying to step in and send a basic transmission using a tower and basic transceiver. When Flying set up the transceiver and hooked it up to the tower he got a good grade from the instructor for making the transmission coded by using a datapad to make an encryption. Then the instructor went on and on about how others could intercept the signal and some tips on how to encrypt a transmission to avoid someone doing a thing like that.

The instructor was also talking about the how the weather could effect a transmission on some planets and how weather usually effects many transmissions. He also taught about how the different spacial anomalies and masses could affect space communication.

He also explained to the class about the different Imperial procedures that general military communications had to deal with at most of the Relay Stations and how to get through to your destination without any trouble. Then the class had to take a review test on all the information just learned.


As FlyingKnight was sitting there he was thinking about what could happen in the squad he just joined and what was in store for him. Then as the instructor got done correcting the test he dismissed the class by calling their names and giving them their score on the way out.

As Flying's name was called he thought to himself and doubting whether or not all the answers he put down were right or not. As he got up there he took the score from the instructor and saluted. Then he walked out and checked his score. He got an 80% on the test. Flying sighed, as it wasn't the best, but it was good enough for him.

Then all Flying could think about on his way back to the Raider's Barracks was to get his bunk cleaned and ready for inspection. After that he thought about how good it felt to get to sleep.

 
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Private First Class
FlyingKnight
TRP/PFC FlyingKnight/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]
"In war there is no prize for runner-up." -- Omar N. Bradley

[OOC: Thanks for the comments and here is another story hope you enjoy. /OOC]

Battlefield Analysis Training
Comm. Tech Training

This time FlyingKnight was alone in simulator training with Otto Vox his C.O.

Flying was training to disable, repair and enhance Battlefield Analysis systems.

Flying started out by being inserted near an enemy radar detection facility with a squad of stormtroopers to protect him. Flying checked his datapad and his objective was to disable the detection facility without destroying it. The squad started out toward the facility.

When they got there Flying started by opening his kit and unscrewing the panel that he thought was poorly hidden behind a bush and half buried. After he got the panel cover off he checked it with an Infrared detector to make sure that it didn't have heat or laser tripwires. The panel had a heat sensor so Flying took his vibrocutter and jabbed it into the sensor it sparked then flicked off. He then used the cutter to cut through the under panel to reveal the primary systems underneath. He then took the datapad and hooked it into the system. As he did that, a few bolts hit the bunker wall near him. The whole squad ducked as the lone sniper shot at them.

Flying was trying to stay hidden as the squad was pinned down and he couldn't find the right circuit. Then the datapad beeped and he spotted the circuit and took it out and replaced it with a special circuit that would shut down the primary and secondary systems for the time being. Just as he did it one of the squad members hit the sniper. Flying replaced the panel cover and the squad headed back toward the L.Z.

As they were heading back Flying got a new objective to head toward a mobile command base to repair the sensors. When the squad arrived Flying got right to work on the sensors as his squad reloaded the energy in their weapons. As Flying had ordered, the crew for the mobile base had removed the panels so he could assess and repair the sensors quickly.

Flying found the problem, it was just an overloaded power control circuit. He shut off the system and removed the panel and replaced it with one of his special circuits that made the sensor move faster and boost the system.

The simulator shut down as Otto helped him out of his simsuit and congratulated him on a job well done.

 
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Private First Class
FlyingKnight
TRP/PFC FlyingKnight/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]
"In war there is no prize for runner-up." -- Omar N. Bradley

Field Fortifacations
Combat Engineer Training


The breakfast bell rang in the Stormtrooper Academy Barracks, Building B. Sniping101 opened one eye to peer around the room, making sure everyone was on their way out before he stood up and walked over towards the door, which was crowded by other stormtroopers trying to rush out and grab all the food before it got cold, grease and bolts were bad enough hot. Snipes didn't care, since he never ate in the commons, or even touch the food they served, he had brought ration packs hidden all over. He had experience with Academy food, and he didn't feel like eating with all the men in basic training anyway, most of them he would describe as over anxious and bored. And loud. Snipes was only there for a few classes anyway, which was why he was in an A-D building and not an E-Z6 building. A-D were for the people who had already passed Basic and where here for specialty classes.
    Snipes finally made his way out of the building and across the parade grounds to his classroom. A long room of pure gray, with uncomfortable benches in a rising half circle around a stage and holoprogecter. Snipes took a seat in the third row back. Snipes sat on that bench for twenty minutes, waiting for everyone to file in and for the class to begin.
    "Alright, today we're beginning the second phase of construction training, Combat Defensive Construction or CDC, Today we are going to go over what to do and how to use the resources your given." The Instructor said from a corner, behind a desk. Summoning silence "now let's start with corridor defense. You have only you standard. . . " The sermon went on for excruciating hours until Snipes entire lower portion fell asleep and many troopers around him were asleep, scraping the important stuff off the first 20 minutes.  ". . . Dismissed"
    Snipes filed out of the room with all the other delinquents, who had already began talking about other things ranging from what they where doing this week end to the advantages of a certain speeder; Snipes carefully went over everything he had just been told and carefully filed it away in his head for later use.
   
