(ooc: seven minutes too slow lol)

    Raziel looked up from his cover, somewhere under that hail of fire Kuroishi had gone down. Raziel didn't know what the siren about, but it didnt seem to be a good thing.

    He caught a glimpse of movement to his left. Raziel shot up from his cover like a bullet, repeater pistol in each hand, he had to be fast...his armour wouldnt stop a single round.
    Three men started firing on Raziel, but their aim was off and Raziel was moving very quickly. In the time their rifles got off one shot Raziel had released a burst of five from each pistol.
    Directly to Raziels left were the main force of rebels, he caught glimpses of chaos and confusion happening out of the corner of his eyes as he ran. The three guards attacking him were all crouching in the open directly infront of him. He was running diagonally infront of them, aiming for a piece of cover halfway between them.
    The guard to his right was buried under a hail of bolts, Raziel kept running slowly bringing both pistols to bear on the other two. He kept both triggers depressed and a steam of blaster fire arced through the air towards the other two. His eyes tracked each blaster bolt as they sped through the air towards him.
    Eight meteres to cover. His blaster fire arced over the second guards head, but he adjusted his aim to compensate as he swung around to fire on the last.
    Four metres. The third guard was hit secen times before he hit the ground, but Raziel had expended all one hundred shots and the guard fired directly at his legs, Raziel dived.
    He reloaded both power packs in a blur and pushed his back up against the crate. Then a smell of burning rubber filed his nostrils. He looked down at the heel of his boot that had been blasted clean off. A closer look revealed that the back of his ankle had been slightly burned as well.

    He holstered both pistols and turned around, facing the crate. he grasped the lisp with both hands and launched himself up. The guard who had his rifle trained on the crate looked up in shock as Raziel fired at him from above. Raziel jumped down to where the three had been and took the oxygen masks and slid them across the floor to tyummk. Raziel turned around to stare down the muzzle of a stun rifle.

 
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SL/SGMTRaziel/4SQD/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/ {EW1} {WoS} {VP} {IG} {CDS}
Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths
"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music." Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989.

Afyon raced over to the first of the tanks they had to destroy.  He had what explosive him and Dark Rogue had and he quickly wired them to the ammunition bay inside.  After a minute, the explosives were in place and the trigger was inserted.  It was a wireless remote trigger so they could blow the tank up once they got outside.  Odds were though that the destrution of the other two would ignite this one anyhow.

Afyon climbed out of the tank and went down to where Dark Rogue was.  He was inside their tanking loading the ammo into the ammunition bay.  "Just about ready?"  Afyon asked.

"Yep, we are ready to roll" Dark Rogue replied as he climbed out.

"Alright, lets grab the tools here and anything else we see and then see if we can get this baby started."

The two quickly grabbed what last minute things they found of use before arranging their gear in the tank and climbing into their stations.  The two had set a special comfrequencey to talk and Afyon climbed into the laser turret which was a quad laser in an open rotating area.  Nice and open to the elements and the enemy.

"Alright start it up!" Afyon yelled into the com as he powered up the laser turrets.  He soon heard the roar of the engine starting and he felt the tank begin to vibrate.  "Ok lets drive her away from the other tanks and turn it around!"

Afyon sat back and waited for the fun to begin.
 
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ASL/SST_Afyon/Dark Dragoon Squad/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoC][IH]

Dark Rogue moved the tank away from the others and turned around so the main gun faced the three tanks they were supposed to destroy.

"Alright...fire!" Commanded Afyon as he grabbed hold of the remote trigger and set off the explosives in the first tank.  The tank rocked as Dark Rogue fired a burst from the front cannon of their tank, the second tank ignited and blew up shortly after.  "Nice shot, now the last one!" Afyon stated before switching com frequencies.  "Rema get that hanger door open, Slash and Mars have the t3-b heavy ready to roll.  We will go through first and then stop, you two go by us and we will catch up!"  Afyon ordered as he adjusted in the open turret and put his helmet on.

Dark Rogue blew up the final tank shortly after and then tired two shells at what remained of some other vehicles while Rema was on the far side opening the door.  Afyon heard an alarm begin to blare through the hanger as the door flew open, revealing the cold open snow desert and a hell of a lot of rebels.

"Alright lets move it!"  Afyon shouted as he grabbed hold of the cannons while Dark Rogue accelerated and raced outside.  The main cannon fired a couple of shots at a pair of rebel light tanks outside, one was a direct hit send the tank flying into another one which was damaged from a near miss.  Afyon began to strafe everything in sight before looking back to see Rema, Mars, Slash, and Kjerre race out of the hanger in their vehicles.  The vehicles blew by the tank Afyon and Dark Rogue were in.

"Alright get us the hell out of here!" Afyon shouted as he lined up and blew up a speeder bike with the quad cannon.  he then began to strafe some of the rebel troops who had taken up firing positions.  The tank lurched forward and sped ahead, leaving behind the rebels.  They wouldnt be left behind for long though as the alarm had been sent out.  The battle had begun.
 
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ASL/SST_Afyon/Dark Dragoon Squad/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoC][IH]

"Yeeeeeeehawwww!!!!" Rema yelled as he rocketed from the hanger. He pushed the throttle forward blasting past Afyon's tank. He pulled his S-2 carbine from his holster, and started firing at surprised Rebel's diving for cover.

