Namyr quickly threw Rogueboy and herself up against a wall she used her body as a shield to press him up against the wall, it was the first time since Rogue became a trooper that he wished their armour was not made of plastoid, and was instead made of something less hard.

The guards came around the corner and walked up to Patch, one of them tapped Patch on his head and said. "Just some cleaning droid, told you it was nothing."

Namyr murmured to Rogueboy, "You get the one on the right, all get the guard on the left,"

The female trooper leaped out and hit the guard closest to her with the flat of her sword, the other guard backed up a few feet in shock before turning around in order to run. "Rogue hit him with you're stun gun," Namyr cried out.

The metal handling of his pistol against his gloved hand made Rogue feel powerful as he drew his arm back and threw it with all his strength. The gun seemed to spin as it hit the guard in the back, the guard fell to the ground as if he was stunned. Namyr looked at Rogue. "How did you do that?" She asked.

The guard was laid flat out on the ground, Rogue looked at her and shrugged. "I...don't know."

Patch began beeping excitedly, which made Rogue laugh. "Patch shocked him with his electric pike, not wonder I didn't know they were so close together I didn't see the spark. Let's tie these guys up and proceed with the mission, I need another drink."

The two of them tied up the two guards with the roll of duct tape Rogue had pilfered from the first aid kit, making sure to bound their hands, legs, and mouthes tightly Rogue than grabbed his blaster pistol from the ground.

The trio moved further and they encountered a holocamm sitting on top of a door and aimed directly vertical to the door frame. "Poodoo, what do you do now?" Rogue asked in his exalted state of drunk.

"Not sure." Namyr said, Patch's beeps seemed to come out muffled as if he lowered his audio signals.

"Patch says he could just go up to the socket and make the image on the camm freeze so that it looks like no one is there if anyone was looking at it. Of course they would see him but they would most likely assume its a maintenance droid doing its rounds." Rogue recited from his HUD.

Patch treaded his way to the door and used his interface access tool in order to connect himself to the scomp link, the IAT (Interface Access Tool) rotated clockwise showing that he was accessing what he could from it. Almost immediately a file was waiting for Rogue to download; which he did, it was a map of the complex. "Patch is the holocamm down, and did you send this to everyone in the squad?"

The little droid beeped in the affirmative as the door in front of him hissed open. Rogueboy changed his frequency to squad. "This is Rogueboy, you should all have your maps, this is complete with security details, droid maintenance schedules, and automated defenses. We also have entrance into what should be the..." Rogue looked at the map. "Break room."

Stealing this droid was perhaps one of the best things I ever did. Rogue thought to himself as Namyr and him crept their way to the door.
 
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He will give them death, and they will love him for it -Gladiator

TRP/CPL_Rogueboy/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][ES-FirstClass][CDS]

The moment seemed to freeze as Namyr fell to the ground, Rogue resisted the urge to laugh as she landed flat on her bum bum, the guard lowered his rifle to kill Namyr, Rogue lost all sense of humour and let out a bellow before he charged using his shoulder to ram the man over. They fell together in a heap the man quickly overpowering Rogue and ending up on top. The guard used the side of his rifle to choke Rogue. "Namyr, a little help." Rogue managed to cough out.

Namyr was in shock as the blood flowed from her nose, staining her white armour. The guard was nearby on top of Rogue, and Patch was nowhere to be found.

The little droid was still at the socket trying to reconfigure the automated security defenses, in the entire installation there were, fifteen holocamms, and three automated turrets, which used a holocamm to identify a target from a less than twenty degree picture of the target's facial imprint.

Rogue managed to free a hand from under the guards knees he reached for his stun gun which he managed to touch with his finger tips but could not grasp, it was simply out of reach. I'm not going to die like this, if he finished me off he will alert the NR base the entire squad will die and he will kill Namyr first, well technically second but everyone is going to die. Rogue reached into one of the twin holsters at his side and withdrew his SH9, he hit the man upside the head as hard as he could.

The guard released pressure on the down trooper's throat, Rogue seemed to lose focus as he continued beating the man with his sidearm, his vision blurred whether this was from lack of oxygen or the madness that seemed to take control of him. Finally Rogue felt a light tapping on his shoulder. "I think you may have killed him." Namyr's voice said, calm and controlled.

Blood seemed to be pooling from the head of the guard, Rogue took a deep breath his throat hurt as did his arms. Must of pulled a muscle. Note to self don't drink before a mission. Turning to Namyr, Rogue asked. "Can you check his pulse? I want to know whether I should bother taping him or not."
 
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He will give them death, and they will love him for it -Gladiator

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"Err...Sure." Rogueboy started mentally swearing at himself for being unable to come up with a more immediate and definite answer. Err...Sure, yourself, couldn't come up with a better one could ya? Shut up your drunk and tired and need someplace to sleep this off.

"I need to tell Darr I semi-compromised our objectives." Rogue sighed before  making sure his comlink is set on squad mode. "Darr, I accidentally killed someone on this mission, was a hand to hand battle and it got out of hand."

"I thought Namyr went with you, wasn't she supposed to help you?" Darr said.

"Sir, she was incapacitated at the time, valiantly holding her own against another guard." Rogue lied.

"Continue with the objectives, I will have a word with you after the mission." Darr ordered.

Namyr's nose seemed more crooked than he remembered it, That's because it's broken, don't be an arse help her reset it. "Namyr do you want me to reset your nose? I'll try to be gentle."

The red Twi'lek cautiously looked at Rogue as if disbelieving the fact that he would be gentle. "Do you even know how to properly set a nose?"

Nodding his head Rogue answered. "I've set three so far, I tried to reset my own once didn't do that one properly, hence the crookedness. I've set Leon's once; looks pretty straight to me, and I think I set Aeos's not sure on that one. Still up for it?"

Namyr slowly nodded her head. Rogue took off his helmet and gloves and began lightly feeling Namyr's nose for where the break was. In a few seconds he felt bumps where there should be none, Rogue looked into Namyr's eyes. "I found the break you will feel severe pain but it will be short lasting, are you ready?"

The Twi'lek gave Rogue a brave smile. "Go for it, I'm tougher than you think."

Lime eyes locked into yellow ones as Rogue quickly twisted his fingers; an audible crack accompanied the movement. Namyr's eyes snapped shut and reopened with tears in them. "Are you alright?" Rogue asked with concern in his voice.


