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Gunnery Sergeant Kairo
Platoon Commander

PC/GSG Kairo/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/VE [CDS][BoA][CoR][BC][CoV][IH]

Know your enemy and know yourself, and you will be victorious in ten thousand battles.
You may forget the past, but it always has a way of haunting your future.
Men can die, but a symbol is eternal.

Heavy Weapons specialist:
Fire support tactics.

Jag walked in to the simulation building looking around for the room were the heavy weapons teacher was. After five minutes of searching Jag finally found him. He walked in and noticed there were three other heavy weapons specialists to-be.

The teacher looked at him and said, "Private First Class Fel so nice of you to join us. Seeing as Ive already explained to these three the specifications of this particular weapon?" The last part of the sentence was spoken with some slight amusement as if he'd never know what it was.

Jag surveyed the weapon and replied, "It appears to be an E-WEB heavy blaster class."

The teachers humour was still obvious in his tone. "What makes you say "class" Fel?"

"Because sir it's an EHWB-10 repeating blaster modified from the E-WEB due to its unlimited rate of fire."

The humour replaced with with a sense of proudness that at least someone knew what he was talking about replied. "Very good, but seeing as you know so much about this type of weapon have you ever used it before?"

Jag replied, thinking about that time on Coruscant where it all came crashing down around him before he came here. "That was a long time ago sir..." There was a cold sweat running down his back after snapping out of that memory hed sooner have forgotten.

"Well seeing as you have had some experience with this type of weapon lets see how good your accuracy and efficiency are in this simulation."

Jag didn't want to be the first one after the last time he used it. But then again he was the teacher. After he positioned himself behind the weapon, suddenly the simulation was activated and everything had an orange tint due to the fact that the sun was setting. The teacher said, "All right listen up. This is how its going to work. Fel your mission is to not let any of the rebel forces get past you. We will be your squad mates and we will be giving you slight cover fire with a limited stock of ammo. The longer you last the more forces there will be. You must not let any pass you within a certain time or fail the mission. You must protect us for twenty five minutes before reinforcements arrive. Understood?" Before Jag could Reply he said. "Ready? Good. Computer start simulation!"

Jag in position looked through the sight of the weapon and seen the crest of the hill where he could just begin to see theheads of the forces. He took careful aim in the beginning because he knew he wouldnt have another chance to make his efficency and accuracy much higher. When they came in forces that were starting to overwhelm him he decided to just try and spray certain areas and any of them to the left and right he would take more care. He felt a pain along his left arm and realised that the rebel's were starting to shoot. With the pain he became more reckless and  in the end he was covered with sweat from the pain the simulator was giving him and fatigue but he managed to succeed with the twenty five minute period.

The teacher shouted, "Well done Fel you had a 54% weapon efficiency and a 57% weapon accuracy well done!

Jag was relieved now, that was over with and he asked the teacher, "Sir will you require me for the simulation of the other three?" He asked this with hope in his voice because all he wanted to do was go back to his bunk and lie down.

"You're not that lucky Fel." He said this as a fact as if he knew eberything about Fel. "Ive read your personal file and I knew that you'd used this weapon before. And I also know everything you've put down about what happeed on Coruscant."

Jag tried to interrupt but he cut him off, "Listen up everyone you three will be taken over by a simulation programme ive written. That means there will be a hologram of me telling you what to do with strict protocol! When you've all finished join me and Fel accross the hall where you will begin your obstacle training"

Jag once again not liking being the first one to do something followed the teacher accross the hall. The simulation was already up with a wall in front of them. "All right Fel this is where it gets really interesting. I want you to find the stress point on this wall and i will give you a selection of three weapons to destroy the wall to let the simulated squad pass."

Jag was worried. He had never done anything like this before but he had to try. He thought he was all ready lucky once today maybe it will happen again. He replied, "I'll do my best sir!"

Jag looked for the stress point by slowly moving his hand accross the middle of the wall after about three quarters of the way accross the wall he felt a loose piece of brick. He managed to pull it out and said, "Sir I believe I've found the stress point."

The teacher said, "Excelent now come here and select the weapon you want to use." Jag walked to a table and found a  PLX-2 Portable Missile Launcher, Starcat Grenade Launcher and a V-Web Portable Blaster Artillery Piece. Jag looked at them and asked, "Does it matter how many shots i use?"

He replied, "No as long as it's one magazine or less. Well then which one do you wish to use?"

Jag dedcided, "I'll use the starcat grenade launcher sir." He picked it up and made sure he was at a safe distance. He tried to make careful aim for that hole in the wall and then he realised that it wouldnt be a stress point if it came out so easily so he aimed for directly below the hole. He fired and the grenade hit it's mark and the wall camecrumbling down.

The teacher applauded and said, "Very good im gladyou didnt fall for shooting directly into the hole otherwise you would of failed. Well done you may go now."

Jag saluted and walked away.

Excellent work. One of the better specialties I've read recently. The grammar could use a few touch ups, but that happens to everyone. Great use with the gun at the end. That's the kind of thing I'm looking for. A special use of the weapons or skills the specialty gives you to accomplish the mission the specialty story assigns.

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[Red Dragon Order]
SM/Com Jag Fel/Task Force 1/Eta Squad/2nd Platoon/Red Company/1st Battalion/KBcC Helsa/OFF/Army/RDA(O)

"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

(OOC I dedcided to go for a longer 1 sim then 2 but if you want more length Kairo I will do the other sim mission)

Heavy Weapons: Level 1
Story 2: Indirect Fire operations.
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Jag heard a beeping sound coming from his belt, it was only after he recognised the sound that he realised it was his comlink. He pulled it out and before he could say anything he recognised the voice of the Heavy Weapons specialist teacher.

He said, "Fel get your self over to the simulation building A.S.A.P to begin the second stage of your training!"

Even before Jag could say anything he'd disconnected the connection.

Jag walked over to the building because the simulation building was on the route  to the barracks. He found the teacher in the same room as before programming a sim. He looked up and said, "Ah Fel so glad you could make it on such short notice. You will now begin the second stage of your training. Indirect fire operations, and I am assuming seeing as your from Coruscant you would not be familiar with this?"

Jag replied, "No sir and I am also not too sure of the basics for indirect fire operations."

He carried on as if Jag didn't say anything, "Now there will be two parts to your training today. Number one: Destruction. You must completely put the chosen target or target's out of action. Number two  neutralization. Here you must temporarily disable the target, and this you must remember Fel this particular one you must pass because most missions are neutralization. Now you will be in the Simulation with a squad where you are the leader. Understood? Good, computer, Begin simulation.

Jag found himself in standard stormtrooper armor but he could also feel a heavy weight on his shoulders. He shrugged his shoulders and felt straps and realised there was a bag pack on his shoulder, he pulled it off and investigated the contents. He found : a PLX-4 missile launcher and 4 PRG proton grenades. Jag thought to himself, This must be for the destruction mission. He heard through the comlink in his helmet, "When the time comes for you to use them you may only choose one. Once you have used it the weapon you haven't chosen will disappear."  If this is how every training mission is going to be I didn't know if I'll survive...

Once Jag hefted the equipment back on his shoulders, a squad appeared out of nowhere and took up defencive positions to create a perimeter. He heard in his helmet, "Now you and your team infiltrate the enemy facility and destroy all aircraft in the hangar." Jag took this all in and looked out to the facility through the bushes.

He said to the squad, "Listen up where gonna keep this simple. Where going to get over that fence undetected and kill anyone that gets in our way. Understood? All right three and four you are not to leave my side. two, five, six,  you will take point and seven, eight and nine you will be the rear guard. Move out!

Jag and his team managed to make there way over the fence and avoid the search lights. When they were over he snuck up to the security access door where there was one guard Jag managed to dispatch him quietly with his vibroblade. When they were in he ordered nine to take the guards position whilst the others moved on.

After what felt like an endless supply of the same white corridors they reached the hangar. Jag felt surprise with there only being three fighters all in a row. I thought I was beginning to understand the teacher, but looks like there's a few things I haven't figured out about him yet... . Within the range of one grenade he realised it could be done. He decided to use two for good measure. He walked up to the aircraft slowly weary of any pilot's that might surprise him. When he pulled them out he activated there magnetic bases and attached one to the starboard engine of the closest and furthest X-wing. He set the timer for five minutes hoping that would be enough time to get himself and his squad waiting in the corridor standing guard to get out.

He studied the mechanism of the grenade and hoped that he set the right time... When everything was set.

If I set the timer's wrong I hope I get an A for effort... .

Jag walked out of the room with the rest of the team. They tried reaching nine who was positioned at the door but had no reply. After a moment of thought Jag dedcided, "Let's see if we can find another way around. We will have to assume we have been compromised and we have been discovered!" They all broke in to a sprint in the other direction. After turning a few corners they were knocked from there feet by the explosion. They didnt say a word but Jag was thinking.

Oh shit! If we werent compromised before we are now! .

No sooner had Jag thought about that but an alarm rang and he could here running from the opposite end of the corridor. The squad turned a corridor anddedcided to hide in a room where they could hopefully hide and let Jag gather his thoughts. But the first thing he noticed when he walked in the room was a medium-sized armored speeder.

Well If this isnt going to be worth a few extra points the teacher might as well fail me now...

Jag brought out both grenades and managed to correctly set a one minute timer. Before activating it he told the squad to take up defensive positions outside and get ready to run. When the first squad member ran out he was covered with blaster fire immediately and the others took positions with the door covering them a small amount. When Jag set the timer with the magnet attached to the repulsor he shouted, "MOVE!" The team bolted down the corridor firing blind shots behind them, when three of them were shot down.

When they reached a corner Jag shouted, "Give me some cover fire!" The three remaining troopers each dropped down to one knee and fired continuously whilst Jag pulled out the remaining grenade set the timer for ten seconds- the troopers seeing this risen and ran with Jag down the corridor when one of the other troopers was shot down. When the exit was in sight they were thrown from there feet again by the grenade. After the blast they heard nothing but silence.

When they gotten out of the compound the simulation ended.






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[Red Dragon Order]
SM/Com Jag Fel/Task Force 1/Eta Squad/2nd Platoon/Red Company/1st Battalion/KBcC Helsa/OFF/Army/RDA(O)

"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

Medic: Level Two: Story One: Emergency Medical Response

Riqimo sat on the transit bus to the medical facility.  I can't believe that Dr. Godot puts me through these stupid sims...

"Medical Wing A, all off for Medical Wing A," the transit driver blared over the intercom, "Next stop, Tadath's famous strip club, the Twi'Bare."  Riqimo got off the transit as a rowdy, drunk group of men gave a off loud cheer.

After checking in, Riqimo went to Dr. Godot's office, "Hello sir, reporting for my next training exercise."

"Ah, yes.  Let's see here, you are doing EMR, great.  I won't be helping you with this one.  Instead Dr. Freez will be your guide, I am sorry that I am not available," Dr. Godot told Riqimo.  That's a relief... "He is waiting in room 426, wing C, so off with you now."

...

"Dr. Freez?" asked Riqimo as he walked into a dim room.

"Ah yes, and you must be... Riffo?" Dr. Freez asked

"Riqimo, sir."

"Oh, yes.  Now listen carefully Ricomo, this lecture will detail everything you need to know..."

---...Two hours later...---

"Okay, Riddo, let's start our little sim," Dr. Freez prompted.

As soon as Riqimo placed his helmet on, Riqimo found himself in a field hospital.  There were many moans coming from every corner of the room, and Riqimo looked around, wondering what he was supposed to do with so many possible patients around.  Suddenly a radio crackled, "Field Hospital, Field Hospital are you there? This is HQ, we need you to deploy to cordinates 15 by 41.5 sector 3 immediately two troopers are down."

Riqimo rushed over to the radio, "Field Hospital confirms, we are on our way."

Rushing out of the quickly set up field hospital building, Riqimo knocked on the door of a hover van, "We got an emergency, here are the cordinates," he told the driver as he climbed in.

"Roger that, hang on tight."