    The next morning when Snipes checked the bulletins to see who he was pared up with he got a pleasant surprise; he was with a friend here called Tomakar. The bulletin also told him to the class started at the breakfast bell and to arrive in full Battle Gear.
    When he arrived Tomakar approached him. "looks like its us again" The shorter man said.
    "Good to see you," Snipes greeted "this should be more interesting than wiring."
     "Nothings more interesting than wiring" Tomakar said in mock hurt
    Snipes burst out laughing, neither trooper cared much for doing wiring. They walked over to the assembly area to see what was going on. Just in time to catch the beginning of the Instructors instructions
    ". . .you will be given a hall way and thirty minutes to prepare, after thirty minutes you will have to defend your hallway against waves of droids designed to act like rebels and carry out their tactics. You must be able to hold against at least three waves, there will be five minutes between the first six waves; after that it's random. When I call off your name, go stand by your hallway. Abrevin and Fc' Tar, Hall A . . ."The list went on for eons ". . . Snipes and Tomakar, Hall A1."Snipes and Tomakar jogged to their hall.
    "So, do ya think we can do it?" Tomakar asked
    Snipes smile "You forget, I'm a Crazy RAIDER, we're like super heroes"
    Tomakars laugh was interrupted by the Instructor in their comm Units "Alright, 5, 4, screw it, just GO!"
    Snipes and Tomakar jogged into their hall way, the door of which closed behind them. "Alright let's scout this place out"
    "Good idea" Snipes said

    The scouted the hallway, finding it to only be two right turns then another door. "Ok, this is what we do, we make three lines of defense, the first is near the end of this hall" Snipes gestured to show the hall they where in, the one with the door they hadn't come in "Then another one about halfway down that middle hall and another one at the far end on the middle hall, sound good to you?"
    "I think we should have another one near the end of the hall we came in"
    "We don't have time for that one, I was thinking of that, but no time"
    As though summoned by that comment a voice sounded in their helmets "twenty minutes remaining!"
    "Lets go" Snipes yelled with excitement.
    Snipes took the first LoD and began by cutting pieces of durasteel out of the walls with his torch and welding them together to form cover, one on each side of the hallway on the floor, about waist high, with a path down the middle big enough for a man to walk threw, then another on the wall wide enough for a man to stand behind. Tomakar did something similar for the one in the middle. On the last Line of Defense Tomakar and Snipes worked out a barricade similar to the other ones, but placed two land mines in front of it, but in a place they would remember.
    "Five Minutes" the bodiless voice said telling them the deadline.
    "Let's set up!" Tomakar yelled in excitement as they ran back to the first line of defense.
    Snipes took an extra clip from his belt and placed it on the barricade in front of him for quick access and did the same with an ion grenade and a fragmentation grenade.
    Tomakar took an extra clip out and three fragmentation grenades. He stood behind his cover and made a quick check of his line of sight.
    Snipes continued to kneel down behind the durasteel checking his sights again until he heard the door slide open. His head jerked up just in time to see a spray of blaster bolts go past them. Tomakar let off a reply spray that hit one of five rusty battle droids knocking it over. Snipes sighted carefully, at this range that took less than a second, and headshot the droid closest, then another towards the back. He ducked then to avoid a spray released by the two remaining droids; after it passed Snipes shot the other where a mans brain would be and Tomakar hit the other with a three round burst. Snipes and Tomakar held out until the third wave at that line of defense, after which they retreated to the middle corridor, where they held out for another two waves before Tomakar was hit. The droid where only firing stunbolts, but it knocked him out clean.
Snipes took careful aim on the closest of the remaining three droids and blasted it over. He looked at his ammo readout, he was low. Snipes grabbed a thermal detonator from his belt and tossed it at the droids, he heard it hit, then the pleasant sound of explosion and droid pieces hitting the ground, but when he popped his head up again all he saw was a blue flash before he found himself struggling for his wits. Finally he felt then being renched away as he was hit with another blast
    He didn't know how long he had been out, but when he came-to he found himself lying in the dirt with about 32 other people at various states of consciousness. He found Tomakar, who was very near being fully conscious.
    "Where are we?" Snipes asked groggily
    "Dose it matter, uruurrrggg my head." Tomakar replied
    "This way you miserable flesh worms get out of here, don't think I like staring at your face do you?" a suitingly annoyed voice said.
    Snipes turned around to see the source of the voice to be a short graying sergeant who grumbling something under his voice about "baby-sitting" and motioning them out a door behind him.
    "Lets not go to that party again" Tomakar said holding his head and sounding far from the complete consciousness he looked.