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

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"By the way, I'm not letting you take the blame for this whole incident," Namyr mentioned her voice bland as she spoke through their private radio, "As soon as we get back to the base I'm going to tell Darr what happened. You shouldn't get punished because of my rookie behavior. Besides, I'm not as drunk as you, so I can pass as sober, so I won't get the brig like you would if you took the blame," Namyr said and then poked Rogue's chest armor with her finger, "And don't argue, you have more to lose then I do."

Rogue stared at Namyr with newfound respect usually most recruits let him take the blame, after all Darr usually wants him to take care of the rookies. "Alright, but don't beat yourself up about it I still remember what it felt like to screw up. I wish I had someone to shield me then, me and Darr go back I saved his life a couple of times and he saved mine I think he could overlook this one minor discretion." Namyr turned around to continue their walk towards the loading dock, but Rogue put a hand on her shoulder pad. "On my first mission the exact same thing happened to me. So I know how you feel right now."

Once again they resumed their positions Namyr stealthily leading the trio, Rogue half walking half sleeping in the middle, and Patch the astromech taking up the rear.

Leon, Rayden, and Preditor

The trio walked cautiously and quietly Leon was leading them with Rayden in the middle and Preditor's huge form bringing up the rear. They had to completely work around their point of entry because of holocamms, frustrated as their entry door had a holocamm sitting on it, Leon set his chatter for squad frequency. "Rogue can you get that bucket of bolts to see if he could disable the..." Leon looked at the map on his HUD "Loading dock outer holocamm three?"

There was a few seconds of pause before Rogueboy responded. "Sure, just gimme a few seconds......alright it should be deactivated, take a look at the top right of it if theres a green light get the hell out of there."

Leon set his frequency back to the two individuals behind him. "Stay back I'm going to check whether the holocamm is on or off." Leon took a few steps towards the holocamm and noticed that there were no lights; indicating the thing was indeed deactivated. "Alright guys lets move in." Leon went to go try the door but it was locked. "Rogue can you have Patch unlock the door as well?" Leon began muttering about the technical unawareness droids have. Rogue did not respond, What the hell is taking him so long, usually he is on the ball, damn maybe he got captured or killed? I'll find my own entrance. "Preditor you're a combat engineer aren't you?"

The hulking figure of the Barabel nodded in the affirmative and Leon continued. "Did you bring any explosives?"

Preditor's forked tongue hissed his answer. "Yes, but this one will mix around with it so that it only opens the door and not the building."

Green tinged scales moved quickly as Preditor unslung a pack he was wearing and pulled out some explosives and a detonator. Preditor used his claws to tear open a package of explosives inside was a sticky compound that he rolled into tiny balls. Leon watched in mute fascination as Preditor combined the little balls into two bigger ones. Preditor then closed up the package with all the other small balls and put it back into his pack, he withdrew a container and opened it, inside were a number of small black objects Preditor withdrew two of these and stuck them into the two yellowish semi-balls. The Barabel finally attached the yellow explosives to the opposite side of the handle, walking a few feet away from it Preditor withdrew the detonator. "On the call of the white knight."

Leon quickly raised his gloved hand and slowly counted down with his fingers when he reached zero; Preditor pressed the detonator. There was a slight explosion and the door blew inwards the trio moved in as fast as they could.

Namyr, Patch, Rogueboy

I need something to wake me up some kind of stimulant or something, a cup of caf would be nice right about now double fortified. Rogueboy mused to himself as he followed Namyr's back her twin lekku covered her back. They were just about to pass through a door frame when Patch beeped loudly and quickly, Namyr stopped and was turning around to say something when Rogue who was surprised to see her stop abruptly tripped on his feet and fell forward his arms instinctively extended forward to break his fall. Rogue felt himself fall into Namyr and together they landed on the ground with Rogue on top, their helmets seemed to be touching. The human trooper looked into Namyr's visor and he could swear he could almost see her red face with those yellow mesmerizing eyes. Rogue wanted to put his head down and just sleep but Namyr quickly pushed him off of her, suddenly Rogue noticed Patch's translation "Don't walk through the door, laser sensors." Rogue looked to where they landed it was past the door.
 
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Faithful To The End
He will give them death, and they will love him for it -Gladiator

ASL/CPL_Rogueboy/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][ES-FirstClass][CDS]

Namyr suddenly realized that she was poking the chest of a higher ranking individual and quickly put her hands behind her, feeling embarrassed, why did Rogueboy always make her forget who and what she was? It was like he made her comfortable with herself, and let her loose her statue like outer shell and be herself, and she hadn't done that since before she went through basic. Namyr looked up from her thoughts to see Rogueboy studying her with a face tilted in a look of respect. She blinked a few times, what had caused him to look like that? Was it because she was taking the blame for something she did? That was rediculous, she was doing what was right and even if Rogueboy would argue with her she would somehow find some way to tell Darr what she had done. Namyr shook her head wishing she didn't think so much, why couldn't she be like her twin sisters Janie and Beatrice, who just kept their thoughts in their mouths and expelled them to whoever was around without dwelling on them, though Namyr never understood how they could become bounty hunters with that type of thinking, maybe it was because of their bodies and looks, yeah that was probably it.

Namyr then tried to turn to keep going and Rogueboy started talking to her, though she wish he wouldn't, his voice echoing in her ear was very distracting, it was like she had to listen to him, "Alright, but don't beat yourself up about it I still remember what it felt like to screw up. I wish I had someone to shield me then, me and Darr go back I saved his life a couple of times and he saved mine I think he could overlook this one minor discretion," he said and Namyr thought he was done talking and quickly turned to keep going towards the docking bay, then she felt pressure on her shoulder and she froze realizing it was Rogue's hand. She bit her lip, why was he doing this, telling her all this, she didn't care about being punished it wasn't like she was trying to impress her family, she was just trying to survive and have something to do with her time. Then Rogueboy had to come along and throw off her rhythm, she almost hated him for it.

"On my first mission the exact same thing happened to me. So I know how you feel right now," Rogueboy then said with a slight humor edging on his voice. Instantly, Namyr's features darkened, he was laughing at her, just because she had pulled the same mistake as him. Where did he get the guts to laugh at her, she was the one towing around his drunken butt this entire mission and he was laughing at her. He probably enjoyed resetting her nose, putting her through that pain so her could brag later to the rest of the squad how he had saved her and reset her nose, and oh how it looked so good. Roughly, Namyr shrugged Rogueboy's hand off her shoulder and in an icy manner began walking again, her fists quivering in rage.

