Horseys, post your stories on here for reviews and criticism when you are done. Those of you doing rough drafts, I only want the final version. Oh, at the beginning be sure to post what skill the story is for, and what your specialty is thanks.

So if yur a scout, post:

Wilderness Survival
Scout Training (or something like that)
 
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Major Rizzit BlackHeart
Wildcard Platoon Commander
Army of the Vast Empire
PC/MAJ
Rizzit/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[OPE][OTH][EW1][RCoD][CRoM][CoH][OPA][SoA][SoS][SCP]
TRN/AC Rizzit/Trainee 2/Training Sect/VEDJ/VE
Everything expressed truly from your heart and soul is as pure as gold in the minds of anyone who listens!"--Rizzit

ok not bad for a first go Needed a bit more editing though.
First of all if you use word remember that the word's formatted quotation marks do not work on the comnet!

secondly remember the differences between words such as THEIR as in belonging to, eg "their house, or Their class room" and THERE as in "to go over there"
And of course CHOSE is the past tense of CHOOSE, as in "Trike chose Linda"

And E-11's dont use bullets as such, they are blasters and fire energy blasts or something

Good story though Trike, just remember MS Words formatting next time to avoid the horrible squares lol
 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
PL:A/SGMRaziel/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/{EW1} (WoS1) (VP) {IG} {CDS} {BoA} {PoC}
Assistant Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths
"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music." Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989.
CM/DJK Raziel/lion 1-5/Krath/VEDJ/VE

Good work to both of you. Also, on a side note to Trike (and all those who use word): if you use the veranda font it switches over quite nicely compared to the times font. (We use Veranda generally on the comnet)
 
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Major Rizzit BlackHeart
Wildcard Platoon Commander
Army of the Vast Empire
PC/MAJ
Rizzit/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[OPE][OTH][EW1][RCoD][CRoM][CoH][OPA][SoA][SoS][SCP]
TRN/AC Rizzit/Trainee 2/Training Sect/VEDJ/VE
Everything expressed truly from your heart and soul is as pure as gold in the minds of anyone who listens!"--Rizzit

Combat Engineer Training
Mine and Countermine Operations

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Kami looked over the large barren field disappearing into the distance in front of her, one hand raised to shade her eyes from the slowly waning sun.
"We have to clear this whole field?" Rand whispered incredulously from next to her, his dark skin shining with light perspiration, "Think they have a sprinkler system installed? This friggin heat's getting to me."
Kami smiled sympathetically, tucking her stray hair behind her ears to give her a better view, "I'm sure this course has been designed to give maximum comfort to its participants Rand," She jibed, her attention only half on him as her green eyes scanned the earth near her in the slight chance she might place the location of some mines before the exercise began. Seeing nothing, she stifled a groan of discomfort, instead straightening as a team of shadows came out of the nearest building, making their way across to the small team of partly trained Engineers.
As they drew nearer, Kami's sharp gaze signaled out the rank badge on the leading soldier. A Colonel...
She arched an eyebrow at Rand, "Looks like we're moving up the military ladder."
Rand looked the young Colonel up and down suspiciously, then pulled his lanky shoulders back to stand to attention as the group finally reached the trainees.
A grisly faced Sergeant held up a clipboard, then squinted at the group of youthful troopers before him.
"Alright grunts, you have the privilege of being under the watchful eye of Colonel Garth Hawkins today..." he paused, "So listen real careful."
Hawkins shifted uncomfortably, laying a hand on the Sergeant's soldier, "I'm sure they will." He turned his piercing gaze to the class, "As is normally the case in military technology... measures lead to the development of counter-measures, hence the title of this course. Mines deny freedom of movement to infantry, whilst acting to protect and ensnare specific military targets. They are also used widely in civil wars to disrupt the economy and cause maximum distress, death and dislocation to communities"
He turned slightly, gesturing at the field, "Many of you have encountered mines on the battlefield, and all of you have received basic training on how to deal with them. I'm sure the majority have employed the most basic tactic, which is to avoid them completely. But today...today you will learn the complexities of mine rigging and countermine tactics in a face to face situation. As a combat engineer, it will be your duty, when faced with this integral part of warfare to make sure that your squad is safe from harm." He turned back to the trainees.
"Sergeant Deakin here will spend a few hours running you all through a course of mine operations, before setting you to the task of setting up a small area of the field with your own mine configuration. You will be graded on this section, but 50% of your mark will depend on your ability to dismantle another trainee's trap under my supervision"
He grinned, the carefree expression contrasting sharply with the stiff expressions of his comrades, "And no. The mines are not active. But if you trip the mines, we will be notified."
He paused, then when no questions were forthcoming, nodded to Sergeant Deakin. "Alright Sergeant, lets get started."

