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Urakai
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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
March 16, 2007 2:24:47 AM    View the profile of Urakai 
Medic
Minor Injuries
Bacta Therapy


... bacta vial and... anti-trauma! Urakai thought, trying to remember the simple tools used in medpacks as he walked up the stairs.

Medpack, advanced medpack and... emergency medpack?

The overhead guide signs flashed in basic printing, leading Urakai up towards the bacta and therapy floor.

"Urakai," a voice came as Urakai walked though the door, "please try and be on time. I was supposed to be on my break ten minutes ago."

"What? Man, a short lesson. I'm only a half an hour late." Urakai responded with humour.

Not taking it funny, Kark said, "No, I was going to teach you, let you go solo and practice, then I come back, but you leave me no choice now."

Kark moved toward the wall where there was a control panel, blinking with the room settings. Kark fingered the little pad and as the last button was pressed, a robotic voice through it, alarming the words stand by. Within seconds, an engraved rectangle board on the floor slid to the side, allowing a long table to slip up and out. As the table moved up, Urakai saw the different tools on it as well as a transparent metal pad. Kark motioned Urakai to move toward him as he hovered over the table.

"As you might have guessed, I want to teach you about bacta therapy before you advance in your training. It's a two day course, but to understand the high expectations of a medic, you must have this basic knowledge." Kark explained.

Then Kark moved onto testing Urakai, "If someone is hit from a long range normal blast in the rib, will they die even if you are right next to them, ready to treat them?"

"Um, no?" Urakai guessed, trying to think of the impact of the blast.

"You are guessing. Ok, never mind, I will teach you bacta therapy today, so please Urakai, if you truly wish to be a medic, pass this, for you will ultimately need it to even think of being a combat medic." Kark responded, turning his attention to a blue vial on the table.


Picking it up, he showed it to Urakai who took it to study what liquid it contained, "This is a very basic bacta tube; you will always have at least two in live missions. What I want to teach you is the various methods of applying it to humanoid wounds and containing it."

After admiring the unique design of the lid pouring out only drops at a time to save much needed bacta, Urakai asked, "So I'm going to be very good at this after tomorrow's pathology lesson, if I'm learning bacta therapy today..."

"Yes, but I won't be showing you the pathology terms of this until tomorrow, so ultimately you will know what I'm talking about today because it won't have much to do until tomorrow. What good are the techniques I was going to show you, without knowing where to put them? So first I will show you everything about bacta therapy, and then tomorrow I will show you how it must be applied to the humanoid body through pathology." Kark answered.

Kark then pulled out a medkit and pulled out the tools within it, showing them all to Urakai. With detailed depth, he explained how much more useful it was other than just applying bacta patches to the wound.

"Bacta is like a healing disinfectant." Kark began, "The bacta patch, for instance is not only used for wounds, it is used to clean the blood spilled, and mostly used, by experienced medics, to clean out the wound of dirt or any other effective substance that could hold a virus or bug of some sort."

Next, Kark pulled out the anti-trauma and with it explained, "You know by the name of its purpose, but think outside the box of its uses. It calms the person down and gives them better control of their reflexes, but what if they already have that to them? The effects go further and are quite spectacular; you could use it when you capture an enemy for interrogation, it can make their mind slow, only been able to think of one thing, what if they kill me?

Urakai found this increasingly interesting and thought of it as very useful information for the battlefield so he asked for a datapad to take notes. Over the time, he was learning many things about different medical instruments outside of its purpose. By the end, Urakai was ready to be taught the fundamentals for bacta therapy.

"Let me show you the escape way of combat medical therapy." Kark said, taking Urakai down to the end of the room, where large tubes filled with bacta were connected to metal holding devices.

Kark soon flipped a switch which turned the back lights on, revealing them fully as Kark explained, "Bacta tanks. Used for extensive repair of basically any body. There is even a surgical direction pad to control the way the bacta heals. It is a great piece of work, and easy to use although I won't teach you today, best saved for one when you will actually need to know about it."

Kark then looked to Urakai with a serious face, "You will be pushed to limits as a medic, sometimes given no choice but to treat in live combat, maybe even extreme live threatening terrains. Understand this, those troopers are trained top notch, but are still only aware of one thing when it comes to man down; bacta patch and run. However, as a trained medic, you will learn this; bacta will heal, but sometimes it does not travel through the body as far as the damage, so only sealing off the passage to the main cause. You must learn to, in the toughest of circumstances, to repair the inside before it is sealed away by the healing bacta. Now don't get me wrong, you could just apply a bacta stim to the insides that weren't quite reached, but it sometimes is not as easy as that. The tissue might be disordered, or an organ might be entirely destroyed. Now if that ever did happen, the patient would most likely be dead, but if he isn't, you've got a serious problem."

After taking in all the information, Urakai began to understand the importance of a medic, and the overall role of it. This was a choice Urakai was to think about, sacrificing his life, his own life for those who needed to live. This hardened Urakai's heart, and set his mind to focus on his goal; becoming a fully experienced Combat Medic.

Soon Kark had brought Urakai back to the table where at the click of buttons on the side of the metal table, a hologram cube popped out the top of the table and began to project a humanoid body. The next hours were spent of this simulated humanoid, exploring what wonders bacta could provide in repairing a body. Then came the test, Kark had a designated time of when the patient would die but did not reveal it to Urakai, and so pulled out a timer to see how long it would take Urakai to save the life.

"Now that you have the basic idea of places that are vulnerable to blaster shots, you will understand this. Ok, the patient has three blasts to the body, two on each shoulder and one on the upper left leg." Kark began, trying to remember how this test was run, seen as how it was a long time since he had trained any medics, "The patient is suffering from blood loss and, in some time, he will die. GO!"

Kark began the timer as Urakai pulled the medpack out, shuffling through the tools. As he did, Urakai leaned over to examine each wound. Each was a simple wound to a normal trooper, but to Urakai's eye, the leg had a serious muscle burnt away and in such a position, each side was angled away from the other side. If normal bacta was applied to it, the muscle would be regenerated in an awkward way, giving a physical disability to the patient.

It would be hard to try and fix the problem, and if it wasn't hard enough, Kark put massive pressure on Urakai by simple words, "If you fail this, you fail the lesson."

Urakai was too stressed to solve this problem. Precious seconds were wasted by Urakai trying to calm down. You can do this. Don't think about time. Do your best. Urakai took charge of his body, noticing the patients emotions. He quickly grabbed the anti-trauma that soon put the patient to rest, and then he began to clean out the blast wounds that appeared to be splashed in mud. By this view, Urakai assumed it was a muddy battlefield, either that or a very wet one, but the thought only came to him for a few seconds as he forwarded his attention to killing germs.

Though one of the wounds was more critical than the other two, Urakai still began to treat them exactly the same until he patched the two shoulder wounds up. This, was the moment Urakai would show that he could do something right in his life, something to seal his life for. Then he remembered that a tiny organism could feed bacta enough information to regenerate. With the transarentsteel pad which he picked up, he moved it over the leg wound, where it referenced the muscle and the burnt, torn pieces of it. One by one, with small metal picks, Urakai pieced the muscle tissue into order, placing burnt bit over burnt bit. It was in no order, and there weren't many pieces Urakai could place with the pick, but with the organism's information, Urakai hoped it would take it back to its regular stage. With that, he began to dose the wound with bacta once more, and once the procedure was done, a humongous sigh of relief shot through his mind.

The simulation began to fuzz before retreating back into the hologram cube as all the blood on the picks began to fade and the patch patches that were attached to the body fell back onto the table, bloodless.

Turning back to Kark, who was looking down at the small timer, Urakai asked with a hopeful voice, "Did I pass?"

Comments: Good work. I like the sense of humor noticed in the story. Definately a pass.

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Urakai

*Dark Dragoons*

ASL/CPL Urakai/2SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA [LoR] [RoM]
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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
March 16, 2007 6:17:00 PM    View the profile of Typex3 
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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
March 16, 2007 6:20:47 PM    View the profile of Typex3 
Level 4: Battlefield Analysis
Story 1: Battlefield Analysis

.... It was a stormy day at the Specialization Academy, the clouds pouring heavy rain and the thunder roaring while lightning scared off even the most courageous troopers. From beneath the soaking rain and plundering lightning, Technician in training Typex3 ran to the nearest building for some cover until the storm subdued. A few minutes passed the young Lance Corporal took a seat on the Cantina Campus building he had been on during the storm. Typex3 looked at the time on his military Data-pad. The trainee had enough time to study before the course began in 30 minutes. He grabbed his books from underneath his arm and began to review all his subject selections from the previous courses. Although Typex3 had clear knowledge of all these courses, his retirement from the Stormtrooper Corps gave him a difficult time trying to remember important details about previous courses. After a good 30-minute review of passed specialization courses, Typex3 headed to the main Academy building at the second floor where he had been enlisted to take an advanced course called "Battlefield Analysis".

The halls where quite empty since most of the academy students had never reach such an advanced level of proficiency on specialization courses. With a delighted smile and a positive energy, Typex3 walked through the automatic door that led to the class. He sat down and waited for instructions from his proctor. Once the class got settles and everyone has settled a COM-link, Sergeant 1st Class Ryan L'heart: Combat Slicer and instructor for the specialization Academy began to brief instructions.

"I welcome you all; I'm Sergeant 1st Class Ryan. I'll be instructing several advanced courses, until you'll graduate. It is upon my duty to prepare you to face obstacles and defeat them on a battlefield. A good Communication Technician must use knowledge along with data to analyze the battlefield, in order for your squad to have a heads up of what's coming.  Deploying strait on without any recognition of the battlefield is absurd. It is your job to provide information as quick as possible and accurately to your squad unit. Terrain will play a big part in the analysis, as well as what amount of soldiers, traps, or other such obstacles await in various areas."

You all will use specialized personal trooper laptops. Instead of a simulation, you must analyze the battlefield via-laptop to be able to get accurate enemy readings, terrain obstacles and overall geographical analysis. But, wait&. There's a catch, the program simulator will not tell you your tasks, the only clue it will tell you is to provide a simulation squad the necessary data analysis of the battlefield. Once the program has realized that, you succeeded to help your squad. You will get a score from 1-6 depending on how fast and professionally you have executed the job. Carry on troopers! "

Typex3 wasted no time after the Sergeant ended his briefing. The trooper logged in his information on the program and read the instructions before beginning.

* Time: 1:00 HR
* Terrain: Desert, Temperature: 90% Fahrenheit
* Objective: Provide your squad with information on enemy units, survival, and traps along the battlefield. The squad must survive on the heat, severe injuries to any squad member will cause for course invalidation, the squad has 1:00 to return alive to the Imperial Training Camp. Advice your Leaders on which route is safest and the quickest on this survival mission. You must provide communication at all times with your squad.


Typex3 used his various transcribers to detect lifelines on the area except the squad mates. After successfully detecting 300 rebellion clone troopers scattered through the area,Typex3 began to contact the Squad Leader and the Assistant Squad Leader to have a briefing before the squad deployed on the mission.

" Leader and Assistant Leader, I have found enemy readings stationed 1.5 miles west from your location, be careful, there is an approximate of 20 enemy members deployed on the area. I suggest traveling west until you have reached a mile. Then the squad might need to take a detour to an underground tunnel underneath the desert. That will give you cover from mines and enemy units. Once you reach the nearest tunnel after traveling west for a mile, I'll contact you on the situation. Until then, be very careful, the enemy is stationary, but may move at any discretion."

After a good 20 minutes, Typex3 finds that the enemy has felt the presence of unanimous troopers nearby. The enemy unit heads East traveling slowly as Typex3 had visualized on his personal laptop. Typex3 contact the squad leaders immediately:

" Leaders, The enemy units .5 miles west from your position had started to mobilize. I suggest you go northwest from your location until you find the nearest tunnel. It's hard to distinguish it's a tunnel, but you will notice a 500 feet elevation mountain next to the door that leads to the tunnel. Find it and continue to travel north along the tunnel until you can't no more. Then take a sudden left to the west and exit the tunnel, finding yourself out of mines and possible enemy threats."

The squad searched for the mountain at the northwest and found it after 10 minutes of searching. The old rusty door opened and led the squad into a tunnel that extended largely and had narrow pathways. The squad continued to scout north, and took a left at the third pathway they found. They exited the tunnel with fatigue under the burning sun.

Typex3 grabbed the commlink and once again communicated with the squad leaders, with 30 minutes to spare

"Now walk 1.5 miles northeast avoiding the mines on the east, there you will find the base"

The simulator program finished after 20 minutes later, Typex3 was thrilled with exciment and was ready to view his scores.

Communication Skills: 5
Battlefield Analysis: 5
Time Elapsed: 50 minutes
Overall: 5


*Passed*

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DarkDragoons Communication Technician

[VE-ARMY] Stormtrooper Corps

TRP/LCP TYPEX3/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/TADATH/VEA/VEEC [EW:2C]

~ Death Unseen ~



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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
March 16, 2007 6:31:14 PM    View the profile of Typex3 
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DarkDragoons Communication Technician

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~ Death Unseen ~



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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
March 27, 2007 3:27:08 AM    View the profile of Urakai 
Medic
Minor Injuries
Pathology (humanoid)


"Let's take this up a level, Tam!" Urakai shouted, swinging his vibro blade around to a defence stance.

As he did, the four doors on each wall of the room slid open as two NR Elite troopers walked through each door. The lights dimmed as the eight walked towards Urakai, each equipped with an L-2 rifle, stun baton, vibro knife and flexible armour, hanging off it were proximity mines and a grapple hook. Urakai, standing in his no helmet stormtrooper armour, was instantly bound by a grappling hook that shot loose from the elite's knuckle gloves. The grapple had twirled around Urakai making him spirally bound, but the grapple was easily cut loose by Urakai's vibro blade.

Once free, Urakai dived for the shooter, avoiding the blaster fire now let loose by the L-2s. Urakai dive-rolled on the ground and pulled his vibro blade up far enough to lunge at the elite trooper. The trooper easily moved his body to the side, only allowing Urakai to pierce the thick shoulder armour. As a new array of blaster fire occurred, Urakai quickly front flipped over the trooper and stuck his blade into the torso, not only killing the elite but providing a shield. Soon, Urakai pulled the proximity mines off the belt of the elite and threw them into the squad of elite. This made things a bit more complicated as it did not disrupt the squad about from disperse them around the room.

Quickly, Urakai swung the body across the metal floor, distracting the troopers enough for Urakai to swing through his vibro blade threw the air, smashing into an elite arm. With a cry of pain, the elite trooper blindly opened up blaster fire on Urakai, which was really whizzing past and almost hitting the other elites. Urakai quickly jumped out of the stream of blaster fire and ran up to the attacking trooper, pulling out his blade and slicing off his head. Urakai then grabbed the trooper's L-2 and, with admiration for the New Republics one military success, opened fire with the heavy accurate rifle.

Before anything else happened, the room began to fuzz and eventually into fading static as lights beamed on up in the viewing platform/control room. Wasn't even in here for ten minutes.

"Urakai." a loud voice said over the com mic.

"Yeah yeah, I know. Medic training." Urakai responded as he headed for the door.

Urakai dropped the sim blade on the rack and the armour off in the changing room. After changing into his clothes, he walked outside the building, where the fresh smell of air strengthened him on his way to the medical center. He neared the tall building and noticed the medical supplies being shipped into the building from the back of the building.

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                                    PATHOLOGY (Study of the body) LEVEL
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/ Door

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=          |              Advanced Pathology                      |
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Urakai soon entered the Pathology level in the building, built up on the fourth story. As the small lift tube slowed down and halted, the door opened, revealing a long hall, another turbo lift also attached to it. Urakai remembered the instructions Kark had explained after he had passed the second phase of level 1. Now, only this course laid in his way. As Urakai stepped out and to his slight left, he saw a door that read 'Humanoid Pathology'. Urakai walked across the red floor towards the grey steel tinted door and as he neared, the door slid to the side and opened.

Stepping inside the lit room, Urakai was greeted by Kark who sat up from his seat next to the medium sized holographic projector, "Welcome to the pathology room. In case you are wondering, pathology, in this instance, is the study or science of the humanoid body. Everything from a mediclorian to the organs."

"Nice." Urakai said as his head was looking around the room and walls filled with medical holograms, pictures, sculptures of the humanoid body and of the major parts of the body.

Even off the room was writing large enough to read about the body, and on the floor were tables, technical tables programmed to explain different body parts and in the middle was the large projector. Kark was running a holographic program that, by the looks of the holographic body being labelled in different areas and a voice being projected with it, was a pathology course.

"This medic training is well organised. Couldn't have picked a better time in the course to learn about the body parts." Urakai mentioned as he walked up to the hologram projector, still flickering around the room.

Kark broke the silence in wasting to time to train Urakai, "Ok then, Urakai, follow me to this table over here. This will show you how the body is basically formed."

Urakai followed Kark in the knowledge crowded room towards the table. On top was an engraved technical pad with detailed information on the human body and to the sides were small holograms of humanoid bodies rotating.

"So, we have the organs, the lungs, brain, intestines, liver heart and stomach. Each is inside that terminal, with very detailed descriptions of its purpose, actions and appearance." Kark explained as he lifted a data key up infront of Urakai.

Smiling at Kark's though on this subject, he took the key with the implanted organ info.

"Each table that is closer to the back gets more detailed in the human body. Understand that this level is opened for you as long as you stay a medic. Think of it as a humanoid library. It will be useful until you step up to the Advanced Pathology." Kark smiled as Urakai flipped through the console files.

Urakai was deep in reading the anatomy of the human body by the time he had finished with the organs table. At which time, he had not notice Kark walk down to the holographic table and flip a few switches. The room began to dim and everything was dark except the light from the few holograms around the room and the light from the consoles. This, Urakai did notice as he turned around, to see a large scale of the human body being projected in the middle of the room, and with this, a large narrator voice shattered the silence by booming, The humanoid body. A complex form of most species, filled with... Urakai's mind drifted off as he walked towards the projection, and took a seat, arming his mind with knowledge...

Several hours had passed now, and Urakai had lost track of time until the projection ended with the words, "Keep your course steady, and the rest will be a garden walk."

"Very, very impressive holofilm. Teaches everything one needs to know about the humanoid body. Now Urakai, are you ready to take the three hour test?" Kark asked.

"I think, I'll need to take another look around." Urakai began, and at Kark's nod, he hopped up to the second last table from the back.

He was reading through the passages for the brainwaves and muscle respondents when he thought he had taken enough in.

"Alright." Urakai said with a confident voice.

"Good then, and remember Urakai, this test is only of basic, the parts that would need to be treated or fixed." assured Kark.

Right then. Urakai thought to himself as he walked up to the console Kark was pointing at.

Keeping his mind active on the humanoid functions, organs and necessities such a blood, Urakai was confident. As he moved into contact with the screen, it lit up, and Urakai found it in the opening for the pathology test.

Soon, it showed its first question in a passage through explaining the functions of the organs. Easily Urakai answered it, but to his surprise, it didn't do anything but move to the next question. A sweat fell from Urakai's brow, as he realised it would be reviewed by Kark. The questions were not answered by a list, but from the own descriptions Urakai chose to use. Urakai soon understood the purpose of this test, and began answering with much more complex explanations for reasons the humanoid body functioned this way, or how the liver was relevant to human living or life.

Question 126..... how... blood pumped... heart... minute... hmmm. Depends on activity of the body, but will pump at least.... Damn it.. I don't know... Urakai tried not to stress, it was only on of a few questions in the test he left blank. All Urakai could do as answer with what he knew, knowing he couldn't guess.

By the time Urakai was done with the last question, 132, Urakai was mentally finished for the day. His eyes were now lingering half open and wasn't sure on how he did.

Kark smiled as he said, "Good work Urakai. You lasted longer than I thought. Now take this program I was projecting, you'll need it to study."

He handed Urakai a holo disk which Urakai took enthusiastically.

"Why don't you get some rest and I'll inform you of your results soon." Kark offered, taking a computer chip out of the console.

Ten minutes later, Urakai was lying down on his bed, hugging the pillow, as his mind drifted off and flashed through the day.

 
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Urakai

*Dark Dragoons*

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March 27, 2007 7:30:29 PM    View the profile of Twin Blade 
Heavy Weapon Spec.
Precision Range Shooting
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TB sat in his bunker. He grinned. He had been given a few days after his last few specs in order to recover from the stiff muscles he had complained about. After a couple days of complaining, he had been given a few days off. He smiled as he stretched out of his bed, and sat upright. All the things that have happened in the last few days were amazing. He was finally full-filling his dreams as a trooper. As he got up he saw again the picture of his uncle and him, both grinning to there fullest. It reminded himself of home. What it had felt like. Around the people was with now, it felt like he had a new home.