Namyr seethed wanted to turn around and hit Rogueboy with the hilt of her swords, but managed to keep her temper in check as they walked. She ignored the feeling of his eyes on her back, and the slight taste of lust from him, she needed to finish this mission as soon as possible, she needed to get away from Rogueboy before she struck out at him and seriously hurt him. His stumbling steps made her ears twice, his footsteps were the only thing heard in the small group as they moved. Never again would she waste her secret stash of alcohol on Rgoueboy, she'd just save it until she was working on her art work and drink it herself, alone, oh god her life was pitiful and her closest friends was a drunk, a fourteen year old, and a chick that had cut herself and was moving to another squad. It made Namyr want to drink again and forget about how lonely she was.

Namyr's ear perked a little as she heard Rougeboy murmuring something, she supposed it was Darr telling them to get a move on so Namyr spend up her pace only to turn as Patch whistled something and to asked Rogueboy what both Patch and Darr were saying. She blinked and the next thing she knew she was knocked onto the ground by Rogueboy, who had, she guessed, tripped over his own feet. Out of instinct her hands were resting on Rogueboy's shoulders and their helmets and bodies were so close to one another, each others armor the only thing keeping them apart. Namyr felt all the anger she had been feeling escape in a gentle sigh, she could almost see Rogueboy's lime eyes and crooked nose though the visor on his helmet. Then his head moved to rest on her shoulder and the moment was gone, a slight hissing noise had gotten Namyr's attention and she pushed Rogueboy off of her and stood up.

"What was Patch, saying?" Namyr mumbled her cheeks flushing.

"Laser sensors in th door," Rogueboy said before the sound of feet, probably the rest of the guards echoed in the hallway.

"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you," Namyr growled her body tensing as she removed her blades and waited for the guards, though she shielded both Rogueboy and Patch from the door as if to protect them. Maybe subconsciously she didn't want them hurt, but at the moment she was too concerned about the guards.



 
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Namyr easily pushed herself in front of Rogueboy when he tried to get in front of her. He was drunk, and he seemed to get drunker by the minute, there was no way she'd let him get killed. Namyr felt her body relax as the guard's footsteps came closer and closer. She warmed up her hands and wrists by spinning her blades a few times and smirked. The last guards had only with riot guns, her blades were perfect for this fight.

Rogueboy's voice buzzed in her ears and she easily ignored it for once as she watched the guards come down the stairs and look around for what was causing the trouble. Namyr was a little unnerved as a blaster shot was shot from between her legs, but she didn't let it show as she lept forward after the first shot. Instantly her body began remembering her training from long ago with using dance steps with her blades, she spun to the left in time to miss a couple shots in her direction. A wolfish grin appeared on her face as the hilt of her blade crushed the nose of one guard. He went down only to be replaced with other guards, who surrounded Namyr.

"Remember, one enemy at a time but keep your body relaxed to move away from other attacks," Namyr could hear her teacher saying in her head as her body tilted to the side to miss another shot. Obviously these guards had never fought against a Twi'lek Blade dancer, half of them she took down were too mesmerized to fight and the other half had no idea how to fight against her. Except one, a big fellow that held a sword in his hand and looked like he knew how to use it. Namyr faltered a little as they looked at each other, she had never taken down an opponent as big as this guy, and wasn't sure how to take him down, because he too had armor on. Namyr glanced back at Rogueboy and gritted her teeth befpre looking back at the guard, "For him, at least," she thought bitterly and ran forward. She did a simple cut to the side at the last minute to try to get the gap in between the guy's armour, but the guy easily blocked her attack. As his sword hit against Namyr's crossed blades the force vibrated through her body causing her teeth to quake, and for her to almost drop her blades. This guy was insanely strong, she'd have to rely on her speed this time. The guard removed his sword and took a swipe at Namyr's shoulder, she quickly jumped back in time for it to leave a long line from her shoulder to the other side of her stomach. Then without warning he struck again, cutting into her shoulder. She bit back a cry of pain and lept backward, chewing on her lip to ignore the pain. Namyr and the guard circled around one another, looking for weaknesses. Namyr could see none, except, yes that was it, a slight gimp to the guy's right leg. A bad knee perhaps, she thought with a grin. She was about to take a big risk, if she lost both of her blades in this move she would easily be killed by this guard, then the guard would move on to Rogueboy, and Namyr wouldn't let that happen. With one blade she threw it as hard as she could at the guard's head, it distracted him for a spilt second, and lifted his sword up enough above his head to block the first blade, enough time for Namyr to throw her second blade into his knee. It dug deep into his knee and the guard fell back, screaming in pain.

Sweat clung to Namyr's forehead as she slowly walked up to the screaming guard and with a switf tap with her heel to his forehead, knocked him out. Then slowly she retrieved her two blades and attached them to her belt. Breathing heavily she finally got the courage to look at Rogueboy, only to see Rogueboy leaning against the wall smirking at her.

"Didn't save one for me did you?" he asked and Namyr's eyes narrowed and her temper began to flare. Her lips pursed as she glared at Rogueboy through her visor. Out of all the times to say to her, when she had protected him after he had set off the alarm. She wanted to kill him, slice him into ribbons and leave him for whatever scavenger this planet had. She hated him so much, even though thinking such a thing cause her insides to drop a little. She didn't care how pretty his eyes were, or how the smile he was directing at her at that moment, lit up his face wanting her to join in, she just wanted to kill him. Blood dripped down her chest armour, arm, and hand. Suddenly, one of her blades was in her hands and she held it's point to Rogueboy's throat.

"Just don't Rogue, not now," she managed to croak as drops of blood ran down the blade before falling off and splashing to the floor. She was tired, she wanted this mission to be over, and Rogueboy wasn't helping anything.
 
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"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you."

Namyr's hand shook as she held the sword to Rogueboy's throat. "What are you doing?" a distant voice in her head screamed. What was she doing, why was she attacking Rogue, because of his comment, no that wasn't it. He had surprised her while she was still in defense mode, that was what it was, of course, she had never warned him that she needed a couple minutes to revert back to herself or she'd attack anything. Already she was losing her edge as her hand shook even more.  Her shoulder burned in pain and any minute she would drop her blade.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Rogueboy told her and Namyr blinked a few times, his voice was soothing to her frazzled mind.  Like a cool washcloth to her forehead when her body raged with fever.

"Now why would I not want to do this?" Namyr asked curiously, her brain felt muddled as the adrenalin slowly ebbed from her system. She kept trying to catch Rogueboy's eyes so she look into them, some sort of comfort for herself.  More blood dripped down her blade as her shoulder continued to bleed, maybe she should put the sword down and fix her shoulder?

