Kami stepped out of the refresher station after half an hour, finally having rid herself of the layers of Moorja mud. Wrapping a towel about herself, she heard the door to the quarters she was sharing with Zafo slide open.
"Yo Kami." She heard TK's voice as the smell of hot food wafted into the bathroom, "You want food or not?"
"Mmmm..." Zafo stuck his head around the corner of the doorframe and grinned at Kami, his cheeks bulging with food, "This is soooo good."

Chucking a boot at the other private, Kami quickly slid into some clothes, ran a brush through her hair, then skidded back into the main room, her stomach growling loudly.
"There better be something left or I..." She halted mid-sentence at the sight of the general smorgasbord spread across her bed, "Where did you get this from?
TK threw Kami an evil smile, "I have my sources."
Kami raised an eyebrow at the plate of jello green mush Zafo held up to her, "Light nutritious food?"
TK shrugged, then held up a bottle of water, "At least we're drinking healthy."
At another loud protest from her indignant stomach, Kami sighed in defeat and took the offered plate.

 
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*DarkDragoons*
-=silly caucasian girl likes to play with samurai swords=-
-=pretty...what do we blow up first?=-
TRP/PFC kaMi/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]

For 15 minutes all that could be heard from Zafo's quarters was the constant prodding of feet on a hard surface. After all, he was about to embark on his first real mission. Simulations and training was now old news for him. He was going into the real world of war, getting hit by a blaster would no longer be a slight electronic tickle.

"You all right?" Zafo whirled around so quickly that he lost his balance and fell to the ground

"Well, that answers my question " Kami chuckled. She had entered the quarters without him noticing "Are you really That nervous?

"Well...It...is...my first...mission" replied Zafo, gasping for breath. Kami had clearly caught him off guard. "I was really stoked, only going in as rebels wasnt exactly what I had in Mind"

"Don't Worry, you'll be fine" Kami said reasurringly. "It's only after they find out we are imperials that you have to worry"

Zafo had stopped pacing by now but still had an empty look on his face. His face suddenly hardened, as it did he dove behind the table. He poked his head over the edge and began shooting with an invisible blaster, as if he were firing at a squad of rebels. He  jumped over the table and preformed a series knife stabbing moves.

A spark had been ignighted inside Zafo. All of a sudden he was no longer afraid. The color was back in his face and his expression was no longer one of nervousness. Kami was shocked at the sudden coming around of her fellow squadmate.

"Lets do this" Zafo mumbled as he strolled out the door... 
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~ZaFo
*DarkDragoons*
TRP/PFC ZaFo/DD?2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE

Kami and Zafo were already standing next to the ship's boarding ramp, admiring their new Rebel gear with a mixture of disgust and dread, when the rest of the Dragoons strode briskly into the hanger.
Rema skidded to a halt next to Kami and let out a melodramatic sigh, tugging at the collar of his uniform, "Back in uniform."
Kami grinned at the Corporal, "And looking as unfashionable as ever if you don't mind me saying sir."
"I know," TK interrupted, a joking pout spreading across his face as he waved his hands flamboyantly down at his uniform, "What's with these colours?"
The Dragoons burst out laughing, while Afyon reached out and smacked TK across the back of his head. "You oughta be put away..."

"We interrupting?"
The laughter was cut short as the Dragoons became aware of the presence of the Raiders, of whom quite a few were smirking in TK's general direction.
TK straightened visibly, his face now flushed, "Angel, long time no see."
Angel's hazel eyes turned in the Dragoon's direction, "Well, I've been busy."
Afyon stood forward, and extended a hand towards the new Raider squad leader, "Glad to have you back Angel, especially in time for this mission."
The senior sergeant clasped the Gunny's hand, "Its good to be back. You all ready to go?"
Afyon nodded, then motioned for the Dragoons to make their way up into the battered Rebel ship. Readjusting her two Kylan blasters to a position on each of her thighs, Kami took in the Raiders appearance for the first time since they'd entered the hangar.

