Ahhhh, it feels good to be back here again

Angel, recently returned to Tadath not only from Lopen, but from being imprisoned in Phoenix, strode purposefully down the long corridor. The insignia of sergeant adorned his right shoulder, while an ASL badge hung from his left. Phoenix, apparently, had made quite a character of himself in the Army, meriting insubordination and "conduct unbecoming " charges. So here Angel stood, back to where he started before he even joined the order...sergeant and Assitant Squad Leader of the Raiders.

Flashes of anger and resentment distracted Angel and he walked right past the door to Rizzit's office. Pausing, Angel felt his cheeks flush as Rizzit's presence moved behind him. It HAS been awhile... Retracing his steps, Phoenix straightened his uniform outside the Major's door. Raising his right hand, he rapped the door twice.

"Enter" Rizzit said, his voice rushing out of the room as the door *whooshed* open. The office looked just as Angel remembered it. The large couch pressed against the wall, popcorn machine carefully hidden in the back...and large amounts of unkempt papers littering anything with a flat surface.

Angel took two steps in then threw a crisp salute. "Sergeant Nimiichi reporting as requested." His amber eyes took in the other two humans seated in the office: High General  Fury sat stoicly in the large chair in front of Rizzi't desk, while a familiar looking woman lounged on the couch, a bored look on her face.

"Sergeant...Nimiichi?" Fury asked, raising a confused eyebrow. "But I thought...you Dark Jedi boys are so damn confusing sometimes."

"Apologies General, if you'd like I can explain it all to you, but be warned...its a loooong story." Angel responded, a faint smile passing his lips.

"Please FA, spare us the details." Rizzit said in a decidely sarcastic tone.

Chuckling, Angel turned his attention back to the woman on the couch...I know her...thats... "Mara," Angel said, bowing to the young woman,  "Good to see you again."

The new Raiders SL nodded, a bit a of confusion radiating off her as well. "FA, its been awhile."

Throwing her his best smile, the Dark Knight turned back towards Rizzit. "So why are we all cooped up inside on this fine day?"

"Take a seat sergeant." Moving out from behind his desk as Angel plopped onto the couch next to Mara, Rizzit grabbed a pair of datapads and handed them to the Raider Squad command staff.

Activating the pad, Mara scanned the data and raised a questioning eyebrow, "Moorja?"

"Just keep reading," Rizzit responded, an exaperaated look on his face. "Ever since we took control of the planet and pulled the majority of our forces out it has been rocked by instability. Rouge New Republic cells have been undermining our delciate position there. While the general populace doesn't seem to care who is in charge, these cells have been comitting acts of terrorism, making it increasingly difficult to maintain control there."

Angel 's datapad showed holographs taken of what used to be a garrison barracks. Bodies...or at least pieces of them, littered the landscape. Blood was splattered over the duracrete chunks that once comprised a building.

The Army Prefect joined in the briefing. "As you can probable infer, we can't afford to have a long, drawn out rebellion waged against us there. Moorja is an important staging point for our campaign against the Republic, so neither can we afford to lose the planet. The new planetary governer Grand Moff Kadann appointed will be arriving there today and giving his inagural speech. We're hoping putting a physical sign of our Empire's intention of staying there might discourage these insurgents."

Sitting down on the front edge of his desk, Rizzit chimed in again. "Two factions claimed responsibility for this most recent attack." Shuffling through some papers in his hand, he found the names of the two groups."  The 'Red Crescent' and the 'FFA'."

"FFA?" Mara asked, "Any special meaning to the acronym we should be aware of?"

"The funny thing is," Fury responded with a snort of mild annoyance, "They use their letters as a propaganda machine. There IS no official meaning, its whatever they choose it to be. Everytime they claim an attack, they give a different name, but always with those three letters."

