PRIOR TO THE RIOT

Leon was holding the knife to Gigi's throat, using his other hand to hold his comlink. The man was scared, sweat pouring down his face.

"I...I...was sent from my boss to keep an eye on the games."

Leon hesitated, not expecting that answer.

"Whose your boss?"

"I can't tell you that, he'll kill me."

"If you don't tell me it will be a slow death."

"I work for Figard."

"What are you doing at the games?"

"Making sure no one makes an interuniversal disaster."

Leon was shocked at the answer thinking Gigi would be the one to make a disaster.

"Than our jobs are pretty much the same."

"Why are you here?"

Leon dug the knife in Gigi's throat drawing blood, but not deep enough to pierce his windpipe.

"I'll be asking the questions, I want to meet Figard."

"He's in the VIP rooms suite 38."

"Your coming with me."

With that Leon put his arm aroung Gigi, holding him close while holding the knife at his gut. They re-entered the arena and made their way to the VIP rooms. When they entered the Turbolift and pressed for suite 38. The gate opened Leon and Gigi walked in the opulent room that had its own bar, there were two men sitting on a couch, a third man was standing up, and a final man was sitting on a comfortable looking chair. One of the men glanced at the newcomers, he did a double take when he saw the knife and pulled out his blaster.

"Who are you?"

Leon smiled.

"Your new best friend, is Figard here?"

The man who was standing stepped forward.

"I'm Figard, what the hell do you want?"

"Speak to you in private."

Leon glanced at the other men each of them with a blaster in their hands.

"I trust these men with my lives, you on the other hand..."

"Well than, Gigi here..."

Gigi spoke up.

"My name isn't Gigi."

"You are what I say you are got it?"

Not waiting for answer Leon continued.

"As I was saying before Gigi! interrupted me, Gigi tells me you don't want anyone interrupting the games, I don't want anyone interrupting the games from a ...corporate standpoint. My friend and I have ran across a couple of commando looking men, you wouldn't know anything about them would you?"

"As a matter of fact I do, but I don't trust you enough, if you do me a favor I will tell you want I know."

"But what if the info you tell me isn't satisfactory?"

"You have no worries about that, it will be."

"Whats this favor?"

"I'am a well known man around these parts, and I have less than a few reputable businesses, one of them sells how should we call them...spices. I want you and your friend to watch over the deal."

Rogueboy stood on the catwalks, making sure no one tried anything on Cosmic and lived, Leon's voice came over the comlink.

"Rogueboy could you help me with something after the games?"

"Is it the killing something?"

"Not entirely, it's more babysitting."

"I hate kids."

"Babysitting a drug deal."

"Put me in coach, I'll meet you at gate four after the games."
 
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He will give them death, and they will love him for it -Gladiator

TRP/PFC_Rogueboy/1SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]

Aphamos felt a vibrating in his pocket as he reached down and touched his pants.  He had never been to a place like this; he had never had the feeling that was brewing deep inside of him.  His concentration was still on the ceremony, athletes from various planets from all across the galaxy were being introduced, one by one making their way across the stadium and into a line.  Some were given tremendous cheers and applause, some were greeted with loud boos, while some were unknown to the public, merely given a round of applause with the occasional scream from a wild fan.  Aphamos felt the vibrating stop, reaching in his pocket to see where it was coming from.  His hand brushed across his comlink, pulling it out to see what the problem was.  With that action, the thought hit him, slapping him across the face.  Oh shit.  The guys.  He snapped to attention finally, his eyes frantically searching the stadium for what looked like some type of disturbance.  He scanned the right side of the stadium, doubling back as he saw a small cluster of people moving away from each other and what seemed to be a few of his comrades.  Damn.  They are going to have my head for this.  He slowly whittled his way down his isle, knocking past all types of organisms, some cursing at him in their languages, some glaring at him.

He finally reached the steps, scouting out a path and running towards the stormtroopers, trying to be as casual as possible.  The crowd had now changed their attention from the riot back to the presentation before them, their cheers even louder now.  Aphamos reached the position of Sandwich Sam, Leon, and CJ, Sam and CJ of them grasping an unconscious man.  Looks like they found a new friend.  "Uh, guys....did I miss something?"  He looked over at Leon, who appeared as if he had just gotten out of a huge fight, his arm grasping the side of his stomach, random bruises filling his face.  Despite this, he still kept his posture, trying to shake off the pain.  Sam didn't look too good either, a bruise on his face as well.  CJ was fine and had obviously not taken much part in the fight.  Aphamos looked down at the man they were carrying.  From Aphamos's perspective, he wasn't too tall, yet he had an abnormally large frame.  His arms were monstrous as well, his muscles disproportionate in relation to the rest of his body.  What the heck is this guy on?  Aphamos braced himself as Sam threw the man at him, the wind being knocked out of his chest as he caught the man.  "Sure.  I'll take him."  Aphamos stifled a faint smile, trying to get rid of the awkward, accusing stare that Sam was giving him.  "So, where exactly do you want me to take sunshine?" Aphamos asked, gripping hard on the body so it wouldn't fall; at the same time, looking as casual as possible.

"To the Palace." replied Sam.  "CJ, you stay here and keep watch.  Make sure that nothing like this happens again."  The trooper nodded and stepped away from the men.  Aphamos looked around at the crowd, wandering eyes now meeting his present position.  Maybe if I could get him to do a dance or something.  He snickered at the thought, making his way through the crowd.  He glanced up at the booth, seeing his squad leader, Darr-Rann, staring down at him.  Aphamos squinted a bit, focusing his vision on the man above him.  He saw Darr-Rann wave at him, Aphamos nodding, knowing that he needed to remain calm and cool, not giving off any type of sign or signal.  He turned his head again, now facing the direction that he needed to go.  A man hesitantly lumbered up to Aphamos, the man pointing his finger at the body that lay in Aphamos's hands.  Aphamos smiled a fake smile, explaining to the man that his "friend" had a little too much to drink.  The man slowly nodded and started off into the other direction.  What a keen observer.  Aphamos and Sam finally exited the stadium, now making their way back to the Palace.
 