Riqimo was not prepared for the sudden speed of the driver, and was almost thrown out of his seat.  Arriving at the point, Riqimo saw that the enemy was forced to retreat by the rest of the squad and he had an easy, clear path to the down troopers.  With the help of some nearby stormtroopers, Riqimo got the two soldiers on the hover van and got in the back with them.  Knocking on the wall, he said, "All set they are strapped in, let's go."

Forgeting the sudden speed, Riqimo found himself sprawled on the floor.  Quickly getting back on his feet, he examined his patients, the first one was perfectly fine, just a few nasty burns, then looking at the other, Riqimo quickly began to work.

The first thing Riqimo did was use a strip of cloth to cut off the blood flow to the right leg, where a nasty gash made by a  vibro-blade was.  After the blood flow was slowed to the leg, Riqimo began checking the pulse of the trooper.  It was there but very faint.  Because the trooper's heart was still beating, even slightly, Riqimo could not perform CPR or ECC (External Cardiac Compression).  Deciding there wasn't much he could do, Riqimo set up an IV and gave some medications.

Riqimo could feel the hover van slowing and grabed for a handle to brace himself, however the van stopped before he could reach it and he went flying to the front of the van, hitting the metal divider between the cockpit and the back of the van with a loud thud.  Shaking his head as he got up, Riqimo threw open the back doors and left the two troopers to the other medics.

Walking back into the field hospital, Riqimo heard a voice cry out, "We've got a stopper!"

Riqimo rushed to the source to find a field nurse with an unconscious female trooper.  Well, at least I can't complain this time, heh

"Okay, there is no pulse, we're gonna have to perform ECC," Riqimo stated as he examined the body.

Riqimo placed both his hands palms down with his fingers interlaced over her heart.  He pushed the injured trooper's breastbone towards her spine, and then lifted his hands to allow the chest to recoil.  Riqimo repeated this five times and then checked for a pulse.  Okay no pulse, five more then

Riqimo continued to do sets of five, stopping after every three sets to perform EAR.  Come on, come on, let's go...  Finally Riqimo detected a faint heartbeat on her neck. Yes!  Riqimo quickly began performing only EAR on the trooper until she came to.

After about two minutes the trooper woke up in the middle of an EAR process and punched Riqimo.  "OWW!" Riqimo screamed as he felt one of his teeth get jarred loose, "What is your problem?!?"  Just about as Riqimo was about to grab his patient, the sim blacked out.

"Ahh, yes very good, Roqomo... I'll alert Godot that you have passed, I hope we get the opportunity to work with each other again," Dr. Freez stated with a smile.

Riqimo spat his tooth into his hand and left down the hall for the dental wing.  Wonder if they won't charge me if I explain how this happened?  If not, there is no way my insurance will cover this.

You passed, but with a figurative low grade. We talked a little already, but I'll just remind you. Check your grammar a bit more carefully. You like to do run-on sentences. Also, less jokes next time. Try to make them a bit more serious. Last, make it a bit longer in the future. Even if its just a little character development. Specialties are a nice place to do some extra development. Just try to tie it in somehow with the story if you do that.

Combat engineer/ Level 1/ Story 2/ Electircal systems.

Jan lead the way to the next raining facility. RK could hear screams and such as simulators were being run, and real life instances were being looked over again and again, to ensure that nothing would go wrong in a Real life incident.

"So, what's the difference between this Training and the last?" RK asked as Jan stopped to make sure he was in the right place.

"This one will teach you how to make bombs out of equipment and how to attach more bombs to each other." Jan said as he opened the door into the next room. 

"Alright, I still don't get it but,w ahtever." RK took a seat on the floor as Jan punched a few buttons on a control pannel just across from him. Whatever Jan was up to had to be big.

"Now, this will be my last training excersise with you." Jan said as he pulled out a device aoubt half  the size of the Communications device that RK had fixed; and a pouch.  "Alright, listen carfully, I want  to see if you can figure this out by yourself, of course I don't think you can, but you have surprised me RK, or Kenobi, whichever you prefer."

RK thought this was the perfect time for a somewhat joke. "Neither, could you call me Scorch." RK grinned as he got up for further orders.

"I would, but there is already someone famous in the archives by that name. Stop worrying about what your called and start writing your chapter in history." Jan said as he set the device down on the table that was sitting almost perfectly in the middle of the room. "Because you have your own history yo worry aobut, 'Scorch' already wrote his."

Mir'sheb was all that came to RK's mind when he finally was standing over the Table. he got me with that wisdom of his. But Jan was right. Garet had told him millions of times when they had been talking to each other and RK had mentioned he should change his callsign, sinc eall it relaly was was his initials, But Garet would always say, ' You should be happy with RK.' That ussually shut him up for a while.

"So what do oyu want me to do?" He asked resting his elbow on the table and picking up the thermal tape that laid rght in front of him.

"Well first off, let's see if oyu can make a bomb out of this Device... as in make it go boom." Jan said as he pushed the Device Rk's way.

"I think you lost it Jan, only bombs can be made into bigger bombs, not devices made for other things."  RK said hoping he wouldn't have to do this.

"Wow, you catch on fast." He siad grinning and taking the device back. "But not fast enough, because if you re wire the device, connecting it to a bomb." He paused to take the tape away from RK "Then it will be a bomb, but this only works for time bombs. So be cautious when connecting a thermal detonator to device."

"okay." RK siad not as enthusiastic as he should have been.

"The're exceptions as when you can make a normal device a bomb without connecting it to one. And that is if you can re wire the system to connect into a port to over ride the mechanisms power, making it  over heat, and blow up, depenind on how much power is going into it. And how much power it can hold with out going over." He finished connecting the device to the bomb and set it on the floor. He gave it a nice push with his foot and then he stared. RK hoped that wouldn't have to much explosion, or they would both be toast.

Click Was all RK heard then Jan looked over him and Grinned. "Can never be to sure if it's going to blow up or it's just going to deactivate." RK knew Jan had deactivated it, but it was more of a test to see if RK would react. All he did was stared.

"Now your turn. Only this time I want you to hook up two bombs to this device. Don't activate it!  I want to see if you did it right." Jan pointed at the door. "We are going to test it on the main training Facility.

"I just have to ask. Isn't exposives later on?" Rk asked as he picked up the thermal tape and the equipment he needed for the project.

"Yes, but this is mostly basic, besides if you can learn how to connect devices together and make them work as one then it's easier to learn wiring, and electrical systems." Jan said then opened his mouth again. "And you ask to many questions, just listen to what you are told."

Di'kut, I know that, but one thing I don't know is why aren't you going in order. You answrs never make sense, but atleast it's sorta helping me to get a step ahead.  RK started to work on the device then of course another question popped in his mind. "When am I going to work on electrical systems?"

"When you stop asking questions and start doing. Besides, after we see if that works I have a problem with my one Datapad, I thought that would tezsch you how an electrical system worked. Specially since if you destroy It I am going to have your head."

RK smiled and started working diligently. He removed the back of the device off to reveal the wires, then he did the same with the timed detonator, making sure he wouldn't accidently activate it. Then, he looked to see if he could find any wires that would connect the device to the bomb so that the bomb would over ride the Devices mechanism.

"Just to let you know, I want you to make the bomb so that when it is activated the timeing starts. So figure out which wires send that info. " Jan said as he stood arms folded against the walls. His eyes were closed, but RK knew that if he sensed anything wrong he would snap out of that position. What worried him most is he definetly wasn't a Jedi, so how did he know if anything went wrong?

RK looked close, he was back to square one, he had to find how to activate the bombs with the button. So all he had to to was transfer the wire that sent the information from the key pad to the device, to the button that activated the device together and then it was a matter of onnecting the rest of the wires. And replacing the back sides and connecting them with thermal tape.

He got to work right away. First he was as carful as he could be to dissconnect the wires in the bomb that were keep ing them attached to the outer shell. It tooks some time, carefully he cut wire after wire, making sure he didn't cut anything that would accidently make the bomb go off. Then once he had that done he removed the inner workings from the outside of shell. Once he had that done he carefully plcaed the inner workings on the table and then he got to work on the device. Now the device was easier, all he had to do was connect the inner workings to the devices inner workings and then attach the correct wire to the device activation button.

First he started with the Wires. He connected the red wires to the blue wires so that the information would over ride the original commands. Then he attached the bombs 'mother board' ( it was more or less what told the bomb to explode, but had the necessary mean to make sure it did so, in other words it was programmed and it had the explosives part to it.) to the devices mother board. Once all the wires to connect the mother board was done, it was just a matter of attaching the last wires. Which happened to be green and yellow. He attached the bombs green wires to the yellow wires and attached them tight with a wire cap. Then the button the hard part. Luckily, he took the side that had the button on it off. Praise good thinking. He checked to make sure the device was off, just incase so he didn't blow the whole facility. He put the covering back on the Device... Even with the extra wiring it still fit. But the bomb was small.

"That was easy." Rk commented as Jan snapped back to reality. 

"Alright, let's see if you fixed this right. The only thing is I need to ask you how do you set the timer?" Jan asked as he picke dup the device.

"Oh, it's already set, and once you hit that button it's going to start. Then you have about ten seconds to get ride of it or your dead meat." RK said as he took it back.

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Jan lead RK to a big facility, it was pretty big compared to the rooms he worked in recently, sadly however he was going to miss those small rooms, only because he didn't have to worry about dropping and losing something way to easily.

"Alright, let's see how this baby works."  Jan said as he gave RK the motiion to try it out. "Go ahead don't be shy."

RK stood up the railing, it was meant to keep people from running out into the training field just incase someone threw a grenade without looking. To RK it didn't matter, all that mattered was that this device worked, so he could finish his training.

He activated the device, he could here a feignt click, which eithe rmeant the device armed itself or it was a dud. Then without thinking he threw it., he almost forgot, and he dind't think eclipse needed a dead trooper.

Boooom RK shielded his eyes against the big bright ball of fire. It had worked, but it knocked RK down. It didn't even land and it worked.

"Good job, now before you decide to celebrate because you passed, I would like you to work on my datapad." Jan said as he turned around and started walking back up the stairs. "And there is one more thing you need to know before I let you on to the next training."

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Jan's office was cluttered with paper, he was neater before, but now it looked like a rancor had run through it. Papers were piled on the desk. Equipment cluttered the floor. RK guessed someone else had been in here, trying to find something to use for their recruit, or Jan had slipped away when RK wasn't looking. The latter made no sense cause Jan and RK had been in the same place at the same time the whole day.

"Fierfek, the secretary was in here again, I am going to have to talk to her about going through my stuff." He sighed and then headed over to his Desk. He picked a data pad up out of it and threw it at RK. "Alright, before you start working on that Device, There is one thing you need to know."

"That would be?" RK asked as he looked the Device up and down.

"That device is old. But that's not what I want to tell you. What I want to tell you is the 'mother board' in there is crucial, it has different components on it, that may be damaged, starting to shut down and/or have been broken of entirely."  Jan paused to take a breath, that was the longest speech he had said since RK had met him. "So you have to replace them with anything you have, in other words, you have to replace them with something that is going to do the same job it performs."

"Okay, so all I got to do is fix some wires, fix the 'mother board' and I am done?" RK asked, Jan knew he wanted to move on faster than he had wanted to come here. 

"Yes, but I am giving you a few things that will work for what you are doing." Jan pulled a bag out of his desk, with little back wires and cylinders, they were about the size of RK's pinky nail. "These are what I have, your going to have to guess what goes were like when I first started your training, there are clues, but this sis something that you have to guess, unless by chance you already know."

"What about thw ones that are hsutting down?" RK asked as he sat down and started removing the back off of the Datapad. "How can I tell those?"

"I color coated them blue. Of course there are a few that aren't colored. Eventually you will be able to spot them from experience, but you can probably tell from the color coated ones." Jan handed the bag to RK so he could get started. "Now, get started. Just don't make a bomb, I know it's tempting."