"Form up on me Rema, we are gonna move out of here fast." Kjerri ordered.

"Righto" Rema said.

"Lets try and get their attention more. Follow me. And take out a Vibroblade" Kjerri ordered.

As they passed the main line of Rebel troops, Kjerri and Rema turned and doubled back. Rema holstered his blaster, and took out his vibroblade. He accelerated and held the vibroblade horizontal with the ground. He flew through a squad of Rebels, smashing into a few and almost knocking himself off.

"That didnt go so well." he said to himself.

As he put away his vibroblade, a blaster shot grazed his arm and he hit the controls, sending the speeder flying off madly. Pulling hard on the controls, Rema slowly re-gained level flight.
He repositioning himself, he put the throttle to full to catch up with Kjerri. As he caught up with Kjerri, he waved and flew close. They both formed up and headed away from the base.

"Well that was fun."

"Quite" said Kjerri.

"So how far do we go?" Rema asked.

"Until someone tells us to stop." Kjerri replied.

 
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"Only Trust your Allies as much as you can Predict your Enemies."
"We need Boots! Good Boots! The kind of Boots your mother used to make!"
"Luke, I am your Fasha."
TRP/LCPRema/3SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[LoR][OPE] [AM-B][AM-S][AM-P]

"Merrick, this is TK." Merrick pulled her commlink out of her pocket and flicked it on. "Hey TK, what's up?"
"Just thought you might be interested to know the easiest way to get further into the base." Merrick pretended to think about it for a minute. "Go ahead, not like we're getting far on our own." Tk gave Merrick directions down toward the main barracks and officer quarters. It seemed that they'd managed to bypass one of the outer blast doors by taking the ventilation shafts down this far.

"Righto, thanks TK, cya." Merrick put the commlink back in her pocket and headed off, following TK's directions and stopping now and then to make sure they weren't about to get shot passing intersecting corridors. Merrick took one such occasion as an opportunity to look at her wounds. Most of them weren't very serious and didn't require attention, but a couple had the potential to slow her down later on. Vult tried to convince her to take the time to do something about them now, but Merrick shrugged and pressed on. "We gotta find this damn weapon, and so far we arenn't even in the heart of the base yet. Should be able to access most places from the barracks, so lets get going."

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The main barracks turned out to be similarly deserted, but the surrounding corridors certainly weren't empty in this part of the base. All of the troops that they'd encountered had been wearing oxygen masks, though. "Merrick to all fireteam leaders. It appears that they've turned off environment controls, or plan to, kill some enemy troops and take their oxygen masks. Shouldn't need them yet, but it never hurts to be prepared."

"Where now boss?" Merrick looked up at Hashi. "Officer's quarters I suppose, let's see if we can find the commander of this installation and convince him to tell us where this weapon is. Will certainly make it easier than searching the whole damn place.. if we can get it out of him." Merrick stood up, picked up her axe and headed off in the most likely direction.
 
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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.

The tank Afyon and Deep Rogue were in sped quickly away from the rebel emplacements and out into the open snow.  Rema and Kjerre had slowed down to drive along side of the tank with the T3-B heavy, the most vulnerable of the vehicles, out in front.  After about two minutes, Afyon swung his turret to face out back and took out his binoculars.  About a kilometer away, there was a group of rebel speeder bikes closing in, and quickly.

"We have company, time to begin to make our pay" Afyon said over the com as he began to look for a suitable defensive position to fight from.  The goal wasnt to take on the whole rebel force now, just the lead elements before running away to another spot.  Ideally, they would make their way back to the base and create a circle effect, this should also be able to provide cover for the other squads to escape once it was time.

The vehicles quickly approached a hill that was covered high with snow and had a path for vehicles cut inbetween the banks.  "Perfect, up on the hill, we fight from there!" Afyon ordered.  Quickly, the T3-B heavy and the two speeder bikes raced away to the top of the hill, followed shortly after by the tank.

"Alright, surprise is key, get the vehicles out of sight on the other side of the hill.  Mars and Slash, prepare to fire those surface to surface missiles.  The rest of you, we have some heavy weaponry inside the tank.  Heavy repeaters and some blasters taken off of vehicles.  Use those and whatever you have.  Remember, conserve ammo.  Lets move out!"  Afyon ordered as he climbed inside the tank and began to help Deep Rogue move out two of the heavy guns they had taken off of a rebel speeder.  Rema nad Kjerre grabbed the ammo boxes for them and the group quickly put them in place, one on either side of the snow bank.  They then grabbed their blasters and Afyon grabbed his sniper rifle as well as a bag of equipment which included another blaster, ammunition, and his binoculars.

The men quickly assembled in position, Rema and Kjerre on one side of the bank, Deep Rogue and Afyon on the other.  Afyon took out his binoculars and crawled up onto the top of the bank.  "Five hundred meters, we will not fire until they are close so they can not run! So far I count ten speeder bikes."  Afyon stated as he got a good read on the distance.  He took off his stormtrooper helmet and pulled his sniper rifle to his eye.  The laser tracker indicated they were now 350 meters out.  When they reached one hundred meters Afyon ordered the men to get ready.