"Because Patch is behind you with his electric pike out, ready to knock you out should you make any move he would regard as offensive," Rogueboy said a sly grin appearing on his face. Patch was behind her, that was strange she hadn't heard the droid behind her. Looking slightly baffled, Namyr slowly looked behind her and suddenly her blade was knocked out of her hand, and her hand was pushed painfully backwards. Out of instinct she brought up her other sword, her actions seemingly slower then usual. And within a flash her other sword was knocked to the ground and both of her wrists were in pain. Namyr struggled but only brought more pain to her wrist. It really hurt, tears sprung to Namyr's eyes.

"If you want to kill me try to do it when you know you have the upper hand with no unanswered elements, I may be drunk but I'm not stupid or weak. Get your stuff and stay in front of me, perhaps after this mission I will have you sent to the brig," Rogue said and roughly pushed her in front of him. Suddenly a far off memory struck Namyr that cause her whole body to freeze up.

"Get going you filthy creature," someone roughly shoved Namyr, she couldn't see a thing they had put some sort of rough sack over her head. The bag was taken off of her head and Namyr blinked against the bright light.

"You're a slave now, and you master likes his slaves branded so everyone knows their his," a man hissed in her ear. Namyr screamed as a red hot blade was applied to one cheek then another.

Namyr could still hear her past screams and her adrenaline began coursing through her system. "Why don't you just kill me?" she screamed turning around to face Rogueboy. Isn't that what he wanted, her dead, it would be a relief on her head considering Namyr knew that Darr just considered her a distraction to Rogueboy. She looked at Rogueboy's silent figure, imagining his stunned face, and resisted the urge to laugh in his face. Yes she had a lot of hatred inside of her, and with good reason. "Everyday I wake up without knowing why, why I ran from home instead of facing the ridicule and embarrassment. Everyday I wake up with only three friends, one a fourteen year old, the other an alcoholic, and the third a near suicide case. What the hell for?" Rogueboy was silent for a moment and inside Namyr chuckled to herself, he thought she was a nut case, she knew it. But did it matter anyway, how things were going she'd be sent home by the end of the day and sold to the higher bidder.

Namyr's eyes widened as Rogueboy took off his helmet, he suddenly looked older, more tired, he looked like he just wanted to lay down and sleep forever. Namyr's inside suddenly tugged in pity, but she tried to shake it off, "I know what it's like, I live for this squad it has become my family since... never mind. Every time a Raider dies or disappears a piece of me goes with them, Namyr I am slowly dying because I am too dedicated. When Aphamos left it damn near drove me off the edge, he was the first Raider I befriended, and now he is gone like all of them. Leon I met in a different squad, and Darr I have always known. One day they will disappear or I will, what then?"

Namyr found herself gasping for air, she needed air, she quickly took off her helmet and breathed in the cool air around her. Those eyes, Rogueboy's eyes older then he was were trained on her as she looked up at him, "Rogue I'm all alone, I feel like it wouldn't matter if I died out here," she told him truthfully reaching her hand up to her face and realizing she was crying, ashamed for showing such emotion in front of a squad-mate she turned her head away.

"I care, I care if you die out here," Rogueboy said and that statement cause Namyr to look back at him. He looked so sincere for someone who was probably lying through his teeth. Namyr started laughing, she couldn't help it. It was as if all the pain and emotions she had ever felt were being choked up and out of her system by this horrible laugh. Finally she was able to get control of her laugh and she looked at Rogueboy with dark unpredictable eyes.

"And why would you care if I died or not?" she bluntly asked him her arms crossing.  She winced in pain as she shoulder throbbed as blood continued to leak down her armour.

"Because you are a Raider and I would die with you," Rogueboy said and suddenly he was there in front of Namyr, his arms wrapping around her and holding her. Tears welled up in Namyr's eyes as her heart broke at someone showing her kindness that she had never experienced not even with her parents or siblings. Then she wept into his shoulder, comforted by Rogueboy's presence, she shivered a little as Rogueboy stroked her Lekku. Slowly the tears in her eyes began to dry and she felt better. She let herself be held by Rogue just a little longer before she pulled away slightly. She looked up at him, studying his face, taking in the shape of his face, the crookedness of his nose, looking into his eyes she saw how old her was and how tired her really was. Namyr didn't say a word, but her eyes were filled with thank yous, and affection for Rogueboy. Then tentatively she reached a hand up and ran her fingertips down his cheek in a gentle manner. She then quickly pulled away her hand and pulled herself completely out of Rogueboy's hold and business-like put her helmet back on.

"We need to get going," she said simply picking up her blades and she started walking, "Rogue," she then added her Twi'lek accent adding a flare to his name, "Next time you have to give me a moment to return to myself after a fight like that.  When I fight I am a more primal creature and will lash out at anyone who is a threat to me.  Next time I might accidentally kill you, and I would be saddened if I did," she said a little humor behind her voice as she pasted Patch, patting the droid on the head and humming a little to herself.  Then her hand flew up to her shoulder as the pain returned.  Namyr bit her lip and calmly reached for her first aid kit and clumbsily began applying a bandage to her wound.













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"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you."

Namyr moved the whole insident to the back of her mind, she couldn't be distracted by her emotions, not at the current moment. Stealthily she walked down the hall, her ears open for any danger, and her mouth tasting anyone else ahead of them. Her eyes narrowed as she tasted something strange, a slick, cold, pond-like taste. The taste grew stronger as they entered the loading docks and Namyr frowned.

"Namyr," Rogueboy's voice said from behind her. Namyr stiffened her concentration shot. Stiffly she turned and looked at Leon who pointed upwards. She looked up to see a catwalk leading to the control room. Nodding she made her way to the ladder, she quickly put on sword in her mouth and held the other and quickly made her way up the ladder. She pulled herself onto the catwalk and grabbed Rogueboy's hand to help him up to join her. Namyr waited for Rogueboy to adjust his gun to stun and let him walk ahead of her. She sighed at the loud clanging noise of Rogueboy's boots and for the hundredth time vowed to teach him how to walk.

Namyr paused behind Rogueboy as they stopped a little ways away from the control room. Namyr could hear something or someone shuffling around. The cold, slimly taste assaulted her taste buds again causing her to gag silently. Namyr took afew steps back as Rogueboy signaled to her that he was going to use his flash bang. Namyr let out a small shocked scream as a green blur came out of nowhere, knocking Rogueboy off his feet. All she could see was a giant, clawed hand ready to strike Rogueboy. Namyr started running forward to knock the beast off when it spoke.

