OOC: Three stories in a row I can see I am just a story machine /OOC

Hardware Theory
Comm. Tech. Training

FlyingKnight was sleeping soundly until R2-Z7 beeped loudly and he jumped up and almost fell off onto the green droid. He picked up his datapad trying to read what his datapad was translating for him. The droid wanted him to install the droid power connector so that he could power up. Flying dug into his pack and pulled out a droid connector and some other tools needed for the installation. He pulled the panel off next to the power port and installed the connector closed the panel and plugged the droid in.

As he was about to go take a shower he saw a message on his laptop to tell him he was scheduled for another training session. It was still early in the day and he thought that he would skip exercises and go straight to training. He took his shower went back to his quarters changed into his uniform and headed for the facility. When he walked out he saw that nobody had taken the squads personal landspeeder for the day. He walked up to it and jumped in, the speeder identified him as a part of the squad and powered up. He hit the throttle and zoomed off toward the training facility.

When he pulled up 5 minutes later he parked the speeder in the facility's motor pool shut it down and walked inside. This time he knew where he was going so he bypassed the reception desk and head back to room 243. He  entered the room and saw the same instructor he had for his Basic Electronics lesson. Flying gave him a salute and the instructor motioned for Flying to move toward another part of the workshop. Where he would study and be tested on the Hardware Theory. Flying sat down at a desk in the corner of the room opened up his laptop and connected to the facility's database. He then logged on to the instructors preset training program. He started by watching a kind of presentation with articles that he would need to remember when he took his test. Also during his test he would be shown pieces of hardware to identify and he also had to take apart and clean a computer then reassemble it. He identified many pieces of hardware like: the motherboard, CPU, RAM, hard drive, and other various drives and ports. He aced that part of the test and moved onto cleaning the computer.

He unscrewed the panel covering and started to use a delicate vacuum to get rid of the dust particles. After that he disconnected the drives and cleaned them then he  disconnected the CPU and mother board and cleaned them also. The instructor inspected his cleaning job.
"Nice cleaning now put it back together, here's a twist for you," the instructor flipped the lights off.
Flying went digging for his headset flashlight and snapped it onto his ear and clicke the light on. Being in the dark and putting the computer together doesn't sound easy and it wasn't he thought to himself. Reconnecting the motherboard and CPU he started to get the drives in and interface them into the computer. He screwed the panel cover back on and, "Done," he stated.
"Good job but I saw that you didn't connect the ports into the back of the computer," the instructor said.
"Dang I totally forgot I guess its all the darkness," Flying said closing his computer.
"Next time I suggest that you use some type of night seeing goggles so that your vision isn't restricted to just your flashlights light beam. Good job anyway I am giving you a B+ for your lesson maybe I will see you later," he said and gave a salute.
Flying saluted and put all his stuff and walked back toward the landspeeder. He walked into the motor pool and saw no sign of the speeder. One of the squad members must have been here and decided to use it. Anyway I could use the exercise because I missed them this morning he thought to himself. He jogged back to the barracks entered his quarters and started to study so that he could learn his droids language.
 
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Lance Corporal
Frank "FlyingKnight" Carter
Raider Squad
TRP/LCPL FlyingKnight/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]
"In war there is no prize for runner-up." -- Omar N. Bradley

OOC: Shame on you guys!!!!! Where are our regular stories?


 
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TRP/SSGT D-13/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE[BoA] [ES1][BC]
TRN/UNI D-13/Training 1-2/VEDJ/VE
I love this symbol>
Snowtroopers forever!!!!!
"Being unconquerable lies with yourself; being conquerable lies with the enemy."-Sun Tzu

OOC: Just thought I'd throw a story in here...lol..been awhile /OOC:


HEAVY WEAPONS SPECIALIST
General Skills:
Range Finding and Advanced Vector Calculation

Angel woke to the clam trickling of the waterfall fountain he kept next to his bed. The one thing he kept brought with him from his home on Dantooine after his parents death, it served as a constant reminder of why he fought.

Yawning and stretching, Angel swung his muscular legs around, and winced as his feet hit the cold duracrete. Really should get a carpet from the Imperial Center he thought to himself. Slipping into his pink robe and choosing one of his pairs of bunny slippers, he hobbled his way into the bathroom. It had only been a few days since the squads return from Bilbringi, and Angel was sporting a few new scars from the trip. Splashing cold water over his face, he looked at himself in the mirror.

"Well, you sure look like crud." He said to himself, rubbing his hands over the coarse stubble that had formed on his face. He was about to break out his trusty razor and shaving cream, when his personal comlink beeped. Sighing audibly, he crossed the room, shuffling his feet in his pink bunny slippers. Angel picked up the comlink and shook the cobwebs from his mind. Never know who its going to be, he thought to himself, better be in my right mind Taking a deep breath, he opened the channel.

"This is Angel" he spoke into the com.

"Don't 'this is Angel' me." Came the familiar reply, "Get down to my office right away, you have some training to do."

"Yes'sir Otto, on my way" Angel closed the channel set the comlink back down on his end table. Glancing at the clock, he made a mental note to turn his comlink off the next morning.

Shedding his pink bathrobe, Angel dressed in his military fatigues, and laced up his boots. Doing a few quick stretches, Angel left his barracks and headed down to Otto's office. It seemed weird to him, walking down that hallway, that he was headed to Otto's office; Raiders without Rizz was a foreign concept. Shaking off these thoughts, he entered the SL's office.

Angel didn't bother to knock, because he figured the Dark Jedi already knew he was coming. Just as he expected, Otto was deep in meditation. Pulling out his spare inflatable gungan, Angel popped the cap and *poof* instant gungan. Setting it down in front of the SL, Angel went back and slammed the door.

As Angel turned back towards Otto, he was greeted by a flying gungan. Drawing his hidden knife, Angel sliced its head clean off.

"Very funny Angel," Otto said, his fingers still pointing from his force throw of the gungan. "Now its time to get to work.  Head down to the long distance shooting simulator, you have some physics to do. Now get out of here before I throw you out."

Otto made a quick flick of his hand and Angel braced for the impact. Otto burst out laughing at his flinching SL. Angel reopened his eyes and shook his head as he left the office. Angel left the door open, and he heard it slam shut behind him. Must be nice to have the force to do that with, Angel thought to himself, must make it pretty easy to wash your back, and scratch that one place.

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"Sergeant Jikkyo?"

An attractive young woman met him at the entrance to the simulator. Intrigued, Angel threw a sloppy grin, showing his white teeth. Brushing his long golden hair from his face, Angel replied.

"That's me, but you can just call me Angel, everyone else does. And you are&?"

"Captain Quinta." She said, "I am your training officer today. It seems today is your lucky day. A Heavy Weapons Specialists' favorite day&Advanced vector finding and range calculation. Hope you have your math skills handy."

"Sure do captain. I'm up for anything." Angel winked at her as he walked into the simulator. The hatch closed behind him and he was shrouded in darkness. He used to be scared of the dark as a child. He would remember making Jubei keep a light on at all times. Now he enjoyed it. Darkness was solitude&peace&quiet¬hing can see you, and you can't see anything, except what's inside of you.

The light from the simulator screen pierced the darkness, and forced Jikkyo to squint. Picking up the whisper subsonic rifle that was interfaced with the simulator, Angel got a feel for its weight, and set up shop.

