Survival of the Fittest
Special Forces Training

Lukas entered the classroom and looked around. He saw other upper ranks like corporal and sergeant in the class with him, but no other Private First Class. Lukas quietly went to his seat twoards the back of the class near a window by himself. A tone sounded about three minutes later meaning the class would start shortly. A few moments later his squad leader, Kuroishi, walked over the threshold of the doorway into the classroom. Kuroishi surveyed the classroom and took note of who was there.

Kuroishi then said "Welcome to Special Forces Tactics class, this is where you will learn how to work alone and in covert situations". As Lukas heard Kuroishi talking, he made mental notes about key positions and how to attack.  Lukas continued to listen and thought about tactics when Kuroishi gave the class different scenarios. After Kuroishi was done talking, he asked Lukas to be the first one to go into the siumulator. Kuroishi walked him to were the simulator was. Lukas walked up to it and Kuroishi opened it up and gave him a thumbs up. Lukas stepped into the simulator and felt a rush of wind past his body from the hatch just being opened.

Lukas heard the hatch close with a hissing sound and heard Kuroishi's voice over the communicator a few moments later. "Lukas, your three objectives are to raid, raid in force, and use guerrilla tactics". As soon as Lukas was done hearing his orders, he looked around at his surroundings. It was dark and the landscape was overed with trees, the terrain was soft. Lukas walked to a clearing, which took him 15 minutes. Kuroishi came over the comm. again, "There is a Rebel Command base about 5 kilometers from you due west of your position". Lukas headed west and ran at a pace, when he got near the Rebel command base he hid in the underbrush looking for guards near the gate.

The coast looked clear so he checked to make sure all his gear was loaded and ready for action. Lukas got up and ran across the soft ground and saw two patrol guards near the gate. He aimed quickly while running and shot twice, striking both guards in the forehead. He then took a key from one of the guards and opened the gate quietly and slowly, closing it behind him. Kuroishi whispered into the comm. "We should maintain communication silence unless it is an emergency". Lukas switched off the radio device to make sure no enemy sensor would pick up an incoming transmission from Kuroishi.

Lukas remembered as he came over the hill into the valley were the Rebel command base was, that there was a weapons depot to the back of the base. Lukas also noticed that they had numerous search lights around the compound. He went along the shadows out of the search lights ranges to be detected. As soon as Lukas got to the back of the command base he saw the weapons depot. Lukas ran up to the back of the depot and slowly made his way up the side towards the front. He slowly peekd around the corner and saw an trooper with a standard blaster.

As soon as the Rebel trooper turned his back to him, Lukas ran up behind him, unsheathed his knife, and slit his throat. The troopers body went limp in a few moments. He then opened the weapon depot door and dragged the trooper inside with him. Lukas saw some of the weapons through the moonlight that came through a nearby window. He went over and searched the depot and found a whole bunch of crates full of weapons.

Lukas looked through some of the crates and found a vibrocutter and began cutting the furthest wall to the back of the depot. This took him twenty minutes to do, because he checked to see if any other rebel soldiers were around. He finally got done and checked the nearby window to make sure the coast was clear. He flipped the switch to the comm. back on to speak to Kuroishi. "I cut out the back part of the weapons depot and left all the crates inside of the depot, send a transport to pick up the weapons", Lukas said. Kuroishi responded, "Well done Lukas, now go and complete the other two objectives, there is a squad of 3 men waiting about 300 yards near a river".

After Lukas saw the transport laod all the weapons supplies, he went and met the squad members. He then explained the other two objectives. "We will do a sporadic attack on an outpost full of Rebel troopers after they raid the Rebel Vehicle hangar full of speeders". The other squad members nodded at these objectives. They headed south towards the vehicle hangar, and made it safely there an hour later. Lukas and his fellow squad members made sure the coast was clear and began to make there way into the hangar.

As soon as they were inside the vehicle hangar a loud, blaring noise throught the compound echoed. 10 to 20 rebel soldiers flooded in, one of them said "Drop your weapons, you Imperial scumbags!". Lukas kept his weapon in a firm grip, looking at the soldier with an icy glare. Lukas and his soldiers kept in a tight circle, to cover each others backs since they were surrounded. Lukas began to open fire, followed by his other teammates, catching the rebels totally off-guard. They quickly dispatched of them all, but more kept coming.

Lukas and another soldier covered the other two soldiers, allowing them enough time to get into two of the speeders. The rebels started to panic, scream, and retreat out of the hangar. Lukas got up and looked at his shoulder, he had been hit by a few stray blaster bolts. Lukas said over the comm. "We will all go to the rebel outpost next and do the sporadic attack that wil kind of cripple them". Kuroishi came over the comm. saying, "Great job, one more objective to go".

Lukas and the other remaining soldier had gotten into a speeder and then headed off to the outpost. Lukas spoke to the others, "When we get there we will attack from two different directions and hit different points at different times". They landed about 15 miles from the outpost. Lukas asked, "Is there any heavy weaponry in the outpost that will take down the speeders?". One of the soldiers replied, "The only weapon that will harm the speeders are the laser turrets mounted on there walls". Lukas nodded and took note of this. Around mid-afternoon the next day the first raid was constructed, both land speeders took out the turrets.

They landed back near a valley after conducting the raid. Lukas and the others did the final raid by circling the outpost and crippling it good. As soon as this was done the simulator stopped and the hatch opened with a whooshing sound. Lukas stepped out and Kuroishi said, "Excellent job". Lukas nodded and headed back towards the Wraith barracks.
 
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Name: Lukas Yuy
Rank: Private First Class
TRP/PFC Lukas Yuy/4SQD/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/VEA/VE
Squad: Wraith
Occupation: Sniper

[OOC: I gotta agree with Kuroishi, grumpy old man syndrome coming on  ]

Argon heard snoring from Kuroishi in the next room.

Obviously he was taking this new thing as seriously as always.

Argon thought about it for a moment, he had been a member of the Planetary Operations Division for a year before they disbanded, and the group of random knife-wielding maniacs and pyromaniacs had taught him a lot about anything that could help him in combat.

In addition, he had led the Dread Knights, the black ops arm of the Vast Empire until life caught up to him.

Now he was a member of the special operations squad, and they wanted him to go back to the academy for training?

Leaning back, he decided that maybe Kuroishi had gotten it right this time.

Perhaps their snores would form a symphony of some kind...
 
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Argon Viper
IW COL Argon Viper{ret}
Fallen Angel and Proud of It!
"History is on the move, those who cannot keep up will watch from a distance, and those who get in our way will not watch at all" - Grand Admiral Thrawn
"In combat, second place is only the last to die."- Anonymous
"Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses" - Carl G Jung

Combat Medic
Advanced First Aid

The room was deathly quiet as Private First Class Slick walked in.  He looked around the room, and all he saw was his Squad Leader Kuroishi, and the combat simulator.  He walked slowly, afraid of what was about to occur.  As he approached his Sergeant, Slick's palms became quite sweaty.  After a moment Kuroishi looked at his trooper, and gave a small sad smile.

"Alright, look kid.  You're here for a combat simulation, and it ain't an easy one.  I told the Major that you were ready for a bigger course than the basics, and after alot of arguing he agreed.  You're going through the hard one.  You're ready though... You're Special Operations kid.  You can do anything.  I'm behind you as is the rest of the squad.  Are you ready?"

Slick tried to swallow, but it felt as if his throat was lined with sandpaper.  After a moment he was able to give a small nod.  Kuroishi took that as a sign, and started uploading the program.  After a moment he motioned for Slick to have a seat in the repulsar chair.  He did, and within seconds he was uploaded into the program...

"What's the matter with you trooper?" As Slick opened his eyes he was starring in the face of a Captain. "Get up!  We have a war to win here!"

Slick stood and looked around him.  A dirty-faced squad was staring back at him.  It seemed that all of them were battle hardened, and ready to die.  The officer jerked him to his feet, and proceeded to rip an inch off his hide.

"We have three men out of commission over there, and here you are laying on the ground private!  What on earth are you thinking?  You're the medic!  Go fix them, and get them back in my war!"  The captain yelled in a hurried voice.

