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“Tonto... I“ll kill YOU if you don“t quit.“ He growled and continued on his way to the transport, taking a seat nearest the exit. As the rest of the squad filtered in and Jace took seat in the pilot“s chair, Heliwer spat out the nearly finished butt and stamped it down under his foot. Within a few moments, they were away and into hyperspace.

Heliwer noticed Tonto immediately going through his gear and sighed. If he brought the usual amount of gear he“d be tearing through it all making sure everything was perfect, but that would involve thermal imploders and heavy repeaters. No, this was him carrying a light load, and there wasn“t much use in checking the grenades and thermal detonators that he only just checked before when he acquired them. That left the Enforcer and that was maintained daily as much as he could. Feeling slightly bored, he did draw his heavy slugthrower and give it a once over. Every part of it moved effortlessly and confirmed his suspicions of already doing a bang up job prepping the pistol.

Instead, Heliwer crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. He learned fairly quickly to get as much rest wherever and whenever he could, so taking a quick nap en route to their destination seemed like a good enough time to do so. Besides, it was highly unlikely anything exciting was going to happen on the way there. Even so, the Senior Sergeant wasn“t completely out. A part of him could hear someone talking, and could sense someone moving to the back where he was to mess with one of the seats. It wouldn“t take long though before Jace called back to the rest of the shuttle.

“Landing in 5 boys. Oil up those gears and prep your rears.“

With a discontented grunt, Heliwer roused himself and blinked himself awake, looking around the ship. He could sense one of his legs starting to fall asleep on him from how he was sat, so he stood up for a moment just after the shuttle dropped out of hyperspace. Anival already was heading to his seat as Heliwer took a quick walking lap around, looking over everyone in the squad to make sure they were ready as he stifled a small yawn. With the brief walk around done, he circled back to his seat just as Jace was receiving landing clearance. He felt the shuttle shudder for a moment as they hit the atmosphere, a side effect of the rustbucket they were in. Taking the last few minutes, he patted himself over one last time, making sure that every hidden explosive was in the right spot and his pistol was ready at a moment's notice.

With a loud thunk, the shuttle touched ground and the rear doors slid open to reveal the bustling crowd shifting throughout the spaceport. Steeling himself up, Heliwer turned to the rest of the squad and nodded.

“Remember your assignments,“ Heliwer barked. “Sooner we get this guy, sooner we get to go home. Let“s get this dirtbag.“

With that, he stood up and started down the ramp, making sure his trenchcoat was fastened up and leaving everyone else behind him. In his experience, spaceports were only ever either boiling hot or freezing cold, and with the massive crowd around he was already feeling himself starting to sweat. Still, he knew that even when traveling for personal business that everyone kept their clothing tight even if they were sweating up a storm. No matter what planet you go to, there“s always crime somewhere. He absentmindedly bumped into a couple and apologized as he made his way to the entrance of the spaceport, and quickly felt himself over, content that nothing seemed to have been picked, not yet anyways.

Weapons and exfil... sounds easy enough, he thought to himself. Devil“s as always in the details.

Biggest pain in his rear was going to be sourcing the weapons. Joamer insisted on nothing that shouted “military“, which meant trying to nab some local corporate security weapons was not really on the table. That meant at best home defense weaponry and hunting gear if any and if he could find any at all. Not only that but they had under one standard day to get everything ready, meaning that he had to work fast. Mentally he started to check off areas that would have a better chance of finding the type of gear he was after, all the while making note of the pathway to the spaceport. After a few minutes of walking, he was able to spy a couple of possible merchants who had some basic weapons, but he“d need to come back later to investigate further, and even later with some spare hands to help with the gear.

Next up was the exfiltration from the warehouse. Checking the info given to them, it was quite the distance from the spaceport. Perhaps it was chosen as to not be so obvious, but it meant it would be up to Anival on driving the escape speeder to get them out fast. Taking a brief moment for himself, he leaned against a nearby wall and grabbed his communicator, being careful to not be so obvious with it.

“Hey Anival, need you to come meet me here. Gonna be easier to go over the exfiltration with you here, and gotta take you by the warehouse.“

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"Before you board, it's important you understand that my ship is not your standard Gozanti. Listen to me and you'll be fine. If anyone has a problem with that I suggest you find a new pilot and a new ship."

Joamer smiled as he heard Raigen, speak. The smile was tight, and never met his eyes and Raigen sensed his distaste and distrust. To Raigen, Joamer seemed another know it all imperial officer ready to lead him and his men into certain decimation. "Lesson one, you are not in charge here. Even on your ship, you answer to me and only me. I say, you do. If you don't, people die. That's how it will be on this mission and any future missions. I say, they do." Raigen smirked, unimpressed. He decided to poke the bear. 'Alright Mr. Britches.' He thought as he compared the man to the many hardened criminals he'd dealt with in the past and started sizing him up. Raigen wanted to see if Joamer had a spine behind the talk.

Raigen smirks, "Let me put this another way. I built this ship from the ground up to be able to defend against pirate boarders. Can you can deactivate the initial dampners without flooding the life support system with tibana gas? How about retracting the landing gear without exposing the ship to lethal levels of radiation. Or opening that docking ring without activating the automated turret defense system. How about hidden storage compartments, which food stores are disguised kinrath venom, which button evacuates your excrement to space without sucking out your insides. . . Or, forbid, something on this ship breaks, would you know where I sourced the parts."

Raigen stared the officer down, "Got no problems following orders. . .but if you you want to live, you'll defer to my judgement on this ship. She's built for this mission and she's built for me to fly her. When the time comes for one of you to fly her or the empire to buy her, so be it, until then. . .Sir, it's my name on the deed and my millions in the hull." Raigen put a little emphasis on the sir. It one something he'd done and been reprimanded for in the past, in writing.
Joamer had turned around before Raigen had started to speak. As far as he was concerned the conversation was over, but then he heard the sir and stopped dead in his tracks. He heard a sharp intake of breath, a few slight snickers, and even a muttered "Oh frak." but the laugher was from Heliwer only.

Raigen watched as Joamer's hips shifted to his right leg. 'Right jab' he thought. Raigen fought the instinct to throw an arm foreward between the man's fist and cheek, blocking the punch. Even in the Vast Empire, you didnt hit an officer. Joamer had the advantage of rank at the moment. Raigen felt a solid hit against his left cheek and although he was braced on his artificial leg, he loosened the muscles in his neck, spin his hips, and took the blow. Unfortunately for Raigen, this also sent him off balance and spun him into a crate of power cells stacked in the corridor behind him. The blow to his human arm as he caught the durasteel, although the skin was covered in energy dampning mesh, still rung his bell worse than the punch. He walked up and almost touched his nose to the other man's his voice was soft no edge to it at all. "That is the last time I hear the word sir out of you. And the last time I tell you to carry out my orders, next time... well." He trailed off.

"Do what I say, when I say it and I will get you home. Leave your pride and dignity at the hatchway, this might be a fine ship but those behind you are my family. You've disobeyed my orders once, you don't get a second chance. Get us into hyperspace, and then we will debrief. We will also need full specs on this ship, every little dirty secret she has. I don't want to pull a lever thinking I'm getting a drink and lose my remaining real arm." He said as he flex his right hand. "Still get phantom pains sometimes, though maybe that is just old age. Get her flying, we've got a job to do. And havoc to cause."

