Arnaut sat back at his desk, a pile of unsorted papers blocking the view of the rest of the room. They'd been gone far too long. Unconsciously he thumbed the gun holstered at his hip, his mind filled with the memories of the last mission. It had been a bad mission. An extremely bad mission. At least no one had died. They had come close, but no one had died.

He stood up and walked over to the window of his office. Outside, rain pattered against the ground and thunder crashed over head. The grounds of the wraith barracks were empty, everyone preferring to be inside with their sabacc games rather than in the cold rain. In fact, as Arnaut drearily turned back to his desk, that's what he'd rather be doing now as well.

Under a stack of papers and holochips, his datapad suddenly beeped. He snatched it off the desk, not even caring that a few things went tumbling off, and turned it on. Thirty seconds later he was running through the sleeting rain, mud splattering upward with every step.

* * *

Platoon Commander Rizzit's office was just like any other office Arnaut had seen in the army. Relatively simple, with few adornments. The only real color in the room now was the brown mud tracked into the room that was now being caked dry onto Arnaut's boots. He stood rigidly at attention, acting as if he wasn't muddy and soaked, dripping dirty water all over the office floor. Rizzit tried to act as if Arnaut wasn't, too.

"Glad you could...make it. I hope it wasn't too hard of a walk," Rizzit said awkwardly.

"More of a run, sir," Arnaut replied, smirking.

"Ah. Well, very well, we shall get to business," he pulled a holoprojector out of his pocket and set it on the desk. With a flip it projected its shimmering blue image into the air. It was some sort of ship, but not one Arnaut was familiar with.

"Do you recognize this?" Rizzit asked. Arnaut shook his head. "It's a pirate ship, one that's been seen more frequently these days then in the past.

"As our front line pushes inexorably toward the core, our inward defenses thin out. We have more space to patrol, more planets to keep. It's getting harder and harder to supply adequate escorts for transport ships jumping to the front line, and pirates, such as the pirate group who owns this ship, are preying on this weakness. We've lost more ships in the past year then in the five years before it combined. Lately, though, we started noticing a trend. It seems there's only one major pirate group attacking us right now, and that's where you come in.

"Do you recognize the markings on the side of this ship?" Arnaut nodded vigorously. Republic markings. "They are the markings of the New Republic. A nice ploy, but these ships aren't used by the Republic. The markings cover up another symbol, can you see it...just...here?" he asked, pointing to the side of the ship. Arnaut looked and could barely make out another etched off symbol on the side of the ship.

"Nothing I'm familiar with," Arnaut replied a-matter-of-factly.

"Corsair markings. This ship belongs to the Corsair pirating and smuggling group. But there's a hitch. They don't act like normal pirates. They are way too equipped and way more organized then any previous pirating attacks. They seem to have firsthand knowledge of where our weakest routes and know exactly where to strike. We have safe reason to believe that there is a traitor in our midst. As with any matter of this sort, it needs to remain strictly confidential.

" Right now, we are not sure where they are currently located, or what their motives are at this point, but that's your job. Under the identity of pirates, you will need to infiltrate their organization and discover the identity of our traitor. If you can, try and hinder the operations, but at no costs let your cover be blown. This mission does not officially exist, your squad never leaves Tadath. If you get into trouble out there...well, there's no way that we'll be able to help you without tipping off our traitor. Now...you have your mission. Assemble the squad."

Arnaut nodded, absorbing the load of information he'd just received, before saluting and leaving the office. This mission does not officially exist... The line ran through his head as he made his way out into the rain. How was he going to explain all this to the squad?

(OOC: Hey look! A post by me that actually meets the deadline! Crazy, ain't it? )


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Sergeant Arnaut
-=Wraith Squad=--=SL=-
SL/SGT Arnaut/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE

"Take care of your equipment, and your equipment will take care of you"

"Life is a dream; we all wake up eventually."

"Do you have any idea how long it takes to dig graves for twenty-three oak trees?" - Davram Bashere

(OOC: Hope no one minds)

"Ok Mr Draken, your arm has made a perfect recovery. And your concussions fading"

Kanderin pushed himself up from the medical chair, thanked the nurse to his side and waded his way out of the room. He was used to having to wade everywhere, the planet seemed to be having some incredibly bad rain lately. Every hallway in the area seemed to have gone under a new brown refurbishment.