OOC: well well well the new guy has more of these down than me. i know this is a bit out of order, that was an accidnt, but heres myt second one, damn it takes me awhile to turn these things in, i think we need another full squad story *hint**hint*
 
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Formaly the Perpetual PFC
TRP/FTC/SGT Sniping101/CrazyRAIDERS/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA]
"Ther is Nothing so Exilerating as being Shot at without Result" - Winston Churchill
Sanitys Last Stop

OOC:Far from my best, but i want to get these things done, and now i must change it to bridging and rigging /OOC

Bridging and Rigging
Combat Engineer Training

The sweat ran down Snipes face in rivers and collected in the top of his helmet. They had to pick the bloody hottest day of the year for the most grueling work.
    "NOT LIKE THAT YOU IDIOT!" The Drill Instructor yelled from far away at somebody Snipes didn't care to look at.
    "Damn I hate that Bastard" Tomakar said from behind Snipes
    "I don't care about him; is it working now?"
    "No, No and Hell No"
    "What about Now"
    "No, it's still as loose as a twi'lek dancer on Mos Eisly"
Snipes swore under his breath. He was trying to build a bridge, a large bridge in fact. One that would let an AT-ST across easily. Snipes was having trouble adjusting the tension ropes to hold tight enough. And Tomakar was about useless at this. It would've helped if Snipes body hadn't suddenly decided it could get hung over, he had never had a hang over before and had drunk more than most life long drinkers; He took out another odd looking piece of equipment and hooked it onto a hook in the bridge and the other side onto the tension wire. He messed with a few buttons and then hit the switch on the motor. The cable began to wirrr as it sped onto the spool. The wire kept spinning in for what seemed like ever, Snipes could feel the bridge tightening under him.
    "STOP!" Tomakar yelled; but it was too late
    The line tightened too tight and began a screeching sound ending in the line snapping just above the top support, about 6 meters up, and much of the nearly finished bridge fell into the river.
    "SithSpit!" Snipes yelled, but the dilemma wasn't over yet, more of the 63 foot bridge began falling in."Get that tensi. . ." Snipes trailed off as Tomakar fell in the river
    Snipes himself dove to the other side and landed on a lower support and clung on for dear life. He waited several minutes until the bridge had stopped crashing, then he climbed the rest of the way up onto the support and looked around. The lower support on the other side had slid down into the river; the only way to fix it would be to climb to the top of it and find the tension wire, reconnect it to its other broken half and re tighten it.
    Snipes walked over to where his wire tightener lay in the mud. He loosed the wire in it and pulled in the half of the wire on his side. He then hooked that to his belt in an unofficial and probably illegal way, simply welding it to a piece of metal used for carrying some kinds of tools. Snipes then picked up his wire tightener and hooked it to his belt as well. The only tools that hadn't fallen into the river were his cutting torch and welding torch and wire tightener. The climb out to the top support would've been bad enough not in full BDU, but he was in his full Combat Engineer Stormtrooper Armor. Then the climb up would be worse.
    Snipes struggled out to the support falling in only a few times. As he reached the middle support he stopped and thought for a second on how to get to the top. Out this far the water was flowing over his heels and he didn't think his wet boot would work very well for climbing. Then a thought, partially forgotten returned to him, a remembrance from his first real mission on ord durall wher the RAIDERS had used their standard issue grappling hooks to get across a pit, Snipes had forgotten about the grappling hook. He reached over to where it was located on his belt and began pulling out a lot of slack, he spun the  hook and tossed it up at the support, but the throw over balanced him and sent him falling into the river, luckily the hook had found purchase and was lodged in a crevice near the top; Snipes was able to pull himself along a little ways but pulling against the rivers current was near impossible, even for Snipes, who had once had a wookiee call him strong, although that just meant he was stronger than most humans, and then again StormTroopers weren't most humans. Just then Snipes had yet another epiphany; he would hook the wire tensioner up to his grappling hook and pull himself up.
    Unfortunately this proved harder in practice since the water kept rushing against him keeping his hands from doing the intricate work that fastening the wire would require. He continued to fight with it until finaly he was able to get the wire into the catch that held it securely. Pressing the button he began speeding twards the top, what he hadn't realized was that he would be sliding against the support the whole time, but the tesioner finaly was put to a stop and Snipes was able to cut the wire from his belt and connect it with its other half wich was stuck on the pole about halfway down. Snipes did what he would describe as a "controlled fall" down onto the support (wich was by now far above the water.) He quickly rushed around rewelding down the slats that had composed the actual surface. Snipes finished quickly but some of the metal slats had fallen into the river and wher damn near unrecoverable. Snipes thoguth for awhile until he came upon yet another trademark idea; he would rip apart the utitlity sled used to bring the supplys to the sight and use them as slats, as he did this he began to find falws in this plan, such as only a few of the new durasteel slats could hold an AT-ST, to counter that he took unused supports that layed in a pile on the far bank and welded them on underneath for extra support.
    By the time Snipes had finished and rode back to base in his torn down sled most the base was in bed for the night and Snipes felt semi tired, he went in, but by the time he passed out on his bed he smelled strongly of Corellian Ale.


