what do you mean? And i probably dont know th answer to that anyway. Oh yeah and Jak is there anything else I should know about wrting a spec story?
 
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Private First Class Zar Mulix
TRP/PFC Zar Mulix/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE [LoR]

"When the big man jumps, the world shakes in terror"- Zar Mulix
"Experience does not exist, nor does it have value, for it is just a word used to describe our past errors."

Sharpshooter Training
Assignment One

While Training at the Academy, Tony notices that his instructor is carrying an assignment folder. Tony looks through the sims sniper rifle scope and shoots a Rebel Officer right in between the eyes. He pauses it and looks over at his instructor.

His Instructor says, "this is your first assignment on training. It deals with the simulator. Read it thoroughly once or twice before starting the assignment."

Tony goes over to the sim restarts it and enters ASSIGNMENT 1. The sim accepts and starts up the level. Tony starts out near a Laat Gunship, that has been shot down. He sees 3 squads of Rebels that splitted up that went North, East, and West. He then sees a ramp that covers the grounds that the squads just went. It has well enoughcover that I can see them and they can't see him. He goes up the ramp and goes to the North. He then pulls out his sniper rifle and lines it up and attaches the Silencer attachment. He Lines up again and fires at one of the trooper's chest. The Trooper falls over dead. No one notices. He fires at another trooper but it wasn't a trooper it was the Rebel Squad Leader. He fires at the others. The others fall over dead with a bullet in each other's chest.

He walks over to the Western Squad and looks at them with a smile on his face and Says, " This is too easy, whoa wait a minute. If this is too easy that means that the next squad is either better or is ready for me."

He lines up, looks through the scope, sets it for rapid sniping and rapidly snipes every one in the heart. He goes over to the Eastern Squad to see that they have turrets that are that Detect Enemy Motion. He lines up and hopes he lives throught this mission. He Lines-up and fires rapidly. The squad was hit in both heart and shoulder twice. When the Squad Leader died, the turrets self destructed. He went over to the Far North part of the Area and saw 30 Rebel Companies. He looked in his scope and thought  i should get some heavier weapons like his Anti-Armor Sniper attachment with Silencer. He lined up fire 10 times and all 30 companies fell to the floor dead like a doorknob. He walks down to see what was left and found 30 snipers and A senator untouched by the explosions. He got up the Ramp loaded his Sniper Rifle. He sniped the 30 snipers right between the eyes and The Senator was shot right in between the eyes also. He advanced until he saw 50 Heavy Rebel Soldiers locked and Loaded. So he threw out 3 grenades that looked like holo-emmiters. He then sniped all 50 with 5 bullets because they all lined up in 5 rows of 10. He advanced until another 50 soldiers and a Rebel Officer. He loads and throws 6 grenades and gets out the Anti- Armor Sniper attachment with Silencer. He fires four and they are all dead when he looks. He looks at his objectives and says all but one, to assasinate A General. He finds the Balcony and looks down to find the General training. Tony waits for the session to be over and then snipes the General in between the eyes. He returns to A gunship that has orders to pick him up and return to the academy. Then the screen says assignment 1 completed. He Looks over to see Squad Leader MaraJade telling him he did a good job and will go back to his quarters to await further instructions.

I've saved this story onto my hard drive. In the future, if you still want Sharpshooter, we'll take it out. In the meantime, come see me for specialty selection. Sharpshooter is not an acceptable field to start out in. I apologize for this, seeing as how this wouldn't of happened had I not been on leave. I'll try and correct this matter with you, and again: I apologize for the mishap!

--Rizz
 
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Darkness is one way to Life and the Light leads to death and that is why i am Dark and Immortal!!!!!!!!!
HaHaHa!!!!
Surrender to the Darkness you are weak to resist and Strong to Bask in the dark energy!!!! HaHaHa!!!

Heavy Weapons Specialist
Level 1: Part 1

Revan was on his way to the Academy to start his training to become a Heavy Weapons Specialist with his backpack full of Electronics and wiring kit, small tool kit, weapons diagnostic interface datapad, weapons repair kit. He goes up to the Receptionist and tells her that, " I'm here for my training." She replies with " Your Name and Rank?" He said to her, " Name Tony Kerea, Callsign Revan, Rank Private First Class." She sends him down the Northern Corridor and to the right and the third door on the left, Room Number 308, Heavy Weapons Spec Training. He Entered the room and looked around and saw the Sim, equipment lying around that is used in the Sim and out in the field, and an Elderly Old Man who looked to be in his 60's.

He asked the man about the room and who is he? The man replied, " I am your instructor that has train over 50 men in my days." Revan told the man, " What am I going to do today in the Sim?" The Instructor told him that he is going to do Fire Support for his squad. The Instructor was saying, "Your equipment is....." When Revan told him that he had his equipment. Then the Instructor told him that his weapons were going to be a selection of 2 Heavy  Blaster Rifles, 2 Pistols, 2 types of Grenades, and 2 Vibroblades/ Melee weapons of Revan's choosing.

