"Kairo, this is Rizzit. Permission denied for modification of the sleds. Reason being is 1. you have all the firepower you need, seeing as there are six cannons on the sled. 2. we gotta share sleds between squads in some cases, so it'd be hard to modify a sled for just one squad. Stick with what you got. If you really need to, you can fire your guns from the sleds. There is enough room to comfortably seat 4 in a sled, so it can be done. Hope this helps. Rizzit out!"

Kairo turned off his com-link with a big frown on his face. He was really hoping to modify his sleds for his squad. He had to worry about briefing his squad at the minute though, bring them upto speed about what's going on, as did the rest of the squad leaders.

Meanwhile, Rizzit was busy briefing his squad. Fallen Angel and Sniping 101 were at his side to assist him. Rizzit informed them of all that had happened from the bum mission all the way to engaging the enemy forces. He also told them about the exciting new sleds that they had. After explaining all that had to be done, Rizzit had them get all their gear ready, so that they could depart for AlzocIII as soon as Wraiths were in.
 
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Sergeant Major Rizzit BlackHeart
Crazy Raiders Squad Leader
Wildcard Platoon Adjutant
Army of the Vast Empire
PC:A/SL/SGM Rizzit/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT//VE[OPE][OTH][EW1][RCoD][CoH]
"Everything expressed truly from your heart and soul is as pure as gold in the minds of anyone who listens!"--Rizzit

Afyon got himself some more food and water and sat down with the squad.  He looked around at them.  He was new to the squad so he didn't have a complete idea yet of what they were capable of but there was one little alarm bell that continued to go off in his head.  They were all new, even Kairo.  Most of them had seen little in the way of combat action and he doubted if any of them had been on a major mission.

He knew VEA trained their men well and he had been very impressed with what he had seen to date so he knew that they had a good chance of accomplishing this mission and surviving to tell about it.  At least he hoped so.  Afyon ate some of the health food and finished half of the bottle of water that he had.  He wanted to ensure that he was well hydrated and had a full stomache, but not too full as to hamper his combat performance.

He finished up the food and took out a deck of sabacc cards.  He looked over at Rema and Slash, two of the Dragoons who were awake and invited them over to play a friendly game.  He dealt the cards and took another sip of water while Rema began the bids.
 
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ASL/SST_Afyon/Dark Dragoon Squad/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoC][IH]

Afyon took the credits and put them in his wallet.  He would leave it in his quarters before they left.  Afyon packed up the sabacc cards and sat back in his chair.  He finished off the bottle of water and looked around thinking about what he was going to do next.

He decided to play some more of the game he had been playing earlier on his datapad, he loved killing time before a big mission with mindless entertainment.  It cleared his mind and allowed him to concentrate better come mission time, something that was always important.

After playing for a while, Afyon got up to find Kairo so that they could get the briefing underway.  No sense in delaying it any longer and Afyon sensed that there would be a lot of questions and anxiety.  He smiled to himself as he got up and walked out of the squad room.  It was great to be going back out on a big mission, he loved them.

Afyon made his way towards Rizzit's office hoping that he would be there but when he arrived, Rizzit was not there.  In hindsight that made sense to Afyon, he would probably be with the general.  Afyon made his way to the bridge, hoping to meet Kairo on his way.
 
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ASL/SST_Afyon/Dark Dragoon Squad/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoC][IH]

Angel took a little while, but found a snowtrooper talking amongs some stormtroopers. The snowtrooper looked at him and took off his helmet, exposing D-13's face. The surprise in his face was apparent as he looked into Angel's face.

"Well, looks like what Rizzit told me WAS true. You ARE the spitting image of your brother. I'm D-13, and I presume you are my fire-team leader?" D-13 waved.

"Yes and yes, I am Jub's brother and I'm also your fire-team leader."

D-13 shrugged and waved off the other stormtroopers. He turned around to find Fallen nervously rummaging through his equipment and trying not to show it. He just shrugged.

"I'll bet this is your first time in command of a fire-team?"

"Yeah, it is," came the dejected reply.

"It's not so bad, once you get used to coordinating our positions. Hell, Rizzit made it easy on you by having such a small team," D-13 smiled.

"Say, how about a game of Sabacc, while you tell me your life story. How's that sound?" he added, just as Fallen was about to leave.

"Sure, why not?"