"This one thought he smelled the Twi'lek but this white knight reeks enough to cover up the smell," the beast said and Namyr realized it was Preditor and let out a sigh of relief. She smirked slightly before thinking, "yeah buddy and I could taste you, too bad I didn't realize it was you until later."

Namyr was quiet as Preditor and Rogueboy spoke. She frowned slightly as she got a transmission that Leon was having trouble opening the door. She thought Patch would have done that by now, unless...unless someone was keeping them trapped by stopping the door. Namyr glanced around and saw a ladder up to the roof. without a word she swung onto the ladder and headed up, punching open the sky window and peering out over the cold terrain. She opened her mouth and was instantly flooded with at least twenty different pheromones. Her eyes widened and she ducked in time to miss a shot to her head.

She slid down the ladder and landed heavily on the catwalk, "Leon, don't open that door!" she said into her intercom, "There's about twenty or more PMC or NRPD, I'm not sure which, waiting for us outside," she said her voice shaking slightly, 'whatever you do keep that door shut!"



 
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"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you."

The situation was grim and Rogueboy was pushed into command by being the senior officer present and even in his drunken, exhausted state it was expected that he should lead the squad unto victory or death. First things first Rogueboy consulted the blue prints on the loading dock that Patch pilfered from the terminal's databanks.

First thing we need to do is secure all entries and exits, how many men do I have? Rogue did a head count and came up with five including himself. How do I want them positioned? I want Aph...

Aph isn't here, he retired.

Your right, I was Squall...

Squall is gone as well.

Marka?

Gone.

Who do I have left?

Only Darr, and some new faces.

I guess I should learn who they are.

Rogueboy opened the HUD roster and looked over all their names and their specialities. "Preditor, I want you to booby trap those two doors as the east, Namyr and Rayden, the door that me and Namyr arrived in I want it blockaded. Leon, make sure no baddies come down that ladder leading to the skylight. I'm going to see what Darr is up to." Rogueboy sent Darr a private message asking where he was, as well as warning him of the new dangers.

Preditor arrived shouldering his backpack of explosives. "This one set the traps, awaiting new orders." The green lizard said standing near Rogue at rapt attention.

"Preditor I want you to act as a reserve force anyone that needs help, help them." Rogueboy switched his comlink to all four of his squadmates. "I'm going to be honest with you guys, I can't reach Darr and I'am not sure about his status. I have turned this situation into a barricade situation we will hold out for as long as necessary. I'm going to go on a one man sally and try to draw off some attention from you guys. Leon will be in charge during my absence." Rogueboy switched his comlink to a private secure channel with Namyr. "I feel like I'm sobering up, so I should be fine, before you and Rayden barricade the door let me squeeze through."

"If you think you are doing this alone, you are sadly mistaken." Namyr's responding voice sounded almost motherly.

"You will do as you are ordered to, or else if we should come out of this alive I will personally have you flogged for insubordination. Got it?" Rogue made sure it was stern showing that there was no argument to be made of it.

Rogueboy walked through the door, leaving Patch with his squad as he prepared to attack the enemy from behind, or die in the attempt. Rogue had a premonition that something in this mission will go much worse than it already is. Who will I lose this mission? Darr? Leon? Does it even matter? Eventually I will lose them all, might as well get it done with.

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Raiders
Faithful To The End
He will give them death, and they will love him for it -Gladiator

ASL/SGT_Rogueboy/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][ES-FirstClass][CDS][CoR]

Namyr listened to the orders, they made sense, barricade the room, keep the enemy away until they were ready for them. She could do that, Namyr checked her gun and made sure it was in close reach in case she had to use it. Then she jumped a little as Rogueboy's voice echoed in her ear over a private channel.

"I feel like I'm sobering up, so I should be fine, before you and Rayden barricade the door let me squeeze through," Rogueboy said his voice gruff, dark, and preoccupied. Namyr bit her lip to keep her emotions from playing with her voice as fear for Rogue's safely started to rise in her chest. "If you think you are doing this alone, you are sadly mistaken," she said bravely, affection for Rogueboy escaping her, she felt her chin jutting out slightly in rebellion to Rogueboy's orders. Like hell she'd let him go out there on his own to get maimed or possibly killed.

"You will do as you are ordered to, or else if we should come out of this alive I will personally have you flogged for insubordination. Got it?" Rogueboy told her in such a tone that Namyr knew he was serious. She bit her lip and turned her head away and let out a sigh.

"Hey, Rogue, promise me you won't get yourself killed, okay? WE still have to get that drink remember?" she said softly before ending the channel and hurrying after Rayden as they headed towards the door. Half of her mind on the project and the other half of her mind concerned for Rogueboy, Namyr flipped over a table and her and Rayden quickly barred the door with it, using a welder to smelt the table to the door. Rayden nodded to Namyr just as they got a message from Leon.

"Alright you guys, try and finish up as soon as you can, I'm gonna need some help pretty soon," Leon said his voice sounding very young to Namyr as she looked up at the ceiling at the sound of boots on the roof. Dang, she knew that she should have barred the sky light when she had been up there. Another rookie mistake hopefully it wouldn't get them killed. Rayden and Namyr jogged up to Leon just as they head footsteps going down the ladder.

"Leon, you'd better have a decent plan," Namyr murmured into the main channel as her hands reached for her blades and held them lightly in her hand.

"Okay Preditor, now!" Leon shouted and dropped to one knee, Namyr and Rayden following in suite just as the door exploded into little pieces, knocking the enemies back and killing at least the five of them who were trying to get the door open. Namyr stood up straight as the dust began to clear. Slowly her blades began spinning in her hands as the troops on the roof finally got to ground level and were coming towards them and what was left of the door troops were already surrounding them. Trapping them in a circle of death, Namyr merely smirked behind her helmet. So this was how it was going to end for them. On a beer raid that had spun out of control.

"Leon, I think these fellows are looking for some trouble," Namyr chuckled her eyes darkening as she counted the soldiers, nineteen in all. They were outnumbered, but this was what they had trained for in basic, and Namyr was ready.

"Let's go you guys and let's try not to die," Leon said his voice squeaking slightly.

Namyr grinned widely and lept forward, missing a few laser shots before burying one of the hilts of her blades into the jugular of one solider. He went down choking, trying to breath, he'd live but not fight against them again that day. She spun around and knocked the pistol out of another soldier's hand and swiftly kicked him in the forehead knocking him unconscious. More soliders began closing in and Namyr was losing ground to move. For a second she got a little breathing time and looked around and wasn't able to see Leon, Rayden, or Preditor in the mass, she hoped that they were okay, the whole situation looked hopeless.