Raigen smiled as he wiped his bottom lip. The entire squad could see the red dot on the back of Joamer's head. The sonic blaster turret above the docking ring on the inside of the ship was just above seven feet from the floor and recessed somewhat into the bulkhead. You'd have to turn around to have noticed it, even when it was deployed.

Raigen tapped a fob on the left side of his utility belt and the turret whirred as it powered down. He pushed himself to his feet and chuckled softly. Raigen had obviously not given up on the point. "Come on. Let's get the tour over with so I can get us attached to the gunship." Raigen led the way, the corridor was barely large enough for two to walk abreast but he repeated the tour given to Amacuse before without regard to the previous incident. He'd paid a small price in pride to learn a bit about who Joamer was. 'Reckless, arrogant, but he's no paperpusher. Raigen was kind enough on this tour to show them which button avoided diembowelment on the evacuator. He ended the tour in the same way, in the crew quarters, awaiting questions. He'd not divulged any secrets or given any specifications. He assumed Joamer would be wise enough to expect Raigen to leave some out in any case. The internal security measures had been deactivated beforehand. He'd simply advise Kaythree later to refrain from blasting people with sonic pulses anytime an argument arose.

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The shuttle was not cramped. It could easily carry roughly twenty people on the short ferry routes that made up much of the hyperspace lane travel between the worlds of the Vast Empire and its constituent and allied states. The engines thrummed quietly as the Star Commuter puttered through the hyperspace lanes. Jace sat hunched in the pilot seat at the front of the shuttle. His shoulders were pressed forward and his eyes stared with a steely glint out of the front viewport. Every so often he would scan the monitors in front of him showing the different readouts for the craft. It looked like a junker, but all the critical systems were in good repair. This ship was clearly meant to be a cover vehicle and nothing more. Jace sighed and tried to relax his shoulders back into the pilot“s seat. He was making himself tense and miserable by bitterly hunching his shoulders against the embarrassment of ever being seen flying a trash bag like this. It would not do, however, to go into a hot zone with his muscles sore from pure grouchiness.

At least no one is going to recognize us as dignified troopers when we exit from a literal slag pile like this. He quietly thought to himself as he once again scanned over the readouts displayed in front of him. Their cover would be intact at least as far as the landing went. He glanced over his shoulder and wondered if THIS fireteam would be the one to maintain cover and concealment for an entire mission unlike literally every other assignment for stealth the RAIDERS had previously completed. Tonto stood toward the back of the shuttle, apparently very interested in the seats of the ship.

“Landing in 5 boys. Oil up those gears and prep your rears.“ He called back into the traveler compartment.

=====================Tonto=======================

As soon as they had cleared the atmosphere, Tonto had unstrapped himself from the seats and checked his gear. He dug through the small compartments of his messenger bag. There was a small first aid box inside of the transport shuttle that held some of the other miscellaneous tools that he could not carry with him in his field kit. It was fortunate that the refit team who had turned this old shuttle into a covert landing vessel had remembered to stock the medical box with different medical care pieces. It made his life a lot easier. He had pulled out a small biological analyzer that was intended to scan battlefield injuries for potential contaminants like multidrug-resistant organisms or other bacteria that could creep into a wound. The long-term impacts of sealing a wound with those organisms present could be severe enough to call for amputation.

He closed the medical kit box and examined the shuttle. While the refit team had repaired all of the systems, it looked as though the seats of the shuttle were almost unchanged at all. There were holes where yellow blocks of foam could be seen sticking out from inside of the leather. Some fairly unsightly stains covered the seats to the rear of the shuttle in some blue and red splotches.

Tonto had a few different rituals that he usually entertained before missions. If he was calm of mind, he liked to read. He would often find himself rereading some of the field surgery techniques in the medical data slate that he kept with him most times so that he could review new techniques and improve his ability to serve in his current position as one of the two medical troopers for RAIDERS. If he was feeling fairly amped up, he took the time to meditate. It often took him a long time to quiet his brain and center his attention. His excited state was one that led his imagination to run wild through different spirals of thought about what could or might be come the results of this mission.

Would he need to utilize anything other than his weapons? Had he properly prepared? What was the fourth step for treating sucking chest wounds again?

He was not feeling particularly wound up today and did not have his data slate with him. He decided that he would treat a chair to a little field procedure. He walked toward the back of the shuttle and found a section of the chair that had a small hole ripped in it. He pulled out his suture kit and his field scissors and went to work giving the chair a little first aid. His suture kit contained a small set of tweezers and a long spool of suture strands that ended with a hooked needle. The needle was tucked into a small antiseptic pouch that would clean it after each use. Using the tweezers, he gently peeled back and exposed the edge of the hole. Angling the needle toward the inside of the hole, he punctured the small piece of leather that he was holding in his tweezers from the outside to the inside. He pulled the sharp needle from the inside across to the other side of the leather parallel to the first puncture hole. He released the end of the needle and used his scissors to cut off the needle and the long end of the string that hung across the wound. He held the end of the string in his needles and would it four times. Pulling the other side of the string over the the tweezers, he wrapped it around four times as well then pulled the end through the wound pieces. It created a small and tight suture as he tightened down the end of the string. Tonto clipped the string and stowed his gear forgoing any more sutures as Jace called from the front that they would be landing shortly.

The small shuttle fell out of hyperspace and Ryoone splayed out in front of them. Anival and Heliwer sat back in their seats. Tonto strapped himself in again even as he heard the space traffic controller clearing them to land. Jace brought the shuttle in quickly with no issue and they pulled into a large, bustling spaceport. The doors to the transport area butterflied open and they looked out at the shifting crowd as they moved around the large hangar area.

“Let“s step to. Time to go catch us a bad guy“ said Heliwer as he pushed down the ramp and into the spaceport.

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“Maybe we shhood greb some foods,“ he quietly protested. As his body slumped lower he rested his head against the edge of the table. He promptly fell asleep.

-------Four Drinks Earlier---------

Tonto sipped the Jawa Juice.

“You have to write a letter. Here, I grabbed a piece of flimsiplast from the bar.“ Heliwer shoved the thin sheet toward Tonto. “Make it mean something.“

The others at the table returned to their conversation. This was another of the ancient RAIDER traditions that he would have to become accustomed to. Writing a letter. Something with meaning... He idly tapped a stylus on his horned forehead as he thought.

Mom, Dad,

I know this will be hard to read as if you“re receiving it, the military cashed the check I wrote up to and including my life.

Way too dark. This needs to start without a joke

He crossed off the first line and began again.

Mom and Dad,

Thank you. You raised me to be the type of person who would answer the call to duty. I know that there is little solace when thinking of the loss of a child. I never had children and cannot possibly understand what that pain must be like. I want you to know that all that bitterness I felt since getting grounded on Tadath for what seemed like an indefinite period was never meant to be directed toward you. I think I misunderstood your relief at my posting in the armory for something mocking me and I realize now that I was wrong and foolish to think that. You were relieved that I was no longer in terrible danger all the time in real combat.

