Raigen sighed as he sat in the foreward compartment of the Gray Hawk. He had flown the ship from the mSSD Atrus and out a ways to get a clear, uninterrupted signal from his master. This aslo removed any chance of the signal being picked up by the Atrus. Suddenly, an all too familiar figure appeared from the large holographic projector. It was Master Chief of the Red Dragon Alliance, Darron Bandaar. He was a blue Twi`Lek of about forty or so years of age. He had succeeded Hunda the Hutt as the next MC of the RDA(Red Dragon Alliance- a coalition of the Black Hand Pirates, Black League of Hutts, and Red Dragon Order.) Three representatives from each branch of the Coalition were appointed every time a Master Chief died, these were called Heirs. Since Darron was the first heir to Hunda, he humbly accepted the position. Raigen never knew why he was selected as heir, but nonetheless, he represented the Red Dragon Order.

    "Raigen, I am pleased you survived your last mission," Darron would say with a hint of sarcasm.

    "You would rather me not?" Raigen asked as he stood to his feet.

    "I would rather&my apprentice not go flaunting his piloting skills for an Imperial Remnant group. I would rather&he obtained the landing shuttles for the campaign."

    "Ahh, landing shuttles, of course. You asked me to do some research and I did. Taylander shuttles, cheap, effective, and in numerous supply. They don't have any firepower but can carry a platoon each. We can equip them with a single blaster turret and they will be escorted to the planet by four of our Korribian Reaper class Gunships: the Ripper, the Vladmir, the Ivan, and the Zodiax. Will that be sufficient?" Raigen said.

    "No, those ships are to be orbiting the planet and targeting specific locations from above, as well as imposing the blockade. I will grant you other ships, but those are preoccupied. What else do you have for me?"

    "Pirates are unpredictable, selfish, and poorly trained, no offence to you ma'lord. I have gone through the roster of the Atrus and found many who would be well equipped to lead some of our groups. One has already agreed. A soldier by the codename of RogueBoy. I'm putting him in my platoon, leading Dheth Squad. I think he can keep them in line. He'll also be 2nd Platoon XO. Another, I am about to contact, his name is Halos Bek, a pilot. I plan on putting him in Ace Wing as my XO."

    "Then you will switch to commander of Ace Wing after the initial attack," Darron inquired.

    "Yes m`lord, I am a pilot, I would do well to stay off the ground," Raigen said.

    "Very well, Instructions are in your data pad." Darron said before disappearing...

He sat at the corner table, all alone.  The yellow glass of pale blue liquid almost untouched since it was placed there.  He was looking back, reflecting on the past.  He had betrayed the only man that had every taken a chance on him.  His old mentor had taught him well, too well in the end.

Halos Bok's heavily tattooed, right lekku twitched.  His space had been intruded.  He looked up to see a soldier with red hair standing about two feet away looking at him.  The uniform made it obvious that he was an off duty Storm Trooper, the arm in the sling and the scars on his face told him that he had been in that condition for some time now.  Bok usually resented humans looking at him, but there was something different in this one's eyes.  The Twi'lek smiled at the human and motioned with a tan hand for the man to sit.

"So what have you concluded about me?" asked Bok to the red headed human.

"Well you seemed to be deep in thought about something that was troubling you since your drink is nearly full and your facial features were distant and cold," said the WIA trooper.  "You also have a high tolerance of pain considering your tattooed lekku.  The designs in particular seem to be that of modern gang design.  You must have had a past involving organized crime."

"All that from just looking at me," said Bok, "they should have you in intelligence instead of out on the field.  Do you have a name?"

"Regbur Mah, but most just call me Red."

"Halos Bok, nice to see we don't have all idiots in the VE military, Red.  So what is your story?"

"Actually, don't remember much from before the injury.  I do remember I was in a squad called Jester and that I came from a planet called Falthornn.  Oh yeah, I was a Scout Trooper too.  I can't stick around long, have to go to rehabilitation."

"What ever got you must have screwed you up bad, why do they have you here?"

"The Atrus had the nearest clinic with the proper equipment after the attack.  I have been here every since, but enough about me what about your story?"

"Well, as you predicted I started out in a gang on a planet called Verinia.  We mostly did weapon's trafficking and bounty hunter contracts.  We were doing pretty well for ourselves until the Gangster War, and then every thing began to go to the crapper.  Eventually things got too hot for me and I joined the Verinian Navy.  That also went well for awhile, until I got in a fight with my squadron commander and ended up stealing a shuttle and making a run for Vast Empire Space.  Joined the VEN and been here every since."

"Interesting, well I got to run.  Nice talking to you."

