Striding down the hallway in full uniform, Angel reached 2nd Lieutenant Rizzit's office. Knocking twice Angel heard a familiar voice resound from within.

"Come"

Opening the door, Angel stood at attention and threw a quick salute to his former squad leader.

"Sir, Senior Sergeant Fallen Angel reporting." he said.

Rizzit laughed softly, "come on now, theres no need for such formality here. Just because I'm an officer now doesnt mean you have to be so formal in my office. Although I like the uniform." Rizzit said, laughing again.

Angel relaxed a little bit, "Thanks boss, anyways you wanted to see me?"

"Yes, yes I did. I know that Raiders is a little short on men right now, and you guys have been training hard since the Alzoc III mission. By the way, I'm glad to see your back in one piece. You really need to take it easy on yourself out there."

"Sorry sir, there's just too much of my brother in me."  Angel replied.

"Yes," another voice said "thats what were all afraid of..." Angel turned and saw Sergeant First Class Otto Vox, his new SL, standing in the doorway. "Sorry I'm late Rizz, got lost in my meditation."

Angel still stood in awe of the presence the Dark Jedi held. The room seemed to become a little tighter...a little colder... a little darker when one entered. Suppressing a shiver, Angel regained his composure and threw his SL a salute.

"Ok sit down both of you," Rizzit said, pointing the two troopers to his couch. "I have a mission for Raiders. We have gotten various reports of the New Republic researching ways to produce SSD's at a much quicker pace. We know that this is taking place at the Bilbringi shipyards." Rizzit flipped a switch on his desk and the lights dimmed as the holoprojector switched on.

                                  ***
A dull gray planet sprang up and a female voice began "The system of Bilbringi is a lifeless system that is filled with rocky worlds with rich and heavy metals, and is most known as the site of the former Empire's Ship Yards. The system is filled with asteroids and drifting debris that litter the space around the entire system. The Empire's Bilbringi Ship Yards was one of the largest shipyards in the galaxy and is located in the Bilbringi system. To defend the Bilbringi ship yards against attack General Drost brought in four Golan II Battle Platforms and each bristling with turbolasers, tractor beams, and torpedo launchers." The holoprojector switched to pictured of the defense platforms, and the womans voice continued  "During Grand Admiral Thrawn's campaign after the death of the Emperor Admiral Ackbar and Wedge Antillies planned an attack on the Bilbringi Ship Yards, and at the same time Thrawn was planning to defend Bilbringi against the Alliance attack. When the smugglers coalition and Karrde attacked Bilbringi they assumed the suprise Imperial Force was for them since they had hit Bilbringi before, but Thrawn waited for the Alliance to arrive to attack and as so as Ackbar's force dropped out of hyperspace Thrawn pounced on Ackbar with his Star Destroyers. The Golan II's then became the target of the smugglers which caused Thrawn to split his forces, and at the same time Thrawn's personal Noghri bodyguard stabbed his master through the back, and as soon as the red glow disappeared from Thrawn's eyes Captain Pellaeon ordered a full and immediate retreat, leaving the Bilbringi Ship Yards to the New Republic." The holoprojector faded and the lights returned to normal.


                                    ***
Angel's eyes struggled to readjust to the lights, odd, he thought, maybe I'm not 100% yet He squinted as Rizzit continued. "Well there's your free history lesson for the day kiddies, now on to your objective. Using a Lambda class shuttle, and disguising as a service crew for the Golan Space platforms the Republic is repairing there, you will make your way onto to space station and upload a virus into the shipyard mainframe. Ive had flying knight working on it since he joined Raiders. This mission has been in the works since Alzoc III, but we needed time for Angel to heal and my transition. Now after the virus is planted, Snipes and Angel are to place explosives that will cripple the factories, then trigger them once you have safely commandeered a shuttle or other transport and are safely away." Rizzits eyes narrowed at Angel, "You are NOT to blow up the shipyards. This mission will not be won with brute strength, explosions and sheer numbers. You will be severely outnumbered and deep into Republic lines. No rescue mission is possible, so keep your cover as long as possible. Now any questions?"