...they all looked like they'd seen no sleep, no food or no water for the last week...

Their hair was disheveled; their eyes weary and their stances slumped... bits and pieces of their scraggy clothes were missing; or simply unraveled beyond recognition...
...and all of them were inconspicuously unarmed...
...At least that's what it looks like...

"You guys look like hell," Rema commented as TK, Zek and Afyon boarded the shuttle behind him.
"That's the idea," A dark haired, green-eyed Raider said as he strolled up the ramp into the ship.
Rema threw Kami a wry grin over his shoulder, "Snipes."
Kami mentally stored the name away, the watched as the rest of the Raiders walked up the ramp, followed closely by Rema.
"I don't know any of them, "Zafo muttered at her shoulder.
"Me neither," Kami responded, her eyes following yet another unfamiliar face.

"Well, you know me." Angel was suddenly in front of her, smiling for the first time since he'd entered the hanger.
Kami flashed a smile in return at her VE recruiter, "Yeah, I know you. And you're looking good... bulkier."
Angel flexed an arm, "All the better to kill Rebels with."
Kami looked the Raider up and down, a small shiver running up the length of her spine, "Though...you seem a little...different..."
Darker...
...the thought drifted into her mind, then vanished just as quickly.

Angel gave the private a mysterious smile, then turned and walked up the ramp.
"C'mon you two," Zek shouted impatiently from inside the shuttle, "Let's go already."
Shrugging off the feeling of trepidation Angel had sparked within her, Kami looked over at her determined squad mate, "Ready?"
Zafo nodded, his eyes still glinting like steel, "As ready as I'll ever be."

 
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*DarkDragoons*
-=silly caucasian girl likes to play with samurai swords=-
-=pretty...what do we blow up first?=-
TRP/PFC kaMi/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]

Afyon watched as the two squads boarded the shuttle.  As they were climbing on, he noticed something terribly wrong with what the Dragoons were wearing.  The Raiders looked like they had fought a hard battle in a jungle,but the Dragoons had showered and were in clean rebel uniforms, they definitely didnt look like combatants.  Afyon looked down at his officer's uniform and pondered.  The sling on his left arm was clean and in perfect position and his head had been properly bandadged.  Neither piece of medical treatment looked anything like the type of meatball care one would get fleeing from combat.

Afyon walked up the ramp and looked into the shuttle.  "Alright you guys stand by for about ten minutes, I'll be right back."  Afyon called and then turned to head back down the ramp.  As he was walking out of the hanger, he noticed that the imperials had done a damn good job of treating his injuries.  They had wanted to give him a quick dunk in the bacta tank but Afyon had stubbornly refused.  He hated bacta with a passion.  The imperial medic had found a brace to wrap around his torso in order to protect the broken ribs he had gotten from the speeder accident.  They had also given him so locally injected pain killers that wouldn't affect his mind or make him drowsy.  Afyon arrived at the supply depot located just off the hanger and quickly ordered some stuff that he thought the squad needed.  The supply officer gave him a strange look and called Fury for instructions.  Afyon quickly explained his plan to the general and within ten minutes, Afyon's request had been filled.  During that time, Afyon quickly ran back to his quarters and threw a couple of jars into a bag before running back to the supply depot.

The officer had loaded everything into a sealed steel box.  Afyon ordered a pair of droids to have that box brought on board the shuttle immediately while he signed for the goods and got the electronic code to open it.