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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--

The out of breath Leon took a seat in one of the chairs closest to him. When he sat down, a spectator walked up to him. "Excuse me sir, this is my seat," he said in a nice polite manner. Leon didn't even bother talking to him and got up out of his seat while giving a evil little smile, almost as if he were crazy. The man replied with a shock and confused look and then sat down. Leon laughed at the man, his expression was priceless, but the recent battle wound he had just received ached when ever he coughed or laughed, so it ended up cutting him short.

"I just hope someone pull's a gun out at that spice deal, I can't wait to blow someone's head off," Leon said, another wicked smile coming from his face. Leon had now changed his mind about one thing. This mission was no longer boring, but one hell of a ride. One day everything was fine, and now Leon had some battered ribs and bruises on his face, along with a fractured finger and a lot of cuts that were still fresh.

Alright, just take a deep breath, and calm down. Leon thought to himself, trying to clear his head and enjoy the ceremonies. Everything was beginning to quiet down a bit since the riot, but the loud pop's of fireworks filled the sky every once and a while. But it wasn't bad enough to make Leon jump. The pains in his ribs were throbbing a bit, but not as bad as before. His eyelids begun to grow heavy, and the feeling of sleep was overcoming him, but as soon as his eyelids closed, an image of a rebel with a slit throat and a stabbed eye flashed through his head, making Leon jump out of his seat and reach for one of his throwing knives.

Leon quickly pushed the image out of his head, trying to forget what he had just seen. Damnit why are you doing this to me?

That's a very good question isn't it, Leon." The crazed voice replied.

"All I wanna know is why your back, I shut you off a long time ago. What do you want now?"

"What do I want now? I want to help you, that is all." The voice in Leon's head replied.

"How are you going to help me? Last time I let you out, you turned me into a god damned murder. What makes you think I'm going to do that again?" Leon replied, his voice getting louder by every second.

"Leon, listen to me, don't be foolish now. You know you still want revenge; your thirst for blood hasn't been quenched yet. I can quench that thirst, you know I can. And what about that red eyed man? You know you can't beat him without my help, but together, we can end his life and stop anything bad from happening here."

Leon took some time to think before answering. "But you have never cared for the Imperials, nor anyone else. You know you just want to see that man dye, I do to. But you could screw everything up for me; maybe even get me kicked out of the Army! And if that happens, I won't be able to get mom off that rock they call a planet."

"But not if we work together. Yes! I said it, if we work together, can you imagine how strong we would become? And if we work together, you won't become the blood thirsty murderer as last time. Well, maybe a little bit, but Leon. Just think of the possibilities."

Leon took a deep breath before answering, knowing what he was about to get himself into. But it would work and he had to do it. "Fine, but not now. You'll know when I need your help, just don't take total control. Let's do this."

Leon snapped out of his thoughts, coming back into reality. Things were going to start getting good from here on out. A surge of confidence shot through Leon, bringing him back to his normal cocky mood. Now I just gotta wait, and go with the flow...

 
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NightStalkers
TRP/LPC Leon/3SQD/2PLT/1CMP/1RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA
And so we go.
I am the one...The one who made the 100,000 post.

RK got up and walked over to the place he laid his comlink at hoping someone would try and talk to him.If i make it out of here alive, I think I'm going to ring my cousin's neck.RK picked up the comlink and tried to get a hold of Trix.
"Come in, Trix you there?" RK knew it was hopeless.
"Yeah, I'm here." Trix replied, "Stay there. We had a little problem over on this end."
"Alright, I'll hang tight."
RK hated to wait he was never patient, but atleast he knew that some one was coming. Joey was asleep in the corner of the cell.I could ring his neck right now if I had the chance. He knew he would never do that, but Joey was in trouble and well, RK was always the one to get him out of it.
"Hey, Joey I need to have a word or two with you." RK nudged Joey, waking him up.
"What now, Girl troubles?" Joey replied half awake and half asleep.
RK always hated the fact that Joey thought Ryan couldn't get a girl, but he just brushed it off.
"No, about that guard of yours, you had to know he was up to something."
"No I didn't." Something about Joey's voice didn't sound convincing.
"I will ask you once more, then it will get ugly." RK was furious, Joey was always good at making lies, but this time RK would make sure he told him everything, "What do you know?"
"Ryan, I swear if I knew something I would tell a Stormtrooper like you."
RK was shocked how did Joey know he never told him, it caught him off guard. Rizzit is going to kill me if he finds out my cousin knows.
RK walked up to Joey grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the wall.
"How the hell, did you know?" RK was even more furious, "And second your going to tell me everything you know."
"Alright, just put me down."
RK put him down, then Joey told him everything.
------Half hour later
"Now, I'm going to have to take you to the authorities." RK knew he was, but he figured he should let Rizzit handle it because if RK did, not one bone would be left of him.
"I'm sorry Ryan." Joey was scared now, "I should have told you earlier, but I figured with the situation I didn't want to end up dead."
RK was disappointed, but Joey made the wrong choice and he had to pay for it.
"Also, that pod I am going to use is that the one that they are supposed to look for and shoot down."
"No, It's the one that has the quad engines."
RK had to let Rizzit know before it was to late, but he was going to have to wait until he got out of this cell.
"Joey, once this is all over. Get off this planet." RK said, "Or else I will find you here and kill you."