"So either they're bi-polar, have innumerable shake-ups, or they're trying to give the impression that there's many groups acting against us." Rizzit concluded. "Now as far as what your squad is to do, the details of your orders are on those pads, as well as all the intel we've been able to gather about the groups." Rising from his desk, Rizzit continued, "I know this isn't your typical mission, but with Daishi whisking away Wraith squad, and Jester so short handed, we had no choice but to go with Raider Squad because of well...the squad's...other talents"

"As this is so far out of your element," Fury continued, "I've ordered your squad be equipped with a new prototype armor we've dubbed 'Mimetic Armor.' It's sort of like an active camoflauge, always reacting with its surroundings to blend in with them. Also the armory here and on Moorja will be open to you."

Rizzit spoke again, arms folded over his chest. "But just be aware, this mission will not be accomplished by running around shooting everything in sight. We're trying to win over the population, and an Imperial squad running around shooting up their homes is not going to make the best impression."

Angel and Mara both nodded. "We'll requisition our supplies and brief the squad en-route." Mara answered. "Is the planetary garrision also at our disposal?"

"If you need backup they are aware of your position and will respond." Fury answered. "Any other questions?"

"No sir," Mara and Angel answered in unison. Rising from the couch, both saluted Fury and Rizzit, then made their way out of the small office.

"Oh. Two more things I forgot." Rizzit said, "One. Daishi left behind Sergeant Major Stonefish when he whisked away the Wraiths. I'll be assigning him to Raiders because of his experience in black ops and infiltration. And two...Shadow is back. Dismissed."

Saluting once more, Angel his the hatch panel, opening the door. Once outside, Mara turned to him and said, "Just how long of a story is it?"

"Is what?" Angel responded, his mind elsewhere.

"The one you told Fury about."

"Long enough for the flight to Moorja."

"Good, because I want to know my ASL before going into combat. I'll hit the armory, you raise the squad and get them to the ship." Not waiting for a response, Mara turned left and headed off towards the requsition office.

Sighing, Angel distractedly made his way back to the barracks. He wasn't sure if he was ready to be back in the Army again, not knowing the full effects of merging with Phoenix yet. He had left his security blanket, and his heart, back on Lopen. Angel felt like a newborn again, except with the driving force and main support system hundreds of light years away.

Distracted again, Angel almost missed the lift to the floor given to the squad. Taking the lift up, he prepared himself. He hadn't spoken to Cyanus since his return, and really didn;t know how the Krath Knight would respond to the change.

The lift doors opened...to reveal Snipes, standing in the middle of the hallways pounding on a door...in a pink bathrobe and bunny slippers...

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New planetary governor Jacob Kellson stood before the small multitude gathered around the newly constructed governor's palace. He had arrived on planet just a few hours earlier, and already had to tell the people that they were now under his control. He had been a relatively minor politician on Tadath, a member of one of the Moff's advisory council, then a provincial judge in  the Vast Empire's courts. None of that could possible have prepared him for this moment. In planetary proportions, a "small multitude" comprised of close to one hundred thousand beings of all different species.

Swallowing his fear, he stepped up to the podium and cleared his throat.

"People of Moorja...welcome to the Vast Empire." Scattered cheers eminated from the crowd.Was Kadann right in choosing me? Pausing for the cheers to settle, Jacob continued. "I am Planetary Governor Jacb Kellson. A few months ago, we were enemies, fighting a bloody conflict which stained the ground you stand on red with blood. That conflict was ended, and now another has begun. Insurgents, bent on distrupting the fragile peace that we have attained, have committed terrorist acts against the Vast Empire."

Pausing for effect, Jacob swallowed hard again, then continued. "Well I am here today to tell you, that the Vast Empire is here to stay. Together we wil bring about an unequaled age of prosperity and wealth to this pla..."

*BANG*

A single shot rang out. Deafening in the relative silence of the crowd.

Jacob Kellson, planetary governor of Moorja lay dead, a pool of blood expanding underneath what remained of the back of his head...


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Our orders:

Raider squad is to split into two teams. Squad Leader Mara Jade, and Assistant Squad Leader Jikkyo Nimiichi, will each lead one team. One person will remain as a link to Imperial forces on Moorja, coordinating with the garrison and temporary government. The FTs will use the available intel and each infiltrate one of the two main NR groups. This cannot be attained by blasting everything in sight. Once the cells are infiltrated, the main players must be identified and taken out. How you accomplish this is up to you. The rules of engagement are in effect, and any civilian casualties are unacceptable.