"Yes sir!"  replied Slick with a yelp, as he stood at attention.

He began to run to where the Captain had been pointing, and within minutes he had found the three troopers.  One had a leg that was beginning to smell gangrenous.  The other two had very large blaster burns in their upper torso's.  Slick pulled his medical pack from around his waist, and proceeded to help the blaster victoms.  He pulled a Med-Button applicator from his pouch, and hit each of them with a large dose.  They seemed to settle for a moment.  Slick took those sacred few seconds, and proceeded to the trooped with the busted leg.  He looked over the leg as the trooper laid their moaning.  There is no way that I can save his leg, Slick thought to himself.

"Trooper." When the soldier continued to moan, Slick yelled, "Trooper! If you want to live then you had best listen to me!" The soldier looked at Slick with the saddest eyes he had ever seen.

"I need you to bite down on this." Slick held up a portable morphine injector, and placed it in the soldiers mouth.

As the soldier bit down on it Slick monitered the time.  After a few minutes he took the injector, and pulled a plasma-cutter from his pouch.  As the soldier relaxed, Slick began to slice through his leg.  As the cutter began to go through Slick gagged as the smell of burning flesh assualted his nostrils.  After about two minutes the leg was cut off, and Slick motioned to two soldiers.  They hurriedly came over.

"Get this man out of here.  Now!" yelled Slick as he threw the useless appendage away. "He's not fighting today!  I said now!"

The soldiers reacted quickly, and put the man on a strecher.  As they carried him away Slick turned his attention to his other two charges.  He quickly pulled a Lermacrite gauze roll from his pouch, and proceeded to treat the two men.  He had them raise up, as he rolled the gauze around their torso.  He rolled it around them about three times, and as the two soldiers from before came back he motioned them over.

"Get these two men away from the battlefield!  They can't fight in the shape they're in!  They are stitched to the best of my ability, and now I need you to get them out of here!"  Slick yelled over the artillery fire that had just begun to rain down.

The soldiers nodded, and began to carry the woulded soldiers away even as the ground shook all around them.  As Slick hurried over to the Captain, he felt a sharp tug around his navel...

As he came back to consciousness, he saw Kuroishi staring at him.  The Sergeant was smiling in a secretive way.  He helped Slick from the repulsar chair, and onto his feet.  Within a few minutes Slick was able to regain his posture.  Sweat was rolling off of him, and he was just now remembering where he was.

"How... how did I do?" he asked slightly quesy.

"You did fine kid.  I think the Empire will be very proud of you!" Kuroishi said with a smile as he helped his soldier from the simulation room.

Comments: Good work for a first story. I think a bit more length wouldn't hurt, but even so: you did a good job.
 
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TRP/PFC Slick/4SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA[LoR]

"Someday we will all be alone.  All alone in a combat zone, but the Corps going to bring us home."

Combat Medic
Advanced First Aid
Story Two

"Platoon! Attention!"  screamed the sergeant as Captain Granting walked past.

Slick snapped his heels together, and brought his eyes straight ahead.  It had been three days since his first training as a medic in the simulation chamber.  Just yesterday he had been sent to the 1-152 Field Medical Battalion for training.  He... and about forty others.

They all stood outside a classroom in a long hallway waiting for admittance.  Since he had finished his basic training to become a stormtrooper, he had not seen such a strict training environment.  Finally the door to the classroom opened.

The sergeant turned to them. "Get in.  Now!  I said move!  Move, move, move!"

The platoon rushed in, and a few stragglers at the end of the line were dropped.  The rest of them quickly moved behind the tables to an empty chair.  They snapped to attention as soon as they found a place.  The click of boot heels echoed throughout the room.  Someone walked up onto the stage, and turned to face them.

"Take your seats!" he bellowed, and the troopers did as they were told.

"I am Major Umbarger.  I will be the commanding officer overseeing your training.  You are all here to become combat medics.  This is not an easy field.  Your job is to save lives.  Therefore, myself, and my cadre will not tolerate screwups!  Do you understand me!"

The soldiers sounded out as one, "Yes sir."

Umbarger then showed a toothy grin, "Then lets begin."

A screen slid down the wall behind him, and the lights were slightly dimmed.  By this time the stragglers, about five total were entering the room drenched in sweat.  Several of the cadre, all of them sergeants began walking around the room passing out various tools, and equiptment.  When that was done they kept walking... hoping to catch a private sleeping.

The major lifted an item up, "Does anyone know what this is?"

Silence.  Then finally Slick raised his hand, and the major pointed to him.  As he stood Slick snapped to attention.  "Sir. Private First Class Slick believes that that is a plasma cutter."

"Correct." As Slick sat the major continued. "This item is used to sever the limbs of soldiers who have had extensive damage to an appendage.  If the wound is gangrenous, and has gone to long without the proper medication, the limb is also removed.  Many of you will find it hard to do this.  That is how we seperate the men... from the soldiers.  Next!  What is this?"

A young soldier raised his hand, and the major pointed to him. "Sir.  Private Jones believes that is a peniccilion injecter."

As he finished a sergeant ran over, and began to scream in his face.  "What!? You've got to be kidding me?  Even the most stupid of privates know's what that is.  Come with me.  I think your body needs to hurt while I explain what that is to you."

As they left Slick turned his attention back to the major who had just begun speaking again. "As you can now tell, that answer was wrong.  This is a portable morphine injecter.  This is used when a patient is in extreme pain, and will sometimes become irrational, delirious, and will not let you help him.  This is applied in those situations.  Before removing a limb, or operating in any way this item should be used."

The major stopped for a moment, and let it sink in. "Now you have the tools of your field in front of you.  Study them, and learn what they are for.  You will need to know them as much as you will need to know a weapon.  We will be in classes for the next five days.  Then you will be able to move to the field for training.  You are now dismissed for chow.  Platoon! Attention!"  He waited for them all to snap to it. "Dismissed!"


 
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TRP/PFC Slick/4SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA[LoR]

"Someday we will all be alone.  All alone in a combat zone, but the Corps going to bring us home."

Basic Wiring/Electronics
Combat Engineer Training


    Arnaut stepped briskly into the academy, listening excitedly to the clacking of his new boots on the finely polished floor.  It's great to be back in school. The academy here was much nicer than the school he had attended back on Tatooine as a boy was. Everything was high tech, crisp and clean, unlike the sand-clogged place he had gone to. He passed through a set of doors and into the main lobby where a receptionist was sitting. Casually he strolled up to her and said, "Which way to Combat Engineer training?"
   
"If you would please connect your datapad to this port," she said indicating to a small node protruding from her desk, "I can upload a map of the academy, the location of your classroom, and files the teacher has left for you."
   
Arnaut took his datapad out of his pocket and plugged it in. After a second, he heard a satisfying *Beep* signifying that the upload was complete.
   
"You better hurry," She said in a caring tone. "You don't want to be late to your first lesson."
   
"I have time," He replied nonchalantly as he stared at his datapad. His room was only two stories up from here. He surely had time. He glanced at his chrono-meter. Or not! He was supposed to be in his classroom in three minutes. Breaking off in a run, he headed for the nearest turbo lift. He skidded to halt right in front of it and pressed the button. Thankfully the doors slid open right away. He hopped inside and rode it up to the third story.
   
Jumping out of the lift, he ran down the hall towards his classroom. The halls were empty since most students were already in classes. He stopped right in front of his door. He looked down at his chrono-meter again. Only one minute late. He pressed the button for the door, and it slid open in front of him. He stepped inside. Arnaut noticed the other students already sitting at desks, each with a partner, about the room. The instructor looked up at him from behind his desk.  He was old, lines creasing his tanned face. His gray hair was cropped on his head, cut to military perfection. He looked like he'd seen a lot of battles.
   
"PFC Arnaut? You're late. Please take a seat in the back of the room." Arnaut hung his head, avoiding the stares of the other students, and walked to the back of the room. He took a seat next to a man that looked about his age. Most everyone else in the class, though, was younger than him.
   