"When you can see them, fire!" Afyon stated as he lined up the crosshairs on one of the rebels.  "Fire!" Afyon ordered as he fired a shot that nailed the first rebel in the throat sending him falling off the bike. THe bike veered wildly and crashed into the snow.

Rema, Kjerre, and Deep Rogue began to fire the heavy repeaters nailing two of the bikes full on as they approached the pass.  "Afyon, these repeaters bounce and shake too much, next time we will have to dig them in, they are designed to be fired like this!" Rema exclaimed as he and Kjerre wrestled with their repeater, shooting another bike in the process.  Deep Rogue had given up on the repeater and had his blaster out.

Afyon lined up and fired at another bike as the rebels formed up into an attack position and fired at their positions.  The bikes veered through the pass rapidly straffing the area.  One blast hit the top of the hill where AFyon was sending him flying backwards.  He landed hard beside Deep Rogue "Shit...this isnt worki-" Afyon started to say as one bike slammed into the top of the hill.  It had been taken out by Rema who was hiding behind a pile of snow.

The bikes flew back through the pass, their shots just missing Rema's head but hitting the bank behind him hard enough to knock him hard to the ground.  Steam was rising everywhere from the heat of the shots.

"Alright everyone to their vehicles..move it!" Afyon ordered as he slung his bag on his back and ran for the tank.  He turned and fired another shot from his rifle hitting a rebel in the leg and sending his bike in an uncontrolled spin that ended in a firey crash moments later.  Rema and Kjerre hopped on their bikes, stashed their gear and took off to intercept the remaining rebel speeders.  Deep Rogue and Afyon reached their tank and Afyon climbed into the turret. "Alright move us to the top of the hill!" Afyon ordered as he moved in the turret and began to look for targets.  One target crashed only twenty meters in front of them as a speeder bike blew over their heads.  "Nice shot Kjerre!" Afyon shouted as he fired a blast at one of the remaining speeders.

(OCC: If no one finishes this up Ill do it later)
 
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ASL/SST_Afyon/Dark Dragoon Squad/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoC][IH]

[OOC:  Well I can either go forward with my idea or scrub it so that Wraith actually has a bit of writing representation in this comp.  I'm a bit inclined to go forward with it, this story is not looking like it can last much longer anyway.  /OOC]

Kuroishi was packed out on a streatcher.  Little doubt about it, Wraith had managed to start something.

Kuroishi saw the techs franticlly working on the few surviving computers in the reactor room.  He didn't know how long until the reactor blew, all he knew was that he was going to get out.

Kuroishi probably could get free but what good would it do him, he was not able to move under his own power.

Kuroishi wished he had some way to mark for the other troopers of the VE which way he was being taken but he doubted anyone could come for him even if they wanted to.

All the hair brained schemes, the desperate yet brilliant tactics, and the improvisations of a life time had managed to get him through many campaigns, but now he was finally captured.  Nothing seemed to stand in the way of him facing a trial now.

Kuroishi was pretty sure he wasn't going to be sentenced to death in his public trial but he also knew a few years after the propaganda value of holding one of the most vile imperials to rise in receant times died down, they would kill him then, when no one would notice or care.

Finally Kuroishi was brought to a hanger.

This one was filled with medium transports and fighters.

The rebels were begining to evacuate all non-essential personel and what ever equipement they could grab.

Kuroishi was loaded aboard a medium transport outfitted to be a medical transport.  Kuroishi wondered how many rebels aboard this ship were his victims.
 
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Kuroishi Wraith VEA
Daishi Raptor VEN
Assistant Writer Why Project Copyright Infringment
Ich bin hessliche amerikaner.
Nehmen mir zu dein frauen von vernunftig preis tugendhafte.
"And the sound of many heads hitting many solid objects was heard throughout the land." me

OOC: starting off exactly where Cos left off, but with less oxygen

D-13 propped himself up against the wall, his repeater laying idly in his white-gloved hands. The rest of the Raiders and Cosmic waited at the ready, but no soldiers ever came. Strange, he thought, where could they be? A small hiss in the background caught their attention, and the enviromental moniters on their suits started to beet slowly and lightly. Fallen gripped his device.

"What do you think is happening?" He asked, while the hissing and beeping grew a bit louder.

Footsteps rang down the hallway and the troops tensed up. Some early birds whipped around the corner, their guns at the ready. Their reward for their punctuality: a black puncture on their bodies, and they went down screaming. The footsteps stopped as soon as blaster fire rang in the halls. Rizzit looked around for a peek.

"Look! There he is!" Exclaimed one of the rebels.

"Blast him!" Urged another.

Two soldiers ran forward and were promptly mowed down with the rest of their pathetic comrades by repeater fire from the combined firepower of D-13, Snake, and Fallen. Cosmic could sense no more enemies alive.

Every blaster on the floor was taken and stripped apart, then flung away while their blaster packs sat merrily with their new kin. The troopers looked curiously at the oxygen masks on the floor.

D-13 looked at his leaders, "Well, what now?"

OOC: What I said, what now?
 
