After the troopers had finished changing, they all met back in the West Wing common room. There, they found Garet awaiting them at a medium- sized, round wooden table. Around the table were five wooden chairs, complete with dark green cushions. The four troopers that remained standing up quickly took a seat at the table.

Garet peered across the table at LK-486. The trooper he was looking at did not seem to be dressed in civilian clothes. He cleared his throat and began his sentence by saying "LK-486, those are not civilian clothes."

LK-486 looked down at his attire. He was dressed in a black jumpsuit, complete with black gloves and boots. He slowly looked back up at Garet. "No, sir, I don't believe so. Fortunately, this uniform has not been used since before the fall of the Empire. I do not think any civilians will recognize it."

Garet looked directly into LK-486's eyes, seemingly boring into his very soul. LK-486 stared resolutely back, not blinking. Finally, Garet sighed. "Don't you have any other clothes, 486?" he demanded.

LK-486 shook his head. "I have approximately five other changes of this uniform sir, and I left my armour on Tadath. To change would be illogical." Upon the completion of LK-486's sentence, Garet sighed again.

"Well, I suppose you'll have to dress like that," he conceded. Garet cleared his throat again and his gaze went around the table. "Now that that's out of the way, let's get down to business. Rizzit has tasked us with securing and guarding the palace. Squall?"

Squall turned and faced Garet, and replied with a "Yes?"

Garet nodded at Squall. "You will take the West Wing. In case you are wondering, that is the area we are located in at this moment." He paused and looked around the group again. "The wings are all connected to a main visitor lobby. That is the only entrance in and out of them. It will be quite easy to know where your wing ends." The others nodded back at him.

After speaking to everyone, Garet turned his attention to Knightfire. "Private Knightfire, you will be taking the South Wing. I'm not quite sure what is there, but all you need to do is locate the visitor lobby and take the south exit." Knightfire nodded her head, her black hair cascading into her eyes. With a stroke of her hand, she cleared her face.

"Leon?" Garet continued. Leon looked up at Garet, his face eager and expecting. Garet chuckled quietly to himself and began to speak: "You will be taking the East Wing. Same directions as Knightfire, except take the East Exit.

Finally, Garet turned his attention to LK-486. "Trooper LK-486, you will be taking the middle of the palace. I'm not quite sure how long that goes on for, but it will probably be guarded the main gates, visitor's lobby, and the various staircases located around that area. Keep an eye out for anyone who looks like they're doing something they shouldn't."

The team nodded. "Where will you be going?" Squall piped up.

Garet looked straight at Squall. "I will be taking the North Wing. That is the most politically delicate area of the palace. I dread to think what would happen if one of you were caught up there. Since I have not worked with any of you very much, I am only trusting myself for that patrol path."

He looked about the table at his team. "We will all go to the lobby together. From there, we will split up. Keep your comlinks active, and report any suspicious smell, activity, noise, or person. I want to stay informed, so say "Reporting in" to me every ten minutes. Got it?"

As a group, the troopers responded with a clear "Affirmative."

Garet stood up. "All right troops, let's roll out."


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Our Number Is Legion, Our Name Is Death!

LK-486/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/BAT/1RGT/TADATH/VEA/VE

Gio pondered over the mission objectives to try and prepare for what he'd face. They'd be patrolling the man Boulevard of Eusebus, and the place was bound to be packed even with the Opening Rituals a few days away. At least he felt comfortable patrolling a very crowded and unpredictable environment with the majority of his group. Rizzit had been a mentor of Giovanni's since the beginning of his Army career, and Sam and Gio had been squadmates for almost two years now. Kairo had been his squad leader for a good year prior to leaving and accepting a position as Storm Platoon's commander, but in that span of time he had had a great deal of influence on the then unexperienced Lance Corporal.

The other two members of the group, Giovanni had no previous knowledge of. Evis was a corporal with the Raiders whom Giovanni had never met, but merely seen around the cantina a couple of times. Ryan Kenobi was one trooper he had never seen before, most likely on account of the fact he was part of Storm platoon, and served with the newly reopened Jester squad under the command of Kairo.

Regardless, Giovanni knew full well that if Rizzit chose them to be in his group, he must at least trust them enough with his own life if things came down to it. He looked down at his chronometer and scowled and how slow time seemed to pass by. He sat down again at his bed and rechecked his blaster rifle and heavy blaster pistol.
 
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*DarkDragoons*

*Assistant Squad Leader Senior Sergeant Giovanni A. Bryden*

ASL/SSGT Giovanni Bryden/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoR][ES1C]

Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

Dammit.  Are you kidding me?  The hanger?  What, are they gonna plat a bomb there or something.  Aphamos sighed to himself as he followed his squad leader, Darr-Rann, and his other team member, Andrew, out of the suite they were previously in and to their ordered destination.  They were headed to the hanger where the ships would soon file in, carrying the masses to the Games.  Wow, this is great.  Three people.  One hanger.  Say goodbye to your podracing, Aphamos.  He shook his head, re-routing his concentration to the present mission.  Think about what is important, about why you are here.  Even though that was an added bonus.  They exited the building, Darr-Rann looking at his datapad, glancing around at his surroundings occasionally to see where they were.  Aphamos pointed to a structure to the right, the building being the hanger that they had landed at yesterday.  Darr smiled, nodding his head as if he knew that it was there, but was checking on something else instead.  They started down their set path again, Aphamos walking towards the other member of his team, Andrew.  He didn't know Andrew very well, in fact, they hadn't really met at all.  Aphamos had merely seen Andrew in the cafeteria during one of his breaks, the trooper in the middle of a conversation with Kairo and Phenix.  Aphamos hesitated a bit, not to sure what to do.  He waited longer, his mind set on letting Andrew make the first move.  Say something at least.