Maybe this would be the time to take some R&R

Just then, one of the various gadgets on his suit beeped into life. A shock of electricty found its way up his leg, instinctively making it leap into the air. This added to the muddy corridors ended up with Kanderin falling backwards onto the floor and sliding back into one of the pillars. Hard

"Great, thats another thing broken" Kanderin groaned, massaging the back of his head. Eventually he reached down to the gadget and flipped it open. The black words on the display sent a clear message.

'Wraiths to the meeting room, Tell no one"
 
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Private First Class Kanderin Draken
-=Wraith Squad=-


Wraith Squad Motto: When staring in the face of death we see our reflection

FTC/LCPL Kanderin/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE/

Now! This is it! Now is the time to choose! Die and be free of pain, or live and fight your sorrow! Now is the time to shape your stories! Your fate is in your hands! - Auron, FF X

Yoder got to his room stashing his armor, and twirling his knife, around.  Yoder though fervously, Man im still jumpy after that crazy round, I never want to do something that stupid again. 

Yoder jumped when he got the message

Wraiths to the meeting room, tell no one.

Yoder stared at it for a moment and started packing his, stiech knife, Katarn clone commando armor, A280 heavy blaster rifle, and even a sabacc deck hoping to play it with the squad good thing he himself was a fair player.

Yoder slung it all in a pack and added his Dc-17, then holstered his dc-15 for extra shots. Then he slung the heavy and bland pack over his shoulder and walked hunched down to the meeting room with a bleak look on his face.

On the way he thought lazily and maybe outloud I don't get paid enough to fight these strange things; I thought I would only have to fight regular troopers instead on insane monsters or treasure hunts. But I have nothing else to do, why not this.

Yoder then walked into the meeting room already ready for the mission. Before the breifing started he thought, Now where is fury? I've grown kinda used to that sucker.


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trp/pfc
-=Wraith Squad=-
Yoder/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/LoR
Master Swordsmen (RL)
Flatter me, and I won't believe you.
Criticize me, and I may not like you.
Ignore me, and I may not forgive you.
Encourage me, and I won't forget you.
-Me

Virius took a seat with the rest of the troopers, his datapad set out on the table before him. The squad talked idly as Arnaut prepared the last details of the meeting. He looked around the table, taking in his squad. There was a new face he didn't immediately recognize. Dodge. He looked as if he was getting along fine with the rest of the squad, having only been transferred in a few days ago. The rest he all knew, having fought through countless battles with them. He took one last look down at his papers and then motioned for them to be quiet.

"Kanderin, if you would," Kanderin nodded, and walked over to dim the lights. Arnaut took out his holopad and turned it on to reveal the same ship Rizzit had shown him.

"Anyone know what this is? Anyone at all?" The squad remained silent. Arnaut nodded. "We've been gone too long, all of us. You could ask most people around the barracks and they'd know it instantly. This is one of the many pirate fighters that are attacking our supply lanes. Our defenses are growing thinner, and the pirates are profiting immensely.

"One group, known only as the Corsairs, has been particularly vicious. They've hit only our weakest supply lanes, at precise times as to catch them off guard. They're to organized and too informed to be mere pirates. There has to be a traitor in our midst. Hence the silent procedures. Our job is to infiltrate their operation and try to discover who the traitor is from within and, if it can be achieved without blowing our cover, sabotage them. This mission does not officially exist, so we can expect no help nor back up on this. We're going in blind, and cut off from the rest of the Vast Empire.

"We've heard rumors of a Corsair gathering on Phu, so that's where we'll head first, to try and join up with them in their ranks. We'll be posing as pirates who wish to join a larger operation, and have come seeking the Corsairs in hope of just that. That means no Imperial armor, weapons, or insignias. Nothing.

"Any questions?"

The squad looked wearily at the hologram on the table, but no one moved to speak.

"Alright then, let's get moving. We're out of here in three hours. And remember, tell  no one! If anyone asks, we're going on a much needed vacation after the last...ordeal."

The squad's eyes turned grim, recalling the last mission, all except Virius'. Slowly, one by one, they filed out of the meeting hall to go to their separate rooms.

Arnaut stopped Snipes at the door.

"I repainted your ship for the mission, to look more pirate-esque," Arnaut said seriously.

"Oh, I know. I've had the whole ship stripped and redone, too. It's more pirate-like than an actual pirate ship," he said, chuckling.

"But how'd you know we were going on a pirate mission?" Arnaut asked incredulously.

"Arnaut, you may be squad leader, but you still have a lot to learn," Snipes said, patting Arnaut's shoulder. "One way or another, we Wraiths always end up having to pirate again."