Equipment:
- Mimetic Armor (packed)
- Civilian dress (worn)
- Authentic ID's provided by the Moorja government
- personal choice of holdout, melee and ranged weapons
- secure, encrypted comlinks
- personal micro-holorecorders

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Dark Jedi Knight Sergeant Phoenix
Assistant Squad Leader - Demolitions - Raider Squad -
VEA Recruiting Staff
AS-2/ASL/SGT Phoenix/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR] [RoM] [BC] [CDS] [BoA]
CM/DJK Phoenix/Eagle 1-4/Sith/VEDJ/VE/Lopen

(o^_^o)

Mara sat in her office in an uncomfortable chair twisting a thick lock of tawny red hair awaiting the two DJ arrival.  The mission rolled over and over in her mind, the conditions had changed and she needed the seasoned input of her ASL and FTL desperately.  Situation escalated and the Raiders job was even more critical, restoring peace would now be more difficult, and might require more undercover work than previously thought.  To make matters more complicated one of her Raiders was being moved to another squad to support another essential mission.  No replacements were made, so teams would have to be changed around.  A loud rap came at her door... knowing it was Angel and Cy she didn't look up from her datapad after shouting enter....  silently like ghosts they entered the room and stood before her desk.

"Please... sit down" Mara whispered rubbing her head to fight the stabbing pain behind her left eye

Looking at her ASL who she needed to get to know all over again, and her FTL who sat in front of her in... scout armor? today... needless to say, the oddities in her squad were plentiful, and somehow it made it that much more fun to work with them.  She looked at the other squads, none had the pink robe personality her Raiders had, few could wear bunny slippers and be fierce killers like her boys could... and do it with style.  So they were the oddity of the VE, they did their job with surgeon like accuracy, they were in and out of a mission in less time than it takes to loose rank around here... impressive to say the least.  She looked at her robed clad scout armor wearing FTL and wondered what he was like under all of those layers.. its hard to know someone with a mask, then again Phoen...Angel was a difficult one too masks were just one difficulty she had to endure, he was entirely a different matter... she thought at first she was chosen for SL because of her abilities to think under pressure and act quickly, now she knew better.. they thought her to be just crazy enough to work with this squad.  She smiled at this thought... Focusing on the not so pleasant task at hand she had to inform Angel and Cy of a few changes.

Picking up her datapad Mara, embaressed, covered the chewed corner  before reading the news of the moment...

"Angel, Cyanus... we have lost a member of our squad.. Otto will now be reporting to the Dragoons, they have a critical mission and he moved there."

Mara paused and allowed the heavy news to settle on them, leaving us short for such a critical mission of their own was a pain, but the fact that the mission elevated just in the past hour made it more difficult.  Looking down at her datapad as if it provided some mysterious answers to the tragic events that unfolded on Moorja... delaying the moment long enough she continued on with the news...

" The new governor of Moorja was just assassinated, we can only assume at this point those responsible are the 'Red Crescent' or the 'FFA', mission stands the same however situation has escalated to a feverous pitch.  We will need to be extremely careful, one slip up of our identities being known and we will be publicly made an example of with our lives I am sure.  We need to earn their implicit trust, this is no quick mission... I anticipate us spending quite some time there establishing our cover before anything happens. Everyone must be completely clear on this, no rushing, no fumbling, this is a chance to do a difficult mission and show ourselves we are capable of something other than mass destruction.  I would like to hear your thoughts on this, and with us loosing one member the fire teams will be restructured again.  I am waiting on garrison to get back with our new identities and any last minute information before we head out"

Mara's emerald green eyes locked with Angels looking expectantly for input...