D-13 dropped his bag on the ground with a large clang. He check inside to make sure the repeater still functioned and put the blaster back in. One final check of his backpack's contents: grenades, rations, macrobinoculars, ect. After the tedious process, the sergeant went through his custom armor again and again to make sure every accessory was within easy reach. Following his new fire team leader, the trooper shuffled his way to the lounge and activated the sabacc table. Within fifteen minutes, he'd gone back to what he did in sabacc before going into reserves: losing.

"Aww sithspit"


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

angel scooped up his new wealth off of the sabaac table.

"i know I'm supposed to be doing something right now...but i cant remember...OH YAH..gotta go find snake." Angel said, "Dee stay here while i go find him."

"Sure thing Fallen" Dee replied.

Angel got up from his chair and dashed out of the lounge. he turned the corner and got to snakes bunk.

"Snake you there?" Angel asked, pounding on the door, "This is Angel, we need to meet up with Dee so i can brief you guys on whats been going on...Snake?"

Angel heard the sound of feet shuffling as Snake made his way to the door.

"hey there Angel, sorry about that, just was going over the last of my gear." Snake replied. Angel looked at snake and couldn't help but be awed. Snake was a long time member of the VE, serving back with his brother, and he had earned Jubei's utter respect.

"OK well lets get going then, Dee's waiting for us in the lounge."

The two made their way back to Dee. "Ok you two, i know this may be a little awkward for you, taking orders from a lower ranking trooper, and since this is my first mission as ASL i want you guys to feel free to help me in any way that you can. This is what's basically going down...."

...10 minutes later...

"so basicallay, I will be piloting the sled, and you two will be gunning. I want to try slave one of the laser mounts to the controls so i can operate the other one, but i dont know if rizz will let me. We should probably go meet up with rizzit soon, because im sure Snipes has finished breifing the others. so if theres no questions lets move out."

"Actually i have one question," Snake spoke up," Whats the carog capacity on those sleds?"

"We will have more thatn most, since we are stuck with 3 troopers instead of 4, so pack manily whatever you need. We ARE the HWS of the squad so feel free to bring all the good stuff..." Angel responded.

just then ANgel's com clicked. "Angel this is Rizzit, report to the bridge, and bring your Fireteam with you."

"Ok guys lets go"
 
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Sergeant Fallen Angel
Assistant Squad Leader (ASL): RAIDERS SQUAD
TRP/ASL/SGT Fallen Angel/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [RoM]
"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."

Frog dumped his bag on the closest bunk and sighed. He was still not entirely sure what was going on, he'd heard talk of secret republic bases and super weapons that could eat planets whole. He'd decided a while ago to just concentrate on what he knew, and that was that a large portion of the Imperial Army was here, ready to assault some base, and he had decidedly little equipment for the mission that would follow. He attached a shoulder strap to his Deathwind rifle, and slung it over his shoulder, then holstered his issued E-11 rifle. The E-11 was looking rather worse for wear, it was really beyond time he got some decent equipment of his own, but the sniper rifle had cost him a fair chunk of his savings as is.

Frog began doing a quick recon of the surrounding area, trying to find a spare vibroblade, baton, or similar pain-inflicting device for himself, should he find himself getting upclose and personal with the enemy. After a few minutes, he gave up and sighed again, leaning against a wall empty handed. It was at this point a spare cardboard tube rolled off the shelf above him, and landed at his feet. Frog raised and eyebrow, and gave the tube a quizzical look. After the tube didn't reply to his look, Frog picked it up and swung it around him in a quick figure of eight pattern. For a postal delivery device, it was balanced quite well...

Dragoon stood casually against the wall of the bunk room, everyone was busy disassembling, reassembling, cleaning, greasing, and generally mucking around with their equipment. Truely, he didn't see the point in joining in, in fact, it could have quite dire consequences for the mission if he were to try and disassemble some of his thermals. Hoisting himself back fully onto his feet, Dragoon began to wander over to the bathroom facilities, when he was alerted to something by a quiet swishing noise. Spinning around and moving for his sidearm, he just glimpsed Frog's smiling face as something nailed him square in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

"I'll be damned," said Frog, "This things even great for throwing."

Frog retrieved the cardboard tube from where it had landed, and made an ad-hoc place for it on his utility belt.

"That thing..." Dragoon took a breath, "Kinda stings aye?"

Frog simply smiled, and wandered off to grab a nap until the battle started.
 