Quinta's voice came over the intercom. "OK this is all about vectors. Single shot, assassination style. Distance shooting with a slug-throwing rifle requires you to take into account air resistance, gravity and wind sheer. Your standard scope will give you that information, but you have to make the visual adjustment. Understood?"

"Yes ma'm." Angel said, "I aim through this thingy here right?"

Soft laughter came back through the intercom. "Yes sergeant, you use that thing right there. Simulation in 10 seconds, take out the speaker within the allotted time. 1 shot, if you miss, game over, your position is compromised."

"Roger that Captain, but I told you to call me Angel" he quipped, as the bright white light faded into a clear setting.
Angel found himself on top of a large building in the middle of a bustling, urban city. Many floors below him, he saw the ground level, jam packed with speeders and hovercraft.  Jikkyo had a brief flashback to the day his brother died, this place reminding him of Coruscant. He quickly banished such thoughts and got to work.

Identifying his target as the ambassador giving a dedication speech at a building 2 blocks away, Angel peered into the scope and got the data he needed.  Scratching numbers on the duracrete next to him with his pencil, Angel jotted down distance, wind speed, altitude difference and the force of gravity.

Sitting down and staring at the numbers, Angel sketched a quick diagram of his position and the ambassadors. "408m, down 15 m, wind sheer at 15km/hr SW, gravity standard 10 m/s/s.

Drawing in the ideal vector for the bullet, Angel drew in the windsheer vector. Adding these two head to tail, he came up with a resultant vector, that gave him the distance to the right of the speaker's head he needed to aim. Writing down that number, Angel also calculated quickly how far the slug would descend in the time it took for it to reach his target. A simple arithmetic equation with the expected velocity of the slug gave him the time needed to reach the target. This time, multiplied by the acceleration due to gravity, gave him the expected drop in the slug's height.

Writing down this number as well, Angel went back to the scope. Centering the crosshairs on the ambassador's head, Angel adjusted first the height, aiming up 0.287 m, the numbers ticking away on his scope. Then he aimed to the right, into the wind, 0.452m. Taking a deep breath, Angel checked to make sure the wind stayed constant. Satisfied the computer wasn't going to mess with him, Angel took another deep breath, and let it half out.

Exhaling slowly, Angel squeezed the trigger&

*PHHOOT* was the sound the slug-thrower made. Angel kept his eye on the scope, and watched the ambassador's head disappear. The screen went blank, and Angel was back in the darkness. The hatch opened to find a smiling Captain Quinta.

"Nice job, you did that much quicker that the others." She commented, tossing her long, dark hair to one side.

"Thank you Captain Quinta, I like to move fast, its more exciting that way." Angel's voice dripped with the innuendo he was implying.

"Please Angel, my friends call me Quin."

"Well Quin, what do I get for all my troubles?" Angel inquired, taking a step closer to the captain.

"You get this." She replied, handing him his certification. Then, flipping her hair, turned on her heel with a flourish and walked out of the simulator.

Angel tuned the certificate over, and revealed Quinta's barracks number.

"It turned out to be a good day after all." Angel said. Smiling to himself, Angel walked back to his barrack to hit the fresher.

 
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Senior Sergeant Jikkyo "Fallen Angel" Nimiichi
Assistant Squad Leader (ASL): RAIDERS SQUAD
TRP/ASL/SSGT Fallen Angel/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [RoM] [BoA]

"Never shall innocent blood be shed, yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river. The three shall spread their blackened wings and be the vengeful, striking hammer of GOD."

OOTC: My usual story :P
Squad Support Weapons: Medium
BlasTech T-21 Light Repeating Blaster
Heavy Weapons Training Course