The next morning Snipes filed out onto the feild like every one else; He saw a Bedraggled Tomakar stubling twards him.

"We gotta stop partyin together, your gonna kill me"Tomakar said, clearly exhausted"What are we doing today?"

"Blowing up our bridges"

  "You gotta be kidden me"
 
  "Nope, that was a pain in the but to buld and now we gotta blow it up"

"SHUT UP YOU INSIGNIFEGANT ROT!"yelled a new voice, obviously the instructor"YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVETO DO, GET TO IT"

Snipes and Tomakar jogged off too a random bridge, they whernt allowed to use their own bridge.

"ALRIGHT SCUM OF THE GALAXIE YOU MUST SCUTTLE THIS BRIDGE TO KEEP THE ENEMY FROM ADVANCING, BATTLE DROIDS WILL TAKE THE PLACE OF THE ENEMY IN THIS SCENARIO"A loud speaker yelled at them

"Lets get goin!" Snipes said tossing his pack to Tomakar" I'll keep the enemy from advancing, you blow the Bridge"

"I slept thought this class"Tomakar said as they ran closer to the bridge, enemy supressive fire had started, but it was nothing serious enough to worry about" You blow the bridge; you jusmp in the sled"Tomakar motioned to the sled Snipes had arived in

Snipes grudenly agreed and rann back to the sled, it had the majority of his equipment on it and it would be much faster and harder to hit. Snipes arrived at the Sled quikly, but he wasnt sure how long Tomakar would last, he was no marksmen that man. Snipes started her up and took off teards then onto the bridge, he pulled reign about halfway accross; the person biulding this brid had simply made a strong platform for a bridge, no cover.  Snipes Jumped out and grabbed a thermite grenade; he grabbed some wire from a pouch at his side tied that to his sled, then did the same on the other side, securing the grenades down with a RAIDER favorite, duct tape. he then went about placing pound after pound of plastic explosive around the grenades. he hooked radio detonators into both sides just incase the grendaes wher duds; by ths time Snipes was having to dodge the occasional stun bolt that came too close, he was begining to sweat. Around that time a stun bolt wizzed right past his face, he decided it was time to get out. Snipes jumped bak into the sled and drove off, the wires connecting him to the grenades pulled off and a few seconds later as he struggled to get off the bridge he felt and explosion push his sled further alond and could feel the heat from the C4. He had succeded.