"Hey." added Andrew, his voice very simple, not giving much of anything away.  He was as, if not more, hesitant than Aphamos, still staring forward as the trio neared the hanger area.  Aphamos returned the greeting, his voice giving a bit more away, trying to open up the barrier between them.  "I'm in Jester.  I've seen you before. In the cafeteria that is."  Aphamos nodded at the statement, now thinking of what else to say.  The conversation slowly started to heighten, the troopers finding some sort of common ground between them and using it to kill the time until they finally arrived at the hanger.  They entered the hanger, the hustle and bustle of the area taking over.  People were heading in all areas; through the exit, coming from the walkway of a transport, or standing and purchasing a souvenir from one of the stands that littered the hanger.  Oh, well this should be easy to defend.  We might need about ten more people, but nevertheless.  The team of troopers casually met up with each other, wanting to create a strategy.

"Well, guess we need to spread out." said Darr-Rann.  "Be as casual as you possible can.  If you need assistance or you see something, just call and we will gather up with each other.  Remember, we won't be able to fight in here because we will attract too much attention.  We only fight here if we have to.  Otherwise, we wait and we watch for something to happen.  We don't want anything to happen of course, but you know..."  Aphamos smiled as Darr-Rann did the same.  "We will spilt into three then.  Form a triangle in relation to the position of you allies."  Aphamos and Andrew nodded, the trio splitting up and moving into good positions, Aphamos starting to act as normal and casual as he could.  The transports were slowly coming in now, landing the natives of each of the participating countries.  The athletes competing were easily noticed, a group of trainers surrounding them, people paying extra attention to them rather than others.  Aphamos took his datapad out, trying to do something so that he would appear occupied; in reality, he was searching the hanger with the corner of his eye.

He looked up as another ship landed, this one not as old and shabby as the transports entering.  It was a platinum, luxury yacht, the ship slowly entering the hanger and hovering until it quietly landed on the cold, metal floor.  The walkway unfolded from the ship, the mechanical door sliding open.  Who might this be?  Three large, muscular men walked out of the ship, standing at the front of the walkway as it they were guarding something.  A man exited the ship next, dressed in extremely expensive clothing, the guards surrounding him as the ship made its way out of the hanger.  Wonder what he does for a living...  "We've got a fancy-pants guys.  What do you think he is up to?"
 
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Raiders

War is cruelty. There's no use trying to reform it, the crueler it is the sooner it will be over.
--William Tecumseh Sherman--

Matherion couldn't believe it. I'm a trooper now. He thought as the ship landed Euceron. He had been riding with the leader of training, Major General Cosmic, but hadn't been told much. He only knew that the Galactic Games were on Euceron, and his new squad was there too.

He had been told earlier, fresh out of the Academy, he was going into active duty. He had quickly grabbed his armor, but the Officer replied he would not need it and to wear street attire. So he threw on the first clothes he found and threw in his Hold-Out pistol into his pocket. He thought he would need it. I really need to get into the ICS. He thought as he boarded the craft that he would be taking to Euceron. He found a quiet spot and began to nap.

Now, here he was, on Euceron, following a high ranking officer, and moving towards his career of active duty for the Empire. They were walking until Math noticed someone was following them. Then two people were following them. He was about to tell one of the bodyguards when they came over and tried to talk to Cosmic.

Cosmic's bodyguards immediately tried to block one of the men from making communications of any kind with Cosmic. After Cosmic realized that it was a trooper, he informed the guards to let him be. The guards resumed their spread-out formation around Cosmic to allow the man named Kario to have a conversation with the Commander of Training.

"So what are you doing all the way out here?" Kairo asked. "If you don't mind my asking."

"I guess that's a fair question. I'm here for two reasons. The main reason is that I'm here to compete in the games. I'm registered for the Krovatin Event. These guards here are actually supplied by the Games Committee. After what happened last time on Euceron, they want to ensure that no harm comes to their contestants I guess. I wonder what was so bad that they're this paranoid though..."

"Looks like we'll be seeing each other then. I'm going to be joining you in Krovatin. For my sake, I hope we're on the same team."

Cosmic laughed. "Yeah, it would be a shame if I had to kill you. That'd put a damper on our professional relationship for sure."

Kairo's jaw dropped slightly. Shock came over him. He couldn't believe that the Commander in Training would kill one of his own for the sake of a petty prize. "You'd really....kill me?" he asked hesitantly.

"Not really. Couldn't resist the joke. Oh yes, the second reason I'm here. I have a new trooper for you. Meet Private Matherion."

He stepped forward waiting for new instructions. He thought that even thought Kairo was wearing street clothes, he still looked like a trooper of the Empire.

"Pleased to meet you trooper." Kairo said as he shook hands with Matherion. "If you will head over to see that man over there." Kairo was reffering to a man standing over to the side. "He'll get you informed on what to do."

"Pleasure meeting you sir. And I will." Matherion said as he ran over with excitement.
 
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TRP/PFC Matherion/1SQD/2PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA

Merrick trudged along kicking at anything laying around on the ground. Jak was humming to himself.

"Bars aren't so fun anymore." Jak looked up at Merrick as she spoke.

"Oh yeah, why's that?" They'd reached the door of the Cantina now, and Jak held it open for Merrick as she walked through.

"Well, I'm sure you heard about Jester's.... misbehaving.. when Kip lead it and Dragoon was still around?"

Jak nodded and smiled slightly. "Yeah, just a little. I think everyone knows those stories."

Merrick chuckled. "Yeah well, I've only been to a bar a couple times since. Alone just doesn't cut it after that hilarity."

They took a seat in the corner and started scouting for likely looking people. Generally bookies were easiest to get info out of, so long as you had some money to back up your questions. There was at least one in just about every bar anywhere near a potentially profitable event. Merrick didn't think it would take very long to find someone to pry some information out of. Doing it without suspicion would be another thing. Maybe she'd leave that to Jak.
 
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NightStalkers
XO/CPT Merrick/VEA/TADATH/VE [CotE][SoA][CoH]
SL/CPT Merrick/3SQD/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/VE
Verastinian Republic - Minister of Subversion
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To thy protection fear and sorrow flee, and those that weary are of light find rest in thee.
If you love something, set it free. If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it.

Garet quietly slipped out of his, careful not to wake anyone else up. Restless nights had haunted him for weeks now, especially now with the anticipation of the Games. The common area looked comfortable right about now, and Garet took a chair in the darkness. As his eyes adjusted, the room became faintly blue in the dim moonlight from the windows above. Quietly, another one of the hall way doors opened. Out stepped Kairo, thinking he was alone.