"Well let's hope us Wraiths are still around to pirate in the future. I'd hate to go "missing" and have it recorded saying we all drowned simultaneously on some beach resort we were vacationing on."

"Oh don't worry. Another thing about wraiths&we always come back." With a broad grin, Snipes turned away and rushed down the hall, presumably to his rooms. Or the bar. Arnaut shook his head, and started off down the hall toward his own rooms. Let's hope there's a future for us...

(OOC: Well I got it up today, like I said I would, but it's kind of late today. Sorry. Anyway, let's see those boarding posts up, chop-chop!)

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Sergeant Arnaut
-=Wraith Squad=--=SL=-
SL/SGT Arnaut/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE

"Take care of your equipment, and your equipment will take care of you"

"Life is a dream; we all wake up eventually."

"Do you have any idea how long it takes to dig graves for twenty-three oak trees?" - Davram Bashere

Yoder grabbed his pack of weapons that he modified, andhis old armor. Then drew a sigil on his right arm that was a skull and black crossbones.

Then he left walking to the ship being the first one to the transport ship, He bought some tickets to bondaime and sat down on a seat making himself comfortable he thought along the way there I wonder how we will even enter the organization.

Oh well Arnaut or snipes will think of something when we get to it, just hope none of us die along the way.

Yoder Put his pack with his weapons, and armor in compartment right above him.

Then he pulled out his pazaac deck that he found at a old bazaar with a old sidedeck and started playing a solo game with himself.
It was a good thing no one could see he was still nervous from the last mission,

I hope this damn jumpiness will wear of fast, I don't need this. Especially now, might as well play one person pazaac with myself.

By the time everyone was around on the bus, mostly civies. Yoder hide his DC's in his cloak and kept the hood up so he could fall asleep.


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trp/pfc
-=Wraith Squad=-
Yoder/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/LoR
Master Swordsmen/blademaster(RL)
Dovie'andi se tovya sagain." (It's time to toss the dice) -mat cauthon

"Sir?"

Kanderin took one of the headphones and looked up at the young woman smiling down at him.

"The shuttles ready to take off, if you will please head to your entrance"

Kanderin got up and thanked the woman, before picking up the bag from his side and walking towards the waiting shuttle. There he joined the small queue waiting to board.

Suddenly he felt someone tugging on his long trench coat, and looked down. A small boy looked up at him.
"Hey Mister, whats your name?"

"Kanderin Draken. And yours?" Kanderin replied, smiling.

"Oh, my names... Hey Mister, whats that sticking out of your bag?"

Kanderin looked down at his bag to find, at his horror, the handle of one of his ahnilator pistols hanging out from the loose zip. He quickly dropped to his knees and packed it away, hoping nobody had saw it. Then very quietly he signalled the boy to come closer.

"Ok you got me" He whispered "Im a secret agent on a very important mission. But you have to swear you wont tell anyone, even your mother or you risk the entire galaxies safety. You understand?"

The boy nodded, a look of glee emerging over his face at the responsibility of what he had just been told. The boy then turned to his mom and said something, allowing Kanderin to give out a quick sigh of relief.

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After a few minutes Kanderin arrived at the front of the queue, and handed his first class ticket to the spotty faced man stood there. The man let out a grunt and pointed towards the far end of the shuttle.

Kanderin wandered through the curtain at the first class end of the shuttle, to be met by two beautiful young women. Before he even had time to put his bag down, they had removed his coat and put a small glass of wine between his fingers. They then ushered him to his seat and disappeared off to meet the next group of travellers entering.
 
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Private First Class Kanderin Draken
-=Wraith Squad=-


Wraith Squad Motto: When staring in the face of death we see our reflection

FTC/LCPL Kanderin/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE/

Now! This is it! Now is the time to choose! Die and be free of pain, or live and fight your sorrow! Now is the time to shape your stories! Your fate is in your hands! - Auron, FF X

    Fizz  The electrostaff buzzed as it was spun, the ends radiating a sinister crimson red glow.  Talstorin spun the staff around his body, then in the air.  Catching it as it fell, he practiced combat, slashing it at invisible targets.  Stopping finally to catch his breath, the trooper wiped the sweat of his face and looked down at his weapon.  It just came back newly engraved.  Those guys sure are fast.  To be able to do it in a little more than an hour.   The engraving was a snake, something that resembled a viper, that wrapped it's winding body around the staff.  The mouth ended at one of the small talons that were at the end of the staff.  Suddenly, the ends bursted into life again, the red light ignited.  Talstorin got into another stance just getting ready for more practice when he was interrupted.