RK grinned and started to get to work. He had already removed the back of the pad, but that was the easy part. He used a tweaser a pair of pliers and a screwdriver, to remove the mother board. He carfully removed the screws. Next, he took the tweasers and pliers to remover the mother board, working with complete synchronization to what he was doing he carefully pryed a wire lose and then lifted the edge of the mother board out so that he could get it out with his fingers. "Wow, I never knew it was so complicated looking." It was thin, but the programming that went into it had to be compicated. He was glad all he had to do was learn electronics.

He opened the bag and started working. He removed the color coated things first and replaced them with some makeshift parts from the bag. First he thought it was to easy, but he didn't know what he was about to do. He picked out a square plastic like box and slid it over a network of wires that was sticking up out of the board. Then he looked at it closely. There was two parts missing, the almost wire looking lines showed that what was once there was connected to a cylinder like part, so he could figure that the part that went there had to have the same voltage and had to do the same thing. He picked a cylinder out of the bag and carefully placed it on the board using a hot metal thing, that he couldn't remember the name of, to melt the wires on the other side to keep in place. He did the same thing with the other missing part. Then he replaced the parts that wree shutting down.
He replaced the parts back in, securing the mother board back in place and replacing the back cover, then he handed it to Jan to see if it worked.

He turned it on, RK couldn't see whether or not it worked, but he knew Jan would tell him.

"Here, you missed something it won't turn on." Jan said trying to force back a smile.

"Ah man." RK said sarcastically as he started to see the smile take over Jan's face.

"It works." Jan said then replaced it back in the desk. "Well, it was nice to mentor you, I wish I knew more about the next few things, but I am the electronics speicalist around here so I probably won't see you again, until you finally complete your training."

"Thanks for teaching me a valuable lesson, well more than one." RK siad. He reached his hand over the desk and shook Jan's hand. Not only had he met a new person and mentor, but he had made a new friend. That's something that not even a training simulator could offer.

"Your next trainer should be coming shortly, you will need to go back to the waiting lobby." Jan said as RK let go of his hand nad did a 180 towards the door. "And RK if you ever need anymore training, I will be right here."

RK grinned without showing it to Jan. "I will keep that in mind, Boss." With that he headed out the doors.

Nice job RK. This was much improved from the last and was quite interesting to read. I told you what you need to look for in your next specialty on IRC. Good work.

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Eclipse Squad

TRP/CPL RK/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA/VE [ES] [2nd Class] [CoR]

"I am the best at what I do, only what I do isn't very nice" - wolverine

Combat engineer/ Level 1/ Story 2/ Electircal systems.

"Wait, I lied." Selby said. "There won't be an obstacle for this lesson. Ugh, I forgot this is a lecture lesson. So I will teach you about electrical systems and how they apply to the battle field. After I get finished teaching, you will have two hours to study for an exam, which will consist of a written portion and an obstacle course. Now, I just have to warn you that I don't know very much on electricity. So I will try my best to teach you whatever I know. Oh yes, I must also warn you that if you fail either part of the test, I am going to kick you out of this class! Why you ask? Well first because you are too stupid to be here, and second I don't want to waste my time teaching people who don't learn anything." Shelby explained as she gathered up her notes and papers, readying herself to teach the students. "Are there any questions?" Wicket raised his hand. "Yes Wicket?"

"Um what exactly will we be learning about?" Wicket asked.

"I already explained that I will be teaching you on electrical systems!" Shelby snapped angrily. "Oh sorry. You mean specifics. I have an anger problem that I need to deal with. Anyway the basics of this lesson will include enemy computer systems, weapons, electrical shorts, etc... Does that answer your question?" Shelby replied.

"Yes it does. Thank you." Wicket said, mocking her sarcastically.

"Ok, well then, if there are no more questions, lets get started. First we will talk about enemy computers. Now, computers are my least knowledgeable subject. So basically you can hack into the enemy computers and take all of their information, and use it to sabotage any of the plans that they might have. Does anyone know how to do this?" Shelby looked around the room to see if anyone would raise their hand. Zwailen raised his hand. "Yes Zwailen?"

"Ok well, first you would need a password to access the enemy's computer. To do that you would need to take you datapad and some wires from the computer and connect the two by rewiring them together. But before you do that, you need to make sure that there is no security system or make sure it is disabled. So, to do that you would need to locate the security chip and take it out. Once you have done that you can begin to rewire. When you are done rewiring, you are now able to get the information and copy it onto a disk." Zwailen explained. The whole room, including Shelby, stared at him in awe.

"How do you know all of this?" Selby asked, still in amazement. "I didn't even teach you any of this stuff. Hell I didn't even know it, that's why I asked if any of you knew it.

"Oh, I was already in this class. I took a hiatus and the Training Commander said I had to begin my training all over." Zwailen replied. Well I know he's not going to fail this test. Wicket thought, still trying to process all the information that was said. Shelby continued on with the lecture.

"Ok, well since smart ass over there gave the first part of the lecture, lets move onto the next topic, which happens to be weapons. I do know stuff about weapons, so I'll teach this one. Weapons are one of the main necessities on the battlefield. They are pretty much useless if they don't work. So it's pretty useful if you know how to fix a weapon. Does anyone know how to do this?" Shelby looked at Zwailen, anticipating a raised hand, but nothing. "Nobody...ok then. I'll explain. This is something I actually know a few things about. Ok so, there are a few things you need to look for in order to fix a gun. The first thing you need to look for is, is the gas chamber intact. If not, you need to fix it. Next, you need to see if the power cell is in good condition. If not, then the weapon won't fire. Another thing you need to take a look at the combustion chamber. Then, you guessed it, you need to fix it." Shelby explained in great detail. She then continued on explaining more parts of the blaster that needed to be checked. When she was done she, she began explaining how to fix each part of the weapon.

Wicket was taking down notes as she gave information. He began to look around the room. He noticed Zwailen paying his undivided attention. He noticed one student taking notes and another dozing off. He then noticed the last student sleeping, which happened to be the one that finished the obstacle course, from the previous lesson, last. It doesn't look like he's going to pass this exam at the end of the lecture. Wicket thought, giving a chuckle.

"Ok now, the final thing I will teach you about today will be electrical shorts. An electrical short is a defect in the wiring of a system that doesn't allow the proper flow of electricity. Shorts can be bad because, first off, the short would prevent the system from working. Second off, it could cause an electrical fire, which wouldn't be good. And third off, it could possibly trigger the system to blow up in your face, and quite possibly kill you. Which also wouldn't be good. Now some of you might be asking yourself 'How can I find a short in a system?' Well it's simple really. All you need to do is find the temperatures of the wires. If a wire is unusually hot, then it is most likely to have a short." Shelby continued in greater detail about shorted equipment. Wicket continued to take down notes as others continued to do what they were doing, which included sleeping.

"Now that ends my lesson. You will have two hours to study about what you have learned today, and after that you will have an obstacle to complete. Again if you fail either the exam or the obstacle, I will kick you out of this training." Shelby ended the lesson. All the students headed out the door, with the exception of the sleeper. Shelby looked at the sleeping student, shook her head, and walked out the door.

------Library------

Ok, so what do I need to know about. I need to know about wiring and electrical systems. I might as well start with wiring. So when wires are color coded all you need to do is connect the broken wires with the correct color. That's simple. Ok, now to fix a gun, I need to look for the things she talked about which were the... Wicket looked at his notes. Oh here it is. I need to look at the gas chamber, power cell, and combustion chamber. As long as I know those, I should be fine. Ok what else is on the test? Wicket continued to think to himself. Oh yes, shorts in systems. Wicket read his notes. A short is when the electricity doesn't travel properly. Ok that's pretty easy as well. Oh ya, I also need to know about enemy computers. Crap, I don;t really know anything about that. Oh well, I'll just have to bs the answer. Wicket continued to study until it was time to go. Wicket looked at the clock. He had ten minutes to get back to class. Time to go.

------Training Facility------

When Wicket arrived at the facility, the sleeper was awake and everyone else was in their seats ready to take the test.

"Welcome back." Shelby said as she entered the room. "I want to explain how the obstacle course will work. There will be a malfunctioning door. You will need to fix the door and continue into the next room. In the next room there will be a table with three blasters on it. Your task in this room is to choose the blaster that works and shoot it at the target. When you successfully pick the gun and shoot the target, a slot in the wall will open. I must warn you that if you choose the wrong blaster, you fail, and in doing so, fail the test. Now in that slot that opened up will be a comlink. You need to message me using the comlink to let me know you have successfully completed the obstacle. Any question?" Shelby waited. "No...then lets begin."

Shelby passed out the test. Wicket noticed that there was only three questions. Alright, you can do this Wicket. First question. Wicket read the question to himself.'What do you do when a door is malfunctioning?' That's easy. All you do is connect the wires to each other. The wires are color coded, so connect the proper colors together and the door should work. Wicket wrote out the answer and the sheet. Next question. 'What is an advantage to hacking into the enemy's computer system?' Thank god! This is an easy question. By hacking into the computers, you can retrieve information that would be valuable to use in sabotaging any plans that the enemy may have had. Wicket wrote the answer on the sheet. Last question. 'What three main parts of a blaster do you need to check to make sure it is working properly?' Easy. The gas chamber, power cell, and the combustion chamber. Wicket finished writing his answer.

He headed to Shelby to give her his test. To Wicket's surprise, "The Sleeper" had finished the written part of the test before him. Wicket headed to his door. As he got to his door the other students handed in their tests as well. Wicket began to work on the door. He took out the wire connectors and the tape. He connected the blue wire to the blue, red to red, and white to white, using the wire connectors. After applying the connectors he finished them off with a coat of tape, just to be safe and make sure the connectors did not fall off. He pressed a button next to the door and the door opened.

He proceeded to the table with the blasters on them. Ok, lets take a look at each one. He picked up the first blaster and noticed that the gas chamber had a hole in it. Ok well it's not this one. Maybe it's the next one. Wicket picked up the second blaster. He noticed nothing wrong with it. This one looks good. Wicket raised the blaster and took aim at the target. Right as he was about to pull the trigger, he noticed that the power cell was completely drained. Thank God I didn't shoot. I don't want to fail and be kicked out this early. It has to be the last one then. Wicket picked up the last blaster and examined it closely. He noticed nothing wrong. This one is it. Wicket raised the blaster aiming it at the dead center of the target. He pulled the trigger. Like Shelby said, a slot in the wall opened up with a comlink in it. Wicket went over to the comlink and messaged Shelby. "I guess I passed this." Wicket said.

"That you did. Good job. If you can please come out and have a seat while we wait for the others to complete. I have already graded the written part. I did that while you were doing the obstacle course." Shelby replied.

Wicket headed out to the room and noticed that Zwailen was already finished with the obstacle. Jeez. He finished first again. Wicket took a seat next to Zwailen and waited for the other students to finish. A few minutes passed and the rest of the students began to enter back into the room. Once everyone was back and seated, Shelby went to the front of the room.

"Ok, I have the results ready for you. Fortunately, yes fortunately, one of you failed. I saw fortunately because this person fell asleep and quite frankly, was giving me a headache. Anyway so Mr. Sleepsalot, you failed both the writing portion and the obstacle. You missed two questions and choose the wrong gun. Maybe if you wouldn't have fallen asleep you would have passed. So if you can please leave now." Shelby watched as "Mr. Sleepsalot" left. He didn't seem disappointed nor happy. "Lets continue shall we. Wicket. Good job. You passed. You answered all the questions correctly and completed the obstacle course in an amazing time. I commend you." Shelby said. She continued to tell everyone their scores. The rest of the class passed. "Ok so you have a free day tomorrow. come back in two days and we will continue on with our lessons. The next lesson will be on field fortifications. Once again congratulations to all of you. And I will see you in two days."

Wicket packed up his stuff and left the room and headed towards his condo.

------Wicket's Quarters------

Wicket collapsed on his bed. He let out a huge sigh of relief. "Well that takes a lot out of one person." Wicket said aloud. "I need to get some rest." Wicket fell asleep.