"Gods above, listen I don't care what happens to me, but make sure my squad mates make it out of here. And keep an eye on Rogueboy, I think he's going to try something stupid, he's an ass like that," Namyr thought as she blocked a sword that a solider had pulled out when she had disarmed him from his pistol. She winced slightly as her arms began going numb due to the wound to her shoulder, slowly it was getting harder and harder to hold onto her blade and if she dropped it she was dead.





 
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"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you."

Namyr spun around slicing open one man's jugular, and slicing open another man's abdomen. Sweat trickled down her neck and face, her hurt arms shaking, threatening to drop her one blade at any moment. Namyr let out a few small breaths as the circle around her let up a little. Blood from her wound flowed down her armour leaving small puddles on the floor at her feet, which Namyr took note to try to avoid to keep from slipping. Breathing heavily she lept forward slicing open another man before flipping backwards behind the circle and taking out two more.

Namyr's heavy breath had begun fogging up her visor making it difficult to breath and see. A couple of times she even missed a target due to her fogged up visor. She wished desperately to take off her helmet and take a deep breath. Luckily she had learned her lesson the first time and instead concentrated on her steps and swings. Suddenly Namyr screamed out in pain as one of the men hit her in her hurt shoulder with the butt of his rifle, while another one ripped her blade out of her hand while she was distracted. The blade went flying across the room, as Namyr went down on one knee. Carefully, she managed to hold off the men with one sword, until the butt of a rifle knocked her in the back of her head so hard that Namyr felt her teeth vibrate. Her lekku seared in pain as she was knocked over, and she was so disoriented that stars and purple blotches flashed across her eyes. She doubted that the men knew that she was a Twi'lek and that her lekku was her one weak spot, but they had hit the spot dead on. She groaned in pain as she was flipped onto her back by one of the men's boots on her hurt shoulder. Her vision blurred as she looked down the barrel of a rifle, even her helmet wouldn't hold up against a direct blast to the face. But Namyr smiled slightly as she closed her eyes, looking down the barrel of the gun reminded her of when she had scared Rogueboy, and then she wondered if he was okay.

She supposed her death would make her family happy, the insurance on her death would pay off their dept to whoever it was. Not that Namyr cared, she would be dead, probably buried in the Corps cemetery, or maybe just shot into the nearest sun, she kind of liked the sun idea, her body washed in warm and beauty then burning into dust, scattering around the cosmos. Namyr heard a shot rang out near her ears and let out breath waiting for death but after a few seconds she felt nothing, slowly she opened her eyes and saw a figure standing over her, and the bodies of the guards around here. Namyr squinted trying to focus her vision, her head pounding from the knot forming on the back of her head.

"Rogue?" she asked, and no answer and finally Namyr's vision cleared and she was staring at a droid of some sort that was holding a pistol in it's hand. She quickly ran through her droid training and recognized it as a ASP-19 droid, they must have been part of the workforce in the factory, after all the best droids would be used for exporting some of the best beer in the galaxy. Slowly Namyr sat up as the droid moved on after it's senors decided she wasn't an enemy. Glancing over to a nearby wall Namyr saw Patch connected to a port, and then she grinned. Good old Patch, he had overrode the droids general functions and made them allies to the Raiders.


Namyr slowly got to her feet and picked up her sword, her head pounded but she quickly ran forward to help in the fight. There were only about seven droids to help them, and the Raiders were still outnumbered. Namyr knew they needed a miracle, any miracle at all. There was a sudden lull in the noise and Namyr stopped in mid slice at the sound of a heavy engine coming their way. "You guys move out of the way," Namyr said over the comlink before turning and running a few steps back and turning in time to see a large cargo mover crash through a wall of crates.

"Who in the hell is crazy enough to do that!" Namyr said aloud through the comlink.

"Hey don't insult the solider whose rescuing your ass," Rogueboy replied cockily from the driver seat of the cargo mover as he controlled the claws to pick up one of the soldiers and throw him into a nearby wall as the cargo mover ran over a few more guards.  Namyr's eyes went large and her mouth turned into a large grin and she felt her inside swell a little.

"Advice taken, man I never thought I'd been glad to see you Rogue," Namyr added her voice filled with relief that Rogueboy was alright and that they had a chance now.  She jumped back into the fight her blades spinning, her hurt shoulder forgotten.




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"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you."

Namyr breathed heavily as she sliced through another guard, at the very moment where she thought she would drop from exhaustion, she looked up to see the bodies of all the guards at her squad's feet, or in Rogueboy's instance underneath the wheels of the cargo mover. Namyr prayed to the gods for her still being alive, and her teammates safety. Licking her dry lips Namyr jogged over to her squad mates and as she waited for orders she took out a piece of cloth and cleaned the blood from her blades before placing them back in their sheath.

"Alright, everyone onto the cargo mover and let's go to the cargo bay, and get the hell out of here before the next wave of guards get here," Leon told the squad, who in turn nodded and jumped onto various parts of the cargo mover, Namyr jumped onto the small space to Rogueboy's left and held onto the one of the cab's poles to keep balance. She watched as Rogueboy put the cargo mover into gear before Namyr retreated back into her thoughts. She hadn't expected her first mission to go exactly to plan, in fact she probably would have been disappointed if it had been all hunky dory. But of course she hadn't figured on getting so beat up. At the current moment all she wanted to do was ask Darr for a few days off and have a glass of wine before soaking her entire body in a hot bath.

Namyr frowned as they got to the cargo bay, she looked around watching as the booze was loaded up onto the ship. She couldn't put a finger on it but something was off. Namyr then choked out a gasp as she ran over to Leon, "Leon, Darr and Aeos should be here by now. I'm afraid they might have gotten into trouble," Namyr spoke through the comlink.

"Hold on Namyr, don't jump the gun, I'll try to open a frequency with him, they probably just got caught up somewhere," Leon said calmly though a tense edge to his voice made Namyr stiffen slightly, "Damn nothing, alright here's the deal Namyr you come with me, the rest of you make sure the booze gets on the ship, Rogue you're in charge, come on Nams let's go," Leon said taking off down a hallway. Both of them were silent as the ran, Namyr knew that Darr had to be alright, right? It was Darr he was like a big brother of some sort to the rest of them, he could handle anything. And Aeos was one tough cookie she could probably fight a Banta and win. They would be fine, they probably were just sampling the wares and getting trashed nothing serious.