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Corporal Thomas "Firefrog" Phennir

TRP/CPL Firefrog/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]

The stupider people think you are, the more surprised they'll be when you kill them.

Angel, Dee and Snake reached the bridge, and were greeted by a smiling Rizzit.

"what are you so hapoy about rizz?" angel asked, "this mission is taking forever to get started."

"Yeah," dee added in, "I think there have been 20 sabaac games played already."

"Well listen up, Wraiths just got their final clearance to leave, so we should be underway in about 3 hours. i'm smiling because i saw what you and dee are carrying." Rizzit responded, "God help you if one of you should go off...you could take out a few city blocks with all those explosives. Also i wanted to talk to your fireteam.

"Now i know you are all HWS, and therefore all of our fire power is going to be concentrated in 1 sled. If there is anything big out there, its on you guys to take it out."

"Sir,"  Angel asked, "i was wondering...this planet is mostly ice right? So whats the danger of say...avalanches and such. also what about wampas like on Hoth? do we have to be on the lookout for crap like that?"

"The answer to both is yes." Rizzit replied, "Since we are uptop, we need to be on the lookout for anything. planetary reports are negative for native life, but that doesn;t mean there isnt. as for avalanches, they can be useful to us if we get in a pickle. once were there i want you 2 to lay some charges on places that may trigger an avalanche. That could be a really good cover for our escape. We have enough time for you guys to go finish up, then i want to report to the docking bay 1 hour before we leave to do a final briefing and gear check...dismissed...."
 
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Sergeant Fallen Angel
Assistant Squad Leader (ASL): RAIDERS SQUAD
TRP/ASL/SGT Fallen Angel/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [RoM]

"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."

Cosmic checked the time from the Bridge before making his way back to his temporary "quarters". The room was really just a small box-like area which contained a small cot and his personal weaponry.

He took the turbolift down to Deck 1 and walked hastily to the Crew Bunks portion of the ship. Once he had arrived, he strode into his designated room and pulled out the bag that he had brought from underneath the cot. His hands rose up and pushed the helmet from his head, and set it down on a nearby chair. He cracked his neck and then unzipped the bag. A small grin spread across his face as he reached in and pulled out his Bi-Polar Blaster BML-150 Carbine. He was debating about whether or not to bring his A280 Armor-Piercing Blaster Rifle, but decided against it. He had put a shoulder strap on his Carbine earlier that year, and slung the weapon over his right shoulder. He zipped the bag back up and slid it under the cot before walking out. The Colonel was about to step out from the Crew Bunks area when the sound of snoring filled his ears. He quickly turned around and saw Private First Class Mandor catching some Zs on his cot.

Cosmic frowned and walked over to the green trooper as he slid the Carbine from off his shoulder. The two nozzles of the Carbine pressed against the trooper's armor before the young man awoke. Mandor's eyes slowly blinked open and was greeted by two nozzles right between the eyes. He leapt back and nearly fell of the three-foot high cot.

"Get up." Cosmic barked. "Get your helmet on and your gear ready. We're heading to the Bridge."

The PFC leapt to his feet and gave a crisp salute. Cosmic returned it and slung the Carbine back over his shoulder. He remembered that he had left his own helmet in his quarters, and he quickly retrieved it. As he slid it back onto his head, he informed Drill that they had only five minutes to get their gear together and meet him on the Bridge.

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Cosmic entered the Bridge and received a pleasant surprise: Drill was already up there and ready to go. They're armor polished, their weapons cleaned, and their attention directed at him with a firm salute. Cosmic returned the respect and nodded.

"Good to see you all were prompt." He grinned and then motioned towards their E-11s. "They may look like meager weapons, but believe me, they're your old ladies. You keep 'em clean, and they'll serve you like no other woman will."

Mandor was greeted by the rest of his PFC squad mates as he rejoined their group. PFC Ghost, onyx7, and tyummk showed no sign of fear, which was good, but he could feel that they were about ready to jump out of their skins. He decided to take off his helmet and give a small grin, "The missions not really that hard, fellas. You're all coming back in one piece - alive too."
 
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
CoT/COL Cosmic/HCA-3/SL/3SQD/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/Tadath/VEA/VE [OPE][OTH][OPA][EW1][CDS][IH][GS][SoS][CoH][PoC][MSM][IOC]
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
SL/KPR Cosmic/Lion 1-1/mSSD Atrus/VEDJ/VE [VP][KC1][OAK]
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The Messenger took off from the hangar bay of the ISD Dominion. After setting calculations, they made a jump to the Yag'Dhul system. While en route, Kuroishi and Raziel had a little talk with their Squad mates. They hadn't been on ship an hour and already they had complaints about their rebel uniform.