 
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Formaly the Perpetual PFC
TRP/FTC/SGT Sniping101/CrazyRAIDERS/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA]
"Ther is Nothing so Exilerating as being Shot at without Result" - Winston Churchill
Sanitys Last Stop

OOC: ya, im out of order, it works better for me. /OOC

Target Assement
Combat Engineer Training   

  Snipes stepped out onto the dirt of his homeworld, Corellia. In a glance around he picked up familiar hills, trees and valleys, he knew exactly where he was.
    "Alright Snipes, I pulled this outa your own head" Otto's voice rang in Snipes helmet "Now, lets see, ah lets put the VE camp right here"
    Snipes all of a sudden was surrounded by Imperial regulars, Stormtroopers and the other mish mash of people that fallowed an army around, mechanics, cooks and supply officers.
    "Now let's change the terrain a little"
    Trees moved and mountains rose, several valleys formed"
    "Now; your mission is to find the enemy, evaluate their strength and return to base with that information. We have rough intelligence that points them to the west" Otto almost sounded like he was having fun with Snipes.
    Snipes began jogging to the supply bunker, only to find he suddenly had all his equipment on. Snipes muttered irritably under his breath and took off for a valley to the west; you could see better from a hill top. But a man stood out pretty well against the horizon. Snipes jogged carefully though it for twenty minutes, jumping over logs, diving through brush, all silently, Snipes knew how to be silent on Corellia, and how not to be noticed. Snipes climbed to the edge of the valley to see if there was anything to see; he sat there for several minutes, completely motionless, when he started getting ready to leave he noticed movement, somebody had seen him, Snipes was sure of that, he was also sure they hadn't radioed in because he would've heard that. Snipes quickly unslung his silenced Slugthrower and shouldered it, he put is eye to the scope, a scope Snipes had modified so that anyone that wasn't him trying to use it would be screwed, he had put calculations and odd diagrams all over the read out, but to him using it was second nature; he quickly lined up the rebels head and blew it off; a second one started out of the brush running away from him, Snipes shot the man in the back.
    Snipes carried three rifles on average, one silenced slugthrower that was slightly devoid of stopping power, a Deathwind slugthrower which had been a gift from Snipes former SL, Rizzit, and a modified E-11/M that was in his hip holster. His belt held many things from a grappling hook, to cutting torches to food, Snipes had damn near everything on his belt. In Snipes pack where larger items such as demolitions equipment, two life support pack some extra ammo and grenades, and fourth rifle for extremely long ranges that was in a special case and broken down to its smallest components. Snipes had a 8oz hip flask hidden under his right leg armor and had two knifes and a small blaster pistol strapped under his armor across his back, one knife had been a gift from his father and he cherished it dearly, and the other he had stolen off the first man he had killed. Snipes was always ready.
    Snipes climbed out into the bushes the men had been hiding in and looked around, from the looks of it they where an observation point of some sort, which meant the army had stopped, from the looks of things the place had been used for several days. There was a speeder bike hidden in the brush several feet from the first dead man. Snipes checked it for Nav-Points, it had been cleared. Snipes looked around some more until he found a trail that must've been made by the bike. Snipes rigged up some explosives to the bike and began to shadow the trail from several feet to the side, so that anyone coming down the trail would miss him until it was too late. The trail branched several places, and Snipes counted each branch, as he went the trail became more and more beaten. Soon Snipes heard voices coming down the path in front of him, loud obviously happy and unexpecting voices, Snipes figured they where a relieve group for some guards.
    Snipes waited until the voices drew nearer, he figured there had to be at least 5. They could prove a challenge. As the first trooper drew nearer Snipes quietly dropped his pack and rifles, then took the knifes from his back and waited; if they spotted him Snipes could kill them all quietly before they could get a blast off. But the group passed Snipes by and continued down the path. Snipes now knew the enemy felt secure; a bad mistake on their part. Long after the group had left Snipes picked his stuff back up and continued down the trail. Snipes fallowed the trail for a long time, when he began to hear a low roar he stopped; that would be the rebel base. Snipes left his pack and the silenced rifle down in some bushes, the pack was rigged so that all snipes had to do was push a button on a detonator on his belt and the pack would blow.
    Snipes crept up a nearby hill on his belly in some brush until he was at a perfect spot to see without being seen. He was covered in brush and it took a few swift cuts with his knife to make a small opening he could see through.
    The rebel base was laid out in an orderly fashion, with guard towers around the edge of the camp. In the middle was a large parade ground where troops where forming. Snipes took out a pair of electro Binoculars and set them to record, Snipes then made a quick sweep of the entire base, they could slow it down and zoom in if they so wanted. Snipes then made a quick assessment of the area, the tactical advantages and disadvantages. Then made a quick crawl back to his gear. When he got to where his gear had been, it was gone, he made a quick search of the area. His gear was gone. Snipes dove further into the brush and made a check of his compass, he could make it back to the VE camp before night fall. He could safely radio back in in ten minutes.  Snipes jogged stealthily, something Snipes could do in a forest. Snipes reached a few fallen logs and climbed into the middle of them, completely hidden, and made his report