As TB moved his head side to side and cracked it, he looked at his watch. [i] Lets see... Oh no...[/i] TB leapt out of his bed as he sprinted at the door, and closed it quietly so that his other teammates wouldn't wake up. He went out as he stretched in between of these so not to be stiff when he went in. He had been given the Precision Range Shooting coarse for today. He didn't think it would be hard but he knew inside that what you don't expect usually comes back and bits you. As the clone soldier walked into the building, his teacher that was there for all the courses was grinning ear to ear when he entered. "Ah, you have made it. We have been waiting for you for the past few days... I do believe you remember me, though if you don't, my name is Cyril." The spunky man moved energetically around the room talking about how to handle a gun. He looked around carefully throughout the room. "I do believe you all can handle this coarse."

The group went outside. From there, they had been taken from a plane carrier to their destination. A remote island the small group of troopers they group had been taken to. They all had dumbfounded looks as the plane carrier dropped them off. Cyril smiled again; he had a knack of doing so during these exercises. He looked upon his group again, when he started to speak. "You all have been doing good so far, I believe you can all make it through just like in all the other courses. You will need to cross this island and make it to the other side. Here's the catch though! You will have to be hitting targets to the best of your ability. Do you think you all can do that?" Cyril stopped midway through his sentence and let the words set in. The little group nodded yes as Cyril continued. "Very good...now you all know that I can't go with you on your spec. What I can do though, is know how you hit the targets. Your helmets that you have put on have microchips I have inputted in them. That will allow me to see how accurate you fired and how much you fired..." With that, Cyril grabbed hold of the rope and had the carrier go to the other side of the island were it would pick up the group.

TB looked over at his teammate. Pairs of two were being divided in order to keep things complete. There were three different paths to the other side of the island, and three different groups of two. This had worked to their advantage. It was a blistering hot day out. Air conditioning from the clone suits helped very well with this though. TB and his partner looked at each other with very confident looks. TB was very sure of himself and in his teammate. The view of the island was magnificent. When they started on the road, it had been just gravel. As they moved on, neat waterfalls with nicely placed rocks by the sides of them were set.

A red beam lightly placed itself on TB's teammate. As TB looked over, he saw the beam as he dove his partner into the ground. As he did so, a blast could be heard and was soaring overhead of the pair of soldiers. TB raised his rifle as he got on his knee, ignoring another shot that was sent barely missing his left hand side. He quickly looked through the slit on the top as he followed the orders Cyril had given him at the beginning.

He steadily pressed his hand on the trigger as a shot soared through the air and hit the driod in the middle of the chest. Shrapnel was sent hurdling through the air. As TB and his teammate covered behind two huge rocks, overhead...two more driods appeared. Targets had been painted on the head and on the chest. His partner nodded at TB and vice versa. A simple tactic used in the trooper world, one would send a distraction to get the attention of one, while the other trooper took decent aim and fired when necessary. TB's partner jumped onto the rock as he sent dozens of shots on the driods. He dared not hit them though as they would lower his score.

TB when around his rock as he looked again through the slit. Plants on the other side covered him as he took aim. He quickly pressed his trigger...and he did so to fast. The shot just missed the driod as it turned and locked onto the location were the shot had came from. More shots were fired upon TB as he lunged forward then coming into a roll. He ended up not more then 15 feet away from the driods with targets on there self's. He didn't take aim but just fired. TB really didn't feel like getting shot on at the moment, as quickly after firing and successfully hitting one driod, side stepped a shot and retaliated with a shot back. By luck...or by coincidence ... the shot collided with the driod and it fell to the ground still fidgeting.

TB smiled as he helped his partner back up. He had been shot at in the arm and was still recovering from getting shot. TB looked at him with a little grin. "You going to be ok until the end...?" He asked, with his little grin. His partner looked up, then coughing once replied with "Yeah man, I go all the way." TB looked at him. "Your almost about as energetic as Cyril..." His partner let out a small laugh at this statement when they both got back up and continued on their ways. The path kept going. TB and his partner meet a few more driods but that was about it.

Cyril was waiting for them. TB and his teammate were the first people that had made it back. Cyril clapped after the other teams of two had made it back. It was tedious work going through the target coarse and TB hadn't expected going to an Island to do so. Like they said though, what you usually suspected didn't happen. TB roared out loud when Cyril had left for a short while, then had came back with the results. TB and his partner had done the best by using their tactics and skill. "You have all done well!" Cyril said when seeing the sad faces of the other squad members that were in the training coarse. "You have tried your best..and that is all I can ask for!"

Later in the day, TB looked out the window of his bunker when he got back from his tedious day. You could say he could concur with the hard work that he had done in the last few days. He deserved his spot as a Heavy Weapons Spec, and would not let anything get in his way of it. He turned off the light in his room, as the picture of him and his uncle remained, the two of them smiling...


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Kairo
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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
March 28, 2007 9:02:17 PM    View the profile of Kairo 
(OOC On a side note, I realize I am no longer in DD, but I couldn't just put this in a random place. This is where all my other VC specialty stories are.)

Certification Story 3:
  Squad Leader's Choice: AT-ST:  (That's right, this was supposed to be done so long ago that I would have still had a squad leader. )

  Licking flames danced around the carnage of a once proud colossus. Swirling embers stung a man's exposed, grime-stained face as tears instantly evaporated off his face. He didn't care about himself anymore. Dropping to his knees, he slammed his fist down on a metal plate. Steam started to mist off his body as the accumulated water droplets boiled.

  The roar of heated air bellowed in his ears, but he was already deaf to the world. Blond hairs were lifted off his face from the rising updraft created from cooler air currents flowing beneath the hot air. Rain sizzled and steamed against the fire and heated metal. Water and fire created an angry dance around the man. A dance he felt in his heart. Pain started to thrust its way through his clothes, digging into his legs first.

  "Get out of there man. There's nothing you can do!" A voice called out from a direction, but he ignored it. Did I do this too? Why couldn't I stop it? Valtrina...

__________________________ Two Days Earlier ______________________________

  "You know I love the outdoors and all, Val, but isn't it getting a little late?" After abducting a shuttle and flying to one of the many forests on Tadath, Valtrina had led Kairo for almost two hours without slowing down, and the sun was beginning to set.

  "What, are you starting to lose you instincts slave boy?" She taunted. "It isn't too much farther."

  When will she quit calling me that? Glancing around, Kairo still couldn't tell how she knew where she was going in the tangle of vines and leaves, unless she'd been here many times before. "You sure you aren't lost? It seems like we're going around in circles."

  Turning around, she gave him one of her many looks, this one stopping him in his tracks. A bright smile bloomed on her face, making him realize he had said something even worse than he thought. "You don't trust me? Or better yet, my sense of direction?" The smile had turned to a feral grin, but the look in her eye told otherwise to those who knew her.

  "Never. Lead on," Kairo motioned to continue, shining one of his bright smiles back.

  As she pushed her way through another tangle of vines, Kairo couldn't help but admire her figure, especially in the tight fitting suit she was wearing today. It seems like woman like to show off as much as guys... just differently. "You going to stand there all day admiring me or are you going to follow?" Valtrina said over her shoulder. Either that, or they like making guys feel bad when they get caught looking at them, even when they're dating. Stepping over a fallen log, Kairo pushed the vines aside and began to follow once again.

  The forest was teaming with life, though it would seem empty to those not used to it. After living on Dathomir for a large part of his life, Kairo knew what every sound was in a forest. Even if the animals were different from planet to planet, the general sounds they made were the same. The way their feet thudded on the ground or their wings beat the air. The amount of twigs they snapped or other noises they made. Listening closely, Kairo could here the chirping of the nocturnal birds begin. A part of him felt at home. His earliest memories were from traversing the jungles of Dathomir with his hunting teacher. Though he was young at the time, he remembered every day clearly and explicitly. He assumed he could do it because those years had also been filled with pain and hardship, beyond the kind a human should experience. "You ok?" Valtrina's voice asked.

  Shaking himself from his troubled thoughts, Kairo looked to see that he was standing at the edge of a lake with Valtrina staring right into his eyes. "Uh, yeah, I was just," Kairo paused for a second, collecting himself, "Thinking."

  "You still can't forget can you?" she asked, a look of worry crossing her face for a minute, but it was quickly replaced with a cool expression. "We're almost there. Try to look where you're going next time. It would kinda ruin the evening if you got sopping wet." Walking off around the water's edge, Kairo quickly caught up then put his arm around her waist. A short march later and they had reached a rocky outcropping that extended into the lake. Picking her way to the tip of the natural formed pier, Valtrina placed the bag she had been carrying on the ground and sat down next to it. "We'll we're here."

  "You do realize it is almost dark, and we only took leave time for a day, meaning we have to be back tomorrow by thirteen hundred hours, right?" Kairo asked as he climbed over a large boulder to sit down beside her.

  "You worry too much. The return trip to the ship will be a lot quicker." Valtrina responded as she opened the bag and started to rummage inside it.

  "Ah, right, and how is that?" Kairo glanced around the lake while there was still light enough to see clearly. "Plus, why did we come here with our free time?"

  "You'll see." She answered, coming out of the bag with a sleeping bag followed closely by a few canisters of food. "And to your first question, we'll get back quicker, because I took the long way to get here today. The ship is right behind those trees. It should only take ten minutes to get there tomorrow morning." She looked across the food at Kairo and opened the first canister. Mouth agape, Kairo was stunned for a minute then began to laugh. She joined him a minute later. It was their special type of humor. They understood each other better than anyone else could dream of obtaining, at least that's what Kairo believed. She had been on Dathomir as well; daughter of the family that had owned him. After he escaped the planet, she had been given the task to track him down and bring him back, but once she found him, she had found she had escaped a type of imprisonment as well. Each of them never wanted to go back, and in each other had found the only piece of the planet they had missed.

  As their laughter subsided, the sun had finally set, and night had fallen across the forest and lake. Picking up one of the canisters of food, Kairo poked at the contents. "So, what is this?" he asked, spooning a bit into his mouth. From the moment it entered his mouth, flames seemed to erupt in his sinuses and pallet. Choking it down, Kairo grabbed a cup she had placed on the ground and scooped up some of the lake water, not caring if it was dirty. After chugging down the whole cup, he let out a pleasant sigh.

  "Hmm, maybe I added a bit too much spice. Well, it was supposed to be Ahrisa, but the recipe has been around a long time. The record had a few missing gaps. By the way, I brought some Corellian Ale too." Pulling out a thermos which had kept the drink cool, she added, pointing out toward the lake, "It's about to start."

  Picking up a different canister than the Ahrisa, Kairo hoped it was something a bit safer as he turned his head to look where she was pointing. At first, it seemed there was nothing to look at, but as the night grew darker, tiny lights seemed to appear from no where, buzzing and flitting above the lake surface. The number of them seemed to grow and grow, and as complete darkness fell, the lights looked to be both below and above the smooth surface of the water. Brilliant white lights swirled around each other, adding their light to those of the stars above. Kairo soon forgot all about his food and just watched, fascinated. Before his eyes, it seemed the universe was being created. Stars were being born, and a moment later winked out. Soon, the entire lake was covered with the mass of tiny lights and the motions seemed to calm. The lights had settled on the surface of the water, floating peacefully on its crystal surface. "I told you that you would like it." Valtrina's voice poked into Kairo's head.

  Turning his head to look at her, he forgot what he was going to say. Bathed in the lights from the lake, she seemed to almost glow, adding to her already natural beauty. Leaning over, he kissed her, wanting to seal the moment in his mind for all eternity. Here was the one person he had loved the most. The one person he hoped his curse never touched. The one person who made him forget he even had a curse. After what seemed only a moment but had truly been a couple minutes, they parted, and Valtrina said, "You do surprise me sometimes. By the way, I call this place 'the pool of a million stars.' All those lights you see are actually caused by tiny bugs that only come out at night. That swirling you saw was them actually find their mates for the night. That's right, I said for the night. They don't stay together. Once they mate, the female lays the eggs beneath the water, and then all of them rest during the day; the process is repeated the next night with the children from the previous day already full adults. Their life span is only three days. It's actually quite sad that all this beauty revolves around so much death and life. It really is like the turning of the universe. What are you looking at me like that for?"

  "You just surprise me sometimes. Now," Kairo picked up a container dramatically, "Will this kill me too?" She gave him a playful shove which almost sent him falling into the water. They ate uneventfully then rested together beneath the sleeping bag, watching the light bugs float on the lake surface along with the stars in the sky.

  After a while, Valtrina asked, "Kairo, can you promise me something?"

  "Anything," he truthfully answered.

  "If something ever happens to me, which may happen since I am in the army and everything, can you promise me you won't feel responsible? Can you promise me that you won't fall into another of your pits of despair?" She looked straight into his eyes.

  "You planning on dying anytime soon?"

  "Can you promise me Kairo?"

  "I don't know. Can you at least tell me why you want me to promise that?" Kairo pulled away from her body.

  Valtrina paused a moment to collect her thoughts then said, "You know very well why. I'm one of the only people that you confided to about your past and thoughts about it. I know the pain from the deaths of all the people you loved still haunts you to this day, and that the person the entire army sees on the battlefield and walking the army halls is just a facade, a picture to keep them happy, to keep the men under you feeling safe even on a battlefield. If I die, I don't want it to rip away another piece of you. I want you to remember these times you spend with me, not that you are at fault for my death. You would never hurt me, intentionally or unintentionally. So, will you promise me that, if I die, you will not lose another piece of yourself while trying to get revenge for my death?

  There was a long pause. "I promise," his voice said into the stillness of the night, but his mind didn't know if he meant it, or not.

_____________________________ One Day Earlier ____________________________

  They arrived back at army headquarters early in the day, but upon their arrival, they were both summoned to the office of Rizzit Blackheart. Sharing an exasperated look, they set off through the complex, leaving the bag Valtrina had taken on their trip with the ship. It took only five minutes to reach Rizzit's office, so Kairo and Valtrina took a slight detour. They knew they would be expected shortly, but until the message got to Rizzit that they had arrived, they wouldn't be expected for another five minutes once he heard they had landed. This gave them a bit of a gap to get to Kairo's room, luckily situated near the Army Officers complex.

  Tapping in his code on the access panel, the two squeezed through the door a moment later; before it was even all the way open. Rushing to change out of their dirty clothes, Kairo was pushed aside as Valtrina made a beeline for the refresher unit. "Ok then. I'll go with ode de natural floating around me." Kairo grumbled as he decided to at least rinse his hair and what parts of his body he could reach with just the sink. Shaking his head, Kairo sprayed water around him from his still wet hair as he and Valtrina left his room with a change of clean clothes.

  Sliding to a halt in front of Rizzit's office door, Kairo took a minute to straighten his clothes. The dash from his room had left a thin layer of sweat on his body, but he ignored this as he pushed the door signal and entered the room. Rizzit was seated behind his desk, a pile of papers off to one side as usual, waiting for him to read or sign. Looking up from one such paper, Rizzit nodded to the two of them and motioned for them to be seated.

  "I'm glad you could make it. I was hoping to reach you yesterday, but you were on a short leave. Anyways, we need you two to take another vehicle mission. This is your last one to prove your skills. After this, you will have totally completed your training. You will have access to the Imperial hangers at all times and will be provided with vehicles should you so choose. Be aware that with this gift comes your responsibility. Should anything be damaged by accident while you are using it for something other than a mission, it will come out of your pay check. Now, for the mission," Rizzit paused to pick up two datapads and give them to Kairo and Valtrina.

  "All right, here's the deal. Six very valuable walkers have been stolen. These aren't your run of the mill vehicles though. They are prototypes that the army has been developing for the past few years. These walkers have had a weapons, speed, and armor upgrade. The ones that were stolen weren't the top of the line model we have developed though, thankfully. Their weapons are not fully modifiable, but they do contain the main function that this series of walkers was designed to have, shields."

    Kairo coughed in his throat and sat up straight. "You mean you were able to find a way to place a shield generator on a walker and wouldn't weigh it down exponentially. Plus increase its weapons and speed output?"

  "Yes. With the latest technological advances, our designers and engineers were finally able to do it. These walkers have been dubbed AT-SE, which stands for All Terrain Shielded Enforcers. Your mission is to get them back, in almost working condition, or destroy them completely. We realize of course that this puts an extreme damper on what you can do. We also realize you won't be able to bring all seven back in one piece, which is why we only ask that you disable two of them at all costs.. The other five you can destroy if you have to. We would prefer if you can get them back in one piece as well. We also realize that going up against these walkers would be near suicide in the conventional walker. So, we are giving you two of the last five prototypes we have developed." Rizzit motioned for them to look at their datapads. "These three AT-SEs are more advanced than their counter parts. You will be able to fully modify these vehicles. Every weapon system and every component is removable. The walker's legs can be interchanged to deal with multiple environments. Micro-Ion cannons, missile launchers, laser turrets, automated weapons, and basically anything you can think of can be put onto these things. You will be able to place a total of two heavy weapons and two medium weapons on the chassis. You can also use the two medium slots to place non-offense tools as well, like boosting your radar and a few other toys. Also, they were able to put the shield generator into the chassis by removing a large percent of excess space. This walker is only single pilot capable and the cockpit is very cramped. You will basically only be able to get into your seat and out. Also, another side note, though the walker now has shields, it is not able to regenerate those shields in combat, unlike a starfighter. Keep that in mind. You will be leaving at eighteen hundred today. So get ready. You have about five hours now."

  "You sure we can handle this alone?" Valtrina asked.

  "Yes, you are the best up and coming vehicle crewman, and everyone else we may have used in the past is now too important to use for this. Don't doubt your skills Valtrina." Nodding, she grew quiet as Rizzit finished the briefing. "These walkers also come with their own crewman armor. There is a built in helmet display and comlink. The armor will also take your body heat and adjust the temperature of the suit to accommodate you. You'll find that the walker's controls are similar to the AT-ST's controls. You should also notice that the two walkers are very similar. All you two have to do is show up at the main army hanger bay on the opposite side of base at eighteen hundred later today. A shuttle will be there for one of you to pilot. It will have the walkers and crewman armor already on board, along with two simulators for you to use to become familiar with the walkers before you reach your destination."

  "Eighteen hundred," Valtrina looked at her chrono, "That's only five hours away,"

  "True," Rizzit stated, then continued, "Our intelligence has located the pirate group's base. Oddly enough, it is located on Bakura in its capital. This does present a bit of a problem. Thankfully, they have set themselves up in a rundown warehouse district near the west river. We have set up an agreement with the local officials to let us come in for a two hour period and retrieve our vehicles. They don't want them there as much as us. If you don't retrieve or destroy the vehicles in your time allotment, they will come in and destroy them all. Take into consideration that will also mean you guys, since they won't be able to discern you, from them."

  "Two hours should be enough, since we know where they are." Kairo murmured.

  "Our thoughts exactly. Now, the officials will be giving you a large area to destroy or capture these vehicles should it turn into a chase. Your trip will take you twenty-five hours. Once you arrive, you will be met by Evert Riftland. He will give you a short briefing there, and then your time will begin. Any more questions?" Rizzit finish.

  "Just one. Should anything really go awry, what is your back up plan?" Kairo asked.

  "Them going in and destroying everything is the back up plan." Rizzit said.

  "Ah, how original."

  "Alright, you're dismissed. Good luck. I hope to see you both back here in roughly two days." They got up, shook Rizzit's hand, and left. Walking down the hall in silence, they both contemplated what the next day had in store for them.

____________________________ Five Hours Later _____________________________

  Stepping aboard the transport ship, Kairo looked up at the fierce some form of one of the AT-SEs. "Spectacular," he breathed.

  "I know, they're wonderful aren't they?" Valtrina called down from on top of the second walker.

  "I see you got here a bit early, huh. Cheater." He yelled back.

  "I just prefer to be early than late."

  "Are you saying I'm late?" he asked incredulously.

  "Just go tell the pilots they can take off already," She commented and then disappeared back into the walker. Sighing, Kairo picked up his equipment and walked through the small bay. Throwing his duffle next to the walk Valtrina hadn't claimed, he made his way to the shuttle cockpit and informed the pilots they were clear to launch. As he walked down the hall to the hanger bay, he thought he felt the ship lurch a little as it lifted off the ground. Here I go again.