"I feel so....naked in this uniform." Lukas_Yuy complained.

"Ya, we hate them too. But if it gets us into the base, I'm all for it!" replied Kurioshi.

"Ya, but what good will it do us? Once we let them in, a battle will start; and we're gonna be stuck in these things until the mission is over." Argon Remarked.

"Even so, we have to find where the base is. The only way to do that, is to pretend we're rebels. Once we get back to where we attacked the ship, the plan is to contact the same person that the ship sent the message to originally: some "Shantsa" person. We gotta ask for some repairs and refueling after telling him we repelled a large imperial force."

Wraiths also had a new trooper on this mission. Timing served perfectly so that a Drill Squad member moved to Wraiths during their little rest on the dominion. He was still fairly new to the ranks, but had a lot of heart. PFC Tyummk was his name, and he was ready to go. Unlike the others, he hadn't been in the StormtrooperCorps long enough to get used to a Stormtrooper uniform, so he was quite comfortable in his Rebel uniform, even though he knew he was a stormtrooper. Earlier, they had initiated him into the squad, and provided him with all the info he needed for the mission. It was going to be an experience for him, being with a bunch of people that do things no one else would think of doing-things that are essencial to each mission, but don't get noticed as much-the special operations field of the army.
 
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Sergeant Major Rizzit BlackHeart
Crazy Raiders Squad Leader
Wildcard Platoon Adjutant
Army of the Vast Empire
PC:A/SL/SGM Rizzit/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT//VE[OPE][OTH][EW1][RCoD][CoH]
"Everything expressed truly from your heart and soul is as pure as gold in the minds of anyone who listens!"--Rizzit

Afyon put away the cards and his credits and proceeded down the the Dark Dragoon equipment bay with his datapad.  One he got there, he went over to one of the Imperial sleds that had been issued to the squad.  There was nothing overly fancy about them, cargo compartment and twin blaster in the back.  A twin blaster on each side and one in the front.  From the looks of it, one person had to sit facing the back in order to control the gun.

Afyon walked over and examined the area of the cargo bay and realised that they were going to have more room than he thought which was good.  He slowly inspected the sled and made sure all of the guns turned and were powered up.  After he was done that he stood back and looked at how the sled could be improved.  His immediate thought was that they did not have any heavy firepower.

After a few minutes of thinking, Afyon decided that the sleds could probably not be modified much both from a practical and tactical point of view.  They were not going to be using them for an assault, mostly just for transportation.

Afyon crawled into the front of the sled and examined the controls.  He began to create an image in his mind of the possible approaches and what to expect.
 
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ASL/SST_Afyon/Dark Dragoon Squad/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoC][IH]

After Mandor had shakin off the thought of getting his head blown off before even making it to Alzoc, he made his way to the bridge and fell in formation with the rest of drill.

After Cos had read the muster list he ordered them to get to the the loading bay.The Drillies saluted in unison and began to march to the loading bay.(if there is one thing drillies can do right its saluting)

As mandor and the rest of Drill made it to the Bay they saw the Raiders filing in. Mandor took his seat and strapped in.He was thinking a lot. He was wondering,"am i ready to die?,". He looked around at the people around him and realized that yes, he was ready to die. He would give the ultimate sacrafice if need be to save any one of these people.

After he had made the realization he began to calm down and the sick feeling in his stomach began to fade.Just then he heard the pilot come over the intercom and inform them of take off.

Shortly after they felt the lurch of the ship and they were off. Mandor heard Cos yell at them "Were gonna circle the Dominion for about an hour while we wait for the other squads,O i hope you all put on fresh Imperial Underwear, were not gonna be back for a while "

After the ship had gotten out of the hanger Mandor got up and walked to the back of the shuttle with all his gear. He cleaned and inspected each one thouroghly. He sited his sniper and sharpened his Vibro Blade. After he had accomplished that not so small feat he began rehersing his hand to hand combat skills.

If push came to shove he could always break a mans neck with his hands. After working up a considerable sweat he decided to take off his helmet, and turn on his armor cooling system.After he had taken off his helmet the others on board stared for a couple seconds. His left eye had no color.
 