    "Yo, Dee!" Angel called.
    D-13 looked up from his glass of blue milk and waved towards his assistant squad leader. He'd gotten off V-WEB training about a day ago. Angel must be done with his exercises too, he thought. Things had gotten quite settled down since Bilbringi. Most of the squad's wounds healed after a few hours in the bacta tank. Now, they did their individual training courses until something came up. Boring, yes, but work was work. That was better than nothing, wasn't it?
    "Hey, Angel, what'd you finish this time? You look like hell."
    "I'd just gotten off cleaning and fixing some small weapons. Nothing big, just routine." Angel grinned. "Hey bartender! A mug of Corellian ale!"
    "Everything's routine nowadays." D-13 pointed out, just as a mug of frothing ale slid down the aisle.
    "True, but hey, it keeps us from blowing away into the dust, right?" Quipped Angel.
    D-13 nodded. True, the work did keep them from turning into flab piles, but it was boring, that was the problem. Even more, his instructors hadn't been the kind of mentors he'd thought them to be. Deal with it, Dee. This is the military, you've got to push yourself harder! He told himself. And push even more when it comes to weapon training, he didn't have to add.
    Angel felt something sitting down on the metal barstool. He reached deep into his coveralls and pulled out an old sabacc deck. He tapped D-13 on the shoulder just as the trooper took a sip of milk. "Some Sabacc, Dee? I'll play you for small stuff I salvaged earlier."
    Why not? I could sure use some spare weapon parts. What's he got? thought D-13 as he plopped down three blaster packs. Angel, in turn, put down a working cooling coil, a jug of freelol, and a vent unit. Damn. They moved their goods to the empty Sabacc table nearby.
    The local dealer droid got everything going quickly. D-13 closed his eyes and wished intensely for the win. He needed these parts and imagined really winning them. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in front of an array of cards. He looked towards Angel, who seemed to be looking very smug. Someone...or something answered...he felt it. Once again, the trooper imagined very hard the glory of winning and the cards turned over automatically. "Sabacc!" D-13 shouted.
     Fallen Angel looked from his hand to Dee's hand. Sure enough, D-13 had 23 net value. He reluctantly turned over the three items and went back to his ale, which fizzed out by then.
     An Imperial officer threw opened the doors to the cantina, his eyes searching for someone. Instantly, his eyes focused on D-13, who was pocketing his winnings. The Imperial walked up to Dee.
    "Are you senior sergeant D-13?" He asked, first of all.
    "Yes, sir, that would be me. Is there something you need?"
    The messenger handed D-13 a datapad and stepped out. T-21 training eh? I guess I could use the workout after a round of Sabacc. "Hey Angel."
    His assistant squad leader looked up. "What?" He was still a bit sore after losing his valuable junk. Immediately, Angel's hands snapped outward to grab the incoming Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster sliding down the aisle.
    "That one's for you. See you later!" Said D-13 cheerfully. And with that, the trooper stepped out the door. 
    It didn't take long for the trooper to find the training area. Many stormtroopers were lined up there. Out of nowhere, a hand brutally shoved him to the ground, and a voice shouted, "Where's your uniform, maggot?"
    D-13 lifted himself to his knees and looked back to find a grizzled, middle-aged man in sweatclothes glaring at him. "And who are you?" He demanded. That got him a hard jab to the nose.
    "I'm Lieutenant Grishalda, and you will learn to respect and fear me!"
    That's what they all say. Okay, I'll play along in your little game of superiority. "Senior sergeant D-13 reporting for duty, sir!" He snapped.
    A slight grunt, and the lieutenant straddled over to the lined up trainees. He tossed D-13 a new set of armour and faced the trainees. "Hello ladies, we're gonna be working out on the T-21 medium blaster rifle today. This is a crucial weapon in our fight against the Republic." He paused, watching the soldiers for any signs of disinterest, even though their faces were concealed. Satisfied, Grishalda continued his impromptu lecture. "In combat, you grunts don't usually have any form of heavy backup because you don't have the time. So, command just had to insist that we give you sissies this thing to keep you morons alive. Prove yourself to me, and you'll earn this certificate. Fail, and you'll find out the real meaning of suffering. A one, a two, and move your asses!"
    Grishalda kickstarted the day's run. While running ahead of the pack, Grishalda occasionally checked the men to spot any slackers. He was, like most Imperial trainers, extremely harsh but fair at times. A decorated veteran himself, the lieutenant knew what these soldiers of the Empire faced everyday. So, he determined to trim them to the highest standards the Empire demanded of its fighting men. After all, nobody really wanted them to die...so soon anyways. The three-kilometer marker just whipped past the group.
    One, two, three kilometers. Eh, the usual for this type of training exercise, D-13 thought. D-13 lagged behind the other recruits for a while, before he discovered that he still held his equipment from the earlier Sabacc game. A sharp shout from the instructor, and he was back running with the pack.
    Finally, the group came up to a row of rifles, each having its own target range. D-13 stared down at T-21 334, his rifle. A relatively long rifle, the T-21 held a curved stock complete with an external barrel grills to release the heat. Connected to the rifle was a long wire which in turn was hooked up to a backpack-sized generator. With a closer look, D-13 spotted an inefficient (by his standards) cooler unit. The trooper plugged in better cooling fins and a vent unit for the generator and then poured in some freelol --the coolant of the reliable E-11. I wonder if this is really gonna work.
    Lieutenant Grishalda raised his scarred left hand to signal for attention. "You know what this is: a shooting range. And you better know what to do on a shooting range, maggots. We will begin in 5...4...3...2...1...start!"
    A loud screech nearly deafened the stormtroopers, even with their helmets on. The steel ground in front of them seemed to open up, revealing giant fiery-yellow racks with mysterious blocks. All of those items seemed to shudder, then popped open, revealing a fully equipped battle droid. D-13 and the trainees slung their generators and turned them on.
    Their groaning intense, it was obvious that these droids hadn't been sent to battle in ages. However, they still posed a formidable threat as the droids simultaneously drew their menacing black rifles and turned to face the trainees. Therefore the time has cometh, when the ground shall rend in fire, and menace shall descend upon the White. D-13 remembered from a street rhyme.
    Nobody really gave a damn about the psychological intimidation, and shot at the droids first. D-13 enjoyed the fruits of his engineering prowess, snapping off three shots per second instead of the others' one shot per second rate. The freelol pumped by the vents successfully carried the heat away, preventing the T-21 from overheating. Blaster fire ripped through the droid ranks as they advanced further into optimum range. Relentlessly, the bots drove on like ants, ignoring every 'death' and walking over their fallen like logs.
    D-13 pointed his repeater at a cluster of droids and fired off a burst. Powerful laser bolts felled all in that particular cluster. After that, he noticed a small counter mounted on his T-21: 31. Thirty-one droids destroyed. Not bad. One blaster bolt nearly grazed his head, and that convinced the rest of the soldiers that the droids were packing real blasters. No matter. A droid was struck in the shoulder area by someone's bolt and fell down on the ground, sending one final shot before it deactivated. The shot hit a trainee next to D-13 and the stormtrooper fell mortally injured.
    "Damn! He's down!" D-13 announced over the microphone.
    Using his right hand to hold the blaster, D-13 dragged off the fallen trooper with his other hand, firing as he walked. Another droid was shot down. The rest of its squad went down seconds later. When BlasTech sets out to make something, they make it right. D-13 mused. It's as good as the databanks claim all right. He put the now-dead stormtrooper behind a secondary barricade to find that all the droids laid in pieces scattered around the field. Wow! They're fast. Grishalda strutted up to the battered soldiers holding T-21s.
    "500 droids destroyed --that's all of them. Eh, you guys did an OK job." The lieutenant allowed. "I must commend D-13 for his extraordinary accuracy...and also his discretion in attempting to rescue one our own. Looks like the trainee's gone now though. Still, D-13, you earned your keep, with special recognition."
    D-13 carefully took his certificate and saluted. The others received their certificates too. With that, Grishalda dismissed all and D-13 wandered towards the bar. He found Angel still swilling the Blaster carefully. Imagine the surprise as the Raiders' assistant squad leader saw a battered stormtrooper run in with a fully activated T-21!
    "Heya Angel." D-13 grinned behind his dusty helmet.
 
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TRP/SSGT D-13/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE[BoA] [ES1][BC]
TRN/UNI D-13/Training 1-2/VEDJ/VE
I love this symbol>
Snowtroopers forever!!!!!
"Being unconquerable lies with yourself; being conquerable lies with the enemy."-Sun Tzu

(OOC: w00t! my come back! oh, and i just couldnt resist this part about Otto and FA /OOC)

Combat Engineer Trianing
Mine and Countermine Operations

    Snipes bent over the well packed earth of the trail he was walking searching for some sign of what passed threw here; several animal tracks greeted him, but amongst the confusion were man tracks, heavy boots and in large numbers, the tracks, while covered, where quite recent. But that wasn't what caught his eye, across the path where light boot prints from the kind of boot with no sole.
    "Alright Otto, stop playing with me, what do I need to do?" Snipes said only slightly louder than normal
    Otto stepped out of the foliaged to Snipes left. "Now that I wasn't expecting"
    "I've done a lot of hunting, now what do you want me for?"
    "training, Snipes, Mine and counter-mine operations, there are six of these trails including this one, three are mined and the other three aren't, its up to you to determine which is which and act apropriotly" Otto Smiled
    "What's the catch?" Snipes said knowing what the smile ultimately meant.
    The Smile broadened "only rebel Patrols you don't want to run into, if any detect you, you automatically fail" then he wavered out of existence; it wasn't a trick of the force, it was the simulator Snipes was in.
    "great" Snipes mumbled, but he set off, the Stormtrooper armor and heavy backpack no longer had an effect on him, he had grown used to both and the armor had become an extension of his own skin. He jogged easily along the path, the fact that he was still on it and that the large numbers of people used it pointed out that it was highly popular and un-mined. Snipes looked for an ideal place to place the mines, a place couldn't be avoided by people keeping off the trail, a bridge or pass worked perfect. Snipes jogged for a long time taking in the scenery and staying alert. It took about 20 minutes before he found his spot for the mines, the trial thinned between a river and a rock face that he had been fallowing for some time.
    He set his mines in some of the underbrush next to the rock face and set a few more under rocks and two in the river, all shaped to blow shrapnel right into the middle of the trail and on proximity detonators which he activated with a remote.
    Snipes didn't know how far apart these trails where, so he went back the way he came, he was sure Otto would try something tricky, he knew it, he just didn't know what.