This one was different than a lot of humans.  Most were ignorant of their existence and only saw what they wanted to see.  This one observed everything around him in an unbiased manner and then made his conclusions.  To a degree he was like Thaan Sion, though his mentor was much colder and much more dangerous.  He had been a bounty hunter for many years, taking contracts from Bok's father.  That all ended after the Empire came in and, as Thaan would put it, liberated the planet from its corrupt government.  Ever since Sion had been a part of the Empire.

Too bad the Empire splintered to pieces.  He would have probably been taking orders directly from the Emperor himself by now if Skywalker hadn't killed him.  He was the famous Imperial hero after all.

He took a sip from the glass, back into his thoughts and away from the real world.


(OCC: Just as a note, Thaan Sion and Than Sion are two different people.)
 
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For two fricking games I thought the Precursors were powerful beings of light, then in Wizard of Oz fashion they all look like Daxter!!! Oh well, at least he got his pants and the girl.

OOC: An important detail: The Atrus isn't a small ship or some cruiser. It is an mSSD (Modified Super Star Destroyer). It makes Imperial Star Destroyers look like ants. /OOC
 
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CoT/MG Cosmic/HCA-3/SL/Drill Squad/Tadath/VEA/VE
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SL/KPR Cosmic/Lion 1-1/Lopen/VEDJ/VE
[VP][WoS2][KC1][SoY][EoP][OAK]
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Sayah watched the bustle in the hanger bay from a higher deck. He saw a Clone Wars Jedi Interceptor and his heart filled with envy of its owner and nostalgia. It seemed like only yesterday that his personal starfighter, the Senital, had been destroyed in a dogfight over Mustafar. He resolved that the fist thing he would do after this mission would be to go down to the Imperial Center Store and inquire into the matter...

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

"We're all dying. Promise yourselves you'll be the last to go."
Commander Salvo

Sayah sat back and opned the simulator, one of the Battle of Kamino. He chose an Aethersprite and soared off into the virtual beyond. All guns blazing, he shot down a pair of gunships before being ambushed by a pair of anti-heavy troopers and a Kaminoan gunship. Grimacing Sayah reconnected.

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

"We're all dying. Promise yourselves you'll be the last to go."
Commander Salvo

The magnaguard paused, then brought its electrostaff crashing down.    Sayah screamed in agony as the electricity surged through his body. Sayah woke up, sweating. He had nearly died many years ago on Mustafar and still had the scars to prove it.
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TRP/PFC Sayah/1SQD/2 PLT/1 COM/1 RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA

"We're all dying. Promise yourselves you'll be the last to go."
Commander Salvo

Raigen was walking toward the hangers when he passed Jag Fel, "What the heck dude. Hangers are this way!" he would say as he pulled him by the arm.

"I was going to hit the targeting range!" Jag said, confused.

"I've already went through the trouble of convincing the higher ups that we'd be gone for a few days. C'mon, I need a nav controller." Raigen said. He was wearing a green echani fiber suit and black pants. His cold, mechanical left hand would whirr as he let go of Jag and walked toward the Hanger.

Raigen had already spoken with most of the "prospects," each conversation very similar. Most were in it for the cash but some just wanted the thrill of battle. He never expected them to be in the hanger that early thow. The Hanger was half full at this point. Raigen looked around. "All right everyone, don't worry about taking leave. Your CO's, XO's and such have been informed that you are being audited by the FGB and will be withheld for the next couple of days so they can track your spending...Yeah right...Anyway. That should give us at least two days. If you will please step onto the Gray Hawk we can lift off."

Raigen opened the loading ramp of the light freighter and began to walk up the ramp. Etan would be the first onboard. Raigen would put up a hand..."No outside protocol droids, Etan. Ship rule, they record information, conversations, and the like. Most of us can understand Wookie anyway..." Etan growled but walked up the ramp without his droid. Raigen sighed, "...fine. Just put a restraining bolt o him. There's some onboard, I'll get one for him later. Sayah was next, seemed a little shook up. "Hey man, Take it easy. You don't look so good. There's a hover lounger in the guest quarters if you feel like laying down...Where's Halos?"

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[Red Dragon Order]
CC CO SC/SMar Raigen Tei-Yehn/Task Force 1/Eta Squad/2nd Platoon/Red Company/1st Battalion/KBcC Helsa/OFF/Army/RDA(O)

Etan is not one to be dismissed. He and his newfound friend had an appointment with the firing range when their temporary commander came up to Jag- Fel and beckoned him to the mission.

Etan, although taken aback was used to being dissmissed by the lesser human species.

He immediatly took the forefront of the envoy entering the ship with great abandon accompanied by his protecol droid, who by the way was moving as fast as possible to keep up with his wookie keeper, before any of the other recruits.