Namyr stopped dead in her tracks as her mouth was assaulted with the taste of fear and the taste of victory and satisfaction. A cold sweat broke out over her forehead, as she motioned to Leon with her head to a nearby room. The both snuck up to the doorway and peered in, just in time to see Darr jumping back from a guy using two swords. Namyr's eyes went large as she watched as Aeos lept forward for an attack and the guy merely punched her in the stomach and knocked her unconscious with a tap to the forehead from the hilt of his sword.

Namyr bit her lip and glanced at Leon, she didn't want to play the hero, but how Darr win against this guy. Namyr could already tell that Darr had some experience with a sword, but it seemed like he had forgotten most of the fundamentals, often leaving openings on his body, luckily the guy wanted to play with Darr first before killing him and chose to ignore the openings. Then Namyr watched as the guy's blade swung around to take off Darr's head, then she sprung into action, instantly her blades were up and she slid in front of Darr in time to block the one blade that was aimed for his throat and to block another one inches from her helmet.

"Darr, get Aeos out of here," Namyr managed to say her voice strained as she used all of her strength to push the guy away from them.

"Namyr don't be stupid," Darr said his voice taking on a stern tone, "We're Raiders, we don't leave one of our squad mates behind."

"Then move Aeos to the side," Namyr said cautiously as the guy circled around them, "I'm serious Darr, I grew up around sword fighting, this guy is out of your league, possibly even mine, but at least I have a chance," she said her eyes narrowing slightly. Would anyone care is she died anyway, of course Rogueboy had said he would but that was also because she had been holding a sword to his throat. She doubted that his words had even been real, no matter how much she wished that they had been. She didn't want to play the hero, all she wanted to do was go back to her tiny barracks room and sleep for a week or two, but without her Darr and the rest of the squad could die and she wouldn't allow that to happen.

Darr was silent for a moment, digesting Namyr's words, before he nodded and dragged over to where Leon was standing. Namyr watched them go before turning her attention back to the man. He grinned wolfishly at her, "Well, well, seems I have an opponent who knows what he's doing," he said as Namyr and him circled around one another.

Namyr pursed her lips and kept silent as she tired to find a weakness in this guy, other then his cockiness she found none. Namyr's shoulder began twitching uncontrollably, luckily she hid it by spinning her blades around.

"Now, now, I like to see the face of my opponent," the guy said his grin becoming larger at the idea of a decent sword fight. Without a word and a flick of her wrist Namyr's helmet went flying off, landing at the feet of the guy. Delicately she shook her head to free her Lekku then looked up at the guy with dark, burning eyes.

"Wow a Twi'lek, heard you babes are pretty good at swords, I've been wanting to slice one of you open for the longest time," the guy said before leaping forward so fast that Namyr hardly had enough time to bring up a blade to block him. She quickly moved her free blade and tried a swipe to the guy's abdomen, but it was quickly blocked, but the guy left an opening that allowed Namyr to bring up her knee into his stomach. The man lept back, gasping for air.
 
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"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you."

LCPL Namyr

The Black-Haired swordsman blocked Namyr's follow-up blow just in time. "It's about time I got some real entertainment around here. It's dreadful boring, sitting around here in front of a computer, pretending to fill in for some techie guy." He pushed Namyr back with a heavy barrage of cuts, then suddenly delivered a heavy kick to Darr-Rann, pushing the squad leader off of his feat and backward. Namyr lunged at him, but he deflected the blow.

"I actually had to use these things. Cant stand it  having to learn so much gibberish just to have a cover." Darr-Rann had gotten to his feet,  ready for another round. "Oh, piss off, will you?" The swordsman said irritated. "I'm trying to enjoy a good scrap here, but you keep butting in. Why don't you go take a nap like your friend on the floor over there, the Twi'lek'll join you when I'm done." He took a swing at Darr-Rann, sheathing his dagger as he went.

It happened quickly  The man's other hand drifted to the bottom of the vibroblade's handle, pressing down on a small bump on the silver cap on the end. He quickly drew out the ejected content, a small, sharp needle. He crossed blades with the squad leader, stepping in and drove the needle into the black undersuit of his armor, at his neck. The material was tough, but the needle was sharp enough to quickly pierce it and the soldier's skin following. Darr-Rann's body gave an involuntary twitch before he fell to the ground.

"Darr!" Namyr said, rushing forward to attempt to eliminate her target. The swordsman span around to face her and grinned, bringing the point of his blade forward in front of him to force her to stop. He drew his dagger again and began to parry her strikes. It was as if he simply wasn't tiring  In fact, his counterattacks were getting stronger, faster, and more frequent. Namyr had been through solid fighting for a while, and was wearing down.

The man suddenly began to flurry his attacks at a blinding speed. Suddenly he knocked one of Namyr's blades out of her hand, the weapon clanging as it hit the metal floor. He took a hard kick at the Twi'lek's legs, knocking the footing out from under her. She lost grip on her sword, and he kicked it aside. He sheathed his blades, picking up the dropped handguns and pointing them towards the fallen troopers.

"Sorry babe, but I guess it's going to have to end here..." The man said, his voice trailing off. He turned his head slightly, then swore violently. "What? Priority two?" He said to some invisible entity. "Your joking. All right, I'm on my way out now. What do you say I should do?" He paused for a moment, nodding. "Alright, I'll do it." He sighed, and this time addressed Namyr.

"Your friend will be back in action in about... oh, say, a minute or two. Your lucky I only gave him a little dose." The man said, "Hell, I'm lucky I only gave him a minor dose."

"I guess this is our goodbye, I'm afraid that this is going to have to be a bit of a one-nighter" He said, picking up his case. "I'd say I'll call you, but that wouldn't be very honest." He sped off towards the door. He stood in the door frame, then spoke for a final time.

"Ciao." He said, and the metal door dropped down. There was a muffled hissing sound, then silence. Namyr ran over to the door and jabbed at the open button, finding it unresponsive.

Suddenly Darr-Rann's groan echoed out through the room. Namyr ran over to the fallen trooper, who was stirring. "What happened..." He said drowsily."

"He's gone." The Twi'lek said, picking her medical kit off of the ground. She reached over to stop him from touching the needle, which she took a moment to examine it before removing the object and applying a bacta spray and patch. She placed the needle in a small, empty vial. "We're locked in."