Five minutes later, Afyon was back onboard the shuttle and had dismissed the droids.  "Alright you can lift off."  Afyon called into the cockpit.  "But make it a slow trip, I have some business to take care of in flight."  He said.  Afyon closed the door to the cockpit and walked back into the passenger area where the squads were sitting.  "Alright Dragoons, listen up.  I have some new uniforms and gear for you.  Right now we are a bunch of nice smelling rebel troopers ready for a bloody ceremony.  No way in hell we can convince anyone we were in a combat zone and captured some imps.  So..."  Afyon opened the steel box.  "Here are new uniforms for you and new weapons.  Rebel issue, not just non-imperial ones."  Afyon said.  "Put these on fast."  He ordered.  "Once you are ready, take some of this," He held up a tin of boot polish, a bottle of water and a cannister of jungle dirt, and a bottle of oil.  "Make yourselves look like you were in combat.  The polish can look like scorch marks caused by being near an intense fire, the mud like you've been on the ground in the jungle, and put the oil in your hair to make it greasy and sweaty looking.  When you are done, spray some of this," Afyon held up a spray can. "On you.  This spray smells like a combination of dirt, sweat, and fire.  Perfect for making you smell like a combatant.  Im actually quite amazed the supply depot had this stuff, obviously we still plan for special operations."  Afyon mused to himself.  The squad came up and took the new uniforms.  They were scorched and muddy as per Afyon's request.  The supply depot had done its work well and fast.  Afyon took out his officer's uniform and asked Fallen Angel over to help him.  It took them about five minutes to get the old uniform off and the new one on as it was tricky to move Afyon's arm enough to get it off and not damage the dressing and stitches on the shoulder.  When they were done, Afyon pulled out a ripped piece of rebel uniform which also had scorch marks and Fallen Angel made a large, crude sling over the tight imperial one Afyon had on under it.  They also made a crude bandage to go over the imperial one that Afyon had on his head.  Ten mintues later, Afyon finished oiling up his hair and looked at his squad.  They looked greasy, filthy, and smelled horrible.  "Much better.  Alright get some rest, we will be there soon."  Afyon ordered.
 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
ASL/GSG_Afyon/Dark Dragoon Squad/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoC][IH][CoH(2)][SoA]

Kuroishi watched the Garrisson commander.  Currently Argon was planting an incendiary device or two at the local waste reclemation facility.  Kuroishi had moved himself in position to keep the garrisson forces pinned down with his highly trained marksmenship.

So far things had proceeded well.  The citizenry was already grumbling about the stench eminating from thier homes and busineeses.  This attack would amplify the effect even more for those caught down wind.  All Kuroishi needed to do was delay the local forces.

Mandor, Sandwich Sam, and Lukas Yuy would be responsible for making the direct routes to the target facility impassable for most vehicles so that the fire control teams would not be able to get there immediatly and the fire would grow more intense.

Stonefish and Anubis were currently setting up an escape route and temporary bases of operations.

By the sudden increase of activity Kuroishi knew it was time to go into action.  This time he had brought his anti-material sniper rifle, the Timbique Edition Zues.

Putting an armor piercing round into the engine blocks of as many vehicales Kuroishi could manage in 30 seconds, he quickly got up and disappeared from his roof top position and desceanded the grapple line he had used to covertly scale the building.

Proceeding to his escape vehicale Kuroishi made his way to one of the safe houses that should be awaiting him.
 
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Kuroishi Wraith VEA
Daishi Raptor VEN
Assistant Writer Why Project Copyright Infringment
Ich bin hessliche amerikaner.
Nehmen mir zu dein frauen von vernunftig preis tugendhafte.
"And the sound of many heads hitting many solid objects was heard throughout the land." me

Anubis was glad to finally have a chance to do something worthwhile.  For years he had admired the power and glory of the Empire.  He even went through Training for the Naval Academy, but after Palpatine's fall, everything went downhill.  But now was different, sure he wasn't on the greatest of planets in the galaxy, but he was helping to make the galaxy a better place.

Looking at all the options, Anubis found that finding an escape route would be a 'fun' task.  From the local scan of the area, it appeared that the police forces of the planet weren't that organized, but that they were numerous.

And from the recent events they have begun searching the area for any sign of the perpetrators.