Before I left for this mission, know that you two were on my mind. I went bravely forth knowing that even in my personal failures, I had two parents who saw me as their greatest creation. Even in my lowest times, you were so proud to have me be yours. That faith you kept in me allowed me to stay out of the darkness that threatened to encroach on me as my service stretched on. Without you, I do not think I would have amounted to much.

Mom, thank you for giving me your sense of humor and ability to talk to people. I made friends and have a support network outside of my familial one because of that.

Dad, your stoic nature was always just you showing that the world was not strong enough to break our household. You were strong for us and gentle to us always. I cannot tell you how badly I hope I lived up to your example in even a small way.

I love you both so much,

Kenji.

Should I add a section for... His thoughts trailed off, but no. He did not need to have his parents take his letter around to other people and do things for him when they were grieving. This would be enough for him to know that, even if it did not give them closure, they would know his feelings as he went into the unknown.

------------Presently-------------

Heliwer slapped the table as he chuckled at Anival“s story hard enough to bounce Tonto“s head up a few inches and slam it back down. He was awake and now in some head pain.

He swiveled his head around as Heliwer cajoled, “Well, good morning sleeping beauty.“

“Izzat Hoamer and Javock.“ He said blearily as he saw the two senior officers walking toward them from the bar.

“Hey, you“re supposed to get drunk enough to do something stupid, not drunk enough to be stupid,“ Joamer said as he saw the mostly slumped-over Tonto.

“I got it El-Tee,“ Tonto said digging in the small medical pouch that he always kept with him. He pulled out a small stimpatch and slapped it onto his forearm. Immediately, he could feel his adrenaline rising and he felt more alert.

“We need to get a move on. Shuttle to the desert leaving soon.“ Joamer said as Havock approached the table from the bar.

If you are all sufficiently drunk, we have a shuttle to catch.“

Havock pulled out a slender blade with thousands of tiny etchings marked on it. She slammed the hollow-handled knife into the table they had been sitting at. Her letter to her loved ones would be tightly wound inside of the grip of the knife.

Joamer, Heliwer, Anival, and Jace finished their drinks and slammed their knives into the table.

Tonto was the only one who did not have one of the etched “death knives“ that the RAIDERS all had. He had grabbed a simple kitchen knife and pinned his letter to the table with the others.

They rose, Tonto somewhat shakily, and left the bar heading for one of the two hangars on the ship. The walk was...not pleasant. To Tonto“s mostly inebriated brain, it felt like he was walking on a ship on the high seas and he weaved back and forth across the hallway behind the group of five completely physically stable senior RAIDERS. Hopefully without their noticing.

They reached the hangar and Joamer led the group toward a Gozanti. Tonto had been on Gozantis before. They were not great at anything in particular but were average at many things. Cargo, prisoners, personnel, the Gozanti class had been outfitted for all of it. They were very prone to boarding and overtaking.

At least they have decent-sized med bays with plenty of field surgery tools to work with.

They entered the ship and Tonto was immediately disoriented. On the inside, the ship was completely different. Everything was upgraded and entire systems had been swapped out.

“Settle into the quarters and prepare for launch. More orders to follow.“ Said Joamer as he moved toward the bow of the vessel. Tonto immediately hurried off to the medical bay as the other troopers moved downward toward the berthing area of the ship.

“Going to check out the med bay and double-check the field supplies.“ He said although it seemed like none of the other troopers were paying him much mind.

He arrived at the door to the medbay and keyed the access pad. As the door slid into the ground, Tonto let out a small groan. It was half the size it should have been. There was one medical service bed and all of the advanced systems like surgeon droids and bacta tanks had been taken out. Clearly, whoever had refit the ship had not been too concerned about bringing army troopers anywhere. He knew that the RAIDERS in dress uniform, though rarely seen, always had multiple purple heart devices.

I really hope they are as laser-proof as they make themselves sound in the published after-action reports. I don“t even think there's enough here to do more than stabilize a trooper for 24 hours.

He would have to let Joamer know that he needed extra field supplies and hopefully an ECM-598 if they wanted to give any wounded troopers a shot at surviving in the field. He lay down on the medical bed to rest his aching eyes for just a moment.

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'Well... I guess that makes my job easy... also means we can bring an extra two TIEs in case things go sideways, instead of just the one..." Cayden thought to himself as he gave Joa a conciliatory head nod. He looked at Ari next to him before motioning her to follow him as he left the briefing. The pair exited the briefing room and began making their way to the hangar deck. "Thoughts Ari?"

"I think the mission is poorly crafted, honestly. We run the risk of inciting the First Order further by engaging in such subterfuge. We would be better off doing more covert insertions into their space, posing as civilians wanting to live under an ordered regime," she replied as she kept pace with him, pulling out her datapad.

"I mean... it's not much different a plan than what we were going to do originally, honestly... except now, we won't really have any support fighters to assist, should things go sideways... and knowing the reputations of some of the people on this mission, it most likely will," he said as he stepped into a turbolift. He waited a second for her to get in before keying the main hangar deck.

"We could see about attaching our Interceptors to the Gozanti as support... can't do anymore than that, due to the design of the Runner... though, it might be a bit odd for a Gozanti with a pair of Interceptors to be towing an old DP-20 to the First Order to sell as salvage..." she replied quietly, tapping at her datapad.

"Unless we paint the Interceptors. Make them not look like they would be in Imperial service... same with the Gozanti, honestly. Hmm... I'm leaning towards red colors for the Interceptors. And maybe a creature of some kind for an added touch of ferocity..." he mused out loud, glancing at her datapad.

"We have under forty-five minutes, Cay. At best, we can do a rush paint job on the TIEs. Should do two colors then... red and a dark yellow. Something that sticks out to show that we have nothing to hide, and that maybe... just maybe, the TIEs are more for decoration than serviceability..." she said with a slight smile, showing him his datapad and the basic two-color paint design she had in mind.

"Mmm... you're right. Two colors would be best. You get some of the engineers to help with that, and I'll get the Gozanti prepped for departure. If we time it right, we should meet the deadline. If not, then... well, you and I will just have to fly the Interceptors to catch up with the transport at the rendezvous," Cay said with a smirk, giving her a slight nudge. The doors slid open and he watched as Ari stepped out onto the catwalk for the TIEs. "Be quick, Ari... as much fun as it would be to chase after the Gozanti, I'd rather not hear about it from Joa."

She gave a light chuckle and held out her arms from her sides a bit, grinning. "Me? Be late? When have I ever been late for anything?"

He was about to retort when the lift doors slid closed and continued going down. He chuckled to himself and smiled as he rode it the rest of the way down. "She's not wrong..." he said to himself as the doors opened and he stepped out into the hangar. He looked around briefly before he spotted what he would consider to be a bit of a junker of a ship sitting at the far end of the hangar. He tried to see if there were any other Gozantis parked inside, but that one appeared to be the only one that the NI Officer would classify as a 'massive monstrosity'. "Oh boy... I just hope that pile of scrap can actually perform under pressure..." Quickly, he dashed and made his way to the ship, hoping to be able to get it in some semblance of space worthiness before the troopers arrive.