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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

"Why cant you die like a good little boy," Rema said through gritted teeth as he sped after a rebel speeder. Only four were left, two attacking Afyon's tank, one attacking Kjerri, and one in Rema's sights. For almost three minutes, the speeder has been weaving back and forth, leaving Rema without a clear shot and leading him away from the main group. He had grazed the speeder many times, but never could get a kill shot. Even though it hadnt been fully hit, all the nicks and dents had caused, thick black to smoke poured out from the back of the speeder. The speeder continued to weave back and forth, and the smoke made it hard for both predator and prey to see.

Enough was enough. Rema pushed the throttle forward and flew ever closer towards the doomed speeder. He continued to fire, forcing the speeder into his sights. Then finally, at the perfect moment, the speeder flew into Rema's sights leaving him with a kill shot. Rema pulled the trigger sending three laser bolts into the back of the speeder. Sparks erupted from the back and it blew apart. Debris and more smoke flew at Rema. He mashed the controls to the left, trying to avoid the pieces of metal. As he was turning, he felt something slam into his back causing him to further lose control of the speeder. As he slowed, he eventually pulled the speeder into control.

Rema made a large arc and headed back towards the wreckage of the rebel speeder. He flew through the wide patch of debris heading back the way he came. As he exited the wreckage, he heard a blaster shot. Instinctively he rolled the speeder, but it was too late. A blaster shot hit his engine causing Rema to spin wildly out of control. He held on tight, trying to regain control, but it was of no use. He grabbed his equipment bag and let go. He was flung from the bike and thrown hard to the ground. He laid there dazed.

He heard his speeder smash into a snow bank not to far away. He slowly pushed himself onto his elbows and checked his body.

"Not too bad. It could have been worse" Rema said to himself.

He laid back down staring up into the sky. Suddenly, wafting over the hill, he heard the crushing of snow under boots. He felt around for his S-2 carbine but saw it laying ten meters away with his equipment bag. He quickly un-holstered his DL-54 auto-blaster pistol and rolled over on his stomach. Only then did he notice the piece of shrapnel lodged in back plate of armor. I think that will actually come in handy.

He slid his blaster under his chest and waited for the rebel to approach. Rema could hear the Rebel coming closer. Ten meters, 5 meters, 2 meters, and then he stopped. He heard it continue slowly and then felt the muzzle of a blaster pressed against his back. Then a hand was on his left shoulder, flipping him over. Foolish Rebel.

When Rema was vertical to the ground, he aimed his pistol at the rebel and shot him four times in the chest. The rebel flew backwards and was dead before hitting the ground. Rema slowly pushed himself up and went over and kicked the Rebel. Satisfied that he was truly dead, Rema went over to collect his things.

After picking up his gear, he went to the top of a large hill and looked in the general direction of Afyon, Kjerri, and Deep Rogue. He opened a channel to them and called for help.

"Anyone, this is Rema. I was shot down about a click away from you guys," he said on the DD frequency." I am slightly injured and in need of pickup." He closed the channel and sat down, hoping that they received that.

 
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"Only Trust your Allies as much as you can Predict your Enemies."
"We need Boots! Good Boots! The kind of Boots your mother used to make!"
"Luke, I am your Fasha."
TRP/LCPRema/3SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[LoR][OPE] [AM-B][AM-S][AM-P]

OOC: What the hell happened to my squad?/OOC:

Seeing as he was the next in command, and rizzit leaving him in charge, Angel tried to organize the remaining Raider and Drill squaddies. Pulling out a datapad he confiscated from a downed tech in the hanger bay, angel scanned over the base schematics.

"Snipes come here." angel said, "i want you to take charge of drill and your fireteam while cosmic is away and secure this corridor."

"Where are you taking Raiders then?" snipes asked in return.

"i want to check out this level 6 floors below us, it seems there are some offices down there according to the schematics, and one really big one that may be the base command office. But i need this hallway secured so we can get back in a hurry."

"ok, you can count on me, no rebel will step foot here and live to tell about it"

"Good man" angel said. He signaled silently to the other raiders to move out. Snake, and Dee fell in step behind him. rounding the corner to the turbolift they needed to take down, they ran smack into a full squad of rebels. not taken by surprise, the rebels opened fire.

Diving back behind the corner, angel could feel heat from his right leg. the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. it was a scent that was unmistakeable to Angel. He could almost taste it. looking down, he saw a clean hole through his armor, and a nice sized hole in the back of his calf.

"Christ, that''s a good 2 hours of bacta." Angel muttered, limping to his feet. He looked up and saw Dee and snake on the opposite side of the corridor. JR and mulat were behind Angel. Pulling out his repeater, Angel nodded to Dee and Snake.

The trio dove from their cover, firing down the hallway. Angel leapt between Dee and Snake. All three held down the triggers on their repeaters, laying down a 6 foot tall stream of fire. screams of pain could be heard from the rebel side. As they hit the ground, the three rolled to their feet. Angel looked down and saw blood trickling from his left arm. Reaching down he pulled out a small peice of shrapnel.

"Great, now their using flechette launchers." Angel shouted to Dee and Snake. Peering around the corner, angel saw that there were still half the rebel squad left. 2 stood behind a heavy repeater, while the other 3 flanked them, 1 with flechette, 2 with blaster rifles. finding himself breathing veyr raggedly and hard, angel saw that the rebels were wearing oxygen masks. Angel opened the com to rizzit.