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TRP/PFC Mandor/3SQD/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]

Merrick stood on the bridge and looked out ahead of the ship. This uniform was rather uncomfortable, and definitely not made for a woman to wear. She was also wearing her shadowsuit underneath, and it was the first time she'd worn it. Never know, it might actually come in handy in this mission. Being a recon trooper was supposed to be about stealth, after all. Her axe was sitting in a locker farther back in the ship, so that she didn't look too obviously like she wasn't meant to be there.

"Kurioshi, I'm gonna go sit with the rest of my troops, I think Alzoc would know if there is meant to be a female office on board or not, and I don't want to stuff this up." Kurioshi and Argon nodded as she left. Dragoon started to follow. "Stay here Dragoon, we don't both need to be lazy." He looked at Merrick as she grinned and turned to leave again. "Damn her, I don't wanna be standing up here the whole time." And he wandered off anyway. Merrick turned around and glared at Dragoon. "what, we still have ages before we actually get there, not like we all have to stand up there the whole time." Merrick sighed. "Fine." And walked off once more with Dragoon beside her.

"So how is everyone?" Jester and Wraith members looked up as Merrick entered. Frog looked up from reading the full briefing. "Don't trust my expagated version?" He shook his head. "Just want to make sure I know everything I need to, even about the other squad's missions." Merrick nodded and took a seat, leaned back and closed her eyes. Dragoon snickered at her and she opened one eye and looked at Dragoon. "What now?" He shook his head. "Nothin boss, nothin at all."
 
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TRP/SSG Merrick/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE
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Jester Squad's chick with a sword and Squad Leader
To thy protection fear and sorrow flee, and those that weary are of light find rest in thee.
If you love something, set it free. If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it.

Frog dropped the mission briefing back on the table and stretched, letting out a loud yawn.

Merrick glanced over in his direction, "If you're so bored, why don't you go practice you slicing more? I noticed a few interesting looking training programs on the spare computer in the comms room."

Frog looked back at her, to see if she was serious or not. Judging from her experession that she was very much so, he sighed and hoisted himself out of his seat. Taking his newly found cardboard tube with him, he tapped it on the walls as he wandered towards the comm room.

A couple of hours later, Frog felt ready to collapse ontop of the datascreen, he could recite most common NR cyphers backwards by now, and all the exercises he could either beat flawlessly, or didn't have the slightest how to even start.

"Hrmmm," he thought to himself, "I'm in a big ol' Republic corvette, and as long as I don't mess with the main comms, it doesn't really matter what I do..."

Frog wandered over to one of the internal comms and bent down to open up the covering panel. Pulling out his personal datapad and multitool, he began poking around and seeing what he could find.

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Merrick spoke without opening her eyes, "If you poke me with that finger one more time, you're going to lose it."

Hashi smiled sheepishly, "Sorry Ma, thought you were asleep," Hashi quickly continued, in order to avoid the smack that was inevitably coming from Merrick, "I was just a little curious why the door light was spelling out "Cosmic enjoys frilly underwear" in Imperial Dot-Code."

At this point Merrick opened her eyes, and casually stared at the light above the entry door for a few seconds, "I'd say its because Jester has a decent candidate for slicer finally," she spoke before returning to her rest.

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Dragoon wandered into the comms room, and nearly didn't see the missing deck plate until he was on top of it. Peering down the access hole, he saw Frog tangled up in a bunch of wiring.

"Oh good!" Frog exclaimed as he noticed Dragoon, "Hold these together for me, would ya?" he said, passing up a pair of wires.

Dragoon gave him an odd look, but did as he was asked, and after a few more moments of fiddling around, a small terminal screen lit up down by Frog's hip. Plugging his datapad in to a nearby port, Frog began copying the datastream over.

"So what exactly is all that jibberish," queried Dragoon.

Frog scrambled up out of the hole, "Come on, I want to tell Merrick about this."

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"Really now, if I knew you were going to cause this much racket, I would have let you stay and relax here Frog," Merrick said, with only half implied menace.

Frog held out his datapad, displaying the same cryptic code from the terminal in the comms room, "I was fiddling around in the comms room, and it appears the ship has hard-wired access codes to some of the systems in the NR base." Frog paused for a breath, "At the very least we have over-rides for the hanger bay doors, so if we can't keep them open, or worse, if they lock us out, we have some form of comeback."