Revan chose the E-11/H Heavy Blaster Rifle and the  T-27A2 BlackJack Riot Supression Rifle for the Blaster Rifles. Next, The  WW-41 CryoBan Grenade and the Mk 1 Fragmentation Grenade for the Grenades.  Then, the 2 Enforcer Heavy Slugthrower Pistols for the Pistols. Finally, the Melee Weapons, the Treppus-2 Vibroblade and the  Controller Force Pike. He had equip them to the holsters of his Stormtrooper Armor. He then enterered the sim platform and put on the Sim Visor that was attached to his Helmet.

THe Instructor then told him his objectives, "First, rally the allied forces to go to the defensive barriers to provide cover to defend against an Rebel Regiment. Then, Provide Cover fire to get the Forces inside the base to assemble and come out sweep the remain Rebel Forces away. Before doing the Second Objective raise the alarm so the forces inside will assemble and be alert of the Rebels invading. Then, tell some of the Troops to throw grenades along with you and the rest of the troops providing Fire Support. Once, you drive the enemy back so long the main forces will come out to defeat the invasion. Okay there's your assignment now go at it"

Revan entered the Sim. He looked around and saw enough men to suppress the enemy back enough. He told the men to get to the barriers and throw some grenades until they closed in enough to shoot there rifles and pistols. The men assembled and were waiting for the Rebels to come. Revan told 3 men to wait for his signal (which was a whistle) to press the alarm to alert the men inside the Base. Revan told 50 men out of the 500 men on guard duty to keep throwing grenades at the enemy while the rest keep on firing their blaster rifles. Then, he, himself sets up his line of Fire and grenades. The Scouts told Revan that the Rebels were within 10 Kilometers of the Base. The men readied their grenades, the Scouts went into the base to ready for the alarm to be set off. Revan saw the Rebels move in and the distance from the Rebels to the Base was a Half of a Kilometer away.

The men were ready and then out of no where a beam of red from an Xwing hit with in 5 meters of the men. Then the Xwing was shot down a kilometer from  the backside of the Base by Anti-Air Turrets that were not in the front of base because of random attacks by Rebels. Revan then saw the First few men of the Rebels and told the men to fire the grenades. Revan threw his 2 types grenades. He threw 5 out of 10 grenades for each type. He saved them for the Middle/End of the Battle. He ten told the men to get out the Rifles. Then, told the specific 50 men to keep on throwing when you see them within 100 meters.

Revan pulled out the T-27A2 BlackJack Riot Supression Rifle to stop them dead in there tracks he fired the grenade launcher that was on the rifle 4 times and reloading it 3 times. He then Fired the 100 bullets that took down 100 men by chest shots that went through the armor of the Rebels. He then reloaded the clip 4 times, before pulling out his Heavy E-11 Blaster rifle. He shot down another 100 and 20 guys before giving the signal. He whistled, the 3 men hit the 3 alarms. the 4 scouts went around waking up the officers and the main troops rooms. the Main forces were being assembled. While Revan and the men were going against another regiment and 500 men from the first regiment. The Main forces were ready with their rifles. Revan whistled again and the 3 men told the main forces to come out. The main forces were a total 10 Regiments, 3 Companies, and 5 Battalions and including the 50 officers. They came out shooting and sweeped the 100 men from the first Rebel Regiment and the other half of the Second Regiment. the Main Forces went on to the 5 Rebel Bases and conquered the 5 Rebel Bases that were holding the men that attacked us. Revan was pulled out and was congradulated for his time in the Sim and completing every last detail of the Objectives. The Instructor told him to go home and relax until the next Simulation.

Please Reply if needed any editing in this or comments about it.

Comments: Allright, well it has promise. You can move on to your next story!
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TRP/PFC Revan666/1RGT/1BAT/1PLT/3SQD/Tadath/VEA/VE[LoR]

"My kills are my life and to attack the enemy from every which way. The enemy's reinforcements and main forces run in fear." Revan 666

i was posting and chatting and starting my spec with Rizzit that must say that i have done something instead of "finally done something" Jak (not to insult you Jak)
 
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TRP/PFC Revan666/1RGT/1BAT/1PLT/3SQD/Tadath/VEA/VE[LoR]

"My kills are my life and to attack the enemy from every which way. The enemy's reinforcements and main forces run in fear." Revan 666

Combat Engineer-L1,S2
Electrical Systems

    The cool air rushed rapidly through Jakireth's hair, and the fading light from the above star seemed to distract him, straying away from the task at hand. Night was falling, and the intense light was being replaced by the eternal blackness of night.
    Jakireth looked around and caught a glance of the training building before it was lost behind a tram barrier. For some reason beyond his comprehension, the second phase of his electronics training was taking place outdoors, a good forty kilometers away from the newly-built training center. He sighed, perhaps this meant his demolitions work would be done inside a cardboard box. A short laugh escaped his lungs, it was apparent that humor was never a big part of his day. This was soon reinforced by his immediate boredom as the tram sped away from the next station.
   
