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  Havock (Vehicle Crewman)
February 16, 2009 8:12:28 PM    View the profile of Havock 
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Course: Vehicle Operator
Course Type: Practical
Course Description: Troopers will learn to pilot a vehicle of their choice that doesn't have overly complicated control mechanisms. Depending on the squad that the trooper will be sent to, the squad leader may request training on a specific type of vehicle right away.


Vehicle Crewman/Repulsorlift

Havock made her way to the Vehicle Training Facility on Tadath. She hadn't been to this part of the complex before and wasn't sure what to expect. She was told, that morning, before her cup of caf to meet the sergeant at the Maintenance Bay on the Eastern Platform.

As she made her way towards the blocky two story high building she had to shield her eyes from the sun, really should have had that cup of caf. As her eyes adjusted she saw the rather bland building that must be the Maintenance Bay, and a scattering of various vehicles:  440 Super-Heavy Armored Chassis, 109-Z Hovercraft, AT-AT Walker, 64-Y Swift 3 Repulsor Sled, and a few 74-Z Speeder Bikes.

She approached the small group of troopers gathered around the Sergeant. “Atten-Hut, I would like to thank PFC Havock for finally joining us this fine morning. We can all thank her for the extra time in the fresh air”

Okay this is not a good start, I thought I made it on time, Havock started to say something when he continued.

“Today we will be working on Basic Vehicle Operating Training, the word is Basic hot shots don't let me catch you thinking about joy riding with the Empires vehicles or you will be crawling home, do I make myself clear.” His voice seemed to get louder and shorter as the syllables marched on.

“Sir Yes, Sir”

“My name is Sergeant Harris, not Sarge, not Harris, and never ever Hey You, Sergeant Harris is that understood?” Then he, in a very condescending way, waved his hand to his ear,  “So What's my Name?”

“Sir, Sergeant Harris Sir”

The man, Sergeant Harris, was tall, he was wearing trooper armor that was battle worn. He did not wear a helmet, which revealed an older and equally battle worn face. He had black hair with specs of gray and a unshaven, but not quite a beard yet face.  All together his appearance made him intimidating enough, his demeanor was just overkill in Havock's opinion. 

“First things first, you Troopers are going to do some studying. You all are going to do some research on the computers in the Building there behind you before we let you touch any of the nice, expensive, equipment here behind me.”

He paused to allow the information to sink in, then quickly continued.

“We will meet here promptly at 1000 hours, what time was that PFC Havock?”

Havock jumped, “Sir 1000 hours, sir” ugh this is so embarrassing.

“Very good Trooper, Well what are you all looking at get to work! Dismissed!” 

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The main chamber in the Maintenance Bay was full of various Vehicles in multiple stages of repair. Towards the rear of the room was a small alcove full of computers. Havock approached them and each screen had the names of the Troopers.

Havock sat at her computer and accessed the files of a 74-Z Speeder Bike, not bad she could live with that.

Okay 74-Z Speeder Bike manufactured by Aratech Repulsor Company, used by Imperial Forces for reconnaissance purposes. Useful as rapid transportation in combat zones. What else do I need to know here, capable of speeds up to five hundred kilometers per hour, has a flight ceiling of twenty-five meters. Aaha here we go Vehicle Controls – controlled by handlebars located towards the front of the vehicle, and foot pedals slung underneath adjusted speed and altitude. Highly maneuverability, equipped with sensor and communications devices located between the handlebars, including a comlink and a comlink-jamming device, and a forward rotating blaster cannon for combat.

Havock studied the readouts of the controls and memorized how to use them, don't need any more fuel for the Sergeant to use against me.

Finally it was time to get some experience on the bike, and Havock was psyched. She fell in with the other Troopers, on time this go around. Sergeant Harris came out to address the group, stood in front and seemed to check for Havock's presence before continuing.

“Alright, now you are going to get some time on the vehicles behind me, you will have 30 minutes to familiarize yourself and become comfortable with the controls, finally you will complete a short training course and if all goes well you'll pass. Scratch any of my vehicles I may have to scratch you. Any questions?”

“Sir No Sir”

“Then move out!”

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It was time for Havock to complete her course. The instructions seemed simple, just take the 74-Z Speeder Bike through a valley to the East, go through an obstacle course the rocks in the valley naturally create. Then circle around, back to the Maintenance Bay, and park the bike.

Havock got the bike powered up, she grabbed the two handlebars and aligned her feet on the foot pedals. With a hum, it started to hover over the ground and felt like it wanted to go for a ride just as much as Havock did. The Sergeant gave the signal and Havock twisted the handle controls shot off.

Okay maybe this thing really can go 500 km! This is Wizard!

There was a long open area leading up to the valley, she had to use the controls on the bike to navigate and make sure she didn't go off course. She started to practice, swerving between imaginary posts, she needed to get the hang of using the pedals and her own weight to balance the bike.