Otto spoke up. "Rules of engagement?"

"Do not fire until fired upon, techs and civilians are not to be used in any way as shields or weapons. Other than that, standard rules apply."

"Any special equipment issued to us for this one?" Angel piped in.

"Command has given some leeway to you guys on this one, check with the stockroom and get what you need. Anything else?"

The two Raiders leaders shook their heads no.

"Ok, well then, good luck and I will see you both back here soon."

The three exchanged salutes, and Angel and Otto left Rizzit's office.

                                        ***
Walking back down the long hallway Otto could sense Angel's tension.

"Calm down Angel, you go prep the squad and I'll go pull some schematics for the Golan platforms and the shipyards. We'll meet at the shuttle bay at 1800 hours, that 3 hours from now. I want them packed briefed and ready to go. understood?"

"Yessir" Angel said. The two split at the next hallway, Angel heading for the Raider's barracks, Otto for the tech room.

Well Angel thought, heading into battle with a squad half full, a new SL and one green recruit, into the heart of the republic....sounds like the perfect mission for us crazy raiders.

 
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Senior Sergeant Fallen Angel
Assistant Squad Leader (ASL): RAIDERS SQUAD
TRP/ASL/SSGT Fallen Angel/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [RoM] [BoA]

"Never shall innocent blood be shed, yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river. The three shall spread their blackened wings and be the vengeful, striking hammer of GOD."

Snipes went over to his fot locker and threw open the lid, inside was mostly clothes, whiskry, duct tape and ammo. Snipes grabbed two large duffle bags from inside, he was gonna grabb his stuff from supply before swinging back around here and grabbing his M-10 battle armour and weapons.

Snipes saluted FA and rann down to the supply. it was like christmas had come early. Snipes began piling explosives and grenades into his first duffle, ammo and weapons into the other, he didnt even look hard at what he was taking, he filled his pockets and belt pouches then left, swung round the Barracks and picked up his stuff, ultimately filling another dufflebag.

Snipes went with FA and Otto when they left to check out the shuttle, and they stood their in the shuttle bay staring at the shiny new ship.
They went inside and Snipes began looking for places to hide things; the ship was new off the line and everything in it would be easy to come across.
"Otto"Snipes said walking to the cockpit"about this shuttle, you know you give me half an hour and a cutting torch and i can add some storage space"
Otto would know what Snipes was talking about, Smuggling storage spaces. Nobody knew Snipes had been a smuggler, although Snipes was sure FA had a suspition.
Otto nodded, contemplating"ok, get it done, half an hour"

OOC:could someone finish this, i need to go /OOC
 
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Formaly the Perpetual PFC
TRP/FTC/SGT Sniping101/CrazyRAIDERS/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA]
I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout. When I see an ARC all short and stout, BOOM!  He flies through the hall and out. -anonymous

Dismissing the sqaud from the briefing, Angel took Flying Knight aside.

"I need you to go over the virus that was supplied to us. You are the comtech for this squad, so you will be doing the uploading and computer work. I know this is your first mission and its a raw deal, but my slicing skills arent upo to par anymore, and well...you've met the rest of the squad.

A strange calmness eminated from Knight. "Dont worry sir, i wont let  you down." Knight threw his ASL a salute then went to rejoin the rest of the sqaud.

Sighing, Angel made his way back to quarters. He's confident, he said to himself i've just seen and heard of too many green recruits going into battle cocky and winding up with a hole in their chest.

His thoughts raced as he walked down the hallway. His mind centered around his right shoulder, torn to shreds from the Alzoc mission, Angel didnt have the confidence in it that he once did.

Jikkyo, much like his brother, loved battles, there was nothing quite like the thrill of a lightfight. The energy, the adrenaline, matched only by hand-to-hand combat. Angel never once backed down from a fight. He had the heart of a lion, a never give up attitude, he knew no fear. Yet, his confidence had taken a serious blow during the Alzoc campaign. He no longer felt invincible, the faith he had in his abilities waws dwindling.