  Stepping into the bay, he ducked as a wrench flew past his head. "Watch it!" He exclaimed, dodging another flying tool.

  "Sorry, just trying to put this thing into actual working order." Valtrina stated from the underneath of the walker. It's all new if you know what I mean. Stupid scientists and engineers don't exactly know what a battle walker should look like."

  Shrugging, Kairo went over to his own walker and picked up a tool belt already laying there for him. Grabbing hold of one of the legs, he started to check it bit by bit as he climbed up to the main chassis. "So how do you think they expect us to put the weapon systems we want onto these things by ourselves?" Kairo asked has they worked.

  "Your guess is as good as mine."

  "Leave that to me," a voice said from below. Tilting his head up so he was actually looking down at the ground, Kairo found a technician standing between the two walkers. "Mind me asking what you are doing?"

  "Uh. . . Ask her." Kairo stated looking over at Valtrina.

  She shot him an annoyed look. "Scared nerf. Anyways," she flipped down from her position and landed on her feat right side up. "We were just getting rid of the useless pieces of stuff on these things."

  The technician pulled himself straight and said angrily, "Nothing on these things is useless. Everything has a designated purpose. I should know. I helped design them. Now before you ruin anything more, leave them as they are and just tell me what weapons you would like placed onboard." Kairo ripped off a random component and dropped it to the floor in a clatter. Spinning around, the man walked over and picked it up. "Do you know what this is?"

  "Crap?" Kairo asked sarcastically.

  "It's the spare server motor for the bottom left foot." The man said proudly.

  "And it's on the bottom of the chassis, why?"

  "For use if the vehicle breaks down."

  Ripping another piece off the walker, Kairo dropped to the ground and said, "And you expect us to be able to get out of our vehicles, get the piece, and replace it with the spare while we're fighting, how? We don't need this stuff. It will just weigh us down and make us slower. If something breaks out there, we're going to be blown up before we have a chance to replace anything. So go get on your little tool platform over then and hook me up with a Twin Blaster cannon and a Concussion grenade launcher in my heavy slots. As for my medium slots, place an Ion grenade launcher and a secondary Gatling Blaster cannon. You got all that?"

  The man stuttered for a minute before composing himself. "I uh, yes. Sure. Just give me awhile. It will take me about the whole flight to get both of you hooked up. So uh, let me go check what she wants."

  "Good." Kairo said, turning back to the walker and climbing up. Well at least I scared someone today. Let's just hope our presence scares the pirates into just giving up.

____________________________ Present Day _________________________________

  As the hanger bay doors opened onto Bakura, Kairo walked out in his black walker armor. A man motioned for him and Valtrina to come to him. Assuming it was Riftland, Kairo nodded and made his way towards him. "Sorry about the weather, but what can you do." The man said, motioning toward the roiling clouds above. "Looks like rain any minute. Maybe it will hold off until you are done."

  "Probably not," Kairo muttered. "I'm Kairo Vandate," he said quickly to cover up his previous comment. "This is Valtrina Demorvitano."

  "There's time for introductions later. No time to waste really. You two ready. The bureaucracy here is being very annoying. When they said you had two hours from the time you landed, they really meant it. So let me just give you what we know and then let you get to business. So these pirates aren't known for their expert piloting capabilities, so in terms of talent, you should have no problem. Unfortunately, they are shielded and they have more numbers, so we really don't know how this is going to go down. You've already been told there are six of them, so if you want to think of it this way, that's three each. As you can see the terrain is mainly streets and what not, so use your city training to its fullest. Also, we aren't sure what weapons they have at their disposal to put on the walkers. Thankfully they stole the walkers when they had nothing on them. Do either of you have any questions?" Evert finished.

  "No." Kairo stated looking up at the sky judgingly.

  "None from me. Let's just get this done." Valtrina replied.

  "Alright, get to your walkers. Your shuttle landed on the outskirts of the blocked off area. No one has gone in our out for a long stretch. The warehouse where the pirates have shacked up is already designated on your computer terminals. Oh yeah, here. I almost forgot." Evert handed Kairo a flare gun. "Fire that if things have been taken care of, otherwise we won't really be sure if the vehicles have been disabled.  I'll see you on the other side." Evert saluted.

  Kairo and Valtrina saluted back then ran to their respective walkers. Once inside the cockpit, Kairo took a deep breath before connecting his helmet to the cockpits feed and relaxing into the controls. "Come on Kairo, it hasn't been that long." He heard Valtrina say through the intercom. She knows me too well. Initiating the start up sequence, Kairo was amazed again at the multiple readout panels. Even though the cockpit had been reduced to a single pilot, there had still been more room to add secondary displays and added controls. A second later his helmet started to display its viewing systems across the visor-targeting systems, vehicle weapons displays, shield display, cockpit conditions, open comchannels.

  "You ready?" he asked.

  "Ready as I ever am," She replied.

  As soon as all the systems showed green, Kairo eased the walked forward, keeping it at a slower pace. Looking out his side viewports, Kairo saw a line of security vehicles stretching for quite some way. Wow. They really are serious about coming and destroying everything if we fail. As he through the invisible border the local official had set, a voice in the back of his head whispered. So don't fail.

  Shaking the thoughts off, Kairo said through the intercom, "Ok, let's do this like planned."

  "Understood."

  The two walkers separated and moved into the city. They had decided to approach the warehouse from two different angles, and Kairo would be the first one to approach. They were bound to have security alarms in place. Hopefully, the media hadn't gotten wind of the miniature blockade the officials had created. If they had, then the pirates would already know something was wrong.

  As he guided the walker forward, he started to adjust to the different feel of the beast surrounding him. Each vehicle seemed to have a life of its own and a presence about them. Sometimes they felt like a monstrous juggernaut that used its power without discretion. Others felt like a coy animal, using its tactical advantage to the fullest. Kairo felt that when a pilot gained full control over his walker, they were more a team than anything else. They merged their skills together. A crewman who just assumed command of his walker and controlled it harshly could never unlock a vehicles full potential.

  Walking down a barren street, Kairo hated the feel of the place. All the buildings and side channels were all places people could hide for an ambush. The bright colors of banners or gaudy abandoned shop signs tried to distract the eye. Large puddles pooled in the street from a recent rain. It was best to avoid them. Water was the perfect camouflage for pot holes or other fissures which could trip a walker. Rubble lay strewn to the side from crumbling buildings. Dangling wires from past electrical or communication routes lay dangling. The whole area screamed tales of hardship and violence. This was definitely not a side of a Bakura anyone wanted to know about, especially in a major city. Everyone knew though, that the larger and more wealthy the city, the more gross and destructive its underbelly was.

  Drawing closer and closer to the designated warehouse, Kairo started to get a bad feeling in the back of his mind. A faint thunder boom vibrated into the vehicle. An ominous tone. A voice in the back of his head whispered. "Are you getting as bad a feeling here as I am Val?" Kairo asked into his comunit.

  "Yeah. Like something is watching us," She responded.

  Looking at his radar display, Kairo saw her walker dot approaching from another direction through a twisting street between buildings. It dumped out facing the warehouse from the side and would also give her a nice vantage point on his position if he needed cover. "More like something is waiting. . ." Kairo trailed off as he turned down a side street that led directly toward the back of the holdout. And what are you going to do? The voice contemplated. You just going walk up, spatter a few rounds across the back of the place and tell them to surrender?

  "I'm in position," Valtrina's voice stated. Sure enough, her walker had stopped.

  Actually, Kairo flicked his walker's weapons to his blaster cannon, That's exactly what I plan to do, but with more style. Bringing up his targeting controls, he switched his view panel to a sniper function installed on the walker. It took only a moment more to find a back access door and its large hinges. "So it begins," he whispered, squeezing the trigger. Four shots flew out of the walker and blasted into the side of the warehouse. The first two hit their targets, boring a hole through the wall and the hinge. The second two missed a little, but the damage was done. The giant doors collapsed inward. Just as I thought, old and decrepit.

  "Shock and awe," Kairo muttered the old tactic, as he switched his weapon controls to his ion grenade launcher and lobbed one through the whole. Hopefully, even if they had been in their walkers, they would be near the blast radius of the grenade, dropping their shields a large percent. Pushing the accelerator all the way forward, Kairo switched back to the Twin blaster cannon and also brought the gatling cannon to online. Firing through the hole, Kairo flew into the warehouse and looked for a target. Damn. He thought.

  There was only a single walker sitting in the middle of the warehouse. It hadn't even been activated. Apparently the thieves had stolen more walkers than they could pilot. "They know we're here." He said into his comlink. "The place is empty except for a single walker.. They probably have their weapons trained on the places exits too. I'm trapped."

  "Don't worry. These people aren't going to be that well prepared."

  She's always too overconfidant. Mind racing, Kairo tried to come up with an idea-something that could help the situation. "Well, at least we only have five people to worry about."

  "Something is happening out here. Wait.. Get out of there!" Valtrina yelled so loud it hurt Kairo's ear. Reflexively he pushed his walker forward and ran out the way he had come. Blaster fire immediately peppered his forward shields from his right. Cursing, Kairo pushed his walker down a side street, which shielded him from the other walkers view. A moment later, a plume of fire charged forth into the sky from the warehouse. They blew their own place up?  Shrapnel rained down from the sky around him, bouncing off his walkers shields. Well there goes using that one as a captured walker.

  A walker appeared down the passage ahead of him. A moment later, a missile streaked straight toward Kairo. Time slowed around him. His first thought noted the street was too narrow to dodge the missile or turn. The second thought noted the missile would probably completely destroy his shields. Then all his training came into full affect. Twisting his controls up a bit and to the right, he fired his gatling cannon. It was the only thing he could do and relied entirely upon chance. Lightning flashed across the sky and illuminated the moment in a pale picture. The missile erupted a few meters from Kairo's walker. The blast was still close enough to cause his shields to drop just a minor bit. Using the moment to his advantage, Kairo fired his own missile straight ahead into the blazing fireball. It streaked into the blaze, creating a small vortex into the mass.

  Kairo entered the blaze a moment later as his walker kept running down the street. His shields became visible for a minor second as they fended off the lingering flames. Switching back to his blast cannon, Kairo clicked the trigger and fired as soon as he appeared on the other side of the flames. His missile had detonated directly against the enemy walker. He had been too sure of himself when he assumed his missile has impacted with Kairo. Caught off guard, he was still regaining composure from the missile blast. Kairo's lasers disappeared a meter away from the walker, absorbed by the remaining shields. A moment later, they penetrated through and blew off his missile launcher. The pilot had regained composure though and moved his vehicle to the side and ran down another street. Giving chase, Kairo thought, At least I now know the type missiles these can carry can't completely destroy my shields.

  As he was about to turn the corner, he brought is walker to an abrupt stop which forced him against his harness. Alright, I probably got lucky with that one, but even so, this feels too planned. As soon as I came out of that warehouse the guy was on my right. I would automatically go left and down this street, where that guy was waiting. Now who says this isn't another planned event. Plans within plans within plans. Unfortunately, I can't turn around in this street, and any minute someone could blast me from behind. Time to act Kairo.

  There was only one course of action though. He could only twist the path a little. Even if they did plan for everything, they couldn't have known what weapons I'd bring. Bringing his ion grenade launcher back online, he noted he only had one more to fire, a price to pay for such a powerful bomb. The best part about the grenades was its ability to not detonate on impact with another object. Turning his walker to as sharp an angle he could into the adjoining street, he fired a grenade against the exposed wall and watched it bounce out of view.

  As he turned his walker into a position so he could move again, the ion blast erupted from around the corner. Kairo had misjudged the field radius. Part of the spreading field had nicked his shields, dropping them another bit of percent. Pushing his walker forward, he turned around the corner and found a walker waiting for him, guns poised. He instinctively flinched, expecting to be shot where he stood, but then he realized why the ion field had reached his walker. It had detonated closer to him than suspected-directly against this walker, totally dropping its shields and disabling its weapons. Pulling his own trigger, Kairo destroyed the walker's two weapons. "Better safe than sorry." Aiming lower, just fired into the knee joints of the walker, which would prevent it from moving at all. "Now where did my first target go?"

  A glint ahead caught his attention as a walker disappeared around another corner. Unfortunately, the disabled walker was now preventing Kairo's path forward. It suddenly occurred to Kairo that he had been out of contact with Valtrina for too long. "Val, you there?"

  "A bit busy," came the curt reply with the sound of blaster fire in the background. Looking down at his display, Kairo found her near the remains of the warehouse. Turning his walker around in the intersection, he started to move back down the narrow street.

  Rain started to wash across the surface of city. Pitter-patter sounds on the street with the tinkling of water hitting metal surfaces. Small pools started to form in areas that hadn't completely dried from the last shower. Dirt and grease made the first layer slick, which was just another factor for all the pilots to worry about. Lightning coursed the sky in angry flicks of wrath like the tongues of fierce dragons. Thunderous booms echoed after, deafening out all other sounds. The walker's own noises were that of an ant against a man, insignificant to all but itself.

  As he exited the street into the ruble strew area of where the warehouse used to stand, Kairo made two mental calculations. First, with one walker at the beginning not being used and another just disabled, that left only four remaining; one of which had almost no shields remaining. If Valtrina had destroyed one of her own, which she probably had by now, only two enemies remained. Then the second thought hit him. How had Valtrina known the warehouse was going to explode? Suddenly the whole world shifted into a skewed reality. A dark world that had crept into Kairo's mind then blossomed into an ugly weed. Across from him, Valtrina was fighting off one of the walkers, but it did not seem real.

  Laser fire crumpled his right shields from his upper right. He had let his defense down in his moment of shock. There was no time to contemplate what was going on here now. There were too many weavings with weavings. Throwing his throttle forward, Kairo diverted all his shields forward and turned his vehicle's chassis sideways as its legs continued to walk straight. He tilted the controls up a little and started firing before he had even acquired a direct target. Luck again aided him as he fired with both his gatling and laser cannons. The fool piloting the walker became startled as his shields buzzed to life in front of him. Most walker pilots weren't trained to fight with shields. He reflexively pulled back on his controls, sending his walker's left foot into a slick puddle of water. Without its coveted traction, the walker swung wildly around to that leg and tilted backwards, right over the street. Kairo switched to missiles and fired. The shining streak impacted the tilted walker and gave it that extra push to send it toppling down into the street. A moment later, the side street erupted in a fierce explosion.

  Swinging his chassis back in the direction he was going, Kairo readjusted his controls and looked around for Valtrina. "Val?" The battlefield was deserted. Only the smoldering remains of two walkers and warehouse remained. "Val?" His heart pounded in his chest. A solid beat of agony as his mind again contemplated the implications of his previous thoughts.

  "I'm here Kairo. I took out the other walker, and the one you had disabled walked into the crossfire." Valtrina's walker appeared from a side street across the battlefield.

  "That's rather lucky, don't you think?" Kairo asked, initiating a sequence that started to move the walker around the rubble. Two missiles left. No ion grenades. Gatling gun to half its ammo. Laser cannon still intact. Shields at twenty five percent. Wait, why am I calculating battle readiness? It's over. The voice in the back of his head laughed.

  "Luck is luck. You had your fair share today." Valtrina replied as her walker also started to circle the rubble.

  "I have one question Val. How did you know the warehouse was going to explode?"

  There was dead silence. Even the storm seemed to have paused in its fury. The dark world in Kairo's eyes swirled around this moment. Then, "Of course you would ask. You never let anything go. Couldn't you have just let it go?" Her voice was almost pleading at the end.

  "What's going on here Val?" Kairo asked in desperation though his mind already knew the answer.

  "Before I joined the army Kairo, when I was sent from Dathomir, I came to Bakura first. I joined this group of people looking for adventure. We caught wind of this little experimental walker, and we decided to send me to infiltrate the Imperial Vehicle Crewman program. It was simple really. Unfortunately I met you again. It would have gone fine if you just hadn't been there that day. That one day. Finally, the prototypes were finished, and I helped this group steal them. Everything was in place. Being at the top of the academy and pilot around, they would of course send me, but you had to be there too, didn't you. Then the worst possible thing happened." Her voice broke. "I.. I fell in love with you. I didn't want to. I didn't want to at all, but fate is cruel to us. Playing with us like puppets to its own amusement. I think fate likes pain most of all. Especially pain of the heart."

  "Are you telling me this whole thing was planned? But wait, why did you attack your own people?" Kairo grasped for a hold in his mind, resisting the swirling abyss within.

  "It was. We were just going to destroy you within that place, but I couldn't go through with it. My heart wouldn't let me. That is also why I attacked my own people; because the instant I helped you escape I became a traitor. Well, mostly. I had to attack one of them. A man I should have killed a long time ago. Now it's over. Come with me and the rest of us. Once the walkers we disabled regain control, we can escape out of this place. Leave the Empire and find a new home."

  "Oh Val. . . How I wish I could. But I can't." The maelstrom inside of Kairo stopped. "Come with me. With my help, you can get off lightly. You can still serve."

  "I don't want to server Kairo. I served enough on Dathomir." Her voice changed at that. A dark memory had stirred inside her and changed her. She was not the Valtrina that Kairo loved anymore. "You've forced my hand. I'm sorry my love. Good bye."

  A missile shot from Valtrina's walker across the expanse straight toward Kairo. But I love her. I can't fight her. The cold voice in the back of his head whispered, I'm not going to die today. The world seemed to blacken for an instant, then Kairo found himself firing his last missile into the exposed side frame of Valtrina's walker in the middle of the rubble. He was too close to escape the explosion completely. His walker was pushed backwards and tripped on the debris, toppling backwards. What happened?

  Smoke filled the cockpit and alarms blared in his ears. Releasing himself from his restraints, Kairo clawed his way to the access hatch and crawled out. His helmet tugged him back, still attached to the walker. Ripping it off, he threw into the dark hole and dragged himself upright. The world spun around him, but he pushed on, stumbling to the burning wreckage of Valtrina's walker.

  Licking flames danced around the carnage of a once proud colossus. Swirling embers stung a Kairo's exposed, grime-stained face as tears instantly evaporated off his face. He didn't care about himself anymore. Dropping to his knees, he slammed his fist down on a metal plate. Steam started to mist off his body as the accumulated water droplets boiled.

  The roar of heated air bellowed in his ears, but he was already deaf to the world. Blond hairs were lifted off his face from the rising updraft created from cooler air currents flowing beneath the hot air. Rain sizzled and steamed against the fire and heated metal. Water and fire created an angry dance around Kairo. A dance he felt in his heart. Pain started to thrust its way through his clothes, digging into his legs first.

  "Get out of there man. There's nothing you can do!" A voice called out from a direction, but he ignored it. Did I do this too? Why couldn't I stop it? Valtrina... The world faded into oblivion.

_________________________ Sometime Later _________________________________

  Quiet whispers echoed from across the room. He could only here bits and pieces of it. "He is. . . enough to. . ."

  Another voice stated back, "That's good. . . I. . . see him."

  The other voice said more clearly now, "Very well. He'll be coming around . . . anyways."

  Tilting his head to get a better look around him, Kairo found himself in the medical ward of the Army headquarters. "You've been out a while now. Two days to be exact." That's Rizzit's voice. Coughing, Kairo tried to talk. "No, don't speak. I'm only here to tell you that I'm sorry. I realize it isn't really my fault that Valtrina got into the Army and made it this far, but I sent you out there. Now heal up. Oh, and from here on out, you don't have to report to me for your Vehicle Crewman training. Your done." Kairo blinked a few times to clear his vision better and saw Rizzit's retreating back.

  "Wait," Kairo gasped. Rizzit turned and looked back. "There's nothing to forgive. Except myself. How could I? I don't even remember the battle. Just that last shot. I should have just let her kill me."

  "Sometimes," Rizzit stated, "The mind protects the body where the heart would kill itself. Now get some rest. We'll talk more later." Already, the world was spinning back into darkness around Kairo. A moment later, he slipped back into the quiet seclusion of his own mind.

Comments: Oddly enough, I feel like I just read the last chapter in a series of books. Twists and turns throughout. Congratulations of completing the Specialty Program. Your new sheet will be waiting for you.
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Platoon Sergeant Kairo
Platoon Commander

PC/PSGT Kairo/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/VE [CDS][BoA][CoR][BC][CoV][IH]

Know your enemy and know yourself, and you will be victorious in ten thousand battles.
You may forget the past, but it will always haunt your future.
Men can die, but a symbol is eternal.
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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
March 29, 2007 2:27:26 PM    View the profile of Twin Blade 
Precision Range Shooting Part Two
Completed by Twin Blade
A Heavy Weapons Spec In the making

TB sat in his bunker as he smiled to himself. He had yet completed another mission. He was getting ready for his third spec. His squad was doing something currently arranging a mission, so he decided to go into class. He knew that Cyril would be glad to see him. He grinned. It was his dream to become a trooper in the corps, and even more to become a heavy weapon spec. His data pad started blinking as a message came up. Twin Blade grinned as he grabbed his regular gun and gone out to his teacher. He was very calm for a trooper being in the position he was in at the current moment.