Comments: Allright, I'm gonna fill in for Kairo here while he's on leave. Normally, I end up having people re-do this story due to being too vague or having the wrong idea, so you wouldn't be the first one to re-do it. I like your approach on the story though, you passed. (By the way, where do I sign up to get one of those condos? )
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EclipseSquad

TRP/LCPL Wicket/2SQD/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/VE [ES2]

((O.C.C.- This is my first Spec story so I'm willing to change it if its not what you were looking for.))

Heavy Weapons Specialist
Fire Support Tactics

Brightstar wasn't exactly sure how, but she found herself in the simulation building, in a room, with five other Heavy Weapons Specialist trainees and a tall balding man by the name of Sgt. Godfrey. Godfrey was a tall, gruff, and fit looking man in his mid to late fifties. As Brightstar entered, she saw Godfrey standing with one hand resting on a strangely shaped....something, and waved her in with the other hand.

"Ah, LCPL Brightstar. Its nice to finally put a face to the name." Godfrey said with a good natured grin.

"Why do you say that, Sir?" Bright asked calmly.

"Well, Because I've been waiting to meet you since you were in the academy. Since you were placed in Eclipse, however, I've had to try quite hard just to get you to show up." Godfrey laughed. "I've also heard some good things about you, I admit myself eager to see what your capable of. I'm eager to see what all of you can do." With that he pulled the kanvas covering off of the strange object.

Brightstar, along with the other trainees, stared. It was obviously a weapon, but Bright was at a loss as to what kind, although many aspects of it looked quite familiar. Even so, on the two missions that Brightstar had been on with her squad she'd seen only three of these weapons in passing. From the blank looks the others were giving, Brightstar guessed that they hadn't the slightest idea of what kind of weapon this was either.

"Oh come on! No one knows what this is?"Godfrey asked looking pointedly at Brightstar. He paused only for a moment, but when no one answered him, he continued, "I'm disappointed. Folks this is an E-Web Heavy Repeating Blaster!" He said with a flourish.

Brightstar suddenly recognized the parts of the weapon and nodded. She had learned much about this particular weapon when she had just started hauling supplies for the empire years ago. Parts for the E-Web, were some of her biggest loads. She'd just never seen one put together completely for more than a few seconds.

"LCPL Brightstar, care to enlighten the others, since you seem to have recognized this beauty. Tell them what you know of this little baby." Later Brightstar would ask herself how Godfrey knew that she would know so much about the E-Web, but this was now. Sgt. Godfrey's words were not a request.

Brightstar cleared her throat and started, "The E-Web is a repeating blaster manufactured by BlasTech Industries. It is one of the most powerful repeating blasters in the VE Arsenal." She said pulling the information from her memory. "The E-Web, from what I have been told, has an optimum range of 200 meters with a max range of 500 meters." Bright looked to Godfrey to confirm her information, he nodded and gestured for her to continue.

"The E-Web, I know, is fairly mobile, but, I have learned,  has to be rigidly mounted in order to counteract the effects of its incredible fire power. According to a former contact, it takes a relatively long time to set up." Bright said. "The only other thing I know, is that the E-Web is that it requires a crew of two to operate with optimum efficiency."

"Well you knew more than I expected you to know." Godfrey said. "As Brightstar mentioned the E-Web requires a two man crew to operate at optimum effeciency. This is why." The Sgt. pointed to the gun and to another part of it with a bunch of flashing lights. "Obviously a person is needed to operate the firing mechanism, the gun, another is needed to moniter and adjust the Eskoan Class-4T3 Power Generator."

"But why is that, Sargent?" One of the other trainees, Linnely, asked.

"Because the 4T3 is prone to overheating and is potentially explosive when its overloaded." Another trainee, Maze, answered nodding his head as if he had just caught on.

"Yes, despite its advanced Gk 3 Cryocooler Cooling unit." Godfrey said. "You can that see power is fed to the E-Web through this conduit that connects to the base of the TR-62 Autocushion Tripod. There's a built in comlink with an automatic encryption for secured comm with other units. The computerized fire control and targeting system includes infrared and Starvision lowlight enhancement for use in night combat."

Bright took a deep breath. Without realizing it, her palms had began to sweat. She knew that the tall Sgt. would want them to use them now. She wasn't quite sure she woud do too well at this, Bright almost always stuck with melee combat. Now she had to use a ranged weapon with a hell of a kickback.

"Alright, pair up." Came the order. "One pair to the E-Web at the far end of the room and one here to this one. We're going to test accuracy my little nerf calves." Godfrey laughed and placed Brightstar in the gunner's position. "Just shoot any New Republic uniform that you see." He said.

Right. I don't think its going to be quite that easy, Sarge. Bright thought. "Whats the catch?" She asked.

"Catch?" Godfrey asked with a frown. "Why would there be a catch LCPL Brightstar?"

"Because there always is." Bright muttered.

Godfrey chuckled and nodded. "Indeed there always is. You are all to protect an area called the Pick up point and the other troopers that are not assigned to an E-Web. Do not and I repeat DO NOT let any NR Troops past your vantage points. You'll be at this for an aproximate total of twenty to twenty-five minutes so use the time you have well." The big man smiled tightly. "This sim is progressive meaning it will get more difficult and faster as the sim continues. I wish you all the the best of luck and may the sim begin."

The sim started. As she was being tested for accuracy Bright took careful aim with the first few NR troops that dared show themselves. To prevent an early overload Bright followed the advice of her partner and only tapped the trigger long enough to make a kill. Being the way she was Brightstar asked for constant updates on the situation, such as how long they had left so she could watch how she was shooting, and how the other E-Webers were doing.

As more troops swarmed into view, keeping tabs on everything became nearly impossible, and an overload almost seemed imminant in her eyes. Bright kept one ear open to her partner so she could hear him and the information he was passing. Though he kept her well informed Brightstar ultimately told him to drop the info on how long they had left as it was of very little use, but she told him to keep her informed of the status of the others.

"Linnely and Taybur are having some problems repelling the enemy." Maze said beside her.

Bright chanced a look up and at the other side of the pick up point. Maze was right the others were beginning to show the signs of being over run but they were putting up a hell of a fight. Sending a shower of bolts into the crowd in front of her, Bright swung her gun around to do the same to the other side just as they had decided to send out their own shower of bolts. It was effective enough for the moment but if things kept going like they were Bright would have other problems to think about. She swung back to her original postion in time to catch the next wave coming toward her.

By the end of the simulation, Bright was almost near a panic but she was still managing to keep it well in check long enough to hear Maze inform her that they were overloading. The sim ended at that time, and Brightstar couldn't have been happier.

"Excellent!" Godfrey said with pride. "All of you did well. Brightstar I have to admit, I have a gained a new respect for women gunners. Your accuracy was a 63.25% with more than 10,000 shots fired, I also have to say you really kept your head near the end where most others loose theirs."

Although Bright was bubbling from the praise, she kept it well hidden as it would not do well to gloat.

"I am proud of all of you. You have proved to this old man that he was wrong about young troopers. You worked well as teams and you put everything you had into this exercise, however there is always room for improvement. Dismissed." Godfrey grinned and shook his head as they all left.

Brightstar somehow reached her quarters and fell onto her bed. She lay there for a long time just staring at the wall. Next time I will be better. I nearly paniced and that is never a good thing. With that Bright drifted off to sleep.

Passed. Much better Bright. You just have a few missing commas, but other than that nothing else was really wrong.

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EclipseSquad



TRP/LCPL Brightstar D'Jonoc/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA

Combat Engineer/ Level 2/Story 1/ Field Fortifications

>>>>> Incoming message----
>>>>>> Sender Unknown-----
Corporal RK,
                    Please make your way to the front desk, your new Mentor has arrived and he wants you to meet him up there. If this is not possible please reply.

RK pocketed his data pad and walked up the  long stairs. He didn't think they seemed so long, but then again he was going down them, not up them the first time.

When he finally got to the top he was panting, he hadn't slept in a day, he had been so worried aobut getting this spec done that everything else was a low priority, even finishing th spec and getting a promotion sounded appealing, but that would be for Garet to decide. Right now he had bigger worries.

"Corporal RK, I presume?" A tall man asked. Holding out a hand.

"That's me, the one and only." RK said extending his hand and shaking the mans.

"Good to finally get to meet you, Jan said you were quite the electrician. The names Bront Skyll, I will be your Instructor for the rest of this particular spec." Bront said.

"Nice to meet you Bront." RK replied.

"Why don't we head outside and get started." RK nodded.

Bront lead the way outside, it seemed like hours went by as they weaved around fallen debris. Land mines, or so Bront said. And other assorted junk that was scattered along the field. Soon Bront stopped and stooped down. He didn't say much, but most of RK's mentors where a man of few words. But this time it just creeped him out.

"Alright, we will start here." Bront said handing RK a vibro shovel and a Welder. "I know you haven't learned how to weld yet, but that's what this is all about. Learning." Bront said grinning.

"Okay, so you know how to wire things, fix electronics, AND wire bombs together, which you shouldn't have learned, but I guess it's better late than never. Now you have to learn how to make a defense for you team. Nothing like weaponry just a place you can duck down into so that you won't get hurt badly." He paused. He looked like he was trying to recollect a thought that was lost in the back of his mind. "so you have two options, make something you want, or make a trench." He finished, obviously giving RK the time to speak.

"I think I will make a trench, sounds easy enough." RK said, trying to make himself sound confident, but it was slipping away with every moment.

"Alright, but first..." RK interrupted.

    "I know how to make  trench it's a hole in the ground." RK said, turning on the vibro shovel and sticking it in the ground.

"It's not that easy..." Bront sighed, he knew it wasn't going to help.

"I can do it." RK tried to assure him they would be done in minutes.

"Alright."

RK dug out at the dirt, taking chunks out, quicker and quicker. He was soon in a  hole and digging faster and faster. However he didn't know what was going to happen. He finally dug at the wall and that's when he realized it wasn't going to be as easy as it looked. Dirt and mud poured in surrounding his feet and up to his waist. "uhhhh..." was ll he could say.

"So, still think it's that easy?" Bront chuckled, he must have had either a good sense of humor, or apprentices like RK before, cause RK didn't think it that funny. Bront pulled RK out of the dirt and mud with such force it felt like his arm was going to come off. "So you want to try it again?"

"no sir." RK said, clearly embarrassed.

"Alright now listen, to make a good trench defense you have to make it smooth, but you can't dig into the walls, as you now know, it ends badly." he laughed. RK would have killed him if he wasn't trying so hard to get a promotion and finish his specialty. "So first dig a trench, then pack the walls in, then if you have time, which in a real battle you could never do this... just because you should probably die. You could line it with medal as an extra defense, but that's only if you have time, it helps if there is another combat engineer in your team." Bront said picking up RK'S shovel and handing it back to him. "So now that you know what not to do, try it again."

Another combat engineer eh? Well, wicket and me could do that.  RK let his thoughts drift away as he took the shovel from Bront. He turned it back on and started digging away. He dug at the soft soil and started making progress. He started shoveling out ward in front of him to make more room. The dirt got harder the farther he got down in. soon it was nothing but clay, but the vibro-shovel still dug through it. He kept digging and digging. But Bront gave him the signal to stop. "Alright, you got the digging down now make it possible for people to stay in it an not get buried alive." He said, throwing the welder at RK. "Here's some help."

RK caught the welder and sat it beside him. He then climbed out of the trench and picked up some metal that he had seen laying on the ground.

He brought the medal back to the trench and left it aside. After that he took his hands and patted the walls as fast as he could, he was trying his best to make this like a real life scenario.

"Alright to weld medal together." Bront jumped down into the trench and picked up the medal and the welder. "First make sure you have something to protect your eyes." He threw RK a pair of goggles that were tinted. "Alright now take the two metal pieces and lay them side by side making fitting them as close together as they will go, this works better with thinner pieces." Bront turned on the welder and started melting the metal together. "If your going to be effective in doing this you going to have to make sure that it's not a thin weld and that it's nothing to thick, if it's to thin it will break easier, if it's to thick it might start to bend and whither." Bront took off his goggles and handed the welder to RK. "you try."