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Jester Squad

Zafo was leaning on the back wall of the VIP booth. He watched with utter amazement as the opening spectacles unfolded. The magnificent colors of the fireworks display brought down some of the tension that had entered his mind upon landing. So far, the voyage had been filled with plenty of close calls, and the games were only just beginning.

A great feeling of detachment fell upon Zafo as he picked up communications from the Dragoons joining with the security forces in subduing various small riots. He was still very new to this whole Squad Leader thing. Just a couple of weeks ago he would have been down in the stands alongside his squad mates, discretely aiding the police forces. The sweat and stench would be a reality and not just speculation.

Zafo's gaze shifted to Darr-Rann, a fellow squad leader as he made his way to the exit of the booth. He too must've been feeling the same sort of detached feeling that had enveloped Zafo. There was plenty of temptation to trot along with Darr, but Zafo's sense knew better.

"I've got greater responsibilities now..."

And it was true. He longer lead the care-free, order following career he had enjoyed his first couple of years in the empire. Now he actually held a rank and position of respect and importance as a result of those years of care-free, yet hard work.

"Besides, after that close call with Garet and those...things, I think it's for the greater good if I stay."

Just as the thought ran through his head, the former Dragoon took a place on the wall beside Zafo.

"Quite the spectacle, isn't it?" Garet asked, a peaceful expression flowing over his face, which was surprising considering the attack.

"Tell me about it...I haven't seen something like this in too long." Zafo replied, the bright flash of red light illuminating the box.

"You doing okay?"

"Yeah..."Garet replied, "It was just a bit of a shock, that's all."

"I can imagine."

"So..." Garet began, changing the tone of the conversation. "You planning on entering any events?" Curiosity filled his eyes.

A huge smile spread across Zafo's face. Garet already knew the answer to that question;

"We'll just have to wait and see."

 
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~ZaFo
*DarkDragoons *
+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +

SL/GSG ZaFo/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [BC] [EW2]

Live Fast, Ride Faster.

Wandering about one of several corridors that connected the athletic facilities vast network of passages, Jakireth tapped his ComLink lightly; silently attacking the switch that was queued into Trix and her device.

The voice that finally arrived through the small earpiece he was wearing was agitated.

"Jak, has anyone ever told you how much of a pain you are?"

The Sergeant snickered, being careful to not attract attention to his person in such a deserted area of the complex. Nearly the entire population of spectators at the Games were still enjoying the opening ceremony in Stadium one. It was only by surfacing boredom did he venture out to check the following building.

"I only feel the need to be annoying when those who have committed to meeting someone at a certain place and certain time...don't."

"Yes, well...I was busy."

Jakireth sighed to himself, tilting his head to the ceiling.

"You can fill me in later, I wanna go see what trouble Ryan got into before I actually complete what I planned originally."

"Alright," Trix replied, laughing, "Sounds like a plan."

"Right now...you want to tell me where you are?"

The laughing stopped abrubtly, followed by the distinct default 'beep' of the Link after a connection is terminated. He tried dialing in again, but nothing happened.

"Trix?" He called into his communications platform, trying to get a response.

Sweet... He thought to himself, Now our technology is malfunctioning...

At the point when he ripped the concealed piece from his ear and raised it to be slammed into the floor, a hand pressed on his shoulder.

"Problem?" Trix asked.

"No..." Jakireth mumbled to himself, replacing his equipment, "It's just going to be a very, very long night."

*        *        *

"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, sir, the young man was just sneaking around in places he shouldn't." The gruff and impatient voice of the uniformed security officer boomed through the duracrete holding area.

"No problem, my friend, our little brother is always jumping about where he doesn't need to. For that, I apologize." Jakireth explained, grinning slightly after catching looks from both Trix and Ryan.

Well, He noted, How do they expect me to get him out of this situation without blowing our carefully placed cover without doing some lying? It was impossible.

The security officer nodded stiffly, unlocking the cell with a swipe of his ID card. RK stumbled out, suddenly caught in Jakireth's firm grasp around his neck. He made sure to make the action look playful, but he was definitely angry.

"Explanation?" Trix asked, as soon as they were away from the guard's earshot.

"I ran after my cousin," RK muttered, "I was trying to prevent him from getting into the trouble I found myself in."

"Funny how that works, isn't it?" Jakireth added, smiling, "Right now, I want you back with your squad, immediately. Trix and I are going exploring."



 
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NightStalkers
Army of the Vast Empire
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ASL/SGT Jakireth/3SQD/2PLT/1CMP/1RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA[LoR]
Rep/Reporter Jakireth/NewsRep: 2/News Division/VET/VE

LK-486 was still in the stadium. He felt it was his duty as a soldier to be the last one to leave. He watched all the faceless people leave the stadium, keeping an eye out for Ezjarl. LK-486 was immune to boredom; otherwise he would have left with some of his squadmates earlier. His eyes surveyed the motley crowd, sweeping back and forth.

Then they were suddenly gone. LK-486 was one of the last stragglers in the stadium. He gave a mental shrug, and strode out the main doorway.

He glanced up at the night sky. It had certainly been a long day. The stars shown down in unfamiliar constellations. He was very far away from his home on Naboo. He had gone back to his home in Moenia once, but had been met with such violence that he had left once more. That had been many years ago, during the height of the Galactic Empire.

This city was not like Moenia. Moenia was a backwater swamp town. This was a bustling city, chock full of life. On Naboo, the night had a thick, soup-like quality to it. Here, the night was not dark. The bright street lights, commercial signs, and traffic took care of that.

