Major Valen looked around the dropship passenger bay, observing the troops around him. There were ten troops in all, about to begin their most difficult challenge yet. Just ten minutes ago they had broken course with the six other LAAT\i carrying other groups to their own drop points.

The members of the team, labeled Cell 1, were dressed in light camouflage suits and wore a heavy blaster pistols fixed on stun at their side. That was all they were going to be given for this mission – they’d have to get the rest for themselves.

“Alright, recruits.” Valen said, standing up and grabbing an overhead handhold, “We’re just about to arrive at our destination. Perphaps it’s about time I explain to you what’s going on.

“We’ve flown down here to the jungle for a little training exercise. When we get to our destination, I’m booting you guys out of this LAAT and flying off.  Your job is to get back to the training camp. You’re provided only what you have on you now – It’s up to you to get the rest.”

“We have camps out here. There will be armed patrols, equipped with lethal weaponry. You are not to kill any one of our personnel. Is that clear?”

In unison, the whole cell replied, “Yes sir!”

“Very good,” The Major said as the LAAT landed, “Now get the hell out of my ship.”

The pale trooper hit his landing smoothly, and on his own two feet too.  Glancing around as he stood up straight again, he sighed.  “What a typically dull training course,” he muttered under his breath.  Talstorin checked his things to make nothing had fell during his landing and once he was satisfied, he began to walk. 

“Get back to the training camp?  That’s it?”  Looking around, it seemed that the other troopers had already went off, so with a shrug,  Talstorin did the same.  It wasn’t like things were going to be particularly dangerous anyways, he had done several missions that were much more dangerous compared to this one.

The landing spot, contrary to the environment around it was a flat plain, just outside of the forest. The spot itself was incredibly small and by the looks of it, recently cleared.  Assuming his sense of direction was right, he had entered the jungle in the right direction.  The atmosphere was a bit humid within the jungle, which made Talstorin slightly uncomfortable though not disadvantaged in any way.

The instructions were extremely vague, being less than three sentences so things were a bit more difficult.  Talstorin himself was not exactly sure of what was asked of him though he figured things would make more sense after a few minutes of walking.

Preparation wise, Talstorin had expected things to be a little stricter.  They had been given water, for one thing, and even weapons.  He kept his electrostaff on him, leaving his sword at home, still a bit unsure on whether to use the blade at all, and a pistol.  That was all he really needed and in fact, had done most of his work with less equipment than that.

Minutes later of walking through the trees, the trooper found the place extremely uneventful and lonely.  He had hoped for an array of traps or at least some enemies to make things more interesting.  Instead, he found himself walking through a humid, quiet place that seemed to never end.  Suddenly, a branch snapped behind him, sending a rush of adrenaline through Talstorin’s system. 

Immediately straightening up, he scanned the area but found nothing.  His hand was on his pistol, tense and ready.