"Fallen, you better make this quick." Rizzit said. "I've got some officers to chase."

"Well sir, i think it is" Angel replied, "in case you didnt notice, the atmosphere is leaking from the base. We're pinned down here by a rebel squad reinforced by heavy weaponry. I think we can take them, but i've split my fireteam off from the rest of the others."

"YOU WHAT!!!" Rizzit shouted.

"Sir, i think i may know where this Shantsa character is. All i need is to get to this turbolift." angel replied.

"very well, but i still dont think that....' rizzit was cut off as a metallic voice sounded throughout the base

"Self-destruct charges initiated. Self destruct in fifteen minutes, zero seconds. No further warnings will be announced."

"Oh no..." was all angel could mutter...
 
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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."

Snipes called his fire team and drill over to him. He looked around and found he didnt know any of them but JR, it was odd for hgim to be surrounded by strangers, even more so sence he had spent so long in RAIDERS. he found the feeling unsettleing, he couldnt trust most people he knew, let alone thos he didnt, too much they may discover.
"Alright Drill i want you to. . ."Snipes was inturruted by a
"OVER THER, IMPERIAL SCUM!" and a hail of blaster fire, little of the fire flew wide, most of it hitting home, snipes grunted with the familiar pain of blaster; he hear drillies scream and mulat gasp. Snipes thanked any and all gods for their armor wich keep the blots from doing any serious damage.
Snipes watched as the men, "his" men stood up slowly and ran for cover while shooting back. nipes tried to issue some order but the drillies wher too frantic, Snipes team and some of the Drillies did respond to hio properly though and they laid down covering fire for eachother to in terns so they could get to any cover. available.
"Sergeant, they apear to be retreating therw a new door"JR pointed out. Snipes knew the "Sergeant" would have normaly been just Snipes, but was used to give the drillies some confidence.
"Alright, PFC, Mandor is it, Get over here and give us some cover fire with that LJ, JR, you help him, here"Snipes said taking his E-11/m and handing it to JR"This should be a bit more accurate than whatever you be using"Snipes nearly gasp at the acent that came off his tongue, it was one of the things nobody needed to know."Mandor hand me that E-11, i can make it work. Every body else, when those two say drop, drop, when they say run, run fast, we are going to try to fallow those bloody insects and see wher that goes. when me and the Drills secure the doorway, JR and Mandor will move up. as we cover them. any questions?"Snipes didnt wait for a reply"No, good. lets move"
Snipes gave them a few seconds to form up, he gave a signal and the duo began laying down some suppresive fire; Snipes rolled forward as he watched Rebels fall and retreat, if the rebels had formed up a decent resistance they could have easily overwhelmed the Snipes group, but as it wass all the troops seemed to care about was getting out. so they cut down many of the fleeing rebels.
"Drop!"JRs familiar voice in his ear
Snipes made the hand signal for drop, Snipes had forgotten to show the drills, but luckily they picked it up and dropped. blaster fire sounded over head as Snipes also sent some at the enemy.
"Run"
Snipes jumped up and ran, they wher about ten feet away and Snipes tossed a thermal into the milling mass of rebels who apeared to be in a state of confusion for some reason, Mulat and two drills fallowed his exaple, the result was many dead rebels and something near a tan.
"You two clean off those leaving up the door, the rest of you keep any more from getting into this hallway. Mulat, you go wiht the guys up the hall." Snipes didnt like sending the drillies off by themselves, but Mulat wasnt much more experianced than one, and that made Snipes uncomfortable.But Snipes didnt have time to dwell on it, he hid behind the door shooing a seemingly endless supply of rebels and useing explosives like candy. . .very expensive and fullfilling candy. Finaly the stream stopped and the tree returned from their foryay up the hall.
"Collect ammo and equipment, bring any survivors to me, exept you two, you keep watch"Snipes said pointing to two sick looking drillies, he thought he had heard one puke in his heltmet earlyer, that would be messy.Snipes searched threw a few bodys, not coming up with much more than a few credits, a small boot-vibroblade and an undamaged Heavy Blaster. Snipes knew some people didnt aprove of looing bodies, but Snipes lived by an old family motto, although he had heard it elsewher also, "All is Fair in Love and War"
"Sir,"Mandor inturupted
"Its SErgeant"
"Yes Si. . .ergeant, we found this one alive. . .barely"
SWnipes then noticed the other Drillie and the body they wher carrying between them.
"Drop him here, ill question him"
The two saluted of all things and left, quite literaly dropping the man. Snipes kneeled down over the man .
"Whats your name?"Snipes asked monotonely
"Major De'theric"The man coffed
"Wher wher you going Major"
"I dont know"
Snipes laughed
"You wher going some wher though?"
"Major Thendser De'theric, 8352100, I dont know"
Snipes rolled his eyes and asked him a few more questions, the man only gave him his rank name and serial number. Snipes shot him uncerimoniously in the fore head as he said his serial number for the seventeenth time.
"Over here!"JR called"We have a live one"
Snipes ran over to JRs possition near th3e middle of the carnage. Snipes reconized the man.Snipes punched him in the face.
"JR, i'll question him, you keep things moving, i dont want that door to be able to shut untill judjment day itself, and secure the area, we might be here awhile."
"Affirmitive"
Snipes turned back to the man sitting against the wall. another thing no one needed to know.
"You betrayed me Bethec, i should tur you over to the true interigators, just for what you did"Things they didnt need to know." how could you just leave me on that god forsaken planet"
Then man only smiled back at Snipes"So thats you Matthias, behind that mask, funny place for you eh? wonder how much your imperial freinds whould like to find out who you realy are? What you realy did before that unfortuneate runn in with the police, before the Emipre fell, im guessing you still tell them your 20, dont you."The man broke off into laughter wich was inturrupted by Snipes punching him again.
"YUou left me on tatooine to die you bloody bastard, i should kill you now. . .but sence i know you can be bribed you'll be of more use to me alive."Snipes reached under the front of his armor and withdrew three thousand credits he kept ther for just such and occasion, and pressed the money into Bethecs hand."Now make youself usefull, i need to know three things, wher dose this passage go, wher is a man named Shansta and how do i shut off this self destruct?"
Bethec smiled
"This passage is an escape routem so we dont all die in the self destruct explosion, Shansta is probably running away, but you should be able to find him in a large office structure a floor or two down, along with "Savior", dont ask, i dont know, im just playing a grunt for a lucritive contract. you cant turn off the self destruct unless you have one hell of a slicer,and i mean a hell of one, and sence i think i smell bile, i doubt you have one. now "Sergeant" can i go. . ."The man stopped as Snipes punched him again, this time knocking him out cold.
"get this man under gaurd, HEAVY gaurd, as heavy as we can afford."