Raigen had cried out something about protecol droids not being allowed, but Etan had dissmissed it with a bellow than none could refute. Anyone who knew even a word of Wookie knew it had to do something with broken bodies being left along the way.

His protecol droid followed him none the less. He wasn't going to be the first to be battered by a disgrunteled Wookie. C3pwo didn't need a bed anyways. Anyone could find him just roaming about the halls as needed. More than one of the ships crew members would find him to be an asset in the up coming days.

Etan immediatly made a survey of the ship finding the control room, then the general quarters and then the galley. Etan had surveyed much of the ship, before most of the rest of the crew had even entered the hanger doors.

Once inside the ship, And having made a quick survey, Etan awaited orders as any good member of a team would. Etan, besides being a rebel/Imperial Wookie, had learned that sometimes it's just as well to follow than as to lead.

He had made one friend, Jag-Fel so far. With his Wookie ways, he would make more.

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Having been given the terms of C3pwo's requirements for accompanying his master Wookie. Etan, being a trained mechanic and specially good at rewireing droids, personally installed the restriant bolt on his best of friends, C3pwo.

C3pwo responded. " Why do you treat me as such Master Etan?" "Have I not been faithful enough to you my most desired sire.?"

Speaking Wookie, Etan explained to his most faithful servant. " You have not only been the best droid anyone could ask for, but you have also been my best friend." He further explained how he did not want to leave him behind and how his duties would include serving the entire crew, not just him.

C3pwo elatedly reponded, " You mean sire I am to help everyone on board."

"Arrgh" Etan replied.

"That is most assurredly what I'l do, Master Etan." As any protocol droid will do C3pwo went on to explain the various areas he would be adept in and how he would be an asset to this team, while Etan left him to talk to himself, knowing more important matters were at hand.
 
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    Raigen took another look back before ascending the cargo loading ramp. Halos would be there shortly, but Raigen wanted to get things organized. The cargo bay was adjacent to the foreword compartment, a room in the center of the ship that wrapped around the gunner position loading area. The large holoprojector, lowered halfway into the floor, was silent and dark, it hadn't been used in a while. As was the old dejarek chess table, the pile of pazacc cards, and the lounger by the holo projector. Raigen turned one of the dials by the wall and lit up the room with the row of low energy florescent lighting. Primitive, but effective.

    The corridor that connected the rooms wrapped tightly around the edge f the foreword compartment in a semi circle. Raigen squeezed past the patrolling cleaning droid and to the cockpit. Jag Fel was already there. "Well, you found this pretty easy. The nav bay is just behind this thow. It's fine, the original YT-1300's had a different layout, I gutted everything but the hull when I built this baby. So people tend to get lost. Now, noticed you brought some ARC armour, that's good. I'm glad to see that you take personal protection seriously. The coordinates for the jump are on a datapad in the nav bay. Can you punch those in while I run through the systems?"

    "Uh, Yes sir!"

    "Gahh," Raigen joked, "Don't call me sir, you're older than am!"

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FM/SCRW Raigen/Nazgul 1-3/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) [VC:B]

[Red Dragon Order]
CC CO SC/SMar Raigen Tei-Yehn/Task Force 1/Eta Squad/2nd Platoon/Red Company/1st Battalion/KBcC Helsa/OFF/Army/RDA(O)

**Before Take Off**

Halos Bok was now rushing around his room for the things he would need for the mission.  He still didn't get what possessed him to agree to go on the operation.  At one moment a human with bionic fingers and a squinted eye confronts him in the Enlisted Club and the next he is looking through a room for things he hasn't used for awhile.  Stop telling yourself you don't know why you are doing this thought Bok to himself.  You have been serving the Vast Imperial Remnant for along time and they are too strict, too ridged for your taste.  You jumped at the chance to do something in the gray and black areas of society.

He put on his Barbel Microbe body armor.  Most people would feel safer behind a whole suit of armor, like Storm Troopers, but he found it to be too cumbersome.  It reduced your total physical ability too much.  He preferred wearing the soft, padded vest.  No one should be fooled by its structure.  Those pads were filled with microscopic organisms that fed off of energy.  So pretty shooting the vest over and over wouldn't ware it away like conventional armor but make it stronger.  The only problem was that it had little effect against physical material.  That is why his mentor had constructed a suit of armor that was layered with light weight, metal plating and an inner layer of the microbe armor.  Though he never disclosed how he displaced the energy through the plating to the microbe layer effectively.  Others have tried to copy the design, but they were never able to make it with thin enough layers that it didn't become too heavy for conventional use.