"So as I was saying before I was interrupted, this is the Combat Engineering course. In here you will learn how to barricades on the battlefield and how to use explosives properly. If your squad is going through a mission and comes up with some resistance from a fortified bunker, you'd better know which explosive to use to take the bunker down." He stared at the class intently, making sure they were all listening. "Today, though we will be going over basic wiring and how to wire small electronic devices." He reached for a crate to the side of his desk, opened it up, and motioned for the first person to walk up to the front of the room.

"Take a backpack and a datapad from up here," The instructor told them, motioning to the small row of datapads resting on his desk. "And, no, don't tell me you already have a datapad," he said calmly referring to one of the students getting ready to protest. "They are for the training exercise today."

"When you come up here, one person at your table needs to get a blue datapad," pointing to a datapad with a blue stripe on it. "And the other needs to get a red datapad. Otherwise, you can not complete the exercise." Arnaut walked up to the table, following his partner, and grabbed a blue datapad and a backpack. Once everyone was seated again the instructor spoke.

"Now that each of table has two datapads of different colors and two backpacks, I can explain our lesson today. This is just a quick exercise to test how well you know the material I sent you in your datapad." There were audible groans; many people, including Arnaut, had not even begun to read their datapads.

"Each datapad has a different problem with it. You and your partner must get files from one datapad to the other. Your table will complete this when you have shown me that you have moved one file from one datapad to the other. You have two hours. More than enough time. You may begin."

"Hello, my name is Arnaut Taran," Arnaut said, extending his hand to his partner.

"Josh...Josh Barath ," He said shaking Arnaut's hand. "So, have you read anything at all out of your datapad yet?

"No, not really," Arnaut replied sheepishly.

"Well then, at least we're in the same boat. Alright, you read and I'll tackle getting this thing apart." Josh said, picking up his red datapad.

Arnaut pulled out his datapad as Josh took out a magnetic screwdriver. Time to get down and dirty. Arnaut scrolled through his files that had been sent by the teacher looking for anything important. Finally he found a file. Datapad Repair. Hmmm. Arnaut skimmed through it and decided he could've guessed and done a better job at repairing datapads then the files he was sent. He tossed his datapad onto the table.

"Well, the instructor gave us nothing useful. Just up to us then." Josh simply nodded and continued working in the innards of his datapad. Suddenly a blue spark of electricity shot out from a frayed wire and shocked Josh's finger. With a yelp a jumped back and almost knocked over his chair.

"Grr...I just want to rip that thing apart." Josh said angrily.

"Well, let's get started doing just that then." Josh arched an eyebrow quizzically. Arnaut grabbed the broken datapad and looked around at the cords and such in it. The frayed cords that had shocked Josh still sparked and fizzed, so Arnaut grabbed song pliers and yanked them out, being sure to keep the contacts at the end of the wires intact. He would need to replace them. Taking some small wire out of his backpack, along with a solder iron and some solder, he put new wires back in place. Then noticing the processing chip was badly melted he ripped it out too.

"Well, it seems your datapad doesn't have too many problems. We just need to figure out how to make a makeshift processing chip." Arnaut stared down at the melted part in his hands. He could just barely discern the different parts it was made of. Arnaut took out a small, green chip board about the size of the old chip and set it on the table.

"Let's get started then." Josh dumped a small sack of electronically components on the table

---One hour later---

"Ow! You stupid datapad, I'm gonna..." Josh shook his fusion cutter menacingly at the blue datapad. He had been zapped for about the tenth time.

"Don't hurt it, we need it to complete the challenge. Let's take this slowly, we're still ahead of the others."

So far they had been able to get the red datapad up and working. It had a bunch of files named TEST_RED_32.  The main chip had had to be replaced (with much delicacy, they had made an exact replica of it by looking at the remains of the old one), more wires had been ripped out and replaced and they had repaired the memory chip. It was fairly simple.

The blue datapad, on the other hand, was quite harder to work with. For one, most of the circuits had been melted together forming one big slagheap in the middle of the datapad, which didn't want to come out. The memory was intact (thankfully), but the rest of it looked beyond repair.

"To hell with this test!" Josh grabbed a magnetic screwdriver and shoved it straight into the heart of the melted parts, narrowly missing the memory. Getting the screwdriver successfully lodged in the melted metal, he yanked with all his might. Since the parts were melted to the back of the datapad's screen, the entire plastoid screen came ripping out. The memory also came out and plopped onto the table unhurt.

Arnaut gaped.

"Our test!" he exclaimed. Only then did Josh seem to realize what he'd done.

"Awww! Damn this!!" He brought his fist down on the remains of the datapad.  "I wish we could use our own dat&" He stopped mid sentence. He picked up his datapad excitedly and started pulling off the back.

"But the instructor..." Arnaut stopped as he thought about what the instructor HAD said, "...never said we COULDN'T use our datapads." His eyes lit up. He now knew his partner's plan. Josh almost had the back of his datapad off now, and Arnaut busied himself with getting more wire out to use.

"Alright, the back is off, hand me that memory chip." Josh said, carefully extracting his own memory from his datapad. Arnaut handed him some spare wire and the memory. Josh placed it in. Booting it up, they were greeted with a page displaying five files. TEST_BLUE_33.

"Alright, let's do this." Arnaut said. They hooked the datapads via cable and transported the blue test data onto the red datapad.

"Time to turn it in." They said gleefully as they walked towards the instructor's desk. They noticed other students still working on it, muttering curses as springs shot out at them and wires cackled with electricity in front of them.

"Sir," Arnaut started, "We have transferred data from one of the datapad's to the other."

"Very good, may I see the datapads." Arnaut held up the two datapads to show: one in almost pristine condition, one with its chips and screen ripped out.

"Ah, yes, how did you manage to transfer these files when your datapad has no memory in it and is completely broken." The instructor said pointing to the broken one while scrolling through the files on the no-so-broken datapad.

Looking around to see if any other students in the classroom were listening, Josh replied, "Well, uh, we transferred the blue memory over to our datapad, and then transferred it to the other datapad. You never actually said we couldn't use our own datapads, and we have transferred files from one of the datapads to the other...just not directly."

The instructor smiled. "You are the first group to have completed this test in a long time. One of the datapads is always broken beyond repair. The trick is, you have to think outside the box. Always view the other options. Very well done. I'm passing you for today, with a commendation for your good work."

Arnaut and Josh looked at each other happily.

"You may leave now, I need to finish up the grading of these other students. It's pretty hard since rarely ever do people complete the challenge, I have to judge them on what they have complete." He sighed. "It's going to take a while. Anyway, I will see you tomorrow."

Josh and Arnaut jogged out of the room, well aware of the trailing stares of their students on their backs. Once out said, Josh let out a Whoop!

"Alright! We did it! We completed the first day of Combat engineer training. Whaddya say we head on down to the bar for a few drinks. To celebrate our first day."

Arnaut broke out in a grin. "I'll drink to that!"

Comments: SAVE ME A DRINK! No, seriously good work on such a bland topic. I look forward to reading the rest of your work. Hopefully this Josh person will make future appearances in your stories.


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Private First Class Arnaut
Wraith Squad
Vast Empire Army
TRP/PFC Arnaut/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE

"Take care of your equipment, and your equipment will take care of you"

Field Fortifications
Combat Engineer Training


Arnaut woke up groggily. His mind absently searched through itself trying to piece together all that he had done the day before. The only conclusion came out to be that his brain was thoroughly tired. He looked at his clock. Four AM.  The thought floated through his mind, looking for something to connect to. Four AM...yesterday. Yesterday's early start for class.  Suddenly all of the previous day's memories assaulted Arnaut's mind. Nav Computers, Pistols, Explosives. Green wires, red wires, blue switches. Arnaut let out a small moan and fell back to his pillow.

He laid there for an indefinite amount of time, staring at his ceiling. Finally deciding he could do this no longer, he rolled off his bed and went to his miniature fridge. It was now four thirty. He still had an hour 'till class. He pulled a box of "Storm-O's: the Stormtrooper Cereal!" out of his fridge, and poured himself a bowl.  Finishing it off he washed up a bit and turned on the holonet to watch the morning news.

At about five o'clock, a loud knocking came at his door. He opened it up, and was greeted by Josh.

"Ready to go?" He said, earnest showing in his eyes. Arnaut nodded tiredly, grabbed his pack, and walked out the door.