As he went into the building he quickly found Cyril on the top floor. He approached his teacher as he asked, "You wanted me?"
Cyril grinned as he looked away. "You have done so well on your first precision range shooting so much that I want you to re-take your coarse again."
TB looked at Cyril surreptitiously as he moved onto the other side of his teacher. He looked away. "What are you implying?
Cyril just watched TB as he saw the trooper was getting anxious on what was going on. "Only the best are allowed to go into the coarse I am allowing you to do. I am making you go on this coarse and see how you perform on its task."

Twin Blade moved adroitly away as Cyril followed. They took another trip to the island. The PFC trooper hadn't seen much of the island, as was actually wondering on what he was going to be introduced. The island was flourished with greenery. He had no doubt this would be tougher then his first time navigating through the island. TB looked away as a rope festooned from the craft onto the ground. TB grabbed onto the rope as he slid down. Not knowing that this was part of the coarse, two other troopers dropped down beside him. The rope ascended back into the air as Cyril smiled. "Those two troopers are your allies, you will help them through. Unlike Twin, the two troopers had their helmets on. It was another scorching day and he couldn't see on why he would were that dreaded helmet. He looked at the troopers one by one eyeing them both up.

They moved carefully and adroitly through the island, navigating through the thick vegetation that now presided instead of the gravel rode they followed. Twin had thought that this would help hide themselves into any sneak attacks. The two troopers Twin was assigned with didn't talk&more or less just nodding. He hadn't thought of anything that was weird about that, he just thought they were shy. As they came upon a position, Twin raised his hand in alarm. He heard a stick break and it wasn't one of his own men. As silence reproached the troopers, driods started gathering on the sides of the crevices the three troopers were in. TB hadn't suspected anything being on a downward hill with two sides between it. He quickly saw a red spot on himself as he roared out for cover on the other two men. Twin was able to find coverage between two rocks while the other troopers sought coverage in a cove. TB was in the line of fire and wasn't to fond of being in that kind of position.

The two troopers were finally over at the two rocks Twin had been pinned under. The two quickly went on the sides of the rocks on opposite positions. Turning outwards they fired randomly and rapidly at the incoming foe on all sides of them. Twin thought to himself: I don't really think taking coverage here was that smart anymore& He looked between both rocks as he saw two driods wide open firing as rapidly as the two clones on the sides of TB. He looked through the slit on the top of his gun as he steadily positioned it in between the crevice that the two rocks had formed. He took aim as he quickly fires away his gun; a echo was to be heard everywhere when the shot exploded from the gun. It hit the driod in the middle, breaking off wires that hung there as the driod fell backwards. "One down, 9 to go&" The two troopers had hit about 4 other driods by firing rapidly through the trees. There was only about 5 driods left.

Twin quickly saw a driod and snuck around the trees. A bullet wasn't the only way to kill a driod. He quickly braced himself as he used the hilt of his gun and smashed it against the driods head. As it fell to the ground, Twin quickly flipped the gun as he fired it at the head of the driod. After the depthining sound, the driod just laid on the ground; motionless. He repeated this method a few more times as the troopers he was with took cover. There was now only three more driods left. The two troopers had ignored Twin's orders when he thought they were seeking coverage and had token out the remaining three when Twin was on his little mission. He laughed as one of the troopers was recounting the story in a robot style voice. Twin had just thought that he was mimicking the incident. As they proceeded through the wood, they finally came to a clearing where Cyril was standing. Cyril had been standing, Twin didn't understand why though; he still wasn't there yet. As he turned around he quickly saw two driods standing there. He wondered were the two troopers were&the thought had finally occurred to him. The two troopers that had been working with him the whole time were actually driods. The driods were of a metallic color, and the suit had just been plated on.

The coarse was fully aimed at trying to trick the trooper who was residing in it. The reason why they had wore their helmets on a hot day, the reason for the semi-robotic voice Twin had thought was just imitation. It had all been plotted there for him, and he took the bait like a fish. The driods quickly drew their weapons while Twin was standing there in the works of trying to figure out how this had all happened. TB finally realizing that he was in the midst of incoming shots tried to roll to his right side. It was to no avail&he hadn't been shot, though the shot had pierced his armor. He quickly reached for his rifle and realized that it was off of its strap. Stupid driods took my damn rifle& He plucked his pistol out of its holster and fired an accurate shot at the driod closest to him. It exploded internally as it had been hit in a vital area.

Twin looked around for the other driod and couldn't find it. He searched as a near shot whizzed over his head. Another near death encounter he had just gone through as he wasn't wearing his helmet. As he whipped around he fired three shots aimed toward the head. As the first one lodged itself in the driods head, the other two hit it in the driods chest area where it scuttled backwards. "Yeahhh!" Twin shouted as he knew it landed a hit. He knew that he had now accomplished his spec as he looked at Cyril.

After a moment of gathering up his energy, Twin approached Cyril with a look of confidence and a humorous smile. "You probably thought that was going to take me off guard right&? Well, you were right, but what you hadn't counted on was my quick witted ability." Cyril stared at him as he clapped. "I have to say that final tactic we used on you had almost worked. I've been watching you throughout all your coarses and I have to say this had to be the most difficult of all of them for you."

Twin smiled at Cyril as he whipped his head off. Beads of sweet had formed from the day's work he had accomplished. "Meh, it was challenging I have to say. It wasn't the hardest thing to do." Twin said with a humorous laugh as he started toward the air vehicle. Cyril and Twin then got on the vehicle as it was flown back at Tadath. "Home sweet home!" Twin said laughing. It was nice to be home after they day he had. He quickly returned to his bunker as he saw his teammates were sleeping. "Always like them&" Twin whispered jokingly. He knew they probably had long days as well. He quickly put out a candle light that hadn't been extinguished, and then quickly went into his bed.

Comments: I spoke with you already on IRC, so you know you passed. I just wanted to mark it off in case there was any question of the fact that you passed.

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Squad: Dark Dragoons [You wish you were here:P]
Lost Vengence:StarWars RP
TRP/PFC Twin Blade/2SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA
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Fallen Warfighter
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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
March 30, 2007 10:08:14 AM    View the profile of Fallen Warfighter 
Level 4: Battlefield Analysis
Story 2: Target Analysis

The Academy was busier everyday as more troopers came in and little graduated. However, Tech was just about done with his training, in his path to becoming a Slicer. He knew this training course would test all his knowledge and suffice compliment of the course. Tech was ready to enter the doors in which the class beheld at. After a few strolling breaths and a few check ups on his equipment, the automatic doors opened, an instructors was up the podium while trainee sat on their respective desks. Tech took a seat and listened to the instructor Sergeant 1st Class: Ryan L'heart; the previous trainer of advanced courses Tech enrolled in. A briefing was being announced, moments after Tech's arrival.

"Now is the time to experience this in real combat situations, you will all attend to simulation rooms at your left. You'll have unlimited hours, but the less time you take, the more points you get towards completing this course. A data person of myself will be instructing you, I'll personally train one of my best students." Sergeant Ryan said while pointing to Tech's position.

"Now let's engage into the simulation room trainees!" The sergeant screamed while walking pulling back his index finger slightly calling for Tech's attention to go with him.

Tech followed the Sergeant into a simulation room, where they both entered and immediately found themselves in a huge training facility.

                                              ***

"Today you will have three different objectives, first you will have to find multiple targets and send up reports on them according to their threat level. Second, you will have to decide which targets should receive indirect fire i.e. artillery, mortars, or small orbital strike, also based on size and threat level, plus their proximity to friendly units. Third you will be tasked with concealment of your position and how well you will be able to further report up on the enemy without being discovered." Sergeant Ryan explained turning off the imagecaster and stashing it back on his utility belt.

"I know this is a lot of information to take in and your last objective isn't a part of the given training regimen but I think it is pertinent to any comm. tech that he should know how to camouflage their position. Anyway enough talking, you know what to do; now the mission will begin when I move my speeder down the ridge line some. While I am doing that you can set up your observation post and conceal it to your best abilities. Contact me on frequency 35500 when you are ready to begin." Sergeant Ryan said and jumped into his speeder, it whining up and moving down the ridge line parking out of view of Tech's position.

                                              ***

This training can prep up some of my knowledge back at the Trooper Specialty Academy. I can sharpen up my skills, so I can undertake advanced courses in my path to being a Slicer.

Tech though to himself while riding his 74-Z speeder bike down the road, far north from his current location. As the Sergeant and Trainee drove away to their respective standby location, Tech slowed down the roaring speeder exciding 130 kmh, and stooped at a good distance from Ryan's standpoint down south of his location. Tech removed his right foot from the speeder's pedal, and limped until both of his legs where steady on the ground. Taking his assigned equipment, Tech took the initiative of setting up his communication unit that will act as his technical camp for the remaining of the training. After selecting the proper communication arrays and establishing communication with three different communication terminals, or towers surrounding the training area, Tech managed to get 50 kilometers area coverage, which covered most of the facility, leaving the northwest without network coverage. Tech opened his wide military datapad and swiftly spotted for enemy targets on the broad 80-kilometer training ground. As he glared to see northeast of the map showed on the datapad, Tech found two different enemy units that where characterized by there threat level show at the left-hand side of the datapad. It seemed that one of the Headquarters installments located exactly 23 kilometers north of the heavy weaponry friendly HQ base. Tech soon called the sergeant for direct fire to the location.

"I have found enemy HQ located 23 kilometers from our base current location. From the looks of it, it is a pretty big installment; Threat level is an issue, ranging at mid-high on the radar array. I suggest we go for orbital strikes arranged to the coordinates given. "

"Arranging orbital strike at designated coordinates" The Sergeant replied.

Tech looked at the enemy base from far range using his 1020/A Field Macrobinolulars. The explosion was heard and seen clearly. That's awesome, and to think I ordered those fireworks.... Tech grew with excitement to his thoughts and stared at the target for a few seconds and kept moving on with the training. Tech took a glimpse at target number two; this target had nearing thirty rebellion personnel, and three moving vehicles, circling the area. It was ten miles northeast from the friendly HQ's heavy weaponry installment. Tech as usual contacted Sergeant Ryan on frequency 35500.

"Sergeant, I have spotted a target at low threat level. The target is mainly composed of thirty rebel personnel, and three vehicles around the area. Mortars might do quite devastating damage, but there is a slight possibility the personnel driving their transports might survive due to their mobility. That is not acceptable, we must wipe them out in one blow, if one single person survives, then they most probably advice the others, and we might be in for some trouble. So I say go for heavy artillery ten miles northeast."

"Well if your's sure, the mortars do cause damage you know.. Well it's your training, let's see if you can wipe them all out. I'll be watching for any survivors." The Sergeant recalled, as he ordered heavy artillery onto the coordinates.

With sweat, dripping from his forehead inside the trooper armor, Tech watched fireworks being simultaimously fired. Although he could not see the actual details of the explosion, he could tell there was damage done by the corpses flying off into mid air. Seconds later prior to the event, Sergeant contacted the trainee for details.

"Well you have done it again rookie, 0% percent enemy readings around the area. The Artillery was a success. Very good trooper. Carry on..." Ryan said with a cheering emotional tone to his words.

Tech could not be more proud of himself, as he neared completion of his training. He quickly spotted two other targets along the southwest. It was dangerously close to draw artillery, since the friendly units where close around the perimeter. Nevertheless, he was not about to give up on that. He located one of the main targets closets to friendly's HQ and delivered the information to Ryan for deployment on small artillery.

"I got some information, enemy readings of an enemy platoon traveling on a heavy transport towards the south. It's headed at a slow phase, but the distance ain't that far either. I have made a tough decision, but I think it's the best for this kind of situation. Deliver multiple mortar attacks slightly behind a mile northwest. I hope none of out troops get hit by one of these, it can be devastating to my career."

"Deployment ready, we'll see what happens Tech, good luck on the call" The Sergeant replied with insecurity.

Tech's heart rushed with adrenaline flowing through his veins, as he choked slightly, looking ahead with his Macrobinolulars, and waiting for a sudden impact to burst from the terrain. A sudden blast occurred seconds after Tech's call, multiple mini explosions landed around the perimeter. Tech noticed the transport being hit several times, but the enemy soldiers managed to survive. Quickly without hesitating, Tech contacted his trainer.

"Sergeant, the hit wasn't powerful enough; we need several mortars launched in the same direction. After those have been deployed, we need direct-fire to any survivors.

"That's a good call Tech, I shall deploy several mortars up that location, the artillery plus direct fire can work as a charm. In my years of experience, that has been a nice combination of tactics: Artillery to wipe out resistance on the front line, and direct fire to deliver the final blow without wasting artillery shots."

Tech saw the decrease of the enemy platoon seconds after his call. With certainty that none survived according to his datapad, did Tech begin to breathe properly and take off his stormtrooper helmet, to wipe out the pouring sweat of his forehead. It was a big accomplishment for the Lance Corporal, but there were still other targets needed to be reported. Tech once again headed toward his datapad, but this time the targets disappeared into the non-coverage zone out in the Northwest of the training facility. Tech knew he had to establish communication with another Terminal on the west side. He did not know why he failed to the first time, but there was no time for that. Tech must undergo a solo mission onto the Terminal to reconfigure the communication settings. It was a technical problem that he encountered, rarely happens but it needed to be fixed. Tech gripped his ahnds around the 74-Z speeder bike;s handle and rode at 180 kmh toward the northwest of his location. A few minutes passed and his communication to his training Sergeant and from his datapad to his HQ was lost. Surrounding the perimeter on his speeder, Tech found the tall Terminal Tower. He neared the control center and used his Transcriber Array to fix the communication components of the Terminal. After struggling minutes, Tech was able to get the whole training area coverage he needed to spot his last target. He sat down on a large flat rock, positioned his laptop over his knees and began finding the last target. To his view, the projection of his datapad showed a huge enemy HQ that covered 3 by 6 kilomoters of area. Heck..This place may need all the artillery we can deliver, it's huge, I wonder how many enemy personnel they got lurking around in there...Tech said with an overwhelming surprise. He contacted his trainer for the last time, this time with a delighted tone to his words.

"Well, we got a massive Headquarter facility that has an area of 18 Kilometers and is located 23 kilometers northwest. It looks like the threat level is to its maximum; this place may need two heavy artillery attacks, few orbital strikes, and mortars followed by direct fire from our troops located south from them. Let's make it happen, shall we?"

"I gotta hand it to you; you have done a fantastic job on spotting targets, you have experience on this now. But just for the heck of it, I'm going to show you fireworks you'll never forget" Virius replied, laughing heavily to his statement.

As Ryan unleashed the devasting attack to the enemy's HQ, Tech watched the never-ending fireworks while jumping around with exciment to Ryan's words. Thank palpaltine the training was all over, at least for now; Tech though to himself while cruising to Ryan's standby spot. After a few minutes the two trooper got together and saluted one another for a job well done, but it was back to reality when the two headed for a de-briefing inside the facility lounge about the training mission.

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*DarkDragoons* Tech

Stormtrooper Corps
Communication Technician
TRP/LCP F. Warfighter/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/TADATH/VE/VEA [EW:2C]

"The average galactic citizen does not fear the Dark Jedi he cannot see, does not think much of the star destroyer that circles beyond the clouds. He fears the stormtrooper down the street, inside the garrison built to ensure that citizens do not step out of line." -Grand General Fury.


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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
March 31, 2007 4:50:21 PM    View the profile of Fallen Warfighter 
Level 5: Qualified Communications Technician
Story 1: Language: Basic

Reading documents, how hard can it be, I guess I'll have find out for myself.

Tech though to himself, while strolling on the narrow halls of the Imperial Academy. The hallways were very crowded, only the small and thin can manage to lurk themselves through hurling pedestrians walking about. Tech managed to avoid then being at average height and weight for a humanoid. His dexterity kicked into gear and moved quickly along the halls. Tech moved through the different levels of floors on the Academy, until reaching the 3rd floor in which his class was located at. As the tumbling crowd got smaller in each floor level, a small breath of oxygen can be flowed through Tech's lungs. Man, where did all these people come from, we are sure getting good amounts of recruits in since last's course. You can't barely move through these halls anymore, I hope I'm not late to class,. Tech though to himself, while entering the already full class interrupting Sergeant First Class Ryan on the middle of his briefing.

"Lance Corporal Tech, I should expect more from you. Take a seat and do not let this happen again." The Sergeant spoke aloud, making it seem more of a lesson than a punishment.

Tech shuddered to the Sergeant' words, and slightly pulled back his seat, bending down in silence, carefully taking a seat. The Sergeant began again the already interrupted briefing.

"Welcome everyone, for those of you who don't know me, I'm your instructor Sergeant 1st Class Ryan L'heart. I instruct advanced Communication Technician subjects. Now that I made my introduction, let us begin with an important announcement I want to make before we begin. This course is mainly about reading various documents regarding infiltration/or repairing. These documents will help you understand how it will help you on a mission to either repair equipment or infiltrate a system.  Along with these documents, you'll be learning how to operate in combat-like situations.  Now for the overview of your assignments: You'll read each map and understand it completely. After that, you will move to different obstacles and you must solve them to move to others. Your time will be timed, you must undertake less than 3 hours. If you elapse higher than that, you'll be penalized and reduced amount of points towards your final score. The documents will include a written and visualized portion; they are located in your respective desk. You will have as much time as you need to understand these documents. When you're ready, begin the course. Now troopers, let's go ahead and begin."

Tech tumbled through his documents, laid back on his seat and read each one until he understood them to full capacity.

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Infiltration Documents: Specialty Academy (31T Adv)

Infiltration Protocol Document : Basic Door System.
Infiltration Document 00623

Data Measurement:

Ta  smallest unit of measurement, nominally a 0 or 1 switch
Trem  smallest practical unit of measurement to define an amount of computer storage; 8 tats.

Equipment:

Fusion Cutter: High energy plasma beam for cutting.

You'll be working with the smallest units which include the (Ta) and the (Trem). These basic units are the backbone of rebel doors, from the basic opening doors, to the highest security doors. Basically a Ta consist of a switch that moves horizontally up and down to activate or de-activate whatever kind of protocol they are based on their color. Protocols have many functions, their function is to act as the main system's data compartment, in which is also know as a Ta. Protocols are often found in the shape of a switch, that is located at the core of a Trem, which consists of 8 Tats. A Communication Technician must study protocols and their use on the infiltration line. Protocols come in many shapes, sizes, and colors to provide awareness and information to anyone who knows how to infiltrate or repair. In this basic system, you'll learn how to activate and de-activate protocols, in which will help you infiltrate data and open the door.

Now that you know more or less about protocols and data measurements, You'll put them to the test and infiltrate a basic door system. Notice that to de-activate a door system only 4 protocols are required. Other protocols have other function which will not help you at all, be real careful when de-activating a protocol, make sure is the correct one, depending what you want you want to do: delete system data, establish new identification data, ect.. Nevertheless, you'll be trying to open a door, other protocol will not be needed for this mission. Furthermore, advanced courses will help you understand other protocols in which can be usen for infiltration purposes.

SPT - System Protocol (Tat)
DoPT - De-Activation Protocol (Tat)/DaPT  Activation Protocol (Tat)
IDP - Identification Data Protocol (Tat)
MoP  Memory Protocol (Tat)

You as a Communication Technician must learn all protocol functions and de-activate them to get the job completed, whether is to lead your's squad into enemy bases, de-activate turrets, Communication Towers, and anything dealing with technological advances.

Written by: 31T Sergeant 1st Class Ryan L'heart.


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Communication Documents: Specialty Academy (31T Adv)

Communication System/Repair:  Comlink/Terminals/Starship Transmitters.

Communication Document 00624


Ta  smallest unit of measurement, nominally a 0 or 1 switch
Trem  smallest practical unit of measurement to define an amount of computer storage; 8 tats.
Kilotrem (Kt)  1,024 trems
Rt  1,024 Kt = 1,048,576 trem
Bz  1,024 Rt = 1,048,576 Kt = 1,073,741,824 trem
Sk  1,024 Bz = 1,048,576 Rt = 1,073,741,824 Kt = 1,099,511,627,776 trem.