 
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Formaly the Perpetual PFC
TRP/FTC/SGT Sniping101/CrazyRAIDERS/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA]
"Ther is Nothing so Exilerating as being Shot at without Result" - Winston Churchill
Sanitys Last Stop

Dee, I have to agree, that's a fine piece of work.
 
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Sergeant Hashi Shiyun [IH] [SoA] [LoR]
- Jester Squad, Storm Platoon.

OOC: This is the REAL start of my weapons training series. Don't forget: keep posting your stories.

Squad Support Weapons: Light
E-11 H/M
Heavy Weapons Specialist Training

    Snow's starting to fall, D-13 saw as he navigated through the chilly terrain, all the better to test my weapons' weather resistance. It'd been at freezing temperatures over the past few days at the trooper's location, so he thought it prudent to wear snowtrooper armor. That decision apparently paid off as the sky unleashed a snowstorm on the location. What's weird is, he thought, the snow is only falling in my location. Perhaps it was a sign of things to come?
    The snowtrooper paced himself, listening for any signs of activity, but heard only the crunches of his snow boots. He couldn't go on forever, since the snow started to pile up rapidly.
In the cold gloom, a huge black shadow loomed in the distance. Staring through polarized goggles, D-13 could see that it was the firing range. So he continued to trudge along, hoping to avoid any unnecessary encounters along the way. No problem, since there's nobody out here in this icy mist.
    Wrapping his cloak about him further, an on-duty imperial officer saw a dark figure moving about in the snow and signaled to the stormtroopers. The troopers, obviously eager for some action, confronted the shadow.
    "Halt! Identify yourself, stranger!" shouted one trooper, his filtered voice nearly lost in the howling winds.
    But D-13 didn't listen, and moved ever closer to the imposing complex. By this time, the visibility went down to about 3 meters, so he couldn't see the troopers either. One of the imperials raised his weapon, only to lower it as he saw a snowtrooper emerge from the thick, icy soup. The officer glanced at the insignia on D-13's shoulder and waved him through.
    As usual, computers and lights blinked and flashed almost as if they greeted anyone passing by. Freaky, D-13 thought. Droids shuffled here and there, trying to fulfill their tasks lest their masters return and deactivate them. One of the protocols bumped into the trooper as he was brushing off the accumulated snow onto the clean floor.
    "Oh, my apologies, sir. What can I do for you?" it inquired in its mechanical-type voice.
    "I need to see the rangemaster." came the unemotional reply.
    "Very well, sir, I shall fetch him for you." said the droid as it left the general area.
    D-13 stood at attention while the station buzzed with activity around him. A glance from the edge of his goggles showed a small display screen showing the trainees arriving today. The trooper scanned the list until he came down to his name and mission objectives: SSGT D-13, E-11 H/M, marksmanship training. Yep, he thought, that's what Otto told me this morning as he kicked me out of bed. He got a little chuckle out of that just as the rangemaster appeared. They exchanged salutes.
    "Senior sergeant D-13?"
    "Yes, sir, that would be me." replied the trooper.
    "I'm overseeing your progress, and will send your squad leader the results."
    D-13 merely nodded and saluted.
    The rangemaster motioned for the snowtrooper to follow him, not minding the little puddles of water collecting on the shiny floor where the snowboots touched them. Just as they left, the local sanitation droid showed up, toiling away to keep the water off the ground, lest it be vaporized for letting an officer trip.
    Wait a minute, you're telling me that we have to work in the open? D-13 thought as they stepped outside into the snow to the outdoors shooting range. As usual, the air threatened to go below zero degrees Celcius. Surprisingly, the rangemaster thought nothing of the temperature. All he did was pick up a blaster rifle and hand it to the trooper.
    "This is a BlasTech E-11/H, by which the H stands for 'heavy.' This little gun here can penetrate some, but not all vehicular armor and take it out of commission. Therefore, this should be your primary standard-issue antivehicle blaster." said the rangemaster as he picked up another rifle and showed it to the snowtrooper. "This is another type of BlasTech, the E-11/M. The rifle is specifically designed for marksman purposes, making it a prime choice for short to medium distance sniping." He concluded his impromptu lecture by handing the E-11/M to the trooper.
    D-13 took both weapons and carefully hefted them in his arm. Not exactly lightweight, but similar to the regulation E-11. He didn't have long before the rangemaster snapped his fingers to turn on the popping targets.
    "Choose your weapon wisely; because if you fail in the real world, you're dead." The rangemaster sneered.
    Taking one last notice at the weapons, the trooper decided to forego the E-11/H in favor of the sharpshooter model. He slid out the stock and went through the motions of extending the stock for use. With a satisfactory click, he was ready.