After what seemed like forever, the vehicle came to a much slower speed, eventually bringing itself to a full stop. Again, Jakireth scanned the surrounding areas. The tram had brought him to an outdoors battle simulator, obviously taking place at night. Wonderful, Jakireth thought, they'll have me repairing electrical equipment half-blind. Now that really takes some skill.
After a long series of noises caused by hydraulic clamps and docks, the tram's hatch slid open. It revealed a moderate sized room containing two large blast doors, eight lockers against the left wall, and two other soldiers amidst the equipment. One of the soldiers, the taller one, spoke up:

"I thought someone else would be joining us tonight, you might want to put your things in the assigned locker and equip your gear.""

Jakireth looked back, smiling slightly, "I'll be sure to do that. Any idea they have us out here tonight?" He shot a look at the blast doors.

"Who knows... It's supposed to be part of this new program the Empire is designing for Stormtroopers. Making the training environment more realistic or something..."

"At least we wont have that sun burning down on us, its been way too hot lately. Not to mention, I've become accustomed to the darkness of night..."" Jakireth replied slowly, nostalgia of his past career weighing his words.
The soldier nodded, and Jakireth made his way to a locker. Inside he found an electronics kit, two ration packs and a stealth-suit. It seemed they were shedding themselves of the Stormtrooper armor for tonight.

    As the blast doors opened, everyone took a moment to appreciate the climate. The air outside was remarkably cool, and the blazing humidity from the day had fortunately disappeared with the sun. As they stepped out onto the rocky gravel laying a path to the simulation field, Jakireth's expression changed. He was no longer here to enjoy the chilly embrace of night, but rather to complete this course professionally, and to the best of his ability.
    When the path came to an end, the three soldiers were standing in front of a wire durasteel gate. The three exchanged glances and were greeted by a friendly voice emitting from a speaker placed above the entrance. It was clear and concise, giving only the most important information:
"Combat Engineer training session two, Electrical Systems. Your mission is to effectively repair and operate the damaged Imperial gun turrets, eliminating Rebel forces firing upon you. This is a LIVE FIRE exercise! All rounds are capable of injuring you. This has been arranged to correctly prepare you for missions on the battlefield. Good luck.""
The wire gate slid open slowly, almost trying to create a menacing feel to the start of the simulation. Upon their first steps into the field, it was apparent that this was not going to be easy. More importantly&it was going to be a long night&

    "Training session beginning in three..."" the speaker announced the countdown loudly, and all three soldiers were waiting, "two..."" they all exchanged glances of approval before the last number was stated and... "one!""
    Immediately, every soldier broke in a different direction, attempting to scan the field for the disabled turrets needing repair. Jakireth knelt down behind a steel barrier in close contact with a tree, trying to peek around the corner without being noticed. As he did, 12 rounds flew past his head and he darted back to the safety of the barrier. He swore under his breath and began searching through his electronics kit, looking for anything of use. Luck wasn't with him that night though, everything in the kit was needed to repair those turrets, and there was only one thing he could do.
    Jakireth (with much difficulty over the the subsonic whisper of rounds escaping their respective barrels) removed one of his ration packs from the pouch on his suit, tossing it high into the air on the right side of the barrier. Not even two seconds after it was thrown, the pack was ripped to shreads from the simulator fire, and Jakireth was on his way to the next area his saw that might provide cover.
    To his dismay however, the pack contained four chocolate chip cookies...his favorite. Only me& he thought.
   
Jakireth's reminiscence of childhood thoughts were soon interrupted by the next series of rounds, and he spotted one of the damaged turrets about thirty yards away. His adrenaline kicked into overdrive, and he took off in the turrets direction. Sprinting was never so difficult: running distances with simulated Rebels firing at your tail...

As he ran through the wooded area, small arms fire following his every move, Jakireth spotted the smaller of the other two soldiers, it seemed he was still in search of a turret. Jakireth ignored him and focused on the task at hand. A rather large task to say the least. As he jumped over a barrier surrounding the turret, he was finally able to see the problem with the Imperial devices...
   
    It was obvious that the Imperials that designed the program were working towards getting more soldiers to be innovative. The basic systems that would normally power the turret were fried, and the kits supplied to them weren't compiled to repair the systems in a normal way. Jakireth sighed and removed a plasma cutter from his kit. He then proceeded to carefully rid the turret of the twisted and contorted metal that was blocking the way to the power conduits.
    After removing the last piece of durasteel, the plasma tool gave a hiss as it was shut off, replaced by a large set of pliers. Jakireth was finally able to start removing the useless power circuits from the turrets internal systems, and he did so with steady hands. If he made one wrong move in this situation, the entire conduit could explode in his face, and that would definitely ruin the day.
    Jakireth continued to split a variety of wires, all of which were connected to the turrets main power in some way. He then clamped two split wires together, one running from the underground power core, the other relayed to the weapons systems. Each wire was at least 5 inches in diameter, so they were easily grasped in his hands. The downside to the size of the wires however, was the energy potentially surging through them. Fortunately, until the main connection was put together, the power was purely kinetic.
   