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Kami crouched near the earth, sweat trickling along her cheekbone as she concentrated on the signal pulsing from her mission designed datapad.
She had passed the first segment of the practical without difficulty, laying a functional mine field across her specified space in the space of a few minutes. But now, she hovered near the edge of another student's minefield, her mind slowly working over the signals she was receiving.
Standard military procedure usually consisted of blowing a path through a minefield with whatever artillery or explosives at your disposal, but Kami was offered none of these things. She looked longingly over at the specialized heavy roller vehicle displayed to her right, wondering if the old model was still capable of stamping out the mines...that is...if she could find the keys to the ignition and manage to boost it all the while under the Colonel's gaze.
Her datapad beeped gently again, drawing her now undivided attention back to the screen. It scanned the area before her repeatedly, pinging as it detected anomalies beneath the soil.
It was Kami's job to distinguish which of these electronic signals were threats, and which were just similarly cloaked items placed to interfere with her attempts.
"Time, One minute." The Colonel announced clearly behind her.
With a four minute limit, Kami threw aside her caution, then stepped into the mine field. She moved quickly about, sidestepping about the bare earth in certain places, and crouching back down in others. On her knees, she would remove a red marker from the holster on her thigh, carefully sliding it into the cracks in the barren earth, before rising fluidly once again to her feet to find the next target.
Finally, she stepped out from her square before the Colonel.
He smiled, then clicked his stopwatch off. "3 minutes."
Kami gratefully accepted the water bottle handed to her by a hovering aide, then watched anxiously as the Colonel walked between her markers, comparing their pattern to that marked out by the trainee who had set the course.
He halted abruptly, then smiled again, "Congratulations Sergeant. A mark of 94%."
Kami flashed a relived smile back, the attempt only half-hearted.
Yes, she had passed the course... but at 94% in a real life situation, there was still a possibility, no matter how remote, of someone getting hurt. The Colonel seemed to pick on her thoughts, offering a supportive grin.
"You're learning Sergeant. You can't be perfect from the word go."
Kami saluted, then took her leave to make way for the next trainee who moved forward to begin their course.
On the way back to her temporary quarters, she caught up with Rand, who slowed his long legged stride to match hers.
"84," He murmured to her unspoken question, "A pass. But it's got me worried."
Kami glanced back towards the field at the Colonel's unwavering form before replying.
"Me too..."

 
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Iron Horse Squad
ASL/SGT Kami/1SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [CoR] [IG] [GCA]
TRN/JRN Kami/Training 1-3/VEDJ/VE
-=Surrender to your darkest dreams, and you'll live as you've never lived before...=-

(o^_^o)

Combat Engineer Training
Target Analysis

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Kami leaned against the classroom wall, Rand at her side, as their new instructor paced the area before the rapidly shrinking class.
"Target Analysis is perhaps one of the most important skills of the Combat engineer," The instructor announced, violet eyes scanning each individual trainee, "This is mainly due to the fact that each and every mission comprises of determining a way to impact on enemy weaknesses. Your trained eye must be able to pick out these targets if you are called upon."
She paused in her pacing to flick on the projector just behind her. The old machine whirred to life, a single slide jolting into place to display on the screen taking up the far wall.

[Target Analysis:

An examination of potential targets to determine military importance, priority of attack, and the weapons required to obtain a desired level of damage or casualties.]

The instructor waved one hand at the screen, "That, boys and girls, pretty much sums up this course in a single sentence." She flicked the projector off, shadowing the room once again in darkness.
"To pass this course, you will scout out an enemy camp set up here in the training grounds and designate three targets for attack. You will, as the slideshow says, then give each target a priority, determine what we will need to successfully overrun the target keeping in mind that we have only limited resources, then hand a report into me for marking."

The instructor slapped the door control panel to the classroom, blinding the group of engineers as the door slid back to reveal bright sunlight.
"You will have thirty minutes for recon, and you must not be discovered during that time. If you are, all the information you have collected will not reach your squad, meaning you have failed in your task."
She gestured with her right hand, leading the group of ten trainees out into the morning sunshine. "This is an individual assessment, and will proceed alphabetically. So first up is Jules Anderson."
Kami and Rand's young friend stood forward, his nervousness showing as he chewed his lower lip. Without looking up, the instructor held out a datapad, "The location of the base, and a timer. Your 30 minutes starts...now."
Wanting to call out encouragement, Kami settled instead for a encouraging smile as Jules glanced her way. Then he was gone, moving quickly off into the dense forest behind him.

Slowly but surely, the day moved onwards. Trainee after trainee took their mark, then disappeared, returning with mud caked armor.
"Sergeant Sharpe," The instructor called, snapping Kami out of her reverie. Coming fluidly to her feet, she took the datapad from the instructor, winked at Rand, then jogged into the forest.
She moved quickly but surely through the woods, her movement barely disturbing the foliage about her, and the twigs beneath her feet. She had grown up on Kuat, and had spent many hours training with her sister and father in the lush forests there. So while the woodland was a limited and confusing battlefield to others, it was an open playground for her.
She'd been traveling for about five minutes when she heard the first warning sounds of a base camp, the gentle whirring of speeder bike. Slowing her pace, she dropped lower to the ground, wishing she wore the camo armor she had often worn on such missions as these instead of bright white suit of a scout.
The whir grew closer, then faded as the speeder bike turned, altering its path. Waiting a few moments to ensure the bike had continued on its way, Kami crept forwards, careful to stay wary of sensors placed around the camp's perimeter.
Finally, buildings came into sight, squat huts of grey stone scattered across a small clearing near a river. Pushing aside the leaves blocking her view, Kami raised her electro-binoculars, examining the guards patrolling or resting about the base. They were Imperial of course, attempting to look as though they were actually guarding something important, though they were dressed in the drab camo gear of the Rebels. Noting the deliberate movement of the guards, Kami marked the buildings they seemed to be most concerned about, then ducked closer to the ground as a soldier passed by a few feet in front of her.
Rising slowly from her crouch, she followed the soldier with her binoculars as he walked into the hut closest to her, glimpsing a peek of what lay inside as he opened the door.
Communication panels...
She focused her binoculars on the roof of the hut, looking carefully for and finding a small satellite relay.
She'd found her first target.