They say that time heals all wounds, but Angel had run out of time. SInce Alzoc he had been in the medical ward most of the time, rehabing his shoulder and enjoying many many bacta dips to heal his back. The memories of these brought that all too familiar bacta taste to his mouth, and Angel had to choke back the bile rising in his throat.

Reaching his quarters, he slid the door open and entered. The room was immersed in darkness, one so black that it seemed as if he had stepped into a void. He liked the darkness, it calmed him, let him collect his thoughts. Glancing at his watch, the only light in the room, he saw he had a little over 2 hours to get to the docking bay, so as to arrive before the rest of the squad.

Taking off his uniform, Angel stood in the darkness, focusing his mind. He reached for his sword,  a sith relic he found on Fresia, and slowly drew it from its scabbard. Gripping it with both hands, Angel drew a think line through the darnkess. Moving with catlike grace, he went through his kata focusing his mind and his body. Drawing upon the teachings of his bother, Angel employed the "way of the juu," closing his eyes and letting his body guid his movements.

Sweat began to pour off his bare chest, and his breathing became heavy and damp. Losing himself in his exercize, Angel flipped the sword to his right hand, swinging it in a round about motion, as he reached the end of his circle, a shooting pain came from his shoulder. He dropped the sword and yelped in pain. Dropping to one knee, his breaths shallowed, and tears formed in the corners of his eyes.

                                    ***

Jogging down the ramp to the shuttle bay, Angel double checked in his mind what he packed. After showering (the last one he would take for days probably), Angel had sheathed his sword, and packed up his duffel. He threw in his sidearms, one DL-44 and a DL-54, a generous supply of throwing knives, strapped on his 611 combat armor, then concealed that with his tech outfit. He had modified his armor so that it would allow him to sling his sword under it, yet still draw it out when needed. adding his rhykkor blades and trusty E-11M to the duffel.

From the stockroom he had added nerve gas, and a tranquilizor gun, as well as enought plastic explosives to rip apart an entire Golan space station.

Reaching the shuttle, Angel saw that Otto was already there.

"Otto, im all reayd to go. Squad has been briefed and we are 20 minutes away from go-time." ANgel saiid, throwing Otto a salute.

"Good." Otto said, "Snipes is modifying the shuttle to add some extra...umm...cargo space to it, smugglers holds, things like that.  So he has another 30 minutes to take care of that." Otto patted angel on the shoulder, "THanks for taking care of the squad, i found some blueprints for the shipyards that will help you and Snipes plant those explosives."

"THank you sir." Angel replied, "oh and otto, i was hoping you could talk to Knight, he seems a bit overconfident for this type of mission, and as the veteran here, i thought maybe you could calm him down. WE dont want him getting over excited and blowing our cover."

"I dont think that will be a problem, but i'll talk to him anyways." Otto said. "Now stow your gear and get the otheres ready to go.

The other 3 raiders made their way into the bay. Angel spot checked each troopers gear. Making sure they had everyhtign they needed and nothing they didnt, Angel ordered them to stow their duffels and get on board...
 
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Senior Sergeant Fallen Angel
Assistant Squad Leader (ASL): RAIDERS SQUAD
TRP/ASL/SSGT Fallen Angel/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [RoM] [BoA]

"Never shall innocent blood be shed, yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river. The three shall spread their blackened wings and be the vengeful, striking hammer of GOD."