    Otto Vox snickered over the controls of the simulator Sniping101 sat in. The dark jedi was dressed in the drab grey standard issue uniform of the stormtroopers. His lightsabre rested against his leg, hung from the brown leather belt that acomidated several pouches and a blaster that was purely ornamental.
    "What are you doing to him this time?" Otto's Assistant Squad Leader asked groggily, having just woke up.
    "Moving the trails he hasn't hit yet, seeing how he adapts, he's already killed 3 rebel patrols without being seen, so throwing those at him won't do much good."
    "How many trials has he got?" Fallen Angel said, drinking down his cup of coffee
    "Two counter mines and one mining"
    "Heh heh, lets make this interesting, 200 credits says he wins" Fallen chuckled
    "200 says he doesn't "Otto replied turning around with a smile
    "Deal" Fallen angel said quickly and they shook hands; Otto turned back to the controls and he felt his ASL turn and shuffle back to his quarters.
    Poor, poor, snipes Otto thought resuming the moving of the trails.
   

          "SITHSPIT!" Snipes cursed loudly, he had just come this direction and suddenly there was trail here, Otto was up to something, and that slightly annoyed Snipes.
    Snipes pulled out his mine detector and started it up; he walked for about a kilometer each way on the new trail and found it to be un-mined. He was getting tired so just took standard landmines and planted them in the ground, covering them in dirt. That left one of each kind of trial left, and with Otto changing them around he hoped he wouldn't trip over any of his own mines, with that thought in mind he decided to just leave the mine detector on and keep a watch on it, he might start to disarm some of his own mines, but they would show up different on the scanner so he could maneuver around them.
    Snipes backtracked, circled around went forward and charged threw brush; the amount of trials left was low enough that Otto could easily keep him from his goal for hours on end. Finally Snipes stopped and sat down, he was going to need to think, and think hard of a way to keep the trails in one place. Snipes leaned up against a tree for a moment and let his mind wander. He didn't know how long he had been doing this, hours maybe, many hours, Snipes had no idea; his mind wandered back to his boyhood on Corellia, he had taken part in post activities almost essential to boyhood, skipping school to go fishing, climbing trees. . .his thoughts stopped there, climbing trees. Snipes spun around to face the tree he was leaning up against; it was a tall tree, but by far not the tallest tree. With a new since of purpose Snipes picked up his pack again and started off to find the tallest tree he could.
    It didn't take long before he found one of sufficient height as it stuck out about the usual canopy, a trial would be hard to spot under that cover, but Snipes sharps eyes would have little trouble. He took along with him his E-11/M and his tactical scanner, it was used to scan areas from a distance and while considerably larger than the mine scanner it had a better range. Snipes climbed until he reached the top, his armor only slightly inhibiting him, he was trained in its use and anyone trained in the use of Stormtrooper armor felt although it was a second skin.
    When he did reach the top he first scanned the area with his eyes, it took him several minutes but he found both trials, he took his rifle and blasted all the branches out of the way, Otto wouldn't move the trails now, or at least he hoped Otto wouldn't, Snipes had discovered them and now all Otto had to do was leave them there. Snipes then took his scanner; it looked something like a large pistol with a spotting scope on top. Snipes looked threw this scope and pressed the trigger he made a sweep of the first trail, Mine-less; he made a sweep of the last one and discovered the positions of the mines.
    An hour later he was sitting in his barracks drinking coffee, and Otto was 200 credits poorer.

 
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The Comnet Hermit
TRP/FTC/SGT Sniping101/CrazyRAIDERS/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA]
"As long as their is Space, Im going to stare off into it"-Garfield
I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout. When I see an ARC all short and stout, BOOM!  He flies through the hall and out. -anonymous

OOC: Wow, I haven't done one of these in a while. This is my deluxe story, complete with TacMap! Read the frickin' post before viewing the map to understand the marks.

Heavy Weapons Specialist Final Qualification Course

    Cyanus tapped his chin, eyeing the various displays flashing on the large monitor hanging from the ceiling. There was a murmur of voices from the cadets in the briefing room. He stood out from the rest and sat apart from them, not that he had a choice: the cadets shied away from the Dark Knight.

    The objectives came up on the holoprojector:

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Objective: Seize control of the New Republic command center 034.

Training Location: [restricted]

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    The officer in charge cleared his throat and motioned for the entire room to quiet down. The aging colonel straightened his medal-lined uniform as he adjusted the microphone. A loud screech nearly burst the ears of every trooper there. Shortly after, he began his briefing: "Ahem, you can see that the battlefield layout is against us. The rebel drones have emplaced themselves in well-fortified positions. Our main target is the command center, here." He pointed to a green triangle, then to two large red spheres on the holomap. "Here are the main antiaircraft defenses." He clicked a button on the projector and a multitude of blue X's filled the area around the command bunker. Murmurs of surprise arose from the newer troopers. "And here, you can see the main infantry, armor, and artillery positions in the target sector: B2. Unfortunately, the enemy set up a jamming field so we have no information whatsoever on their type and numbers. You'll have to scout them out and report back to Headquarters. "But you should have no problem taking care of these outdated junk heaps, right?"
    Chuckles came from the veteran members present. "Yeah," they agreed. At this the colonel continued, pacing around as he spoke. "We will be deploying here, since their back corridor is a missile kill zone," he put an Imperial insignia on the drop zone. You'll be taking Gamma-class transports so you'll have to pack only what you can carry. When the anti-air defenses are knocked out, you are then free to call down heavy artillery for assistance." The screen beeped and traced a path through the thick defenses. "We'll provide you with regular squad support. Dismissed." A salute, and the cadets trooped out of the instruction room to complete their last minute preparations.
    Cyanus stayed behind and studied the map carefully. The computer may have chosen a path for them, but something drew his notice to the two large blips on the eastern mountain range. He stared hard at them, they're positioned in the rocky outcrops so they can't be infantry or armor. The trooper's eyes went wide. Then that means that they're long-range artillery -- the bane of infantry.
    Command felt lenient toward the trainees that day and gave them completely open options on weapons and gear. Most of the newer greenhorns opted for the biggest gun they could carry while the more experienced men picked up lighter armaments that got the job done. They laughed as they talked merrily about lighter things. At least, they did talk, before Cyanus strode into the locker room grimly; his concentration totally fixed on the mysterious emplacements. He grabbed a T-21 light repeater and a backpack generator. Immediately, the others backed out of the way at the sight of that brown robe. Quiet whispering soon dominated the atmosphere along with the banging of doors. As he paced out, the Dark Jedi eyed each and every trooper in his way, wondering who will die and who will survive to fight another day.
   
    The landing bay of the star destroyer was filled to capacity with assault shuttles, huge siege vehicles, and hundreds of Imperial personnel scattered throughout the durasteel flooring. What amazed the troops the most was the monolithic Imperial garrison building being hooked up to a builder shuttle. The general message passed from man to man was: "Don't screw up, they are watching."

    Over the roar of the machinery a regular lieutenant waltzed up to Cyanus and pointed out his robe/armor garb. "That's not regulation, trooper." He shouted over the din of engines starting up. The Dark Knight ignored the bronze-haired fool and continued to check his generator backpack. "Why you..." The regular reached down for Cyanus but never made it -- the fop flew backwards and crashed into a pile of fuel canisters. The knight's saber instantly flew into its master's hands and was pointed at the Imperial officer. Fortunately, the man realized that he was far outmatched and beat a hasty retreat to the far side of the hangar.