She was about to approach the valley, so she straighten the course of the bike. She entered the valley and almost immediately had to twist to the right to avoid hitting a rock. Havock gritted her teeth, that was too close.

The next three obstacles she avoided with ease, then she went through five rings attached to the walls of the valley. Everything continued to go well until she was almost at the end of the valley.

A boulder had come dislodged from the mountain, it rolled down the valley leaving a trail of dust in its wake, in fact thats what Havock saw first, the dust. Her eyes darted up it it direction, there was too much going on for her to completely turn her attention to dissecting the situation so she reacted.

Seeing the dust was going to be right in her path when she reached it, she quickly climbed the bike, she knew she had 25 meters to play with she was just about over the boulder when she could feel herself lose balance. The bike did one 360 degree turn, Havock grabbed the controls and yanked against the rotation while it was descending back to the valley. Luckily it corrected and she didn't throw herself off the bike.

Her heart was beating so hard she could feel it through her armor. She was focusing on slowing her breathing, and almost forgot, she was still on the course! She jerked the handlebars to avoid an obstacle.

Okay you just avoided a wizard serious near miss, and your going to run into a pre-planned obstacle when your minutes from finishing, come on Ayme!

Her head back in the game she cleanly finished the course, she made her way back across the open field to the Maintenance Bay. She probably should have slowed down a bit more when it came to parking the bike, she had to grip the handlebars a bit tightly to avoid flipping over them. She could feel the pain in her chest and back from the suddenness of the stop. But given the craziness of the day, Havock played it off as best she could, slipped her helmet off and walked, back to the Sergeant.

She snapped a salute, “Sir Private First Class Havock, returning from training course, sir”

“Well Havock that was not the most orthodox completion of the training course, but damn if it wasn't well done. You can think on your feet Trooper, I like that. Now if we can just get you a working chrono, I think we will all be better off.”

Havock tried to hid the smirk that was crawling on her face, “Sir yes sir”

“Report back to your Squad, you will receive your grade and score then.”

“Sir yes, sir”
Ayme "Havock" Katash
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"Victims run off and hide. Prey runs off and hides. But I'm not a victim. And I'm not prey. I'm the Emperor's Hand. I am the ultimate predator. And it's time for Dequc and Black Nebula to die." -Mara Jade
[This message has been edited by Havock (edited April 20, 2009 9:39:45 AM)]
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  RE: Havock (Vehicle Crewman)
February 20, 2009 4:55:04 PM    View the profile of Kanderin Draken 
I like your style of writing, it's quite refreshing compared to the samey stuff im used to. There's quite a few missed full stops and bad grammar however, I'll expect to see an improvement next story. Remember that a spell check will only check if a word is spelled properly, it wont tell you when you used the singular when it should of been the plural - You need to doublecheck that yourself.

Regardless, good work. Pass.
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  RE: Havock (Vehicle Crewman)
February 23, 2009 4:05:55 PM    View the profile of Havock 
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Moved from below...this is the passing story #2

Course: Vehicle Navigation
Couse Type: Practical
Course Description: Troopers will be expected to be able navigate in any conditions with a vehicle of their choice. If the trooper's squad is a vehicle squad, they might want to choose the vehicle that their squad uses.


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Havock slapped the hydrospanner down on the tarmac and slid out from under the TX-130T Fighter Tank. She wasn't allowed to perform any real maintenance on the repulsorlift vehicles, yet. But Sarge didn't mind her coming down to the maintenance bay and doing anything from observing to assisting in some routine task.

This particular vehicle had been badly damaged in some engagement, the details of which Havock was not privy. The important thing was the military had written it off, so it was a proverbial playground for an eager Trooper like Hav.

Oh well, enough tinkering for today. Havock glanced at her chrono, it was time to get to class. She had to complete an obstacle course to pass her next Vehicle Crewman exam. But nothing was never as easy as it sounds. This particular course required that she complete the test using her navigation skills. Which may not sound too hard, except she had no idea which repulsorlift vehicle she was going to get.

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Havock made her way through the group of other troopers attending class today. These lower level classes were always larger. Hav couldn't wait until she advanced, everything takes longer in big classes.  By the time Sergeant Harris came in the class had all taken their seats.

“Alright today we are going on a field trip to the Vehicle Garage.” He paused for the classmembers to get their excitement out of their system. “You are going to be taking one of the vehicles you have been studying through an obstacle course. Now this is not going to be a cakewalk, you are going to have to use your navigational display to make your way thorough the course.”

He turned and punched some keys on his datapad, a display poped up on the screen behind where he was standing. “These are the vehicles we have set up for you troopers today.

Havock looked over the display, there were three vehicles. One was an AT-ST Walker, a BARC Speeder Bike, and a Heavy Assault Vehicle. Havock knew that she was going to take the BARC speeder since it was the only repulsor vehicle.