Rising softly to her feet, she crossed around the perimeter, then crouched again, her sphere of sight now greater due to the added risk of her position.
A weapons bunker sat before her, its heavy doors giving away its inconspicuous look.
Glancing down at her datapad, Kami marked the bunker as her second target.
She glanced up again, ruling out the majority of the other buildings as she scanned over them. Mess hall...barracks...restrooms.
It was unlikely that any of these would be occupied enough at a period of attack to make a significant impact. She paused as a speeder bike zoomed in above her, coming to a jolty landing at the rear of the camp. Raising her binoculars, Kami saw two dozen or so of the bikes concealed behind a camo net at the rear of the base.
Kami marked the spot as her third target.
If the communications relay was taken out, the Rebels would be sure to try to make contact with the concealed speeders.
Her task momentarily complete, Kami slid back into the shadows, and began the trek back to the outskirts of the woods.

Marking the communications relay as her No.1 priority target, Kami placed the speeder bikes second, and the bunker last, listing an inventory of the manpower and weapon power created for each task.
Just as she finished, she crossed back out onto the barren plains, and walked over to her instructor and her class. The instructor looked up as she came to halt before her, then quickly scanned over the information contained on Kami's datapad.
With a nod, she cleared the information.
"Pass." She announced without any ceremony, before calling the next student forward and handing him the datapad.
Kami beamed, then walked over to join Jules and Rand who had already completed and passed the course, both who leaned over to give her a congratulatory clap on the shoulder.

 
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Iron Horse Squad
ASL/SGT Kami/1SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [CoR] [IG] [GCA]
TRN/JRN Kami/Training 1-3/VEDJ/VE
-=Surrender to your darkest dreams, and you'll live as you've never lived before...=-

(o^_^o)

I know. I have absolutely no clue when it comes to electronics so Rizz let me skip it
 
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Iron Horse Squad
ASL/SGT Kami/1SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [CoR] [IG] [GCA]
TRN/JRN Kami/Training 1-3/VEDJ/VE
-=Surrender to your darkest dreams, and you'll live as you've never lived before...=-

(o^_^o)

Heres my first shot:

Basic Wiring and Electronics

"The ability to field repair a weapon is one of the most important skills when you are assigned Combat Engineer. Your Squad relies on you and your ability to keep their weapons combat ready in a operation." The Instructor was grey haired veteran, who seemed to know his field but didn't have the capabilities to teach his knowledge. D'kaleth couldn't hold back and a small yawn escaped from his hand. The instructor, despite his age blessed with a good auditory immediately focused him and pointed his small staff in D'kaleth direction.
"Private First Class Al Bek, if you would be so kind and tell the squad why exactly a Combat Engineer should be able to wire a gun?!"
Eviscares jumped to his feet, saluted and spoke with loud voice, even though he was angered and alienated that he had been allowed himself to get into such an situation.
"Sir, the most important Skill for a Combat engineer is the ability to field repair guns when immediate replacement is unavailable, Sir."
The instructor clapped his hands, but a mean grin was showing on his face.
"Well done Private First Class, you have passed. This time. Sit down."
Inwardly thanking his father for the drill in his childhood, Eviscares sat down and realized the threatening undertone not until he let the last scene repass in his head.

*-*1 hour later*-*

The Classroom was quickly filled up with thin smoke and the distinct smell of molten plastics as the pupils started working at the workbenches. D'kaleth sat crooked over the DD6 Blaster, that he had been told to get back in working order. The gun had looked like it had been trampled down by a whole legion of Stormtroopers. The last 30 minutes he had spent with sorting parts and by now he was sure that he had them all identified correctly. Partly that had been a great effort as some of the parts did not have that much in common with their original design. Finally he had proceeded to the more difficult part. Reassembling. Normally this wouldn't have been such a severe problem, but under this circumstances it came down to real puzzling.


*-*1 hour later*-*

It was done. Eviscares assembled the Handgrip proudly and watched his work. Sure the Blaster wouldn't win a prize in a beauty contest but it should work. He checked it again carefully. It was a nice blaster even in this condition and he was happy that he didn't had to fix a comlink or a helmet. As the Instructor approached he stood up and saluted.
"Sir, Private First Class Al Bek reporting that the Blaster is successfully repaired."
"Well well well Private First Class, then we should get to the target range  and see if you are right."