OOC:well realy, i haveta gaurd a hall way, what am i going to come up with but a sick twist to my character and finding one of the escape routes?/OOC

 
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Formaly the Perpetual PFC
TRP/FTC/SGT Sniping101/CrazyRAIDERS/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH]
Fireteam Captain- Crazy RAIDERS Squad
Sanitys Last Stop

Frog strode into the room, with Dragoon and Sokudo in tow, the three of them wielding their repeaters like they knew how to use them. Looking over the situation, Frog's eyes landed first on the computer terminal, then on the two prisoners.

"Nice moustache," he chuckled, eyeing Buschelle up and down.

Grabbing Buschelle by his high-necked collar, he lifted him to his feet, and threw him up against the wall next to the computer terminal, shoved his repeater under his chin and grinned as he spoke, "So, now, how do we shut this thing off?"

Buschelle returned the smile pleasently, almost smugly, before speaking, "You can't. So you might as well just shoot us, and be done with it, eh?"

"Fair enough," Frog said, pushing himself off of Buschelle, he brought his repeater to bear on him. With a slight yelp, Buschelle ducked out of the way, to one side, landing on Vulture's boot. Frog opened fire, cutting a neat hole (or, as neat as you can get with a repeating blaster) around the computer terminal. Walking over, he unceremoniously yanked out the storage units.

Under Vult's evil grin, Buschelle got back to his feet, and brushed himself off with what little dignity he had left. Frog turned to Merrick, "So where did you find these guys?"

Merrick scribbled a quick diagram of what she knew of the lower level's layout, where she'd found the two prisoners, and the direction they'd be heading in.

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A minute later, Jester squad, and its two new prisoners found themselves in a small control room. Merrick had another look back out the door, "This must be it, the way they were coming from, they were either on their way here, or the way we came from, and theres no way they were getting out from there, unless they were going to cut the big one up into quarters to get him through the vents."

Over on the other side of the room, Shansta and Buschelle were starting to look a little bit less composed, under the watchful eye of the rest of Jester. Frog sighed, as he looked around the room. It would take time to find any hidden means of escape from the room, and even longer to get it open and working, without help from the captures rebels, and all that added upto time they didn't have. Looking at his chrono, Frog judged they had another 8 minutes before the place leveled itself.

Frog's concentration was broken by the snap-hiss of a lightsaber, and he turned to see Tylen cutting a door-shaped hole in the wall. Wandering over he raised an eyebrow at Tylen just as he finished.

Tylen shrugged, and said, "The one without any fashion sense kept looking at this particular panel, I got the feeling he was looking to make a run for it, so I played out a hunch."

"Good call," Merrick said, as she joined them, "Looks like a turbolift shaft if ever I saw one."

Frog had a quick peek inside too, "And Tylen's taken care of all the complicated security, I should be able to rig this up to run. I'd say theres only room for three of us to squeeze in at a time, so we're gonna have to do it in shifts."

Merrick nodded, "You take Dragoon and Tylen up there, secure the area, then we'll follow, two Jesters to a prisoner."

Frog mumbled an agreeance as he rigged his datapad upto the lift's controls. A few moments later he was on his way up, crammed behind the other two. The lift glided to a stop, and the door slid open with a quiet swish. The trio stepped out of the lift and Dragoon and Frog cocked their repeaters for effect.

"Ladies, ladies, ladies, this party is over!" Frog shouted, as the pressed the button to send the lift back down.