RK did as he was told. He picked up two pieces of metal and placed them as close together as they would go. He turned on the welder and started molding the two pieces together. The pieces started to look like one, he kept welding the same spot, soon it started to whither.

"Move it up and down don't stay in one place." Bront scolded.

"Okay." RK moved it up and down. All he could think about was he thought he was supposed to learn this latter on, but it didn't matter maybe this was basics. He finally got them together and started adding more. He did the same thing over and over. Soon he had a long strip of medal, he picked it up and stood it up  on the long side and dug it into the ground.

"Good job, don't know what else to say but you did good, except for screwing up more than once. So now that you are done why don't we move on." Bront said picking up the equipment.

"Alright, but I figured I get a big lecture or something..." RK said climbing out of the trench and following Bront.
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EclipseSquad

TRP/CPL RK/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA/VE [ES] [2nd Class] [CoR]

"I am the best at what I do, only what I do isn't very nice" - wolverine

Level 1: Heavy Weapons Specialist
    Story 1: Fire Support


      "Private First Class Jersh Everwind reporting for duty sir" Jersh said and saluted as he approached the desk of the Heavy Weapons Specialist Examiner. The plaque on the desk read 'Sergent Valla'. He heard the examiner clear her throat and looked up to find a silver-haired human woman staring at him. She raised her eyebrow as she seemed to look him over, judging his from his stance and appearance.

    "You are fifteen minutes early Private Jersh" she commented, pulling up his profile on her personal Datapad, he could see an upside-down imagine of his self and she read through the text. "I see here you are a recent recruit from Correlia?" She asked, feigning interest in his heritage for the sake of protocol.

    "Yes sir" Jersh replied shortly, he saw little point in discussing such a thing, but she was his superior officer after all. "I arrived from transit at 0800 local time".

    Again her eyebrow arched as if she found something rather peculiar about him. "You arrived and settled you affairs in under two hours?" She said, glancing at her datapad again, which flashed the time 1000 periodically. "Usually the raw recruits tour our facilities before being dragged to debriefing and simulation" She comment and smiled at some private memory. She stood and slipped the datapad into a pocket of her uniform. "I assume you have a basic understanding of weaponry?" She asked sarcastically and added a little joke, "You know, make sure you can point the right end of the gun at your enemy?"

    Not a single flicked of emotion crossed Jersh's face, not even a hint of a smile. Valla seemed slightly put off by his lack of humor but shrugged again, her long silver hair bobbing with the motion. "Very well then Private, follow me if you will to the simulation room". Jersh nodded and stayed two paces behind Sergent Valla as she lead him into a long hallway. Door branched off of the main hallway, hundreds of rooms by Jersh's quick estimation, but they travelled for some time before reaching their designated door. Sergent Valla turned to face him with an air of seriousness about her once more.

    "This is Simulation Room 0315B, a basic gunfire tutorial that helps our raw recruits better understand the concept of battle" She said, as if she were rehearsing from some written report. "The terrain is a basic assault style map, with yourself at the high ground and enemies surrounding you from all sides. They are provided with minimal cover in the lowest difficulty setting. You will have a team covering you with support fire, but their blasts will not count towards your score". Valla placed her hand on a panel near the door and an access hatch opened, from which Valla pulled E-11 Rifle and placed it in his hands. "You are provided with this simulated blaster and are given ten minutes to dispatch as many enemies as possible. Any questions?" She concluded with that smile on his lips once again.

    Jersh shook his head and set the blaster to 'Active' and waited near the door for Sergent Valla to give him the go-ahead. He did not like the feel of the gun in his hands and sighed that he must first go through such trials to move closer to his ultimate goal. He snapped his attention back to the present as Valla was speaking. "-so usually we set it at the lowest level for new trainees, but you look like you could handle a little more difficult situation" She said, programing the computer at the door and stepping back once she initiated the simulation.

    "Simulation 0315B - Level 5 initializing. Time limit set to ten standard minutes. Ammunition limited to One-hundred-twenty-five rounds. Team cover effectiveness, reduce. Visibility, lessened. Simulation will begin in three, two, one" The computer counted down and on the final count, the door opened and Jersh ran inside, crouched.

    Laser bolts soared over his head and the sounds of exploding artillery in the distance reached his ears. They were pinned down over a small rise and the light of two suns was fading into the horizon slowly. Jersh braced his back against a half-destroyed AT-ST walker and stole a quick glance at the small army approaching their position. The enemies darted to and from cover, never staying in the open long. Jersh closed his eyes for a moment and found his calm, cold center before rising again, bracing his arm and gun against the walker remains. He set his rifle to a higher level of power, it would consume energy faster, but his shots would be more accurate. Taking a bead on the target, he squeezed the trigger slowly. The bolt caught the man in the throat and he fell back to the ground in a shower of blood and smoke.

    "The aim is off, inches too high at this distance" Jersh muttered to himself and calculations ran through his mind. His fingers flashed over the rifle in a blur and within moments his next bolt was soaring through the air to catch another enemy dead in the chest, sending him sprawling backwards into his companions. Jersh continued to fire down on the suddenly halted assault, the enemy was ducking for cover to avoid the blasts. One hid behind what was once a view panel for a TIE fighter. With careful aim, Jersh's blast burned through the weakened material to strike him right between the eyes. After the first few moments of shock wore off, they returned fire that forced Jersh back down behind his make-shift barricade.

    The minutes passed as Jersh shifted positions to throw off the guards, each time he rose he quickly put down more of his foes. The bodies of their fallen comrades were interfering with the enemies advance as well. The ground grew slick with dark red blood, the glare of the sun did little to impede Jersh's aim. As the time limit neared he heard a yell of pain from behind him and saw two enemy troops vaulting themselves over the barricade his squad mates had formed. The member assigned to guard that flank was on down and out. The rifle was blasted from his hands as he rolled to the side to avoid enemy fire. In his roll he felt his skin cut open by shards of plasteel left behind by some previous explosion.

    Thinking quickly, he continued his roll, picking up two dagger-like shards and hurling them end over at as the enemy. One clutched as his chest as the sharp projectile pierced his heart and the other fell over as well, a like shard buried into his leg. Jersh leapt upon the last remaining enemy and formed his fingers into a rigid extension of his self and thrust at his enemies throat, crushing the windpipe easily. A loud beeping noise suddenly sounded and Jersh retrieved his rifle before standing and letting out a deep sigh of relief that the simulation was over. A counter appeared along the wall and Jersh strode over towards it.

    Jersh sighed again as he set down the E-11 Rifle and stepped back from the room. The corpses of enemy soldiers fading in the static as the simulation was terminated. Jersh stared at the simulated sunset until that too was terminated, leaving only darkness. The lights turned on once more and the door to the chamber opened, Heavy Weapons Specialist Sergent Valla walking into the chamber with a smug smile on her face.

    "An impressive body count" She said as she looked down to her datapad and then back up to him. "Particularly those last two. And here i thought you were a novice to combat" She said, looking back onto the list again that detailed Jersh Everwind's history. "There are quite a few gaps here in your past First Private Jersh". That smiled crossed her face again, one that seemed amused and impressed at the same time. "I wonder what you were do-". Jersh cut her off with a cold glare that made even a trained imperial such as Valla pause for a moment.

    "I did a little soul searching" Jersh said in a low-toned voice. One that suggested she cease that particular line of questioning. He turned back to stare at the rifle, still warm from the simulated blasts. "I do not like guns" Jersh said, abruptly changing the subject. "I prefer to fight others on more equal terms".

    Valla stared at Jersh, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open from shock at what he said. She quickly recovered and gave a nervous laugh. "Then why did you because a Heavy Weapons Specialist boy?" She asked with a mocking smile. Jersh walked away without answered and the door slid open under his touch. He paused as he was about to exit the room, but did not look back.

    "This is just a stepping stone" He whispered. With that, he left the room before Valla could respond.

Passed. Sorry about the delay. It was nicely done. Apparently you've already had extensive training and are a incredible fighter, making me wonder why you would ever have to have any training... ever. I don't know your character's past experience, so I can't judge that, but since you said you prefer to fight on equal terms and you don't like using blasters, I would have to assume you weren't an all amazing fighter with a gun. So basically, try not to make yourself a supertrooper in everything he does. You can, and I'm not going to not pass a specialty because you do it, but everyone is human.

(ooc : Aye, he is not handy with a blaster, but seeing as how there is no option to specialze in melee combat I was force to stick with this. Also he only did well because they are simluated targets, and even then he made the fatal mistake of allowing an enemy to take him from behind.... in his second spec you will see his true combat style)

Course: Vehicle Navigation
Couse Type: Practical


Saphira reported next day to the sim course. The same instructor was sitting there waiting for her. His eyes giving her a twinkle of amusement as she approached him. "What.. no real ride this time?" She asked with amusement. Pop's looked at her for a moment before giving her a smile.

"Not today. For this traning you need to navigate into any conditions. Besides, after yesterday's little stunt I'm not risking you killing us both or damaging VE property." A little irritation was in his voice as Saph smiled mentally. Score one for her.

"Alright, sense I have taken the liberty of reading your files I decided to choose a class for you." Saph's eyes opened slighty.

"Wait. I thought I was allowed.." He cut her off.

"Well then, I guess you could have Striker but with your backround I figure you'd knw it all. Are you scared?" He smiled, trying to get at her. Well it wasn't going to work. Saph kept her mouth shut.

"You will be useing the 2-M Saber-class Repulsor Tank. Now, what can you tell me about this craft?" He asked as saph rolled her shoulder.


"Rothana Heavy Engineering.2xHeavy laser cannon,1xMedium twin laser turret,2xMissile launcher. Fits a crew of  three and two passengers.After suffering multiple defeats at the hands of Rebel Alliance T2-B tanks, Imperial tank brigade commanders called upon Rothana Heavy Engineering to develop a more powerful version of the TX-130 hover tank, the Saber-class fighting vehicle introduced during the Clone Wars.

2-M Repulsor Tanks come equipped with deflector shields, repulsorlifts, and a rotating laser cannon. They also contain additional power boosters in case the main repulsorlift battery fails. Tank commanders have found another use for the power boosters however and use them to supply additional power to the guns, increasing the tank's damage output for periods of time."


She replied as pops nodded for her to get into the Sim. Strapping herself in she waited for the lights to go on. Pops voice buzzing into her com as he told her to start the craft up. Sighing she mentally cursed herself at having  having piss him off. Regardless she did as was told, flipping switches as the Sim came to life and she went lost into the war game. Pop's indeed made her go threw everything. From diffrent terrian, firefights as well as going threw citys and other remote areas. Hell he even had programed for a a heard of rancors chasing after her. Each on though she passed. A few close calls with the fire fights, but the 'team' she had with her survived and made it to their objectives. Saph's hands moved over the controls with effiency, not missing a beat until the light cut out and she was done.

"How'd I do?" she replied, jumping out of the Sim. Pop's looked at her with a nod. "You pass. Though in a real fight you need to watch out for those rancor's. " He laughed, handing her the data pad and walked away.

Spec story Level 1: Com. Tech. Story 1 Installation, Utilization, & Operation of Basic Comm. Equipment (italics are his thoughts)
    Rike walked down to the training center, today would be the first day that he would be in training to become a certified Communications Technician. He had asked about his instructor, Lt. J Fox, and Kairo said he was the best. Rike saw that there were two other students walking in and he called out, "Yo wait up", Rike said and rushed to meet them, as he got closer he realized that they were some of his friends from the academy. Mike and James stopped and waited for him.

"No way look James it's Rike, remember from the academy we all shared a bunker room together", Mike said and laughed, "What an odd chance that we all are starting communication training together isn't it?"

"I guess" James said the quieter of them; Mike was the loud "funny" trooper, while Rike would be considered "normal" of the bunch. They walked in and say that there were 5 other students there as well. They were all human, except for Mike who was a Twi'lek. Rike, James, and Mike sat down in the back of the class room, which was small due to the lack of interest in new candidates in communications. Rike looked at the front desk and saw equipment boxes and wondered what would be in them. He didn't think they would get to use any equipment today and that saddened him. It would be weeks before they actually learned what a Com. Tech. did, during the first couple of weeks they would have to learn EVERYTHING about the system and how to use, or so Kairo had told him.