The class broke up into groups and studied their particular vehicle. The controls, the navigation screen, and some basic evasion techniques. They did not have to worry about the firing system since this course would have nothing to do with practicing that.

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After class Havock headed straight out to the vehicle garage where she would get her vehicle and get out on the course. Havock almost knocked a few of her classmates over as she pushed her way to the front of the group, she did not want to be last.

All of the lessons they had been attending were great, but Havock was more of a hands-on kinda girl and was dying to get on her speeder bike.

“Alright, welcome to the Tadath Trail. You see that we have more than one vehicle set up on each of the three trails. Speed is important, but we are also watching your technique and teamwork. Walker groups you are going out in pairs, Repulsorlift quads, and Tracked you are in quads as well.” The class broke out into their three groups, Havock and and about twelve others headed for the Speeder Bikes.

“Hey Hav!” one of the other troopers came up beside Havock as they made their way over. Hav realized that she was probably walking pretty fast with an obvious gait, she made a point to slow down a bit. Turning to the trooper, “Hey Caden Right?”

The young man had a few courses with Havock already but she rarely spoke to her classmates. “Yeah, so you in a hurry or somthin'”

Hav smirked, “watch out, or I may decide to start running.”


Havock stepped up to the first Speeder Bike in the line and put her hand on the cool durasteel outer shell of the vehicle. Her hand ran up the length of the vehicle and found the handlebar, grasping it with a fist. She looked off towards the sounds in the distance, the Walkers had started their first run. Then Harris walked up to her group and gave the assignments, Havock was in the first group.

Havock climbed on the same bike she had first admired. The weapons were not needed for this particular exercise, Havock just needed to focus on using the Navigation controls correctly. She flipped some switches getting the nav computer all set, then powered the bike up.

Sergeant Harris gave a signal and they were off. Looking over the screen Havock could see that the course was not going to be just a simple task. The trajectory she had to take the bike in was full of potential obstacles and natural hazards. She had to keep her eyes on the screen while she traveled, using the computer to make sure she stayed on the course and a safe distance from her classmates.

Has they reached the tree line Havock had to start using her balance, placing her weight on each foot in turn to keep the bike on track.

The trees zipped by, mists of dew hitting the bike. The forest smelled crisp and alive. It all made Havock even more alert on the course. Glancing over she could see the other three troopers on the course. The four of them were pretty much running even at this point.

Havock turned her attention back to the forest, she had to make three very sharp turns coming up. She checked her radar one more time, when she looked back she saw ahead of her a large oddly shaped tree. 

Radar showed her path to the left clear, she pulled the handlebars to the left while watching her balance and acceleration. Coming around the tree she brought the controls back to center getting back on course.
She needed to course correct a few meters to reach the next obstacle. Again she looked to the radar, keeping an eye on the other troopers, we certainly don't need a collision out here.

Having some room, Havock hit her foot pedals to accelerate. She saw the tree, this time she was clear on the right and took her position. She neatly came around the tree and worked her way towards the third and final forest obstacle.

Looking at  the radar, Hav could see that the next obstacle was wide...too wide for a normal tree. Havock frowned and tried to get a visual on the object. She spotted it, right where the radar said it would be. It was a tree alright, one that had fallen. It was propped up on two, maybe three, other trees. There was room above the decaying tree trunk or below. Havock was in a better position to go below. Checking the radar for clearance, Hav dipped the nose of the bike downward and accelerated through the opening. She made it, albeit with a few branch-like souvenirs.

She turned the bike ninety-degrees, per the nav radar's course, and headed out of the forest. She could see that the rest of the team was also making their adjustments, and it looked like they would all be making it back to the start with no problems.

The return route took them through a large clearing beside the forest area. They were all at the clearing, one trooper was slightly ahead of Havock the rest were seconds behind. The trooper that was in front decided to hit the accelerator even harder. Havock checked her controls, she was close enough to overheating as it was. The object was to complete the course, although Hav would love to finish first, it was more important just to finish.

The speeder bike in front of her twisted violently, one of the engines must be failing. Havock quickly looked at her radar, the pilot of that bike was Caden, the trooper she spoke to earlier that day. She looked back up, Caden's bike spun three-hundred and sixty degrees. Caden let go and fell, rolling. The bike spiraled before crashing, spiraling head over tail, burning. 

Havock immediately slowed her bike. The emergency crews would take another several minutes before they would arrive. The other troopers zipped by and continued on to the finish. Havock pulled up beside Caden's prone form. She yelled down at him, “Caden, Caden you alright.”

When there was no response, Havock quickly switched the controls to hover and jumped off the bike. Running up to Caden, he was turning himself over and taking off his helmet. Coughing and breathing heavily he looked in the direction of his slowly burning bike and started to push himself up on one arm.

Havock put her hand on his shoulder, “Hey.” He looked over at her. “You okay, can you ride with me.”

“Why did you stop, you lost now, what were you thinking.”