LK-486 walked along a sidewalk. He was just a block or two away from the palace. His body was tired, and he knew he needed sleep so he could be a good soldier in the morning. He glanced around, still looking for Ezjarl. The man was a phantom, here one second and gone the next. He was no doubt being sheltered by the criminal elements on Euceron. LK-486 hoped he hadn't left the planet. If he had, LK-486 might not see him for yet another ten years.

LK-486 thought to ten years in the future. He would be approaching forty, providing he lived that long&

Suddenly, he bumped into a man. He had been looking at the pavement, and not ahead of him. He looked up. At eye level, he was looking into the vicious brown eyes and grin of Ezjarl Eldarkze.

"Hello, brother." Ezjarl said, grinning. "Pleasure to see you again."

LK-486 could not reach his blaster. Not while he was literally nose to nose with the scum.

LK-486 did not speak. He spewed one word after the other, in perfect monotone. "You are not my brother. That life is gone."

Ezjarl's face fell mockingly. "Not my brother, eh? Well, family first." He sang. LK-486 felt the tip of a shank at his chest. Ezjarl was grinning again. "One plunge, and you're stuck!" He chattered.

LK-486 felt no fear. "Begone." He stated simply.

Ezjarl frowned angrily, and stowed his knife. He backed up a few steps. "You can't stop it, Ezrain. It's only a matter of time before Krovatin. I've already won." And in one instant, Ezjarl was gone. He had blended into the city.

LK-486's face showed no change. He kept walking.

 
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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

Aphamos sighed to himself as he took the man's body from Sam; they were switching the body from one to the next ever so often.  They had been walking for quite a while now, carrying the man's body.  He was decreasing in size and weight, the performance enhancers that he had taken slowly wearing off.  Aphamos situated the man's body on his shoulders as the man's arm fell, hitting Aphamos's face.  Bah.  Dammit.  Aphamos took the arm, throwing it back so that it was now on the unconscious man's back.  Now isn't that better, Joe?  Aphamos looked around at the area surrounding him.  They were in some kind of large alleyway that was, according to Sam, the correct way to the palace.  Just can't wait until a wookie walks out of one of these corners.  Aphamos smiled at the thought, directing his attention back to his path.  The alleyway was barraged, all sorts of trash littering the area, making it by far the dirtiest place Aphamos had seen so far in Euceron.  He looked over at Sam, who was also looking around as well, his face questioning the decision he had made in terms of route.

"Are you positive that we are going the right way?" asked Aphamos.  Sam slowed down for a moment, still looking around.  After a few seconds, he slowly nodded, his answer very unsure and hesitant.  "Suit yourself."  CJ better be right about this whole "chase" thing.  Aphamos stared forward again, over a period of time noticing that it was getting darker and darker, the sun starting to set, stripping them of the thing they needed most at that time.  Light.  Aphamos swore to himself as he continued on his way to the palace, Sam trailing beside him.  The man's arm fell again, Aphamos having to toss it back up a second time.  He came to an abrupt halt, feeling something on his back.  Is this guy awake? he thought to himself as he shook his head and started walking again.  Moments later, he felt it again, some sort of movement from the body that he was carrying.  He shook his head a second time and concentrating on getting where he needed to be.  The movement happened a third time now, Aphamos finally losing his patience.  "Here, you take the damn thing."  Sam nodded, taking the body from Aphamos.

Just as Aphamos let go of the body, the man snapped, springing from his slumber.  This could get ugly.  "What the...who the hell are you guys?!?" the man yelled.  "Where am I?"  Aphamos and Sam looked at each other, then back at the man.  Aphamos slowly walked behind the raging man, the figure not noticing at all.  Joe started off, Sam quickly catching him and throwing him back.  Sam finally restrained him, Aphamos casually walking up behind the man.  Aphamos raised his arm and quickly came down, the side of his hand striking Joe's neck.  The man stopped moving, staring there in the distance, the at last falling over.  Sam looked up at Aphamos as he shrugged, picking the body up again.  After a few seconds, they took off, sun slowly losing its grasp, giving away to the night.  Aphamos closed his eyes, looking for something.  A faint sound could be heard-the sound of swoops.  Aphamos looked over to Sam, who had heard the sound as well.  Looks like Joe here has some friends that would like him back.

"Here." said Sam, turning to the left and waling into a much smaller, much dirtier alleyway.  There was a gate at the end of it, the entire thing spanning no more than eight yards.  Various crates and boxes were scattered across its contents, a creaking sound resonating from its depths.  "We stay here until the swoops pass, then we get to the castle."  Aphamos swallowed, then nodded, his throat dry.  "Well, pick a box."  Aphamos made his way towards one of the boxes, throwing Joe in the one next to his.  He stepped into the box, placing the lid over himself as the darkness slowly shrouded his vision.  The swoops were now in range, and from what Aphamos could hear, they were slowing down.  Oh, this is great.  He started to hear voices now, the swoops turning off.  The sound of footsteps took over now as Aphamos moved the lid of his box so that he could see.  There were two men, both of them standing next to their vehicles, looking on into the alleyway for something.

"He has got to be here." one of them said.  "This is where his tracker leads us."  The other man nodded.  They both started their way down the alley, treading cautiously.  Aphamos pulled out his blaster, setting it to stun.  As he  changed the settings, a loud click sound emerged from his blaster.  He stopped, the men, spinning in his direction.  "Did you hear something?"  Aphamos slowly aimed his blaster at the man to the right as he slowly came forward.  He pulled the trigger, a bolt of red light shooting out and hitting the man in the head, the man falling to the ground with a loud thump.  Moments later, the man to the left was down as well, Aphamos firing before the man could react.  He stepped out of the crate, Sam doing the same and taking Joe out as well.  Aphamos walked over to the two unconscious men on the ground, picking both of them up and walking towards the swoops.  He reached the nearest swoop, throwing the two bodies onto it.  He took a seat, turning the vehicle on as it hummed to life.