The small bay was occupied by a few NR officers, as well as a squad of troops, who promptly raised there rifles at the new threat. The squad leader pointed at the three with his pistol and yelled, "Theres only three! Get them!"

Tylen stepped out in front of his two comrades, and ignited his saber again, which made the troops freeze up just long enough for Frog and Dragoon to raise their rifles, and begin firing indiscriminately.

Merrick, Hashi and Buschelle arrived just as the brief and decisive firefight died down, and Merrick surveyed the scene with a pleased expression, "Dead troops and officers with brown pants, you guys are learning quick."

After glancing over the officers, and finding no-one of decent rank, the group tied them up and left them lying against a wall just as Vulture and Sokudo burst out of the lift, gasping for breath. They were followed by Shansta, who, by the look on his face, did indeed know at least some shame for his large girth.

Glancing around, Vult was quick to be first to state the obvious, "There's nothing here larger then a swoop, how are we supposed to transport prisoners out of here?"

Frog shrugged, "Maybe we could ride the big one down the hill like a sled."

Shansta looked taken aback, until he realised, or hoped, that they were kidding. Just then, the room was filled by the sounds of the swoops powering up.
 
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(-Vast Empire-) 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.

Fury had finally gotten some shut-eye and had missed the main event apparently.

Communications were back up with the planet and the news was not all that fabulous.  A small flotilla of ships had escaped the planet and were astrogated in a path that most likely led to the Calaron sector.

This was damn confusing until the news that Kuroishi had been captured live, which was itself a small miracle.  Knowing him for who he was, Fury knew that he would have to do the unthinkable and the most distateful thing possible.

Calling together a quick meeting of the bridge staff and some representatives from intelligence and communications, he commandeered a conference room and set a holovision set scanning for a particular pirate channel. 

"Um, sir, what is this all about?" asked an Ensign.

"Gimme a minute.  I know the damn network is here somewhere.  Ah! There it is. Right show too."  In the lower right corner of the screen was the show's name, "Death Cooking" with the star of the show barking out some unintelligible nonsense...at least until the translator protocol kicked it. 

"That's a damn wookiee.  What the hell is wrong with it?" asked an Intel weenie.

"You figure it out.  I always though he was Sith-tainted or something.  Those weak of stomach may not want to watch this."

"...and now, we inject some marrow," spoke the Deathwookie wearing the blood-stained 'Kiss the Wook' apron as he cracked what looked like a human femur and scooped the contents into a large pot.

"Impressive," muttered Fury.

"What is sir?" asked the now much paler Ensign. 

"Well, he used to never be patient enough to actually cook his food."  He heard a few gulps.

"Nevermind that.  The reason I am forcing you to watch this atrocity is because we have a captured stormtrooper, who likely got caught either trying to save lives or get to the bottom of our mission.  Or both.

"Either way, he's going to find a way to contact his old buddies, one of them being the star of our culinary program," as he thumbed back at the screen behind him.  "What I need from you guys is a team that will A) watch the show and B) get back to me the moment he brings in a special show about a spice, fungus, or creature from the Calaron sector.  Probably it will be a prison planet like Kessel or Akrit'tar , but it could be a more New Republic-friendly planet.  In any case, a list will be drawn up for it.  Keep at least two people in here at all times.

"And, I sincerely apologize for making you do this."

Fury left the conference room and made it back to the bridge with some of the staff in tow. 

"That's pretty sick General. All this on a hunch?"

"Yeah, and a damn good hunch too."  Coming to the bridge console, Fury found TK-112 still working through the latest dispatches.  "What have we got?"

"A total mess.  A lot of scattered resistance in force strength with a pending self-destruct situation."

"Any reason why we aren't there yet?  I mean, what resources do the enemy have left?"

"Nothing that will take down a VSD, sir.  That, and we've got a critical situation in the fortress and some live big-shot prisoners.  I'm still getting details on it now."

Fury turned around and found the Ensign in a group behind him.  "Don't worry about waking the captain.  Let's make a jump to an orbital patrol of Alzoc III.  Launch the Customs Corvette and whatever fighters we have and start intercepting anything leaving this rock.  The noncombatants have run off and now we start to close the vise."
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PRF/GEN Fury/VEA/TADATH/VE [SCP][PoC][SotE:HC][SotE:VEA][IOC]
Prefect - Stormtrooper Corps
Administrator - Imperial Center

Argon quietly slipped away as Raz and the others loaded cargo and equipment.  No matter what the rest of the squad needed, he owed Kuroishi far more than they could ever accumulate.

As he rummaged through an armory, he went over what he knew so far.

One, Kuroishi was wounded, quite wounded or he wouldn't have been captured in the first place.

Two, he was on board that transport that had just left, probably a medical transport.

Three, from the way they had been treating him, they knew exactly who he was, or at least the officers did.

Four, with that in mind, their first stop would likely be the nearest prison planet to lock him up as long as possible.

With that knowledge, a heavy blaster, two blaster pistols, eight grenades, and a few spare clips for the blasters, Argon started on a plan.

Using one of Tycho's old slicing programs, he hacked into the base computer with the base commander's access codes and checked out a map.