"I hate these early lessons. At least we'll be with our class today," Arnaut said, as they walked outside, onto the academy grounds. Like yesterday, they were completely deserted. Slowly, they walked into the building. This time, the receptionist was there.

"Good day," She said merrily. "If you are here for Combat Engineer classes, they are out in the field today." Arnaut and Josh thanked her, and walked back out the doors to the Military Training Field.

At the field they saw the rest of their class, which was about twenty other students, already standing in line. They rushed up to meet  them, and stood at attention in line. Their new instructor squinted at each of them intently. He was much younger than the last one and didn't look quite as cheerful.

"Men...uh-ten-SHUN!" He yelled at them. The group stood as straight as they could. "My name is Sergeant Krath. I will be your instructor for today. Today, you will be learning the basics of field fortifications. You will learn how to properly defend yourself, and your squad members against enemy troops. But most of all, today you will be learning how to better work as a team to make fortifications, and how to make proper fortifications for yourself alone." He continued staring at the people assembled in front of him, a look of contempt on his face. He didn't seem to be enjoying his time as the instructor.

"We will have a very hard challenge today.  The class will be divided into two groups. One group will collect supplies from me and set out to make a fortified base for themselves. The other team will try and take the base. Everyone will be equipped with stun rifles. Now, let's break up into groups."

The line of students was divided down the middle. The first group got on plastoid chest plates that had been painted blue. The other team got red chest plates.  Arnaut and Josh slipped into their red chest plates, which fit pretty well. The instructor once more ordered them to line up. He handed them all stun rifles, which closely resembled E-11 rifles.

"Each team will have a designated medic. The medic will carry ten of these around." The instructor said, holding up a few small blue capsules that were filled with liquid. "These are muscle stimulants. If you are stunned, the medic will squirt one of these into your mouth to get you back in the fight. Remember, you only have ten, so use them wisely." He handed a small sack of ten capsules to one person on each team. They attached the sacks to their belts.

"Now," he said grabbing the cart of supplies that someone had just brought him, "I have updated your datapads with various types of defenses that can be used. Red team will be first to defend. You will have thirty minutes to assemble your defenses. You may begin."

Red team rushed over to the cart and started debating over where to assemble their base. Someone noticed a small hill off in the distance, surrounded with trees and it was agreed that they should set of their base there. They rushed off in that direction, shoving the hover cart along. Once they got there, they started unloading supplies. They had ten reinforced durasteel metal sheets, each one inch thick, four feet long and four feet high. Perfect walls. They also had about twenty long metal poles. The medic took charge, giving orders to the people unloading the cart.

"Alright, set these metal poles over there, on top of the hill. No, no, no the metal sheets over there. Alright let's get building people."

At the base of the hill, two red members broke out their shovels and started building a trench. Arnaut grabbed a reinforced steel sheet and welded two short metal poles diagonally to the back. He set it at the top of the hill. It served as the beginning of the wall. Three more were placed along side of it, the poles that were welded to the back served as supports and were stuck into the ground. Behind it, another deep trench was dug from where the team would fire. Arnaut took out his fusion cutter and cut a small hole at the top of each metal sheet where the team could rest their blasters as they fired. By the time the top was fortified,  they had a large wall of  six durasteel sheets in front, with four in a semi-circle protecting their flanks. They had a trench encircling the top and bottom of the hill.

From their position, red team could see all the enemy movements. It was all flat surrounding the hill. Since it was only five thirty in the morning, the surrounding land was dark. This could either help or hinder the opposing team. Two hours, fifteen minutes 'till daybreak, Arnaut thought, glancing at his chrono-meter. He got up, grabbed a shovel, and helped dig out a trench.

As far as Arnaut could tell, his group was doing pretty well. They had the high ground...advantage one. They had cover...advantage two.  They had cover of night...advantage three. Although, the enemies could use that last advantage too. Arnaut grabbed a metal pole, and went to reinforce the metal wall. He welded the end of a pole to one metal sheet, and the other end to the sheet next to it. Now it would be harder for the enemies to push over the barricade, with the walls connected to eachother.

Someone yelled out from the bottom of the hill, "Eight minutes people! Everybody, find a post."

The red team scrambled to the wall, resting their guns in the spots Arnaut had cut out. Two people had been designated snipers. They laid in wait, outside of the base, ready to providing fire towards the enemies flanks. Arnaut grabbed his rifle and ran up next to Josh who he hadn't seen in the whole thirty minutes.

"Alright, we have weak points along the west walls. There are large gaps between the metal sheets. We have stationed the most people there because if the enemy has any sense at all, they'll attack there." Josh said to Arnaut as they jumped into the upper trench.

"Where's that hover cart and how much time do we have left?"

"The cart's at the bottom of the hill, and we only have five minutes left. Why?" He said, getting a look of concern on his face.

"I'll be right back." Arnaut said, dropping his rifle and grabbing his fusion cutter. He ran to the bottom of the hill where the cart had been overturned. Turning it on again, and flipping it over, he pushed it back up to the top and over to the west wall. There the metal sheets were spaced pretty far apart. He set the cart between two of the sheets. If fit perfectly. He welded the sides down and packed the dirt around the bottom of it. At least that gap is filled. He rushed back to meet Josh.

"How much time do we have left?" Arnaut asked.

"None, here they come." Josh said. And sure enough movement could be seen below. The medic came and patted them all on the shoulders, making sure the wall was filled. All lights had been turned out and visibility was poor. The medic plopped down next to Arnaut and Josh.

"Well, no time like the present for introductions. My name is Seth D'kar." He said, not staring at them, but out into the field.

"Josh Barath and my buddy Arnaut Taran," Josh said in return, staring at the field as well. The indistinct movements now materialized into forms. Human forms. They started making their way to the base of the hill. Arnaut hefted up his gun, taking the safety off. Ten other clicks could be heard faintly on the hill as ten red members turned their guns' safety off.  The forms stopped in front of the hill..and immediately broke off into two groups, one to the left one to the right. The shadows of the nearby trees hid their movements. Arnaut muttered a curse. Everyone shifted uneasily. And suddenly, the attack came. From the other end of the line, a shout arose as blue stun bolts flew at them. Red team was not so helpless though. They returned fire with ferocity.

Screams arose as half of blue team tried to force its way up to the hill, but didn't make it, cut down by stun bolts. The other half of the blue team was nowhere to be seen. Two members of red team had gotten hit and Seth ran over to revive them. Arnaut scanned the ground in front of him at the base of the hill. The attack would come from this side. All he had to do was wait for it. It would come.

Two stun bolts flew past Arnaut's head, causing him to duck behind the wall. He returned fire from, hitting two people on the ground. Their muscles went limp and they slumped to the ground as they were stunned. Arnaut turned around to see how the rest of the team was faring. 

Red team had backed away from the wall a bit, as the blue team had gotten too close. The enemies were trying to uproot the wall. Not my wall. Arnaut left Josh and four others firing from the wall behind him as he charged to help Seth. A blue trooper tried to climb the wall, but was immediately shot, his limp body falling into the red team's trench.

"They get shot if they try to climb it, so right now they're trying to dig out the wall. Hopefully the support poles are wedged far enough into the ground so that they won't come loose," Seth said as he emptied the contents of a pill into a stunned troopers mouth. Unfortunately, the blue team did break through. In a flurry of dust, the support poles of one section were pulled out from the ground and the section of wall fell. Two stun shots flew in from the cloud of dust hitting two more reds. Not good. Arnaut returned fire, knocking a blue member who was chaging in off his feet. He rushed over to the fallen wall, just barely missing two stun shots.  He jumped over to the fallen wall. Yanking up the wall into his hand, he used it like a shield, firing from behind it. Troopers fell, shots flew back and forth. He never turned around to check on his team, he just kept firing at the blues coming toward him, and doging their fire.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity of standing at the wall firing, the shout came from the instructor that the exercise was over: the red team had won. All blue team members had been stunned.