*-*A few minutes Later*-*

Eviscares was told that his Blaster should be tested last so he had a chance to see what the others of his class had archieved. He was sure, that this again was some way to treat him bad and let him cook a bit. But then it was his turn finally.
D'kaleth stepped up to the firing range, raised the Blaster for aiming and fired. Instead of burning a small hole into the target, the Blast vaporized the whole upper half of it, making it almost impossible to recognize where he had hit. A short glance on the powercell later, he knew what was going on. The blaster had used half of the entire Blastcell for this shot.
From behind him, he heard someone clapping his hands. As he turned around he saw his Instructor smiling. A smile that made him whish to be anywhere but not here. Korriban suddenly appeared to be a nice place to live, and the stomach of a Sarlacc seemed to be more comfortable then this.
"Private First Class Al Bek, would you be so kind and tell me what happened here right now?" the Instructor asked with a voice that strangely resmbled an icy breeze on a cold day on Hoth. He swallowed and then replied: "Sir, it appears that some part in the Blast Modulator was not entirely right Sir."
"Private, you are a smart one, and I think I might be willing to give you a second try. Even though this Blaster is working, it can't be considered totally in order. You will go back to the Lab and fix one of the broken helmets which lay there. The Rest of you, get out. Those who did it, Congratulations, those who didn't I'll see you tomorrow for another try!"
The Rest of the Class saluted and quickly left the range for enjoying their spare time, which left D'Kaleth and the Instructor back at the Range.
"What are you waiting for Private? MOVE!" he bellowed and Eviscares began running through the corridors of the Academy.
When he finally arrived at the Lab, he had to catch his breath. Running up 8 Stairs was not what he considered fun. Why had the damn Turbolifts to be out of commission today.
"Must be Murphy's Law Day today" he said to himself as he approached the shelf with the Imperial Helmets waiting to be repaired. After taking it and grabbing a set of tools he set down at the bench and started wiring.

*-*3 Hours Later*-*

A shiver passed down Eviscares spine, as he brought the last Cable in the right position. He drew up the Helmet and turned it on. The systems came to live almost instantly and he could hear the commands which were given on the open Com-Channel. Everything seemed to be right. As he took of the Helmet and turned around he stood face to face with the Instructor.
"Sir, Private First Class D'kaleth Al Bek reporting that the repair of the Helmet is finished. I'm ready to let you check it Sir."
"At ease Private. Hand me over the Helmet so I can test it.", the Instructor answered still having this distinct mean grin on his Face.
After he had drawn up that Helmet, he looked around a couple of minutes, and it seemed that he was testing all of the Helmets functions. This minutes seemed to Eviscares as if they were decades and when the Instructor finally got rid of the Helmet, D'kaleth sighed with relief.
The mean grin was gone and by now the man was nodding.
"Well done Private First Class. You have passed this Class. You may now leave and enjoy the 2 hours of free time you have before waking call."

*-*15 Minutes Later*-*
The hot shower was doing his body all good. And as he stepped out of it and stood in front of the Mirror he smiled to himself. He had done it. His father would have been proud of him

 
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Iron Horse Squad
Who dares wins!
TRP/PFC Eviscares/1SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]

Ok explain this to me.
Do i tell you a story or what i want to be...
 
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Private First Class HK-47 - Iron Horse Squad
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TRP/PFC HK-47/1SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]
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[Statment in Mandalorian]
Kote, Vode an.

Ok, first of all, don't hijack this board. If you have questions, track down Rizzit, Raz, Angel or myself.
 
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Iron Horse Squad
SL/SSG Kami/1SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [CoR] [IG] [GCA] [BC]
TRN/KAD Kami/Training 1-3/VEDJ/VE
-=Surrender to your darkest dreams, and you'll live as you've never lived before...=-

(o^_^o)

(Glad I could help Squall )

Combat Engineer
Battlefield Reconnaissance

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"Battlefield Reconnaissance. You all know what it means; you all know how to do it, but the question is. Can you do it?"

The drill sergeant for this particular combat engineer unit was a male Twi'lek who bore bright blue skin and a ready smile.

"You will be working in small groups, as is common for those out in the field. If there are more of you, any information obtained during you investigation has a greater chance of making it back to the main forces and aiding towards a more successful attack."

The Twi'lek paused to swipe at a bead of sweat which threatened to trail down his forehead, "As combat engineers, your opinion is going to be heavily relied upon for use on designating targets. As a scout, you must be deathly quick and all near invisible. Somehow, you have to combine the two, providing accurate information without being caught."

He turned to gesture at the woods which had been utilized by Kami's last instructor for her Target Analysis unit. "In the woods are two markers representing enemy units, both placed in formation throughout the trees. It is rare indeed for reconnaissance to take place upon open plains and within easy sight, so you must learn now how to deal with the issues associated with scouting in closed spaces."

"Scout out the units, make educated guesses about potential targets, hit and run where you can." He flicked red eyes across the small dusty group before him, "And don't get caught."

One of the trainee combat engineers shifted in his crouch, "What do you have out there?"

The Twi'lek grimaced, "Lots and lots of stun guns Corporal, so choose your group carefully."

Silence ensued for a brief moment as the group eyed each other off, before slowly moving into four groups of three. Kami, her long jet black hair tied neatly back for this task, caught the gaze of the dark skinned man sitting to her right, "We've been doing well so far Rand."

Rand nodded, "I'm with you Kams."

Both glanced up as a shadow broke the merciless sun beating down on them. Jules, a young lanky private stood there, staring down, "Room in the party?"

Kami flashed the young man a smile, "Always for you."

Their instructor seemed to bore of the quiet chatter, clearing his throat loudly to regain attention. He tilted his head pointedly towards the speeder bikes resting behind him, his lekku swaying with the action,

"One bike each. No time limit. Though you must reach both markers to pass this unit. Any questions?"

Silence answered him.

"Good." The instructor met each of their gazes briefly, "Off you go."

Kami, Rand and Jules all moved quickly to three speeder bikes, slinging their gear securely behind the saddles. The other engineer's in training moved equally as quickly, casting suspicious glances at their comrades. Whilst completing the task would safely see them through the unit... there was the question of who would take the honors of being the first group to get back. The honors...and the bragging rights.