Hav nodded “Right, i'm no medic, but you remember me and know where you are. Let's see, can you stand?” Havock slipped her hand on Caden's back, putting his arm over her shoulders and helped him stand.

The two troopers slowly made their way back to the speeder. Havock helped Caden up on the bike then climbed on the front herself. “Okay you need to hold on to me” she put his arms around her waist, started to get the controls fired up, then grasped his hands together and squeezed. “Tight Trooper.”

She could feel him nod, “okay.”

Havock fired up the controls and headed, at a moderate speed towards the finish line. The other troopers, Sergeant Harris, and a medic team was waiting for them. The medics helped Caden down from the speeder bike.

She watched them help him into a transport, destined for med bay. Harris walked over to Havock, “Well done, Private.”

Havock saluted and stood at attention, waiting for a reprimand. After all she had gone quite off book during this exercise.

“Private Katash, you really did a good job. You proved that you are not willing to leave anyone behind, while still completing your objective. I told you speed was only one factor, teamwork was another.” He saluted back, “Dismissed.”
Ayme "Havock" Katash
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()VehicleCrewman ()

"Victims run off and hide. Prey runs off and hides. But I'm not a victim. And I'm not prey. I'm the Emperor's Hand. I am the ultimate predator. And it's time for Dequc and Black Nebula to die." -Mara Jade
[This message has been edited by Havock (edited February 24, 2009 5:49:47 PM)]
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  RE: Havock (Vehicle Crewman)
February 24, 2009 9:21:56 AM    View the profile of Kanderin Draken 
Hm, I had to think about this one.

I think the actual navigation segment needs to be extended before I can pass this, it should really be the focus of the story, as opposed to just a few lines. Try and add more about your journey in the vehicle, maybe encountering some problems that would require you to write about using the techniques you've learnt.

There is a definite improvement in your writing as opposed to your previous story, I commend you for that.
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  RE: Havock (Vehicle Crewman)
March 2, 2009 10:36:41 AM    View the profile of Havock 
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Vehicle Crewman/Repulsorlift Vehicles

Course: Laser/Blaster Gunnery
Course Type: Practical
Course Description: At this point, troopers will have chosen a sub-specialty. Until they have done so, they cannot complete this course. Once they have chosen one, troopers will learn the proper use of the laser cannons in various vehicles (4). A lecture may precede the course, and troopers will be expected to know how to use the laser cannons of at least four different vehicles. The exams will be decided by the instructor, and can be anything from simple target practice, to demolishing an enemy base.


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The classroom had about twenty or so chairs lined up in rows. Beyond the chairs was an antiquated board that looked as though it hadn't been used or cleaned in a few cycles. There was a holo-projector which currently had a cheery “Welcome to Gunnery Training” screen displayed.

Havock found a seat, towards the front but not in the front row. The room had the oddest smell, something strange like dust and cleanser. That was just plain ironic since the room could not have been cleaned...ever.

“Basic Laser Gunnery is the same regardless of what vehicle you are in. You need to be smart, alert, quick and work together with your squad.” Sergeant Harris said as he quickly walked through the troopers who had not yet taken their seats to make his way to the front of the classroom.

The rest of the class quickly took there seats, a pair of troopers almost sat in each others laps because their eyes were on the sergeant instead of the chairs.

Harris put down some flimsy's on the instructor's table at the front along with some datapads. He adjusted his shirt then looked back at his class. “You are all here to learn the basics for repulsor vehicles correct?” He checked for affirmatives from everyone before continuing. “Well than today we will go over the basic operation, controls and tactics for about four common vehicles, tomorrow you will be expected to learn the gunnery controls in these vehicles, and then you will use them in a practical course, any questions?”

When nobody replied he turned to the controls for the holoprojector. A new screen popped up with examples of control panels from various vehicles. He showed basic controls for speederbikes, airspeeders, tanks, and landspeeders. “And what is the main difference between an Airspeeder and a Landspeeder?”

Havock raised her hand. “Yes PFC Havock”

“Airspeeders can maintain a greater altitude as compared to landspeeders.” Havock answered as professionally as possible, which provoked some looks from her classmates who knew she wasn't normally that serious.

“Good, now we need to move on to combat.” The holoprojector switched to a new screen this one showed an actual footage of a battle. The laserbolts were flashing in all directions and the gunners were attempting to fire on a single target in the middle of the fray.

Seeing the somewhat horrified look on the majority of the students in the class Harris spoke over the holovid. “Well troopers you don't expect the enemy to just sit there and let you take your turn blowing them to dust? No they will be fighting for their lives because when people see us they may know defeat is inevitable but they sure won't act like it.”

As the holovid ended Harris added, “Being in vehicle combat reminds be of the old saying, you back a womprat into a corner, all you get is a really angry womprat. So you need to be precise, accurate, and really fast. But above all keep your heads, you freeze up and the womprat wins.”

Another display flashed up on the screen. It showed a pop-up radar display with a bogey about 250 meters from the tank.