    "Ahem.  Your shuttle will be arriving soon, please report to the dock."  The droid strolled back to it's work again.  Talstorin nodded and deactivated his weapon, the staff retracting it's length back into it's 6 inch collapsed form.  Talstorin's shuttle was the last one leaving out of the wraith's and so the entire squad had left by now with the exception of Snipes.  Lazily walking towards the dock, he dragged himself, taking his time.  The shuttle took it's merry old time too, coming late.  Rolling his eyes at the lack of punctuality, the trooper threw his remaining luggage that had not been taken by Snipes into the compartment before boarding.  He had left his staff with Snipes, hoping it wouldn't be lost.

    The shuttle left with a loud roar followed by a low hum.  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.  Talstorin felt a bit sick as he felt the shuttle increase in altitude.  The pilot yelled out back to him.

    "Tatooine right?"  Talstorin nodded in response, forgetting the pilot wouldn't have been able to see him.  Minutes later, he called again.  "We're going to Tatooine right?"

    "Yea."

    "Why?"

    "Vacation& why else?"

    "I don't know.  It didn't seem plausible to spend a vacation on Tatooine.  There's not as much, y'know what I mean?"

    "Well, I was born there, I have someone to visit."

    "Oh, I see."  The rest of the flight was filled with silence, allowing Talstorin to catch up from his sleep.  It was only the loud landing of the shuttle that awoke him from his nap.  The trooper climbed out, getting his luggage, feeling refreshed as the anesthetics wore off.  Glancing at the time, he realized he still had a while before the second shuttle was here to pick him up.  He sat down and thought to himself.  Perhaps he had enough time to visit her?  Just to hear what was so important.  He dismissed the idea quickly, realizing that the sender had said in a few months.  It had only been a couple hours, perhaps it was a bit too early.  Yawning from the immense boredom, Talstorin opened his book and began to read&

   

 
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In the brightest light,
We find darkness...
-=Wraith Squad=--=TRP=-
TRP/LCPL Tnepres/4SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/VE[LoR]
Memoirs of a Withered Soul- Compendium of Short Stories on Talstorin's Background/Story of Talstorin and Durandal( out now- read it on army story board)
Tnepres/HellKite
-=Wraith Squad PRIDE=-

    Virius continually sipped his brandy and read up on more current events that he missed about the Vast Empire in his absence. He made the brandy last the whole trip as the shuttle ride ended almost as fast as it started. He looked out the view port as the ship gently reversed back into normal space and came up on the beautiful planet of Zeltros. The ship slowed itself and maneuvered into an approach vector for one of it's major cities space ports.

    The shuttle entered the atmosphere heating, the heat then dissipating as it made it's way gently through the upper atmosphere's and hitting some turbulence as it glided through puffy white clouds. The transport slowed and then landed on one of the cities spaceport pads which looked like it was covered in beautiful pink, red, orange, and yellow flowers. From the pad, Virius saw around the city there was a massive party going on with people dancing in the streets and just having a grand ole time.

    The ramp dropped from the shuttle and Virius was one of the first passengers to depart getting a surprising welcome greeting from two Zeltronian citizens that were tasked to greet the newcomers of Zeltros. Of the two a female Zeltronian rushed up and put a lei around Virius's neck and gave him a big hug and a two part kiss to both cheeks. Then as fast as she was on him, she had moved on to the next male passenger that came off the shuttle.

    Virius sniffed the air and his senses immediately sensed a feeling of not wanting to leave, Virius knew this might be a problem so he quickly rushed inside. He headed for the nearest ticket counter.

    "Welcome, what is your destination?" The shuttle ticket attendent asked her eyes brightening up at to the demeanor of all people of Zeltros had on their faces, a look of overall happiness.

    "I would like to book a ticket to Phu, on the next flight out if possible," Virius responded quickly, as he wanted to leave as soon as possible, so as to not be overcome by the pheromones and not want to leave the planet and continue mission. "Also make the ticket business class." Virius added, so as to not attract to much attention, not many pirates he knew traveled first class.

    "Your tickets have been booked." The attendant said with a smile and then added, "But I would like to ask as why you would want to leave such a fun and happy place."

    "I've had my fun and now I need to go back to work, I've been gone for too long and I am already in trouble for being late. I really hate to leave but I must, and I promise I will come back, this place is too irresistible."

    "Well okay, I know we all to have to make money somehow so we can enjoy the pleasures of life, here's your ticket and have a safe trip." The attendant handed Virius his ticket and went back to looking at her computer screen, occaisionally glancing out one of the huge windows looking down at the city, she waiting to get off work and get back to partying.