He pulled a black hard case from under his cot.  He opened it to reveal an Espo Riot gun, a DL-54 Automatic Pistol, and blaster packs for both.  He took out the pistol, holstered it on his belt, and closed the hard case again.  He threw several changes of cloths into a duffel bag along with other essentials and then put on a dark brown cloak and a pair of tinted glasses.  He picked up the hard case and duffel bag and left pilot barracks 9, the door automatically shut behind him.

His walk to the hanger bay that had been designated by the human Raigen was uneventful.  It wasn't until he got to the hanger that things got interesting.  He had to admit that this Raigen human certainly did an impressive job at modifying the YT-1300 that he had called the Gray Hawk.  The first soul he ran into was a Wookie conversing with a protocol droid.

"Well at least I am not going to be the only one to suffer from human stupidity," remarked Halos to the Wookie.  "The name is Halos Bok."

The Wookie growled something and the protocol droid began to translate, but Halos cut him off.

"Don't bother, he said I am Etan Evnstar, I agree with your inference on humans in general."

"{I am surprised that you have taken the time to learn the Wookie language, most non Wookies don't,}" replied the Wookie to the Twi'lek.

"My father liked to hire Wookies for the business, not just for their brute strength, but for their ingenuity.  I still find it amusing that during the time that we had an arrangement with the original Imperial government that we were secretly freeing small pockets of Wookie slaves in the attempt that some of them would be willing to join us."

"There you are," said the human Raigen.  "About time you showed up."

"Sorry to keep you waiting boss," said Bok, needing to put a little mental effort in saying boss to a human. 

(OCC: Sorry I havn't posted in awhile, I have been busy.  I finally added Raigen's ID line to my signature too, though I don't know what he is using for a rank system.)

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EFL/WO2 Than Sion/Kaph 5/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE(=A=)(=*SA*=)(=TE=)[LoM][VC:B][MC:1][SWC]{VB}

[Black Hand]
SC/LtJG Halos Bok/1st Element/Gulf Flight/Hunter Squadron/Ace Wing/KBcC Helsa/OFF/Navy/RDA(H)

Never under estimate the power of stupid people in large numbers, unless you have a lot of cookies to throw in opposite corners to distract them.

Etan had finished tooling around with his droid unit. The required restaining bolt was in place and as a friend to his protocol droid, he did one last diagnostic.

"I am at top efficiency, Master Wookie Etan " C3pwo gestured." I am ready to service the entire ship if nessessary, master."  C3pwo went on to explain that "Although my main functions are of  a protocol droid, I have seveal other , BLAH, BLAH, BLAH was all that Etan had heard.

Being a wookie, he was ready for battle. His protocol droid was,simply, a friend he did not want to leave behind.

He knew that C3pwo would be of great assisstance to any who needed him. And that, anyone could use him in a pinch.

Etan went on to explore the gunnery. It seems the piloting skills had been covered by far better pilots than him.

Turrents were positioned on at least two sides of the craft.

Etan made himself familiar with one of them.
 
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Etan sprawled out in the crew quarters while his c3pwo unit made itself busy with departure procedures."

"Master Raigen might I be of assistance to you?" the c3pwo unit would badger everyone until given an assignment.

Meanwhile, Etan made himself comfortable, awaiting orders.
 
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When Sayah asked what sort of weapons he used in combat and smiled, "Come and see..." They walked to the crew quarters and Jag got out the case that used to contain his ARC armor.

Without the armour it looked small on the inside compared to the outside but thats because it was...

He pressed a small button which lifted the lid. Inside was A280 armor piercing rifle, a DL-44, a EE-3 which was one of his favourites because Boba Fett's choice. And because he was going into unknown territory he brought 5 EMP grenades and 2 concussion grenades. He also had an attachment which fit onto his armour with 5 high flying throwing knifes... for that silent touch.

He heard a metallic clang and looked up to see c3pwo coming in. He asked, "Master Jag do you require any assistance?"

This was the third or fourth time he'd heard him say that to numerous people in the ship so he answered, "Yes you can power down until we get to our destination or ill activate an EMP grenade."

The droid looked at Jag and said, "Ill just inform my master i will be shutting down" And he scurried off into the lounge.

Sayah smiled at that and said, "I'm glad you said that because otherwise he'd already be in pieces..."
 
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"The fate of the free world is in the hands of a bunch of hustlers and thieves" XXX2
"Say hello to my little friend" Tony Montana
"Im going to make him an offer he cant refuse"
"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer" Godfather

Sayah thought about the respective merits of ARC Trooper and clone commando armour. He knew Jag was right: ARC armour was the most dependable. His own set, however, was in pieces and was being cleaned of carbon scoring from being flash frozen.
 
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TRP/PFC Sayah/1SQD/2 PLT/1 COM/1 RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA

"We're all dying. Promise yourselves you'll be the last to go."
Commander Salvo