However there was one good thing to note, the Wraiths' presence remained relatively unnoticed despite several small skirmishes with the police force.  This would prove to be what was needed to escape and get to somewhere to continue the mayhem.

'Now where would make a good place to go on this planet?' Anubis thought, looking at his datapad of the planet, which didn't reveal too much except for the cities, and the general information you find on any holomap.

"What about that small city, it isn't too far from our current location." Said Stonefish, pointing to the small outpost of Vesta Bay.

"That might work, there are a number of abandoned buildings due to a local economic recession." Anubis replied, and since he didn't find any places that really stood out, chose an abandoned warehouse as Temporary Base of Operations 1.

'Now comes the fun part, finding a way to get there without attracting unwelcome visitors.'

 
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PFC Anubis Benor
Wraith Squad
Vast Empire Army

    Waking up suddenly FlyingKnight and all the other Raiders woke up with the ship out of hyperspace. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he sat up and looked toward the entrance of the hold and saw TK, Kami, and Zafo walk in with binders in their hands.
    "Ok your prisoners for the time being and we need to secure you guys for transport to the holding cells on the command station," TK said as Kami and Zafo walked up to the cells to attach the binders to each of the troopers wrists.
    Checking to make sure his weapon and comm device are secured Knight nods for Kami to attach the binders and close the cell door. After all the disguised prisoners were binded and locked in the cells the three guards got ready to transfer the prisoners. Rema walked into the hold and said, "We're going to dock within a few minutes and some NR marines are going to board the ship to escort the prisoners to the command stations brig."
    The ship shook slightly as the command station used its tractor beam to guide the ship into the docking bay. Rema left the cargo hold to lower the boarding ramp to let the marines into the Pokey Ginger. Marching up the ramp in full combat gear the marines cautiously checked the ship before entering the cell area to take the prisoners to their waiting cells.
    Opening the cell doors the three guards helped the marines move the prisoners and march them off the ship towards the cell block. The Raiders were marching in single file with NR troops on both sides walking through the station. Arriving at the cell blocks the imperials were seperated into three different cell blocks out of sight or hearing of each other.
    Sitting down on the cold bench FlyingKnight looked around his cell looking for a good hiding place where maybe he could hack into the stations mainframe. Seeing nothing but metal he layed down waiting for the distraction from the Dark Dragoons so they can get back to the ship and arm themselves to help take the station so that both squads can get down to the planet. Laying down the energized trooper tried to remember the route back to the docking bay and memorize it so they can move quickly after their escape.
 
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Lance Corporal
Frank "FlyingKnight" Carter
-Raider Squad-
TRP/LCPL FlyingKnight/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]
"To start press the any key, *Pause* where is the any key?"--Anonymous

Afyon watched the rebels around him as the squad made their way inside.  He winced slightly as someone bumped into his left side, jarring his ribs slightly.

"Sorry Captain."  The rebel soldier said.  Afyon nodded and the soldier threw a quick salute before turning and quickly heading forward.  Once inside, Afyon began to take in everything very closely.  The more he learned of tha layout now, the easier it would be to escape from here later.  Just ahead, Afyon could see another Rebel officer, a Twilek, giving out orders.  He seemed to be trying to sort out all the incoming from Moorja.  The Dragoons made their way towards the officer.  The Twilek major turned towards Afyon.  Afyon handed over the proper information to the major and the officer took a glance at it.

"Private!" The officer barked at one of the soldiers standing there.  "Take this Captain and his men to one of the meal halls and get them some food."  The officer turned back to Afyon.  "Our medical personal are overloaded so you'll have to hang tight before getting treatment."  The major said.  Afyon nodded and winced slightly as the action pulled on his shoulder.  Since the painkillers were still working, Afyon was trying to embellish the injury as much as possible in order to maintain his cover.

"Thank you Major."  Afyon replied.  Afyon walked through the improvised checkpoint and followed the private towards the turbolift.  This was working out well so far.  The deeper they got into the facility on official business, the better.  A minute later, the door opened and Afyon saw a large mess hall.