    "Thank you," Virius took the ticket and went to his gate, sitting in one of the very comfortable seats, he sat and and noticed that there was party dance music playing over speakers situated around the space port. Virius was constantly fighting in his mind not to just jump up and start dancing, just like all the other people were out in the streets of the big city.

    An idea to resist his urges, he put on his headphones and blasted the volume of some classical calming music to drown out the dancing beat. It worked... Virius wiped his brow with the back of his hand and sat back in the surprisingly comfy space port chair.

    Virius waited a total of thirty minutes and quickly boarded his shuttle, the landing pad was decorated the same and another two male and female Zeltronian citizens were saying goodbye to the people who were leaving. The female rushed up and kissed Virius on the lips this time and said, "Were sorry to see you leave, we all can't wait to see you when you come back because everyone does at some time."

    It took a second for Virius to recover from the kiss but he regrettably kept walking and entered the shuttle with a usual greet from the shuttle's stewardess. Virius found his seat and sat down urgently waiting for liftoff. He closed his eyes and sat back taking deep breaths, finally the ramp closed and the ventilation kicked in filtering out all the pheromones that had circulated into the cabin.

    Virius sighed with relief, "Finally!" he said a little too loud, some of the other passengers took a look at him and then went back to enjoying their flight as best as you could in business class. Now to get to the mission at hand.

    Virius opened his slicertool and started prepping programs and doing diagnostics so he could do his job better. This is my first mission coming back from a long needed break and I need to get back into the swing of things, can't mess this up... He finished with his slicertool and closed it stowing it away in his assault pack. He sat back and looked out the viewport at the nothingness of hyperspace and thought about the upcoming mission at hand.

    The shuttle exited hyperspace in the Phu system and vectored the planet, Virius watched out the viewport and patiently awaited the landing, knowing that there weren't going to be any pheromones that would try and keep him there. The only thing that was waiting for him was the dangerous pirates that wanted to cut his throat.

    The ramp lowered Virius walked off and observed his surroundings, the sky was grey and it looked as if it were going to rain. Virius continued on and walked through the spaceport and towards the scheduled meeting area where snipes and his ship with all the gear, would be awaiting the whole squad.
 
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Staff Sergeant
Frank "Virius" Carter
Combat Slicer
-=Wraith Squad=-
TRP/SSG Virius/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[LoR] [ES1] [WM]

*Before Everyone's Vacation Post*



Yillis walked towards his room after the briefing. His only thoughts were about the pirates. Why did it have it be The Corsairs. I have to talk to Arnaut, I can't put the mission to risk.

Yillis turned 180 degrees and quickly walked back to the briefing room. Looking around the room he found Arnaut had already left, so Yillis started a jog down to Arnaut's room. Again no sign of him. Yillis broke into a run, hoping Arnaut hadn't already boarded his shuttle. Yillis saw Snipes around a pile of other Wraith members weapons and armor, he yelled to him, asking if Arnaut had already left.

"Yeah, he just got on his shuttle actually."

"Dammit."

"Needed him did ya? Hope it wasn't something too important, mission wise."

"Let's hope not bud, let's hope not."

Yillis couldn't turn back now, not informing Arnaut would get him kicked out of the army, so he headed back down and went to his room. Yillis packed his twin Kylan-3's and his Ubese Raider armor into a bag and figured that was all he would need.

Throwing the bag over his shoulder he walked back to where Snipes was still around the Wraith equipment, but was playing with Fury.

"He's coming with right?"

"Of course he is, it's a straight pirating mission, it'll help our image," Snipes said with a giant smirk on his face.

"Awesome. Maybe it'll be our logo. See ya soon bud." Yillis tossed his bag with the others, then went outside the barracks and got a shuttle to the spaceport.

Knowing his way around the spaceport, he got to the ticket counter quickly enough.

"One for Neftali please."

"Ah, you're off to the Cordel Cove Winter Carnival aren't you?"

"Oh yes, I can't wait."

The ticket counter girl just laughed and handed Yillis his ticket, "Have fun."

Making his way to his terminal, he only had to wait 30 minutes till the shuttle was ready. Popping two sleeping pills, he made his way to his seat, and just as he got comfortable, passed out.