“This is science people, all you need to do is follow the formula and use your radar information. If you do that you can't miss. Also don't be afraid to use your secondary weapon. This is especially useful to distract any enemy fire while you prepare for your primary target.”

He continued to run though simulations and show examples of the targeting computers in action, until the end of class.

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The next day Havock and the rest of the class met at the vehicle bay. The large structure housed a wide variety of vehicles of various types. Havock's class was directed to an area where four vehicles had been pulled aside and Sergeant Harris was standing in front of those vehicles.

“Alright looks like we are all here, lets get started.” Harris walked over to the first vehicle on the right side of the row and the troopers followed. “What is this?” He looked over the troopers and picked a young male trooper, “Its a Starhawk 2b Speeder Bike, Sir”

Harris nodded, “Yes, these are the type of vehicle you would use to scout ahead of your squad, even over rough terrain. This particular speeder can hold cargo and a passenger. Now if you look on the console you can see where the targeting computer is located. This radar is where you will find your target then you will use the hand controls here. This type of vehicle you will have to use as an extended  blaster you ride, you will need to eyeball a lot. Use the radar to line your target up and then let them have it.”

Harris walked to the next vehicle, “And this one?”

“Its a 2-M Repulsor Tank, Sir.” Havock replied.

“Thats right, care to to take this one Private.”

“Sir, the 2-M has a medium laser cannon and an anti-infantry laser cannon along with duel missile launchers.”

“Correct, the main display at your gunnery console will give you long and short range firing solutions”

He pulled out a portable holographic device, when he pushed the button an image of the gunnery console came to life. “You see here the fire control computer situated at your station. This computer automatically calculates the fire control solution based on four factors. One, the lead angle measurement. Two, the bend of the gun as measured by the muzzle reference system. Three, the measurement of the wind velocity. And four, the data from a sensor that measures movement of the turret. It is the operator's responsibility...that's you people...to input data on ammunition type, temperature and barometric pressure.”

With that the holoprojector faded back into the palm of Harris' hand. “Moving on” The group walked over to the next vehicle. “This is a Speeder Truck.” The very large and bulky vehicle before the group was beyond unattractive.

“These babies are used to transport cargo or personnel, they typically can hold up to ten passengers. We can use them to deploy squads on the battlefield. Now they do have protection here you can see that they are equipped with repeating blasters.”

Harris walked over to the final vehicle in the line. “And this one is a 3-2-XR Repulsorlift Sled. Its a one man air vehicle armed with a light blaster cannon. We like to use these to fly though cities and other structures at great speed.”

“Okay these are your four vehicles, tomorrow meet me on the firing range and we will see how you do shooting these babies, dismissed.”

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The firing range was nothing more than a large field with holographic targets set up. The troopers would all have five minutes to take out three stationary targets and two moving targets. Havock couldn't help but be a little unsatisfied by the holographic nature of the targets and it must have showed. “Ahh don't worry Havock you'll get to blow real things up soon enough.” Sergeant Harris teased as he walked passed her.

Havock kicked the ground with her toe and dragged out a, “Yes, sir.”

“Alright you all have your orders so lets get this started I want to be done here before lunchtime, move out!”

The first vehicle Havock got was the Speeder Truck. Which would have been a challenge for her to drive, but luckily the vehicles were stationary and she just had to focus on firing controls. The speeder truck was pretty basic, just a simple repeating blaster. The hard part was compensating for the vehicle itself when lining up the shots. The targets went down easily for Hav, she was even pretty sure she hit directly on the bullseye for at least three of them.

Next Havock moved to the Speeder Bike. For this one they did have to hover with the bike but it did not have to move to hit the targets. As they came up Havock squeezed the hand controls and fired three clean shots right to the bullseye. The moving targets were more difficult since Havock's subconscious response was to move as though the vehicle was moving. Luckily this didn't affect the result too much, since she managed to hit both targets just not on the bullseye Frak

Third, Havock got the repulsorlift sled. Just like the speeder bike, the sled hovered which allowed a limited amount of maneuverability. Again Havock had no trouble hitting all five targets in the time alloted and was even more accurate this time.

The last vehicle was the 2-M Tank. Luckily Havock had actually spent some time in one of these during her previous exam. This didn't help her at all on the gunnery station since she was learning to pilot the tank then but it did help to calm her nerves. Havock input the information into the computer, which took almost a whole minute of her precious time. Then she got to work. She had to tweak the data for each target but that wasn't too much of a problem. The last target was moving, Havock quickly started to input the data then saw that she had less than twenty seconds remaining. She made a sharp adjustment and just used her gut, then pushed the fire controls. The bolt sizzled though the air and just barely hit the target.

As Havock climbed out of the cockpit of the tank she was still frustrated by the fact that she almost ran out of time, which would have led to her repeating the course. Harris walked over to her as she was straiting her uniform. “You did the right thing for that last shot, in fact if you had done more of that for the other four you wouldn't have cut it so close.”