OOC: decided to accelerate the timetable, if it doesn't work out, tell Angel or Otto and then I'll fix it

              Meanwhile, the rest of the Raiders stowed their boxes into the standard cargo hold. Actually, tossing might have been a more accurate term. The more experienced troopers(which was just about everybody) settled into their seats in an organized pattern. D-13, to the curiosity of the other troopers, picked the leftmost window almost as if on instinct.
    Snipes arrived with a lit laser-cutter and gave everyone a thumbs-up. They flocked to the new cargo hold to see his handiwork. Not bad, Snipes, not bad. The new space occupied about 1.5 by 2 meters, perfect for smuggling goods around undetected. Pieces of cut metal still sparked on the floor, warning bystanders not to touch them; lest they bite with a burning fury.
    By then, Otto and Angel had slipped in unnoticed. Otto grabbed the nearest microphone off the pilot's console and announced his presence.
    "Ok Raiders..." That was a little too loud, and the screech pierced their ears, since the troopers left their bulky tech helmets in the cargo hold. The squad leader mercifully tuned down the volume.
    "Ok Raiders, I'm sure Angel has already explained the mission in full detail, so I'll skip the boring stuff. Now, we'll be approaching the installation by a southerly vector, one that is not covered by sensor arrays. That way, Knight can install the virus with minimal confrontation. Then, we systematically and stealthily assault the facility and draw attention away from the nanovirus to us. I've gotten the schematics and deciphered the exact areas in which Snipes and Angel will put down explosives. The rest of you will provide cover fire if necessary. I repeat, do not kill civilians or techs. That is all." Otto concluded his mission statement.
    The Raiders had already known about the plan, and this just served to refresh their memories. Each busied himself with his own business.
    Otto announced the times. "15 minutes until departure and counting!"
            Go time, thought D-13.   
 
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TRP/SSGT D-13/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE[BoA]
I love this symbol>
Snowtroopers forever!!!!!
"Being unconquerable lies with yourself; being conquerable lies with the enemy."-Sun Tzu

D-13 unstrapped himself from his seat and moved toward the cargo hold, where the duffel bags were pressed against the wall from the hyperjump. After searching among the packages, he pulled out his own and inspected the damage.
    No damage, good rifle. Stay in one piece, you hear? The trooper felt strange, talking to his weapons. Probably bonding with my weapons now, he reasoned. When he bent down to pick up the rifle, a sharp prick announced itself on his hip. Reaching inside the pouch, D-13 found that he kept his throwing knives in the utility pouch. Playing it safe, the trooper packed the sharp blades into a protective package. He stowed the package carefully with the E-11/M and left the room soon afterward.
    Outside, the blue swirls continued to spin around the ship, so close, yet so far away; for that is the essence of hyperspace. Cool, he thought, turning from the shining swirls. Something clattered in the background, but he paid it no mind. It was probably Snipes playing with the explosives anyway. Sure hope he has enough wit left not to blow us all up; even duct tape can't put together subatomic particles. The senior sergeant got a chuckle out of that. 
       Snipes pieced together the critical components of the bombs that he was going to plant at Bilbringi. Detonator, charge, remote unit, they were all there. He looked up to see Fallen Angel giving him a glance of approval before returning to talking to Knight.
    "How are you doing so far?" a voice from behind asked.
    The sergeant wasn't fooled. "I'm doing fine, Dee. Could you hand me that detonator?"
    D-13 picked up a small metallic plate and examined it briefly. A relatively large chip compared to modern-day receivers, this detonator was large enough to be detonated from a large range. A very large range, he thought. Snipe's gloved hand reached up and snatched the detonator from D-13's hands.
    "Well, you're welcome." retorted D-13.
    D-13 returned to watching the stars sweep by in a flash. His initial tension had already melted away. Still, the vision of Angel being shot apart plagued his mind. Was the same thing going to happen to him...or to the other Raiders? I'll guard the Raiders, even if it means my life!
    FlyingKnight handed the disc to Angel and they both saluted. He nearly stumbled over Snipes, who was still on the floor constructing.
    "Oh, damn, sorry there Snipes."
    The sergeant sniffed.
    To occupy himself, Knight pulled up his computer again and looked up the files that he was going to upload into the Republic computers. They'd obtained this deadly tool through an unusual means: just last week, Otto caught this deadly bug on his systems. Thankfully, Knight managed to slowly siphon the virus out of his system and quarantine it for their own use. We're gonna let them taste their own medicine. Nice.
 