As Cayden was heading to the Last Resort, Arianna was flagging down a pair of engineers she noticed were doing maintenance on one of the TIEs nearby. "Hey, crewmen! I'm pulling you off your current assignment for a time-sensitive project!" she called out as she approached them.

The two engineers stood up and looked at her. One of the waved her off and went back to work as the other one pulled out a rag and began wiping off his hands as he approached her. "Sorry miss, but we've got a schedule to keep. The Chief Hangar Master is very strict about adhering to the maintenance schedule."

She get closer and stopped about two meters away from him, frowning slightly. "Look... Senior Crewman. I have a priority mission that departs in forty minutes, and I have a pair of Interceptors that need a new paint job so that they don't look like actual Imperial fighters. Design is very simple, only two colors. The three of us can easily knock it out with minimal disruption with the maintenance schedule," she said as she stared at him.

The younger Senior Crewman was about to answer when the older and much more surly Petty Officer stood up and walked over. "Listen lady, everyone's got a priority mission to get ready for. We can't and we aren't going to break our schedule just for a bunch of space yuppies to go and ruin perfectly good fighters. You can submit your request with the Hangar Master, or you can go without your requested work."

Ari stared at the older Petty Officer, spared the younger Senior Crewman a glance before she looked back at the older engineer, smirking. "Very well, I suppose I shall have to inform Agent Ulgo that a pair of engineers are standing in the way of this mission succeeding..."

The Petty Officers eyes widened very slightly, but it was the Senior Crewman who spoke. "Agent Ulgo..? As in... Naval Intelligence Operative, Agent Ulgo?"

"The very same," Ari said with a smile, nodding.

The pair spared a glance before the Petty Officer spoke. "What needs to be done exactly, miss...?"

"Warrant Officer. Warrant Officer First Class Arianna Blaire. And that pair of Interceptors both need a new paint job so that they look like they were salvaged and painted in order to not be confused with standard Imperial Interceptors," she replied with a smile as she held out her datapad for them to look over. "We have... less than forty minutes to get them done. The more rushed the paint job looks, the better."

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Split up the pair to get more work done in a shorter time frame. Also gonna bring the pair of Interceptors they came in on... y'know, in case the First Order decides to shoot. Plan for success... prepare for disaster.

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6.2, A5

6.2: story 2/2
You will also have an urban combat excercise with one other trooper where you will be given free roam in one of the Corps urban simulation zones. Armed with rifles that electronically register a kill you must attempt to out do the other trainee. (minimum 1000 words, story set at day or night, you do not have to win the battle)

A5: Close Combat
Single 1000 word story in which the trooper should focus on a sparring session and how they apply what they have learned.

Modern operations in urbanized terrain training center was the site of the final practical for the sharpshooter school. It was colloquially known as MOUT town. It was a brutal test center with multiple-story buildings, a large center street, and little to no locations for movement under cover. The hardest part of completing the sharpshooter school was making it through this final exam. It was a 50/50 pass-fail because to pass, each spotter/shooter pair had to eliminate another spotter/shooter pair. The opening hell weeks of physical torment, the long drags through the ground for the 6.1 designated marksman specialty, and even the shooting ranges all had a pass rate of two-thirds or higher. This practical was one of the lowest passing rates out of all the trainings for the deployable army.

Tonto as ever, had been partnered with Drex. He assumed it was because they were both armorers and neither had a completely clean record jacket. Their successes at the academy were always overshadowed by the fact that neither of them had been deployed to combat zones in the past five years. Tonto did not think it was important. He would continue to request and attend every course that came available to him at the academy regardless. He had been here for eight years already and, despite what he had originally thought about punitive assignments, it did not look like his time stationed in the armory on Tadath would be ending anytime soon.

He shook his head and shrugged off the “woe-is-me“ thoughts that were becoming an everyday occurrence and began to focus on the task at hand. Drex stood next to him in front of the hollo table that displayed the map of MOUT town.

“Sixteen trooper battle-royale style combat. Every team for themselves. Wish they had given me someone who knew how to shoot.“

Tonto snorted as Drex played up his melancholy. “I wish they had given me a partner with a brain, but here we are.“

Drex grinned and slotted his helmet over his head. “I think we should take a middle-ground position. No roof.“

“Let“s just try to survive the initial entry.“

The light on the wall began to blink red as the timer to the start of the practical ticked down on the holo display.

Here we go he thought as all of his concerns were pumped away in a rush of cortisol and adrenaline.

The door slammed open in a split second. Bright fluorescent overheads were shining down from the high ceiling and flooded the ante-chamber they had been standing in even as the two troopers flowed out. Directly in front of them was a large four-story building. To their left and right, other troopers were sprinting out of the entrances into MOUT town. A loud buzz could be heard throughout the indoor training center.

“First team eliminated. Fourteen teams remain.“

Just as the team to their right began firing toward them, Tonto and Drex dove through the window on the first story of the building. They only needed to eliminate one team, but to take a single hit would mean failure for both of them. Tonto rolled and pointed his E-11s back at the window they had come through. Drex stormed over to the stairs in the far corner of the building. “Follow on“ he yelled over to Tonto. Tonto slowly backed toward the stairs. He cycled between the door and the window as he continued to stay sighted in on his scope. He felt the bottom stair against the back of his ankle. Without removing his eye from the scope, he reached directly behind himself with his stabilizing hand and tapped Drex on the shoulder.

Drex pushed up to the next floor as Tonto painfully backed up the steps one at a time. He maintained coverage on the entrances until he could no longer see them as he moved toward the second floor. He sprinted up the last section of the stairs to Drex.

“Sweep the left side. I“ve got right“

Drex nodded and moved off to the left as Tonto swept to the right. He carefully aligned with each door and swept across in half-circle motions to ensure there were no enemies inside. At the end of the hall, he entered the last room on the right side. Inside of the room, there was a small bed centered on the right side wall, a dresser was directly to his left as he came in the door, an end table sat on the bed on the opposite side of the door, and a chair that was seated in front of the right window. A left side window was open and had soft hanging curtains in a steel gray that hung to either side of the window. Every room had roughly the same type of furniture. Most of the furniture and floors had carbon scoring and blast marks from previous marksman exam hopefuls.

Tonto let the rifle hang off of its three-point sling. He pushed the dresser away from the wall closest to the hallway and pivoted it on two of its legs. He pushed it up against the left side wall and climbed on top. He lay down across the dresser. He could not see the street level below the building because of the angle that the dresser, but he had a clear sightline across the central section of the map. Being further back from the window also meant that it would be much harder to spot him lying on the elevated dresser and deeper inside the shadows of the unlit room. Drex entered the back of the room and gently tapped his heel so Tonto knew it was him. The door creaked most of the way closed as Drex attempted to further limit the visibility in the room.