“But sir, the last shot...I didn't follow procedure...I didn't line up properly for that last shot...I...”

“Let me stop you there Trooper. Do you really think we have that kind of time during battle? Now I'm not staying throw the rule book out the hatch but you are going to have to trust yourself a bit more in the future. Don't second guess it, go with your gut and trust your squad.”

Havock took a moment to let it all sink in, “thank you, sir.”

“No problem, now get out of here your done for today.”
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"Victims run off and hide. Prey runs off and hides. But I'm not a victim. And I'm not prey. I'm the Emperor's Hand. I am the ultimate predator. And it's time for Dequc and Black Nebula to die." -Mara Jade
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  RE: Havock (Vehicle Crewman)
March 4, 2009 1:50:26 PM    View the profile of Kanderin Draken 
Sorry about the delay on this one.

This is your best so far, it's a clean pass and I have very little to really comment on.

However, you don't seem to have made any changes to your second story even though it failed. You just need a bit more detail into the grit of the subject matter, similar to what you did so well here. I'd recommend you fix that up before continuing again.
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  RE: Havock (Vehicle Crewman)
March 7, 2009 11:43:09 AM    View the profile of Havock 
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EDIT: Moved story to proper position in order
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"Victims run off and hide. Prey runs off and hides. But I'm not a victim. And I'm not prey. I'm the Emperor's Hand. I am the ultimate predator. And it's time for Dequc and Black Nebula to die." -Mara Jade
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  RE: Havock (Vehicle Crewman)
March 13, 2009 7:28:14 PM    View the profile of Havock 
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Okay Sorry, I know I am supposed to wait for number 2 to get re-checked. But got this one out of the way and just wanted to get it out there. Figured if the other one is graded this could kill two birds so to speak. Don't hurt me!



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Vehicle Crewman – Story 4
Course: Defensive Operations
Course Type: Practical
Course Description: Troopers will learn how to defend themselves while inside a vehicle. A lecture may precede the course, and a competency exam will follow. Like in the previous course, troopers will be examined in at least four different vehicles that are dependent on their selection of sub-specialty.


Havock rubbed her eyes. They felt like burning balls of sand, after starring at the holoscreen for hours. The class had been working on their newest exam, this one was to be able to defend ourselves while in a vehicle.
They had spent the better part of a day working on different vehicles. The physics, techniques and best weapons to use while in a vehicle. Of course, the vehicles weapons themselves didn't factor in on this exam. We had to decide what weapon we were most comfortable with and could use while driving a vehicle.

The holoprojector showed images of so many repulsor vehicles Havock had actually lost count at this point. Her classmates were not doing so well either, she could swear someone was snoring behind her.

“And so, you can see here that using your natural since of balance is very important while operating the vehicles. You may need to defend yourself while driving using your personal weapons rather than relying on the weapon systems on the vehicle.” Sergeant Harris looked around the darkened classroom.

The projector cast a spotlight on the screen in the front of the room, and was the only thing illuminating the area. The dim light, the hum of the projector, Sergeant Harris’ voice. All of that equated to Havock’s eyes drifting closed.

SNAP! Havock jolted up in the desk, her knees whacked the underside of the table. She jerked her head up to look at the unhappy face of Sergeant Harris, who had just used his pointer to wake Havock up. Way to go Private Narcolepsy !  

Harris continued walking through the room checking to make sure the troopers were fully awake now.

“There are some basic principals you are going to all have to become familiar with if you are going to be able to maintain control of those vehicles while doing anything else.” Harris returned to the front of the room. The holoprojector showed a cross-section picture of a speeder bike and a rider.

“Okay, number one, while riding the vehicle you all have your own mass. You can see here a person seated on a bike, this point here.” The pointer slapped the screen at about the navel of the rider. “This is their center of mass.”

“Number two, whatever action you take is going to cause something else to happen. So when you are accelerating forward, your mass is transferred rearward. So as the vehicle accelerates the riders mass will transfer to the rear of the vehicle. You can feel this when the bike accelerates you should feel yourself glue to the seat and your body mass push back as the bike goes forward.”

“What does all of this mean?” We all knew that was rhetorical, and sure enough Harris immediately continued. “You need to accept these two things, ingrain them as part of your sub-conscious,  to be able to control that vehicle while at the same time being able to fire your weapon at a target.”

He looked around the room as he paused for a minute. “On the course tomorrow you are expected to keep your vehicle on the course, which is little more than a straight line people. The hard part is going to be keeping that vehicle from crashing while you use your weapon to shoot the targets. Tomorrow morning we will meet at the Vehicle Garage and I will give you more details on the course.”