As Kairo neared, Garet got up. Kairo passed right next to him, either ignoring Garet or not seeing him. Garet reached out and tapped him on the shoulder, but received a punch to the ribs for it. "Don't move!" Kairo ordered his "attacker".

"Kai..." Garet coughed, "it's Garet..."

"Oh," Kai said, loosening up. "How ya been?"

"Fine, 'til now. What are you doing?"

"I was just heading out... to, eh, 'nurse my wounds'."

"Goin' to the cantina, huh?"

"Yeah, see ya later." Kairo seemed like he was dodging bullets. He definitely was trying to be sneaky about it. Garet just watched as he slipped out of the dorm area. Waiving it off, he sat back down in silence.

Another hour passed before Garet got bored. No one had come in or out of the room. Not even his comlink was active. With a sigh, he got up and walked out. The halls were dimly lit, and looked ghostly with the odd statue here and there. Up ahead, a red light was growing stronger and stronger. Damn, the security droids! Quickly, he slid himself behind one of the ghostly statues. The droid passed, and Garet slipped himself back out. He straightened his jacket, and continued walking.

Soon, Garet found himself lost. He thought there was only one main hallway leading to the central entrance area, but he was wrong. He apparently took on of the many "sub-hallways" that led through the palace. At that moment, he found himself in a glass hallway that overlooked one of the hundreds of gardens. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something move. He made himself low, and watched to see if anything was down there. Seconds later, two figures emerged from the bushes. Garet pressed his ear to the glass but didn't manage to hear anything. He watched their lips, trying to make anything out of it.

Garet saw it coming. One of them stalled their walk, allowing the other to be ahead. As soon as the other realized, it was too late. A flash of red illuminated the garden, and one of them fell to the ground. Garet had to do something. He grabbed his Annihlator from his jacket, shot twice at the glass wall, and charged through. He landed the ten foot drop with a roll and threw himself out of it into a run. He slid to the body lying on the ground. He was wearing clothes of nobility that were stained by blood in the chest. Garet checked to see if the noble was alive, but it was too late. Alarmed, Garet looked around the gardens. The air was still, and clouds covered the moon. Darkness was all around him. Leaving the body, he ran to the nearest door and all the way back to the dorms.

So it's begun, Garet thought, These next days will be dangerous. I gotta warn everyone.
 
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Jester Squad
+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +

SL/GSGT Garet Daimun/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA [ES2C]

"I don't need a plan. Plans are for scientists, and builders. I've got moxie... and guns."
-Jennifer Mui, Mercenaries

Aphamos shot up from his bed, the sound of glass breaking shaking his entire body, waking up from the only break he had had, or had tried to have, in a few weeks.  "GOD DAMMIT"  ONE GOD DAMN BLOODY NIGHT!  COME ON NOW!  I SURE AS HELL HOPE THAT SOMEONE IS DYING, CAUSE IF THEY AREN'T, I'LL SURE AS HELL ARRANGE IT."  He closed his eyes for a moment, opening them to see the condition of his roommate, LK, who was sitting there on a chair, his head turned at Aphamos, looking stunned.  "WHAT?  I HAVEN'T GOTTEN A NIGHTS REST IN AGES."  LK kept staring at him, Aphamos flashing him a fake smile, getting out of the bed at the same time, putting some clothes on and arming himself.  There was a feeling inside of him, the feeling that something was going to happen, something big.  LK sat there silently, in some sort of trance, as if he was a machine of sorts.  Aphamos moved towards him as he stood up.  "And what have you been up to?" he asked his partner, who was grabbing his supplies.

"Nothing." he answered cautiously.  "Just thinking about a few things."  Aphamos slowly nodded, trying to guess what was going on in the mind of his friend.  Probably thinking about his brother or something.  Wonder where that guy is...  The two made there way towards the door, exiting the room and entering the hallway.  Aphamos looked around, examining the hallway around him.  He looked to the end of the hall and could see a man turning the corner, some sort of weapon in his hand.  From what Aphamos could here and see, the man was panting heavily, his body in a crouch position as if he had just gotten out of a race.  "So what do you think happened?" asked LK who hadn't seen the man that had moments ago turned to corner into the next hallway of suites.  Aphamos stopped for a moment, concentrating hard on the bits of the man's face that he had only briefly seen, knowing that there was some connection between the man and someone that he had seen just recently, but couldn't quite remember.  He started walking down the hallway, increasing his speed gradually as the adrenaline entered his body; the feeling of the hunt coming to him and spreading through his veins.  He was all instinct now; he could see all and feel all that was around him.  He closed his eyes again, only for a moment though, hearing himself breath and his heart beat. 

They turned the corner, the man in front of them turning his respective corner as well.  Aphamos came to a sudden halt, bending his legs a bit and sticking close to the wall on his right.  Slow now.  You don't want him to pounce before you.  They were about to turn the corner, Aphamos smelling his prey; the target so close that he could even taste victory.  He finally turned the corner where his vision met the silencer of a blaster pistol pointed straight at his nose.  He slowly raised his hands, backing away as much as he could from the weapon that could. at any moment, take his life.  He moved his eyes towards the man with the gun; the man was very large, a small earring on his left ear, and a dirty smirk on his face.  Aphamos tried to breath and remain calm as he looked back behind the man, seeing LK's brother behind him, smiling as well.  At least they are happy people.  Aphamos looked to the side, seeing LK in the same condition as that of Aphamos.  The man from the back slowly approached them, the guards moving to the side a bit, but still aiming at them. 