The drapes fluttered back and forth across the window. Tonto felt his mind drift for a moment thinking about the level of programming detail needed to put a fake breeze into drapes. He returned his attention back fully to the space in front of him. He could see two buildings that were almost certainly held by other teams. There was a short two-story building that looked like a normal 3 bedroom two story house. He could not see any movement in it. He panned up and down the three-story building next door checking each window separately for three seconds at a time. As he panned across the final row of windows on the taller building, he saw slight movement. His depth and brightness fields in his helmet tried to adapt as he quickly swung his rifle across to the two-story house. The door in one of the bedrooms was slowly swinging into it from the hallway inside of the house. In the depths of a room across from the one with the window that Tonto was looking through, he could just barely make out the shape of a rifle barrel in the darkness.

He moved instinctually without thinking. Across the training ground, the door had only just cleared the trooper“s vision enough for him to see Tonto lying across the dresser. The bolts impacted the walls directly above the dresser right where Tonto had been lying. Tonto“s movement had him rolling heavily across the top of the dresser and falling flat on the floor of the room. Another shot came through the window, but Drex had also flattened himself across the floor of the room.

They both crawled back out into the hallway. As they did, Tonto saw the end of the exam at the end of the hallway. Another trooper with an E-11s had been silently padding down the hallway checking the rooms. Tonto boosted himself off the floor, unclipped the E-11s from the sling, and sprinted forward even as the trooper began to swing his rifle toward Tonto.

“DREX FIND HIS TEAMMATE.“

Tonto reached out with his hand even as the rifle was leveled toward Drex. He grabbed the barrel and pulled as hard as he could to the right, dragging the rifle off target from Drex. The trooper“s sling pulled his body forward and Tonto followed up the barrel grab by thrusting with his right knee toward the left side of the other trooper's ribcage. Rather than continuing to fight for control of the rifle, the trooper released it and used both hands to catch the knee that was flying up toward his ribs. As he caught the knee, Tonto powered it back down toward the floor to re-establish his balance. The other trooper slammed his helmet into Tonto“s face plate. The light in the hallway was filled with tiny blue and yellow dots that exploded across Tonto“s vision. Even as his head ranged back, he slammed the rifle he was still holding butt first into the chest of his opponent and heard a satisfying rrrg as the rifle butt connected with the other trooper“s diaphragm. Tonto dropped his weight hunching over his shoulders and bending his knees while dropping the E-11s. He shot forward wrapping his arms around the backs of the other trooper“s knees sending them both careening toward the ground.

As they slammed to the ground, the trooper Tonto had landed on top of had clasped both of his hands together and slammed his fists into Tonto“s back repeatedly. Tonto slithered up his opponent's body shooting into a high mount. He tucked his knees up into the armpits of the other trooper who was already moving to block the coming onslaught. Tonto began ground pounding with left and right jabs all directed toward the trooper's face. The other trooper held his forearms in front of his face in an attempt to prevent the attacks and tried to buck with his hips to throw Tonto off balance. The other trooper, seeing that he was having no luck in bucking Tonto off or slowing the oncoming blows threw out a slow punch to try and put Tonto back on the defensive. It had been exactly what Tonto was waiting for. As the arm came up toward him, He boosted himself up planting his right foot next to the grounded trooper“s head and wrapping both of his arms around the one stretching up from the floor. He kicked with his still-planted leg and allowed himself to fall to the trooper“s left side while boosting his pelvis up under the trooper“s shoulder. He had a strong arm bar and had both of his legs stretched across his opponent's chest.

“Surrender or I am going to break your arm.“

“Come on man. At least fight me with a gun. This is a marksman course.“

Tonto did not respond. He simply pushed his pelvis slowly off the ground increasing the pressure on the other troopers' arm joints. On his HUD, bright green letters began flashing. PASS was written in bright green letters.

Drex“s voice crackled through his comm. “Found his partner, you don“t need to break his arm you animal.“

Tonto let the other trooper go and helped him up off the floor. “Sorry, I really wanted to win.“

The other trooper did not respond and Tonto followed him out of the MOUT range. It really was just a flip of a coin for this exam.

OOC:: Total WC 1880

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"Attention, attention. Second Lieutenant Joamer Reistlin and Brigadier General Ayme Katash, please report to Briefing Room Besh-4-Peth on Deck 4..."

Ayme winced as she heard her full name over the intercom. Growing up her name was something she had to keep hidden, she became Havock to keep herself and her adopted family safe. Understandably they really didn't need much help as her adopted family was also a gang made up of orphans just like her. Still it had become a habit and she had always kept a tight circle of close companions that she would grant the allowance to use her real name aloud. Thus hearing it broadcast to an entire ship of Gods knows who somewhat irritated her.

"This is a bad idea." She looked up, glaring at the intercom. "You'd think with them telling us that this is covert they would find a way to let us know without alerting the whole ship."

Ayme muttered as she started stomping off towards the turbolifts, she could hear Joamer talk about smacking people, but that also wasn't very covert. She would allow it, but it just wasn't covert.

This whole mission seemed to be starting off in a very disorganized fashion. And given she left a lot to re-join this mess the lack of action was getting to her. Ayme was ready to get to the job that what was left of the VE put so many resources into gathering a reunion to pursue.

Joamer was definitely still talking, Ayme wasn't really listening which wasn't like her but her mind was on the home she left and the frustration she was feeling at that moment.

The doors opened and the two former RAIDERS exited on Deck 4. Ayme sighed and slowed her pace.

"Okay Joamer, really what do you make of all of this? Why bring us back?"

Joamer shook his head. "Literally what I've been talking about the entire turbolift ride Hav, where's your head these days?"

Ayme rolled her eyes. "Probably wherever yours was when you almost shot Jace back there, which don't get me wrong, I understand the reaction. But that aside I think we are all just confused and I don't even know my job anymore, I left as the damn Prefect. I am not doing that again, I hate paperwork Joa, like really hate it."

"Okay, so what's the plan." Joamer came to a halt and pointed at a door in front of them which they needed to enter.

"Still got the flask?"

Silently he held it out to her. Ayme took a long pull on the liquor, then a deep breath as she closed the flask. "Listen first, then shoot them if we don't like the answer."

Joamer nodded, "sounds about right."

****

“Our mission is to infiltrate the shipyard and secure scans and photographs so that our analyst back here can get a better estimate of what their industrial machine is able to output....we want you to go undercover as salvagers to sell this ship to the First Order."

Ayme looked at the ship and raised an eyebrow, then glanced back at Joamer. She typed on the datapad, I hope we have permission to sell that piece of garbage for a low ass price.

And for the RAIDERS in the room. Your job is to ensure that the databox in the Runner makes it safely into our hands. Should anything happen to Mr. Tei-Yehn or the Runner, you and your team are to retrieve the databox and return it at whatever cost. I cannot stress how many good field agents we have lost in First Order territory. Our presence there is nonexistent. We need a team that was removed enough from the Vast Empire to be able to blend in naturally but also capable of seeing this mission through at all costs.“

Ayme rolled her eyes again trying to remember the last time she was able to blend in naturally to anything. Stelth was not her strong suit to say the least. She listened to the words from the intelligence officer about the reputation of the RAIDERS and couldn“t agree more. The squad was always unorthodox but did manage to get the job done. This time there was the small complication of needing to make it back home in one piece, that was going to clearly be the issue.