The first two groups took off, the whine of their speeder bikes increasing as they kicked their rides into second gear to build up speed. Kami's group hesitated whilst Jules finished securing his gear before they too took to the air. The bike beneath Kami roared to life, its power throbbing up the handlebars to the grips. Whilst she had never been the best at driving, Kami was well practiced with speeder bikes, and more importantly, fighting off the back of one.

Rand took off first, his bike kicking up a swirling cloud of dust. Jules followed with Kami bringing up the rear. Together, the trio weaved their way across the short expanse of open plain before crashing into the first line of trees. Kami leaned forwards over her handlebars, carefully maneuvering the bike throughout the maze of vegetation before her. Out front, Rand picked up the speed, kicking his bike into third gear. Jules followed suit, letting out a soft cry of jubilation as he did so. Not willing to be left behind...Kami clenched her jaw, and pushed her bike to new limits.

Bare minutes later, Rand's voice flowed through the comlink within her scout helmet, "We're coming up on the first marker."

All three simultaneously dropped their bikes to the lowest gear, swinging their bikes around to arch towards the marker from side on. Punching the small scanner attached to the front of her bike, Kami quickly scanned the signals emitting from a small clearing to their left. "I count 200, 300 life readings. Nothing overly large, so I'm guessing infantry."

"How do we know that they haven't got vehicles of some type?" Jules queried as the three of them coasted slowly throughout the trees.

"We look." Rand answered, his voice grim.

Kami let out a barely audible sigh, "How did I know we'd have to trek around on foot."

"Because you know these things," Rand teased.

Thinking quickly, Kami activated her comlink again, "Rand, stay airwards, Jules and I go down. Keep comm activity to a minimum so they don't pick us up. Hand signals as soon as we hit the ground."

Both men double clicked in acknowledgment, before Kami and Jules dipped their bikes, coasting almost silently to the moist forest floor. Above them, Rand peeled away to come about for another turn which would take him in a large arc about the boundary of the clearing.

Leaping lithely free of the saddle, Kami pulled her blaster from the gear on her bike, sliding it within her holster. Jules moved quickly towards her, gesturing for her to stay to the side off and at a fair distance to him as they advanced. Tilting her head in acknowledgement, Kami moved around a large tree to her right, then began to make her way through the dense vegetation. She hadn't made it far before she was forced to use her Kuati daggers to slice through the thick undergrowth, the soft swish of air to her left suggesting that Jules was using a similar weapon to do the same.

Then...she halted, alerted to the barely audible buzz which crackled across the comm system within her helmet.

Something's blocking communications...

Kami jolted where she stood, glancing about her for the white form of Jules. Seeing nothing but green in all directions, she hesitated.

If they're blocking us, they know we're here...

Forcing herself to remain calm, Kami dropped to a crouch, slipping silently behind denser coverage. Lifting her small portable scanner, she hesitated again, then moved her fingers in a blur across the console, activating the necessary measures to broadcast without tipping off anything that might be looking in her general direction.

The console blared softly, revealing a vast array of sensors spread out at intervals of around twenty paces to either side of her. Sensors placed so as to trigger an alarm if anything unidentified passed within their boundaries.

Moving carefully now, Kami altered the setting to pick up metallic components in the area, and was immediately greeted by words that had been programmed to broadcast in response, representing an invisible enemy force.

12 artillery units, 18 military grade bikes

Then, as quickly as the words had appeared, they were gone...

Kami doubled back to the clearing as quickly and silently as she could, pausing every few paces to listen to the sounds of the forest around her. She had still seen no sign of Jules...and was beginning to worry.

After what seemed like hours, but was most likely more like minutes... Kami reached the clearing to find her and Jules speeder bikes still sitting within the same place they had left them. Rand still circled ahead, opening communications as soon as he spotted his partner,

"Kams? Where's Jules?"

"I don't know," She jumped back onto her bike, kicking her engine to life, "They were sensors around the entire area. He might have triggered one; I couldn't see him at all."

There was a brief silence, before Rand replied, "Tell me what you found out Kams, I have a feeling that not all of us are going to make it back to base."

"Because you know these things," Kami jibbed softly, before repeating what the marker had told her.

Pulling the bike back into the air, Kami kicked it into second gear and swung the vehicle around back behind Rand.

Then...they were off again, weaving crazily throughout the trees.

"You see it."

Rand's statement reached Kami seconds after the life form signal on her scanner flashed,

"Yes...there are...thousands of them."

Suddenly...the air to her right flashed bright blue.

"Kams, multiple signals! We've..."

Rand's bike was suddenly enveloped in crackling blue energy. His body jerked violently atop the stuttering vehicle as he was thrown about like a rag doll within his saddle.

A cry of horror broke free of Kami's throat as the speeder bike died, floating a few paces forward before the front dipped, pointing straight towards the damp soil. She kicked her bike into third gear, then threw her weight to the side to bring the speeder about in a tight turn, barely avoiding another stun blast which crackled by her. In a desperate attempt to reach Rand before he struck the earth, she pulled back on the throttle, sending herself catapulting alongside her friend towards the forest floor.

Leaning beyond what was safely possible Kami extended her armored arm, latching onto Rand's arm as he toppled past. Now, a cry of pain broke free of her lips as his full weight jerked onto her arm, sending the bike careening to the side.

With a groan borne of strain, Kami somehow managed to pull Rand's upper body atop her bike, before grabbing urgently at the handles to pull the bike up from its nose dive. The bike shuddered in protest, tress flashing by in a blur of green as the ground continued to grow.