-------Ten Minutes Later-------

Aphamos slowly made his way back to his room, already having dropped off the three men to the basement.  It's been a long day.  Can't wait 'till tomorrow.  Aphamos walked up the staircase, yawning to himself.  Night had taken the city of Eusebus over now, most of the stormtroopers already in their rooms by now.  Aphamos turned the corner, seeing his room to his right.  Entering the code, he walked into the room seeing LK in his normal position on the chair, staring at the wall behind him.  "What's up?  Your day been as interesting as mine." asked Aphamos, throwing himself on the couch beside LK.  LK had a serious look on his face, this not being much of a shocker to Aphamos.  LK was always like this, so deep into his work; the ideal stormtrooper.

"I saw Ezjarl again." he added, his voice robotic.

"And how did that go?" asked Aphamos.

"He's going to blow up Krovatin."

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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--

The sun began to rise on Euceron. Light crept over the darkness on the ground, and slowly up the buildings. Eventually the only darkness on the planet was shadow. With the events officially starting today, the noise of the streets below woke everyone up early. In a day's time, people had been doing everything from supervising a drug deal to chasing down annoymous tips. Rizzit held a short briefing in the suite just to keep everyone informed. The Blaster Skills Event would be held shortly in Stadium Two so there was no time to spare. Food was brought upto them for the briefing so they could leave immediately.

"Good morning everyone. I'm glad to see that we're all dressed so well this time. We look propper, but not suspicious. We got a big day ahead of us today. Let's hope we can get through this. In a few hours we have the Blaster Skills Event in Stadium 2. I asked the Ruling Power send a team to investigate the stadium in advance as well as the other stadiums that will be used today."

"ooohs" and "aaahs" could be heard in the room along with some moaning and groaning. Apparently not everyone was aware there would be more than one event per day. Today in fact there was going to be a total of three events.

"So once the event is done at Stadium Two, we are going to head for lunch. You may eat at Stadium Three, in fact I highly recommend it. If you don't eat there, make it quick wherever you eat. Regaurdless of where you eat, proceed immediately to the third stadium for Krovatin. After that we get a couple hours to do nothing. Enjoy the break, you're going to need it. At nightfall Stadium Four will hold the Projectile Skills Competition."

"Rizz?" Typex asked.

"How do the games committee expect your average citizen to pay for all these tickets." Rizzit said, directing his attention towards Typex.

"Normally, people only attend two or three events. Some only attend one. VERY few people attend them all."

Rizzit directed his attention back to the group. "As I was saying, we got a busy day ahead of us. Now, I am aware that some of you are competing today. Don't forget that although you are competing in the event, you are also there undercover. Keep the other contestants safe, especially Cosmic. I don't want any harm coming to our Commander of Training as I'm sure  you do. Those who aren't undercover, I want you in the stadium as spectators. Your tickets are up on the table, we're spread throughout the stadiums again. For the most part, we're in the first-class sections. Squad Leaders and above, we'll be in the VIP Box again. Typex, try not to give yourself away today. We're lucky you didn't get yourself killed yesterday! I have your tickets on the table for today in envelopes on the table. Pick yours up on the way out, and meet up at Stadium Two. Good luck!"

***Two Hours Later***

Getting seated in Stadium Two was a lot easier than it was for the Opening Ceremonies. Rizzit was seated within an hour. The Ruling Power was there ahead of time as usual. This time however, Rizzit was first of his fellow officers to arrive. He was greeted by the Ruling Power this time as a well-known friend, rather than a total stranger that they were meeting for the first time. Not too long after Rizzit was seated, the rest of his officers joined him in the box. Less than an hour later the entire stadium had been seated. Fireworks had gone up to signal the start of the event. Jaden Derring began to address the crowd.

"Good Morning Euceron! Welcome to the first official event of the Galactic Games! This morning we are going to be seeing blaster bolts flying all around in the Blaster Skills Event. As you know, I am the timekeeper Jaden Derring, and Judging the event is Cyrus Neddas"

The crowd exploded with different variations of cheers. Some simply clapped, others would shout very loudly, others did both. At any rate, there was no one sitting still in their seat.

"Now to those of you concerned about stray blaster bolts, be assured you are quite safe." Cyrus assured them. "Each of our twelve contestants have been given a special blaster rifle to use in this event. They are special blasters that are made to only damage holograms. We couldn't risk people being accidentally killed by a contestant, so we use holograms with special guns. I will be judging the contestants based on their time of course, but also by their style and accuracy. There are about 30 variations of creatures to attack here, and all of them will be faced by out contestants. Not all at once you understand, but before their time is up. Jaden has graciously given everyone ten minutes to finish the course. As soon as one contestant finishes, the other will begin."

Maxine Vista stepped forward. "Now that you all understand how things will work, allow me to introduce our first contestant: Cedin Makhek!"

The crowd once again errupted in applause. There wasn't a single person in the crowd that couldn't wait for the events to start, and here they were about to start. No one could contain themselves, including the members of the Ruling Power. A hole appeared in the stadium floor. Cedin Makhek was raised up through the hole by means of a turbolift. Cedin waved both of his hands in the air, as if everyone in the crowd was there to see him. Maybe they were, but he didn't care. He was just happy to be competing. Cyrus went over to a stand with Maxine where they could safely view the event without being in the way. Jaden however, went to go put ten minutes on the clock. 10:00:00 displayed on a large clock that was the focus of everyone at the top of the stadium. Even the large holoscreens were displaying the clock until they focused on Jaden again. "Ready aaand....GO!" he announced and the clock changed to 9:59:99.