They left the briefing to head back to the bar walking together in silence for a few steps. “You are best at the training Joa, I never had the patience.“

Joamer shrugged, “won“t have much time for training this time Hav, mostly just work on keeping the regs from getting us caught.“

“Well you and I both know I“m not good at that either.“ Ayme smirked then stopped at the door to the bar where the others were waiting for them.

“You go tell them and buy a round on me. I“ve got a call to make before we go.“

Joamer nodded and went through the door.

*****

Ayme walked a few more steps until she found an empty room which looked to be an unused storage area, probably for the bar. She sighed and opened her comm, it buzzed a few times then a familiar face appeared.

“Hi Ayme, aren“t you supposed to be shooting things?“

Ayme scoffed, “just finished the briefing, I get to shoot things later.“

Blue eyes narrowed and Elora stopped whatever activity she was doing to look directly into the comm. “Okay out with it, what“s wrong? And don“t do that thing where you pretend nothing is wrong, raise your eyebrow hit me with an, I“ll admit it adorable, really then finally tell me what“s actually wrong.“

“Adorable huh?“

“Ayme!“

Ayme laughed, “okay okay, obviously I can“t tell you much, just...I wanted to see your face before I left.“

Elora nodded. “That bad?“

Ayme just stared at the screen and frowned.

“Okay then, you know what to do.“

Ayme nodded, “be home soon...in one piece...or as close to that as possible.“

“And don“t you forget it.“

Ayme finished up the call and took a deep breath. It was time to focus on the mission as fracked as it was.

****

She walked into the bar and saw the group of Army vets listening to Joamer intently. There was a shot of whiskey sitting on the bar next to Jace. Ayme didn“t break her stride walking straight into the group, up to the bar, then raised the glass to her lips taking the shot.

The other troopers stopped talking to look at her.

“If you are all sufficiently drunk, we have a shuttle to catch.“ Ayme put the glass back on the bar and turned to the exit knowing the others would follow to the shuttle to take them on the first leg of their mission.

OOC:: If I“m reading correctly we are heading to Mos Eisley to get gear then we move on from there to impersonate smugglers. We have a group of regular troopers with us for your NPC writing delight. Next posts can have us on the transport to Mos Eisley (or whichever system near there I“m not picky). Remember we are trying to be covert....not that we“ve ever been good at that lol.

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Fantastic. Instead of getting to go and kidnap some druk-eating arms dealer, I get to go and listen to a brief about the state of the varping union.

He sighed. He could have grounded the mission and forced his team to wait, but there were two reasons that he would let the squad go and miss the fun. One was that the team could be loaded top-heavy. He could put the higher-ranking troopers on the mission because out of the eight members of the squad, there were three senior sergeants, two lance corporals, and three privates of first and second class. Had he been available to go, he would have taken a trooper from each echelon, but without him, it needed to be a higher-skilled group because failure would be spread amongst the fireteam rather than directed at Joamer alone. The second reason was that the window for catching this arms dealer would close and it had taken a long time for VENI to track all of the shipments and interrogate the right people to pinpoint the criffing Sullustan.

He leaned back against the wall. The squad should only need about ninety seconds to pack up. At least, the squad he would be sending.

Exactly ninety seconds after exiting, Joamer reentered the squad bay. The pneumatic door hissed open. There was a delay this time as he stepped through the door. The commotion of a mission makeready allowed him to briefly observe his squad without them seeing them. Only for a moment before one of the newly minted privates shouted, “Attention on deck!“

While not every trooper snapped to attention, the older squad members knowing that Joamer was not one for the pomp and circumstance, the squad bay quieted.

Deviant was lounging on his bunk clearly having packed quickly. For some reason, one of the newer privates looked like he had been cuffed around the ears and was figuring out how to relatch a Z-6 rotary blaster back into the Squadbay weapon locker. Heliwer stood close enough to him for Joamer to know where the cuffing had come from. Joamer did not delay. He knew who was going.

“Jace, you“re on stick and comms. Keep an open line to the command center once you arrive on Ryoone and ensure the squad can maneuver effectively with squad comms. Do not park in no parking zones.“ He gybed at Jace as he threw an activation chip to a small junker that was parked in the RAIDERS landing bay. “ Heliwer, weapons, and exfil. Do not make a scene that says “military action“, but utilize whatever tactics are necessary for the withdrawal. Anival, you“re working on hijack and tracking. We want to know where some of these shipments are going after they leave the warehouse so mark some crates for us. The team will need to get a speeder to play wheelman once the package is in tow. Tonto, you“re on support and medical. There is a wrist-mounted deployable cover on the ship that you are to keep on you at all times. I want you to administer a heavy sedative to the extraction target as arms dealers have a bad tendency to utilize combat and communication implants to prevent exactly what we are trying to do here.“

“Joamer, you covered all the mission roles.“ Pointed out Anival.

“Very astute of you Anival.“ Said Jomaer through gritted teeth. “High command has decided that this mission can be completed by my troopers without needing direct oversight. Now all of you get moving before I decide to send a different squad in your place.“

Swiftly and without comment, the four troopers moved out the door and down the hallway towards the RAIDERS hangar area.

“The rest of you, clean this place up. It looks like a bunch of wild animals live in here and it smells like Rancor droppings.“

“YES, SIR.“ The newest RAIDERS shouted.

Gods they just get louder in their affirmation the shittier the job is. He admired the talent of the drill instructors at effectively indoctrinating the young troopers.

=====Tonto=====

The squad of four walked toward the RAIDERS Hangar. Tonto fell into step closely behind the sergeants as they quickly moved out of the barracks. As they walked, Anival and Heliwer took long drags on the cigarettes they had. Tonto knew what the consequences were, but he could feel his favorite joke just bubbling up inside of him as he walked behind the two sergeants down the long corridor.

“Ya know, those things“ll kill ya if you don“t quit.“

They had heard it enough times. The slight sarcastic tone it started with, the same joking phrase. You could hear every word drip passed Tonto“s huge smile. The consequences were, of course, the only predictable thing about telling that joke.

Anival slowed slightly and punched Tonto in the arm as hard as he could so that Tonto stumbled sideways a few steps and Heliwer dropped a menacing side-eye toward the stumbling trooper and said, “Tonto... I“ll kill YOU if you don“t quit.“

It never got old. The joke. The punches left varying degrees of bruises and he definitely could have done without those, but he simply could not resist the opportunity to say it when he saw them smoking. The first time he had said it, he had been fresh out of field surgery school and had genuinely been thinking about the lungs that the students had operated on from people who had been smoking for years. Now he just said it because he knew annoying his squadmates was how he showed he cared.

They arrived at the hangar as Tonto continued to rub the blood back into his arm where Anival had punched him. A rickety-looking Star Commuter 2000 bleeped as Jace pressed the activator chip. As the four troopers walked toward it, Tonto thought he heard Jace muttering something about, “...cannot be serious with this.“

The troopers boarded, buckled in and Jace flipped the switches to activate the lift-off repulsors.

Tonto could already feel his adrenaline levels rising. This was going to be fun.

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He wrote the word Families? And looked at her, she looked down for a moment and nodded a strange look in her eyes when she did so. This mission was already different, it went against their training but it felt more real this time. All the other missions they had been together on were for some cause he never believed in, but this one was for something much bigger. He was beginning to feel the very galaxy and all the innocents within it were at stake now.