Cursing now, Kami kicked the bike into fourth gear, using all of her skill to get the bike's tip inch by inch towards open sky. Finally...it responded.

She leapt up and away, the speeder bike bucking wildly beneath her. Below...Rand's bike hit the earth, crumpling and rolling before it burst into flames, shooting parts of its frame up into the air.

Without waiting to watch the bikes death throes, Kami pointed her speeder towards base, kicking it up to its highest gear in a desperate rush towards safety. Trees flashed past as a barely comprehendible rate as the bike screamed its way forwards, smashing through vines and foliage blocking its path.

Then...they were out in the plain.

Her heart racing at a million miles, Kami brought her shuddering speeder to a halt before the Twi'lek instructor, who had sat down within the dust to patiently wait. No other engineers were in sight.

Casting her helmet to the side, Kami slid off her bike, storming forwards towards him with flashing green eyes.

"That...that...course... in there nearly got him killed!" Waving a hand wildly at Rand, Kami continued, her anger burning within her chest, "This isn't the real thing dammit! Soldiers shouldn't nearly die up against their own people!"

The Twi'lek watched her calmly, glowing red eyes flashing with an emotion Kami couldn't pinpoint. His words emerged icy cold, "Perhaps...Sergeant, you would prefer us to send barely trained combat engineers within the field to die in their first encounter? Worse...to fail their squads and led to the deaths of many more competent and loyal troopers of the Vast Empire?"

Kami's voice dropped until it was almost a hiss, "I don't doubt you're experience in the field, but this isn't the way training should be implemented. No one...no one should endanger soldiers lives except the enemy." She took a step forward, tilting her chin so as she could meet the alien's eyes squarely, "I'm taking this to command."

Her instructor gave her a stiff smile, "You forget Sergeant, here I make the reports to command." He laughed bitterly, "I'm making these men and women into true soldiers, siphoning the weak from the strong now. You say one word to anyone...and I swear that you...and your friends will never pass this course."

He met Kami's gaze squarely, "Is that understood?"

Kami's jaw clenched, her fists curling in barely controlled rage at the superiority flashing in the instructors eyes. He smiled again at her silence,

"Good. Then let me be the first to congratulate you Kami. Not only were you and your team the first to complete the course, you did so with a full estimate of enemy numbers and enemy gear. Great work."

Swallowing her fury, Kami forced her face to still, though her fiery green gaze still told the truth of her emotional state. Silently swearing to somehow bring this instructor...whatever his name was....down, she saluted crisply...then turned to take Rand to the medical bay.

Comments: Well, as usual: I'm impressed. I like the approach you took on the story, and look forward to reading your final stories. Please catch me on IRC so that we may begin our discussion on your final exams for this field.

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Iron Horse Squad
SL/SSG Kami/1SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [CoR] [IG] [GCA] [BC]
TRN/KAD Kami/Training 1-3/VEDJ/VE
-=Surrender to your darkest dreams, and you'll live as you've never lived before...=-

(o^_^o)

Fire Support Tactics
Heavy Weapons Course

((i cant beleive i finnaly finished this...))

Gavyn stood outside the simulation room at 0600 Monday morning. Suddenly the doors dissapeared into the wall and Gavyn stepped into the room. The door closed and suddenly he was standing on the edge of a forest. Gavyn looked slowly around and spotted the F-Web Heavy Repeating Blast. Out of the woods emerged several stormtroopers. "Alright Trooper. Now the objective of this simulation is to provide cover fire for your simulated squad. If any of them die, you fail."

Gavyn swallowed and nodded his head. The stormtroopers around him suddenly dissapeared into the woods on either side of him. Gavyn stepped up to the blaster and looked through the scope. At the far end of the field were several Rebels taking cover behind the trees and brush. Gavyn pulled the trigger on the powerful weapon. A blue energy bolt shot from the end, and connected with a tree just above the head of one of the Rebels. The Rebels began to open fire and Gavyn relaized there were more than he had thought.

Gavyn pulled the trigger of the gun again and held it, firing many more shots than all the Rebels combined. Gavyn continued to fire causing his Opponents to hide again, unable to get a shot in. Gavyn released the trigger and scanned the woods for any rebels prepairing to fire again. Several minutes passed before the rebels began to fire again.

Pulling the trigger again, Gavyn shot three rebels before they dissapeared again. At the sides of the field, Gavyn glimpsed a few flashes of white. "Wait for the signal, then lay down heavy fire on the rebels," Gavyn heard over his comlink.

"Now." Gavyn pulled the trigger and began ripping up the area were the rebels hid. Suddenly the rebels fled to the sides of the field, trying to escape the barrage of fire being layed on them. Swiviling the blaster on its tripod Gavyn took them out one by one as the fled. The few that escaped were quickly finished off by the troopers hidden in the woods.

Suddenly the Simulation dissapeared and was replaced by a battle field. Dead troopers littered the ground around Gavyn. A large gun was shoved roughly into his hands. "Lets go Trooper," yelled the stormtrooper who handed him the gun. Gavyn ran into the battlefield, dodging mortars and rounds of heavy fire, while carrying the huge blaster. The stench of death was heavy, even through his helmet.

Gavyn dove behind the rubble of a building as several bombers flew overhead. Panting, Gavyn looked down at the Blaster. It easily weighed fifty pounds. Peering around the side of the wall Gavyn flicked off the safty and began blasting away at careless rebels. Getting up Gavyn dashed out from behind the wall, making his way to better cover. Gavyn came up on one of the few remaining houses and blasted the doorknob off.