"Help yourselves Captain, we are running low on fresh food so it may not be the most appetising meal you've ever had."  The private said apologetically.

"Thank you private"  Afyon said, dismissing the solider.  The solider entered the turbolift.  "Alright guys get some food and sit down for a minute.  Get something that you can eat fast, I don't want to waste time here."  Afyon ordered.  "You have ten minutes to get something and eat, that should be long enough to play our role here."
 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
ASL/GSG_Afyon/Dark Dragoon Squad/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoC][IH][CoH(2)][SoA]

Before reaching the prison floor...

Bound hand and foot, Angel shuffled along with the rest of his squad. While his strength in the Force was not yest great enough to fully influence the mind of the New Republic troopers, Angel had managed to conceal his saber from notice. Stuffed tightly down the leg of his pants, Angel had been able to deflect the attention of the troopers searching him away from his saber.

I'm going to need every advantage we have to pull this off. He said to himself. For once he was actually glad not to have Otto or Dee around, able to read his emotions. He didnt want anyone to kow the internal struggles he was going through.

Doubt surged through his veins, poisoning every thought. He was beginning ot wonder if Japheth had chosen the right Dark Jedi for the mission. Every action he considered brought with it all the horrific consequences that could result. It wasn't that he was afraid. Dark Jedi were beyond fear. They inspired it, they did not feel it.

Angel smirked at that thought. The air was thick with fear. Through the Force he could sense the fear of every NR officer, trooper, or civilian around him. They knew the VE was knocking on their doorstep, and having a full squad inside their command post was not letting anyone sleep easy.

Taking in the demeanor of his squad, he gave each one a good looking over. The stoic Japer, the nervous Squall, the impatient Substance, the ever excited Snipes, the unusually confident JR, the wideyed and eager Flying Knight, the always calm and collected Rizzit. Reaching out and touching each of them through the Force, he was surprised by the connection he felt with Rizzit.

Thats odd....He made a mental note to inform his superiors once he returned.

After he finished sending his reassurances to each trooper, he focused back to the task ast hand. He made a metnal map of every turn they made, every lift they took. The squad needed to get back to the transport right away, or they'd be up creek without a paddle. Unarmed and deep inside an enemy base, even Angel's semi-powerful Force skills wouldnt be able to bail them out of a serious mess.

After what seemed like hours, but was probably only 10 minutes, the squad reached the detention center.

The lead guard stepped to the front of the column of Raiders and sized up each one of them. Lashing out with his stun stick, the guard dropped Substance like a sack of potatoes. The pain hit Angel like a tidal wave. He could feel the troopers nerves fry as his system was shocked into paralysis. Gasping for air, Angel could do nothing as Snipes leapt at the guard, murder in his eyes.

The wave of pain hit again as Snipes hit the ground, convulsing as his nervous system malfuntioned.

"Any other heroes?" The guard mocked.

No one moved.

"Good, I am Commander Reinhert. I will be your mother and father for the duration of your stay here at the lovely Hotel Dentent." Strutting in front of the squad, he instructed them to get on their knees.

Not wanting to inur the wrath of the stun stick, Angel obeyed. He, being the one that had to break them out of this mess, couldn't afford to be blasted into unconsciousness.

Walking up to Angel, Reinhert placed the stick under his chin and looked him in the eyes. Angel's amber eyes burned with hatred and rage over the abuse of two of his troopers. Fire burned behind his pupils, dark images flooding his mind. Angel imagined the thousands of different ways he could kill this man, but he couldn't settle on any ONE way.

Sensing the hatred in Angel's eyes, Reinhert turned away and continued on. "We have lovely 4 star accomadations, and 3 square meals a day. Unfortunately, our hot tub is out of order, and the house masseuse is out of town. Sergeant Mecker here will be filling in for your daily sessions."