"I see you have met my friends.  There is no any time for introductions," he said, "so-"  He paused for a moment, staring straight at Aphamos, turning his head and squinting.  "I've seen you before.  You were with the guy who killed Kalark."  He looked at the ground, then turned around to check to see if anyone was behind him.  "You are lucky that you took him.  If you didn't many would have died.  Many will die regardless, but you saved yourself a lot of trouble, didn't you?"  He resumed smiling, approaching LK until they were face to face.  "Hello...brother.  It has been a while hasn't it?"  He touched the side of his face, his fingers tracing a gap on the right side of his head.  He put his hand down again, spitting at LK's feet.  LK kept staring forward, as if he didn't sense a thing.  "Tie them up and blindfold them.  Take them back to our room and make sure that no one comes for them."  The guards nodded, approaching the stormtroopers.  They guard in front of Aphamos came close to him, jolting his knee into Aphamos's stomach, Aphamos bending down, the shot taking the breath out of him, almost breaking one of his ribs as well.  The guards blindfolded them, pushing them forward into the unknown.  How the hell are we going to get out of this one?  There was one thing Aphamos hated most, his Achilles heel being blindness.  He was lost if he couldn't see, and now, he was being dragged to the belly of the beast.
 
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Raiders

War is cruelty. There's no use trying to reform it, the crueler it is the sooner it will be over.
--William Tecumseh Sherman--

**Before We Split Up**

Christina looked at the group. Jakireth and Merrick she knew, but the others she didn`t. She felt slightly stupid for it, but up until now she had thought there were few women in the army. Not that two more made her feel like they had their own half, but it did make her feel better.

One of the two she had been assigned with didn`t look like she was enjoying herself much. Whether it was from the heat or being seperated from friends in her squad she couldn`t tell, but it was a look of frusteration none the less.

"Jenny, Tina, you guys get some speeders and scout the outskirts of the city for any kind of tracks that can be used for racing. There'll be no way for anyone to host it in the city. Trix go to the town squares and see if you can pick up anything there  and try and find out about it, when done join back up with Tina. Jak and I will meanwhile go scout the underground. These 'podracing' could perhaps be a local scheme for quick money. Now get to it." ordered Merrick stiffly.

"And how do we aquire said speeders?" Christina asked slowly, expect an answer such as 'rent one' or something. She was surprised when she was told 'by any means possible, just don`t get caught' by Merrick with a wink.

As the split up, Jenny and Christina headed off in a random direction.

"Alright, look for a speeder thats got an open top or a window down. That, or a cheap rental place." Christina said, pointing at random speeders, occasionaly stopping to peer into a window of a speeder or admire paint or chrome trim.

"How about that one?" Jenny asked, pointing towards a flashy convertable that could be picked out of a crowd from half a kilometer.

"Mmmm...." Christina replied, poking her head down an ally. "I think I found a less noticable one." She continued, pointing down the ally at a rusted out pair of speeder bikes. "You know how to ride?"

"A bit..." Jenny replied as they started down the ally towards the bikes. They each took a seat on a bike and Tina had to stop for a moment to adjust her long skirt. She rarly wore them, but if she had to look like a tourist, she figured she might as well wear something that protects from heat.

"God I hate these..." She said, tugging at the loose fabric. Once she got everything set right she swung her head down to look at the engine. It wouldn`t be very hard to by-pass, if only she could find something metal.

"Then why did you wear it?" Jenny replied, now looking at the engine on her own speederbike.

"No clue..." Tina replied as she reached down and picked up a butter knife that had fallen out of a dumpster that was near the bikes. Just as she was about to start the engine a large hand planted itself on her shoulder.

"And just..Just wha duh tha two of ya think yer doin?" Came a heavy voice from behind her, and the strong stench of alcohol became worse and worse with each word spoken.

"Just looking...." Jenny replied shyly, looking up at the large man. He was at least 6'6" and probably weighed 250 pounds or more, and most of it was muscle.

"Ah..Me too." He said stupidly, a grin crossing his face. Both girls looked at eachother and grimaced, then the man continued on. "I`ll give ya both of these here bikes for..." He said, pausing to hiccup. "For..A nice good look at you." He continued, now grinning like and idiot, obviously implying something dirty.

"Uh....." Came the unitious reply from the girls. "How about not..." Jenny replied, grabbing hold of the man`s arm and moving it off of her shoulder.

"Yeah, we`ll just go." Christina said, dismounting the bike and takign a few steps away before stopping and looking back at the man. He was leaning against the wall sobbing.

"No one ever wants to stay and talk with me." He sobbed quietly. "People wonder why I drink so much..." He continued, reaching downand picking up an almost empty bottle of some drink Christina could not identify.

"Well, maybe if you didn`t approach women like that, more of them would think you are more then just a slobbering pig." Christina said as she approached the man and knocked the bottle out of his hand, then gave him a firm slap in the face.

"That and a breathe mint or two..." Jenny chimed in, walking around and taking a seat on the speeder bike again.

"I never really though about that..." The man said after he stopped sobbing. "Ever since my first girlfriend broke up with me I`ve been drinking and just hoping that other girls would be as blind, deaf, and nosless as her." He said, a smallgrin spreading across his face at his joke. Christina laughed but quickly appologised, and Jenny surpressed her giggle.

"You know what you two? You`re alright. You can take those speeder bikes, I don`t use them anymore. Here are the keys." He said, digging in his pocket and tossing a set of keys to Christina, then one to Jenny. "Have fun at the games!" He called as he dissapeared back through a door he had came through, presumably into a bar.

"That wasn`t that bad..."Jenny said, starting up her bike.

"You wern`t the one who touched his face." Christina replied, wiping he hand on Jenny`s sleeve before starting her own bike. She gave it a little rev and nodded to Jenny before the two took off and started scouting.

*** After a little while ***

Jenny pointed to something off in the distance. "Is that a grandstand, way out here? And those look like podracers if you ask me." She said as she covered her eyes with her hand and squinted throught the harsh sunlight, Christina doing the same.

"I think that it might be. Lets go have us a look." Christina said, kicking her bike into gear and gunning it, shooting off towards the grandstand. As they got closer, she noticed a small crowd had arrived, but nothing really aside from pod techs and drivers. As they puttered closer to the entrance, a man called to them.

"Hey ladys! Are either of you interested in entering our speeder bike races, female division?" He asked politly, holding out a registration clipboard. "There are prizes."

"What kind of prizes?" Christina asked quickly, reaching out for the pen the man offered her, but Jenny grabbed her arm.

"We`re supposed to be looking for...someone, remember?" She said, pushing Tina`s arm back towards her.