 
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Sergeant Yillis
-=Wraith Squad=-
-=ASL=-

ASL/SGT Yillis/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR] [WM] [GS]
Rep/GameRep Yillis/GameRep: 6/Gaming Division/VET /VE

Yoder woke up on the ship where am I? Oh yea I just arrived at one of the 'party' planets, this ones mainly drinking parties I hope I don't get caught up in one yet

Yoder left the ship with his weapons on the third-class flight, and went up to another ticket register; this one was a female human.

"Hello pretty lady I'd like one ticket to the planet phu second class, also may I say you have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen?"

While she rung up the money and ticket he would have to pay, then gave him a long kiss on the lips and said sweetly to Yoder. "Have a good trip and please come back handsome."

Yoder smiled and winked then went onboard the small ship that would take him to phu. When I come back I hope I meet her again for some party fun hehehehe

Then Yoder sat on a seat held his bag of weapons and his personal armor painted dark gray, dark brown, and a mix of other colors that would help him blend in with the shadows

The trick about invisibility in the dark is that if you wear all black you look like a black man like shape, if a mix of dark colors you don't look like anything alive. Good thing it'll be useful as a pirate argh

Yoder took some sleeping pills and drifted off keeping a tight hand on his extra knife incase someone intended to steal his weapons and armor.     

 
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trp/pfc
-=Wraith Squad=-
Yoder/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/LoR
Master Swordsmen/blademaster(RL)
Dovie'andi se tovya sagain." (It's time to toss the dice) -mat cauthon

   
    The pilot eyed the passenger as he got on.  This man was strange looking, not looking at all like the normal people who hired him.  No, this man wasn't an aristocrat or some wealthy citizen.  At least one couldn't tell he was.  "Someone should have taught him manners.  Not even a hello," grumbled the pilot.

    The passenger cocked his head towards his pilot, and opened his mouth for the first time.  His pink hued eyes stood out from his pale skin and silver white hair, something that made this man so strange.  The abnormal pigments of the passenger and the unnerving aloofness that the passenger had creeped the pilot out a lot.  No words came out of the passenger's mouth when it opened.  However, when it closed, a sound escaped from his lips.  "Hm?"

    "Nothing sir.  Sit down, we better get going, we're a bit late on schedule.  Sorry."

    "It's fine.  I'm not on urgent business.  Just carry on."

    The pilot made a face as he turned around to face the controls.  This man was obviously not high classed.  He didn't have manners but at least he didn't rush him so much.  The man started the engines and grinned.  "Buckle up, we're heading for Phu."

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    Talstorin stepped off the ship and waved goodbye to the pilot.  As he took his last step off, the ships door slammed shut and the ship itself took flight with a thundering roar.  Straightening his coat and clothes as well as his hair, he shook his head, mumbling about the rudeness of the pilot.  Talstorin looked around, no one was in sight.  Perhaps he had been a little too punctual?  Bored, Talstorin took a seat and took out his datapad, looking up information about his current whereabouts.  Nothing was stated about Phu save the Phuii, which weren't described as friendly.  Talstorin frowned at the thought and looked around.  The rest of the squad had better show up before the Phuii(s?) did.

    At least he had time to get into character.  Talstorin yawned and stretched, looking around again before he reached his bags.  Retrieving a can of temporary hair dye, he sprayed splotches of red dye on his hair before trying his best to mess his hair up.  He found it more resilient than usual and it took some time for his hair to look even slightly messy.  As a last touch, Talstorin scrounged around his pack and took out a box, opening it.  It contained a pair of contacts, brown in eye color.  Putting them on with much difficulty, he closed the box and threw it back in with his stuff, blinking rapidly as he felt sharp pains in his eyes.

    A noise came and Talstorin came to a halt.  Looking up, he saw something glide through the sky.  It took a minute for the trooper to figure out what it was.  Another shuttle.  Finally, someone else had arrived.

 
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In the brightest light,
We find darkness...
-=Wraith Squad=--=TRP=-
TRP/LCPL Tnepres/4SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/VE[LoR]
Memoirs of a Withered Soul- Compendium of Short Stories on Talstorin's Background/Story of Talstorin and Durandal( out now- read it on army story board)
Tnepres/HellKite
-=Wraith Squad PRIDE=-

Yoder was sleeping when until he heard a woman scream; he woke up and saw some of the passengers huddled in a corner with two men that were passengers over them.

"Buddy who's next we should kill until we get the money we want." One of the guys said.
"I don't know maybe her. . . "

That was as far as the guy got, Yoder aimed his DC-15 at on of the guy's chest and shot him, and the guy looked down and saw he had only half his ribs. After that he clumped down and dropped.

Yoder pocketed his pistol pulled out his knife ran up and stabbed the other guy in the neck just as he turned around. Yoder pulled his blade out cleaned it then sat back down.