Cedin pulled out his blaster rifle and held it with two hands. It wasn't a small pistol, rather two hands were needed to weild it. His first target would be a bunch of mynocks. The mynocks looked real, it was nearly impossible to tell they were a hologram except for the way they simply faded in. Cedin shot at the first one and killed it without breaking a sweat. Green bolts emmitted from the tip of the blaster as the trigger was pulled. They seemed to dissappear when they came in contact with their target. Being the easy targets that they were, Cedin disposed of the group quickly. A pair of gungans appeared next. They each tosses a blue orb at Cedin, but only one of them hit the target. Under the clock, a blue bar had been projected. It was then filled over with a red bar that didn't go all the way. Cyrus' voice could be heard through the stadium.

"As you can see everyone, a gague has appeared underneath the clock. This is Cedin's life gague. Just as he deals damage to the hologram, they can do the same to him. He has TWO bars, when they empty its assumed he is dead."

The crowd applaused in excitement. They seemed to be pleased because a challenge was added to the events other than completing the course. This was going to be an intresting show. Meanwhile, back in the competition area: Cedin was having a bit of difficulty with the gungans. They were quite good at avoiding his blaster bolts. He managed to get a few shots in, but it didn't kill them. He was actually trying to predict where the gungan would go next and shoot that area.

A rancor was the last creature that he saw. He ran out of time, so he wasn't sure if that was the last one in the contest. He was exhausted at the end of all this, and couldn't wait to relax once he was lowered back down to the contestants' area.

OOC: I want the next 11 posts to be from the eyes of the contestants. Also, please try to keep the focus on the event alone. Those who do not comply will recieve a post deletion without fail.

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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

As the previous contestant left the ring, the announcer's voice rang out. "The next contestant is Nulla Antgana and will be using a smaller weapon than the previous contestants. She will be using an EE3 Carbine."

A very heavy set Bothan entered the ring holding her blaster and the round began. She, though being quite small herself, dwarfed the mynocks as the approached in their attack. In one fair swoop, she laid waste to the approaching mynocks.

There was a pause in the crowd's reaction. The amazement of Nulla's skill had left them speechless. Then as if on cue, cheers and applause erupted from the audience just as the next wave of enemies were sent out.

The two gungans wasted no time. They each lobbed a blue orb at her. She quickly fired and shot both of the orbs out of the air before they were even close to her. As the two gungans prepared their next attacks, Nulla fired and blasted a whole in the gungans' heads. Once again the crowd exploded in amazement.

The next enemy entered. It was the Rancor and it released a loud roar. Nulla backed away after being startled from the roar.

Then the rancor moved in for its attack, swinging one of its massive claws at Nulla. The palm of the Rancor collided with her flinging her to one side like a pinball. Her health bar appeared and drained down to the red bar.

Nulla jumped up and fired two quick shots at the approaching rancor. When the two shots hit the rancor, the creature let out a loud roar and grabbed at its eyes. The crowd immediately knew that the creature was now blind and cheered loudly.

Sam watching from the stands thought to himself, "For holograms, the location damage still works. That is amazing."

Nulla quickly rushed under the rancor, as fast as the little fat bothan could, and fired multiple shots in to the under belly of the creature. She moved forward and avoided the falling hologram.

The crowd cheered and the clock timer read, "3:23:41." Then the next enemy entered. It was an IG assassin droid. Though Nulla was quite quick, she was not quick enough for the droid's nearly instant attack. The shot fired from droid's rifle collided with her head and finishing her off.

Nulla left the ring with the timer reading, "2:58:99." The crowd cheered for her as she left. She had been the best contestant so far.

"I wouldn't want to get into a shoot out with her," Sam chuckled to himself.

 
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DarkDragoons

FTL/SSGT Sandwich Sam/2SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA [LoR][BM][GS]

"If I offended anyone by any previous statements, then well it sucks to be you. If I offend anyone with future statements then once again, it sucks to be you. Go cry to someone who cares." - Me

Musical Score
Sam - 1 Typex -0

Just as the turbo lift lifted Jenica out of the arena, another contestant, Pakrax Lighthrn, a thin, short Trandoshan. "The Next contestant is, Pakrax Lighthrn!" The announcer commentated about this contenders past competition.

Must be a frequent contender. RK thought looking closely at the trandoshan. His clothing looked like  the bounty hunters Bossk, but he had a symbol on his belt and right shoulder, RK couldn't make out the symbol.

"He will be using the Trandoshan hunting rifle, something not seen in ages." The commentator continued," Let's hope he has better luck this time."

Pakrax took his position while he waited for the timer to start. "Go."  The commentator yelled. Pakrax aimed his gun towards the first Mynock, he quickly fired at the first mynock taking it out no problem. Then he took aim at both of the mynocks standing in front of each other.Makes you wonder what's going threw his head. RK thought just as the two mynocks dissapeared simultaneously. Then came the Gungans, Two orbs came flying at Pak, he dodged them no problem as if he expected it. He lay flat on the ground taking out the first one no problem as usual.  The second one was a little harder, it almost looked like it was dodging Paks bullets, but Pak was smarter, he used the scope and blasted two towards the head one above one lower, the second one hit it's mark, the Gungan dissapeared. Then came the Rancor.