Darr-Rann sat up a bit, trying to shake off his drowsiness. His body felt like it was asleep, and he could hardly move. "Well, we'll have to get it open then."

"No, that's not the point. The enemy presence has been steadily increasing  Another wave is bound to be on it's way." Darr-Rann understood suddenly what she meant. Getting the door open would take time without the proper equipment. Time they didn't have.

"And we're locked in here." He echoed.
 
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Raiders
SL/SSG_Darr-Rann/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR][CoR]
|EXO/WO2_Demonic/Kaph 2/PheonixWing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE| (=*A*=)(=*SA*=)(=*ee*=)(VC:B)(MC2)(VEB)(DSM)(LoM)[BWC]{O1}-=TOP PILOT=-
SENIOR SERGEANT
WARRANT OFFICER, 2ND CLASS
Communications Technician
Part time Webmaster Guy
"DICTATOR DARR"

Shit. Rogueboy thought, racking his mind for a solution to their current situation. Three Raiders were locked in a room behind a blast door, and they didn't have enough explosives to open it up. To make the situation worse, Kal had radioed in reporting of enemy chatter  More forces were on the way.

"Pred, Leon, Rayden." The assistant squad leader said, "Have you found anything yet? We're running low on time here."

"Negative." Leon said, "I dunno what to do. I mean, even Pred wouldn't be able to bash that door down, it's solid metal."

Suddenly something clicked in. Bash that door down... He paused, and turned his gaze to the loader droid sitting parked on the other side of the room. "I have an idea."

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Kal watched the display screen, which were displaying the long range sensors. Distant, but approaching, a series of contacts appeared. They were too far away yet to acquire a greater degree of information, but he was certain it was dropships carrying the forces he was told about. He opened up a channel with the Raiders.

"All the cargo is loaded, but I've just picked up the enemy landing ships in the distance." He said. "More of them then last time. You need to get out of there."

There was as slight hiss of feedback as Rogueboy gave his response. "Roger that, we'll be out soon."

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"She's going to be okay." Namyr said after she finished examining Aeos, "She was only knocked out, no serious damage I can see. I'd give her some wakeup stim, but my kit got damaged as some point during the fighting and most of my supplies are ruined. I'm afraid we'll have to carry her out."

Darr-Rann nodded, letting out a sigh of relief. "Now all we have to do is get out of here." He walked down the hall towards the door. "How are we supposed to get this ope..." Suddenly he was cut off by a notification on his private channel with Rogue. He opened it.

"Get clear of the door!" The assistant squad leader cried out.  Darr-Rann hurried back down the hall, hearing a crashing sound followed by a clang of metal hitting metal. He looked back to see a loader droid backing out of doorway. Rogueboy walked in.

"Sorry about the short notice, apparently patch isn't too good at piloting that thing." The Sergeant said. In the background, Darr-Rann could hear the irritating beeping sound of the stolen astromech.

What do you know, the wastebin actually came in handy... The squad leader thought to himself.  "Let's get out of here." He said.

"I've already sent the others to the ship." Rogue replied, "Kal has the the engines hot and ready to go."

Darr-Rann walked over to Aeos and picked her up, grunting as he lifted the net weight of her and the heavy Commando armor she wore. They headed out the door and down the hallway towards the landing pad.

As they ran outside, the sound of ion engines filled their ears. Landing craft, at least half a dozen of them, were on the approach. They ran towards the ship just as the first of them began to land, fire hailing at them as they climbed the ramp. Rogueboy slammed the close button, then began to yell, "Take off, take off!"

The old cargo ship shuddered as it's Ion engines rumbled with energy. The ship lifted up into the air, red flashes splashing across it's hull as blaster bolts were absorbed into it's now active energy shields.

"We're off." Demonic's voice rang out over the announcement speakers. "Enjoy the cruise." The freighter sped forward and then angled, picking up altitude as it went. The enemy radio frequency was filled with orders to deploy starfighters and coordinate planetary turbolasers.

The ship shook as he pushed the engines to their maximum power setting, and they pushed to escape the planet's atmosphere. Suddenly the ride became much smoother  they were in space.

"All right, time to go." Kal said, loading up the nav coordinates he had preset. He keyed the hyperdrive, and they were gone...

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Deka walked down the hallway, carefully holding steady the suitcase which he carried. He reached the door at the end of the hall, took a moment to take a deep breath, then opened it.

"Your here." A male voice reached him. The voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.

"Yeah, and I've got the stuff." He said, putting the case down on the desk behind which the man sat. Deka brushed aside a one of the gelled spikes of his black hair. "I've gotta say, I'm real dissapointed about that priority two. Was a great fight, that one. Seriously, it gets real boring there."

"I dont care about your boredom, you arent paid to have fun. Your lucky they didn't find that case in all that alcohols, or else you'd be five feet under by now."

Deka gulped, then nodded. "Well, I looked after it. I'm not elite division for nothing you know."

"I'll mark this as a sucsess on your report. Now leave me." The man said. The swordsman walked out to leave the man to himself. He punched a key on his desk, opening up a holonet direct connection.

"Gauntlet installation, There's been a change of plans. Project Bloodline's deadline is going to have to have to be reduced, we cant afford any more time." He said. He closed the connection before he got an answer, then sat back in his chair.

Soon the project'll be finished. After that, it'll be time to deal with that squad. The man thought to himself, sitting back. Soon...

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"Two hundred fifty tons?" Darr-Rann exclaimed, shocked. "You didnt tell me this piece of junk could carry that much!"

Kal grinned. "What did you expect? It is a cargo freighter."

Darr-Rann shook his head. "But where am I supposed to store two hundred fifty tons of alcohol?" He asked. It appeared they had solved their booze problem a little too effectively. Then he had an idea.

Darr-Rann proceeded towards the passenger space, were the Raiders were sitting.

"Hey guys. I've got some news for you. We're getting a new place."

And it was at that moment, the decision to buy Raiders manor was made.

Great work guys! The new story will be out tomorrow  I want to see as much posting there as I have here. Congratulations on a story well done.

MISSION COMPLETE
 
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Raiders
SL/SSG_Darr-Rann/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR][CoR]
|EXO/WO2_Demonic/Kaph 2/PheonixWing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE| (=*A*=)(=*SA*=)(=*ee*=)(VC:B)(MC2)(VEB)(DSM)(LoM)[BWC]{O1}-=TOP PILOT=-
SENIOR SERGEANT
WARRANT OFFICER, 2ND CLASS
Communications Technician
Part time Webmaster Guy
"DICTATOR DARR"