    Ten minutes later the signal to board lit the massive hangar panels with a comforting green glow. Boots clattered on steel as men marched up the ramps in unison to their respective carriers. Cyanus clipped his saber back into his utility belt and took a seat in a shuttle with the rest of his assault team.

    "This is the captain, we'll be maintaining a high rate of descent. Strap yourselves in, we're taking off now," said the ship's pilot into the intercom as he moved the throttle upwards.
    "You are cleared to take off," Said the comm unit. With that, he pushed the throttle to maximum speed and zoomed out of the landing bay toward the forbidding desert planet.
    Other shuttles that had taken off before GA-233 could be seen as white dots rapidly floating toward the arid landscape. Over to the far west, one could see the garrison zooming toward the planet below its builder shuttle. A few scattered landing craft took troop carriers and mobile artillery units to the battlefield. This was going to be an exercise on a massive scale. 

    "Stand by," said the pilot. He pulled back on the throttle a bit but tipped the nose down to a steep angle to try to avoid the simulated flak bursts. Well, it certainly is realistic, he thought as the entire craft rocked violently blazing a path through the smoke-filled sky. Suddenly, a shuttle in front of him was hit and exploded in a flash of light, its burning hulk dropping through the air like a thrown stone. A horrifying whistle announced the ship's doom as it sailed down and exploded against a cliff. 
    "What the hell was that?" One of the men cried aloud. All instinctively glanced out their portholes and saw with terror the smoke trailing one of their transport shuttles. Cyanus sensed the fear and doubt growing. One recruit broke into tears, right there, in his seat. The more fear he felt, the angrier the sergeant was toward the men. Anger fueled his dark will.
    A particularly hard jolt sent the dumber people bouncing painfully about the cabin. The captain shouted over the intercom: "Let's go! Go! Go!" That sent a wave of relief over the soldiers, and they rushed out the doors into battle.
    The din of innumerable men and assault craft was nearly unbearable. A distinct shuttle dropped off the command crew, who promptly entered the garrison. Off in the distance the bright red sun slowly set on the horizon. Night was falling on the planet, and the Imperial strike mission would begin shortly.
   
    Cyanus assembled his team, being the highest-ranked trooper in the 'squad.' Having not been with the army in a while, he found it took a little time to remember all the procedures. All through the three-hundred meter assembly area, squads organized into bands of ten men and awaited orders. As one, every man there snapped to attention, their weapons in the rifle salute position to meet the current commander.

    A while later, the commander, one of Cosmic's assistants, appeared in hologram form. Both groups exchanged salutes and the commander motioned for the troopers to continue on with one simple statement: "We'll be watching each and every one of you."

    The ground thundered with the sound of marching. Cyanus led his team toward a glint he saw upon landing, the glint of a cannon barrel. "Do not break formation until I tell you to," he warned them.
    "Yes sir!" came the shouted reply.
   
    Across a kilometer of harsh desert terrain the infantry squads advanced on all fronts...until the artillery barrage came. Black columns of dirt announced the kill areas and everyone broke into a mad dash. Electronically filtered voices cried out in the darkness. Various shouts of "Move! Let's go! Run!" added to the chaos. Some were wounded and they had not even met the enemy yet.

    "Trace their trajectory and target the sources. We've got to relieve the infantry," one of the light artillery's gunners told his partner. A complex set of numbers flooded their computer's screens and a line was traced through the smoke and debris. They pointed their gun at the supposed location and fired a salvo at the droid-controlled batteries.

    The tactical officer had enough to worry about. He picked up a pair of electrobinoculars and surveyed the fronts. Shells and turbolaser shots were coming in from who knows where and his men were getting hit. High Command sure knows how to make it hard for our soldiers, he thought as another column of smoke rose from a newly created crater.

    Cyanus eyed the white-hot shells sailing over his head toward the enemy and for a brief moment saw the drone artillery right where he thought they would be -- in the mountains. An explosion signaled the death of the enemy artillery and the men resumed their hellish march with a new vigor. Soon they would have something radically different to deal with than unseen enemies.
    He halted his men and stared around the tall rock formations; the other squads moved forward without them. The sergeant drew his locked a blaster bolt coming from the cliffs. Everyone heard the shot and sprang into defensive formations. The enemy was here.
    The stormtroopers among them pressed themselves against the rocky walls. They hugged the wall while making their way around the outcrop. Cyanus did the same and replaced his saber; he shouldered his T-21. The army troopers looked frightened and nervously held their blasters. Another blaster bolt struck a regular in the stomach and the poor sap fell over screaming for his mother. The medics rushed on over and proved their medics' certifications weren't for nothing.
    "I saw it! It came from the top of the rock!" Cried a regular as he fired repeatedly at the outcrop.
    Cyanus nodded as a stormtrooper readied his thermal detonator and flung it up over their heads. A deafening explosion forced all that were there to take cover, while a message from the tactical officer followed. "Outcrop is clear. Proceed."

    The army group pressed forward without hesitation and stopped before the flat land ahead of them It only had one medium-sized boulder for cover. "I'm sure the drones will have artillery positions there. They'd be dumb not to," warned a squad leader, pointing at the high ground northwest of their position.
    "We're out of support artillery range, too." Said a corporal.
    "Try pinning them down with concentrated fire. The rest will move forward and force a path through the enemy main lines," Cyanus suggested with a grim look.
    The senior squad leader called for attention. "It's decided. We have no choice." She pulled out her pocket map. "Set up E-WEB positions here and here, next to the cliff, the rest will slowly take position across the entire flat and suppress the enemy long enough for the rest to break through the line."
   
    It took less than five minutes before the repeater crews announced their readiness. The squad leaders called out the countdown and executed their plan. For the most part, the army regulars were the ones spared from suppressive fire duty. Cyanus cranked his backpack for maximum output and stayed in a prone position just before the rock cover. The droids continually scanned the infantry formations, wondering what was going down.
They immediately searched for cover when the counter barrage arrived, striking down several drones in the first attack. Though Cyanus only fired a round a second, he carefully aimed at individual droids, making every shot count.
    The Dark Jedi saw at the distance the E-WEB crews running toward him carrying their burden. The other shooters also broke off and headed toward the battle lines. Finally, the senior sergeant broke rank and headed toward the primary objective.

    Meanwhile, the fighting intensified as the two battalions clashed. The air was filled with the rancid stench of vaporized metal, rock...and flesh. Screams clogged the comlink channels, with little in the way of orders. Not that they would be heeded or even heard in the midst of battle.
    Twenty regulars and stormtroopers had been wounded, and ten more were killed by blaster fire. The drones' programming prevented them from raining long-range hell upon the troopers, since the men and women were so close to their droid brethren. The battle raged furiously and swayed back and forth before someone fired a set of grenades at the droids' positions and neutralized the threat.
    Imperial troopers plowed through the light defenders as they maneuvered around the extremely strong defensive lines by heading east, then northwest toward the weakly defended eastern flank.
    Cyanus took position near a burning drone tank and opened up at the AA emplacements while the stormtroopers rushed forward toward the command center/bunker. Burps of fire met them and they fell back. The regulars fired a missile at the nearest anti-aircraft artillery turret and totally destroyed it. Then they did likewise with the other.
   
    Back at the command center, the officers cheered and called down their best siege guns.