"Place them in cell b-1," Reinhert said to another NR trooper. Returning to his console the commander went back to his regular duties,  and seemed to foget about the 'captured' imperials.

The detention cells were plain, yet spacious. There were 7 cots, one for each of them, and a single toilet in the middle of the room.The walls were a matte black, clashing horribly with the olive green cots. The cell reeked of sweat, urine and the waste of many different species, many of which non-human.

The guard stepped out into the hallway and signaled to the Commander down the hall. Flipping a switch, a dark pink energy field materialized in the doorway of the cell. Curiously, Squall walked over to it and took a swing at it.

Big mistake Angel thought.

The young trooper flew back from the field and slammed against the opposite bunkhead. His wind rushed right out of him, and he laid there in a heap, gasping for air.

"Squall...what did you think was going to happen?" Knight asked the young Private.

"I *gasp* dunnno...just thought I'd *gasp* give it a shot." Squall smiled meekly at his response, and Angel coulnd't help but crack a smile at his sarcasm.

"Guys get some rest, Afyon will be in contact with me once we are ready to move. FK, tend to Substance and Snipes, since you seem to be our acting medic right now." Waving Rizzit over, Angel asked him, "Did you memorize the way here?"

"Of course, what do  you think I am?' Rizzit replied incredulously, "A greenie?"

Angel smiled, "No, just checking. I want you to take your team and get back to the ship to find the weapons. i'll take my team and try to find the station armory. Afyon should be in contact soon, so go brief your guys."

"OK, sounds good FA" Rizzi replied, walking off to summon his fireteam.

Leaning back on his lumpy, uncomfortable cot, Angel reached into the Force to refresh himself. AS he tapped into the mystic energy, a new feeling rushed up into him. Pure, chaos, followed by anger and resentment flooded thorugh the Force.

Angel smiled. This had to be the Dark Dragoons work. No one else could make people that mad.

"It won't be long now guys" Angel announced, withdrawing his saber from his pants. "not long at all."


*                        *                              *

Map of prison as I see it. (very similar to SW: ANH death star prison)

    ____A side____________________B side____
    |                  |                          |                        | 
    |          o      |  R                    R  |                      |
    |          o      |                          |                        |
    |                  X                          X                      |
    |            o    X                          X                      |
    |              o  X                          X                      |
    |__________|                          |___________|
    |                  |                            |                        | 
    |                  |                            |                        |
    |                  |                            |                        |
    |                  X                          X                        |
    |                  X                          X                        |
    |                  X                          X                        |
    |__________|                          |_____________|
    |                  |                          |                      | 
    |          o      |                          |                      |
    |          o      |                          |                      |
    |                  X                          X                      |
    |          o      X                          X                      |
    |            o    X                          X                      |
    |__________|                        |______________|
    |                  |                          |                          | 
    |          o      |                          |                          |
    |          o      |                          |                          |
    |                  X                        X        Raiders      |     
    |          o      X                        X                          |
    |            o    X                        X                          |
    |__________|                        |____________|
                          R    R    R    R  /
  _____________                  /__________
  |                                                              |
  |A            ____                                R    A  |
  |            |      |                                          |
  |W      C |desk|                                        |
  |W        |___ |              R                          |
  |                                                              |
  |                                            R                |
  |            R                                              |
  |                                                              |
  |____________A_____  R  R  R  R___|
                                                TL    /
X = forcefield
R = republic solider
C = commander
A = alarm
TL = turbolift
o = other prisoners
W = small weapons locker

Afyon quickly ate the bit of food he had grabbed.  The private was right, it was terrible.  He sat for a minute in deep thought while the other squad finished up and prepared to end this stage of their charade.  After another moment's thought, Afyon broke out of his silent state and quietly addressed the squad.

"Alright, we have to change the plans slightly.  If we blow the core while Raiders are still in jail, chances are quite likely that we may blow them up too.  We have to create a loud and chaotic diversion before hand so that we can lay the explosives and they can break out."  Afyon stated.