Ater a hour or so the announcement from the pilot said, "We are arriving at Phu, buckle down and get ready to land."

 
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trp/pfc
-=Wraith Squad=-
Yoder/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/LoR
Master Swordsmen/blademaster(RL)
Dovie'andi se tovya sagain." (It's time to toss the dice) -mat cauthon

Yillis saw Snipes coming back to the ship, with Arnaut in tow, and curiously, a Twi'lek behind them both.

"Good to see you A."

"Likewise Yillis, shall we get going?"

"Well of course, while you took so long, I had gotten everything ready, I'm sure."

"...I thought you were useless..."

"Thanks Boss."

Yillis and Arnaut both started laughing, but it was short lived, as the Queen suddenly lurched forward, almost knocking both Stormtroopers over. Snipes voice floated over the comm system, "Whoa. Guess I should hit the repulsors first. Sorry."

Yillis gave Arnaut a questioning look, "We couldn't have hired a real pilot?"

"No funding," Arnaut replied, with a smirk.

Yillis left Arnaut and headed to his quarters on this ship for the short flight. Running into Fury in a hallway, Yillis scratched behind Fury's ears, "Maybe we'll take you out so you can eat some people Fury." Fury just roared in agreement.


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Sergeant Yillis
-=Wraith Squad=-
-=ASL=-

ASL/SGT Yillis/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR] [WM] [GS]
SH/StationHead Yillis/VER/VE

Clearly Canadian!

The ship shuddered and bounced through the air, making good time over the cloud cover of Phu. Down below he could see the rain clouds flashing, unseen lighting striking from their dark mass. He rubbed his eyes wearily and walked off toward his rooms. He would only have about an hour to sleep, but any sleep was good.

As soon as he was off his feet, he fell asleep. Disturbing dreams plagued his head as he lie on his bed, but, thankfully, by the time he awoke he could remember none. Not that waking was any better than sleeping. Sitting up uneasily, he tried to remember what had woken him. And then remembered with a start that their ship had rocked tremendously.  And there had been blaster fire. Lots of it. Gasping, he noticed that the floor sloped upward, away from him, at a thirty degree angle. They didn't seem to be moving, which could mean only one thing: they were crashed. Grabbing his rifle, he slowly made his way up, and out of his room.

Outside, the hall was a disaster. Things were askew, boxes and crates, having fallen out of their rooms, knocked open, their contents spilled out. Arnaut swung his rifle around, hearing a noise behind him. In te corner, Fury slept peacefully, as if the ship wasn't torn up around him. Every now and then he let out a long purr, and moved into a better position.

Arnaut hadn't realized he'd been holding his breathe, and let it out quickly. He crept forward, stepping over the form of Fury on the ground, and made his way through the hallways up to the lounge. The whole ship seemed a wreck, the whole thing sloping as Arnaut had previously noted, and just about every item imaginable scattered over the floors.

The lounge was not as bad as the rest of the ship, mainly because there wasn't as much stuff to fall around. There were no signs of the rest of the squad as of yet. There were signs they'd been there though. Blaster scorches and blood marks painted the room, along with the dead body of two troopers in redish body armor that left the head exposed. They had numerous blaster wounds. His squad hadn't gone without a fight.

He heard dull voices coming from the hatch to the boarding ramp. Outside the ship. Weren't we flying? Quickly, he ran over to the nearest window and was dismayed to see tall trees and smoking ground, the only confirmation he needed to know that they had crashed. Or been shot down... The hatch started to move, and instinctively he dashed to the cover of the hallway and opened crates. He checked his clip, and relieved upon finding it full, waited.

The hatch opened and he could finally hear the voices clearly. Hard, gruff voices, and of no one he knew.

"There might be a few more. The pilot was shouting something about watching out for a gurrcat, but the chances of them being able to keep one on board are extremely slim. More likely he's trying to cover for a member still on board," the first voice said.

"Are yah sure? 'Cuz when I sinned up, I dudn't sin up fer workin' with gurrcats. I dudn't wanna get ripped open," the second one said.

"It'll be fine." Arnaut peered around the corner, for the first time getting a glimpse of his attackers. The first one -- Arnaut presumed he was the first one -- was a heavy-set man, with dark bushy eyebrows and a thick black beard. The second one came stumbling behind him with a slow gait that gave him a look of stupidity. Both were muscular, though, and dressed in the same armor as the corpses.