    When the two wires were properly prepared to be bonded, Jakireth removed an electronics clamp and attached it, holding them in place. Next, he removed the Imperial version of electrical tape from his kit, thoroughly wrapping it around the large wires. Once the tape was fitted around them, it almost seemed to meld and create a permanent connection.
    The turret sprang to life; sparks flying in nearly every direction&including the area Jakireth was standing. He darted away, almost being singed by the embers released from the turret.
   
His main objective was completed, and all he really had to do was sit and wait for the others to do so as well. Jakireth sat down behind the turret, live rounds still flying in its direction. To past the time though, he removed his last ration pack and sat eating until the two soldiers had fixed their respective turrets as well.
After he had polished off the food provided for him, a voice sprang from the speaker near the gate. It was hard to hear due to the distance between them, but Jakireth made the words out well enough:

"This simulation is now ending. All objectives were completed successfully, congratulations.""

Jakireth stood up, still a little paranoid of the rounds that might be coming in his direction. Fortunately this wasn't the case, and he was able to make it back to the equipment room in one piece.

Comments: Allright very good. Nice touch by having the story take place while you're under fire. Good work!
 
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Lance Corporal Jakireth
- Raider Squad -
Fire Team Leader
Army of the Vast Empire

"Faithful to the end..." Raiders squad motto

Level 4: material manipulation
You will learn how to use all the materials around you as efficiently as possible. This will improve your construction/fortification skills.
Skills earned:
    -weld metals
    -shape most materials
Story 1: Materials Science

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Hellra lazily tracked her finger across the datapad, her eyes barely following the slow movement. Her head was nestled in the crook of a large branch, in a large tree miles away from the academy.

Hellra sighed and gazed around her. It was a wind-still night with the atmosphere static and thick, a sure sign of a approaching storm. She unconsciously formed pictures of the grey-clouded sky, beams of the crescent moon could barely slip through the tight-knitted cloud formations, casting small whimpering shadows of the objects gracing the vast lands.

"Damn Specs, good grief, its irritating" she mumbled to herself as she nestled her neck back in the crook of the branch. The datapad glowed a faint blue and white light, illuminating her face. Her usual mischievous eyes were frowned displaying unusual maturity and seriousness.

She was studying the science of materials, but in reality she didn't have a clue what it was about. There were thousands of types of materials. And they were covering only the important ones.

"Ok, so sand and ground is good for scrubbing hardened food and blood from stuff, and durasteel is good for building...bluddy useless crap of information," grumbled Hellra as she shifted her weight to be more comfortable on the rough texture of the tree.

She has noticed one important factor in her time at the academy though. Most lessons and army related objects could be divided in two categories: Natural and Artificial.
She quickly jammed her datapad in her slung bag before she proceeded to her speeder.

Next day

Groggily Hellra walked down the corridors to her class. Her usually messy hair was even messier then usual as she barely had time to comb her hair properly. She broke her alarm for a third time this month. Her stomach was hollering at her for skipping breakfast when she hasn't even had dinner.
If her classroom had a swinging door she would have slammed it open, but she impatiently had to wait her time as it hissed open in a painfully slow manner.
"You are lat---" started Giant in his usual robust voice.
"No need to spell it out, I can read time" she snapped angrily. For the first time in a long time Hellra let her temper get hold of her. 

She stomped off to her usual desk even ignoring Den's greeting on her way.
Giant didn't say anything but continued his lesson and increasing the intensity of boredom in the class. For the first time Hellra didn't even try to listen what her lecturer was droning on about. She just wanted to get out of this hellhole they called the Academy. She wanted to get out of the white armour she was forced to wear.  She wanted to get rid of her Stormtrooper insignia on her clothes. She was sick of this place.

She wanted to go into space and just be the free bird she was before she joined the Vast Empire. Now she was a Raider, once a Lancer, a stormtrooper trapped in some silly armour doing some silly Specialties classes and tests.

With a sudden shock she realised what she was thinking and pushed her anger back. Guiltily she glanced at her lecturer, she might as well make the most of this.
For a while she hasn't been thinking of this. But her time was drawing to an end in the Vast Empire; it depended on what will happen.

She just hoped for her own sake she would survive the guilt because she didn't intend to make friends. Hellra shook her head clear of these very disturbing thoughts and tried to concentrate with a greater determination.


"NOW, only certain material is only used for certain purposes, for example durasteel is one of the most common used metal to build buildings with," rumbled Giant.
Hellra sighed in boredom. She really wanted to get this over and done with. She could feel tiredness creeping up on her.

"Your test today will be theory, if you have studied and listened as you should have, this won't be difficult at all then, reorder the type of materials displayed on your test in the correct groups and give an example of where it can be used on what. Your test begins now!"

Hellra sighed again and looked at her test.

1.Place materials under the correct groups and tables.

Hellra stared at all the materials she had to place&


Wood
Durasteel
Rubber
Plastic
Sand
Bone
Glass
Steel
Copper
Aluminium
Concrete&.

The list seemed forever to Hellra, and her impatience was thin, but started filling out the answers out anyway. She quickly drew up an table in which she grouped and listed the materials.