Arnaut looked around, and was very pleased to see his makeshift cart barrier had held. One other part of the wall had been breached and stunned soldiers lay helpless around it. Arnaut noticed a familiar face among the fallen. Arnaut ran over to where Josh lay, and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He was sprawled out over the wall limbs spread out at odd angles. Sergeant Krath walked over and started handing out muscle stimulants. Arnaut squished one pill into Josh's mouth.

"Pretty good red team, although you allowed the enemy to breach your wall in two places." He seemed friendlier now seeing his students sprawled all over the ground. "Now you will switch places. Blue team will defend. Meet me out on the field where we started."

Everyone slowly walked back to the starting point as academy attendants collected up the scraps of the battle to recycle and filled in the trenches. Many people were limping, or being dragged on their friend's shoulders, their legs still limp from being stunned. Josh was able to get up on his own and they met up with Seth and followed the crowd back to the field.

---Fifty Minutes Later---

Arnaut crouched low, his group surrounding him, the first rays of dawn shining on their backs. He shifted his blaster uncomfortably in his hand. Just an hour ago, that was me, he thought, staring up the hill where the blue team had constructed their barricade. They had used almost the same design as the red team, but Arnaut could tell that they hadn't put trenching behind their wall. No cover if the wall came down. He sat there, waiting, ready to execute his plan.

Suddenly, he saw Seth on the other side give the signal. It was time to move. Shaking off the sudden fatigue that was creeping on him, he gathered his small group around him (about half the team) and told them to break into formation. They spread out and started aiming for easy targets. All they had to do was wait for the second signal. First we used construction skills to hold off the enemy, now time to put those skills to use defeating the enemy.

The signal came: blaster fire erupting from the other side of the hill. Arnaut lined up his gun with the head of the first trooper he saw and opened fire. His group did the same. Two blue members were down before they even knew what had happened to them. The rest were taken by surprise by the sudden attack, but only for a split-second. It was all the time his group needed. They broke from their tree cover and jumped to the base of the hill, directly under the blue teams' line of sight. It had a 75-degree slope. Red team had compensated for this problem, being unable to see the bottom of the hill in this place do to the angle of the hill, by moving their walls down slightly and angling them back. Blue team had not.

A blue member peeked his head out from over the wall, away from cover, to fire down at the troops, but was greeted with a stun bolt to the face. His body fell over the wall and rolled almost lifelessly past the group. The last group member went to make sure he was still alive, just in case, and upon confirmation, the group made their way up the hill.

Know your enemy's weakness.

Krath's advice rang through his head. Blue team had, unfortunately for them, chose to use the same hill as red team. Arnaut had remembered both this blind spot on the hill, and another object on this hill of great importance, and advised Seth, the team's leader now, to let him take a group to exploit this weakness if blue team had used this hill. They had. Arnaut spotted his object: what appeared to be a small stone jutting out from the side of the hill. It actually connected to a much larger stone, which Arnaut had tripped on while working on top of the hill. It went right underneath this wall.

Arnaut took out his shovel and started digging away at the rock, whilst his group shot any unlucky blue member to poke his head over the wall. He motioned for another one of his group members to grab his shovel and help. Once they had a good portion of the rock unearthed, the entire group grabbed hold and yanked. A small boulder came loose in their hands, and they sent it tumbling down the hill, careful not to hit the stunned blue member lying at the bottom. There was a large gap now underneath the metal sheet. The group grabbed onto this and yanked the section of the wall free. The first wall breach.

Arnaut fired a volley of shots, reloaded, and fired again. The blue team had barely noticed their wall fall apart, so busy they were holding off Seth and Josh's group. They turned around and fired at the new threat, but their shots went wild because the sun was in their faces. Arnaut fired at two blue members looking to get away from the fight by jumping over the wall. They fell immediately. Two stun bolts came from behind him and connected with another blue member. The mass of blue team that had been defending against Seth and Josh now were faced with and enemy on both sides. No matter which way they turned, they were shot from behind. They dropped like flies and in no time, Seth had climbed over their wall and into the fortifications. Red team owned the hill.

The Sergeant Krath walked up once more and started handing out muscle stimulants.

"Very well done again red team," Now he seemed truly happy. "The diversion trick worked very well. That's all for today. I will judge your performance based on cameras I had placed on your chest-plates and guns. You are dismissed for today. Be sure to read what I sent you in your datapads and what I will send you tonight. And remember, the simulation rooms are always open!"

Arnaut breathed a sigh of relief. He had passed through his first field training course. He dropped his chest armor in a pile with a few others, being sure to tag it with his name first. He grabbed up his rifle and did the same. As he was collecting his pack and gear, Josh and Seth walked over to him from the other side of the hill looking exhausted.

"Well, our plan worked where blue team's didn't. They tried our plan almost, but didn't pull it off correctly. I'm glad you remembered that rock, Arnaut." Seth said, thinking back on the training course. "This was fun."

"Well, care for the customary, after-class drink Arnaut? I sure could use one," Josh asked.

"You bet! You coming Seth?"

"Of course." Amidst the groans of their fellow stunned students, the three friends walked back to the academy.

Comments: I'd say if you keep this up, you'll give ol' Kairo a run for his money. VERY Nice, long, descriptive post. Keep up the good work!


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Private First Class Arnaut
-=Wraith Squad=--=TRP=-
TRP/PFC Arnaut/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE

"Take care of your equipment, and your equipment will take care of you"

Back To the Academy
Heavy Weapons Training

Private First Class D'har Leth sped down the lane towards the academy.  Damn, I can't be late on my first day.  Damnit!

As D'har's Cargo skiff flew down towards the academy, he knew that he was gonna be late.  Maybe staying out drinking with the rest of the squad late last night, and the night before was a bad idea.  Too late now.

He looked ridiculous in the skiff but it was his only efficient means of transportation.  Finally, after finding a parking spot, he sprinted to the room.  Was it 506, or was it 566, I guess I'll have to try both.  He arrived at room 506 panting, stopped to catch his breath, and walked in the room.

He was greeted by an Imperial officer.  "Ah, you must be Mr. Leth, how nice of you to join us."  "Uhhh sorry I'm la-" "Take a seat and shut your mouth," Snapped the officer.  Not a peep came out of D'har as he grudgingly made his way to the last seat in the back of the room.

"So as I was saying, the third rule of-" The teacher continued as D'har found himself slowly going off to daydream land.  D'har eventually snapped back to reality due to the severity of the murmuring from the rest of the class.  Apparently, the teacher was administering a test on the specifications of an E-WEB.  A test paper arrived on D'har's desk, though luckily he was an information sponge and had previously researched
E-WEB specs.  Alright, here goes nothing.
1.  The E-WEB heavy repeating blaster is produced by&

D'har sat thinking of what it would be like behind the E-WEB, gunning down whatever happened to be unfortunate to be an enemy of the VE.

"Mr. Leth," Oh crap.  "Sir."  "Well done on the test."  D'har sighed as he realized that he wasn't about to be screamed at by that maliciously annoying accent the officer possessed.  The officer rose from his desk, "We will now be going to the firing range to see if you retained any of that information.  D'har along with the rest of the class rose from their desks and made their way to the firing range. 

The class stepped through the door marked, "Weapons Room."  "Right, here are the weapons.  Each E-WEB will be carried by one of every two of you, and the other of every two will carry power generator.  D'har stepped forward and picked up the E-WEB and threw it over his shoulder and proceeded to the range.

The class then stepped out the door to the firing range.  "Alright, each pair will proceed to their alcove and deploy the weapon.  D'har and another trooper walked to the nearest alcove.  D'har then put the TR-62 Autocushion tripod upright and locked it in place.  The trooper then put the generator on the ground and plugged the cord into the bottom of the tripod.
"So&my name is D'har, what's yours?"  "Kyle's the name; I'm going to be deployed for police duty here on Tadath. How 'bout you?"  " I'm a Stormtrooper in Wraith Squad."

"Wraith Squad, really?  I've always thought they were cool.  I mean, special operations, I would give anything to do that instead of just being the police."

"Well don't worry about it, they need you, and you still get to carry a gun."  By the time they had finished this little conversation, they had the E-WEB fully deployed; now they just had to wait 15 minutes for the generator to heat up.