"Ah, we can have a little fun. I`m pretty sure that some of the others are goofing off." Christina replied and then reached back out to sign her name.

"The prizes are cash, and every entrant receives two pit passes for after the podraces in a few days." The man explained as Tina wrote her name neatly and then printed a '97' next to where the form requested her number.

"You mean, the podraces arn`t today?" Jenny asked the man, and Christina gave a questioning look as well. As far as they knew, the podrace was today.

"Well, there are going to be a bunch of preliminary heats and subraces going on over the next few days, and todays speeder bike race is just somehting to keep folks entertained until we start the podraces." The man explained, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a portable holoprojector. He flicked it on and a map poped up, showing the events over the next few days.

"Some of the podracers will be coming out for practice runs today, but for the most part its just going to be speeder and bike races today."

"Oh, Ok. I`m in, how about you Jenny." She asked after handing the man back his pen and giving him a grin.

"Nope." Jenny replied, crossing her arms across her chest. "I`ll watch and see what all I can find out."

"Fine." Christina replied, then turned to look back at the man. "When do we start?"

"In about 15 minutes. You can head in through there." He said, pointing to an opening under the grandstand, which lead to a bike pit area.

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NightStalkers
TRP/LCP Christina Deneke/3SQD/2PLT/1CMP/1RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA

Evis walked up and down his room. It wasn't a luxury suite, but definitely better then the normal accommodations for stormtroopers. But that didn't change anything. He felt trapped. And the worst thing was that it was his own fault that he wasn't on duty now.

After the briefing Rizz had come to see him. Their talk had been short but Rizzit had made his opinion very clear. The words: "I can't use troopers like you who crack and turn into violent killers on the streets of Eusebus." still echoed in his head.

DAMN!, he had blown it. Sure Rizzit meant to help him, but still. Somehow he should get out of this palace, being trapped wouldn't help him at all. After changing into a wide navy robe and grabbing another Knife from his duffel bag as well as his trusted pistol he left his room.

He had wandered around the palace for quite some time, hiding from everyone that could've been a trooper. As he finally reached the exit  a smile spread on his face and he sighed with relief. Having no special goal, he simply started walking around, hoping to get to some interesting spot now or later.

As he shoved himself through the crowd of the main boulevard, it was like he had seen the back of the head of someone he knew. Doubling his efforts and his ruthlessnes D'kaleth mad his way to that Person, following her into an alley. He was quite surprised to see that it was Trix. Smiling he laid his hand on her shoulder.

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Raiders

Iron Horse Squad forever in my heart!

Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward.
Whoever cannot take care of himself without that law is both.
For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, "If I live I will kill you, if I die you are forgiven".
Such is the Rule of Honor.

As LK-486 marched resolutely forward, he felt no fear. A normal person would be shocked to still see his family alive, and possibly the guilt said person had been living with would be assuaged. Fortunately, LK-486 was a trooper. He had let go of the guilt over his brother's "death" twice now. In his teenage years on Naboo he had pummeled Ezjarl's face with an iron pole. In his early twenties, the two had clashed once again on Tatooine, causing Ezjarl to suffer a seemingly mortal blaster wound. But here Ezjarl was now, once again in the life of LK-486. 486 had no qualms for this. Ezjarl was simply another person standing in the way of the Empire.

As they were lead in blindness, LK-486 could hear the hissing of insults Ezjarl was pouring into his ear.

"&and whatever are you dressed in, Ezzy-boy?" Ezjarl taunted. "Yellow and blue went out of style years ago&"

And suddenly, the group stopped. Still blindfolded, LK-486 felt himself being pushed into an opening, and a rough cloth gag stuffed into his mouth. In addition, he heard an "oof!" as Aphamos crumpled onto whatever floor they were standing on. LK-486 assumed that Aphamos would be gagged as well, but had no way of knowing.

"That actually is sort of suspicious, little brother," Ezjarl spat. "I've never known you to wear anything but that ridiculous jumpsuit. I trust retirement is suiting you well?" Ezjarl turned to his lackeys. "Guard them. If they try to escape&kill them. I will regret not having the pleasure myself."

"Duh, what are you doin' boss?" demanded one of the henchmen.

"This business is strictly personal. Regardless of Ezrain here, the deal must happen." Ezjarl grinned widely, his jagged teeth glistening with spittle. "Make me happy, men." And with that, Ezjarl was gone to carry out whatever nefarious scheme he had planned.

LK-486 sat in his private world, pondering. His reasoning and past experiences with Ezjarl caused him to deduce that he was here independently- in other words, Ezjarl was simply here to disrupt the games and kill innocents without backing. Ezjarl preferred to work alone. If he had a benefactor, he would probably be just as willing to kill that person just as easily as he would kill LK-486. Ezjarl was sadistic and violent enough that this was a logical reasoning.

But Ezjarl knew no logic. Logic didn't apply to how he killed, whether with blaster, vibroblade, or his bare hands. His only love was battle, and his bloodlust was great enough to warrant the death of&who?

But Ezrain thought harder. Maybe Ezjarl wasn't working alone. It could be that a benefactor desired a person or a party killed, and simply didn't care who got in the way. Ezjarl was insane, and nobody would be able to trace an employer&

LK-486 was trapped in his own logical mind. He saw two solutions, and opted for the former one. He contented himself by putting these thoughts on the shelf. Ezjarl was a problem, nothing more. As a soldier, his only duty was to kill the man; let other branches of the military investigate the crime.

LK-486 began to formulate a plan of escape&


 
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Our Number Is Legion, Our Name Is Death!

There are eight lasers in the universe, and sometimes i control them all.

LK-486/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/BAT/1RGT/TADATH/VEA/VE

Typex3 appeared to be okay after resting for a few minutes lying down on the city floor. While Typex3 was patrolling for any suspicious activity, Freedom and Knightwind where inside the galactic games battlefield patrolling the stands. 

"Report status Knightwind" Typex3 said while looking around for any malicious activity.

"The activity of the place seems to be calm, with few people suspiciously walking around without any destination patterns"

"Keep a close eye on the suspects; they might be on to something that will not benefit anyone".