    However, it wasn't time for celebration yet. The battle-weary Imperials were being shot at from the droid battle lines, which turned around upon the anti-aircraft turrets' destruction.

    The soldiers despaired, and huddled together at the ridge just southeast of the bunker. Then the assault transports arrived.

    Cyanus thought it a magnificent sight. Large barges nearly invisible in the night slamming the ground, kicking up sand, then taking off just as quickly as they landed, leaving a titanic vehicle behind. The new arrivals quickly made short work of the faltering line and eventually eliminated the threat. Cyanus picked up a flame rifle and passed into the bunker, igniting the automated turrets then drawing his saber. Just about every stormtrooper rushed after him, with the regulars mopping up the remaining droid force.
    To their pleasant surprise, the droids were programmed to surrender. The battle -- the exercise -- was won.

    An hour later...
    Bands played the Imperial March while moving in perfect stride down the rows of Imperial soldiers and stormtroopers that had participated in this exercise -- many still bore their wounds. Cyanus alone wore a robe wrapped around his armor, his lightkatana resting at his side. The officers went up and down the rows, congratulating each man and handing him his certification. Cyanus received his with distinction and saluted his previous training instructors. The trooper was certified, a Heavy Weapons Specialist for the corps, and he was damned proud of it.
 
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ASL/SSG D-13 Cyanus/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE[BoA] [ES1][BC]
CM/DJK Cyanus/Krath/Lion 1-6/VEDJ/VE
Dark Jedi Knight
"...I think I'll kill you later." - Cyanus
Assistant Squad Leader: - Raider Squad -

Basic Electronics/Wiring
Combat Engineer Training

After putting it off for two years, JR knew that it was finally time for him to begin his Combat Engineer courses.  His first lesson was Basic Electronics/Wiring.  Entering the classroom he looked around and realized with a bit of embarassment that all of the other students were at least a few years his lesser.  Even the teacher was only a couple years older than him.  He then noticed with pride that other than the teacher, he was the only one in the classroom with distinctive battle scars and still healing wounds.  As he took his seat, the teacher began to drone on about the proper ways to connect the wires.  JR listened less then intently until it was the time he had been waiting for, the end of class and the beginning of testing.

The teacher handed each of the students a piece of paper on which stated their test.  JR looked down at his paper and read:

Your task will be a maze in which you will have 30 minutes to hot wire the following to make your way out:

1. The alarm system
2. The Camera system
3. A door
4. The turbolift
5. The hangar door

Hmm, doesn't seem so hard JR thought to himself. 

Luckily he was the first up so he would be able to leave early.
He entered the maze and saw a door labled Control Room to his left.  Walking up he pushed a button, only to find it locked.  Remembering what the teacher had said he pulled out a screwdriver and took the paneling off.  Looking at the wires he quickly found which ones were connected to the lock and fixed the problem.  After that the rest was a breeze as he quickly rigged the alarm and cameras.  He checked his mental clock and knew he was ahead of schedule.  He then approached the first door which was just like the one for the control room.  However as he took the paneling off he was surprised to see that the wires were fried.  Using some replacement wiring and duct tape he fixed the problem and headed through the door.  Walking up to the turbo lift he saw that it too was fried.  Repeating the process he fixed the problem and headed down.  He then headed into the Hanger Control Area and quickly opened the hanger doors.

When the exited the teacher stopped his watch looked and said, "Impressive only took you 23 minutes."  Smiling JR thought one down, thirteen to go
 
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Senior Seargent JR
Raiders Squad
- Raider Squad -

TRP/SGT JR/3SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[LoR]

"Before you judge someone you should walk a mile in their shoes cuz then ur a mile away from them and you have their shoes."

Target Analysis
Comm. Tech Training

    The sergeant awoke to his droid beeping very loudly telling him that he needed to get up. He sat straight up and started to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Checking his schedule on his datapad he saw that he had and appointment to take a class on target analysis. Walking into the refresher staion he cleaned himself and grabbed his basic gear bag and headed off towards the training center. After about a 10 minute walk/jog throught the Corps base he came up and entered the training center.

    Walking into the building he headed for the turbolift and pressed a button for one of the sub-basement simulator rooms. Feeling a surge in his stomach the trooper hung on as the lift went screaming down to the level he needed and the door softly opened with a chime. Walking out FlyingKnight looked around and headed left towards the room that he needed to get to. Walking in he saw a Sergeant Major laying on the floor under a simulator. Walking up to the simulator quietly he stomped his footh then snapped to attention, "Sergeant Frank Carter reporting for training sir," Knight said hearing a thud as his instructor slammed his head ont he simulator in suprise of the new arrival.

    "Hey son, don't ever do that to me ever again," The sergeant major said in a heavy southern accent. The sergeant then slid out from under the sim and smiled holding out his hand, "I am Sergeant Major McKnight, but you can call me Sarge for the time being." McKnight said as he moved over to a table with two chairs and a holoprojector. "We are going to start out by taking a look at the different types of old republic and NR vehicles that you wil need to know to analyze and decide if they are a threat or not. I will also show you various amounts of civilian and Imperial vehicles that might become a threat. If you will sit down we can start with republic vehicles.

    The two sat down and with a touch of a few buttons by Sarge the lights dimmed and the projector came to life. After it powered up, pictures of the vehicles he needed to identify started flashing accross the holovid. After about an hour and a half at memorizing vehicles, the lights brightened and the projector powered down.

    Standing up sarge said, "Now that you know the vehicles lets get you into the simulator to test your skills." Moving over to a simulator he flicked a switch and it power up. "If you will enter we can get started." Jumping into the simulator, the door closed with hiss. Feeling a whooshing sensation the sim started its program.

    FlyingKnight found himself in a lush green environment standing in a mobile command base. Seeing that he was wearing a vehicle crewman's uniform he looked around. Finding a pair of macrobinoculars sitting next to a Major in stormtrooper clad armor. Looking up the major stated, "Good, your here to help out with the designation for the mech force we are about to deploy on the battlfield. I want you to use these macrobinoculars to designate targets and input them intot the command circuit to be transmitted onto the field for HUD friendly/enemy discrimination."

    Nodding Knight picked up the binoculars and took a look over the battlefront. Not seeing any enemy units yet he watched the friendly units walk or hover onto the field. Spotting something moving in the brush across the field, Knight switched to IR and saw heat from some type of exhaust and human type signatures he designated it possibly a target to be treated with caution. Just as he finished with that  one of the deployed E-Web emplacements started to fire at incoming hostiles heading over a ridge on the west side of the battlefield. Scanning over toward the enemies he designated an APC rolling onto the area ready to deploy troops. He watched as an imperial tank adjusted for speed and fired at the APC engulfing it in flames.

    Smiling at his success he targeted a republic tank tread into view with a group of marines using it for cover. Designating the tank for anti-tank rounds and the marines for anti-personnel rounds from a few of the various AT-AT/ST roaming the field. Two tanks opened up on the rebel tank as it exploded taking out a few of the marines. He then heard the blasts of cannons tear apart the rest of the marines that wear trying to regroup.

    Checking the area where Knight thought he saw an enemy vehicle, when the battle started, he spotted an imperial fall out of the brush. Instantly imputing that it was a friendly he also added that they needed fire support. Watching the area intently he saw an Imperial APC rush up to the brush and deploy about three squads of stormtroopers to help the friendlies.