Equipment:

Diagnostic Scanner: Helps to pinpoint the source of problems.
Fusion Cutter: High energy plasma beam for cutting.
Power Calibrator: Analyze and repair electronic circuitry.
SJP: Sensor Jamming Projector.

You'll be working with then highest units of measurements and the repair tools you need. Comlinks require proficiency in practical units such as the Ta and Trem.  However, it is highly recommended that you learn how to repair a Comlink to the best of your ability. The basic equipment you will need is the Diagnostic Scanner, which will pin-point the problem in seconds. In case of electronic problems, a Power Calibrator is there for the taken. In addition, if you have any problems with communication on frequencies and such, the SJP is also there for the taken.

Now that we have the Comlink Protocol/Repairing, let us move to a much difficult station. The Terminal is used to receive/communicate with anyone at any time around the network, which it covers; they are basically two types of Terminals: private and public. It really does not matter which one it is, they both have the same protocol functions. A terminal ranges from 1 kt to 3 kt, it's has a wide network range, so it requires large amounts of Trems to function. To repair a Terminal, one must access the main control panel by using the Fusion Cutter to cut through hard steal. After you have accessed the main control panel. You will notice many switches in other words Ta located in each Trem. You must revise that all of them are functioning correctly, they must not have any cicuisity or any Ta switched down. That might cause the protocol to not work therefore; the system does not work at its fullest.  The equipment for repair is the same for the Terminal as for the comlink, although it takes time to repair a large object rather than a small one, its common sense.

The Starship Transmitters require the biggest amount of Trems: From 1,600,956 Rt to 536,269,000 Bz. The Starship Transmitter has the same capabilities and system as the Terminal. Yet it is the biggest ranged device, able to transmit (2 to 3 parsecs). Since it requires more proficiency on Sk's and such, it requires more time to repair and configure.




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Tech after understanding the different concept of each document, It was time for him to put his knowledge to the test. Tech shifted in gear grabbing all his tools and equipment and headed over to the course starting line. A few gasps of breath were taken, as he set up the course timer and headed towards his first obstacle: The Door System. Tech smiled in wisdom, and began to cut the panel with his Fusion Cutter. After an intensive Blue-beam-ray slashed the steal into two parts, Tech kneeled down on the floor and began to identify each switch on the system. Tech accessed the computer storage system, and turned the DoPT, IDP, MoP off. This allowed the door system to forget its memory so no personnel can access it and de-activate the door system so he can pass through. He also re-configured the IDP and made it so only him can access that door. The automatic door opened, Tech went through and headed to his next obstacle.

Moments later, he found a Comlink on the floor in which needed immediate repair. Tech grabbed his diagnostic scanner and scanned the problem. It seemed as if it needed technical repair as in voltage on protocols. Tech slipped on his utility belt to find the Power Calibrator, in which he used to repair the electrical circuitry on the Comlink. After few minutes passed, Tech moved along to his other obstacle with 30 minutes counting on the clock.  Tech found a Terminal from far range and ran as fast as he could, until he reached the main control panel and began to wield the protecting cage until he could manage to see the Trems. Carefully switching all systems to green, Tech used his Diagnostic Scanner to find any problems and repair them using his SJP. After a good 10 minutes, he was able to get the Terminal system back up and running and move to his next obstacle.

With only 20 minutes to spare, Tech sprinted towards the Starship Transmitter and accesses the main panel and did the usual operations, although this time it took him nearly 5 minutes just to scan the problem since the system was mighty large.  After quick tune-ups on the system, Tech was ready to graduate the course with only 10 minutes left. As he got back from the course, the Sergeant was proud of his best trooper and awarded him to pass to the next course.


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*DarkDragoons* Tech

Stormtrooper Corps
Communication Technician
TRP/LCP F. Warfighter/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/TADATH/VE/VEA [EW:2C]

"The average galactic citizen does not fear the Dark Jedi he cannot see, does not think much of the star destroyer that circles beyond the clouds. He fears the stormtrooper down the street, inside the garrison built to ensure that citizens do not step out of line." -Grand General Fury.


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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
April 1, 2007 7:45:28 PM    View the profile of Twin Blade 
Range Finding and Vector Calculation
A spec completed by Twin Blade
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Twin awoke suddenly in his bed. He had been having a nightmare of his past. One that involved the death of his grandfather. Moving quickly and quietly throughout the barrack as to not disturb his squad mates, he went into the bathroom as a thunder strike could be heard. Twin washed his face and looked up in the mirror. A downpour could be heard from inside as the water hit the ground hard. Twin was a wretch&it could clearly be seen from the mirror.

His datapad flashed as it emitted a light throughout the inside of the barrack. Then it soundly went back to its original standard light. Twin sighed as he left the bathroom and picked up his datapad. He was relieved to see the message: I request you to be at my office in the morning. - Cyril

Twin quickly went back to sleep. A few hours later his alarm went off as he woke up. He then turned off his alarm and put on fresh cloth. Over this was his trooper armor. As he stepped outside he stretched in place. His armor was glimmering in the sunlight after the awful night that they had had. He then hopped on a speeder bike that Cyril had ordered to take him to Cyril.

As Twin got off the speeder bike, he thanked the driver that had took him there. The two exchanged the traditional 'your welcome' after the fact, Twin headed in. Twin approached Cyril's door as he knocked politely. A 'come in' could be heard from within as TB opened the door.

"Hello." Said Twin politely.

"Hello&" Cyril said with a humorous voice as he twirled around with his fingers. He stroked his chin lightly as he continued, "You next single mission is Range Finding and Vector Calculation. I will be putting you with a man named Ronso. Be nice to him as he can act stubborn at times and wont teach you if you be a smart alic."
Twin looked at him for a second awkwardly, and then regained his composure. "I will give my respects like always. Will you arrange for me to see the man you claim as Ronso?"

Cyril smiled as he stood up and approached the window. He then started what he was about to say, "Yes, you will be training one on one with this man. He is very well known for his knowledge of Vector Calculation and can hit targets up to a mile away. The perfect sniper they call him&"

After some more conversation about useless things, Twin went back outside. He hopped onto another speeder as he was taken to a remote area. Everything was pretty much bare here. There were a few slopes but other then that there had been no distinguishing facts. As Twin then hopped of this speeder, the driver said nothing&just had spun away. He could see a man in the distance, Twin had thought for this to be the man named Ronso. As he approached, the man asked if he was Private First Class Twin Blade. Twin replied that it was him. The man and the trooper walked several minutes in silence, the duo crossing the grassy plain. The wind howled delicately as this happened, and a slight hint of excitement could be seen on Twin's face.

After several more minutes of walking, another man could be seen in the distance. After a short time, they came upon the position of the man standing still with an intimidating face. As the two people approached Ronso, the other man that escorted Twin left the scene. Ronso stared at the trooper with his olden face. What Cyril had left out of his description of Ronso was that he was an old man. This didn't take away any of the respect that Twin already had for him.
"You know how to use a gun effectively&?" Ronso said in a deep, depth voice. He was one to speak very clear and loud.
"Not as much as you know&" Twin spoke in the same tone, taking Cyril's advice as to not be humorous. "Though I am here to learn and become better, so I wish for you to teach me&"
Ronso steadily looked at him, he must have been eyeing TB up to see if he was material in order to be trained.

"You know anything at all about Vector Calculation? It's the first thing I'm suppose to teach you." Ronso said yawning, old years were finally catching up to him.
"No sir." TB said, and hid his smile because he realized that he was going to be trained.

"Well, it is basically the amount away that an object is from you. By the end of the coarse you should be able to calculate the distance of an object that is away from you. You will also be able to notice the amount of height an object is in the air. Also, if you get good enough on this topic, you will be able to align gun aim and a moving target in order to hit it accurately in any place you desire. In order to do most of this will take tons of experience. We will get into more of that topic next time you come back. For now TB, I will teach you the first part of your coarse. Which of coarse if finding your range capabilities." Ronso said then took a deep breath. He had said a lot in the past few minutes.

Twin then was given a sniper rifle gun as he was told how to hold and use it. As he followed Ronso's directions directly, Twin looked through the scope and turned back to Ronso. "Er.Sir, no disregard of disrespect but there's nothing out there." Ronso turned out to the field. "Is that so&we will have to change that. You will have to hit these targets as fast as you can when they appear. Do you understand?" The trooper nodded as Ronso pulled out a device and pressed a button.

Several targets suddenly appeared as they jolted out of the ground. Three different targets appeared at first sight. One appeared fairly close&maybe ten feet away judging by difference. The second appeared about 50 feet away and the third and final target appeared about 70 feet away. Twin plucked his pistol out of its holster as he took aim and fired. He saw the target blow away. He dropped the weapon to the ground as he dropped as he himself dropped to the ground wasting no time. He looked through the scope and took several seconds to wait for the wind to die down. He then took his shot as he watched another target go down to the ground. More seconds went by as he took his next shot and watched the final target go down.

"Very good&" Ronso said as he stroked his chin, "Are you ready for the bonus round?" Twin looked at Ronso flabbergasted as he said "Bonus round?" Ronso laughed as he pressed another button on the device.

Ten different targets appeared in different areas around the bare area field. Two walls jolted up connecting these targets together, and a final wall popped up behind Twin separating himself from the smiling Ronso. He had basically trapped TB in an obstacle coarse that he would have to travel in. To make sure he followed the preferred coarse, two walls had appeared so that it was ensured that he followed the desired coarse Ronso had put into place for him. A data pad was flashing not 10 feet away from Twin. Twin approached the pad careful as he picked it up. It read a message: You will have to go through the coarse and hit the targets as fast as you can and as accurate as you can.  Ronso. Twin smiled as he read the message. He finally realized he was wasting time and picked up the two pistols that were on the ground by the data pad. Twin walked a fair distance on the path as he approached the first target. Weirdly enough, no obstacles lie anywhere. He scratched his head as he aimed his pistol and shot down the first target. Something was lying right behind it. Twin squinted his eyes as he saw a gun go off and fire rapidly at him. His eyes grew big as he rolled out of the way. The shots then ceased. Twin thought to himself: These are going to be progressively harder as I go through each of these.

Twin then walked another fair distance as he came up to his first real obstacle. A huge crevice about 25 feet deep was not in front of him, and the only way to pass was by log. The distance was only ten feet however. As Twin was crossing the log very carefully as to not miss-step, he looked over to his right and saw something surprising. A hole was built in the wall and the target placed inside of this. To make sure the recoil wasn't going to knock him off, he straddled himself accordingly across the log. He took aim at the second target and shot. The shot missed off to the right. Twin positioned his pistol more the left and shot again, this time the shot hit the target perfectly.

He got up carefully and walked the rest of the log. Twin then walked a corner on his toes. He was ready for anything to happen. Shots rang out but it wasn't out of TB's gun. Twin quickly looked as driods were firing on his position. He then strafed toward back around the corner just avoiding the shots that had been shot at him. He figured there were only about three driods that were there. He then rolled out as he brought his two weapons up. Not taking any time for aim, he fired rapidly at the driods. Shots then rang out on both sides and the driods were the ones who were turned into scrape metal. As he passed the driods he shot another target down without barley looking. He moved across another corner this time being more careful. When he saw nothing, he walked some more down before stopping. A rope was hanging from the top were a metal bar was secured. Actually, a series of bars were on the top conjoining the two walls together were topes were tightly secured. TB would have to transfer from toper to rope in order to get pass. He quickly stepped back and then sprinted full force as he grabbed hold of it and transferred to the second rope were he noticed a target, he pulled one of his pistols out as he shot and watched the target slowly fall to the ground. He transferred the rest of the rope easily and without hesitation. The rest was basically a straight away with roadblocks and such. He sprinted as he blew off the first target easily. Twin then jumped a block that was placed there as he shot the next target down. Three more targets were not in front of Twin as his arms came to the opposites both then ending up in the middle as the targets were forced down to the ground. Now exasted from the strenuous activity he had been doing, now approached the end of the coarse as he stepped out, Ronso was their smiling and yawning at the same time.

"It took you long enough&" Ronso said looking away then turning back to TB saying dryly, "You did well for your first attempt."

"Heh, thanks&" Twin said as he threw the two pistols back at Ronso who plucked them in mid-air. "Until next time&have fun&" Ronso said as another speeder bike came and picked up TB. He then turned on the speeder bike as was sad to see Ronso was already leaving. He was at the dis-may that he couldn't learn anymore for the day. He knew he had down a fairly good job at range finding. A lot of skills he had learned in the day would surely be using in the field. Twin was brought back to Cyril's office.

Cyril looked at him and then smiled, "Ronso told me you did fairly well in the field today. No complaining or anything." Cyril laughed at his own joke and then talked again, "You were very good in your behavior, and I expect to see more of that if I were to send you to more of my friends."
Twin looked at him with a humorous smile and then said, "Of coarse my friend, though I am tired and wish to go to bed& I wasn't able to get a good night sleep." Cyril nodded and said, "Yes&you may go."

Now Twin stepped off his last ride. He yawned, as his eyes got heavy. Upon reaching the front door. He picked up a few books on the ground that was labeled: From Ronso. Twin then went into the barrack as he lit up a few candles. The then opened the book to the first page.

Vector Calculation-
The amount of distance an object is away from you. Doing the required courses for the field will allow you to do so. Various calculations then followed in the book. VC= D x H. Twin read through 30 pages in the book on how and who discovered this technique. He had learned that many different people had discovered different things in the world he lived in. After taking a shower and throwing on his night cloths, he then threw himself into bed; rain starting to hit the window slightly and a thunder crack could be heard. The candle lights Twin had set now extinguished them as the last smoke came from them&

 
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Squad: Dark Dragoons [You wish you were here:P]
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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
May 18, 2007 9:56:05 PM    View the profile of Alater Osted 
Story 1: Fire Support Tactics

    >>>>Private Osted is to report to the firing range for target practice at 0700. That is all<<<<<<

That was the message Alater recieved while laying on his special bunk in the Academy barracks. He rolled off of bed and grabbed his new rifle: A DC-17M Interchangable Weapon. Alater was absolutely facisinated with the weapon, and its ability to change functions, and he had been practicing changing from rifle to the other functions and back again as fast as possible, and was in the second range. Alater jogged out of his barracks with his rifle slung across his back.

Upon arrival Alater was alone besides the sound of rifle fire, and plasma bolts flinging down the firing range. Alater stood, holding his rifle for almost twenty minutes watching the other troopers taking daily target practice. Alater was slightly jealous due to his firing skills being a little sub par. His species didn't believe very much in the use of modern technology, though they had an amazing grasp on it, but due to their hunter nature and the strength of their species and their scales there was little use for long ranged weapons as they just got in the way of the real hunt.

"Private Alater?" A small man behind Alater spoke up. Alater turned around to be met with a short human who could barely be five and a half feet. Alater hissed in laughted before answering.

"Hardshell, you are he who is to instruct me as to use this LightRifle better?" Alater asked, holding up his rifle for inspection. The instructor viewed over it, messing with a few power settings and changing the stock and then changing it back. He was overall pleased.

"That is a very nice weapon you have there Private. I imagine you saved for a long time to purchase that. Regardless, you are here for training, and that is because you wish to become a heavy weapons specialist. Well, first thing you need to know is your job. You are support fire for your team, cover fire and occasional distance fire. You will also be called upon to help with artillery. All this meens that you must know each and every one of your weapons frontwards and backwards. We will begin with the firing mechanisms." The instructor continued for almost an hour, detailing the basic manner in which most guns fired off their energy or plasma bolts. The distance Alater learned, was different due to power settings, and some rifles could only penetrate armor for certain distance settings. After this lesson they proceeded towards the firing range.

"What you are going to want to do Private, is set the rifle to the maximum safe setting for this distance, all the while giving your team cover. This meens you must calculate the distance and make the correct adjustments underfire, preferably before the real fight starts. To simulate this, you have five seconds to adjust the power setting to the maximum level, and fire off atleast three shots....GO!"

Alater flipped two switches and messed with a dial and got his three shots off, but missed one, and one of the others failed to penetrate. He looked down, discouraged. In anger he looked back up, and adjusted his settings, letting loose a five shot birst, each one ripping through the metal made to represent enemy armor. The instructor nodded.

"That's about right. Now, let's see if you can do that again. Ready....GO!" The instructor shouted and Alater raised his gun, adjusted and fire. All three shots formed a nice hole in the metal, and Alater hissed in happyness. "Very well, that is all and good, but now on to step two. You need to learn to give your units cover. For this we are going to run you through a simulation, this way please." The instructor walked off the firing range down to the simulator room, and Alater hooked up.

The simulation looked like a long field, in the middle was where his squad was supposed to be, and at one far end was the enemy. Alater logged into his squad possition, and noted the distances to the hover vehicle that was the escape of the squad, and the simulation began. Alater adjusted for the distance and fired of three rounds, one hitting an enemy and dropping him like a fly. The rest of the enemy began to fire wildly, but Alater remained calm and rained plasma down on their location, any that hit ripping through their armor. The aggressive retreat was almost at the retreat point when one of the enemy began to make calculations and also adjust his weapon. Alater dropped to a knee and took aim. With a single bolt Alater caught the target in the chest, throwing him back. At this point the squad had reached its vehicle and the enemy was begining to retreat themselves.

The simulation ended and the instructor slapped Alater on the back. "Very well done private. I believe you passed this lesson very well." He said, and Alater returned to his barracks.

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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
May 20, 2007 12:20:13 AM    View the profile of Alater Osted 
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>>>>>>>Private Alater Osted is to report to the artillery yard at 0900. That is all<<<<<<

Alater checked his datapad message and the time, and set off from the firing range at a dead run. He flashed by marching stormtroopers, some who stared at the black blur that was a seven and a half foot tall, jet black scaled, lizard man carrying a suitcase of a sorts and had a DC-17M strapped to his back. He made a mighty leap over a collection of boxes that were in his way, flying over the quickly ducking heads of the crewmen that had been unloading the lift. He swung to the right and jerked to a stop, almost running into the danger sign that marked the entrance to the artillery yard.

Alater trotted up towards the only manned artillery peice at the yard, and came almost face to face with a very tall human, or atleast he looked human. The man stood at possibly seven foot four, and had some kind of fake eye, along with a few other mechanical enhancements. He stretched out his hand and spoke, "Private, I am Sergeant Bansho. Welcome to the artillery yard. You're just in time." The sergeant turned to the artillery peice and pulled a datapad out of his pouch hanging around his waist. "First thing first, you are to learn the purpose of artillery. Artillery fire is possibly one of the most terrifying sights for the enemy, when fire and plasma rains down from the sky without warning and the enemy is offered no target to return fire on, it is enough to break the most men. Artillery is usually used as support fire, keeping the enemies heads down while your squad advances or your armor rolls in, but that is not always the case. The long reach of artillery makes it key for disposing of large key objectives such as buildings, marching men at a long distance, or tank squads. All of these are easily dispatched by well aimed and controlled artillery fire." He said, and let that sink in, all the while tapping a few things on a control panel at the side of the large artillery gun.


Suddenly the artillery peice swivelled a little towards Alater and aimed a little higher, all of which scared Alater shitless. He began to curse in the strange hissing language of the Barabel before he caught himself and settled himself down. The Sergeant also couldn't help himself and started into a laughing fit, slapping his large hands on his even larger knees, all of which made a slightly metallic sound. When both Sergeant and Private regained control of themselves the gun had stopped its movement and was realligned. "That is something you're going to have to get used to, along with the sound of the guns firing. These babies make a lot of noise, as you are about to find out. They also take a little bit of skill to handle, but you are not expected to master that aspect in just one lesson. For now let's start with ranging. Please take out your Macrobinoculars and look down for that target building. Do you see it?" The instructor...instructed.
Alater put the macrobinoculars to his advanced eyes and he found the building easily. It was about 300m away and slightly up hill. Alater made a not of the elevation and turned to his instructor, "Yes I see it. It's about three hundred meters away on a slight elevation." Alater hung the macrobinoculars around his neck and waited while the sergeant tapped on the console, and this time did not jump when the gun jerked and changed its position. The instructor motioned him over and pointed to the console.