Metals   
-Durasteel                                                 
-Steel                                                                           
-Copper
-Aluminium

Ceramics
-Glass

Polymers
-Rubber
-Plastic


Biomaterials
-Wood
Bone


Composites
        Concrete

Hellra sat up; she stretched herself and continued with more intensity then ever.

Question2. Define 4 materials named in the above question and what they can be used for

Hellra stared dumbfounded at the question. She really didn't understand the logic of asking such easy question. But then again everything always happened the exact opposite of what she thinks.

Wood : Most commonly material, used for making rough and primitive bridges.
      Durasteel: Used to enforce buildings
    Sand: Good use for blinding enemy, cleaning, and providing as obstacles to a
              floods, or enemies.
      Copper: a good conductor for electricity and heat. Could be used in forts if light
                    is needed. Also to be used in electronical devices and objects
    Aluminium : A light type of metal, usually used for fast vehicles, if needed
                          to build a quick fortification it is easy to carry and use since it
                          weighs so light.


The list of questions most similar to the first one continued, Hellra rubbed her eyes tiredly, on the verge of falling asleep. Her almost electric blue eyes drooped as she folded her arms to form a pillow for her head. She was at least finished with this part of the specs, or she hoped she was.

"Next up, the practical exam!" shouted Giant, although there was no need to shout.

A few minutes later  feet shuffled in the classroom as chairs scraped against the floor, a clear indication that the exam was finally over. Hellra trudged on her way out sleepily. But froze in her tracks as Gaint called her.
"Hellra a moment" coughed Giant.
Hellra stayed behind ignoring Den's curious glances, not really caring what Giant would say.

She felt the weight of a large hand settling on her shoulder.
She looked up to find her self-staring in the steel grey eyes of Giant. Her reflection glistened coldly back to her.

"I don't want you ever to throw an attitude, don't blow things for your self" said Giant in a unusual eerie voice. Hellra's eyes widened slightly. Before she could protest she found being herself pushed out of the classroom in the direction leading to the outsides of the academy.

Hellra shrugged it off, her previous fury, temper and frustrations also gone, though it still didn't lift her mood. She noticed the winds rippling through the uncut grass, and trees leaning with the wind, leaves twirling from the branches to the ground.

She stopped abruptly; the only reason she stopped was because the people in front of her stopped. She stretched her neck trying to see what was going on if front of them.
She noticed that Giant was standing between small heaps of what like to her rubbish and several beams made of different materials.

"I want each of you to take a pile, and start sorting the objects out. Quality beams on the left, rubbish on the right. I offered the army some help today with this, since they are preparing some stocks for future fortifications." said Gaint, he gazed around for a few seconds.
"Well, GET TO IT PEOPLE!" he shouted angrily. It was a good idea to follow his order because if looks could kill they would all be sitting on the other line of life.
Helrs trudged to the pile nearest to her and started sorting it out. The first beam she picked up was made from wood, and was definitely going to the rubbish pile, huge chunkc of wood just seemed to vanish creating large black holes in the beam. It was clearly to long in the water.

The next beam she picked up was a plain steel bea, covered with almost bronze-coloured like spots. Pieces of rusts seemed to peel of the sides. She shook her head dragging it towards the rubbish; clearly it was also to long in the water as it has started rusting.

Hellra shovelled her hand deep in the pile just grabbing at something in randomness. Her hand closed around a first full of copper wires. The type used for electronical wiring. She inspected each individually. Some of them could still be used, others not. The danger with rusted metal was, if you cut your self open it could cause some serious infection, and it would be a bad investment for the buildings it would be used on. Stable building required quality materials, and not some rusted beams.

She picked up another beam made of wood, clearly of good quality. But was it the right type of wood to use on fortification? She inspected it closer. Most wood that was dark was heavy weighted while the lighter coloured beams were light. Making it easy to carry.

She dug her hands back to the pile, she felt her hand closing around something soft and elasctic...rubber. She bought it up to inspect closer. It was defitly going to the rubbish pile. Once rubber started tearing it was useless because it won't stop tearing.

Hellra continued sorting through the pile a bit more before she could finish. She quick;y rid the area of her presence by returning to her barracks. Hellra grumbled as she passed the kitchens and sniffing the wonderful food scents that emitted from it. Two hours till lunch. 


NOTE: Sorry for all the edits, i really have to read it through CAREFULLY next time. I have reread this spoec about twenty times now.

Comments: Very good work, this isn't the easiest topic to work with though. See me on IRC though, there is a couple notes I'd rather pass on in person.

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    TRP/LCPL Hellra/2SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA[LoR][ES2C]

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Combat Engineer

Level 1: Story 1: Basic Electronics/Wiring

A blinding light dominated Marka's vision as he opened his eyes. The lights were off, though the sun shone through the windows, illuminating the room. A quick glance at his clock showed that it was 09:00, two hours before he had to be at training. It was his basic electronics and wiring course today, something that, despite seeming relatively boring, could prove to be very useful. "Hell, it could even save my life one day" Marka thought to himself. So, with that, the newly appointed Fire Team Captain rolled himself out of bed, his feet feeling the warmth the sun had left on the floor. Lately, he had made it a habit to start his day with a solid seventy-five push-ups. It kept his body in shape and made him feel better, providing a better attitude to each day and its trials. Today would be no exception, especially when the tedious workings of wiring had to be conquered.