"Okay, I'll make sure they don't do anything without blowing our cover&10-4"

"10-4, End transmition"

Typex3 then called up Daminga from the hideout, "Hey wake up, I need backup patrolling this area that seems quite suspicious," Typex3 said with fears in his eyes looking around the place.

"AHhh...Yeah I'll be right there, where's your location"

"I am exactly located southwest from the hideout, Go strait down until you see a garden, and pass a few hallways on the city. Just about when it is getting foggy, there I am"

"Okay I'll be right there, hang on, okay"

"See you then" Typex3 said while turning his head looking strait at a mysterious person seeming to be walking lonely.

The mysterious unidentified man knew that he blew his cover so he walked away from Typex3. Without taking any chances, Typex3 soon followed, keeping a far away distance as possible so the man could not feel threatened at any time. As Typex3 kept an eye on the man, Daminga popped out of Knowhere.

"What you doing Typex?" Daminga said.

"Shush, I'm hunting down this unidentified man seeming to be lurking around"

"Oh, I think its better you handle this, while I go and help out Freedom and Knightwind.

"Okay, you do that"

The mysterious man soon stopped, while another person appeared in a galactic space car. Typex3 hid behind a wall in the corner where he could see everything that was going on. The unidentified man that Typex3 followed was from a Norulac race. In fact both men where from the Norulac race.

"Strange, I haven't seen this race since the battle of Taanab" Typex3 said while listening to there conversation.
As Typex3 focused his hearing, he somehow understood the prestige language known as high galactic.

Typex3 could not overhear the conversation as they where talking about a secret plan they where working on. It seems they where hired by Bandit gangs to interfere in the Galactic games. As Typex3 got got accidentally closer to the dangerous men, and the men noticed an arm and soon noticed that they were being spied by Typex3.

Typex3 soon a got pair of throwing knifes and quickly launched then at 60 miles per hour into both creatures heads. Soon with the creatures in consciousness, Typex3 got all there belongings, and plans and soon caring then in his speeder bike back to Hideout where they will face punishment and further questioning.

Typex3 arrived into his group hideout where BV and swift where sleeping at. Typex3 then got both Crooks and sat them in the back where all activity was protected from any intruders.

Typex3 called colonel Rizzit, "Rizzit, I have found some threats to the galactic games. Both suspects remain in control. I fortunally hijacked there plans for further danger to The Galactic games. If you want the plans, I will send Swift to give them personally to you so you could see the danger ahead for tomorrow. I will in the mean time be questioning the suspects from other things that I don't Know about them and there flawless plans"

"Okay Typex, send them to me as soon as you can. Over"

Typex3 then sonly woke up swift from his eternal slumber and told him to head the Plans to Colonel Rizzit at the location given to him at the end of the alley way where Sam and the others where located.

"Okay Typex, I'll be there as soon as I can, with the plans safely in my possession," Swift said while equipping the trooper uniform and auxiliary items.

As Swift headed out from the hideout into the dark foggy city street, Typex3 walked over the two suspects.

"Now, I want the truth. If say anything offensive or unreliable, your lives will be endangered. So make sure you tell me what you know and do not know. I'm I making myself clear?" Typex3 said while staring at both of the suspects eyes with purity.

As the high galactic conversation began between both crooks and Typex3 continued, BV was still in his Deep Sleep being the only one not out on the midnight shift.

 
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DarkDragoons
TRP/PCF Typex3/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/VE

"You must unlearn what you have learned. Once you start down the dark path,
Forever will it dominate your destiny, Consume you it will"

Rizzit was thankful that his shift was over. Well, at least until Typex had contacted him (again). Rizzit was hoping to go back to his suite and sleep for what little time was available to him. As punishment for his hopes, Rizzit got to wait around for Swift to bring along the plans that Swift was delivering. It was still a mystery to Rizzit how Typex and crew managed to apprehend a group of suspects, let alone a bunch of people planning sabotage. Rizzit pulled out his comlink and contacted Giovanni. Rizzit wanted an update on the tracking of the black commandos. Gio wasn't answering his comlink whatsoever, and Rizzit grew even more impatient. It was already much later than he planned on being awake as it was, but having to actually be doing something: that was a bit more than he wanted to handle at the present moment. As if it were possible to read minds, Giovanni contacted Rizzit right as he was about to lose it.

"Sorry Rizz... had a bit of a situation here."

Giovanni had been busy setting up the radar to home in on the tracers that Ryan, Sam, and Rizzit placed on the commandos and their jetpacks not too much earlier. When the comlink beeped, Giovanni had his hands full with adjusting the transmitter, and trying to set up a make-shift word area made completely of empty crates. Giovanni was currently sitting on one crate, and had the tracking device sitting on another.

"Save the apology Gio. You never need them with me. What's going on?"

"Well, I've been tracking those commandos that you guys ran into. The jetpacks have seperated from their owners. Weird huh?"

"Not really. Our friends could have put the jetpacks down and taken off towards a cantina or somethingya."

"In any situation, you would be right. But I have two groups of tracking signals from the tracers you guys placed on them. The red group which I believe to be the jetpacks is heading in one direction. This other blue group, which I think are the commandos: they're going in a completely opposite direction."

Rizzit sat down on his bed. It usually wasn't like him to forsake a possible lead, but the people they were following were flat-out clowns. Rizzit had other things to worry about at the minute: Swift had just entered Rizzit's suite holding a datapad.

"Gio, keep working on that situation. Meet back here at dawn for the briefing. I might have another situation on my hands. I'll be in touch. Oh this is gonna be a long night..."

Swift approached Rizzit, who just stood up.  The trooper saluted Rizzit, who returned the salute.

"Greetings Colonel. I'm sorry to bother you."

"Its quite allright Private. I know why you're here. Good work." Rizzit said as he patted the trooper on the back. "By any chance did these people have jetpacks or anything?"

Swift shook his head slowly. "I'm afraid not sir. They were wearing black commando outfits however."

"Well, I'll look into this Swift. Once again good work."