 
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Senior Sergeant MaraJade
Raiders Squad Leader
Army of the Vast Empire
SL/FTC1/SGT MaraJade/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[LoR]

(o^_^o)

    After Angel and Cyanus left, JR went back to his room to pack and to get ready for the mission.  Walking into the room he decided to take a quick shower.  As he was showering his mind wandered to the return on Angel.  He wasn't quite sure how he felt about it.  He was glad that he had his fellow squad mate back, plus Phoenix had been a tough SL, and had been unforgiving to many in the army.  JR thought back to when he had first found out about Phoenix and what had happened to Angel.  He didn't quite know what had happened and he still was confused about it.  What he did know was that Phoenix had been there for him and the squad, and had helped them out of difficult situations many times.  Now with him gone, JR wondered if Angel would be able to do what Phoenix had done, because with the difficultly of the mission that they were about to embark on JR knew that they would probably now need that help more than ever.

    Stepping out of the shower JR put on the his stormtrooper armour not knowing what kind of mission this would be.  He then packed his reached under his bed and grabbed his case which contained all of his melee weapons.  concealing the weapons into areas that he had added within his armour he grabbed his E-11 and headed for the hangar.  When he arrived he saw that he was the first one there.  He also saw a rack full of civilian clothes with each of the squad members names on them.  There was also a bucket beneath each set of clothes with an note attached.  JR walked towards his name and grabbed the note, on it was a small explanation of the type of clothing on hung above.

This mission will be one in which you MUST be undercover at all times.  The clothes provided are those which are worn on Moorja.  Also we have supplied you with mimetic armour which will make you invisible when worn.  Your squad leaders will brief you fully once they have arrived. 
            Fury

JR changed into the clothes that were provided for him of which he chose a fairly ordinary pair of pants, a shirt and a jacket not wanting to draw too much attention to himself.  Knowing that they would be undercover, he removed his E-11 and dropped it along with his stormtrooper armor into the bucket.  He then did the best he could at concealing his melee weapons within his clothes and waited for the rest of his squad to arrive.
 
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Senior Seargent JR
- Raider Squad -

TRP/SSGT JR/3SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[LoR]

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.

Stonefish sat on his bunk, raking a comb through his iron grey hair. His duffel lay on the bunk behind him, still unpacked. The bunk in the Raiders barracks was hard, feeling unused and new. The lights, sounds and smells were unfamiliar. Stonefish stopped combing his hair and lay the comb down on the smooth, Imperial-issue sheets.

Was this really a good idea? he wondered.

Just then, the holocomm on his table started beeping, the red light flashing urgently with news of an incoming message. Stonefish walked over, sat down and activated the device. The screen sprang to life with an image of a shabbily dressed Rodian.

"Who is this?" he demanded, a little grouchily.

"Parda, I know it's been a few years, but you can't have forgotten me," replied Stonefish.

"Jarrod!" exclaimed the Rodian, "Good to see you again! What brings you to call your old friend Parda?"

"I need a favour."

"You know I owe you, Jarrod, but I have a business to run here."

"I respect that, Parda, I'm not asking for a freebie, but you have to do this for me. I can deposit the credits in your usual account. After it is done, I'll count us as square."

"Okay, Jarrod, what is it you want?"

"I need you to dig up some files that Tycho prepared for me about ten years ago. They should still be in a deposit box in the Bank of Coronet. The code word is 'Lazarus'. Once you have them, transmit them to the government offices on Moorja. They'll be able to take care of themselves after that."

"Okay, and how soon do you need that?"

"I'll pay double your usual fee if you get it done in the next twenty-four hours."

"I can do that."

"Thanks, Parda."

"No problem. Just remember we're square now."

The screen went dead, and Stonefish sat back with a sigh. It was time to put Ramon Stonefish away for a while. The files in question were a virus prepared by an old friend of Stonefish's for just this situation. Once sent, the administrators on Moorja would receive and look at what seemed to be a mundane report about crops and harvests, while the virus kicked in and hunted out the right systems to fiddle with the identities stored in security databases and census data. This way, Stonefish would not have to worry about the identity that his Vast Empire benefactors prepared for him being a little shakey. It would only be a backup. Besides this was no false identity that was being inserted. It was just that no one had seen or heard from Jarrod Traize for around ten years. But the old mercenary was still around, and possibly still wanted. But that was a good thing, since everyone who knew him then knew that he did not like the Empire one bit.

Now for the bait, Stonefish said inwardly, as he walked out of his quarters and toward the storage bays, and his stash.
 