Ten minutes, seventy-five push-ups and a nice hot shower later, Marka found himself bored. Training wasn't for a while yet, and there was very little to do, so he figured he would go for a walk, to take in the surroundings of this place he now knew as 'home'. So off he went, his C3POD softly playing into his ear.

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After a considerable walk Marka decided to head on over to training, even though he would be extremely early. He had done enough sight-seeing to know that it wouldn't vary much if he kept going and it seemed that more and more people were filling the halls. Every corner turned revealed a new face. It was really starting to get crowded. "Ok, way too many people, need to get to training now" Marka thought, his pace increasing considerably.
  A few more corners and the eager trooper found himself looking down at the female receptionist. She was a professional looking woman, her brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Glasses with an almost invisible frame graced her face.

"Can I help you?" she asked happily.

"You may be able to; I am here for training, although I am pretty early." replied Marka, "Is there any way I can start my training now?"

"Ah, you must be Marka; your instructor said you might be early. He has prepared something rather special for you. Down the hall, third door on your left. Have fun" the receptionist said, a look of mischief coming across her face.

Upon reaching the training door, Marka began to wonder just what he had in store for him. It couldn't be anything life threatening, it was only training. He slowly knocked on the door, and was quickly greeted by a short, bald man with a moustache. It took effort to suppress the laugh that had found its way to the young stormtroopers lips. A grin came across the instructors face.

"Ah good, you're here. So...are you ready?" the funny little man asked, looking rather excited.

"Yes, I am" responded the young Raider.

The instructor turned, and walked back through the doorway, Marka following closely. The room they entered was rather large for a training room. It was relatively lifeless, the walls an almost blinding white and three desks of a cold grey metal lined the far wall. There seemed to be a gap in the wall leading from the ground to near the ceiling behind each desk. "That's interesting" Marka thought. On the desks were datapads, one for each table.

"Ok, pick a table, any table, find the problem, fix it, and move on to the next table. Understand?" the instructor asked. He seemed impatient, like he wanted to get to the training part.

"Yeah" replied Marka, accompanied by a quick nod.

"Good...you have two hours. Good luck"

The door shut, leaving Marka alone with three desks, three datapads and two hours to figure out what the twist was. Time was ticking away, so he chose the leftmost desk. The datapad upon it was on, he could tell from the very faint humming sound, but the screen was dull and inactive. Obviously, he needed to get the screen working again, so he reached for his tools. After doing some heavy fiddling, he managed to find what he thought were the correct wires. He managed to get something working, though it wasn't the screen, it was the desk. It had moved up the wall about a metre.

"Yeah, ok now that is just plain wrong" Marka grumbled hastily, observing the two wires he had put together, "must be what he was grinning about..."

After careful work, the student managed to fix the screen to the datapad, moving on to the next desk. This datapad had a section of wiring completely mixed up at the back. This worried Marka, afraid of the repercussions of his mistakes. This one was much more difficult to tackle than the previous one. All different wires had to be switched into the exact places, or the table would shoot a metre upwards. "Red one in there......blue one there" Marka began to mutter. Suddenly, the table shot up, his hand still holding a thin green wire. This spastic jerk upwards forced two wires out of place, creating a three metre gap between the desk and the ground.

"Oh come on, you can't be serious!" Marka yelled in frustration. He was dangling from the table, looking particularly foolish. With great effort he pulled himself on top of the desk, squatting over the datapad. Replacing the loose wires and switching the mixed ones, the datapad activated, a message coming across the screen saying, "COMPLETE!" Despite completing the second task, the table did not descend. It stayed put, completely inactive. Annoyed, Marka leapt from the table, rolling towards the third and final datapad. This one read, "Mistakes...don't make any! This desk can be fixed." he stopped, wondering what that meant.

"Half an hour left, get a move on soldier!" commanded the instructor from an unseen place.

The now angry trooper followed some wires to the underside of the table. There hung three of them: green, blue and red. At that instant, a beeping sound came from the datapad on top. He observed the new message which read, "Cut a wire, any wire, but before you do listen to me carefully; if you cut green, we shall be mean. If you cut blue, we will all blame you. If you pick red, you will end up dead. Now pick!" It was a trick...of some sort. Sweat trickled from every pore on Marka's body, making him extremely uncomfortable. He went back to the three wires. He knew one of them had to be cut, but he couldn't decide which.

"Ok," he said calmly, "death seems the most daunting consequence of failure, which is all the more reason for it to be the one to cut... I think."

Deciding upon the red, Marka retrieved his wire cutters and proceeded to cut the selected wire. Seconds after it was cut, the instructor barged into the room.

"Well done my boy! You are the first to have done this......never mind the fact that you are first to attempt it. Congratulations, I look forward to working with you again!" he chirped with approval.

A blank expression dominated the face of the soldier. His eye started to twitch, and his fists clenched. There was a considerable amount of rage building inside him.