Swift left the room, and Rizzit decided to lay down on his bed. He may have had to look over that datapad, but it was also late at night. If he was going to do this, he might as well do it comfortably. One thing that was on Rizzit's mind though, was how could there be two sets of commandos? This question was raised in his mind especially because he knew Typex's group had one set under their guard. Another set were a bunch of clowns...or so he thought. This was going to be one mission Rizzit knew he would not soon forget...

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Colonel Rizzit BlackHeart
Wildcard Platoon Commander
Phoenix Company Commander
Army of the Vast Empire
CC/PC/COL
Rizzit/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[OPE][OTH][EW1][RCoD][CRoM][CoH][OPA][SoA][SoS][SCP]
Everything expressed truly from your heart and soul is as pure as gold in the minds of anyone who listens!"--Rizzit

  Typex3 continued to hijack more information from the black commandos he kidnapped. After hours of investigation, the shift for Typex3 was over, but as eager to help Colonel Rizzit, Typex3 continued to question the black commandos. Unfortunately, the commandos stayed professional and told nothing to Private first class Typex3.

Typex3 without further or due, Whipped both of the Commandos with a neuronic whip. "Now tell me who's behind all this&.Who's your leader. Tell me or else, there will not be any life coming from your dentastik bodies". Typex3 said while glazing with fire in his eyes.

The two Commandos quickly holded the horrible pain inflicted by the whip, however after several direct inflictions, one of them spoke out in basic language; "Enough with this insolence, I will not speak over both of our dead bodies. Kill me you will, as for I will not forsake the danger that is coming your way"

Typex3 soon called Colonel Rizzit for further help; "Rizzit, We have a problem with the black commandos. They are hiding there Successor. In addition, there not giving away a single detail of information about anything. I think they are planning sabotage. Should I kill them?, They are getting on my nerves already"

"No Typex, Don't. We might need them for something else. Continue further questioning. I need to think, I will contact you when I find enough information about this types of commandos".

"Okay Colonel, 10-4"

Typex3 continued questioning when all of the sudden He heard " Okay, Will tell you in one condition&.Let us go free and never find us again" From the other commando.

"Typex3 with an Evil grin said at a calm voice; "Well, Well. What took you so long?, Now tell me the plans and I'll set you free"

Typex3 quickly untied them, watching them close by for any escape plans they had in mind. One of the Black commandos got up with Steel chains on his legs, and started to talk; "Very well then, here. A group of corrupted alliances has hired us. They will reward any insolent fools like us to please there pleasure of Destruction. They are four Types of commandos hired, both in pairs of 2's.

There are the black commandos, Red Commandos, and Blue commandos. Each of them have a special task on the galactic games, they are also located in different regions of the city.  We the Black commandos have been instructed to place 5 Nuclear Bombs in each of the Galactic games battlefields.

The other commandos are encharge of making sure they have the most possible attention so that we can make our move into location the Bombs in the right place. That's about everything that we Know, Now let us free"

Typex3 walked around in a circular pattern, He then though to himself; "Hum, it seems that this commandos are telling the truth".

As Typex3 got ready to call Colonel Rizzit one of the commandos raised up and said; "What about our freedom, let us go!"

Typex3 looked at the commandos direction and started laughing; "You Idiots actually though that I will set you free, your more retarded than I though. You two better shut your mouths before I blast you back from where you came from. Sit here I will be back, do not try to escape; I have installed cameras for surveillance".

Typex3 soon began to walk headed for a safe location where he cannot be heard, all of the sudden got a call from Freedom; "Typex, me and Knightwind have encountered two unidentified races lurking around"

"Report there description" typex3 said anxiously.

"They seem to be wearing Dark red suits, and shaded glasses"

"Hum&As them for further questioning, they might be what Rizzit and I been looking for"

Typex3 Hanged up his comlink, while getting his equipment earned at the CT Training back at the SPEC academy. "I need interrupt there communication", Typex3 said referring to the Commandos.

Typex3 quickly but calmly grabbed his basic Communication technician equipment, with other advance equipment such as; 

ALS: Active Long-range Sensors, DER: Dedicated Energy Receptors, EPR: Electro-Photo Receptors, FST: Full Spectrum Transceiver, PLS: Passive Long-range Sensor, STS: Short-range Target-acquiring Sensor, SJP: Sensor Jamming Projector.

Typex3 Quickly installed all his equipment back at camp, as the shift ended for him. His determination along with 7 cups of coffee did not let him sleep through the night. Typex3 undertook several minutes to get everything in place for him to work on searching and writing blueprints of the city of Euceron near the galactic games battlefields.

The determined young Typex3 first began to program several blueprints and Field maps of Euceron, He then Zoomed in at the city where the games where being hosted, his Military Data pad gave a therall explanation of the place. It took merely Hours for typex3 to fully understand the maps properties and Keys. Typex3 then drew a more complex blueprint inside the arena, with detailed information including the nuclear bomb placement and the previous location of the Commandos.

Typex3 configured the STS, and soon began to acquire the exact target of the blue unknown commandos. The STS Displayed a diagram and complex reading of there location and there route destination for that matter. Knowing where the Blue Commandos where headed and located, Typex3 quickly grabbed the DER to fully capture the spectrum image of both suspects, to hand them over to colonel Rizzit and Private First class Freedom Ordo.

After Typex3 had the field advantage with his blueprints and had located the blue commandos route destination, He was ready to undertake the SJP sensor Jamming projector. This devise enabled him to fully jam any communicative projector active in several miles away.

After a few wires to configurate in able to work the SJP, He finally jammed the blue Commandos Projector. That means that they had no communication from either there leader, nor there fellow teammates, the black and Red Commandos.

Now Typex3 moved to Phase 2 of his plans, He soon called Colonel Rizzit; "Colonel, I will now send you my current blueprints/Letter of Information in able to trap the blue commandos right in there tracks. I will try to send swift again since he has done a good job delivering the plans"

"Okay Typex, Send me the blueprints and information you have found about the Blue Commandos."

"I will send Swift right away, in the mean time I have bigger problems to face. I need to know where are the red commandos your guys saw with the jetpacks, the clown if I'm not mistaking. 10-4"

Typex3 contacted Swift; "Hey Swift, we have tight situation here, if you could please send this letter/Blueprints to Colonel Rizzit. Please, do not loose this information; the stake of the mission is in your hands Trooper.