(15 Minutes Later)

"Well, it's been about fifteen minutes.  You will begin firing at the various targets presented to you."  The officer then proceeded to the control booth.

D'har stood up and readied himself.  Holoprojections of New Republic soldiers appeared on the firing range.  D'har and all the other students simultaneously opened up on the holoprojections.  D'har shook violently when he first started firing.  One of the other students actually fell down from the shock.  D'har got his bearings quickly and started aiming for the holoprojections.  Massive waves of blaster fire lit up the firing range.  While everyone else blasted away on full auto, D'har and maybe two other trainees fired bursts across the range.  All the while, Kyle monitored the power conduit to make sure there were no overloads.

About a minute later, the gunners stepped away from the E-WEBs and switched places with their partners.  Kyle and the other students approached the guns, as D'har and the students who had fired started toward the power conduits.

"That was the most miserable operation of an E-WEB I have ever seen.  But, that is what happens most peoples' first time.  Though there were about three of you who did alright in firing rates and making sure to not overload the guns.  I do hope the other trainees will have learned from your example and will be a bit more prepared for that recoil from the guns."

15 minutes later, the classroom was abuzz with chatter.  D'har leaned over to Kyle, "Well that was enjoyable."  "Yeah, it was," said Kyle.  D'har lowered his voice, "But if I can't stand getting berated by that officer and his damned accent!"


All in all, that went pretty well.  I learned to use an E-WEB, and made a new friend.

The trainees departed the building, except for a few, including Kyle, who lived at the academy until deployment.  D'har got in his skiff and prepared to drive.  He put the key in the ignition.  The engine coughed and sputtered, but nothing really happened.

"DAMNIT!!!"

Comments: First off....what? I don't see your story title listed anywhere on any of the sheets. Secondly, we don't mention squads in the stories normally. These stories are theoretically "Training" stories. Please go by the specialty sheet assigned to you, if you don't have one please e-mail me. Now, as far as this story goes: it's quite good. I look forward to reading your other stories.











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And so we fight,
so we live,
so we die,
as they chant the litany,
of their demise,
death is not and end nor is it a beginning
it is the best part of our lives.

{D'har Leth}
TRP/PFC D'har Leth/4SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Nar Shaddaa/VEA/VE

Indirect Fire Tactics
Heavy Weapons Training

" Yo Kanderin wake up, don't make me use the water again"
Kanderin Grunted opened his eyes slowly, wiped them with his hands and then focused his vision. Looking down on him was a private called Joey, grinning.
"Arr I was looking forward to soaking you" He mocked.
"And I'm looking forward to punching you in the ribs if you don't get out in the next five seconds" Growled an agitated Kanderin. This was the fourth time this week he had awoken to Joey's taunts. But there was one good point about Joey; he knew when people meant business. He jumped up and ran out the room, laughing as he went.

Kanderin sighed and sat up from his bed. He walked over to the swivelling chair in the corner of the room, and took a pair of tight white trousers off the back. He put them on and done up the zipper, catching his finger in the process. He cursed quietly (something was becoming a regular thing) and shook his finger, then grabbed his shirt and pulled it over him. He checked his hair in the mirror, quickly combed it down and grabbed his jacket. He swooped it over his shoulder like a backpack, and began to walk for the door. On the way the toaster on the side popped up, spewing toast onto the side, and the floor. He sighed and took a slice off the side, popped it in his mouth and put his jacket on. The electronic door swung open and he noticed Joey and Kim leaning against the hallway wall, talking. They didn't notice him straight away, so he stood there for a while watching them. They were talking in what sounded like a tone boyfriend and girlfriend would use, and then slowly moved their heads towards each other. They got to about an inch apart, and Kanderin coughed purposely, making them dart apart and blush.

" Did I interrupt something?" Queried Kanderin smugly. His reply was the kind of mumbling you see in cartoons, which made him chuckle.
"Anyway come on or we'll be late" He managed to fit in through laughs, at which point Kim and Joey positioned themselves to the left of him, and all three began to walk down the hallway towards the gardens.
"So, what is it today? Wait don't tell me, more fire support?" Joey grinned.
"No actually, today we move onto indirect fire, besides, Kanderin's head was getting way too big in that classroom anyway" Kim laughed, which was joined by Joey.
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with a little self pride, and you guys are only jealous anyway" smiled Kanderin. All three laughed and carried on with general conversation all the way to reception.

Sat at the reception was a young man, about 21. He saw them approaching and immediately sat up.
"Good morning privates, and what is your problem?" He asked politely.
Trying to hide his laughter, Kanderin replied by saying
"Can you tell us where the room for indirect fire is please?"
"Of course sir, take a right down that path, and follow the signs for hanger 3"
"Thanks" Replied Kanderin, turning around.
Once they were a safe distance away, Kanderin leaned towards Kim and Joey, and said
"That guys looking for a promotion" They laughed in agreement, and then restarted their general conversation.

Hanger 3 was almost a mile walk, from one side of the complex to the other. The lesson started at 9am, giving them ten minutes to get there. Luckily they walked fast regularly, meaning they made it with time to spare. Joey rung the buzzer on the side of the huge aircraft doors, and was met by a crackly-
"Come in"
With that, the huge doors swung open, revealing the hangers insides. There were three huge machines, about the size of a transport ship lined against the back wall. Well they would have been if there was a back wall. In its place was a huge field, about two miles square, with the occasional building every now and again. Joey dropped his bag on the floor, and began to cry out.
"Holy &.." Luckily Kanderin put his hand over Joey's mouth before he finished his statement. The three began to walk towards the behemoths, all awe struck in their presence. They approached the middle machine, and immediately began to feel the metal and dials, but being careful not to jab anything, in case the entire thing collapsed.

"Yeah there mighty machines aren't they?"
Joey, Kim and Kanderin spun round to look at the sergeant, then jumped to a salute.
The Sergeant chuckled and waved down their salutes
"There's no need for that, just think of me as another private."
All three smiled, and Joey leant over to whisper to Kanderin
" A lot cuter than the last one" He grinned.
"What was that private?" The sergeant shouted at Joey, marching towards him. Joey again began mumbling, and carried on until the sergeant was looking straight into his eyes. As fast as lighting, she kicked out at his legs and grabbed his arm, spun him over her back, and he landed flat on his back, with her foot on his throat.
"I may be a woman private, but that doesn't mean I cant kick your puny little butt all over this hall" She smiled, almost menacingly.
As if forgetting Joey was there, she then faced the other two, and pointed at the machines.
"These, ladies and gentleman, are special artillery guns, your find these on most of our modern spaceships. There are two models, one with a cockpit (pointing to the one on her left) and one remote controlled (pointing at the right one). Your each going to have a turn on both of them. So, which one do you want to start on?"
Kanderin and Kim looked at each other to confirm their suspicions, then turned and said, at the same time&
"The remote controlled one"
The sergeant chuckled and signalled them to follow her towards it.
Joey rolled over onto his knees, gasping for breath. He eventually recovered, and walked over to where the other two were being instructed.
"This one is the more common artillery gun, used for big powerful attacks on the enemy. They're usually used against enemy bunkers, or in rare cases enemy fleet ships. But because of their long reload time, they aren't used that often in space battles."
All three nodded.
"Ok, you control one of these from a remote control, as you would of figured" She pulled out a control about the size of a screwdriver from behind her, and held it out to view.
"This is the common control used in the VE, do you all know how to use it?"
Kanderin and Kim nodded, but Joey did not.
The sergeant sighed.
"Ok then, you two (Kanderin and Kim), take your controllers from the table over there, and attempt to steer your machine into the yellow boxes the other side of the hall. Then, take a shot at the vacant rebel bunkers over there. Jones and Smith will watch you and make sure your safe. You (Joey) come with me"
Kanderin and Kim ran over to the table and each took a controller. Each of them had a number: one and two. These must of corresponded with the numbers on the side of the machines. They both then ran up to the viewing platform, and started to work the machines. Both machines had very jerky movements to begin with, through the inexperience of their owners. But after about ten minutes, both machines were moving fluently, and both arrived in their yellow boxes at about the same time.