    Feeling another whooshing sensation as the sim powered down and the door opened. "Good job on the last friendly fire support needed, otherwise you did a great job. You passed the course." Sarge said as he helped him out of the simulator and out the door.
 
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Sergeant
Frank "FlyingKnight" Carter
TRP-Raider Squad-
TRP/SGT FlyingKnight/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [ES1]
"To start press the any key, *Pause* where is the any key?"--Anonymous

OOC: Hooyah, now I'm a scout with HWS abilities. Given enough time, my skills will cover ALL specs. Muahahaha.

Wilderness Survival
Land Navigation
Advanced Map Reading
Nutrition/Rationing
Water Conservation
Oxygen Convervation
Scout Basic Combination Course

Location: [classified]
Time: 0820 hours


    "Nervous?" One of the training instructors yelled over the noise of the repulsor transport. To that Cyanus could not find a suitable answer. It'd been a week since he'd become a certified Heavy Weapons Specialist and applied for a transfer to the reconnaissance section. It suited his nature to go in alone and slowly but surely bring the enemy to their knees. With the Dark Side at his side, he was almost unstoppable.
    Finally, he replied carefully, 'In some ways.'
    The lieutenant laughed aloud and slapped the trooper on his backpack. 'You'll do all right.'
    Outside the flying transport the forest swept by in a blur. The screaming whistle of the air rushing by in response to the aircraft was almost unbearable. More than once Cyanus almost fell out of the aircraft were it not for his sturdy restraints. He checked the DH-17 blaster pistol that served as his sidearm. He never liked holdout blasters anyhow.
    "We're almost there. ETA thirty seconds!"
    Peering through his scout visors, he saw a clearing in the midst of the woods. "Hey," the officer tapped the knight on the shoulder and handed him a laminated map. "You'll need this."
    The dust of the ground swirled about in the air furiously as the craft slowly landed. Cyanus jumped off the vehicle relieved. The instructor, Lieutenant Wed Sona, nodded to the engineer, who activated the holographic briefing chart.
    "Your objective today is relatively simple: make your way through the forest to the mock Imperial outpost thirty klicks away. You'll have to survive the march, however, using only your supplies and anything you can scavenge. Good luck." Sona saluted and hopped back onto the repulsor craft. The rotating map disappeared and the dirt was kicked up as the transport lifted off and zoomed away. Cyanus opened his map and looked for the base, which was northwest of his position. He noted the rough terrain in the direct path. They do know how to make things difficult, he thought.
    Cyanus had two days' worth of rations and water. The methane-filled swamps made him glad that he'd brought his oxygen bottle, but he had only an hour's worth. He would have to avoid the swamps.
    There was another problem: the undergrowth was as thick as maggots on a corpse. Nevertheless, Cyanus estimated that he'd make it there within two days or less, if he conserved his supplies and marched forward into the woods.
    The would-be scout struggled through the shrubbery. His body glove was already partially cut because of the thorns that protruded from the more exotic trees. It wasn't the vegetation that concerned him, however; it was the wildlife.
   
    "How are they doing?" Asked the training instructor. He eyed the red dots that represented all of his scout trainees. One of them promptly disappeared off the screen and the officer coldly scratched out a name off the roster.
    He sighed. "There goes another one. Notify the disposal units for SC-3."

    Cyanus frowned behind his scout helmet; a wild wolf-beast stood in his path growling ferociously. This took precious time off of his schedule and he resolved to end the confrontation quickly. A shot to the head from his DH-17 neutralized the animal threat and he quickly cut out the meat from the carcass and placed them in a clear sack just in case. He jogged a bit through the foliage to make up time.
    Taking only a mouthful of water from his modified canteen and a single compressed grain bar, Cyanus sat down and looked around. Night was falling on the forested planet and he was tired from his trek. He'd dimmed the small fusion light in front of him as to alert as few of the natives and wildlife as possible. There were things out there scarier than himself, after all. The scout settled into a deep meditation.
   
    Using his recently scavenged walking stick, the Dark Jedi pushed carefully through dense underbrush and walked calmly to the edge of a small pond. He checked the location on his map and found that he was still far from the base. Suddenly, a twitch on the back of his mind put him into a defensive pose.
    There was something out there. Something big.
    A Dus'luks beast... Cyanus thought when he stared down the eyes of said creature. A massive creature encased in thick bony plate, with matching dagger-teeth, it was the dominant predator in the area. A small distance behind the creature was a small pit dug into the dirt, containing several small eggs. Obviously, the beast meant to defend its nest at all costs. He grinned evilly and focused on the eggs, reaching out to them.
    One of larger eggs, a pretty blue-green spotted one, flew out and flew over the small ridge to the Dus'luks' left. It shrieked and charged through the forest in an effort to catch its young. That was all the Dark Jedi needed; he was out of the area within minutes.
   
    Panting after running a long distance toward his base away from the Dus'luks, the scouttrooper pulled out his map again and sighted the base a small distance away. He adjusted his macrobinocular viewplates and spotted several others in scout garb trudging toward the massive Imperial garrison.
    The local army troopers welcomed him and pointed the scout toward the debriefing area where many disheveled and wounded men stared at him. Wed Sona soon stepped into the podium near the back of the room and motioned for the quietly chatting trainees to settle down. "How's everyone feeling?" he asked jokingly.
    Everyone remained calm and professional, despite the tired anger they felt welling inside them. The lieutenant continued:
    "We've all done well, as a whole. Scouts three and thirty-two were killed by wild beasts. Their mangled bodies will be recovered shortly. In lighter news, everyone has successfully passed this course.
    "I'd like to extend special congratulations to Scout thirty, Cyanus, and Scout four, Danalil. Cyanus has demonstrated a resourcefulness in the wild that I'd like to see in all of you. Danalil single-handedly took on a nest's worth of aggressive eagles and lived to tell about it. That's all for now, return to your stations. Dismissed!"
    The room saluted as one and filed neatly out of the room. Cyanus looked over his printed certification and tucked it into his chest pouch. Interesting, I wonder what they'll cook up now, he thought cynically.

 
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ASL/GSG Cyanus Cyanus/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE[BoA] [ES1][BC]
CM/DJK Cyanus/Krath/Lion 1-6/VEDJ/VE
Dark Jedi Knight
"...I think I'll kill you later." - Cyanus
Assistant Squad Leader: - Raider Squad -

Congratulations FK! You've earned yourself an upgrade to another specialty. Good work on your specialty stories. As a reward for your hard work (as is the agreed policy on specialties) You are hereby promoted to the rank of Senior Sergeant! Good work! Catch me on IRC, and we'll upgrade your specialty.
 
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Captain Rizzit
Wildcard Platoon Commander
Army of the Vast Empire
PC/CPT Rizzit/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[OPE][OTH][EW1][RCoD][CRoM][CoH][OPA][SoA][SoS][SCP]
Everything expressed truly from your heart and soul is as pure as gold in the minds of anyone who listens!"--Rizzit

Advanced Computer operation
Slicer Training

    Finally FlyingKnight's communication technician training was finished, and with that he was appointed to senior sergeant. Also with that he chose the M.O.S. of Slicer and was on his way to the special slicer training facility on the Vast Empire planet Tadath.