Pakrax stood frozen, in his spot, he looked like a statue. I wish I could help the guy. RK thought. Pak got out of his frozen state, and ducked down, just barely being missed by the Rancor's powerful arm. Pak rolled on his back just in time to get in open shot at his legs, he shot twice one shot in both legs , instantly the rancor fell. A loud crash shook the whole arena, RK nearly jumped out of his seat. Pak got up and shot atleast two shots into the rancors head making it dissapear instantly. After that the clock read:3:00:24.When back finally got to the droids this was the toughest for him it seemed, he dodged Blast after blast, but it wasn't helping, he randomly shot trying to hit a mark, He hit two droids, the dissapeared in what looked like a real cloud of smoke, although he got two his meter went hout with two remaining the clock read, 2:00:48

The whole crowd got up and applauded for Pak, he had come back after years of trying, and maybe finally won what he waited for.

I hope he wins it. RK thought to himself as he watched a great marksman be lifted out of the arena via turbo lift.
 
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Jester Squad

Six contestants had already been through the skills competition. Srish Risbaoth sat in the contestants chambers awaiting her turn. As Cedron was lowered back down on the turbolift, Srish stood up. Jenica shot Srish an antagonizing look.

"Try not to humiliate yourself out there."

Srish said nothing, and kept her feelings to herself. She wasn't about to let her feelings get the better of her....especially before the event. This was her first competition ever, and wasn't about to give herself a name for being unprepared. If she couldn't take a little harassment, then she had no buisness entering in a competition.

Srish stepped onto the turbolift and waited for it to raise her to the competition area. She could hear Maxine Vista announcing her to the crowd.

"It's been quite a show so far folks! This match signals the halfway mark for the events. Six out of out total of twelve contestants have competed thus far. Our next contestant is a first-time competitor in a competition, let alone the events: so now it gives me great pleasure to introdude a local Euceronian: SRISH RISBAOTH!!"

Silence filled the crowd. This was quite unusual, given that usually the crowd would be errupting in applause and roars of excitement. It could be that they were drained, but chances were that they weren't crazy about having a first-time competitior competing in the events.

The turbolift raised Srish slowly up to the competition area. She couldn't help but contain her excitement. As with the previous competitors, she was using a special blaster rifle that would only harm holograms. The clock was set to 10:00:00 and the life gauge was set to full. The clock began to count down, and Srish faced her first opponent: the mynocks. She had more difficulty than she should have. Most of her shots missed, and the ones that did hit were lucky shots. Silence filled the crowd, with the exception of a few boos that could be heard. Srish didn't take too kindly to this, as it was her first competition. She shrugged it off though, she'd redeem herself.

The gungans were the next set of opponents. With the clock down to 8:21:53, she had little time to redeem herself. Her bad shot came in handy in this case. The gungans moved so fast that when she went to shoot at them, the gungan was actually shot. The crowd roared with excitement. This was the first contestant to actually breeze through the gungans. Feeling better about herself, she prepared to face a pair of wampas. Unfortunately for Srish, the Wampas were her undoing. They kept beating on her in turns. Forgetting that it was a hologram, she squatted down and held her hands abover her head to protect herself.

Slowly and surely, her health gauge drained. By now the blue bar was completely gone, and the green one was beginning to drain. Maxine Vista encouraged her to fight back as part of her commentary. The crowd had nearly all turned to boos, as the last blow was delivered by Wampa #2. The wampas faded away and Srish stood up uneasy. I can't believe I let those holograms get the better of me. Srish got on the turbolift and was lowered back down to the contestants' area. Cedron walked over to Srish as she sat down with her head down.

"Told ya you'd make a fool of yourself." Cedron harassed.

Srish wasn't going to take it anymore. Knocking Cedron to the ground, she punched him in the eye. She proceeded to beat him up when an official came over to seperate them.

"You two!" he barked. "Settle down or you'll be disqualified!"

Srish didn't care because she made a fool of herself, but Cedron did. He went to sit on a seat as far away from Srish as he possibly could, and she took the same approach. They definately had their differences, but were not about to keep up the fighting.

OOC: We're doing great guys! Five more posts to go!

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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

Skyen Nayran looked at all the other contestants with contempt; he could smell the weakness as if it were a perfume intoxicating his nostrils. I love that smell Skyen thought to himself, the game director nodded to Skyen. "Your up." Skyen grinned brushed his lekku and headed towards the blaster rack; picking up dual heavy blaster pistols he proceeded towards the lift tube sneering at the other contestants.

Skyen came up to meet a brilliant sun, his name being announced and the fans cheering. They know me, they know I will bring this crowd the ground. A shadow of a smile crept up Skyen's face, he waved his hand to the crowd. There was a slight buzz sound and a handful of mynocks appeared beating their powerful wings and heading towards Skyen's direction. Skyen let off a slow chuckle and let his arrogance take control; letting the mynocks get close before blowing them out of the sky. The crowd let out a roar of approval, a few of them stamping their feet others blowing on horns, anything to make some noise. The buzz of holographs being created came to Skyen's ears the pair of Gungans appeared loosing orbs at Skyen at an incredible rate, Skyen dove to his right rolling and coming to his feet, fired two shots from each blaster at one of the Gungans hitting it in its right eye, the holograph disappeared, the other Gungan took the moment that Skyen used to kill it's companion to throw another orb heading towards Skyen's head, he fell to one knee and fired hitting the Gungan in its chest and blowing it back.