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TRP/SSGT D-13/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE[BoA]
I love this symbol>
Snowtroopers forever!!!!!
"Being unconquerable lies with yourself; being conquerable lies with the enemy."-Sun Tzu

OOC: I'll post the landing tomorrow AM, so let this be my post /OOC:
 
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Senior Sergeant Fallen Angel
Assistant Squad Leader (ASL): RAIDERS SQUAD
TRP/ASL/SSGT Fallen Angel/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [RoM] [BoA]

"Never shall innocent blood be shed, yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river. The three shall spread their blackened wings and be the vengeful, striking hammer of GOD."

OOC:sorry guys i slept through my alarm and missed my first class, then got home and wrote the post, hit the little x-button instead of the minimize cos my stupid dogg jumped on me, then lost it, so i'll finish it in like 2 hours /OOC:
 
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Senior Sergeant Fallen Angel
Assistant Squad Leader (ASL): RAIDERS SQUAD
TRP/ASL/SSGT Fallen Angel/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [RoM] [BoA]

"Never shall innocent blood be shed, yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river. The three shall spread their blackened wings and be the vengeful, striking hammer of GOD."

Snipes and Dee lumbered out with their boxes, they where heavy, most men would need help to even lift one, but not a Stormtrooper, they where built that way, tough and strong. They set downt their boxes and Snipes swept the room with a glance, if anything happened the RAIDERs could clear the rom in seconds; the Slugthrower on Snipes hip itched. It had been along time sence Snipes had shot it, it was a hard weapon to shoot, esspecialy his that didnt have a small kick dampaner on it so it demanded a certain amount of strength to wield.
Snipes looked around, the rebels seemed to almost cower, many where sweating, Snipes didnt feel it was very warm and their sweat mystifyed him. Then Snipes looked at Otto, something about him seemed oppresive, he looked bigger than he realy was, Snipes knew, Snipes was taller by a good three inches at least.
Snipes noticed some of the Rebels looking at his Slugthrower, likely not many people used them in the NR. Then Snipes noticed something more dangerous, people where looking at his face, he was slightly known for his marksmen skills and there was always a chance of someone wanting an autograph, but the other reason was the one that scared him, the reason he almost sweated, if it wasnt for the Shadow Suite on underneith his uniform he would be scared, but he could disappear as soon as hi needed to, good thing for a mission like this, but it didnt change what was wrong, Snipes was scared, Snipes was never scared.
Snipes started a routine his father had taought him long ago, it was how he shot straight everytime, a method of letting go of emotion fear and passion, a way of feeling at one with everything, it was nothing like the force, or so he was told, it was just an exersize for clearing the mind.

OOC:once again i must go /OOC
 
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Formaly the Perpetual PFC
TRP/FTC/SGT Sniping101/CrazyRAIDERS/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA]
I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout. When I see an ARC all short and stout, BOOM!  He flies through the hall and out. -anonymous

apperently the ruse had worked, Otto and the NR officer had quite talking and Otto had signaled the RAIDERS forward. Snipes and Dee began picking up one of the boxes.
"Thats not neccesary" A NR Soldier said "We're to take them from here"
It was no big deal, Snipes just nodded and signaled Dee to another box"This is our personal equipment, im sure you wont mind us taking it to our quarters"Snipes let his right hand rest on his shotgun.
The NR Soldier twitched but nodded.
as Snipes and Dee took the equipment down the hall Snipes let his mind wander. Mostly he hoped the NR soldiers didnt find the explosives planted in the decoy box he let them take.
They proceded to their quarters, the team had a small barracks to themselves and Otto had a small office.
"Fly, can you get the Virus in from here?"Otto asked, looking over the computer in his office.
"I dont know, i'll have to look"Fly responded walking twards it
"Ok, but be quik; Fallen, Snipes, Mingle with the station, get to know people, plant some bombs, that kind of thing"
"I get the bar!" Snipes said quikly; Snipes liked bars, liked them alot."We can cover more ground seperate"
"Ok, good idea Snipes"Otto said" Dee, go with Snipes, we dont want him getting in any bar fights, but it would be good for you guys to be seen there, Fallen, go 'check' on our supplys, JR, you go with him. i'll stay here with Fly, thats three groups of two, if anything happens we meet back at the our Shuttle, i understand there are emergancy 'supllys'"Snipes smiled, there where more gunns and a set of 210 personal armor still in the smugglers hold" if everything goes acording to plan we should be able to make it back to our shuttle and get out of here before anyone knows what happened, if not me or Snipes will detonate our shuttle and we will search out for an alternate mode of transportation"
Snipes and Dee walked off twards the bar; after much bantering about who was buying and bets on who would get drunk first (it was just for show!) Snipes walked up to the bar and bought two bottles of Corellian whiskey, gave Dee one and began drinking. Snipes walked up to the bar and under the gise of flirting with a girl he planted a small bomb, barely enough to clear the room, but it would.