"This is your basic artillery command console. Here you can see range, angle of the gun, and expected arch for the distance. These things pretty much run themselves and some don't even require spotters at some distances. This unfortunately is not one of them, and you must learn the hard way. Here you can see where the distance and the change in elevation effects the forumal for the height and angle of the fire arch, but you don't need to know that formula as the computer does it for you. The angle can also be modified for the purpose of how you want the target hit. The power behind these guns are quite massive, but some times you don't want your target to be a crater, just destroyed, and other times you want the blast radius to be much larger than normal. There are many more configurations, all of which you must learn." Sergeant Bansho continued for almost an hour on how the angle of the gun and the arc of fire could be changed for different modes of fire, including the speed inwhich you wish to fire. Alater was amazed at the end by the shear number of ways to destroy your enemy with a single weapon.
"I think I do understand sir." Alater finally said after jotting down some notes on his datapad. Alater's personal favorite were the lower set settings which allowed for a higher rate of fire most used against armor.

"Ok Private, now that you understand a little on how to use this peice of artillery I want you to destroy that building. Remember to take your time, but don't be too slow. That building may hold enemies preparing to fire down on your squad, and must be dispatched in a decent time. Ok, you may start." The sergeant said, and stepped a few feet back and started taking notes.
Alater brought the macrobinoculars to his eyes and he check the exact range again, and input that measurement as well as the height difference from the land the weapon was on and the small hill of the target building. Alater quickly adjusted the gun to the right arc and then aimed a little higher to give the fired shell more height, and therefor more penetrating power. The plasma bolt blasted out from the gun with a horrendous boom followed by the gun bracing itself from the recoil. Alater took his macrobinoculars and followed the shell. He lost it for a short time and then found it again as it raced towards the building, hitting it a little right of center. The blast threw chunks of building and foundation in all directions. After the smoke cleared where the building had been was just a small crater with a black circle around it. The sergeant started clapping.

"That was very well done Private. Normally you will not obliterate a building in such a manner, unless you are atempting to destroy it and a lot of things around it. Now, we must go on to firing manners for anti-personel and armor. The first thing you need to know is...." Sergeant Bansho continued for two more ours giving instructions and demonstrating the manner in which to fire. Eventually a very tired Alater returned to his barracks, his head hurting from all the information that had been crammed inside.

Comments: I'm going to pass this, but in the future please include a bit more "content" to your story. Make it an actual story, don't have just the lesson. Also, I fixed your heading for you.


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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
May 20, 2007 12:39:58 AM    View the profile of Aeos 
I assume your spec is heavy weopons?
 
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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
May 20, 2007 12:46:55 AM    View the profile of Aeos 
Nvm, Alator, by the looks of things you are not following the spec order of stories. Please take a look at the VE wiki which you will find on the main page. In there, just go to the army pages and find the spec sheets. Unfortunatly posting from my mobile, doesnt make it easy for me to give you the link, but feel free to ask rizz and other army members.
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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
May 20, 2007 1:24:09 AM    View the profile of Alater Osted 
I am following the spec order of stories. As stated on the Wiki and on the nice little sheet I have here, the first Spec story for HW is Fire Support Tactics(Which can also be used as target practice) and Indirect Fire Operations which the wiki describes as artillery.
 
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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
May 20, 2007 4:13:41 AM    View the profile of Aeos 
I see. then just be sure, to put at the top of your stories, what story it is that you are doing. for example: story 1 fire support,

I was under the impressim,fire support would revolve around more then just target practise. But of course,we will leave it at target practice, right?

 
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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
May 20, 2007 8:33:16 PM    View the profile of Alater Osted 
Eh, if you noticed my last what, 2 paragraphs was a simulation of firesupport/target practice. As in laying down...fire support.

And I went back and edited my posts to add the details such as which story etc.
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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
May 21, 2007 12:57:54 AM    View the profile of Alater Osted 
Weapons Specialist Level 2 Story 1: Precision Range Shooting

Alater rolled out of bed and grabbed his pair of specially made shorts. For some reason the other squad members disapproved of him walking around as he was born. Alater shrugged at the thought and went to grab his long blade and then didn't. Checking his claws infront of his face Alater nodded. [i]I have been using these tools too much. Even with this...training to support my DeathMates I do not need to feed myself by their meens. Today I hunt with what I was born with[/i]. Alater darted down two flights of stairs, and jumped down the last, rolling to his feet and out the door. After a two mile run Alater reached something like the jungles of his homeworld. Alater began to hunt.

The jungle life on Taradath was much different than his homeworld. On Barab-1 everything was a danger, even the herbavores had claws. Here only the most advanced of the predators were of any size, and most of them proved little challenge. There was one creature, like a large rhino that Alater was stalking now. It was slightly covered in fur with a hard hide. Alater was grasping a tree with his back claws and tail. With a mightly lunge he lept forward Alater struck out with front claws and whipped around with his mighty tail. The creature reared back in pain but did not retreat as expected. Instead it prepared to charge. Alater crouched down into a low stance and hissed under his breath. When the creature charged Alater rolled slightly to the side and then did something unexpected; he spun straight for the creature. What resulted was a small squeel followed by a grunt as the creature fell. Underneath Alater pushed the mabye half ton creature off of himself and finished removing its head. He studied its horns and began to work on them with his claws and teeth. Eventually they came loose and he stabbed them into the ground and began to build a fire.

By the time the sun rose Alater had finished his meal and was begining to run back to the barracks. As he walked into his barracks some of his squad mates were begining to awaken. Most of them stared and somebody muttered, "That's fucking sick." but Alater walked towards his bunk and deposited the two horns in his trunk. He began to clean himself and threw on the pants of his uniform which never quite fit. DeathLeader Sam walked out of his room and looked at Alater. Ignorning the blood he walked over to him and handed him a Datapad and walked away.

>>>>>Private Alater is to report to High Colonel Rizzit's office as soon as possible. That is all.<<<<<

Alater looked at the clock on the datapad and cursed; it was already 0700. Alater threw on the top to his uniform and buttoned on his rank, and then ran down the stairs. He ran outside and ran towards the HCS building and into the main office. Running a claw down the electronicly displayed list of rooms and locations Alater found Rizzit's room and marched double time to his room, and knocked on the door.

"Enter." A voice said from inside. Inside Rizzit had his feet propped on his desk and was cleaning the barrel of a rifle. "So Private, you're interested in Heavy Weapons? That seems like something outside of your comfort zone doesn't it?" Rizzit said barely looking up from his gun.

"DeathCommander, these LightRifles are the protection of my DeathMates. They must rely on these and their WhiteShells to protect them, as they are not Barabel and do not have our strength or scales. If I can protect my DeathMates with these 'heavy weapons' then so be it. I will do what I must to regain the honor I've lost." Alater said proudly, slightly fingering his rifle.

"Honor....yes well, you have a class in Precision Range Shooting. You are to report to the long target practice yard. There you will find a class lead by a sergeant who's name escapes me. You will listen to his instructions and learn what you can about long range fire. Dismissed." Rizzit said and turned back to his rifle.

Alater saluted smartly followed by an aboutface and with two steps he was out of the door and heading down the hall. In another ten minutes the long range target practice range was in sight. Five HardShells were firing down the range at targets almost too far for even his eyes to see. A sergeant was walking up and down the row nodding and leaning forward to give advice. Alater walked up to him but before he could make it the sergeant turned and held out a pair of goggles.

"You are to wear these and follow the instructions they will display. Once you have finished the practice take the test and report your score to me." The sergeant walked back to his chair and continued to monitor the group. Alater sat down at one of the firing tables and in about a second had his gun out and switched into its sniper form. Alater was familar with its function and how to fire long range but was still learning about things like height and wind. He put on the goggles which barely fit and words streamed across his screen.

Welcome to the Long Range Firing Instruction. In this course you will learn how to fire your weapon with moderate accuracy at long range. In no manner are you expected to be considered a sniper after this, but you will be expected to know how to handle your rifle or sniper rifle at long range. After you have completed a twenty shot target practice 100,300, and 500m ranges you will be prompted to take a test consisting of fifteen shots at constantly changing distances. After this is complete you will hand your grade into the instructor. Good luck. Practice will begin in twenty seconds.

Alater adjusted the stock and then adjusted his eyes to see a little bit more into the infared spectrum which helped him with ranges as he had learned with his Artillery practice. In another second a target popped up and Alater took quick aim and blew the target down, a little left of center. In the next few seconds five more targets popped up and Alater put them down in rapid succession. Two popped up at the 500m mark and Alater barely got the first before he adjusted his scope and lay down the second. The remaining twelve Alater easily put down. His score was pretty good, all hits with no misses but three glances. Alater winced at those glances, all of them had been at long range.

You have completed the practice session and are now being prompted with the test sequence. Please respond.

Alater blinked and said, "Confirm test sequence" Not knowing exactly what to say.

You are about to begin the test for Long Range Shooting. This will consist of fifteen targets to be disposed of as accurately as possible. Please note that you will not be prompted with a second shot, and time is also a factor. The targets will also be moving in random patterns and each is on a timer, if you do not dispatch the first in time the second will also activate, and you only have three minutes to shoot them all, or you fail. Test shall begin in thirty seconds.

Alater adjusted his eyes a bit again and checked his scope one last time. The first target moved immediantly after popping up and Alater followed with his rifle, leading the shot so it would hit the target, and the second popped up almost immediantly, and it was rushing towards him. Alater panicked but still got the shot off. The third popped up and was heading back, and Alater had to adjust his scope. This similar pop up and down fire went on for the duration of the test until the last two when Alater was at the maximum of his range and had to adjust to his scope drasticly, and the last one popped up too, and the screen on his goggles told him he had only twenty seconds to dispense of them. They were strafing back and forth and for just a second they crossed and Alater took his shot, and blasted away both targets.

Test competed. Please turn in your results and goggles to the instructor.

Alater stood, switched his weapon back to its normal rifle position and handed the goggles to the instructor, who took a look at them.

"Very well Private. You have passed Precision Ranged Shooting, but you may want to do a little more practice. It says here you only got 14 out of 15 of the targets. Dismissed" The sergeant said and Alater trotted off back to his barracks a little mad at the computerized test, but all over satisified.
 
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May 21, 2007 9:14:36 PM    View the profile of Alater Osted 
Level 2: Precision Marksmanship Story 2: Range Finding & Advanced Vector Calculation

    Alater was out running in on one of the many tracks, but here he was with a very small group which had reserved this special track, as it was made for people from heavy worlds. Here two other Barabels were also running along with a few other species Alater did not recognise. The two Barabels, though of the same age and rank were smaller than Alater and of different clans, all of whom stayed sepperated from each other on the track. Alater was running hard, pushing himself physicaly as he always did. The Barabel way of life was one of honor and skill. You fought to live and through that fight you hoped to gain honor and perhaps enlightenment as to why you fought. Alater was thinking about the death of his family this morning as he ran.

The scene rolled through his mind in almost real time, his two parents and his brother and him all back to back defending
themselves, diving for cover, rolling up to gut three slavers and then wrestle with another who broke the stock of his weapon trying to bash Alater's head in, only to leave his neck open to be shredded out. This bloody fight went on as Alater ran, and if he had sweat glands he would have been soaked. He blinked when he noticed he was seeing in his nearly natural spectrum of a mix of ultraviolet and infared. He picked up the pace and put the idea from his mind. Sooner or later he would have to deal with the Hutts for what they did to him and his family, but the Vast Empire had some sort of aggreement with the Hutts or something of that kind, and so they were protected, for now. Alater's alarm on his datapad went off and he pulled the thing out as he ran towards the exit.

0900 run to Advanced Combat Training yard. Alater Osted.

That was the note that he had left himself to go off at 0900, and run Alater did. He returned to his barracks to pick up his E-11 and DC-17M weapon, and his new custom blaster pistol. He bolted out the door and toward the ACT, and had to dodge a slow moving train of what seemed like supplies on a hoverlift. Alater jumped over a giant hole in the road and skidded into the ACT just in time. There a young man with his uniform marking him as a Sniper stood at ease watching Alater slow down and come to attention, followed quickly by a straight salute. The Sniper returned the salute quickly and reached out to grab Alater's hand.

"I am Sniper Walsh. You are here for range finding and vector calculation correct? Well, you are going to be learning a lot. First, let's head inside, over to the hooded building there." Walsh lifted his arm in the direction of a hooded building with what looked like three strangly shaped padded beds or something. When Alater took closer inspection they looked like pads for laying down for a long period of time, but not sleeping.

"These are sniper beds which you will be lying in while you learn how to properly judge range in a quick amount of time. As you already know most energy weapons can be adjusted for range and wind speed and other factors, but that is not true of most snipers which are slugthrowers. These slugs or bullets are easily affected by range, wind, and even change in tempature. All of these factor into Vector Calculation, but for now we are concerned with range calculations. For this you will need to disable the range finder on your scope." Walsh instructed as he watched Alater lie into the sniper bed and adjust it for his height.

Alater assembled the sniper into its proper position and flipped a switch to turn off the range finder. Sniper Walsh took an advanced datapad out of his back pocket and stretched a cord to the scope on his sniper. Alater blinked as his vision, no matter how he modified it would not let him see outside of the normal light spectrum.

"There, that will prevent you from cheating. What you must understand first is that everthing is relative. A blade of grass can indicate range just as much as a sign. You already have a good estimate for range, but you must perfect this. Your helmet if you wear it will also have a range finder, but I have found that the helmet throws my aim off. Now, look down the scope and tell me what you see." Walsh instructed.

Alater looked down the scope and saw a building with simulated targets walking back and forth both infront of the building and inside. He estimated the building at about two hundred meters, and the targets inside at about five more of that. Alater as much, and the instructor smiled.

"Very good. Now, often you will be doing just that, finding the range for a sniper who does not have the time to calculate it himself. For now we must perfect that art, and you must be able to give a good range estimate within atleast ten meters in a matter of seconds. So first..."

Walsh instructed Alater on many things, how tricks of the eye changed how distance was percieved, how range finders could malfuntion and give you the wrong distance, and many other hazards of guessing. He then ran Alater through a simulation were he was, to over comlink, direct a sniper in range on targets. Alater had a slight difficulty with the moving targets but eventually learned to use their background as a reference point and realized that it really didn't matter where they were. The sniper was efficient even for a machine, and the building's guards were dispatched quickly and Alater was slightly excited by the shear amount of gore and damage the high powered slugthrower snipers caused. Alater eventually got the hang of it, and at about that time Walsh pulled him out of the simulation.

"Alright Private, now that you've got the less important but still vital range calculations down, you've gotta learn about Vector Calculation. This factors in things like a target's height, the wind, and the angle of the shot. After mastering this aspect you will eventually be able to call yourself a Sniper, but that is not the point of this course. For now all you need is just enough to give you a good accurate shot when you need it. This will help in firing all but most repeater weapons, and the flame carbines and still it can help there too." Walsh instructed, and pulled out a small packet. Inside was about thirty pages of basic math that went into Vector Calculation and where that math factored into real applications of gun angles and other such things. After about two hours Alater had the math and its relation down pat and was ready for the real test.

"All right private, this is going to be a live fire test, so you must be quick. I don't know whether their fire should penetrate your scales, but you never know so I suggest being quick in your calculations. Plug in and let's go." Walsh said, walking out of the room.

The simulation was of a cement and wood complex with only one way to go. Alater tread softly, keeping his rifle up and his stance low. He came around a right corner where three guards of a sort stood with their backs turned. Alater raised his gun and waited for the wind to stop, and took the first guard right in the back of the head, and the second in the chest before they could respond. The third rolled behind the corner and began to fire wildly. Alater carefully leaned out and took aim just above the left eye, and fired. The bolt hit dead on, and Alater continued. Several more small obstacles of this nature found Alater through out the simulation, but more importantly were the one at the end.
Alater had found himself pinned down by what sounded like sniper fire. He was stuck behind a corner, and had his gun in sniper mode. With a quick thought Alater tossed his E-11 rifle across the opening and saw the sniper jerk as he moved to take aim before he realized what it was. When the sniper got his scope back to where his target was he saw Alater there, pulling the trigger. The man had been hiding behind two large logs with a crevice in between. Alater was messing with his rifle when the simulation ended.

"Very good Private. I think you have some sniping potential. Regardless, I will send my good regards to High Colonel Rizzit, and you should return to your training. Dismissed!" Walsh saluted, and Alater came to attention followed by a salute and a quick about face to head back to his barracks, but he could not get the vision of that virtual face out of his mind as he had blown his head away. The man hadn't seen him coming, had been horrified, and Alater liked it.
 
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May 22, 2007 12:37:53 AM    View the profile of Alater Osted 
Level 3: Weapons and Electronics Repair  Story 1: Small Arms Repair

Alater tisked as he reached for a spare wire on the side of his table. Infront of him was a half open plasma grenade. Alater was concetrating very hard with his small wire fuser that he had specially made. Alater blinked and looked closer at what he was doing. That powersource was awfully close to the trigger, and Alater was trying to safely move it away without touching the wires. The trigger, which Alater had plugged up to his datapad and it was still giving a hint of a charge. Alater had succesfully defused the explosion device, but the triggers were expensive and only had a one time use once they blew, so Alater was trying to save this one. Sitting next to him was a small box full of parts and defused duds that Alater was working on repairing, most of which he kept for himself. The datapad alarm Alater had set for himself went off and he jumped, cursing very loudly as he almost fell out of his chair and had to catch himself with his chair.

Alater looked at his work and reached over to the datapad. With one claw he tapped out a long code sequence and the small light on the plasma grenade went out. Alater grabbed his E-11 and his wire kit and hustled towards the door. He caught a speederbike headed almost to the same building, and thanked the driver. Alater had been saving vigourously for a choice peice of equipment and had not been able to afford yet his own speeder, but the time would come. Alater fingered his E-11 and checked to see that his kit was safely locked. After checking the time on his datapad Alater jogged the rest of the way towards the instructional building. Alater checked again which class was his and headed back that way.

He entetered the room and came face to face with a middle aged Zabrack cleaning an E-11 blaster almost exactly like his. He shook the man's hand as he introduced myself.

"Mmm, my name is Raji and I will be your class' instructor on Small Arms Repair. I see you were smart and brought your own tools, very well. There is a seat that should fit your size here at the right. You will have to be working together rather than with a partner, but I don't think you'll mind. Please open your case, sit down, and wait for the other class mates to file in." Raji said and returned to his desk.

Over the next hour Alater watched as people trickled in, some with the look of trained mechanics that wished they didn't have to be here, and others with eager young eyes, and most carried what looked like custom made electronic kits like his. Wirecutters, plasma torches, replacement power cores, everything. Half of the things in their kits, and Alater's, was probably illegal on most civilized worlds, but this was the Stormtrooper Corps, and killing was their buisness, all in the name of the Empire. Alater spent most of his time looking at his E-11. He had studied most if not all of the smaller personal weapons belonging to the Empire, but the small, common, and ever so bland E-11 had never interested him, but once appart it proved to look like every other blaster really, power core, directing tube, gas vents to keep the key components cool, nothing special.

"Ok everybody, I believe we are ready to begin," Raji said after everybody had arrived, "Today we are going to be going over small arms repair, and we're going to start with your five most basic mistakes and problems. Some of my older students know these and may want to goof off at this time, but that's just too damn bad. These are mistakes that can ruin your squad in the field, and are easily looked over. We'll start with dirt, yep dirt." Raji began.

Amazingly a spec of dirt in the wrong place could completely disable a rifle. Some of the wires and firing functions of the smaller rifles are very fragile and sensative Alater learned. The class started by disasembling their rifles to check for the most common found problems. Dirt, power failure, wire failure, blockage, and liquids. The majority of the class had some kind of problem including Alater's. His rifle had dirt building up everywhere from all the use it had gotten recently but he had forgotten to clean it, which was very embaressing. A few other of the classmates had power failure starting to take over. Just as a general example the whole class had to replace their power cores which was a tricky process. First you had to bipass the firing mechanism, then you had to remove the outbound wires from the broken core, and finally replace the core, all of which was rather small. The wires had to be replaced, and the trigger mechanism put back on, which as one classmate learned, was very hazordous. He failed to enable the failsafes on the trigger before attempting to reattach the triggering mechanism and his rifle went off, almost injuring several people.

"What the hell was that? Are you trying to kill us all? You do that sort of thing in the field or anywhere ever again and you will probably be court martialed almost on the spot. That is not a mistake I want you to ever make again. Understood?" Raji barked from his desk, all the while keeping a straight face. Alater watched him for a moment and then went back to his rifle, making sure he enable the firing mechanism.