After 3 hours after Typex3's shift, Swift returned and took of with the plans and blueprints safely in his hands.

Typex3 was although beginning to fall asleep after more than 10 hours of staying awake, way passed his shift. His determination began to wear off, while his eyes soon began to close, and his head rested along his datapad.

[OCC; Blueprint comming up soon]

-------Blue Commandos Information Letter-------
Current Time/Location: Euceron EST Galactic/ Stadium 31-D Sector 5-31
Route Destination: Blue Commandos Moving Eastwards to Docking Bay 2174 in our Luxury Sector.
Appearance: Dark red suits, shaded Glasses.
Weapons/Items: 1 Nuclear bomb activator, E-11 Blaster pistol.
Race: Anzati

[OCC; Blueprint comming up soon]

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DarkDragoons
TRP/PCF Typex3/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/VE

-=[DEATH UNSEEN]=-

Primary/Training MOS: 31 T Communication Technician

"The spread of evil is the symptom of a vacuum. Whenever evil wins, it is only by default: by the moral failure of those who evade the fact that there can be no compromise on basic principles."- Capitalism: The Unknown Ideal, 1966

Darr and his group were sitting in the small transporter that would bring them to the market area, everyone was going through his Equipment again except for Eviscares who just sat at one of the tinted windows and stared outside. What had happened yesterday was still cluttering up his mind.

They, he and Trix, had followed the two podracers to the cantina to keep an eye on them. As they had said to be relatives the two had cuddled a lot and Eviscares was strangely comfortable with it. Nothing else had happened, the two podracers had proven to be nice guys after the second or third shot of whiskey, and agreed to get a pod for Trix. After that the two troopers had left the cantina and walked 'home' to the palace, Eviscares having his arm around Trix wrist who was leaning against his shoulder.

"Earth to Evis, whats up man? You look like you were lost...". Darrs voice got him back into reality. They had arrived at there destination and everybody was leaving the transport. The market area was sprawling with life now even more than yesterday, a miracle of sensory stimuli. The troopers around Darr moved to a little alley for some privacy, where they went through their orders one last time. This time they wouldn't break up into smaller groups as one of their main objectives was LK's brother. One last time everyone checked the placement of his more or less concealed weaponry, and Evis saw how Darr had a wicked smile on the face. Obviously he was eager for some action.
"Ok party, let's go.", he said and they were on the market area mainstreet again.
 
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Raiders

Iron Horse Squad forever in my heart!

Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward.
Whoever cannot take care of himself without that law is both.
For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, "If I live I will kill you, if I die you are forgiven".
Such is the Rule of Honor.

Rizzit led the group upto Stadium One. The neon signs pointing the way to the stadium were very helpful in finding the place. Of course, with all the people that were on the planet: no amount of signs would make ones trip to the stadium any shorter. The only real purpose of the signs was to help direct the "traffic" through the steets; to that extent, it served its purpose perfectly. At first sight, the stadium looked as large as (if not larger than) the palace. Outside the gates were two Euceron Security Gaurds. The gates were very large so that they could accomodate any creature that walked through, regaurdless of size. When Rizzit approached with the group, they were stopped in their tracks.

"I'm sorry sir, but the opening rituals won't start until sundown. We won't be opening the gates until a few hours before that."

Rizzit leaned in close to the gaurd and began to wisper. "I'm Colonel Rizzit of the Vast Empire. Your government or Ruling Power has asked us here as an undercover security measure. We want to look over the arena for signs of foul play. Do ya think you can let us in?"

The gaurd scoffed. "Do you think I was born yesterday bub? Nice try. Now get out of here before I lose my temper!"

Rizzit reached into his robes and pulled out a rolled up document with the Euceron crest on it. "I thought it might be a problem with you guys due to our being undercover. I asked Concetta Sarano to draw up this document for me."

The gaurd was shocked to see the crest on the document, but had to inspect the letter to see what it contained. Even if these strangers are who they say they are, there is no possible way that they should have these papers. "Let's see what we got here." The gaurd unfurled the letter and began to read it to himself.

These individuals have graciously agreed to come help keep Euceron a peaceful and secure place while the Galactic Games are in progress. I'm assuming the fact that you've seen this note means that you have denied them access to whatever it is they need. While I can understand your doubts, this is a direct order to let them do their job. They will not take advantage of their position, I trust them: as I trust you to let them through. I reward your efforts for questioning their authority, but I assure you: there will be far worse consequences if you hinder rather than help them.

Concetta A. Sarano
Ruling Power of Euceron

"Forgive me sir." The gaurd apologized. "You may proceed. OPEN THE GATES!"

"I'll need that paper back." Rizzit said as he leaned in close. "And keep our identity a secret. I can't have people finding out we're here."

"Not a problem sir! You're secret is safe with me! Oh, and here's your papers back!" The gaurd said as he handed the document back to Rizzit.

The Stadium Gates swung open to reveal a vast corridor. The stone architecture suggested that this stadium had been around for a lot longer than the group were used to. Then too, the planet was not all that big on technology. They had what they needed to get along, but nowhere near the amount as some of the core worlds such as Courscant would have. Rizzit and the group entered the cooridor, and the gates were swung shut. The cooridor was well lighted, due to the darkness of the cooridor. Rizzit noticed a switch on the wall as he entered. This must open the gates from this side, guess that's how we get out.

Outside the gate, the gaurd that gave Rizzit such a hard time was laughing with another gaurd. Being out of listening range, they began to have a conversation.

"Those Imperial Scumbags are so predictable! Let the boss know they've arrived on Euceron. I knew they'd show up sooner or later. Posing as security gaurds came in handy! Even the stormtroopers couldn't tell us apart!"
 
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Colonel Rizzit BlackHeart
Wildcard Platoon Commander
Phoenix Company Commander
Army of the Vast Empire
CC/PC/COL
Rizzit/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[OPE][OTH][EW1][RCoD][CRoM][CoH][OPA][SoA][SoS][SCP]
Everything expressed truly from your heart and soul is as pure as gold in the minds of anyone who listens!"--Rizzit