    Using his T-77 airspeeder, give to him by Fury for his birthday, to get there he was only allowed the direction and then would be provided the coordinates once enroute to the secretive facility. A beep sounded as he looked down to see coordinates flash on the screen. Maneuvering the speeder he programmed it to the coordinates and set the airspeeder on autopilot.

    Being told before hand by an anonymous email he was instructed only to wear normal non-military clothes and bring nothing else. Wondering what he was going to find at the secret facility Knight sat up as the speeder neared toward an innocent looking civilian house in the middle of nowhere sitting on the shore line of a small lake.

    Landing outside of the building he jumped out and closed the speeder with a quiet hiss as it sealed itself. Walking up to the house's front door the sergeant reached for the doorbell and pushed it. He could hear a muffled chime as the doorbell alerted the people inside. Waiting there for a few seconds the door started to open quietly.

    "Who are you?" what seemed to be a childs voice called out from the inside the darkened house.
    "Hello, ah I am Senior Sergeant Frank Carter I was told to meet at these coordinates. Knight paused for a second, "Who are you?" He responded.
    "Come in and sit down someone wll be with you in a little bit." The voice said as the lights powered on revealing what looked to be the normal interior of a house.

    FlyingKnight walked in and sat in a very comfortable black leather loveseat. Just as soon as he sat down the room began to shake. Knight looked out the window he saw the ground rise and go above the window.

    Knowing obviously that either the room was sinking into an underground base or there was an earthquake and the house was sinking underground. Thinking more towards his first idea the shaking stopped and a door towards the back of the room opened.

    Knight turned his body over toward the door and then stood up to greet hopefully, his instructors. Walking through the doorway three men shook FK's hand and sat in a couch across from Knight's seat and each set a metal on the small table in front of him. Setting a pack down next to his seat also was another man who then walked out of the room. Opening their suitcases the man sitting in the middle smiled.

    "Welcome to the Stormtrooper Corps. slicer headquarters. I am the head slicer Nathaniel Jackson, these men sitting next to me are my top Lieutenents, Travis Wayne & Zach Maquis. Since you are now an official slicer you will have to build and program your own slicing laptop. You have 2 choices of the type of casing you will have on your tool that will tell other slicers what you specialize in. The first casing will be,"

    Nathaniel nodded to Travis, sitting on his right opened his suitcase to reveal a normal size laptop. "This is the programming and behind the lines slower more thougrough means of slicing." Nathaniel said as Zach opened his suitcase to reveal a smaller size laptop. "This is the slicertool that is used by combat slicers who need more room for other gear and concealment in some cases. For both models they are basically the same except the combat computer has cables and built in compartments for slicing spikes and other tools that can be easily accessed. It's your choice, and when you have chosen take our provided data drive on a workbench in the other room next to this one and insert the drive program the laptop to your personal likings. When you have finished come back here and we will have someother things to give you and to talk about." Nathaniel said sitting back in the couch waiting for a response fromt eh learning slicer.

    Thinking about which to choose FlyingKnight decided on the smaller combat slicertool. "I am going to be a combat slicer." he said looking eagerly at the smaller computer.
    "Great, now just install the data drive and choose the preferences you want the tool to be set for and then you will be done with your first slicer training session." Nathaniel said picking up the tool and handing it to Knight.

    Standing up he opened the laptop screen to see it was clean and a new computer smell wafted into his senses. Walking out of the room he came to another room to find a small concerte walled and had a workbench with a light turned on. Walking toward the work area he examined it closely to find the datadrive, and some various tools used for working on smaller electronics.

    Picking up the drive Knight sat down and started to take off the compartment where the drive would be stored. Opening up the slot he carefully slid in the drive and screwed the small metal screws back into the small device.

    Seeing that it was done properly he opened a small cover that protected a panel on the side of the laptop. Pusing the power button he heard the computer's parts humm to life. The small plasma screen light up and he saw it run in DOS mode.

    Typing in a few commands he got the main desktop menu setup so to have quick access to many of his programs and viruses. Closing it he put it into standby mode and walked back into the room with his three mentors inside. Sitting down Nathaniel motioned his hand to the bag that was empty before.

    "We have had your personal basic slicing tools put in your bag. You can look at them later. For later training lessons you will meet here and next time I will show you around the complex and you will also meet my son who might even be your teacher in the future. Now since your first training lesson has been finished we will let you to yourself and this room will return back to the surface. See you next time." Nathaniel and his lieutenants nodded and walked out of the room.

    Knight nodded back and watched the men walk out of the room and close the door behind them. Picking up the black duffel he opened it and looked inside. There was a new datapad, computer spikes, an algorithm cracker, electronic tool kit, droid tool kit, computer kit, basic tools kit and his own customizeable infiltration kit with a code/ID forgery unit.

    Cool some more gear to putz around with. Closing the bag he smiled and felt the room start to raise toward the surface. About a minute later the room stopped and grew quiet. Standing up Knight walked out of the house and hopped into his speeder. Powering it up Knight hit the throttle and zoomed back to the barracks.
 
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Senior Sergeant
Frank "FlyingKnight" Carter
Combat Slicer
TRP-Raider Squad-
TRP/SSG FlyingKnight/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [ES1]
"To start press the any key, *Pause* where is the any key?"--Anonymous

edit it first before putting it up, and make it longer, please.
 
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The Comnet Hermit
-Raider Squad-
TRP/SSG Sniping101/CrazyRAIDERS/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA]
"A spanking new Athlon reduced to a Gameboy Emulator"- Gabe from Penny Arcade.
"As long as their is Space, Im going to stare off into it"-Garfield
I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout. When I see an ARC all short and stout, BOOM! I kiss him and love him all the night out! - Modified by Me, original by -anonymous

like six months ago
 
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The Comnet Hermit
-Raider Squad-
TRP/SSG Sniping101/CrazyRAIDERS/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA]
"A spanking new Athlon reduced to a Gameboy Emulator"- Gabe from Penny Arcade.
"As long as their is Space, Im going to stare off into it"-Garfield
I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout. When I see an ARC all short and stout, BOOM! I kiss him and love him all the night out! - Modified by Me, original by -anonymous

and im thinkin antoher 6 months before i put another one up, cuz i need my tracking sheet again.  . .
 
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The Comnet Hermit
-Raider Squad-
TRP/SSG Sniping101/CrazyRAIDERS/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA]
"A spanking new Athlon reduced to a Gameboy Emulator"- Gabe from Penny Arcade.
"As long as their is Space, Im going to stare off into it"-Garfield
I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout. When I see an ARC all short and stout, BOOM! I kiss him and love him all the night out! - Modified by Me, original by -anonymous

Mine and Countermine Operations
Basic Wiring Sabotage
Field Fortifacations
Bridging and Rigging
Target Assement

thats what i've done Rizzy, i already did Field Fortifacations, and thanks, however your ruining my plans systematicaly ( :P )

 
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The Comnet Hermit
-Raider Squad-
TRP/SSG Sniping101/CrazyRAIDERS/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA]
"A spanking new Athlon reduced to a Gameboy Emulator"- Gabe from Penny Arcade.
"As long as their is Space, Im going to stare off into it"-Garfield
I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout. When I see an ARC all short and stout, BOOM! I kiss him and love him all the night out! - Modified by Me, original by -anonymous