    Snap went the officer's fingers and the entire range came to life. From perceivably out of nowhere, small man-sized figures rose from the ranged slits. Up went the trooper's rifle and down went a target, a visible black hole smoking in the "head." D-13 had gotten his first kill of the day.
    However, the rangemaster thought it too easy to just line them up and watch the snowtrooper go at it. He nodded to something in the distance and the metal targets started shuffling periodically from time to time.
    I hate you already, thought D-13, referring to the rangemaster. With the moving figures, the flurry of snow obstructing his vision, and the cold slightly affecting the blaster's performance, this was hell.
    The snowtrooper squinted through his polarized goggles to get on target using the measly metal sights. Flakes of snow caught onto the lens, obstructing the senior sergeant's vision and causing his shot to go wide.
    "Gah!" He shouted.
    Smiling sadistically as he watched the trooper's attempt after attempt to focus, the rangemaster nodded to the apparent controllers again.
    I'm not going to give up and lose, not to this bastard, D-13 determined. He threw a bit of his cloak over the rifle, aiming from underneath its cover. The rangemaster, naturally, raised his eyebrows at this odd gesture. The rest was now just leading shots.
    One of the metal targets moved back and forth, seemingly unable to decide its course of action. Well, it doesn't need to decide anymore, D-13 grinned as the target dropped from sight with a clang. There goes another. And another. And yet another.  Finally, the last target fell from sight, a black scar forever marking its fate. With that, the soldier lowered his weapon.
    The rangemaster appeared calm, but inside, he was boiling mad. He reached over and threw the E-11/H at D-13.
    "You aren't finished yet." He cackled.
     From behind a ridge, several small tanks rolled onto the range. Clever, D-13 thought, as the vehicles wheeled to face D-13. They were smart, since tanks sometimes put their heaviest armor in the front for frontal engagements. What's worse, they appeared to be readying their guns to shoot at the trooper. D-13 cocked his rifle in response.
    The automated tanks made the first move by sending a small volley over the range markers to the trooper. D-13 motioned to the rangemaster, only to find no rangemaster there.
    "Damn it." he hissed under his breath. "He slipped away."
    The fiery bolts made their way across the snowy sky, melting any nearby snow particles. Several actually fizzled out in midair. D-13 strafed left, crouching slightly to avoid any shots going for his head. One hit the ground close to where he strafed from and kicked up several chunks of snow. All that marked the impact was a hole and a small puddle of heated water. The rangemaster came on over the comm unit.
    "This is your final test. Finish this and I'll pass you. Fail, and you die."
    D-13 sprinted over to the left side of the tank formation, trying to find a weak spot. The enemy turrets rotated to compensate. One shot punched a hole in his cloak.
    That was too close. The soldier dove into the snow, his body making a small pit with its weight. Snow flew into the air and showered him with hot water. D-13 pointed his rifle over the ridge and fired his first burst of the engagement.
    Hit! The bolts all charged toward their tank, no, their victim. They impacted straight onto the sides, starting a chain reaction. Sparks and lines of electricity ran around the tan vehicle, engulfing it in a blinding light. One electric line reached the main reactor. And then the whole tank blew to pieces of superheated metal.
    Upon hearing the explosion and seeing flak bursts upon the other tanks, the trooper rose from his pit like a vengeful spirit from the grave and charge the tanks in wrath.
    Dodging and weaving became the order of the day, as D-13 sidestepped to the left to avoid another blast. Automated or not, these things must die. He jumped on top of a turret and pointed his blaster straight down the barrel just as the tank was charging another shot. The E-11/H's barrel flashed and the turret caught fire. D-13 jumped off and hit the ground just before the turret exploded, leaving an empty, burning, and deactivated body behind it.
    Using the most of his time, the snowtrooper took cover just underneath the barrel of another tank. He saw the other tank rotating its barrel to face him. It fired, and D-13 ran away. As a consequence, the tank that he was hiding behind burst into subatomic particles. Dee took aim and fired in vengeance. He managed to punch through the turret's armor into its reactor.
    At first, the final tank stopped rotating its turrets and started to vibrate. Its turret went wild and starting spinning its barrel at an unusually quick rate. The snowtrooper's audio detectors picked up a steadily rising wind-up type noise. Then the entire thing reached a very high pitch and D-13 had to cover his ears. The vehicle then flashed three times on its barrel and erupted into a gigantic fireworks display.
    D-13 opened his eyes to discover the rangemaster standing over him, holding a piece of paper with the words, "PASSED" stamped on them. The trooper smiled as he saluted the officer and left for the barracks. Along the way, the sky started to clear up and the sun shined down upon the Imperial world of Tadath.
   