This mission was already getting out of hand, the intelligence peon was obviously new, or just the only one left with authority. Already too many people were in this room learning the basics which meant operational security was out the window.

“We will give that experimental a test flight far away from here.“ He heard the one called Tei“Yehn say and Joamer nodded.

“Amacuse won“t be flying that brick you call a freighter though.“ Joamer said as he stood up and nodded to his old friend. “He can have second seat but I“ll fly her, let“s quickly get everyone onboard and get out of here. Far too many eyes on this thing as it is. Grab what you need, let“s have wheels up in forty-five minutes.“

Joamer saw Tei-Yahn give him a strange look before following Amacuse out, everyone left quickly leaving himself and Havock with the intelligence officer.

“Opsec is life or death for us, this is already messy.“ Havock said into the silence.

“Our Empire is dying, we are pulling back from most of our controlled systems. We simply do not have enough people to function anymore. We think we can garrison enough to protect Tadath and a few of our more important systems but maybe not even those.“ Ulgo said. “I“ve heard you prefer working with the dregs, something about making them the better soldiers for your little insane breed of squad.“

Joamer nodded as did Havock, the stories about them had become myth over time and now he even had trouble picking apart what had actually happened and what was made up.

“

“What about the next mission?“ She asked into the air.

Agent Ulgo did not insult them by denying the plans that were being laid out for the next mission if they succeeded.

“Your trip will only be confirmation of what we already suspect. I think the First Order is huge, I think their fleets already number into the hundreds of very powerful star destroyers, perhaps thousands by now. With the resources we have available we don“t even have a full squad or even a squadron to pull off any missions, and our fleets are so out gunned it would be suicide to attempt to fight them.“

“Then we slow them. Get behind their lines and start to stab them with thousands of needles, buy time for the Galaxy to maybe get itself ready for the invasion.“ Havock said.

Joamer handed him a datapad, “We“ll need you to procure us items, use people not connected with the VE at all. Contact the families of our troopers, get them here. They will have a choice to make in a few weeks. We“ll use the Gozanti unless she gets blown up.“

“We“ve captured a few of their regular storm troopers over the years, I“ll have two full suits of their armor, their basic weapons loadout, and a few officers uniforms on your ship waiting for you. We“ve also had some luck with slicing their comms gear, but it“s not much. Hopefully it will give you a starting point to start working on it.“ Ulgo started scanning the pad and stopped, “This is... millions of credits worth of supplies, gear, farming equipment, shop equipment, repair, tools...“ He began muttering to himself as he continued to scan it.

“It“s all for our cover too, the other stuff is further down. Have your best smugglers hide those items inside the farming equipment where the order can“t find them. Our personal gear will be inside the Gozanti just in case we have to cut and run. This remains secret. Don“t tell high command, don“t tell anyone else but your contacts. When we get back and far after we leave you can let them know about another mission, but this remains silent.“ Joamer said as Ayme nodded in agreement.

“Raigen has contacts in Mos Eisley, I“ll use some of them. If you come... when you get back and we green light the next phase you can pick up gear there, or in a nearby system.“ Ulgo said.

“And if you find other recommendations we will need feel free to add them to the list. We made that while you were talking.“ Ayme said, “There is no doubt things we missed.“

“You two don“t have to do this.“ Ulgo said. “You are retired, you are free.“

“If not us, then whom?“ Ayme said as she and Joamer stood. “This is what RAIDERS do.“

“Has to be us, someone else would of gotten it wrong.“ Joamer said as he and Havock both walked out the door, leaving Ulgo staring at the empty room. He had a lot of work to do in a week or two, and possibly a choice to make himself. He knew from the doccies of the various men and women who currently made up that squad they had almost all the skills needed to pull something like this off, but what was one more counter-intel agent amongst legends? He smiled as he stood and stretched, he needed to get in more in shape then maybe this commander Reistlin would say yes to one more insane idea.

Joamer Tremaine Reistlin
Second Lieutenant, Squad Leader
Wildcard Platoon, RAIDERS squad

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Subtlety was not something that was used very often when it came to RAIDERS missions. Which was odd considering the squad“s wider expertise was more unconventional means of warfare. As Jace took a look around the barracks he could see that most of the others also seemed surprised at this particular task“s parameters. It had been some time since the last mission that called for more stealth than explosions. Though Jace didn“t mind. In fact a smile crept across his lips as he gave a lazy salute before Joamer turned and left them to gear up and pack. This would be the mission that his skills and training as a Slicer could come in as extremely valuable.

With a grunt Jace swung his legs over the end of his bunk and stood. He reached his arms far above his head in a long stretch, letting out a somewhat exaggerated yawn. He crossed each arm across his chest and hugged it to himself, holding the position for a handful of moments each before he switched. He rolled his shoulders backward, then forwards and yawned again before he warded off the last of his nap with a shake of his head. He scanned the barracks again and took not of who all was there. It was going to be a smaller squad but he was at least mostly confident that the little rag-tag group could complete the mission and send off a nice shiny report.

He watched for a moment as the others started to grab their before he turned to his own locker and opened it with a clang. The first and most obvious thing to grab was his TUFF 1 combat suit. The perfect light padded suit that could fit underneath the civilian clothing they have to wear for the mission. Jace looked around again to see what kind of armor the others would be bringing along, and when he saw multiple of them pull out their Scout trooper armor he signed and dug out his Trooper armor suit. Though his was designed for his specialty. A Communications clonetrooper suit of armor, light armor that was perfect for the com tech on any squad. Jace had modified the armor to mostly be black, something that was the norm for the RAIDERS. Wearing that along with the civilian clothing and the TUFF suit may get a little stuffy, but Jace has done it before and he was able to manage enough dexterity to still be able to get out of a tough spot and put up a good hand-to-hand fight. The comm tech suit also came with a utility belt. To the small bits and bobs and tools that were already on the belt Jace added his F-187 Fusion Cutter and his FastTurn-3 Hydrospanner. He stuffed the armor and utility belt into a bag and turned to the locker that held most of his weapons.

Jacen had never been one for long range fighting. So most of his weapons were melee or shorter range pistols. Without a moment of hesitation he grabbed both of his Treupps-2 vibroblades. They had seen many missions with him and they had never let him down. Their blades were stained with the blood of more beings than he cared to count. That was trauma he wasn“t too keen on rummaging through, even mentally, before a mission. After he carefully slid the blades into his armament bag he grabbed another blade, a FSK-7 combat knife, and hooked the sheath to the belt he was wearing. Next was his trusty DC-15s and a Kylan-3 heavy blaster pistol. The DC-15s had seen just as many missions of the Treppus blades, but the Kylan was the newest addition to Jacen“s little group of deadly friends. The Kylan found its home in the armament bag while the DC-15s was tucked neatly into its holster at Jace“s side. The green eyed man took a look over the gear had already gathered, taking note of each item and how it could help the mission at hand. It felt like something was missing, though... Jace put his hand to his chin in thought and a moment later his face lit up. One quick dig through the footlocker he pulled out one of the only hefty guns he owned, an M13 "Lucky Strike" semi-auto shotgun. Jace held it up on both hands and looked over it almost lovingly. There hadn“t been too many situations where Lucky had come out to play, but the few times it had proved to be way more fun than one should be having while shooting at another living being. Lucky was added to the armament bag, followed by two thermal detonators and three emp grenades.