The hardest thing to check for, and especially fix, was liquid in the rifle. Most of the military grade rifles kept water and other liquids out, but sometimes it just couldn't be helped, and rain or mud seeped through and into the rifle. Most of the time this was in small enough amounts to not matter and the heat of the rifle inside evaporated that liquid, but that also could cause problems, like rust. The method for getting rid of it was quite simple, suction. There are no lose parts on the inside of a rifle that is functioning correctly, and so a small suction device easily removed all liquid and a good deal of dirt, but this wasn't all that easy, as small was an understatement. The device was tiny and required very fine motor skills, which Alater found rather hard to do with just his claws.

"Ok class, I think you are all ready for the test today. You will each be given a rifle that has many problems, all of which you must fix. Most of these problems are of the basic five you have all gone over, and if you lack the tools to do what you need, I have spares. You will have three minutes each to find and fix all these problems, and fix them right. This is to represent the rush you will be under fire, but it is not suggested that you take time underfire to fix your rifle unless their is absolutely no other solution. Your rifles are here, and so you may begin." Reji said, motioning to a box of ill taken care of rifles.

Alater took his and quickly took it apart, peice by peice. He started with the barrel which was nothing but grit on the inside. He took his swab and cleaning solution and swiftly cleaned the barrel and went on with the body of the rifle. With his datapad he tested the power core, and was not supprised to find it was broken. He checked the wires around it, and found some of them fused and others cut. Alater disabled the trigger mechanism and cut the wires at their bases. He replaced them and made sure they all worked before attaching them to the new power core he installed. With a shock at how he had almost forgotten, Alater enabled the safety mechanism on the trigger. Next he cleaned all the bores for blockage, and finally went through with his tiny vacuum. This was probably the hardest part, as he kept dropping it with his claws. Finally he got all of his parts put back together with seconds to spare.

"Time. Alright everybody, rifles down. Good, I see you all completed your test. I will test these later today and send the results to your CO, that is all, class dismissed." Raji said, and began collecting the rifles. Alater exited the room feeling a little tension. He had been doing so many classes and working so much he felt very tired and worn out. He returned to his barracks for some much needed sleep, and stayed their for quite some time.

Comments: Sorry it took so long, but all your recent stories are passed. I'm glad to see that you're taking such an active role in the specs. Expect your reward equipment to arrive shortly!

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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
September 22, 2007 6:40:28 AM    View the profile of Garryll Gates 
Level 0: Rookie: Specialization, Heavy Weapons.

        "Do you maggots want to die in the mud!? Get up, and give your squad some cover fire!" This was how it had been for six hours. One non-com instructor yelling at the fresh recruits to go somewhere else, followed by immediate instructions from another to do another thing.
        He picked up the older model DC-15, having been chosen to lug around the heaviest gun in the squad by far. This was good and bad, as he didn't have to rush any positions, but if anyone was killed from an apparently subdued bunker, it was his fault. He crouched as he ran, then turned away from the line to get a position on a ridge. He set up the DC with a bi-pod for added stability, then flicked the safety to full auto. His squad mates for the exercise had come under heavy fire from the objective, a double trench meeting that formed a sort of trapezoid with the two gun positions on the edges, about 50 feet away.
          Garryll sighted one of the positions in the scope of the DC. Two men, operating an E-Web. He thought about his options:
He could:
A) shoot the gunner
B)shoot the other man, almost as important as the gunner
C)Shoot incoherently
or D) shoot the power regulator.

          He opened up while aiming at the power regulator. Several shots went wide, kicking up smoke and dirt, and one of the men fell. Then another shot penetrated the regulator and it sputtered to a halt. Garryll then aimed at the other E-Web and fired. The gun was plastered by fire, and sputtered to a halt. He swept the bunker one last time, then picked up the DC-15 and slid down the hill to his squad. They then cautiously picked their way to the bunker. After finally arriving, they searched the small fortification for enemy unused explosives or any men alive. They did find a small slip of paper, it read:

Congratulations. Report to Sergeant O'Leary for debriefing.

-----30 minutes later-----

    The men trudged toward the camp, a couple miles distant. Garryll was practically the only one alert. His head swiveled at each and every sound.
    "Guys, maybe we should get off the road. Who knows what those non-coms will throw at us next."
    The other men trudged to the side of the road, and continued walking. Within 200 meters of the base, the man in front tripped. A mine then blew up right beneath him, shredding the hapless recruit to bits.
    "Take cover!" Garryll yelled as he rolled into a ditch, pulling his squadmate down with him. A barrage tore right into the hill behind Garryll's ditch. He poked his DC-15 out of the hole and fired to suppress the enemy. There were several screams, and then a few more of Gate's squadmates rolled into the hole.
      "We're all that's left," yelled one of the recruits into Gate's ear.
        "Shut up and keep shooting!"
    The firing stopped. The recruit, who was obviously completely green, poked his head out. Garryll yanked him down, then took his helmet off and raised it above the lip of the depression. As no fire came toward the helmet, he pulled it back down and put it back on. They then crawled back to the base.

------15 minutes later-------

      The remnants of the squad limped into the assembly area. Sergeant O'Leary looked at them.
      "Seeing as you made it, you pass. Now get out of my sight."
      Breathing a sigh of relief, Garryll trudged toward his barracks. He knew they'd have something else insane to do tommorow, but right now he was going to sleep.
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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
September 22, 2007 8:49:16 PM    View the profile of Garryll Gates 
Level 1: Cover Tactics, Story 1: Fire Support Tactics- Specialization, heavy weapons.

"Wake up and smell the plasma, gents!" Sergeant O'Leary yelled as he kicked Garryll out of bed. Then he walked back down the aisle and kicked everyone else out too. Repeat. Again. It was incredible how much respect that man carried. Each of them must've been 6 feet solid muscle at least, and here was this little 5'8" guy whacking the crap out of them. Geezus.

"Time for a little jog to the armory!" yelled the Sergeant again, kicking anyone still fighting for some sleep. Garryll and the rest of the men groaned. The armory was a scant two and a half miles distant, the road had holes, and the men hated it. Come to think of it, they all hated the good Sergeant too. They filed out of the barracks with the Sergeant brining up the rear.

-----20 minutes later-------

The squad finally reached the armory, and waited for the guard to get confirmation from our drill sergeant. The man flashed his ID card, and the guard opened the doors and stood aside. Each of the soldiers walked in, heading for his preferred weapons. Garryll headed for the back of the armory, where he knew the DC-15s and equipment for them were located. He lugged one off the wall, and strapped it to his back, as well as a fold-up bi-pod, and extra ammo and a long-range sniper/support scope. He then walked toward the front of the armory, to grab an E-11, simply to get a close-range weapon. He'd of grabbed a shotgun if there were any, but an E-11 would do.

"One weapon today, gents!" Sergeant O'Leary said loudly as he saw my DC-15 swing into view as I turned to pull one of the E-11s off the racks. I shrugged. Pistols were lighter and nearly as good in a pinch as an SMG. Garryll finished first, and stepped up to gear inspection by O'Leary. Everything checked out, in good shape, clean, and well stowed. As the last of the recruits finished stowing his gear for the eighth time, we got a surprise.

"Ok boys, we've got a simulated battle coming up. Seeing as you are just recruits, it is designed with taking cover and giving cover in mind. You will be inserted via LAAT/i drop-ship with four other squads. It is an exact replica of the battle plan of the 501st division during the battle of Geonosis. You will attack a well-defended position with limited troops and no support. You must seize two bunkers and a hanger to prevent several important statesmen from being evacuated. Once we have seized an objective, we will fire a flare into the air. That means that we have succeeded."

-----2 hours later------
Gates had begun to hate drop-ships. Sure, it was faster than walking, but you either stood for the entire time, or you had to sit and strap yourself in.

"30 seconds to touchdown, gents!" the pilot said over the comm. Garryll began one last weapons check. Like he hadn't already done that five times. He knew this pilot was a recruit as well, and he prayed that the man didn't botch the touchdown. O'Leary was yelling at us now: "We ain't setting down, you're rappelling!"
"Oh shit!" yelled one of the men as an anti-infantry round fired from the bunkers down below almost hit us.
"You idiot!" screamed the co-pilot. "You read the map wrong, you nerf-brain!"
"Shut the hell up! They're shooting at us, God Dammit!"
Garryll was aghast. We are gonna die, he thought, because the idiot in front us of can't read a map?!? That was the last thought he had before the pilot screamed as he took a shot in the face and the ship began to plummet.

The copilot wrestled with the controls and managed to pull up just far enough for us to not hit the ground head-on, but instead shear off our wings. Garryll would've thanked him, but the man died in the crash. He blacked out for a moment as the ship stopped, but was awake in a moment. He looked around.
"Sarge, you okay?"
"Fine, Gates. Check the rest."
Garryll crawled around the cramped hold, feeling pulses. Five of the men stood up, two had broken legs, and the rest had broken their backs or necks and died. One man had accidentally shot himself. Garryll rolled out of the transport, and then crawled on top of it. He had a large amount of cover, and very good view. There were a large amount of rocks and the bunker was in the short distance, say, a kilometer.
"Sarge! I see the bunker! Is the communications guy still alive?"
"Here I am!" yelled the recruit that Garryll had saved yesterday.
"Radio the other squads, tell them we're going to flank the enemy."
"Copy that, transmitting..."

Garryll set up his support weapon with his bi-pod, scope, and ammo. Sergeant O'Leary sent the four of the fit men up, with Gates covering them. Garryll spotted something move, and fired a sustained burst at it. A man screamed as the plasma tore through his leg, and as he spasmed, a shot took his life.  The squad kept advancing, then stopped at the predetermined place. Garryll and the other man still on his feet helped the two injured walk, and O'Leary used his rifle as a stick to lean on. They hustled up to the meeting place, a large rock with a depression behind it. Garryll got a boost up to the top of the rock and set up again. His teammates advanced from cover to cover, and began receiving fire from the bunker. Garryll targeted each of the flashes of light from the base, and put each one out of its misery. The rate of fire intesified, as fewer and fewer men remained, and several of the men fell. Finally, though, precise fire from Gates and a brilliant shot by one of the recruits ended all the resistance. They warily walked into the base, and after securing it, fired off their flare.
"Good job, gents, adapt or die. Adapt or die. Seems like you chose the best solution: adapt, and make them die. All of 'em."

----3 hours later-----

Garryll was storing his DC-15 into the armory when O'Leary approached him.
"Good job, son. You adapted and survived, gave good covering fire and pulled most of your team out of that hellhole intact. I'd like to tell you that was the second test, and you passed with flying colors."
"Thank you sir."
"Good. Now come on. The APC isn't going to wait much longer."
"Yessir, right away sir."

-----15 minutes later------

Garryll was staring at the ceiling of the barracks. He'd passed another test in the training camp from hell, and it seemed to be getting easier. That was good enough for him. He fell asleep.
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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
September 23, 2007 5:57:43 PM    View the profile of Garryll Gates 
Level 1: Cover Tactics- Story 2: Indirect fire operations

"Who gave you authority to sit down, private!?" yelled Sergeant O'Leary at a hapless recruit. Gates and the rest of his squad (the third in about 4 days) had just run to the armory, but as they had not been fast enough for O'Leary's tastes, they did it again. The man had just sat down outside the armory as the squad waited for O'Leary to let them in, and he'd gotten chewed out for it. The guard finally let them in, and Gates walked in. The squad picked up their preffered weapons, several men picking up E-11s, several more DC-15s, Gates picked up his DC-15, a bi-pod, and some extra ammo, but when he turned to look for the scopes, Sergeant O'Leary said, "Get your scopes over here, laser designator software included in them. Also get a comlink and and some body armor."

-----10 minutes later-----
As they began to board an LAAT/i, Sergeant O'Leary was telling them the exercise.
"Today you will be taught the fundamentals of long range indirect support weapons. Does anyone know what that means?"

"Sir! To learn the uses and operations of artillery."

"Good, private. Now, you will be deployed in 4 man fire teams. As there are 16 of you, there will be three fire teams and four men operating WW-676 mortar launchers. You will each have to designate 4 different targets, while engaged with enemy forces. Each of the fire teams must also take a swing at the WW-676s. You will receive co-ordinates of targets, and it is up to you to put fire on target."

-----2 hours later-----
Gates, the comm expert, and two of the new recruits were deployed to the east of the city. Their targets were the city hall, an enemy barracks, a bank and an office building. They had slightly less than an hour and a half. The city was obviously one of the oldest training facilities, judging by hundreds of carbon scorches on walls, roads and signs. Several craters from high explosives were scattered across the streets. The other teams had been inserted to the west and north of the city, and they were going to have to designate several other targets. Gates and his squad began making their way down the ridge toward the city. The fire team slowly picked their way down alleys and over fallen wreckage, on constant lookout for enemies and mines. Muffled explosions could already be heard as the other teams blew mines and tossed grenades. Gates and his team made it to a crossroads, marked as the intersection of 5th street and H---- Boulevard, as half of the sign was covered by a blast. Gates and the other men ran into a destroyed cafe and secured the building. Garryll set up his DC-15 with its bi-pod, as the communications man opened up their map.

"Here it is," the man pointed out with his gloved finger. One of the riflemen looked over his shoulder.
"Okay, so if we go south down fifth, we should cross the bank and office building. Then, if we turn east on 7th, we'll get to the city hall, and then if we go back west down 7th, we'll reach the barracks."
"Gates," the other rifleman whispered. "I can see an enemy patrol!"
They had finally spotted enemy contacts.
"Shut up," Gates said to the two men with the map. "Pack it up, we gotta move it out now before they see us."
The men rolled up the map, and stuck it into a pack, while they picked up their E-11s.
"They're in our way, dammit," whispered one of the riflemen.
"Well, we'll take 'em out." responded Gates. "Fire on three: 1..2...3!"
The four men opened up on the patrol, dropping one, driving the other two into a building. Almost instantaneously, another few squads appeared from different roads, converging on their location.

Gates swore. "We gotta find a way out of this place," he said to the other men as he fired at a target partially hidden in a window. The man tried to grab his intestines as a plasma bolt tore through his abdomen. The first rifleman blew open the back door and looked out.

"Here's 16th, I think it leads to the barracks and 7th!" he yelled back to the rest of the men as he kicked the rest of the door away and jumped down. The rest of the fire team followed him, and Garryll set several mines down behind them. They ran down 16th, toward the barracks. They finally spotted the building, and they took cover behind a blown-out tank. Garryll designated the target with his scope, then spoke into his comlink: "Fire mission, grid 47-19, targets out in the open, fire for affect. Alpha Team out."

Several seconds passed and then a whistling sound came as the mortars hit the target, and released a red smoke. Several men ran out of the building, slapping at flames on their clothes. An explosion from down the street alerted the team that the patrols had finally decided to check and see if they were dead.

"Okay- there's a very tall hotel right there. Hopefully, we can designate the office building, bank and city hall from there." said Garryll.

The fire team ran across the street, and came under fire from several patrols. They managed to get into the hotel, and Gates and the two riflemen took up positions in the lobby- behind the check-in  counter, and behind several pieces of furniture. The comm expert ran up the stairs to a position, and started to designate the targets.

"Fire mission, grid 36-23, target out in the open fire for effect;
Fire mission, grid 33-23, target out in the open, fire for effect;
Fire mission, grid 22-12, target out in the open, fire for effect. Alpha team out."

Several mortar rounds came screaming in, impacting on the targets, and the smoke was released.

"Gates, targets eliminated. Calling for Evac via the roof." the comm expert said into Garryll's comlink.
"Copy that," Gates responded, then said to the two riflemen, "Tighten up, fall back, to the roof, we're getting dropship evac."

"Copy that."
"Right."

The three men fired several more times at the hunkered down enemy troops, then ran up the stairs. They reached the roof, and then held position until the LAAT/i picked them up.

-----4 hours later------

Having been tasked with destroying the rest of the targets, they had not failed, and it was nearing midnight. Gates and the comm expert climbed into the WW-676, readying the mortar, computer targeting system, and replusorlifts. Gates was piloting, and the comm expert was manning the gun. They recieved confirmation that the teams were in the city, and had authority to move around the city to get into position. Gates drove the mobile turret up a large hill overlooking the city, giving them an excellent position. He then set the repulsorlift to station keeping, and said to the other man, "It's nearly midnight. I'll watch the base for the first half hour, than you, so that we can get some sleep."

The comm expert wearily agreed. He was asleep in seconds. Garryll unhitched his DC-15, setting it within arms' reach, then activated the motion tracker, just in case. Soon, they were receiving artillery requests, and both men had to be awake for the firing of the gun. 6 rounds were sent down range, with confirmation for each one as a hit.

"Gates, Smith, RV at these co-ordinates for transportation to the next exercise." Sergeant O'Leary said over the comm.
"Roger that, Sarge."

------1 hour later------

They had reached their destination, a heavily guarded HAVw A5 Juggernaut. Half of the squad clambered into the gunners' and pilots' positions, while the rest had to wait in the spacious troop compartment. The laser and concussion missiles began spewing out at a distant target. Soon after, the teams switched, and the Juggernaut was moved around. Eventually, they got out and back into the LAAT/i.

-----1 hour later---

They soon reached their final objective: an SPMA. The men all tried out the weapons, and decided that it was an adequete fire support unit. They wouldn't want to have to fight in it unless it was a last resort, though. They finally marched back to the base, and retired into the barracks. The sergeant walked in, and announced: "You have all passed the third test, the ability to use artillery." he finished sarcastically: "Have a nice night."
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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
September 23, 2007 5:59:59 PM    View the profile of Akaan Runi 
Level 1: Cover Tactics
Story 1: Fire Support Tactics

Akaan woke to the beeping of his datapad. He rubbed his eyes and rolled over in his bed to see how long he had been asleep for. (i)3 hours(/i) He though to himself. He reached over and grabbed his datapad, his body still aching from completing basic training only 3 and ahalf hours ago. Akaan held his datapad in front of his face, and the screen lit up. The screen said, (i)1 New Message(/i) He touched the screen and the message appeared, "Bring your weapons and personal armor to lot 32-H. Class begin in 1 hour." Akaan put the datapad down and rolled over. Akaan jumped as if he had been stabbed in the foot. He picked up the datapad and looked at the time the message was recieved, 12:00, turning his head he looked at the clock on his night stand, 12:45. He had 15 minutes to get to class.

Akaan jumped from his bead and ran to his armor closet. There was no time to pack it properlly so he just threw his katarn commando armor on and then ran to his storage room to grab his weapons. He put his DC-57 into it holster on his hip and grabbed his DC-15 blaster rifle and ran back into his room. He popped on his helmet, grabbed his dattapad and ran out of his condo sprinting as fast as he could.

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Akaan arrived at lot 32-H with 2 minutes to spare. There had only been one other time he had ran so fast. He stood at the lots gate heaving to catch his breath. Once he caught his breath he pushed through the gate and into the lot. Akaan was amazed at what he saw. He was standing on a walkway way which ran the entire perimeter of the lot. However he was no level with it, instead  the actual lot was in a big hole, so he could see everything. The lot was huge. From where he was he could see a large fenced in obstacle course along the far wall, three bunkers along the right wall, a couple of tents along the left, and in the open area in the middle were turrest and other large gun emplacemnts. However it wasnt all imperial make he noticed two or three other systems weapons in the assortment was well. Akaan smiled when he heard a vocie to his left,

"It's a grand training area isnt it?"

Akaan turned to see a man dressed in what looked like a modifyed stormtrooper armor suit. Akaan saw his rank painted onto his shoulder and relized that this was his training officer. Akaan fumbled with his DC-15, and datapad, and then removed his helmet. He raised his right hand in salute and spoke,

"Private First Class Akaan Runi reporting for ......"

"Heavy Weapons Specialist Training. And I know who you are. Read your file. There is one thing however I would like to ask you about. File said you were raised by Mandalorinas. That true?"

Akaan lowered his hand and sighed. "Yes sir thats correct. I would rather not talk about it though."

"Fine, fine. Wasn't gonna ask. Doe's make my job easier though with everything they probably taught you. Good to have you here son. If youll follow me, i'll show you were you can store your gear."

"Sir, may I ask your name."

"O yea, almost forgot. Sergeant Murkon. But you can just call me Murk. O and you can call this the pit."

Murk lead Akaan down into the pit and over to one of the bunkers. They stepped inside, and five other students were seated, odviously waiting for him and Murk. All five other students were garbed in their own armor. Akaan smiled behind his helmet, he was the only one wearing katarn clone commando armor. Akaan took a seat and set his helmet and datapad on his desk and leaned his DC-15 blaster rifle against the wall. He watched as Murk made his way to the front of the class and turned around to face them.