   
   
   
   
   
            
   
   
   
   
       
 
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TRP/SSGT D-13/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE[BoA]
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"Being unconquerable lies with yourself; being conquerable lies with the enemy."-Sun Tzu

[OCC: I had this story in the works I just wanted to get it in before the mission got to full force and before I forgot. /OCC]

Computer Operation
Comm. Tech Training

FlyingKnight was sitting in his bunk surfing around on his field laptop. Suddenly a window popped up giving him a message that he would be furthering his Knowledge in computer operation. The message told him that he was to stay logged on at his current location. He grinned as he read that he was going to learn laying in his bunk through his computer. The message also told him to connect his image caster to his laptop to have a comm. link to his instructor.

A small head popped up on the image caster and in a directing voice the instructor said, "Good morning I will be your instructor for today. This is a new system to help the comm techs get furthered in computer operation with hands on experience. I think this will help the techs some but I also think that it is another way to help the techs not get out of bed and move around." the face smiled.

Flying smiled back and opened a program that was sent to him by his instructor. Another welcome message popped up and he logged into the training program. The program started to go through basic computer operation like the main systems and typing routines.

The small head on the caster smirked as he saw the results of Flying's typing speed that was 256 words per minute. "Yeah I have learned to type fast from early exposure to computers." Flying said.

"Computers are really complex if you don't know how to use them. But most comm techs are usually used to computers from the beginning because no one would really know why they chose to do that unless they just wanted to learn. Sometimes the instructors get a few that show up for the first class and don't know anything." the instructor explained.

"There are some also other techniques that I could teach you that aren't in normal Imperial teaching procedures. Usually I teach these techniques to advanced slicers but I can teach them to you because you type fast enough. They are useful when you need to penetrate an advanced programs that have timing orgarithyms. You can start by opening up another program that you can add to the hacking programs that you have on your PC." the instructor directed.

Flying opened the program and his eyes widened. He thought to himself that he has never seen a program that advanced before. "This looks like a good cracking program if you know how to use it. This might take me a while but I really like it." Flying smiled.

"Yes it is a very big program but it has helped me a few times on missions as a slicer. I works great at rewriting any other program to make it accept controls from you the operator. It takes the passwords and searches for traces to find the backdoor to the program that usually every programmer installs into the program. It can also act like a portable droid by turning the program over to your system. The only drawback is that it isn't very stealthy because of its rewriting procedures." the instructor explained.

The intructor and student went on and on for hours because they had a lot in common. It wasn't really a good idea because he would have to get up early because of Otto's orders. The instructor passed Flying and gave him his email so they would keep in contact to trade secrets sometime. Flying logged off and stuffed his laptop under his bunk and fell back. He thought to himself about all the new things that he learned and how he kind of got a new online tech friend. Then after that he fell to a comfortable nights sleep.

 
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Private First Class
Frank "FlyingKnight" Carter
Raiders Squad
TRP/PFC FlyingKnight/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]
"In war there is no prize for runner-up." -- Omar N. Bradley