Walking inside he saw a window facing the enemy lines. Making his way to the window he blasted the glass out of the frame and pulled a chair up to the window. Looking down the scope Gavyn spotted a dozen or so speeders racing onto the battlefield armed to the teeth.

Steadying his aim on the window sil Gavyn pulled the trigger. Energy bolts ripped into the first speeder sending it into the ground to explode in a large fireball. One of the other speeders, seeing what happened to the first, turned and gunned the engines straight for Gavyn.

Gavyn dropped to the floor as the speeder opened fire on him. The building above him began to collapse before Gavyn finally got a shot at the speeder, blowing it up on contact.

"Alright soldier,that was good for today," Gavyn heard as the simulation went blank, "report in tomarrow at 0600 hours." Gavyn opened the door of the simulation room and head to his room.

Comments:I'm going to pass this one seeing that there's not too much more you can do with it. In the future, I would like to see a bit more on what you actually did for training, rather than talking. If you need help, feel free to come see myself or someone else on IRC at any time.
 
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"A painless lesson, is one without any meaning. One who does not sacrifice anything, cannot achieive anything."

"Do. Or do not, There is no try."

Lance Corporal Gavyn Kanu
Iron Horse Squad
TRP/LCPL Gavyn/1SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]

Heres my first specialty story, any help would be great, I am not the best at grammar and as we all know spell check does not pick up everything. So any help would be awesome, thank you.

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Sinister

Story 1: Basic Electronics/Wiring

Mahkar Sinister looked up from the harsh metal desk in front him to the front of the class, where a middle aged Sergeant of slight build, with short dark hair and piercing gray eyes was standing. It seemed like forever ago that Mahkar had left the barren planet of Tatooine, yet he knew that he was in a far better place, doing something far better than moisture farming. As Mahkar continued with his thought, the Sergeant began to speak.

"Welcome everyone. My name is Sergeant Falmar, and you will call me Sergeant or Sergeant Falmar. I know every single one of you has heard stories about how hard the training is and how hard it is being a Combat Engineer. I am here to tell you that all of this is true, troopers depend on you for the maintenance and repair of their field equipment, they depend on you when something has to be rigged for explosion, though that will come later in your training. For this segment of you 'education', you will be learning the very basis of electronics and wiring," at this point the Sergeant began walking around the crowded room looking into the eyes of all the troopers, "now, if there are no questions, we will begin." Sergeant Falmar walked back to the center of the room, looked to his right and a Corporal appeared with an arm full of tattered manuals titled Basic Electronics and Wiring. The Corporal walked around the room passing out the books and then left as he had arrived, without a word.

Mahkar feeling uncomfortable in his steel chair scanned the cover of the manual and looked back up to Sergeant Falmar who was grabbing his own copy off from his desk, "Now open to page one," from the back of the room came a sight from one of the students, everyone turned to look, Private First Class Amendum, always Amendum Sinister thought, all through basic he could not shut up and even now he can't. As heads turned back to the front of the room there was a flash of something shiny and silver that passed Sinister's face, from behind him there was a thump and a groan coming from Amendum, "PRIVATE YOU BEST DAMN WELL SHOWN SOME RESPECT! I have no time for people who do not want to be here and learn from my years of experience. DO I MAKE MY SELF-CLEAR?"

"YES SERGEANT!" Amendum managed to yell as he was pulling himself off the floor and back into his chair.

"Now where were we? Ahh yes page one," Sergeant Falmar then proceeded to read the entire three hundred page manual...

10 hours later...

"And that is the proper way to disassemble and reassemble the personal Data pad. Any questions? NO!" The Sergeant seemed stunned no questions; well he thought maybe its time to put them to the test, "CORPORAL!" A few moments later the same Corporal who had handed out the cursed manuals returned.

"Yes Sergeant Falmar."

"Bring me the box of malfunctioned Data pads, we are going to see how well our young troopers listened, and what sort of skills they posses already." The Corporal disappeared out of the room again and returned a five minutes later with a box of broken Data pads and dumped them on the table at the side of the room. Sergeant Falmar walked over to the now messy table and picked up one of the pads, "you sure have your work cut out for you... you have two hours."

1 hour later...

Mahkar had just finished rewiring a portion of the Data pad when he looked at the clock and let out a mutter under his breath, "one hour left, and great." Sinister lowered his face back to the task at hand and kept plugging away. No one was going to be able to say that the poor moisture farmer was not good enough, at least he would put his best effort into it. Besides it wasn't so different from the equipment back on the farm, just a little more sophisticated. Mahkar soldered a small red wire into place and flipped the Data pad over; the screen was alive with the faint pale green color, as it was supposed to look. The only thing left now was to make it look like a Data pad again.

30 minutes later...

Mahkar put the finishing touches on his rebuilt Data pad, closed his manual, jumped out of his seat, came to attention, and yelled out at once, "SERGEANT FALMAR, PRIVATE FIRST CLASS SINISTER DONE WITH THE PRESENT ASSIGNMENT SERGEANT!" Sergeant Falmar having heard this stormed across the room toward Mahkar.

"Well I'll be god damned... does it work Private?" Sergeant Falmar asked glaring at Mahkar, "well does it?"