"Excellent, good to see you doing something useful with your time, get up to the bridge and inform Kuroishi of the news." Merrick said, dismissing the pair.

"Right away sir," Frog said with a grin and a casual salute.
 
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Corporal Thomas "Firefrog" Phennir

TRP/CPL Firefrog/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]

Jester++

The stupider people think you are, the more surprised they'll be when you kill them.

Cosmic checked the time from a console's readout and noticed that it was time for them to get underway. Cosmic got up from the steel seat and walked up to the cockpit. He sat down in the chair and began entering the coordinates for Alzoc III. He activated the comm. link and opened a channel to all of the Mu-3's as well as the Dominion.

"Attention all squad's, it has been approximately one hour since both Jester and Wraith left on the Messanger. Dominion, we are preparing for hyperspace."

"Copy that, Mu-3. You are authorized to make the jump into hyperspace," came the reply of a young communications officer.

Cosmic entered the coordinates to Alzoc III into the ship's computer and engaged the hyperdrive, "Hold on people. Get ready for a little jolt," Cosmic warned, knowing that Drill's ears would be listening intently on what was being said.

The stars outside the Mu-3 shuttle soon become streaks of white as the shuttle escaped into hyperspace. Cosmic double-checked the coordinates before getting up from his seat and removing his helmet. He sat back down on the steal bench and set his helmet beside him.

"Well, I guess now would be the best time to brief you all on what our mission entails. Do you mind, Sergeant Major?" Cosmic asked, looking across the small isle at the Raiders squad leader. Rizzit shook his head, "No. Go right ahead, Colonel." Cosmic nodded and began eyeing the troops that sat around him.

"Before we even came out here in the Customs Corvette and captured the Messanger, the Dominion intercepted a message from the NR's Corvette to Alzoc III. Now, we've received messages since then and have discovered that the individual accepting and sending the messages from Alzoc III is a man called Shantsa. Now, we know the schematics were a ruse, but that doesn't mean we just can't give a sigh of relief and sit back. That message we intercepted was intended for us to capture and listen in on. The Rebels wanted is to receive that message and take the bait which they were dangling in front of us. Now, this only brings us to the conclusion that those scum are doing something on that planet that they don't want us to know about." Cosmic leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, "Now, our mission is simple. We are to eliminate any threats that we come into contact with. Shoot to kill. Now, compared to the mission objectives of the other squads, we've got it easy. The other squads have a bit more of a fun time. Their job is to actually find this Shantsa character and find out what's really going on behind the scenes. Now, there any questions?"

Cosmic took one quick glance around the room, but no hands rose. Cosmic gave a nod and leaned back against the bulkhead. Everyone had questions, the main one being if there we going to be able to walk out of this mission with their lives. Everyone had the same question, and everyone knew that that question could not be answered. It all came down to their own abilities, instincts, and reflexes.

"You know," began PFC onyx7. "You join the Corps thinking that someday you're going to be this great war hero. Medals strewn across your ceremonial uniform, young women literally throwing themselves at you, hoping to even just touch the material of your military jacket." He paused for a moment; his helmet, like everyone else, was still on his head, not bothering to remove it. "You never expect to feel so scared. It's only when you're actually going through a real mission do you finally realize that there's a chance that you might not even make it out alive."

Cosmic turned his head and half a grin formed on his face, "Everyone goes through that sometime or another, Private. Hell, all of us here have gone through it. You learn to get used to it in time. The risks still exist, but you really pay no mind to them. They're just there, and you can't do a damn thing about it, so you live with it."

Cosmic set his Carbine next to his legs and closed his eyes, hopefully turning this two-day trip into a shorter one.

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OOC: Ok, just in case you didn't read Firefrog's edited post, here are the details of the combat shuttles we are taking:

Mu-3 Shuttle
This Sienar Fleet Systems shuttle was the third variant of the successful Mu-class troopship and was created to drop troopers whenever stealth was not required. It measured 20 meters in length, and was capable of hyperspacial travel. Each Mu-3 shuttle was armed with a pair of front-mounted laser cannons.
 
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
CoT/COL Cosmic/HCA-3/SL/3SQD/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/Tadath/VEA/VE [OPE][OTH][OPA][EW1][CDS][IH][GS][SoS][CoH][PoC][MSM][IOC]
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
SL/KPR Cosmic/Lion 1-1/mSSD Atrus/VEDJ/VE [VP][KC1][OAK]
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