All the sudden the speakers came on, "Alert, Alert: heavy Rebel troops and vehicles are advancing on our position, we have taken heavy causalities and can’t hold out another wave, immediate artillery and air support request. 124minor395alpha67kodak, again 124minor395alpha67kodak, any surrounding forces would be helpful. And then the response, Roger Trooper immediate air and ground forces are now enroot to your position and will assist with artillery as directed" A man came out of the door in the back, he looked in his 50's and had grey hair and a bread. He wore a high officer uniform and an officer cap, his vest littered with awards.  This must be Lt. Fox, Rike thought to himself, the man spoke, "That is an example of why Communications Technicians are necessary. Without them we would not be able to direct artillery, air support, or watch ours or enemy movement. During the next couple of months you will learn all the information you need to do what you just heard on the speakers, and probably save many people's lives in the process later on. Many of you are probably thinking, that exact thing isn't going to happen, a com tech won't ever make that important of a call, but that’s wrong in fact that was the call I made in at the start of the Galactic Civil War years ago." Lt. Fox sat down at the desk, "If any of you are stupid, slow, dimwitted, lazy, forgetful, or weak, get out of my class room right now, I can't train you if that applies".

Rike saw that Mike had a little sweat rolling down his check and he noticed he did as well. This is going to be harder than I thought! Rike gulped as Fox got up and walked over to the desk to his right, "Now in here are you standard equipment; a Military-grade data pad, a planetary  communications rig, a droid repair kit, a computer repair kit, a diagnostics kit, and a lightweight tool kit. And if you don't know what those are don't worry we will go over them", Fox then handed out the packs of equipment one by one. Rike got his last and slowly unwrapped his. The equipment looked alien to him; he had no idea what any of it did. Fox walked over a back table and pulled out a stack of thick textbooks, "This is your guide, treat me well, if you lose them you have to acquire another one by your own means". This time Rike was the first to get his and he opened it up, "you will be responsible for reading the entire thing as we go along and understanding it all", Rike looked at the table of contents, 900 pages great, "Why would we use a book and not a holo pad or something, well the answer is simple, as a com tech is responsible for taking care of a lot of delicate equipment and if they can't even take care of a book then they will suck as a Com Tech. In face part of your final grade and exam will depend on how well you book is by the end of this course", He sat back down, "Now tonight’s homework is simple read the first chapter and understand the basics of what each component I gave you does, Dismissed", He got up and walked out before we did.

"Wow what a bad ass", Mike said getting fired up and gather his things "I like him, to the point and riff".

"I think this will be an interesting course say the least", James responded getting up and doing the same.

"Uhhhhhhh", Rike said sitting down for a moment "I don't know if I can do this guys", Rike said looking at the text book and then back at the equipment.

    "Don't worry you will be fine Rike, you will do better than me I bet", Mike said and laughed, patting Rikes back, "Now let’s go the mess hall and grab some grub and hit this chapter". Mike said walking out the door and James followed. Rike slowly got up and started to head towards the door when he heard something crash to the floor; he turned around and saw a girl with her thing all over the floor.

"Oh dam", she said and bent over to pick them up, Rike put his stuff down on the table and rushed over and helped her pick them up. "Thank you, oh I'm Sarah Gabes" she said and put out her hand to shake.

Rike shook her hand and said, "Rike Malen", after turning and started to walk towards his stuff he heard her call out.

"Hey Rike want to go grab lunch together and study?"

"Uhhhhhhhh Sure", Rike smiled, though he was suppose to have lunch with James and Mike they certainly wouldn't mind him skipping them to go eat with a girl, he smirked, he could imagine the look on Mike's face when he saw them having lunch together. Rike looked back at Sarah; she was tall and skinny with long light brown hair and had the prettiest shade of blue for eyes. She was well filled out in other areas if Rike said so himself as well. They walked over to the lunch hall and sat down at a table towards the back. Rike saw Mike notice them from across the room and he smiled and gave a smile to Rike, At least I am off the hook with them, Rike said and laughed.

"What’s so funny?"

"Nothing, so let’s begin while we wait for the line to die down" Rike said opening his text book and Sarah nodded in agreement. They were studying for an hour and had forgotten all about getting food when the bell rang telling the soldiers to clear out and mess time was over. "Dam I guess we forgot to get food" Rike said with his stomach growling.

Sarah blushed as well, “I guess we did, hey why don’t we go get dinner together?”

Rike smirked and winked a little, “To study?”

“Not exactly”, Sarah said standing up and fixed her skirt before walking out with her books.

Mike immediately ran over and sat down when she had left, “Oh my god, Rike you lucky bastard you”, he said with a grin all across his face.  Rike got up and left to go get a shower and get ready.


Rike walked into the classroom the next day after his date, which had gone well. He sat at the back once again with his friends Mike and James; he put his stuff down as Lt. Fox walked in. “Good morning class” He said with a yawn.

“Good morning sir”, everyone in the class responded. Sarah looked back at Rike and smiled with a slight blush, Rike returned unaware of his blush as well. Mike giggles and James rolled his eyes.

Fox coughed and said, “Class today we will have a pop quiz over the basics on the equipment and the information on Chapter 1, which I hoped you all read, otherwise you will just enjoy this little test” he said with a smirk. He passed out all of the papers. Rike go his and looked at it he started the questions which were easy enough, due to Sarah and him studying through lunch yesterday he felt he understood the chapter well enough. After 10 minutes Fox collected the papers and gave it to an unnoticed droid by his desk, has that always been there?

Fox went on to explain some of the information that they would be learning over the course. Rike was taking notes during the whole thing, while Mike on the other hand was asleep, he could hear him snoring from his desk. After a couple of minutes into the lecture the droid spoke in droid speak informing the Lt. that the tests were graded. The droid passed them out, using their ids to figure out who was who.  Rike got a perfect score on his, James made no notion as to what he got but Rike leaned over and saw that he also had a perfect score. He did not need to ask Mike because he let out a gasp and saw that he had missed half of the questions on the test. “Did you even study Mike?” Rike asked still staring at the grade his friend had gotten.

“Uhhhh….uhmmmm…uhhhhh…” Mike said getting flustered.

“Which means that he hasn’t Rike” James said not even looking up as he stored his test results in his new datapad, “you two should do the same it will make it easier in the long run when you are trying to find out what you need to work on.” Rike nodded and added it as well, I wonder what Sarah got, I hope she did well.

“Class now we will go over in detail each item now. First let’s start with the datapad I gave you. Most of you know how to work one, but there are more features and we will also be learning how to break it apart and fix it…….” Fox went on to explain the datapad. Rike listen carefully and took detailed notes on the lecture. “Okay tomorrow w will begin the discussion of how to use the planetary communications rig, Dismissed” Fox said with a salute. After returning the salute James, Mike and Rike went to the bar to have a few drinks.

“So Rike how was your date last night, oh good buddy”, Mike said after ordering the first round of drinks.

    “It was good, we are going to a concert tomorrow”, Rike said as the drinks got there, “So Mike, you actually going to study from now on” Rike said and both him and James laughed.  Mike cursed him out and drank took a drink.

“Seriously, failing this will look bad on your record Mike”, James said taking a sip of his own drink.

Mike scratched his head and said, “Well yeah I won’t be making that mistake again”, Mike said and laughed. They talked about class, life in the army, and woman for the next hour until James got up about to leave, “Bye James see you tomorrow” Mike said finishing his fourth drink.

“Yeah see you later”, Rike said with a nod taking a drink of his third.

“Later guys”, James said and left.



The following day they were told loads upon load of information about the basic equipment that they had been giving it. They could put it into pieces and then put it together in a minute.  They all wondered what they would learn the next day after learning there basic equipment

“Now I know that you are all wondering what we will do now huh?” Fox said wondering around the front of the room. “Well now we learn the basics of the field equipment, now you all have your OmniNode Communications Set, this will be your basic battlefield set, aside from your personal comlinks that you can acquire and figure out on your own. Now to begin I will tell you some basic info. The range of the OmniNode is 50 km and can go into low orbit…..” Fox went on and on about everything he could about the OmniNode Communications Set. Class was twice as long as usual today and everyone was overloaded with information, Rike could tell. “Now before we end for today, all the information I have gone over can be review in your datapad. Just put OmniNode info in your search and it should come up, dismissed” he said and saluted.

Rike met up with Sarah after the class let out, “Man that was rough wasn’t it” he said as he approached her smiling, it had been a while since they had had a chance to talk.

“Yeah it was” She said and stopped and kissed him on the cheek, they weren’t officially going out but it was just that unofficially. Rike smiled and blushed as they walked towards a fountain to go study on the OmniNode. After about an hour of studying Rike got a call.

“Yes?’’ Rike asked as he answered his personal 3-mal comlinks.

“Yo Rike, it Mike. Yeah me and James are going to a club tonight, you in?’ Mike responded.

“Sure, talk to you later Mike’’, He said and hung up on his friend.

He closed his books; “Well I got to go Sarah see yah tomorrow” he said and hugged her goodbye and left. He went home and studied a little more trying out the OmniNode with his other comlinks, Rike had bought so many just to try different sets and producers to find the ones that he liked. After that he changed and went to the club with Mike and James….


Over the next couple of day they learned a lot about the OmniNode. They learned how to connect it to vehicles to increase the range. How to store and clean it, how to add a few extras and tweak it for better performance and reliability. For one week they even went to a verity of course outside and did mock runs on using the com set under fire, snow, heat, etc. They had a week off to prepare themselves for the final exam.  What it would be and what it would cover they didn’t.

Rike had became close to Sarah and the two had spent almost all nights together doing something even if they were just hanging out in Rikes condo or her apartment. Mike and James were now also friends of Sarah and they also were with them a lot. But now it was the morning of the final exam and Rike knew that not all of them were going to pass the exam, for Lt. Fox would make the test be hard enough so only a few would pass and the rest would retake the course, possibly with a different teacher. They knew this because Fox had said it himself the day before in a message they had got on there datapads.


Rike woke up the morning of the exam in cold sweat, man what a scary dream I had, Rike thought. He had dreamt that he would be the only one to fail and that Sarah would hate him and Mike and James would stop talking to him. He took a shower and went to the mess hall afterwards for breakfast. There he saw Mike cramming in notes that Rike had lent him the night before, “Good Morning Mike” Rike said as he sat down and started to eat.

“Busy….Rike…..studying….for….exam….one…..hour”, he said not even looking up.

After forty five minutes Rike and Mike met up with James and walked towards the class room. They went in the class room which was abuzz with activity. Everyone was in last minute review and were comparing notes to make sure theirs were right or to ask a question. Rike and his friends sat down when he noticed Sarah walk in. Rike gave her a quick nod and smile, which of course was returned.

Lt. Fox walked in full combat gear and dragging a bag behind him, “Good day all”, he said as he put the bag down by his desk and walked to the podium. “Now first we will have the written part of your exam. This is worth 25% of it, the text books, which will be returned afterwards, are another 25% graded on their condition. The last 50% is a surprise that will be explained later on”, Fox bellowed as he passed out the tests. Rike was on his last nerve, I can’t fail, I can’t, was the only thought that popped into his mind as he thought about the dream he had last night.

He opened his test booklet and began the test. The beginning was easy, it was about the basic equipment they got the first day, okay what is the main function of the datapad given to you, well B- to keep track of dates, codes, situations, notes, and other notable things that a Communications Technician will need but not necessary remember.  He flipped to section two of the written test, hmm a whole section on the OmniNode, I studied this thing inside and out. Should be a piece of cake. Rike started it okay and then approached the third and final part of the test; it was something they hadn’t studied, reasons. It turned out to be more of a questionnaire and was still a very difficult part. They were asked questions that they never thought about. Like why is the NR the bad guys and we are we the VE the good guys? Rike had to think long and hard about that one, this was his answer; they aren’t, there is no such thing as good or evil in war, only the sides themselves. Rike knew why Kairo said he was the best teacher now, he didn’t give you the information and tell you to use it for the good of the VE he gave you the information and told you to do what you felt was right, which in Rike’s mind was the Vast Empire. Rike smiled as he finished the test, it took another hour of work for some of the others to finish theirs.