The class was dismissed and Havock walked back to her bunk. She entered the empty room and stood in front of her bed. She looked over her bunk tiredly, before sighing and stepping over to go through her cabinet. She looked through the weapons she had available for the course tomorrow. There was her E-11 Blaster Rifle, her Hold-out Blaster, and her DC-15s Blaster Pistol. The DC-15s looked like the best choice. She organized everything, setting it up for the next day. Then she changed and headed to the gym for a work-out before bedding down for the night.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Havock made her way to the Vehicle Garage the next morning. She had her gear all set and her DC-15s blaster strapped to her waist holster.

Sergeant Harris was waiting for her class in the rear of the garage. Havock had her eyes on the few troopers who had already assembled and had to catch herself as she tripped over some vehicle parts that were laid out next to a land speeder which had seen better days. Glancing around with the hope that no-one saw that little lack of grace, Havock continued and joined the group.

Seeing that everyone was assembled, Sergeant Harris punched some buttons on the holoprojector. An image of a very generic landspeeder type vehicle popped up. “Keep your eyes on the holo, this is what you should expect to see on your course. But keep in mind each course is different.”

The computerized landspeeder began the course, and as Harris had said in the classroom the day before  seemed to make very few turns or twists moving almost in a straight line.

The pilot, which was little more than a stick figure on the holo, stood up. Targets appeared on either side of the vehicle in turn. The stick-like pilot easily took out each target in turn, while keeping the vehicle on the straight path through the course. The entire course seemed to only be about five standard minutes long.

Harris reached over and pushed another button, causing the images to shrink and disapate before Havock's eyes.

“So there you have it. We have set up a number of vehicles of various uses at the starting points of four trails. You will be given a vehicle at random when you arrive at the starting point. Each course is different, so keep your wits through all of them. Remember what we went over in class and use your mass to keep yourself stable. I'm in no mood for any troopers to go tumbling out of their vehicles because they didn't realize they needed to use some balancing ability out there. Well lets go, dismissed.”

- - - - - - - - - - - -- - - -

It took Havock ten minutes to walk over to her first assigned course. She reported to the officer stationed there and he directed her to a M-31 Airspeeder. The vehicle had a large body, the pilots canopy was located slightly behind center. It was large, bulky, yellow thing. Havock knew that the hardest thing wouldn't be balance so much as not steering the speeder the same way she was trying to shoot but rather to keep it straight while she shot at targets. They had gone over that tendency in class as well.

With one more check of her blaster, Havock hopped up into the open canopy and fired up the engines. She made sure the nav computer was all set so that she could see the course ahead of her. She didn't need to worry about weapon controls this time since she was herself providing the weapons.

She hit the controls and she was off. As suspected the bulky speeder took wide turns as she adjusted on her way to the course. At least they give us some room to get used to the vehicles before we are actually expected to shoot things at the same time.

The course was directly in front of her now. She made some adjustments to her speed, it was more important to hit the targets with control rather than finish quickly this time. She stood up, her legs slightly wobbling under the gravity of the vehicle. Feeling comfortable she got her blaster out and aimed at the first target. She fired two shots and they both made contact with the target, not bullseyes but they hit it. Havock quickly adjusted her weight and turned to the other side of the vehicle to hit another target. Then back again, they zig-zaged from port to starboard back and forth for the rest of the course. Havock let out a yip when she hit the last one dead on in the bullseye. Guess I'm getting better at this.

She brought the airspeeder back and landed it neatly at the start. Then she made her way over to the second course. This time she was given a landspeeder. Piloting the landspeeder was almost identical to the airspeeder for the coarse since the only real difference between the two are their respective max altitude. The course itself had a few changes in the location of targets. Havock had no trouble getting the vehicle through and hitting all of the targets, she even got three bullseyes this time.

Next was a beautiful Starhawk 2b Speeder Bike. Havock was quickly learning to appreciate speeder bikes and had become very fond of them since joining the academy. They were fun to drive on Corellia but to really understand them and to become as good of a pilot as she had was even better.

The bike required more concentration on balance for Havock. She had to use her legs to keep the bike upright, and rely on only one arm to maintain speed and direction. She had never been more thankful that the courses were not advanced enough to have them doing all of this and making turns and direction changes.

She came up on the course, pulled out her blaster and fired a neat shot right on the bullseye of the first target. Whoa, nice, okay can't get cocky. Keeping the blaster up she turned slightly and took out another target, then another, and another. She turned her body to get a fifth target and moved her legs too much causing the bike to turn, Havock had to get control of the bike before it completely left the course. She did and hit the target, more like grazed it on the edge. The remainder of the targets fell to her wrath for making such a ridiculous mistake. She did not look forward to Sergeant Harris' critique of that one.

Havock arrived at the forth and final course. She looked at all of the vehicles lined up, wondering what she would be piloting. The officer in charge came up to her with a very mischievous smirk and handed her a board about a meter in length.

“What's this?” Havock held the board as if she had just been given a slab of nerf, smelly nerf.

He was already looking down at his datapad, and scoffed. “That Private, is your vehicle for the course.”