OOC: im getting sick of this, i have to go /OOC
 
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Formaly the Perpetual PFC
TRP/FTC/SGT Sniping101/CrazyRAIDERS/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA]
I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout. When I see an ARC all short and stout, BOOM!  He flies through the hall and out. -anonymous

OOC: sorry guys /OOC:

Angel had shed all of his weapons except for his melee weapons and one DL-54 blaster. He carried with him only a datapad that held the factory schematics, and his lucky pack.

It was a hideous looking thing, his pack. It looked as if someone had put a nice bag through a shredder, drug the pieces through mud, and then sewn it back together. Angel didnt't care though, it had been with him on every mission he had been on.

Wandering around the factory, Angel and JR took in the sights. More than once Angel did double takes on a few female republic officers.

"Why dont we have officers like that in the VE" JR whispered to Angel.

Angel merely chuckled in reply. Coming to a point Otto had marked off on the datapad as the place for a nice "surprise" Angel bent to one knee and made like he was tying his shoe. JR stepped in front of him, shielding him from the casual glance. Taking a detonation pack out of his bag, Angel quickly stuck it behind a trash recepticle, hiding it.  Flipping the activator, Angel stood up and patted JR on the shoulder.

Angel felt a chill run down his spine, and he turned to come face to face with someone he hadn't seen in years.

"Jikkyo Nimiichi, how are you." the man asked, "I havent seen you since that job we pulled on Ord Mantell. Jeeze, its been..3 years? What happened to you?"

"Salim Torr...never thought I would see you again. You seem very fond of that mission, and glad to see me...what did you forget about this?" Angel traced the scar that ran down his left cheek. "I should kill you where you stand for what you did, but I'm on duty, so I need to get back to work."

Salim broke out laughing. A humourous sight, since his huge gut made him look more like a hutt than a man. "A new republic technician...I thought i would have seen you as a whore than a new republic tech. come to think of it...the two arent that different. And even more so for you, because of your brother and all that."

The blood in Angel's face began to rise, and angel struggled to keep from taking this man's life right then and there.

Sensing angel's body tense, JR tapped him on the shoulder, "Boss, we need to get on with our duties."

Angel nodded, and unclenched his fists. "if you hte the Republic so much Salim, why are you here?"

"WELL. It seems they like my work, and they got a tip that a Vast Empire commando squad was planning an op here. so they hired me to look into it. Far as I can tell, there's no immediate threat." Torr replied, a smirk on his face. "but do let me know if you see anything suspicious." He turned and walked away as he said this, leaving Angel stewing in his rage.

"What was that all about." Jr inquired.

"He knows...he knows were here... we have to be very very careful. This guy may be sloppy looking, but he's good at what he does. OH well, tread softly and carry a big stick is what i always say, and we" he said, patting his bag, "have one HELL of a stick."
 