He heard a low growl from behind him, and turned around to see rows upon rows of Fury's teeth. But Fury wasn't looking at Arnaut.

"Good boy," Arnaut whispered. And promptly blew off the head of the first invader. Fury lunged at the same time as the trigger was pulled. The second man, caught off guard by seeing his buddies head puf up in a red mist, could only helplessly stare at the gurrcat lunging at him. Arnaut waited until his screams and gurglings faded away before walking back into the lounge. Fury looked at him expectantly, its blood-stained face contorted into sheer pleasure. The only problem is, the dying man had made a little too much sound when his face had been...devoured. Outside, more shouts could be heard, and it sounded as if people were running toward the door.

He moved Fury to the edge of the door. If they were going to die trapped in their ship, then they would go out with style. Though, how can there be much style in dying and not knowing why? Arnaut still didn't know why people were invading his ship.

The voices got louder and three more people ran up to the ship, with two outside as guards. Or so Arnaut presumed, from what they said. Three people entered, three quick knifestrokes were delivered, and three muscular men dropped to the floor in a pool of their own blood. But by that time Arnaut had already slipped outside. Arnaut stepped out of the dim interiors of the ship and into...chaos. From small, shaded groves of trees blaster fire peppered the ground Armored men were falling as fast as they could turn around. Though his squad was battered, broken, and tied on the ground, they were all still alive. Thankfully. Within seconds, the unseen shooters had killed all of their enemies. Arnaut still didn't understand what was happening, but he and his squad hadn't been shot at, so presumably they were friends.

A lone man stepped out of the trees.

"You are the one who sent for the presence of us Corsairs, were you not?" He asked in crisp, clipped tones. Arnaut stumbled over words, but Snipes spoke up from the group huddled on the ground.

"I did yes. We saw what appeared to be a small encampment ahead and asked if they happened to know about the Corsairs. They shot us out of the sky."

"Yes, we're deeply troubled about that. These were the Blood Tusks, a small upstart and rival "society" situated here. No wonder they shot you out of the sky. They hate Corsairs."

By this time the squad was slowly being helped out of their restraints by Arnaut's knife, and standing up, stretching out sore joints. Only Yillis was unaccounted for. No one seemed to notice, thankful on being alive.

"You indicated you wished to join us Corsairs, did you not?" The man asked. Snipes nodded. "Then if you know enough about this group, you must've been invited somehow. Please, follow us this way."

Glad to be safe, but still weary, the squad silently walked after the man.


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Sergeant Arnaut
-=Wraith Squad=--=SL=-
SL/SGT Arnaut/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE

"Take care of your equipment, and your equipment will take care of you"

"Life is a dream; we all wake up eventually."

"Do you have any idea how long it takes to dig graves for twenty-three oak trees?" - Davram Bashere

The Wraiths and their Corsair guide pressed on through the thick brush. In the confusion, Leth had begun to view this pirate as a friend, but quickly shook himself of the thought. Leth knew that his duty was to the Vast Empire. If Wraith squad could go the whole mission without their cover being blown, then perhaps the Corsairs could be looked at as potential friends. However, if their cover was blown, Leth had to be prepared to kill anybody that could be considered a threat.

Kanderin had almost slipped, but perhaps in his near-mistake, he had actually lent the Wraiths more credibility than they had, as it could be suspicious if a group of people with no battle experience wanted to join a bunch of veteran pirates. This thought on the part of Leth seemed about right, as Kanderin's slip of the tongue seemed logical to the Corsair.

The forest was odd, it seemed that no animals inhabited the place, as if they had all ran away due to some sort of larger creature or many large creatures. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of red.

A single man in red armor came out of the bushes and seeing the Corsair at the head of the group raised his rifle. Before he could fire, a single blast erupted from the muzzle of Arnaut's blaster, turning the man's head into a singed reddish mess. At the sound of blaster fire, eight more Red Tusks came out of the forest. The Wraiths raised their guns and fired, each felling a red-armored foe. The Corsair nodded slightly and smirked as if the Wraiths had just done very well on a test.

The group stood there for a moment, taking in what had just happened. The Corsair spoke up.

"That was some mighty fine shootin', you boys just might do well with us." He looked at Arnaut. "You got a quick eye an' a quick trigger finger, you best use that to your advantage. You could get a good spot on a ship if you can spot other ships comin'."

And again the Wraiths and there guide walked on toward the Corsair camp.
 
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Lance Corporal D'har Leth
-=Wraith Squad=-
TRP/LCPL D'har Leth/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/Nar Shaddaa

{Grand Imperator}