"Any ideas Gunny?"  Zafo asked.

"Well I have one, thought it would be easier if we had a slicer in the squad - and a well trained one Tk and Rema"  Afyon said as the two began to open their mouths.  "We need to get ourselves into some sort of communications or computer center, one with several computer techs and very few guards.  I am sure if we hold a pistol to the head of a computer tech and ask real nicely, he'll do what I want.  First, the tech will set off the fire alarms in all parts of the building creating a loud diversion and scattering soldiers.  It should also cause great confusion for a short time.  If Raider's are smart, they will break out during this time.  Zafo and I will stay with the tech while the rest of the squad hurries to the core and sets the explosives.  You will have five minutes to get to the core level, set the charges and get off the level.  After five minutes, I'll order the tech to sound the emergency alarms and indicate that there has been a serious security breech at the core level and that imperials are on the base.  When this happens, most of the troops will head down giving you the chance to move up and Raiders the chance to move out.  Set the explosives for tenminutes so you have just enough time to make it to the top and out onto a ship.  If we are lucky, we will kill most of the troops in the explosion as they'll be with the core when it blows."  Afyon concluded.  He finished his water and watched his squad take in his improvised briefing.  "Any questions?"  Afyon looked around.  "Good, prepare to move out."
 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
ASL/GSG_Afyon/Dark Dragoon Squad/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoC][IH][CoH(2)][SoA]

[OOC:  Time for a plot twist.  Trust me you'll enjoy.  /OOC]

Kuroishi had managed to work his way through the now highetened patrols of local malitia and police forces.  Ducking into allies in the pitch of a moonless night carrying a large bundle of  explosives rustling on his back.

There was a slight breaze out of local north.  The slight chill was invigorating for Kuroishi.  This world was far too warm for his tastes.

Without the normal restrains of his armor Kuroishi launched himself over the fence that protected the mag lev train.  According to his schedule there would be a frieght run coming by in about a half hour.

Making use of what time he had and his unrestrained abilities he climbed the support beam and began placing charges.

Kuroishi got to a safe spot to watch his handywork.

With his binoculars he saw the worst possible thing.  The approaching train had passenger cars not frieght and didn't have any of the self defense cars that a military train would.

Kuroishi began to curse himself.  There was not enough time to get back down there and stop his timers.

Kuroishi fell to his knees dropping his binoculars and began to weep.  He had always known it was a possibility that no matter ho hard he tried he would eventually kill civilians, he had hoped it would not be in such a direct way.

With the thunderous boom he had truely become damned.  The only article of war Kuroishi ever gave a damn about was just incinerated in a fireball the size of a four story building that was still lighting the night sky.

Grasping his face Kuroishi felt his tears run down his hands then spreading his arms out he screamed incoherantly into the night sky.

What did he truely have left now?

His homeworld was an uninhabitable rock now.  He had no family.  Everyone he called friend in the past had betrayed him.  The woman he loved wanted him dead.  He had just killed untold numbers of civilians and probably set Wraith's plans awry.

This was one hell of a day.
 
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Kuroishi Wraith VEA
Daishi Raptor VEN
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Ich bin hessliche amerikaner.
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"And the sound of many heads hitting many solid objects was heard throughout the land." me

Argon was on the rooftop of a nearby building with his sniper equipment when he saw a massive fireball rise half the city away from him.

He whipped out his macrobinoculars to see what target had just hit the dirt.

It took him a few seconds to recognize what the twisted metal shape lying on the tracks was, he had been expecting some kind of freight, or to spot a gun somewhere to give him perspective.

A passenger train, he thought we must be stirring up some domestic terrorists.

As he set up his sniper loft, it never occurred to him that the strike he saw might have been Kuroishi, the Fallen Angels didn't hit civilians.
 
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Argon Viper
Sergeant Major/Senior Writer, VE Today
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
"Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses" - Carl G Jung