The last things that Jacen needed were in another small locker. This one full near to the brim with random bits and bobs of tech and slicing gear. Jacen looked longingly at all of it, lamenting that he wouldn“t be allowed to bring all of it. So instead he grabbed his PAC20 visual wrist com, communications scanner, and his Karoushi datapad. The final trinket was one of his favorites, a Pocket Scrambler PS-xqt9s, which would undoubtedly come in handy during the covert mission. That is if RAIDERS could keep it covert.

With his bags packed and will to be awake slowly waning he kicked back up onto his bunk and laid with his back against the wall and watched the rest of the squad finish their packing.

OOC:: WC 1040 Hell yeah I was able to make 1k. Still not the best, unfortunately. Been a while since I've done any sort of "gear up" writing lol. Anyways here's my gear list for the mission!

TUFF 1 Combat Suit, FSK-7 Combat Knife, F-187 Fusion Cutter, 2x TREPPUS-2 Vibroblades, PAC20 Visual Wrist Com, Communications Scanner, FastTurn-3 Hydrospanner, Pocket Scrambler PS-xqt9s, Communications Clonetrooper Armor (mostly black), M13 "Lucky Strike" Semi-automatic Shotgun, Kylan-3 Heavy Blaster Pistol, DC-15s Blaster Pistol, 3x EMP Grenade, 2x V-1 Thermal Detonator, Karoushi Personal Datapad

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Raigen sighed. He recognized the pattern. Any time an officer unfamiliar with those they are briefing begins a brief they usually begin with an introduction and short personal history. It was exhausting.

Agent Ulgo scanned the room and continued. "I'll get to the chase. You're wondering why you were called out of hibernation to deep space." Ulgo pointed to his datapad and the holoscreen fluttered to life with a galaxy map. A small section of the 'northwestern' portion of the unknown regions was highlighted in red.

"This. . .is the First Order, or was approximately ten years ago. The red section is the area we believe they control. They're a military junta created by some of the Empire's more radical officers following the battle of Endor. Unlike many Imperial Remnants, they didn't stick around to fight the growing New Republic or to carve out sections of the known galaxy for themselves. After the battle of Endor they simply dissapeared. They showed up again
recently in rumors from spacers on the northern edge of our territory approximately ten years ago. . .This is them today." He reached down to his data pad and the highlighted area grew tenfold.

"The first order is unlike any other remnant we have encounted. They are highly secretive, they operate in the unknown regions, and we've encountered exactly zero defected members of their organization. Recent attempts to infiltrate their systems have been unsuccessful. To date, we have lost seven teams attempting to set up field offices on their controlled planets.

We know that their technology far outpaces our own and the New Republics. They have new star destroyers, new starfighters, and even their stormtroopers utilize advanced armor and weaponry.

What we don't know is their numbers. To date, we cannot pinpoint a capital planet or large fleet concentration through agents posing as traders. Last week, however, we received intelligience suggesting that they are buying up bulk metal and spacecraft parts and shipping it here, to a plant named Yandl. Our astronomists tell us that there are no habitable planets in this system. Our analysts believe this to be the location of one of the First Order's shipyards, possibly their largest."

The agent drank from a glass on the pedestal before continuing. The holoscreen switched to a model of a sleek, new, TIE spacecraft. Raigen's eyes widened as he admired the streamlined pylons and solar panels. 'Fast' was all that came to mind.

"Our mission is to infiltrate the shipyard and secure scans and photographs so that our analysts back here can get a better estimate of what their industrial machine is able to output."

"Ensign Zeedrick along with some other engineers in the recent Officer Candidacy School came up with this design in the last class as part of a hypothetical project. Our Research and Development team was able to put together a model. Codename "Runner," this ship is light and fast. Unfortunately, we were unable to outfit the ship with long range communications or hyperdrive, but we have devised an alternative plan, albeit, on short notice.

We want you to go undercover as salvagers to sell this ship to the First Order." He thumbed his datapad and pulled up a hologram of a Correllian DP-20 gunship. "This is the Ferocious, but don't let her name fool you. She's been mothballed in our reserve fleet for a decade and no longer has weaponry, life support, or flight control. Her engines are still functioning and we believe the first order will be interested in salvaging her for spare parts and metal. Inside Ferocious, we will conceal the payload, codename Runner, and a single pilot. Upon deliver to Yandl, that pilot will exit the Ferocious, take photographs and scans of the shipyard while avoiding destruction or capture by their security, then escape and rendezvous in deep space with the rest of the team."

Raigen scoffed. . .loudly. "Sounds like a suicide mission. What idiot are you going to get to fly that sortie?" He looked to Cayden and the woman he entered with for agreement.

The agent frowned and continued, "Runner is currently more than capable of outrunning the First Orders ships in subspace, however, to date we have not been able to successfully fly her due to limits in pilot capability. To be frank, Runner accelerates so fast that our pilots cannot withstand the gravitational forces."

Raigen's mouth closed upon hearing this, suspecting what came next.

"That's right, Mr. Tei-Yehn," Agent Ulgo said victoriously, "Among other biological systems that were upgraded as a result of the trauma you recieved from your accident, we installed a cardiovascular pump beneath that duramesh skin suit you're wearing. In addition to being a built in G-suit, it has the capability of pressurizing your blood beyond normal human capacities. We believe this will allow you to successfully pilot the Runner." Raigen slumped in his seat, arms crossed, realizing that not only did he get the shit assignment of the mission, he was likely the only person capable of doing it and therefore could not refuse. "And your very public personal history as both an enemy of the Republic and as a salvager makes you an ideal point man and natural cover for this mission. We had planned to provide you with a craft for hauling the Ferocious, but I expect you've come equipped for that looking at that massive monstrosity in the docking bay."

"Mr. Tavers, Mr. Tei-Yehn will need a capable pilot to retrieve him and the Runner. Your record speaks for itself, and I suspect more than just your Imperial loyalties compell you to seeing First Order space first hand."

Agent Ulgo looked toward Havok and Joamer. "And for the RAIDERS in the room. Your job is to ensure that the databox in the Runner makes it safely into our hands. Should anything happen to Mr. Tei-Yehn or the Runner, you and your team are to retrieve the databox and return it at whatever cost. I cannot stress how many good field agents we have lost in First Order territory. Our presence there is nonexistent. We needed a team that was removed enough from the Vast Empire to be able to blend in naturally but also capable of seeing this mission through at all costs."

"Should you accept, you will speak to no one else of this mission and report directly to me aboard the Dead Gun upon completion. This is a black operation ladies and gentleman. That means no one is coming to get you should you fail. Of course, you're all retired and no one can force you to accept. But for operational security, should you decline, you will be sequestered aboard the Dead Gun until it's completion. . .Any questions? . . .and yes, Mr. Tei-Yehn. This job comes with ample monetary renumeration up front. You need not worry about payment or operating costs."