"You passed! What do you say to that son?" asked the over-joyful instructor.

"I think I may have to ki.....thank you....sir." With that, Marka turned and left the room.

[OOC: This was my first, sorry if it was boring]

Comments: Well, it was intresting to say the least. I think your the first trooper to threaten their character with death in their first specialty story. You didn't skimp on details either. Good work! Oh, and don't worry about it being boring. This particular one can be sometimes.

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Private First Class Marka
Raider Squad FTC
FTC/PFC Marka/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/Tadath/VEA/VE
[LoR]

"Duct tape is like the Force. It has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together"

MEDIC TRAINING STORY #6
FIELD SURGURY, BY DARR-RANN



Darr-Rann grumbled, muttering in a half-asleep state.
"Shut up R2..." He said, burying his face in his pillow. The droid continued to beep, ignoring it's master. Darr-Rann finally snapped.
    "Dammit R2, shut up!" He yelled,  getting up from the bed. After a few moments, he sighed and turned to face the droid. "Sorry about that, thanks for waking me up."
    The droid simply beeped and proceeded to the door to fetch Darr-Rann's breakfast. Darr-Rann reached over and took up his datapad from a nearby table. He flipped through his day plans.
    "Field surgery with Instructor Tyan't." He smiled. "This should be interesting, less books, more hands-on."
    He got up and got dressed. Then he proceeded over the the bathroom to shave. He stopped for a moment, looking at the reflection. The scar... a reflection of the pain he had inside of him. That scar had been earned a long time ago, in a fight he wouldn't soon forget. Ever since that day, he had been changed...
      After he was done, he walked back over to the drawer by his bed and opened it, taking out one of the twin DL-44 Heavy blaster pistols that sat inside. He put it in the holster at his belt, making sure it was secure. He then withdrew two throwing vibrodaggers, sliding them into concealed pockets in his jacket.
      Suddenly R2-Y7 entered the room, beeping as it held the breakfast tray out before it. Darr-Rann took the tray and sat down. Brushing his hair out of his face, he began to eat. He flipped on the holoprojector he had sitting at the end of the room, he set it to the speeder races. Darr-Rann had always been a fan of speeder races, having made friends with one of the speeder gangs of Corellia, his homeworld, when he was young.
He had even raced with them before, the highlight of his career being victorious in the year's final race when he was fifteen.
      Darr-Rann grimaced as one of the racers hit a wall, the front of his bike shattering, sending the unfortunate racer spinning out of control. Rescue teams rushed to stop the bike and put out the flames, the racer staggering over to the med teams.
      "Race today..." He said to himself. A set of the students at the academy were having a race, most of them medics, but a few engineers and a communication specialist were also competing. The vehicle crewmen were invited, but they seemed to think themselves to be "Beyond their level of skill." Darr-Rann snorted. He reckoned that they were just afraid to compete. When he had finished he set down the empty tray and got up.
      "Better head to field surgery now. Later R2." He said to his droid, which beeped compliantly and moved to collect the tray.

*

As Darr-Rann walked through the halls, looking around at the different classes. There was a good set of medical instructors in the academy, it was unfortunate that so few people decided to take the path of the medic these days. It was a important position, but many squads didn't even have a medic, relying on basic medpac training to help them survive.
    "Hey Darr!" A familiar voice called out from up ahead. Running over to him was Tal, his fellow medical student and friend.
"We're going to simulator room B3-15, I just saw the notice on the door."
    Darr-Rann nodded and turned to walk with him,
    "So, Tal, you gonna compete in that race tomorrow? Some of the guys are even thinking of putting some credits on the line."
    Tal was silent for a moment, then spoke.
    "I dunno... I haven't raced since..." He was suddenly silent, but Darr-Rann knew what he referred to.
    Earlier in their training at Tadath, one of their friends, Jessica, was murdered during a ride that she, Darr-Rann, Tal, and their other friend, Jeff, were having. What made it even worse was that it was Jad Cedaan, his brother, who had killed her.
    Darr-Rann felt a rush of fiery rage burn inside of him. Jad had taken many from him, including his fiance Sarah... He had sworn to avenge her...
    They walked up the stairs to were the simulation rooms were located.
    "B3-10... B3-11... B3-12... B3-13... B3-14... Ah! Here it is." Tal said, opening the door, and they walked inside. Jeff waved at them, and they walked over to the station were he stood.
    "Hey Jeff, what happened to your hand?" Darr-Rann asked. Jeff looked down at it then shrugged.
    "I cut it on something." he said. The cut looked pretty severe, but before he could enquire further, Instructor Tyan't walked into the room, and everyone fell silent. The limped slowly, his leg obviously injured. When one of the students asked him what had happened, he simply responded.
      "Nothing, nothing... Well, you'll probably hear eventually." He sat down, biting his teeth together from the pain. "Today we're doing one of your most important classes. Commonly on the field of battle you are forced to operate on a fellow trooper without the fine medical facilities of the Vast Empire, right on the field. Field surgery is a difficult, extensive course, which will take a great deal of dedication and determination. It is at this point many students decide to transfer to a less demanding course. If any of you do not think you can handle the high pressure, the intense moments, the moments that determine if you have what it takes to practice this field, then you should leave right now."
      He pressed a button on his desk, and the doors at the end of the room opened up, the screen on the same wall reading "Simulation Loaded". They walked inside to were the simulation chairs were. He sat down, Tal and Jeff sitting in the chairs to his side.  He pulled the facial mask over his head, and the simulation began...