The crowd came to its feet, no one had lasted this long without being hit once, and will Skyen continue his good luck? Only he knows, the announcer's voice rang out throughout the entire arena. Skyen knew the answer to that question, of course I will, I'm a god amongst mortals all holographs shall feel my fury. The very words being a soft smile to his lips, just as two wampas appeared; preparing to rip his life bar to shreds, Skyen knew the wampas didn't stand a chance against his dual heavy blasters which would be able to blow holes through the toughest of hides and furs. Skyen put his guns in they're respective holsters and waited until both wampas were less than twenty feet away, he than drew them and fired shot after shot until both wampas disappeared, the last one less than a foot from where Skyen was standing. A loud roar erupted behind Skyen who turned quickly, surprise etched on his face A rancor? How the hell...nevertheless must kill it. Skyen's bolts flew at the rancor at an incredible pace perhaps beating the record of an E-web. The rancor advanced and made a swing at Skyen who was frozen, his legs not obeying his commands, his first life bar was drained completely. The rancor who took one to many blaster bolts to the face vanished with a roar that shook the foundations of the arena.

Once again a slight buzz filled the arena and the IG droid laid a field of fire at Skyen firing at all the exits and cornering Skyen who was returning fire as fast as he could, Skyen took two to the chest and his life bar dropped to zero, ending his bid to the championship. Goddamn freaking IG, I hate IG's were Skyen's last thoughts as he stepped into the tube lift and was taken underground in the dark abyss of the arena basement.

 
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He will give them death, and they will love him for it -Gladiator

TRP/PFC_Rogueboy/1SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]

Leia Tarkin was waiting for her name to be called as she holded her replica of a DT-57 "Annihilator" Heavy Blaster Pistol, the only one on the pistol rack, a valuable sidearm during the Clone Wars for General Grevious as Leia heard her name called and stepped out, looking in awe at this crowd, because it was the first time she had seen one, living in the rural towns of Tatooine, Leia escaped that life by hitching a ride with a guy who offered her a job as a detective, making her very used to the Annihilator pistol, having used it many times.

"Leia Tarkin! A representative of Manaan, now, let the games begin!" the announcer yelled cheerfully into the crowd as Leia thought: let's get this done! You can do it, Leia, you've been using that pistol for quite a while.

The mynocks appeared as Leia quickly leaped up, blasting two in succession and squashing one in her landing, the other in front, bewildered, as Leia fired two shots at it, dismantling its wings and bringing it to the floor. Two Gungans appeared as one slung an orb that almost hit Leia, if she hadn't jumped out just in time. She took some shots at the other, in which one hit it in the head. The first Gungan now was throwing orbs in succession, apparently angry that Leia killed its buddy, while Leia dodged, with only one hitting near her, costing her half her first life bar. Leia reacted quickly by shooting at the Gungan, killing it finally with a shot in the heart.

A rancor appeared as it quickly snatched Leia in his hands, preparing to eat her, but Leia, having dealt with these before, shot continuously until it let go in pain. While it was trying to ease the pain on its hands, Leia chose to shoot at the Rancor's eyes, seeing they were its sight, the shots made the Rancor blind, as Leia quickly shot at the creature's belly, avoiding its fall.

The IG assassin stepped out, blasting its rifles, Leia, although she tried to avoid the shots, got hit while trying to place a shot on the assassin, leaving her with just about one life bar left. Leia shot at the assassin, just managing to tear him apart. The Droidka appeared, and as if Leia predicted it, she jumped up, firing at the shield protecting the Droidka. The Droidka fired in turn, bringing Leia's second life bar to half. Leia dodged afterwards, continuing to fire shots at the shield, wanting it go down. Once it was down, Leia didn't hesitate but fired a shot at the Droidka's head, ending its life.

Cheers around her announced that this battle was over, the announcer hold Leia's hand high as if she were a wrestler who had just won. Ending with a time of 8 minutes, Leia walked back to the contestant's area.


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DarkDragoons

TRP/PFC Jennabelle/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath

"Don't be too proud of this technological terror you've constructed. The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force. " -Darth Vader

Jenica was sitting at a tavern full of drunks who were celebrating the aftermath of the blast skill event. Damn why must I do this to myself? Come to a bar after I screwed up. Jenica looked around; everyone was in a celebrating mood, arms around friends, singing, dancing, smoking, and more than a few people were hooking up, but there was one man sitting at the opposite side of the bar sitting on a stool; he was eating a meal and nursing a beer. The man had short chestnut hair, lime colored eyes, he was six feet tall, clean-shaven, and wearing dark loose-fitting clothing, the man looked up and caught Jenica's eyes; he grinned and waved her over. Crap what did I get myself into? Jenica thought to herself as she got up and walked over.

"Hey what's up?" The man said as he casually took a sip of his beer. Jenica let out a soft sigh, "Shitty, I can't believe I took so much time in the event." The man gave her a baleful look. "At least you lived; I would rather live than care about how fast I killed something." Jenica gave off a soft chuckle. "Very true, my name is Jenica." The guy grinned. "I know I was at the event, you put on a good show, and by the way my name is Alex." Jenica was surprised that Alex could afford to pay for a ticket; the prices were ridiculous easily costing a medium income family half a year's wages. Alex interrupted her thoughts. "So how long are you staying in Euceron for?" Jenica hesitated an instant before replying. "Until the games are done, all contestants are given free tickets to all the games." Alex laughed. "Well Krovatin will be starting soon, you going?" Jenica stroked her long silky blonde hair. "I might as well, no point insulting the hosts by not going." Alex stuck out his arm. "Care to come with me?" Shock was written all over Jenica's face, how could he afford two events? "I would love to." Jenica took his offered arm and together they headed towards the exit of the tavern and towards the Krovatin games at stadium three.

 
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He will give them death, and they will love him for it -Gladiator

TRP/PFC_Rogueboy/1SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]