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    Cyanus looked over the assembled troops and sneered slightly under his breath. Shortly after Mara left, he began the lecture, while putting the armor on. "The concepts behind this armor are really quite simple: to detect the surroundings and use the micro-display screens to blend into the environment. To cloak, you must push the black button on your left wrist." The Knight lightly pressed the small button on his wrist panel...and faded almost from sight. There was still his outline, to be sure, but that was all that was revealed, unless one puts on infrared sights. Then he was highly visible. At the moment though, none of the troopers carried such gear, being as they are in civilian clothing. Another quick tap and the trooper returned to full view.
    "I shall spare you the technical details of this outfit," he announced, to the joy of the squad. Just as soon as they started to cheer aloud he silenced them with his raised finger. "You will read the manuals." A general groan came from the small crowd. Cyanus tossed his mimetic armor into the ship's hold. He had no time for these delays.
    "Any questions? Good, I would not have answered them anyway. We board now," he said hastily, turning to their transport shuttle. His ever-present white cloak flapped menacingly in the air while his platinum-colored boots pounded the iron ramp. "Your manuals are inside the door. Get them, or I will get you. As Mara Jade requested, begin creating your personas. From this point on, you will call me Enea Konnu (the White Knight)," Cyanus concluded icily.
    The cabin was actually quite roomy for a military transport. There were two rows of soft purple seats. The Krath knight chose a seat up in the front left seat, settling in near the porthole. He could see the Raiders still checking over their equipment and eventually packing the stuff into the cargo hold.
    "Geez Cy, that briefing was cold," said Angel softly, settling down in the seat across from Cyanus' own. He showed his subordinate the rather thick manual he'd found just inside the door. "Almost tripped over this doorstop," He chuckled. "So, you thought about your background?"
    "Yes, I have," was the plain answer.
    In truth, Cyanus was writing it down as he spoke...

    The White Knight...
    He was silent as a ghost, deadly as an assassin. He stalks those who would seek to oppress the populace. Starting out in life as a policeman on the now dead planet of Alderaan, he was set to be engaged when the Galactic Civil War broke out.
    He joined the Rebellion of course, and was deployed as an agent on Ryloth when the Death Star totally blasted his home planet. This strengthened his resolve but the rebellion's rules prevented his openly attacking the nearby strong Imperial garrison. He soon left the organization and worked for a while as a freelance mercenary. He was still a mercenary when the Empire fell, as the profits proved too much to part with. His pursuit of one target took him to Moorja, where he stalks his Imperial prey. He needs the aid of the FFA to accomplish his mission and collect his reward, so he's on his way to meet the leader in an attempt to gain audience with him...
 
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FTC/SSG Cyanus/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE[BoA] [ES1][BC]
CM/DJK Cyanus/Krath/Lion 1-6/VEDJ/VE[VP1]
Dark Knight of the Krath
"...I think I'll kill you later." - Cyanus
Fire Team Leader: - Raider Squad -

"Mara? Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Yeah sure Angel, what up?" The Raider SL replied, leading him into the cockpit of the shuttle.

"Fish came to me with great idea, and I'd like to go with it." Angel said, lowering his voice. "I want to take my fireteam on his yacht to Moorja. That way we wont draw any attention to the fact that all of us came at once then split up."

Shutting the hatch to the cockpit, Mara raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Go on. What is his plan?"

"Well, according to him, before he joined the Vast Empire, he was part of a smuggling ring under the name of Jarrod Traize. Using that name, he'll get us planetside and we'll pose as arms dealers. Spread the word we have merchandise to deal and lure out the groups."

Rubbing her temples in contemplation, Mara remained silent for a short time. Angel waited patiently, knowing full well the difficulty of making such a decision.

"You know what this means, right?" She said finally.

"Yep."

"The planetary garrison will have no records of you. You'll be completely cut off out there. No back up."

"Yep"

Sighing, Mara looked up at Angel, trying to read the man's face. "And you still want to do this?"

Angel nodded, "It takes a lot of variables out of the equation. If no one knows we're there, no one can sell us out."

"Very well then, inform your team. We leave in 15 minutes."