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Senior Sergeant Fallen Angel
Assistant Squad Leader (ASL): RAIDERS SQUAD
TRP/ASL/SSGT Fallen Angel/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [RoM] [BoA]

"Never shall innocent blood be shed, yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river. The three shall spread their blackened wings and be the vengeful, striking hammer of GOD."

the scuffling outside the captains office gave Snipes just enough warning os he could slip into a chair behind the desk and put his feet on the desk.
"Wha. what is this!"The infurieated major who busted through the door "who are you! Captain i need to speak to you! Get your feet. . ." The man crumpled to the ground; Dee had blackjacked him from behind
"Damn" Wass all Dee said as he moved to help Snipes stuff the major in a closet.
"i hope that dosent happen again"Snipes said, suppressing a sigh" you realy gotta break this habit of hitting people on the head, it might get you killed some day" Snipes and Dee both laughed as loud as they dared, wich wasnt very.
"i got a new plan Snipes, lets just sit in here quietly and wait for the rest, we can lock the door, they'll probably think hes out in the bar or wandering around."
Snipes nodded his agreement, although it wasnt a choice realy, Dee was just being nice about the command. the RAIDERs normaly where that way.
They set up inside and waited for Otto and Fly, then they would go back to placing explosives.
 
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Formaly the Perpetual PFC
TRP/FTC/SGT Sniping101/CrazyRAIDERS/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA]
I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout. When I see an ARC all short and stout, BOOM!  He flies through the hall and out. -anonymous

"Ok, we're on our way." Said Otto as he switched the frequency. He notified all the Raiders and ordered them to converge on Snipes and D-13's location(planting bombs along the way, obviously).
    With that, Knight packed his equipment and followed Otto, trying to look casual.
    JR and Angel heard the order on their micro comlinks and moved toward Snipe's location, dropping small explosives in inconspicuous places.
    They arrived at the same time, looking at the locked door curiously. Angel tried knocking; no response. He whispered into the comlink, "We're here, open the damn door."
    The door opened slowly, revealing D-13 and Snipes stacked against the door holding their blaster pistols. They figured it out when the limp form of the NR major slid out of the closet. Along with his body dropped several republic marine uniforms, apparently the captain was a front-line trooper. Knight went to work immediately, plugging his computer into the terminal.
    D-13 traded in his tech uniform for the marine outfit, taking on a second blast vest. This made it unnecessary to hide his weapons, and he slung his rifle over his shoulder and nodded to the rest of the squad as he left to watch the door. The trooper also put a bomb inside the closet while he was at it.
    He found trouble, or rather, trouble found him. Salim Torr showed up and nodded to D-13. He took out a small cigarra and stopped by to report to the captain. Torr looked at the senior sergeant.
    "I need to see the cap'n."
    D-13 replied as coolly as he could, "No sir, as far as I can tell, he's gone to the bar or something similar."
    Torr raised an eyebrow. "I was just at the bar. Where IS your captain?"
    The trooper straightened himself up. "Well sir, if he isn't at the bar, I don't know where he is."
    Torr circled D-13, examining his clothing and rifle. This soldier looked a little different from the regular recruits. He was taller, more regal. A Corellian, maybe? "I demand to be let in, or I'll report you."
    The Imperial rasped quietly in his throat, not enough to alert Torr, but the Raiders could hear from their mikes. "I'm letting a guy in, take him out by all means. He looks like trouble."
    And with that, D-13 slowly and reluctantly opened the door, slow enough so the Raiders could set up their ambush.
 
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TRP/SSGT D-13/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE[BoA]
I love this symbol>
Snowtroopers forever!!!!!
"Being unconquerable lies with yourself; being conquerable lies with the enemy."-Sun Tzu

Flying was hacking the mainframe as fast and as efficient as he could. He started to download the virus. While he was waiting he began to take and delete as much information he could into his laptop for intelligence. He was also watching his squad moving around the room to get ready to move out as soon as it was downloaded.

When he had the spare time he got out his Stormtrooper 2 carbine and loaded and cocked it. He also popped in a grenade into the grenade launcher under the barrel. After that he got his enforcer slugthrowers ready and holstered his weapons.

Otto ordered snipes and dee to get ready to cut through the closet wall and to get ready to start a fire fight if needed.