Kanderin looked down at his pad, and noticed the yellow 'arm' button. He pressed it and slowly the lights on the side of his pad began to light up. They kept coming on like a pattern, until the final one glowed red. The screen at the top of the pad then popped up, showing what the machine was aiming at. He adjusted it into again clunky movements, and eventually lined up the shot, straight at the bunker. He jabbed the big red 'fire' button, and the machine responded with the biggest explosion he had ever heard, knocking him clean off his feet.
He got up and ran over to the table, put the controller down and stopped at the sergeant, still unable to get the huge grin off his face. Kim arrived not long afterwards. Joey had just been taught the basics of using the controller, and ran off to the viewing panel to try the guns for himself.
"Very good you two, I was watching out of the corner of my eye. Next is the cockpit artillery gun. This one is more well known in battlefield situations. Its not as powerful as the other, but can fire more quickly, making it useful for small enemy units, such as transport trucks or large ships. This is also quite common on board our ships. Ok then, enough talk, both of you jump into one"

Kanderin and Kim turned around confused, they were sure there was only one of them. But out of nowhere, another had popped up beside it, so they shrugged and each jumped into one. The seat was surprisingly comfy, and the sound of buttons beeping filled their ears. To the left of the seat was a panel full of about twenty buttons, and to the right a joystick. The sergeant took a bit of time to tell them both what the buttons did, and then gave them their assignment.

"In a moment, I will press this button in my hand, which will make two transport trucks start to drive along the far road, I want each of you to take one out." She instructed.
Both nodded, so she pressed the button, and just as she had said, two trucks came out of caves either side of the field, and slowly started to make their way across. Kanderin put his hand on the joystick, and began to spin the machine around to face the truck. It was surprisingly agile for its size. Soon he had locked on, and hit the big red button on top of the joystick. There was almost no recoil on this machine, making it a lot easier. He saw the red missile rise up in a huge arc, and come down bang on top of the truck, blowing it to pieces. Kim had done almost exactly the same.

The sergeant applauded them, and told them that the lesson was over. They thanked her and began to rush out of the hangar. They were halfway down the path, when Kanderin grabbed her hand and pulled her back.
"Shouldn't we wait for Joey?" He asked
Kim pondered for a while but then answered.
"Nah, were meet him in the cantina" She grinned, and started t sprint down the path. Kanderin soon followed.

(OOC: Sorry this one took so long, but it was hard to find time to put the work in through all my exams)

Comments: Very Good. I only have one small problem with that. Instead of using the term "VE" try using "empire" "imperial" or something else along those lines (whatever fits). It makes it a bit more believeable if we aren't naming the club as such. Thanks!


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War is simply a big game of dodgeball. You hit the opponent before they hit you, but you'll end up with much more than just a nosebleed, especially when your staring down my barrel.....

Now! This is it! Now is the time to choose! Die and be free of pain, or live and fight your sorrow! Now is the time to shape your stories! Your fate is in your hands!  - Auron, FF X

Precision Range Shooting
Heavy Weapons Specialist

"So, where the hell is everyone?"
Kanderin, Kim and Joey were sat on the grass verge at the side of the shooting range, the place they were told to meet for the next step of their course. The only problem was, they were the only people there.

"You sure this is the right place Joey?" Asked Kanderin, who was now collapsed on the grass from the extreme heat.
"Yeah, look this is what it says on the timetable. Meet at the shooting range on the west side at 7.00am sharp" He replied
Kanderin then jumped up.
"7am?"
"Yeah that's what it says," answered Joey, checking again
Kanderin groaned and again collapses on the grass, covering his face with his hands.
"You idiot Joey, its only 6! You woke us up an hour too early!"

Joey again checked the sheet, then the big clock on one of the main buildings. He was right, it was only 6am. He slapped himself across the face, but then saw the funny side of it and started laughing, closely followed by the other two.
"Well, if were an hour early, lets go get some breakfast from the cantina" offered Kim

The others nodded and all three got up, heading over to the cantina. When they arrived, they found a small table in the corner and sat down. Kanderin got up and went over to the window, and soon came back with three bowls of cereal, and a plate of toast. Kim was busy studying a book on rifle practise, while Joey had found something sticky under the table more interesting. Both came back from what they were doing and moved closer to the table when they noticed Kanderin's approach. He put one bowl in front of each of them, and then took a seat next to Kim. They sat there talking and eating for the next three quarters of an hour. Mainly general stuff like what everyone has done, and where they're going after lesson today, but briefly touched on today's lesson.

"So, what is it were doing today?" Asked Kanderin, through a mouthful of toast.
"Precision range shooting" replied Kim, dunking her toast in the milk.
"Oh good, something sharpshooter related"
"Yeah, and a different sergeant" chuckled Kim, making Joey bury his head under the table.
Kanderin laughed.
"Don't worry Joey, I pretty sure this one wont attack you"
"It was a cheap shot anyway, I wasn't ready, she was lucky I was in a good mood" muffled Joey, obviously still eating his cereal under the table.
Kanderin and Kim grinned at each other.
"Sure" they grinned. All three finished their breakfast and Kanderin returned to the window, this time putting the plates back. He arrived back at the table and picked up his bag.
"Race you to the range" he shouted back at them, since he was already half way across the cantina. Kim and Joey jumped up and gave chase.  Kanderin arrived first at the ranges, followed by Kim, and then a wheezing Joey.
"No&fair&she&pushed&me" he managed to fit in, through his gasps for air.
Kim simply smiled and fixed her hair.

"Ok, welcome to my world privates" Smiled a sergeant, appearing from behind one of the shooting cabins. Kanderin, Kim and Joey jumped to attention, saluting.
"Ok, I guess your looking forward to this after all that work with heavy machines" The sergeant smiled.
They nodded.
"Good, now our course today will consist of three stages. You will get to use a blaster pistol, a standard issue blaster rifle, and a sniper rifle. By the end of this lesson soldiers, you will be able to shoot a fly off a mans face from two hundred yards with a pistol"
They laughed and followed the sergeant down the bank to a table. On it were three pistols, which the sergeant ordered to pick up.

"Ok, you should all know how to use those" The sergeant asked, sparking another nod.
"Good, that makes my job easier. Ok head back over to the shooting cabins, and positions yourselves in one of the cabins on the far left. You will find five targets facing you at each bay. I want you to shoot them all. Once you have done that, come back to me and I will check that amount of shots you fired. If you used more than six shots to take down all five, you are to go back and try again. Understand"
"Yes sir!" All three shouted, and then started to run down the pathway. Kanderin jumped into the nearest cabin to the sergeant and checked down the way for the five targets. The first one was about ten yards away from him, and they spaced away ten yards each, making the final one fifty yards away. The first one was easy; all he had to do was point the gun and pull the trigger. The next one wasn't that difficult either. But at the third the target seemed to get a lot smaller, so he went down to a crouch to steady his aim. Again he got this one first time, and the fourth target the same.

At the fifth it seemed almost impossible. He took about a twenty seconds to get his shot ready, and then took the shot. It missed the target's ear by about two or three centimetres. He cursed and readjusted his shot, pointing it a little lower, then fired again. This time it worked, and he immediately sprang up and ran back to the sergeant, saluting. The sergeant took his gun and checked it.
"Six shots, very good private?" He asked
"Draken sir, Kanderin Draken"

Just then Kim and Joey arrived back, Kim had also completed it in six shots, but Joeys rang up to an amazing twenty-five shots. He groaned and ran back down the path to the range.
"Some people are just born blind you know" The sergeant muttered, looking at Joey, making Kanderin and Kim laugh.
"Ok you two, now for something more powerful. Next is the blaster rifle. This has a better range capability, and a slight scope, meaning the targets will be further away. Same applies here; you have six shots to take five targets down. Use two of the bays to the right of the previous ones. Off you go soldiers" The sergeant finished, handing them both a rifle.