As he had expected, there was an area not listed on the standard issue map, obviously some kind of escape area that could be used in times of emergency.

When the base was blowing up, for example.

Dropping any pretense of order, he ditched for the room listed on the base plan as fast as he could, sending anyone in his way sprawling as he broke any type of record a human could set for speed.

He got there in two minutes, which, by his chronometer, gave him ten more minutes till the base destroyed itself.

For conveniences' sake, he put a beacon down in the bay, lighting up its electronic signature to give the other VE troops somewhere to get to for escape.

He took a look around, there were about two dozen swoops, and three raptor type speeder bikes.

Argon opted for the raptor type, speeding out of the hangar and into the mountains.

Activating the onboard computer, he found that a route had been pre-programmed into it, obviously to an evac point.

Logic dictated that there would be some kind of transport at an evac point, something he might be able to hijack in order to get Kuroishi back.

He spent seven minutes getting there, he hoped that the rest of the VE troops had gotten out of the base and that his beacon had helped a bit.

As he arrived, he found three regular and three raptor style speeders and swoops already there, six rebels standing around them talking.

As his speeder approached, they began to notice and turn in his direction.

Seeing a Whiphid on a speeder that had obviously been intended for an officer they knew probably surprised them, but not as much as when Argon let loose with the laser cannon, blowing their speeders and swoops to scrap, the shockwave scattering the rebels.

Zooming past, Argon tossed a grenade at the area where they had been.

As he turned around, a satisfactory explosion ripped the ground apart.

From where he sat, the area looked clear, but he hadn't been watching to make sure they all died.

Behind him, he heard a dense rumble as the base exploded, he sincerely hoped the escape had gone off well.

Landing, he unslung his heavy blaster rifle and prepared for more Rebels to arrive.

Hopefully he could hijack the transport easily enough, then it would just be a matter of following that medical ship.

[OOC: Sorry for my long absence, Thanksgiving break, then "dead week", then finals week...  But yeah, I'm going to be going on leave again soon, but I hope to at least finish this before I do.  Cosmic, I don't know if it's okay if I kill that commander of yours, if not, I left enough wiggle room to say he's hiding somewhere near there.  Enjoy]
 
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Argon Viper
IW COL Argon Viper{ret}
Fallen Angel and Proud of It!
"History is on the move, those who cannot keep up will watch from a distance, and those who get in our way will not watch at all" - Grand Admiral Thrawn
"In combat, second place is only the last to die."- Anonymous
"Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses" - Carl G Jung

Angel Dee and snake had just finished cleaning up the squad they were battling, when Rizzit came over the com.

"Angel, pull back and get the hell out of there. Meet back up with snipes and pull all our troops back to the sleds, we need to get out of the base NOW."

"Roger that." Angel shut off the com, "Dee, snake, change of plans, were evac-ing now. We've got 7 minutes to grab the rest of raiders and drill and get back to our sleds."

Angel opened the com to Rizzit again, "Sir, what about Shansta? what happened to our objective?"

"It appears as though Jester stole him from us. They captured him and a general  down in the control room as they were trying to escape. Cosmic and I are on our way back to you now, turns out those two officers were full of crap, so cosmic...umm...'dispatched' them."

"roger that, wish we could have done our job, but hey, as long as it gets done right?" Angel responded.

Dee snake and angel reached Snipes and the others as they were cleaning up the mess they made.

not even pausing to chat, angel shouted over his shoulder "Snipes move out!!!"

he heard the Drillies fall in step. Angel picked up the pace, doubling his speed. He reached what remained of the first blaster door he had downed, then reached the hanger bay door. Carelessly sprinting through, he had only the slight wrrrrr of the turbolasers to warn him as they tracked him and opened fire. The first blast hit to his left, sendig him flying across the bay. The next blast hit where he used to be standing.

Through the smoke laser fire and chunks of duracrete flying through the air, he heard a distinct scream. Crawling for cover behind some crates, he looked back and saw Mulat screaming in pain. As the dust settled Angel realized that mulat only  had 1 leg left. Once again the stank, rotten smell of charred flesh filled the room, and Angel's throat filled with bile. Seeing the rest of Drill and Raiders dive for cover, the turbolasers tracking their every move, Angel whipped around his X-1 to try and take out the cannons.

WOW, he thought, this thing has gotten lighter then he looked down and saw that the turbolaser blast had cleanly removed half of his rifle. Throwing the useless weapon aside, Angel caught a glimpse of Rizzit and Cosmic taking cover just outside the hanger door. Looking back Angel saw the lasers tracking back to Mulats position.

Dropping his pack he sprinted for his fallen comrade. i'm not going to make it was the only thought running through his mind. he reached Mulat and shoulder checked him out of the way just as the turbolaser opened fire.

the bolt hit behind Angels left foot. sending him flying once more. the intense heat melted his armor, searing it into the back of his leg. he screamed in pain, then plowed into the hanger wall. he felt ribs crack, and saw stars in his eyes. then the stars faded out of view, and the world began to spin. he tried to pick himself up, but his legs refused to move. he looked over and saw rizzit running towards him.

The corner of his vision began to fade to black as he saw the lasers tracking back to him. Then all he knew was darkness, and the world faded from him...
 
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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."