Otto then asked Flying when they would be ready to move out.

As he otto said that, a "beep" amd a countdown clock told Flying that the upload was complete and that the virus would execute and start to shut the mainframe down.
Flying said "all set ready to move out."
He closed his laptop and did a final check on his weapons and moved over to see what his squad was doing to get out of this station.
 
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Private First Class
Frank "FlyingKnight" Carter
Raider Squad
TRP/PFC FlyingKnight/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]
"In war there is no prize for runner-up." -- Omar N. Bradley

Most of the NR troopers ignored the Raiders as the disguised squad jogged their way to the main exit. Some armed men passed into the cut closet, and stacked near the door. They opened it to reveal some of their own troopers. However, it was already too late, and the room burst into flame. Rebels were thrown in all directions and one fell screaming with his arm seared straight off. The hallway flashed red as the imperials made their way to the corridors. Otto stopped for a moment and closed his eyes; he exhaled and caught up with the other Raiders.
    "They know that we're imperials now. Some will shoot at us; some won't. Engage the enemy only if you have to. Is that clear?!" He shouted.
    The troopers acknowledged.
    One rebel squad noticed the Raiders going in the opposite direction of the engagement zone and subsequently opened fire. The troopers, of course, dived in different directions. D-13 shouldered his rifle and plugged two in the body, two in the head of a republic trooper. The man's head snapped back and the hands pulled the trigger of the BMC carbine. That shot hit a nearby pipe, which sprayed fiery steam on the rebels. They screamed and scattered in all directions.
    That made them easy targets. Otto ignited his saber and blocked a few shots heading for Snipes. One reflected shot hit a republic trooper straight in his nose. The enemy marine fell back like a tipped piece of wood.
    A republic marine pointed his rifle at D-13 and fired. The bright red blast hit the senior sergeant just as he ducked, knocking the helmet straight off the head. D-13 looked at the helmet, then at the trooper and killed him with a shot to the forehead. D-13, Angel, JR, and Knight all took apart a low-ranking republic officer. The rebels fled instantly.
    "Damn cowards." D-13 muttered.
    Snipes nodded.
    The Crazy Raiders just reached the recreational level when, out of nowhere, Salim Torr jumped out of the darkness, wielding a DH-17 in one hand and a vibroblade in another. Three dark pairs of orbs shone in the darkness. Torr grinned menacingly at Angel.
    The ASL of the Raiders stepped forward.
 
   
 
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TRP/SSGT D-13/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE[BoA]
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Snowtroopers forever!!!!!
"Being unconquerable lies with yourself; being conquerable lies with the enemy."-Sun Tzu

Otto saw the Noghri stab Snipes in the back and forced pulled it towards him where he quickly ignited his lightsabre and sliced it in half.  He then closed his eyes and tried to find the other two.  He got them quickly.  One was dead the other...

"Fallen watch out," Otto yelled.

Fallen who was had been distracted by the Noghri attacking Snipes, turned around, quickly pulled a knife out of his belt, and stabbed the Noghri who had lunged at him.  As the Noghri was falling he lunged out his arm. Fallen moved his head but was still sliced his face.

Fallen reached up to his face, "its just a small cut," he thought, "nothing serious."

"Thanks Otto," Fallen called out as he ran back to the squad.

"No problem," Otto replied.  He then brought his attention back to Torrs, who was still stuck in the web.

"Flying do what you can about Torr's bomb." Otto said.

Flying walked over towards Torrs and bent down over the bomb.  Like Snipes he knew about the decoys and worked around him.  After a while he finally disarmed the bomb. 

"Got it," he yelled.

"Alright," came Otto's reply, "JR bring snipes over here, and while your at it finish off Torr's."

"Roger," JR replied and as he walked over to snipes, he pulled out one of his knives and cleanly cut off Torr's head.
 
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TRP/SGT JR/3SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[LoR]
"Giving money to the government is like giving car keys and whiskey to teenage boys." Jack Handey