Fox collected all the tests and gave them to the droid and spoke up, “Now for the fun part, you will be sent out into the forest in a simulator that will put you in the middle of a battle. You goal is to get up the hill with the rest of your “Squad” and call down to the men on the base and tell them it’s clear to come up and then radio HQ and call for a lift”, he said with a smirk as everyone in the room looked shocked, “Oh and one more thing, if you die in the simulator you fail” he let out a laugh and looked on the screen in the front of the room, “now let’s see.. Rike you are first up come with me, the rest of you keep your datapads on you, I will contact you via that” he finished and went to the back room and gestured Rike to follow.

Rike got up slowly and followed him into the back as the others picked up their stuff and headed out.  Inside the back room Rike saw the VR chair he would sit in and a monitor computer as well as another computer of unknown purpose. “Get in boy”, Lt. Fox barked at Rike. Rike got in it and strapped in and Fox put the helm over his head and sat down at the desk…..


Inside the VR Rike saw trees everywhere and heard the bloody screams of people and creatures far off, “Rike get it together, we have to lead the assault up that hell there and signal the all clear to the rest of the men and that means you must live Rike, got it”, a man with a slight bread and looked in his forties, Must be my squad command, Rike nodded and saw that his “squad” was him and the commander and two other men, great the others must already be dead, thanks for telling  us Lt. Rike picked up his E-11 Blaster Rifle and started to walk forward towards the forest edge with his squad.

At the edge they all let out various war chants and calls as they broke into a sprint.   
    “For the Vast Empire!”
    “For the Empire!”
    “Die mother fuc..”
     “Vengeance!”

    Rike felt tired already, they hadn’t practiced running with the packs on and it was heavy. Can’t slow down must go forward, stop and die; forward and pass. Rike felt the heat of beams and bullets as they whizzed past him. They reached the base of the hill and hit the ground. Rike let out a grunt, dam the pack hurts when I do that, dammit. Rike brought fourth his gun which was hard with the pack pulling his arms; he let off a few ineffective shot before being called to contain the run. I know why Fox laughed now, rotten bastard why do we have to do this? Rike said as they approached and abandoned trench. They threw a fragmentation grenade in, just in case.  After the explosion they rushed in and aimed once again up the hill. This time Rike managed to hit one and kill him. Rike smiled but soon lost it when a blast went over his head, dammit Rike watch it, and there is no room for a mistake now. 

They waited until the enemy up top were mostly reloading and made a charge to a pile of rubble a few hundred meters ahead of them. They all made it but the squad captain took a graze, nothing serious but it could if left untreated. Dam where is doc when you need him, Rike laughed to him quietly as the men up top unloaded another round of shots at them. This time Rike and the captain charged up to rubble just up a couple of meters forward. Man this is hard with the pack, Rike noticed. The rest of the squad provided cover fire which succeed in killing a couple.

They didn’t hear anything from the gunners on the hill and one of his squad mates stood up only to shot through many time. “Shit”, Rike called out as he pulled a grenade off his vest and threw it over the wall. He could feel it when it went off, the heat rushing over his face and he could hear screams, indicating that he had hit at least one of them.  The Captain and Rike leaned to either side and laid surprising fire as the last member of their squad moved up and they fought their way to the next rubble pile. After fighting for a few more minutes they managed to kill the rest of the enemy off and processed to the top of the hill, where Rike easy finished his goal….

Rike stretched as he got out of the simulator, “uhh…Lt. I have a question?” Rike nervously asked.   

“Yes Rike?” Lt. Fox said as he finished reading the results of the simulator on the monitor.

“Well what was the point of that, we all can operate the system with ease, that wasn’t changeling to call the men and HQ…” Rike said looking at the screen trying to figure out what it meant.

Lt. Fox laughed, “That wasn’t the test Rike,” He said and laughed again.

“Huh”, Rike said confused, “What do you mean it wasn’t the test?”

“Rike, the true goal was to see if you had what it takes to actually be able to fight and follow other orders effectively even with your com gear. And guess what you pass; you are now moving onto the Communications Operations, Procedures, and Techniques course. You will learn more about what to say and not like you said, “Hey its all clear HQ objective complete” you will learn codes, keywords, military slang, and all that stuff in the next course"

Rike stepped out of the back room with a huge smile on his face………

Good. One of the better com stories I've read. Two things. 1. I edited the post so it was spaced correctly. Please don't over space it. One space between each paragraph is plenty. 2. Check for grammar and spelling. There are a couple mistakes in the whole thing, so make sure to look for those in your next story. Storywise, it was good. You wrote about everything pertaining to the Specialty and then some more with the character development. Good job

Combat Engineer Level 1: Electrical Systems
Story 2: Electrical Systems

Jersh heard his alarm sounding and groaned softly, wishing that he could sleep just a little bit longer. He knew he could not however; it was his fault for staying up so late. He lifted his face to find it stuck to the page of an electrical engineering book he had been studying until early in the morning. Ever since his first ‘test’ he had sworn to himself to be prepared for the next time he was to meet with the Combat Engineer Specialist Officer. He had followed through on that promise with a vigor that surprised even himself. He just hoped that would be enough to meet the expectations of what he referred to as his ‘teacher’. Jersh was still sleepy eyed when he heard the door to his quarters open and a familiar laugh filled his ears.

“At it again Jersh?” Saphira asked him with that lovely smirk on her face as he closed the door behind her. Jersh had given her access to his quarters a long while ago and he enjoyed her frequent visits. She gave him strength when he had little left from his lack of sleep, as well as easing his sense of being alone in this facility. He felt his bunk shift as she sat down next to him then lay down and cuddled up next to him, her warmth spreading to his own body. “You should get going Hun. You do not want to be late for your lecture” She whispered to him, wrapping her arms around him.

“I know M’Lady” He said, her smile was infectious and soon he was grinning as well. He gave her a deep kiss, which she returned with that passion that he had fallen in love with almost instantly. He stood and slipped on his uniform quickly as Saphira attempted to somewhat tame his hair. Unfortunately, she failed to make the hair look any better than normal and gave up with a frustrated sigh and gave Jersh a kiss goodbye as he left for the office.

~_~_~_~_~ Time Lapse ~_~_~_~_~_~

Jersh cracked his neck from side to side as he sat in the lecture room with a fair number of other soldiers that wished to expand their minds in the field of technology. There was a lot of chattering occurring around the room, very little of it had to do with the subject of the lecture however. The officer he was first tested by entered the room and the noise finally quieted down, which Jersh was quite thankful for. He neared the podium and cleared his throat as he faced the class and prepared for his lecture. There was a holo-projector set up on the wall behind him and it flickered to life to show the insignia of the Vast Empire slowly rotating.

“You are all here today to learn of the various uses of Electrical Systems in the field of combat. To put it simply, it only has as many uses as your imagination can create. There are millions of situations that could arise on the battlefield where technology could make or break a mission. It is up to YOU to find the best way to resolve the situation and it is my job to help you get those lump of flesh you call brains thinking” He lectured, his voice keeping the attention of every student in the room. Jersh nodded in recognition of his skill. It was obvious to him why the higher-ups had made this man an officer in charge of lecturing younger recruits. He snapped his mind back to the present as the officer continued. “These skills will help you from something as simple as opening a locked-down blast door, to reprogramming enemy systems to suit your own needs instead of theirs. This particular maneuverer is very important to master, for it weakens your opponent and strengthens you and your allies at the same time. A soldier cannot ask for a greater blessing in the heat of a battle.”.

Jersh listened through the rest of the lecture as the officer explained various situations of what to do in certain situations and to adapt these lessons to the surroundings of a mission. The holo-projector assisted him in this task by displaying the various schematics of the devices he mentioned. Soon the class winded down towards the end and a set of data-pads were passed out amongst the students. “I expect you to have cracked open a book since the last lecture, show me what you know” was all the officer said before taking a seat and watching over the students as they took this ‘exam’. His eyes met with Jersh’s for just a moment and he gave a nod as if to encourage Jersh. With renewed confidence, Jersh set to work on the exam. He breezed through the first few problems, but they grew steadily more difficult as the test wore onward. The problems were more or less scenarios that a group may encounter on a mission through an enemy base, dealing with locked blast doors and basic security grids that had to be disabled as quickly as possible to continue onwards. Jersh snickered silently as he remembered the advice the officer had given him last time and work his own words into his answers.

Midway through he ran across a particular problem that gave him some trouble. It was about rewiring a security camera to replay a loop-feedback image that would make a corridor appear empty to the security guards as he squad travelled through enemy territory. He looked down at his answer and felt as though he were missing a critical part of the process.... but for the life of him, he could not remember what it was. With a sigh, Jersh was forced to move on to the next problem.

Jersh was soon on the final problem, gazing at the schematics for a standard turret emplacement that was bound to show up in one of his mission eventually. The problem said to find a way to neutralize the turret, which to Jersh seemed rather vague. Then he recalled the officer’s earlier words, “A soldier cannot ask for a greater blessing in battle than to turn an enemy’s weapon against them”. With a devious smile then wrote out the technical steps to rewrite the turrets programming to fire not on hostiles, but on friendly targets. With a sigh he finished and he looked around the room to find it mostly empty, the pads face down. He looked down to see a score of 89% on the test and raised his eyebrow at it. As he walked out the lecture hall he glanced at the officer who surprisingly gave him a small wink. “Much better boy” he whispered then turned his attention back to the class. Jersh kept his face a perfect blank and nodded this thanks before leaving the room and walking back towards his quarters. He hoped that Saphira was still in so they could celebrate together, with that thought he finally allowed a hint of a smile to show on his lips.

Passed. It was still a tiny bit short, but the last few paragraphs were bulky and you showed your character progressing along nicely. The bit of CD at the beginning was nice too. Hopefully as you continue with these, you'll push yourself to make them even better.

Combat Engineer Level 2: Fortifications and Defense
Story 1: Field Fortifications


Another lecture had passed and Jersh stayed behind again as usual. He had a notebook spread out across the desk he set at. Some considered this form on note taking as archaic, but it seemed to help Jersh focus his thoughts. For the past several meetings his teacher, who he finally learned was called ‘Skirm’, had been covering a new lesson. These lessons consisted of fortifications and how to see the use of everything surrounding you. Jersh glanced down as his notes and read over a little of what they had covered today. He noted that Skirm concentrated heavily that their own creativeness is what would save them on the battlefield.


“It is not lack of options that gets a soldier killed” He had said one class, “But the lack of imagination.” Jersh continued to read over the notes about the construction of temporary barriers. “What you need to know is that any bit of material can be used to hinder the enemy. Scraps of metal can be used to set a devious trap. Fallen walkers and downed fighters can be scavenged for the materials needed to build a shelter. Heavy metals can be used to form crude walls that will funnel your enemy into a tight space where you can blast them one by one. Overwhelming numbers mean nothing if they cannot be used all at once.” As Jersh read over these notes, he nodded in agreement at what Skirm had said. He knew much of this way true, and he had memorized the holos that were displayed as examples of what to do.

In one, there was a squad of troopers that were on the battlefield. The battle was still in full swing but many of the squad were injured and needed to receive medical care. The medic was unable to fully concentrate due to the constant threat of stray fire all around them. Then the Combat Engineer of the group left the group with a nod to the squad leader, he knew perfectly well what he was doing. He slipped up over the small crater they had taken refuge in and scanned the immediate area. There was a small contingent of enemy soldiers making their way across the field and they would soon pass in front of a downed AT-AT walker. The walker appeared to have been hit from the side, but the head still appeared intact. The computer generated combat engineer made his way to the pilot’s compartment and shoved the dead out of the seats. He bashed open the control panel and began to hotwire various circuits that still held power. He did not have much time, and looked up out the viewport to see that the squad was now directly in front of the walker. With a prayer, he hit the controls and a steady stream of blaster fire erupted from the walker’s laser turrets. The enemy contingent was decimated by the time the blasters died out, consuming the last of the power that had remained.