"Thank you Mara, you won't regret this." Angel said, patting his SL on the shoulder. "I promise."

'Yeah well just make sure YOU don't regret it." Mara shouted after him as he left the cockpit. Turning back to the controls she muttered, "Jedi..."

[OOC: Ok Fish, ball's in your court. The rest of my fireteam (Squall and Twizted), still are required to do backgrounds for their characters. You will still be using ID's sent to us from the Moorja garrison. /OOC:]
 
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Dark Jedi Knight Sergeant Jikkyo "Angel" Nimiichi
Assistant Squad Leader - Demolitions - Raider Squad -
VEA Recruiting Staff
AS-2/ASL/SGT Jikkyo "Angel" Nimiichi/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR] [RoM] [BC] [CDS] [BoA]
CM/DJK Jikkyo "Angel" Nimiichi/Eagle 1-1/Sith/VEDJ/VE/Lopen [VP:1]

(o^_^o)

The modified Nubian yacht hung in orbit, parked in orbit awaiting contact from Traffic Control. A dozen other craft were running in similar orbits to Stonefish's ship, which he had named the Lucky Break for the moment. He was still considering the name Darkstar.

He was still sitting in the pilot's chair when the comm crackled to life.

"Attention Lucky Break, this is Moorja traffic control. Please state your business and destination."

"Roger, Control, this is Lucky Break, hauling electronic components for Terium Corporation."

"Transmit your landing clearance now."

"Transmission commencing."

Stonefish and Angel waited as a tense few moments passed while the codes were processed by Moorja traffic control. Stonefish felt a bead of sweat work its way down the side of his face. He knew that he would never get away with that in a face-to-face encounter, and felt glad that it had happened now. The old mercenary in him said that he knew his enemy now, and could beat him. Just as that thought passed, the comm crackled to life again.

"Stand by for customs inspection, Lucky Break, release your controls to our authority."

"Roger, Control, transmitting control codes now."

Stonefish pushed a few buttons and took his hands off the controls.

"So what now?" asked Angel.

"Now, we wait, and hope that the customs agent is dumb enough to fall for what I have planned."

"And if they aren't?"

"Don't worry, they'll fall for it. Has Shadow finished going over his cover story yet?"

"Don't think so, but I haven't heard from him since we left. He's been holed up in his quarters, avoiding doing any work on the engines."

"Damn, we need him compos mentis in around an hour. If he isn't then we could be screwed here."

"I'll go kick him," said Angel, walking out with a smirk.

Stonefish sat back, watching the clouds dash past on the planet below. He considered his story should he be asked by the denizens of Moorja.

Jarrod Traize, formerly F-107 of the Imperial Stormtrooper Corps. Slaughtered his squad after being ordered to fire on a peaceful protest, during which his sister was killed by the officer in charge of the squad. After that, he took the squad's gear, sold it and hired on the first freighter out of port as a mercenary guard. Over time he accrued a degree of respect from the other mercs and smugglers for his business ideals. Never breaking a contract. After his boss was killed in an Imperial attack, he took the ship for himself and continued the business for a while, then went into retirement, ambling around the galaxy, but never forgot the buzz of running a blockade. So now he's back in business and with a shipment of weapons for the highest bidder.
 
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Mara's story was simple, always best to stay simple in case you get drunk and need to remember your cover... she couldnt pass for some tough hard edge bounty hunter or anything of the sorts... she was too petite and innocent looking to be taken seriously as a killer.  This of course worked to her advantage.

Ena Deirdre was bitter, the most important things in her life were gone... taken from her abruptly.  Her emerald eyes glowed fiercly with hate.  Her family had been on alderaan when they and everyone, everything else was destroyed.  She wasnt a violent person, but she would do anything to avenge the death of her family, even  if it meant killing.  She was looking for people that felt like she did, she wanted to take action, but didnt know how.. so she was looking for a group that could show her how to get even.  She wanted to help destroy the Empire
 
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Senior Sergeant MaraJade
Raiders Squad Leader
Army of the Vast Empire
SL/FTC1/SSG MaraJade/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[LoR]

(o^_^o)