"Yes Sergeant Falmar, yes it does." Mahkar was starting to feel a little unsure about himself at this point, having forgotten that Sergeant Falmar was standing only a foot away from him, Mahkar started wondering, does it work, I could have sworn it was working. After what seemed like years, Mahkar was snapped out of his daydream from hell by the thunderous voice of Sergeant Falmar.

"Excellent job Private, this piece of scrap metal may not look a whole lot like a Data pad, but it sure as hell works like one. Good job, you may go get chow." Sergeant Falmar then turned his attention to the rest of the class, "Alright the rest of you have twenty minutes remaining, now you best be moving your assess like you have a purpose in life."

And with that Private Sinister grabbed his items and cleared out of the room before Sergeant Falmar could have a change of heart. Mahkar made it out of the classroom, back to his bunk and laid down. What had he gotten himself into he wondered, its has to be better than farming, well tomorrows a new day and with that he put his head on his pillow and passed out.

Comments: Decent attempt at a first story. I usually like to see a bit more of the hands-on work, but good work. Next one, less talk, more work.

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IRON HORSE
TRP/PFC Sinister/1SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/VE [LoR]

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"What!? Hey wait, where did everyone go? Come on not again"
"just because the crayon says non-toxic, doesn't mean you have to eat it"

hey this is my first try so I need feedback i don't really know what I'm doing so I don't know if this could actually happen or not?? I know there will be a bunch of spelling and grammatic errors so don't be to harsh!lol

Zolo
Specialty: long-range blaster rifle (The DC-15A)

One day in the mid-afternoon I was on a lunch break when I ran into this really important looking guy, he had a seriose face, and looked rather frightning. I noticed his rank and apologized and saluted him, he yelled, "what is wrong with you?? Don't you ever look where you are going?? Stupid  recruit!" he stormed off in the other direction. I didn't think much of it until I went to my classes that afternoon. when i reported to the room I was supposed to be in for class I was just barely on time! When I reported to the head conductor I stopped, it was the man I had bumped into earlier!! I just simply turned and headed for a group of stormtroopers. when i startd to get to know some people the conducto barked, "Run down to the armoury and get the DC-15a! You men will be specially trained to use the weapons use in the clone wars,by the end of these classes you will be able to hit targets a hundred percent of the time and cause super damage on the enemy!" WIth that we marched down to the armoury got a DC-15a and headed back to  class. When we got back a practice area had been set-up. Many targets were put all around the room and medium sized squre was  drawn in the center of the room. The conductor told us, "Youwill now attempt to shoot down the targets who will shoot back, and you must rely on your class mates to have your back because I must say that there stuns are quite hurtful." With that he clicked a button and all the robots came to life, auto atically the inexperianced troopers wstarted shooting randomly and were stunned, some others were more controled, I, dind't know them amazingly well but i had seen one while i was trained on Kashyyyk. I started firing, to my surprise they had a strong kick but I could deal with it, I slowly started to pick off the robots that were stunning my class mates. While i kept shooting the enemy down I had to keep my friends safe, I shot a few robots, noticed my friends were about to get shot from behind so I turned around and shot the robot, feeling a little relief i turned around and i was shot right smack in the chest, I fell down and passed out. When i came to i was in a bed, along with many other of my class mates. I heard the voice of the conductor, "That was terribel!! it took less than and hourto get you all stunned!! Only about 5 of you could actually shoot the gun correctly and half that maybe could be helpful to that army!1This is going to be alot more work than I suspected..." He started to mutter to himself, I raised a hand and said "Sir, with all do respect why did you put us to such a hard test on our first class??' He gave me a narrow eyed look and said "questions are not wanted noe.. please come with me to my office." I reluctuntly got up, i felt a little pain where the stun hit me but i was mostly ok. When i entered the office the conductor to ld me to sit. He said " I was watching you from the side, where did you learn to shoot with such precision and accurracy? Furter more i was expecting everyone to get stunned in about 30 minutes.. but you save alot of them with your skilss, wheer did you learn to fire the DC-15a so well?" I paused, thought about it a little and old him all about my past, how my father got killed by rebels, how i trained myself in the woods with old blaster and pistols, and how I joined the stormtroopers ranks. I said" wheni was wandering around i saw a tormtrooper carrying them so i folloed him and saw him practice with them." The conductor looked like he was wondering something, he said very well i think i will keep an eye out for you, you may become a great worrior someday." I was glad to hear that, thinking bacvk to my promise with my father I gave my commander a smile and a salute and left the office. When the conductor came back to the whole class he said " This is the end of the class today, come back tomorrow at noon and tomorrow again at night, so I can teach you al little about the night vision on your helmets and hwo you can use them to your advantage at night when you shoot these weapons, we will also learn the way to shoot, hold, and reload them, good day." And he left. I left the room and headed for my lodging, when I walked away another trooper came up to me and told me how great I was, with a smile I said thanks and carried on, I looked up at the sky and whispered under my breath" I'm on my way dad, I'm on my way!"


 
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i am Zolo, fullfilliing a promise to become the greatest warrior ever.

*Salute*

Commander Rizzit i would lik to ask you a question, what are teh specialties? please post somthing on this topic so i can read about it!! please post soon!
 
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i am Zolo, fullfilliing a promise to become the greatest warrior ever.
TRP/PFC Zolo/1SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]

thanks i got all te info!1

 
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i am Zolo, fullfilliing a promise to become the greatest warrior ever.
TRP/PFC Zolo/1SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]