*

The experience of the simulator was unlike Darr-Rann had ever had. He had heard that the Vast Empire had invested a great deal of money in it's simulation equipment, but when Darr-Rann walked down the Medical tent, he saw just how expensive this hardware must have been. He could feel, smell, hear... The face mask's helmet scanned the brain, responded with signals which tricked it into believing in this false reality. It was a strange, because he knew he this wasn't real, yet it seemed so...
    "Darr-Rann!" Jeff said, making a gesture for him to come over. He and Tal stood beside a portable operating table. He walked over, when the ground shook, a large booming sound echoing out.
    "Was that an explosion?!" asked Tal, looking running to to entrance. But he was stopped, as two stormtroopers walked in, carrying a third, injured stormtrooper on a stretcher. The man was screaming, covered in blood. Darr-Rann was sickened to see that his armor had been penetrated many times by shrapnel. They set him down on the table, and then the troopers ran out to rejoin the battle.
    "The inexistent battle..." He corrected himself.
"Um... I mean, this tent can't actually get hit or anything?" he said aloud.
    "If you think so..." Tyan't's voice came out of nowheres. He was clearly viewing their progress at his desk. Darr-Rann shook his head and got to work.
    "Alright." He said, taking the role of leader without argument. "We need to be careful removing this shrapnel. Remember, clean the wound with an anti-infectant after removing it, then stitch the wound. Any open cuts without shrapnel that don't need any internal surgery, use your laser cauterizers.
    He got to work, examining a large piece of shrapnel lodged into the troopers stomach... He carefully started to remove it, closing the cut in the stomach with his other hand. When the piece was removed, he set it aside and applied anti-infectants. He then proceeded to cauterize a large but non-lethal cut. Suddenly another set of troopers ran in, carrying with them a man who's left arm looked like a shred of meat. He nodded to the other two, and rushed over to the man. He took out a sedative, and applied it with a hydrospray to the man's neck. He then took out his cutter, and brought it to the wound...

*

Many patients later, they were all working on one patient, who had taken a slugthrower sniper rifle bullet to the chest. It was a delicate operation, for the bullet was lodged into the man's spine - without proper treatment he would likely never walk again, and if they improperly performed the surgery, not only would he never walk again, but he would probably never do anything else ever again either.
    Jeff passed him a surgical knife, which had been cleaned in the small cleansing tank that sat with their other supplies. He made an incision...  successfully. He handed the knife back to him. Tal carefully held the cut open, and Darr-Rann took out a piece of equipment for removal, and Jeff stood ready with the medicine that would have to be applied quickly to the damaged part of the spine, to help heal it and, hopefully, reduce the risk of paralyzation.
    Darr-Rann made his move... He had a hold on the bullet...  Carefully...
Carefully...
    The bullet came out, and Jeff quickly applied the medicine. Darr-Rann put the bullet aside, and moved back to stitch up the wound.
    "Dammit this isn't easy..." Tal said, sitting down, breathing deeply to control his stress. Darr-Rann and Jeff brought him over to another table, were other medics (simulated ones) tended to the post-surgical patients.
    "Don't rest too long, we'll probably have another one coming..."
    "Speaking of which..."
Another man was brought in, who was bleeding from many vibroblade wounds. They got to work cleaning and closing the wounds, but the man was protesting.
    "MAKE IT STOP!" he let out a scream. "IT HURTS! MAKE IT STOP!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, flailing around on the table.
    "Tal, help me!" He said, holding down the man's arms. Tal did the same with the legs, while Jeff continued to close the wounds. The man continued to scream incoherently.
    Darr-Rann applied a sedative drug, and the man slowly calmed. When they had finished closing his wounds, Tyan't's voice sounded out again.
    "Good job, that's the lot." Suddenly the world went dark...

*

Darr-Rann took off the mask, getting up and stretching his legs. It was odd, it seemed like he was
standing the whole time, but he had actually been sitting in that chair.
    "Alright, you can go." Tyan't said, waving them goodbye. When they were outside of the class, they started talking.
    "Well... that was something." Tal said, "Those chairs are really cool."
    "Did you see how Tyan't was limping? I wonder what happened.
    "I dunno." Jeff said quickly. "We better get our speeders, the race is starting in an hour." Darr-Rann and Tal ran off to the speeder hanger, not noticing Jeff took a detour. He entered his room, taking out the vibrodagger that lay underneath his bed. He cleaned the blade of the blood that stained it's keen blade.
    "Next time..." He said, sliding the blade into it's case and pocketing it...

Alright, it's not as long as I wanted it, but here's my field surgury, finally, after a long specialty dryspell. Tell me what you think.
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