"Welcome all to Heavy Weapons Specialist. This training course will teach you everything you need to know about heavy weapons and emplacements. This facility contains everything you will need to complete your training. Everyday you will arive here at 1 o'clock sharp, and be ready to begin that days training. Now, todays agenda is to split you up into teams of three. These teams will be the ones you will be in for the entire duration of your training. There will be an Alpha team, and a Sigma team. Akaan, Tornek, and Yenor, you will be Alpha team. So then Fenok, Shendo, and Virno will be Sigma team. Each team has their own bunker. Aplha team, your bunker is right next to this one, and Sigma, yours is after Alphas. It is recommended

that you leave your gear in your appointed teams bunker. You will not have to worry about locking the bunker as I will do that everynight, and only after I have seen everyone of you leave the pit." Murk took a breath and then continued. "Each team will need to pick a team leader. Afterwards we will go outside, and you will begin your training."

Team sigma talked for a few seconds and then one of them spoke.

"Our team captain is going to be Fenok."

"Very well. Alpha have you decided."

Tornek and Yenor looked at Akaan and asked, in hushed tones,

"If you really did live with the mandalorians, does that mean you know most of this already and their tactics?"

Akaan nodded.

Tornek turned and said, "We choose Akaan."

"Ok. Lets head outside and begin your training."

The group headed outside, brining their weapons and gear with them. They made a quick stop at their respective team bunkers and dropped off their weapons as ones would be provided for the day. They then made their way over to the obstacle course, and stopped at the entrance gate.

"This is a specail obstacle course. The Empire put alot of credits into building this for their soldiers. Ths console over there' Murk pointed to where a lone console stood around the center of the course on the ledge above 'is where I will be, watching your progress through the course. At the begining of everyday we will come here and do a little warm up drill, where both teams will go against eachother with stun rifles. The last team standing wins. This hopefully will inspire your will to win, and become better."

Murk walked over to a gun locker and opened it. He began pulling out rifles and passing them out. These are S-11 stun rifles, treat them well as you will be using them often. Now if you will enter the obstacle course, Aplha make a right, Sigma a left, we will begin."

Murk opened the gates to the course and then made his way out of the pit and over to his console. Akaan lead his team to their starting point. Once they reached their so called "base" which was just a few steal walls covered in blaster fire Akaan turned to his team and spoke,

"Ok heres the plan, we're gonna flank 'em. I'll go right, and you two go left. I don't wanna call you bait or anything, but see if you can draw their attention. If you can do that, i'll get 'em from behind."

His team mates nodded and then an alarm sounded. Tornek and Yenor moved off to the left while Akaan went right. He moved quickly and quitely trying not to make as much noise as possible. About two minutes later he heard blaster fire, and over his comm link in his helmet heard Yenor say,

"Torneks down need help."

Akaan stood and ran as fast as he could to where the blaster fire was. He stopped short and saw Yenor being shot at while he hid behind a wall. He looked to where he was being shot from and saw all three of Sigma standing there, firing and laughing. Akaan took a breath and began to think. After a few seconds he ran to where Yenor was sitting and shot at Sigma the same time. He hit one of 'em and then jumped behind the wall. Heaving he asked,

"You ok."

Yenore nodded.

"Ok i'm going to give you cover fire, I took out one so you should be alright. Once I start shooting, you have to run to where I cam from. You have to shoot at them as well."

Yenor nodded and readied himseld.

"GO!"

Yenor took off, and Akaan jumped up and began shooting at Sigma. Yenor caught one in the arm leaving one left. Akaan ducked just in time as a barage of bolts came flying at him. He looked to his left and saw Yenor made it to saftey. He gave him the thumbs up. He then counted on his fingers from three to one and then both jumped out and fired on the remaining member of Sigma team. He was hit several times. The alarm sounded again, and that meant the session was over.Akaan and Yenor helped up Tornek and then the three went and helped out Sigma. The group sat there and waited for Murk. He arrived a few minutes later.

"That was supposed to be your first warm up session, but I think I will count it as todays training mission as well. Good job to all of you. You all pass."

Akaan smiled behind his helmet. He was going to like this.
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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
September 23, 2007 7:22:50 PM    View the profile of Akaan Runi 
Level 1: Cover Tactics
Story 2: Indirect Fire Operations


12:30 rolled around and Akaan was ready this time. He grabbed his datapad and slid it into his backpack. He grabbed a quick drink and headed out the door. After walking for 20 minutes he arrived at the pit. He pushed through the gate and was shocked to see that the fence surrounding the obstacle course had been replaced with a thick steal wall, and on the other side were two somewhat dismantled vehciles. Akaan smiled and made his way to the meeting bunker. Akaan stepped into the meeting room and took a seat. He nodded at Murk, who nodded back.

"Ok everyone, today we're going to play with some artillery. Go get changed and i'll meet you in the filed outside."

The group stodd and made their way to their respective team bunkers. Once in his team bunker he went to his locker and pulled out his katarn armor and put it on. Tornek and Yenor were chating over by their lockers. Akaan stood and walked over to them. He took a seat on th bench by them. They looked at him and spoke at the same time,

"Hey Akaan. Whats up?"

"Nothing just waiting for you two. This time though when we do our warm up session, we're gonna stick together the whole time. Ok?"

"Yea ok." They said.

He looked at them and he could see they appreciated the plan. He smiled and put on his helmet. Once they were dressed they went outside They met up with Sigma team and Murk in the field in the middle of the pit. A medium sized gun emplacement on either side of him. Akaan recognized the make and desgin as empire medium artillery emplacemnets. Murk motioned to the emplacements and spoke.

"Seein' as how the obstacle course has been set up for todays training, there won't be a warm up session. How ever, we are going to have a bit of a race. Each emplacement, made by the empire, has a total of three shells loaded into each. One for each member of your team. You will have to find the coordinates for the vehicles you will be firing on. Set the gun so that when you fire you hit your mark. A few seconds after your shell has it, your emplacemnet will tell you wether you hit or missed, and then your target will be moved. And then the process will repeat again. Any questions?"

Akaan stepped forward and asked,

"How will we find the coordinates?"

"With a spotter of course. However the spotter has to be the one firing the gun. Think of it as a race. O and whoever hits the target the most, will win. First person up get ready.' Yenore moved to get ready. 'GO!"

Akaan watched as Yenor bolted from his spot. He was fast, and had a big lead on his opponent. Once he got to the wall, he started climbing. About halfway up the soldier from Sigma hit the wall and started climbing. Yenor almost fell so when he got to the top, he arrived the same time as his Sigma opponent. Akaan watched as they sat there for a few seconds looking around, and then climbed back down. The Sigma guy had a small lead and got to his emplacemnet first and began dialing in the coordinates, just as Yenor got back. He started punching in the numbers. Yenor covered his ears, and then 'BOOM'. The emplacemnet lurched as the round was fired. Another 'BOOM' sounded as the Sigma team launched their round. Two explosions were heard and then silence. All waited. The results came back. Sigma missed completely, and Yenor was only of by a few degrees. A few seconds later and the screen of the emplacement went green and Tornek took off, the Sigma guy right on his heels. They hit the wall at the same time, but Yornek was a better climber. He reached the top first, looked around and was on his way back. Just as he reached the bottom of the wall, the Sigma team was on the ground. Once Yornek got back, the procedure was the same and he punched in the coordinates. 'BOOM' The emplacemnet lurched a second time as the round flew through the air. This time It was a dead on hit. Sigma fired and everyone watched as their round went flying. They too had a direct hit.

The screens went green and Akaan took off. He sprinted as fast as he could but it wasnt enough Sigma team got to the wall first. He climbed the wall and saw the field below. He hadnt seen it the first two times but down below he saw a few vehicles, each with a little flag above it. He scanned and saw a tank with soldiers around it, a truck with cilians, and a bunker with a flag above it. He marjed the coordiantes for the buker and jumped from his perch, hitting the floor with a thud. He turned to see the Sigma guy do the same thing, but he hurt himself. Akaan laughed in his helmet. He took off towards the emplacements and once their punched in the data and hit fire. The gun realigned it self, and 'BOOM' if fired, lurching a third and final time. They awaited the results once they heard the explosion. The screen buzed, and it was a hit. The Sigma guy made it to his gun, put in the numbers and hit fire. Their emplacement also lurched a third and final time, and their hit was perfect as well.

"Very good all of you. However, Sigma, you fail. I have a datapad with me that tells me which targets you hit. And the ones you hit were either ours, or civlians. Alpha, you pass. All your targets were the republics, and Akaan, you even hit their bunker. Very good. Well thats it for the practical part. Go get cleaned up and meet me in the meeting room."

The two teams split and went and showered and changed. They then made their way to the meeting room. They took their seats and Murk spoke again.

"So now, as you can see it is important that you have the right coordinates, or you might hit the wrong targets. Now what Are these systems used for by what you learned today?"

Akaan raised his hand, "They are used to take out targets otherwise undestoyable by normal weapons fire, and providfe a means of clearing a path for infantry."

"Correct. They are also used to take out large groupings of enemies that would normally overwhlem our own forces. Very good today class. Tomarow you will do the regular warm up and then we will begin class. You are dismissed."

Akaan grabed his bag and left, happy that he had made it through day two of his training.
*DarkDragoons*

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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
September 23, 2007 9:16:43 PM    View the profile of Urakai 
Medic
Pharmacology and Chemistry
Advanced Chemistry Biology (humanoid)

In the well lit room, Urakai was alone, studying the humanoid body. He always liked it this way while he was studying, with all the peace and quiet. He was examining the human heart, as a hologram of it was displayed in front of him along with charts and screenings of information on it.

Wow… I wonder how much blood is pumped per second… he thought to himself, bringing up another chart.

Then, a small beep shattered the silence and sent a jolt through Urakai. Then he realised it was only his comlink.

“Urakai, Kark has scheduled your next medical training programme at room 4D in approximately five minutes.” A man informed, then with a zip, the connection was cut.

Kark? Man, I haven’t seen him in a while… Urakai thought, taking out the data chip of the holo projector and placing it back on the small rack of data chips on the table.

He then slowly made his way out of the medical room, and down the hall. Then, he travelled, by elevator to floor 4, and then began searching for room D. He eventually found it. He noticed that all the other rooms throughout the hall each had something to do with pharmacology or chemistry, and this room seemed to be the only one without a label. With a click of a button, the sliding door swung open and Urakai walked slowly in, surveying his surroundings. A large setup desk with a micro-scanner and different coloured chips underneath it with small vials scattered across the table, another table with a hologram projector, and one last table with a humanoid figured being projected. The rest of the room was filled with charts and micro-scanners. It was almost like the humanoid pathology room, although smaller and for a different purpose.

“Nice to see you again, Urakai.” A familiar voice said as the door slid open.

Urakai turned his head to see Kark in his usual uniform.

“Nice to see you too.” Urakai nodded, walking up to shake hands with him.

“Well, we shouldn’t waste any time,” Kark began, leading Urakai towards a table with screens and charts, “I’m sure you’re eager to get to your next lesson.”

Urakai nodded. He was very eager to begin his next lesson; in fact, he was counting the days he wasted over screenings from his old lessons.

“Today, you are beginning your Advanced Chemistry Biology for Humanoid. This will begin your three lesson course of Pharmacology and Chemistry.” Kark said, holding up a micro scanner.

He then continued, “This is one of the simple tools used in chemistry. It is used to scan chemicals in the humanoid body, such chemicals generated in sweat, and others in blood. More advanced ones study midichlorian rates and have other useful features. Right now, I want you to study basic chemicals in the humanoid body, learn about them and how they benefit to the humanoid body.”

It all seemed simple enough, the micro scanners, the data screens, everything was set up. It was only a matter of minutes before Urakai’s mind was boiling in astonishment. Over sixty chemicals poured over the screens in masses and illustrations. Instead of saying “That’s impossible”, Urakai soon brought himself around to grin and bear it. If this was what medics needed to know, then that’s what he was going to learn.

He quickly learned to operate the micro scanner, and was even enthusiastic enough to take a sample of his blood. Slowly but surely, he learned each of the chemical elements like oxygen, carbon, hydrogen ect. He studied hard, noting on each position in the humanoid body, how they worked in a certain way, each chemical having a purpose. It was only an hour before Kark told him to stop.

“You must have picked up by now, the patterns inside each chemical, the positioning of them all, how they make up the humanoid body. Now observe their reactions, when interacting with other chemicals.” Kark instructed, adding in a chemical not familiar by Urakai to one in the small vial.

Within moments, when the two had collided, it began bubbling and frothing, almost to a point where it seemed like it was going to overflow, when it began to turn green, and then fizzing into dark blue.

“Chemical reaction.” Kark smiled, leaning closer, “Toxic darts and vaccines are created from it. You just need the right formula.”

“Right….” Urakai leaned back in his seat, pretending he didn’t know that, “And what does this have to do with advanced chemistry Biology?”

Kark sighed before answering, “Urakai, you have mastered the basics of being a medic; the next step for you is to learn to work with medicine. Before one can do that though, the principles of chemistry MUST be learned. Don’t worry, Urakai, EVERYTHING that I teach you, and I have taught to former medics-in-training is relevant to being a combat medic.”

Urakai thought for a moment before Kark continued, “Now, you can either accept the responsibilities of the knowledge I am giving you, or you can leave. Your choice.”

What Kark said, Urakai could not deny, and on top of this, he wanted to be a medic more than anything else, “Kark, I’m sorry. I’m ready to continue.”

Kark’s original smile returned, “I knew you’d make the right choice. Now that we’re back on course, my job now, is to teach you to recognise compatible and incompatible organisms in the humanoid cell structures. Eventually, you will be taught to administrate drugs and other various medicines.”

Soon, Kark set up a holographic humanoid figure which showed the bone structure, the muscular system, the cardiovascular system and the nervous system.

“So then, let’s begin,” Kark began as Urakai studied the hologram, “I want you to recognise which chemicals are in each system, and identify the incompatible organisms.”

Soon, Urakai was deep in thought, scanning through each system with a humanoid chemicals chart and a datapad plugged into the holographic projector system. He began picking out the chemicals which did not fit into the pattern of the rest of the system. Every organism and chemical he found harmful was somehow reacting to other chemicals, and the good chemicals turned into bad ones.

Before long, Kark had stopped Urakai from the scanning, and commented on his procedures. Then Kark began teaching Urakai about the chemicals which aren’t always harmful.

“Bacta is full of chemicals which stimulates the bodies normal repair rate as well as supplies the blood with calming nutrients. It is a simple mixture of chemical ingredients which the body reacts to. Now, of the chemicals found in bacta are harmless, but one their own, they’re as good as water to wounds, but mixed with other chemicals which actually react to humanoid, or any other skin, produces the results needed for it’s purpose.” Kark explained.

With Kark’s instructions, Urakai spent the next few hours experimenting with chemicals in the humanoid body and other chemicals. Some reactions Kark warned could be deadly, so Urakai kept clear from those combinations, but the hands on experience of experimenting himself helped him understand different elements in the chemicals. In the time that they had left, Urakai studied a few common medicines used by medics and doctors, but by then, they had run out of time.

“Urakai, you have learned much in this time, and I hope it has not been wasted. It would be a shame for you to show up the next lesson without having studied these things.” Kark smiled.

“So,” Urakai began, “I passed?”

Kark began writing down notes on his data-pad, and said, “I think that is better left to the higher authorities.” With that, he smiled, shaking Urakai’s hand and walked out the door.
Corporal Urakai

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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
September 25, 2007 12:55:54 AM    View the profile of Orobos 
Level 0: Basic Explosives and wiring.


"Right listen up!," the instructor banged on the table until he had complete silence. The small room had about Twelve other people in it and Orobos really stood out being easily the tallest among them.

"I'm going to teach you the basics in explosives and wiring, so on and so fort.. so lets get down to it then," He bent down behind the desk he was standing in and pulled out three items and put them down on the desk.

"Right," he picked up a small block of some white mixture, "this is explosive thermite gel. It can applied to a small area and ignited and will produce enormous amount of heat. Ignite the hole block at once and there should be a small explosion."

He put the gel back down on the desk and picked up a long green grenade. "This is and anti-tank grenade. It can pierce the hull of a moderately strong tank hull or can be used to destroy the tracks or in they don't have tracks will do considerable damage to any weaponry they might have."

He put down the grenade and picked up another one. "Another grenade. It emits a small electrical charge that should mess with any tank sensors and movement and can immobilise small vehicles."

Then he picked up a Datapad. "this will be used along with some other tools and sensor kits to hack computer systems, gain access to locked rooms and such."

"I will be doing some demostrations if you will be kind enough as to follow me." He Walked through a door behind his desk and the group followed him. THey were in a larger room with a wall with safety glass set into it and a heavy door beside it. On the other side of the glass there was a blackened wall.

"Right," the instructor shouted "watch carefully." He walked trough the door with the block of Explosive gel and placed it on the wall where it stuck with no aid required and he placed a small white wire in it. He ignited it and ran out of the room slamming the door after him. about 20 sseconds later the block ignited and there was a bang which left the wall covered with small bits of pasty white gel and blacker then it had been before.

"Now.. that just demonstrates how strong that small block of gel is." he said knowingly. Now if you'll come ove here I will show you how fast an expierianced hacker can slice doors. He walked over to a door set into the wall that led to nowhere. He pulled out a datapad and some wire which he inserted into the alcove behind the control panel. In a matter of seconds it was open. "Now there are other ways of getting a door open like hacking into the system without and wires but there is a chance you will be detected or you can blow the door with a charge or some gel but this way you cannot be detected so easily by the computer it will not make the enemy aware of your posistion."


"These are some basic tools and I advise that you read up on them and their uses. I will send all the info you will need on your datapads. Any questions? Good. Meet outside this building tomorrow at 8am and we'll run through some Basic Training."

With that said he stepped out from the room taking the weapons with him and left the room. The rest of the group proceeded him through the door.
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  RE: Dark Dragoons Specialty Squad Stories
September 26, 2007 1:58:29 PM    View the profile of Orobos 
Level 1: Basic Electronics


"Right.. you will all be given some basic tools and a datapad." THey were assembled outside the building as they were instructed yesterday and the instructor ahd just briefed them and was now running through their equipment. "These are the sort of items you'll be expected to work with in the field. You will all set out by yourselves and each of you will be given a location to where your objective is. You will be working in a small abandoned town which we use for training. Now get your gear and move out"

Orobos had been navigating his way through the small town for about half an hour before he found the building in which his objective lay. It was delapidated and the top right hand corner of the building seemed to have been torn away by a small explosion. Orobos moved up to the door. It was locked. He looked at the control panel next to it. It was hanging of the blackened wall with the wires exposed behind it. Orobos reached out and looked at it for a few seconds before retrieving his datapad and linking it with the control panel. The screen was flooded with numbers. Orobos had the door open in a matter of seconds and was inside.

After moving through the building for a while he found a lift leading to the lower levels.He stepped inside and hit to the down button. The doors closed bt there was a short grinding noise and nothing happened. Orobos looked up at the small service hatch above him and groaned. After some shoving and some persuasion with hsi vibro-axe Orobos managed to get through the tiny hatch. He looked at the grids which conected the lift to the sides of the shaft and took out a set of plier like tools and started to work.

It took him another ten minutes to fix the lift and he was down in the basement. After a quick search all he could find was a desk with a broken datapad on it and some spare parts for some outdated droid. There was a console on the wall which seemingly didn't have any use as there wasn't any door nearby. He walked over to it and inspected it more closely. After some time he noticed a small crack going up the wall beside the console. He hadn't noticed it because of the dimm light and the walls were covered in a thick soot.

After a while of tugging and shoving with a small crowbar which he had been giving before the mission he managed to open the door. It led to a small room with a screen and a large desk with an array of dials and keys on it. It looked as it hadn't been used in ages. After bringing up some options he found that a small satalit dish was amitting some sort of transmission. It took Orobos about half an hour to disable the dish and then he headed back to the edge of the town were a truck would pick him up.

The instructor smiled to himself as one of the flashing red lights on the larhe hologram in front of him stopped falshing.

"Glad to see these guys can do somehting. Three dishes down within two hours."

"Better then the last group anyway," the man beside the instructor replied, "Most of them couldn't even get past the front door."

"Don't remind me," the instructor laughed. "hopefully we should be done with this batch before the months out.

"Don't get your hopes up," the other man responded, "they still have to impress me."

"Go easy on them Dave they're just rookies."
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