They again ran down the path, but this time it was a race. The targets this time ranged from fifty to one hundred yards, but with the scope it was no real problem. Kanderin had always had superb eyesight, meaning he managed to down all five targets in five shots, taking just over two minutes. He arrived back a great deal before Kim this time, getting a round of applause from the sergeant.
"You're a born killer son" complimented the Sergeant, if you could call it a compliment.
"Go ahead to the sniper range, the last three cabins on the range. Same applies, five targets in a maximum of six shots," Explained the sergeant, handing him a sniper rifle. Kanderin ran to the cabin, passing Kim on the way, winked at her and turned into the cabin. He paused for a second. These targets were a lot further away. The closest one this time was three hundred yards away, with the further just over a kilometre. How the hell was he supposed to get all those in six shots?

IT actually proved easier than he first thought. The enhanced scope meant that the targets only ever seemed like they were fifty feet away, not a kilometre. This proved to be the easiest so far. Kanderin got up to head back, but was stopped by a signal from the sergeant.
"Try this then!" The sergeant shouted, pressing a button on the wall. Suddenly, the targets disappeared, and in its place was one holographic person, again about a kilometre away. But this one was moving back and forth, marching.
"You only get one shot this time son, or this guy will run!" The sergeant again shouted.
Kanderin gulped and went back into a prone position, and looked down the scope. He could hear what he had read in a book on sniping echo in his head. 'Aim for the head' 'At a normal marching pace, aim three feet ahead of the target' He took this advice, lined the shot up, took a deep breath, and fired. Dead on target, and the soldier dropped like a stone.

"Superb work Kanderin, you'd make a great Sharpshooter. Now head to the cantina and get some lunch, you've earnt it.
"No thanks sir, I'd rather stay on the range and do some more shooting, if I may"
The Sergeant laughed.
"Go ahead son"

 
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War is simply a big game of dodgeball. You hit the opponent before they hit you, but you'll end up with much more than just a nosebleed, especially when your staring down my barrel.....

Now! This is it! Now is the time to choose! Die and be free of pain, or live and fight your sorrow! Now is the time to shape your stories! Your fate is in your hands!  - Auron, FF X

Electrical Systems
Combat Engineer Training


  Waking up to the sound of blaster bolts and explosions was never a good thing Jin thought sleepily. The last thing he remembered before waking up in the middle of a battle was sleeping in his bunk, having just repaired his outdated DC-15. Now squatting in a bunker being slowly surrounded by what looked like Rebel forces, he was still wondering how he had gotten here. Finding his standard issue armor, E-11, and his DC-15 beside him comforted him somewhat, but finding both weapons only half charged quickly changed his mood.

  Two other people were with him, but due to the fact they hadn't spoken or took off their helmets he had no clue as to who they were. After he had put on his armor and put the E-11 into its harness on his leg he had taken position on the front ledge with his DC-15 and began taking pot shots at incoming Rebels. Four hours later his DC-15 was out of Tibanna gas cartridges, and power charge magazines. To his horror his E-11 only had a few rounds left.

The other troopers neither seemed worried, or even offered to give him a new magazine. Slinging the DC-15 onto his back and placing the E-11 into the holster he looked at the communication equipment. Using what information he had learned in class, he quickly found out that it was useless to try to repair, due to the small fact it had taken a rocket hit three hours earlier. Making his way to the Blaster turret that was sitting to the left of the bunker he went inside and brought up the system diagnostics screen. Seeing everything was operational he climbed the small set of stairs and sat down behind the main target screen, bringing up the Radar systems he located a suitable bunker complex and engaged the Targeting controls.

  Locking on and preparing for what would be a nice explosion, he hit the trigger&.

  Nothing happened, the bunker remained untouched.

  Blinking a few times he hit the trigger again, and yet again nothing. Jumping down from the seat and climbing down he downloaded the diagnostic report to his datepad and made his way to the bunker, since incoming blaster fire told him this was not a good area to try to work out what was wrong. Sitting down next to the critically damaged communication equipment he began checking over the diagnostics of the Bunker Turret.

  "You need to get the Turret back online, we have about fifteen minutes before we are overrun." Said one of the troopers.

  Muttering slightly he read the report again.

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    Turret Coolent Systems  100%
*
    Radar Systems -100%
*
    Targeting Computer-100%
*
    Energy Magazine levels- 100%
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  Shaking his head he looked at the report for a third time.  Everything was in operational order, but the Turret had refused to fire when he had tried it. Pulling off his helmet he sat it down beside him and studied the report in more detail.

  "According to this the Turret is in working order. Nothing seems to be wrong." Jin said as he looked up.

  "I don't care about excuses Private, get the turret up and running now!." Yelled the second trooper.

  Grabbing his pack and running back into the turret he sealed the hatch and looked around. No marks from blaster fire inside or out he could see from the computer screen, nothing to indicate why the turret refused to fire. Opening up one of the consoles he began looking at the maze of wires, circuit boards, energy conduits, coolent lines, targeting arrays, and three central processing units. Uplinking his pad into the computer again he brought up the processor load and stood amazed. No wonder the Turret refused to fire. Three processors were doing the job of six, eather someone had screwed up badly, or someone had sabotaged this weapon. Clicking on his comlink he said 'I found the problem. Three processors are missing, the Turrets computers are being overloaded before it can fire."

  "Can you fix it?" came the reply, the sounds of blaster fire was heard in the background.

  "Without the other processors, not completely. But, I think I can drop the load on the other ones, and maybe give us a few shots. Thirty at most, but that's without the targeting array, visual imager, and the coolent systems. The energy chamber is going to overheat after that."

"Do it." Came the short reply.

Removing all the panels he took out everything in his pack, muttering to himself that not all of his equipment was here. Taking his virboblade, since that was the other other piece of equipment besides a few seal-caps that had anything to do with electronics he examined the maze of wires and conduits. Thinking to himself he began running over the manual he had memorized. "This model has built in redundences, so even if I disable the systems from the main screen, the secondary systems will come online. Those can't be disabled either, bloody built- in failsafes."

  Finding first the coolent tank secondary value he turned the small handle till it read.

  -Secondary coolent valves closed- on his datapad.

  Finding the second power supply for the targeting array he unlatched it and pulled it out, then placed it on the floor. Walking to the other panel he found the visual image display circuit board and tried to pull it out, giving up when it wouldn't budge he took his vibroblade and smashed into the circuit board, pulling it back out he looked at his datapad and found it read Unable to read from primary visual image display circuit board-

  Putting on his helmet and climbing the stairs he began to sit down but found the screen blank. Drawing his E-11 he set it to high yield and aimed at the front of the screen, hoping the armor wasn't too thick, since at this setting this was his last shot.

Clicking on his comlink he said "I've fixed the problem, but we only have a few shots before it overloads completely."

  "Pick the targets carefully, do as much damage as you can. This is our last hope." Came the reply.

  Sighting down the barrels he began targeting the incoming men.

  After a very short time the turret refused to fire again, quickly climbing down and making his way to the bunker he reported "The turret has overloaded and is now in the process of overheating, within about half a hour its going to explode, destroying everything in the vicinity."

  Pulling out a emergency Tibanna gas cartridge and a single energy magazine he had found in his pack  he loaded the DC-15 and set himself up on the bank of the bunker, waiting for the Rebel forces to attack again.

  Hearing the unmistakable sound of a Imperial AT-AT coming from the direction of the Rebels base he muttered "Well atleast we will take out one of those that the stole from us."

  Aiming at the first Rebel that ventured over the embankment he pulled the trigger, just as the blaster bolt hit its target the room went white.

  Turning quickly around to the sound of clapping he saw Sergeant Aiden Branson standing inside the doorway. Dropping the butt of the rifle to the ground and going to attention he stood quietly unsure of what just happened.

  "Simulation over, report to debriefing in one hour." Slick said as he exited the room.

  Slipping the rifle on his back he walked to the door and looked back, there was no sign of the two troopers. Shaking his head and wondering what other surprises awaited him as a member of Wraith Squad he headed to the barracks.


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Private First Class Trimik Dyr'Jin
-=Wraith Squad=--=TRP=-

TRP/PFC Jin/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/Tadath/VEA/[LoR]

OOCon't need it found it on wiki.
 
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trp/pfc
Wraith Squad
Yoder/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/LoR

Wraith Motto: When staring in the face of death, we see our reflection.
Monster Hunter for the VE" I hunt any monster, or mutant ,zombie, vampire, were(insert creature),and anything else just give me a call."
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