Skirm paused the holo at that moment and Jersh blinked. He had been taking careful note of just which wires the man had crossed and admired just how smoothly his hands had sorted them out. “This is another situation you must be aware of. Scavenging parts on the battlefield is not cakewalk. There could be enemy troops crawling everywhere, you must take every advantage that is available to you if you wish to survive. Now there may not be a situation as convenient as having a downed walker right next to you. But there could be other means of either ambushing or using a salvaged piece of equipment against the enemy. Just remember not to blow yourself up trying to repair something that appears too unstable.” With that, he let the holo continue to play and Jersh turned his attention back to the image.

The man slipped out of the cockpit and climbed along the side of the walker, prying at loose plates of armor. He found a large amount that was near the point of the blast that had downed the walker. Although the metal was scorched, he was certain that it would be able to repel blaster fire as well as the elements. With great strength and stamina befitting of a well-trained storm trooper, He hauled panel by panel to push into the crater. The holo seemed to lapse time until he had enough to work with the design he must have had in his head. His primary goal was to create a shelter that would be stable enough for them to repel a regular ground assault. Before he began however, he filled his hands with the mud of damp crater and smeared it over the metal plates he had retrieved to help them blend in with the shadows of the crater. Once the camouflage was completed, he pulled out his cutting laser and began to work.

The holo was paused again and with a few buttons, Skirm caused the image to focus in on the cutting laser. “This is the most important tool you will ever need in the construction of any obstacles or barriers. It can be used to cut even the hardest alloys to suit your needs and as well as fusing the metal pieces together to form a strong bond. You should never go on a mission without this tool; you must make it seem like second nature to have it strapped onto your belt.” Jersh nodded in agreement again as the holo began once more.

The trooper ushered the rest of his team into a corner of the crater and formed a perimeter around them. He built the wall only a few feet high so they had to lie down in order to be comfortable. A building lower to the ground would be much harder to spot from both ground troops and from the air. He used his cutting laser to weld the metal plates together, being sure to allow a generous amount of overlapping to insure it of strength. The roof was the more challenging part and by far the longest process. He had to support the metal with one hand and weld carefully with the other. Soon however, the building was complete and not a moment too soon. They heard the artillery shells exploding above them as the enemy carpet bombed the area. Loud pings came from the roof as sharp bits of shrapnel embedded themselves deep into the metal. They could see the mud outside the small hole that the engineer had left so they could move in and out of the shelter. It looked as if it were raining as the mud constantly shifted form, glinting piece of durasteel shone in the red light of further explosions. With that, the holo ended and the lights brightened one more.

“Although it is rather dramatized, this is indeed a common situation on the battlefield” Skirm said, shuffling his own papers at his podium. “I expect you all to take this lesson to heart and learn that speed in constructing you barriers and shelters are everything. There is no telling when an enemy will begin to fire their artillery.”

Jersh’s flashback of the lesson ended and he straightened his notes once more. He looked at the different thoughts he had added on the lecture for today and felt a sense of satisfaction that Skirm was somehow familiar to him. Almost as if they were of the same mindset in some ways. With a nod a Skirm he took his notes and left the classroom heading towards the simulation rooms. He had a few ideas that he wanted to try out for himself.

Heavy Weapons Specialist Story 8: Weapons Emplacement

"Keep those weapons firing!" Alater roared out as he ran through the trenches. Trench warfare was one of the worst things that an army could be put through, and here he was, just to prove that he could keep the weapons of these men in the right place. As shells blasted away at their position and blaster bolts flew over their head it was Alater's job to keep everything working at peak capacity. For this he was running back and forth between the trenches dug into no-man's land and the very rear trenches of the artillery. The enemy never really stopped moving, and neither did they. As reinforcements came and new men fed into the fire people and machines had to be moved so that the line did not break.

"Move your ass private! I want that E-Web firing yesterday!" Alater screamed as he began to assemble an E-Web. The process usually took about five minutes with this new technology but in inexperienced hands it could take forever and even blow up in your face. The key part was placing it in such a manner that even a greeny like Private Davis here could hit something through the cross fire. That was really the important part, making sure you kept your enemy inbetween the fire of your men from different squads.

"Keep that generator from overheating and you'll be fine. Kill some rebel scum." Alater said as heard his CommLink begin to crackle as a voice tried to play over the encrypted channel.

"Coporal Alater, the AAMTs have got here in time and..." The voice cut out as the scream of starfighters blotted out all sound. Alater whipped his head around to try to catch site of the perpetrating ships, but only caught a slight flicker of light as an explosion came through the Comm.

"That was a squad of B-Wings and they just started hammering our position. We need those guns here and now!" Came the clipped voice over the Comm and Alater was running before the request was formally complete.

"This is Corporal Alater, Weapon Head, calling AAMT artillery leader. Halt advance and prepare for placement orders " Alater barked out over his comm as he approached the position of the AAMTs. Their two anti air cannons made them rather obvious and he knew exactly where they'd be. With a range that nearlly reached the upper layers of atmosphere and their automatic target program they were the bane of all pilots, especially slow bombers, which worked perfectly to Alater's advantage. The problem was making enough of a spread for them to be any use.

"Vehicle Crewman!" Alater called out as he got to the lead tank that had stopped in their line, cannons turned towards the battlefield. A vabrak hopped out of the main cabin of the vehicle. Short brown hair, dark eyes of green and an eerie smile somehow made Alater think of a ghost. This man had better not give him any lip. Something about him just bugged Alater.

"Vehicle Crewman Malone reporting Coporal. How can we be of assistance to the Empire?" He asked, shaking hands with the large barabel, all the while showing no fear for his own life. I suppose as they get older they remember we all serve the Empire here.

"Look, we've got to move these tanks into a 45 degree spread. B-Wings, though slow, cause a lot of damage and have a lot more manuevablity then your artillery. In order to keep our fire controlled and leave no gaps we have to space them easily within each other's firing arc. Remind your men that they need to call their targets and work together. We don't need people slipping through because two idiots fired at the same target and forgot another. I won't have loss of life for the Empire because your men can't do their jobs right. If all goes well, this battle will be wrapped up soon." Alater said, and held his hand for a map which the crewman produced quickly from an unseen pack.

"I need your tanks here, here...and her," Alater said as he pointed to a few places on the map, all at 45 degree angles and spaced nearlly a quarter mile from each other to leave nearlly a mile of overlap area of the firing arcs. The vehicle crewman nodded as he looked over the map and marked the places and the coordinates. He wrapped it up and moved back to his tank and with a call over the Comm the vehicles were on the move. Alater sighed and flexed a few muscles and started to relax when the Comm Link began to crackle again as somebody else tried to enter the encrypted channel.

"Weapons Head, we've got 4 Dx-9s that need an LZ." Came the sound of an air controller over the Comm.

"Finally!" Alater called in excitement over the Comm. "I've been waiting for these troopers all day! We've only got two in-trench landing zones but you can land the third at area T-17. A gunship blasted the crap out of one of our bunkers there, and only the roof seems to have survived. We may lose a few of them as that LZ is hot, but I think the Dx-9 can handle it. Make sure empty both of their tubes and all of their guns on their descent. If this goes correctly this should finish the battle. I need to report to the Battlefield Commander." Alater said as he ended the Comm. If they followed his directions those troopers would provide much needed bodies to climb over the trenches and with the help of the anti-air guns and E-Webs the stormtroopers should be able to infiltrate the rebel trenches and begin the long await extermination.

Passed, you got the concepts down and have enough content in it to make it interesting.

"It's almost time." Alater thought to himself as he walked out of the barracks, a large weaponry droid following behind him with a hovercart containing a crate. Inside this crate were several weapons, all of which he had been given to study well. If he passed this class he would advance towards his certification exams; those were going to take forever. He was a Heavy Weapons Specialist though, from the smallest blaster to the largest cannon, he had to know ho to operate it and at maximum efficiency for the sake of his squad mate's lives and his own. This was his mission right now, to be the best he could be when it came to the weapons of the Empire and else where in the galaxy. Failure was never an option.

As always his class was in the same bleak building, following the path he had walked probably one hundred times by now. Finding his classroom, he walked towards the back and sat down. Around him was one or two familar faces, people he had seen before in his courses, but nobody he could call a friend. The instructors by now all seemed to look the same, some tall and some short, but they all shared that same half bored look that designated them as a person that had seen more glorious days then teaching men that would probably die within the next year or two. That was life in the Army.

"Alright, let's get this done and over with." The instructor said, turning to his datapad.

"As you all know, today is your final examination. You have all been given ample time to prepare for this and even been given a short list of weapons and armaments that we will be testing you over. The following will be the subject matter of your concise yet final test: DC-15 Blaster Pistol, SR Combat Pistol, E-11 Blaster Rifle, and the Adjudicator Hold-Out Slugthrower Pistol. You should not find this test too difficult. I will pass out your tests momentarilly and you may begin your exam. Good luck." Voiced the instructor as he began to weave across the room, dropping random test sheets on desks. As he did he collected the boxes of weaponry and stacked them in a corner. When Alater recieved his he removed the seal with a claw and began.

1. List the maker, main user profile, range, ammunition type, weapon type, and magazine size for each of the following weapons: DC-15 Blaster Pistol, SR Combat Pistol, E-11 Blaster Rifle, and Adjudicator Hold-Out Slugthrower Pistol.

Alater thought about it for a minute before he began to write, his good memory serving him well as always.

The DC-15 Blaster pistol was made by BlasTech Industries. They were the standard side arm of special forces units in the Army of the Republic, especially the Republic Commandos. It has a medium range for a blaster pistol, about 40m with good accuracy. Using a unique self-charging dynamic energy cell, the DC-15 charges its energy from the sorounding atmosphere. The DC-15 is a Blaster Pistol and holds a nearly infinite magazine though it must have its tibanna gas reserves changed ever one thousand shots.

The SR Combat Pistol is a Blaster Pistol made by SoroSuub. The weapon was mainly used by pilots and vehicle crewman of the Imperial Army. It sacrificed range and firepower for a lighter weight and smaller size. It fires a standard blaster bolt, holds a magazine of one hundred and twenty shots, and has a range of 25m.

The E-11 Blaster rifle is made by BlasTech Industries. They are the basic and standard firearm for the Imperial armed forces. With good accuracy and a punching power the E-11 has maintained its position as the best and most reliable weapon on a mass scale for the Imperial forces. It is a standard Blaster Rifle. It holds a magazine of one hundred bolts and has a range varying with settings. It also contains a collapsable stock and x2 scope.

The Adjudicator Hold-Out Slughthrower Pistol was made by Czerka industries and is your standard slug throwing pistol. It is weilded by those that wish to kill only one or two people and escape quickly, usually leaving the cheap weapon behind. It requires little in the way of maintance and only carries a magazine of four shots. Its range varies on the skill of the user.

2. Explain the difference between a Blaster Pistol and a Slugthrower Pistol.

A Blaster Pistol uses tibanna gas to charge and expel a Blaster Bolt from the pistol, while a Slugthrower used an explosive chemical to fire a solid projectile ("slug") at high velocity. The Blaster Pistol along with blaster technology originally outstretched the more primitive slugthrower weaponry as they caused much higher damage. The armor genres then began to change to deflect blasterbolts, and the effectiveness of slugthrowers rose as they could shred through the new, lighter armor easily.

The test continued for almost a hour. Every aspect of the weaponry was covered, from the finer points of their firing machisms to the origin of the weapon itself. Alater felt he did well as he checked over his answers again. They all looked quite satisfactory to himself and none of the problems had given him any trouble, and feeling quite full of himself he handed his test into the instructor, a toothy grin on his face.

"Very well Corporal, you are dismissed. Good luck and your results shall be messaged to you along with a final grade for this class. I hope you did well." The instructor stated as Alater turned to march from the class, finally done.


Spotted a few minor spelling errors, otner than that good work, and Passed, Qualification Exams are next. We already talked about those.