Havock looked back at the Skimboard, now holding it in both of her hands. She raised her eyebrow, “What am I twelve?”

“Heh, no.” He looked up at her, as if he was making sure. “Listen Private, you need to know how to pilot ALL repulsorlift vehicles. And that is a repulsorlift vehicle. So if you would please make your way to the course, princess.” He shook his head and mumbled something as he returned to something on his datapad.

Havock stood for another second or two before shrugging her shoulders and heading to the start of her final course. She had ridden one of these before, really every kid on Corellia had a Skimboard at one time or another. It was nothing more than a flat board, rounded at both ends. The one she rode as a child was colorful, but this one was just plain black.

Havock placed her feet on the board. She couldn't help but feel kinda silly riding a Skimboard at a Stormtrooper Academy. She got her blaster ready and with a push she was off. The board was the hardest by far to control. She constantly had to bend her knees to keep from falling at high speeds. Although it did provide a lot of movement for her upperbody. She took out one, two, then three targets. She was getting better with it, now able to twist her hips to change the direction of the board. She was nearing the end of the course and everything was looking pretty good. She had hit all of her targets and was navigating the Skimboard with no trouble. She decided to have some fun. Havock pulled her legs in tight and flipped, doing a 360 to her right side. She came out of the loop and shot the last two targets. Her fancy flying prevented her from getting a direct bullseye, but she was close on both.

As she exited the course the officer looked up at her and just shook his head again. She walked past him, “Alright Private you are dismissed. And next time try to stick closer to the book, this isn't a playground.”

Havock smirked as she continued to walk, “Yes sir, I will.”
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  RE: Havock (Vehicle Crewman)
March 24, 2009 6:57:10 PM    View the profile of Havock 
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Vehicle Crewman – Level 5
Course: Armament Repair
Course Type: Practical
Course Description: Troopers will learn how to make basic repairs to weapons systems on any type of vehicle. Repairs can be either on the control panel or require physical work.


Havock yanked off her goggles and rubbed her eyes. The class was working on repairing the weapon systems in vehicles. Sergeant Harris had brought each student the weapons control panel to tinker with during class. Looking around the room Hav could see everything from AT-AT panels to some kind of Tracked panel. In front of her was a weapons control panel for a 2-M Repulsor Tank.

Havock had her tools laid out next to the panel. They really just had to familiarize themselves with the panel's. Sergeant Harris let them know that they would be working with these panels in the actual vehicles later on. No driving this time, just repair work. Havock was not looking forward to this exam. She was always more of a driver then mechanic.

Havock remembered the first time she stepped onto the cool durasteel outer shell of the vehicle. The 2-M Tank had two 10-meter-long repulsor engines on either side of the main compartment in the center, The pilot compartment was small, cramped and smelled of a combination of weapon fire and sweat. The tank was outfitted with a medium laser cannon turret, two missile launchers, and an anti-infantry laser cannon.

Thwak Havock grabbed her head and spun around in her chair. She was looking up at Sergeant Harris who was holding a hydospanner in his hand. Harris just glared at Havock with his arms crossed, then moved on down the line of troopers.

Havock winced at the bump on her head and turned back to her weapons panel, quickly getting to work before Harris came back around again.

The panel was somewhat large and awkward to work with outside of the tank. There were five buttons towards the top center with an extra button above the row of five. The odd button out had six letters on it, GUN ARM. That armed all the laser cannons. The five buttons below either fired or loaded the missile launchers and the center most button fired the laser cannons. There were dials below the buttons to aim the turrets. In addition to all of these there were three switches that turned on the weapon panel, took the safety off the guns, and put the missiles on standby. With the kind of damage these weapons could cause it was necessary to have so many steps to fire, just to limit the number of mistakes. Anyways Havock had already finished her weapons exam and knew that, with practice, you could fire these weapons in a matter of seconds even with all the safety precautions.

Today she was learning spending the majority of her time with the panel turned upside down, learning how all the buttons, dials and switches were connected and how to fix them if there was ever a problem. In a fight it would be invaluable for a crewman to know how to fix it on the spot and get rounds fired before the enemy realized their advantage. Great now I'm starting to think like Harris.

Harris stood at the front of the room and cleared his throat before beginning. “Tomorrow you will be practicing in the real thing. You will be expected to repair the weapons systems and fire a live round on the target range. That is your test, simple. You fix the panel we will know, the weapon will fire. Targeting doesn't matter as much as the vehicle's ability to fire. One more thing. Before you even start do not forget to check the exterior turrets and make sure they are in working order and ready to fire as well. Any questions? No. Dismissed.”

Havock and the others filtered out of the small classroom and headed towards the barracks.

“Hey Hav.”

Havock looked up and saw Caden the other trooper whom she had taken many of these classes with already.

“Hey Caden, you ready for tomorrow?” Hav smiled being friendly.

“Yep getting my hands on an AT-ST, lookin' forward to it.”

Havock had reached the door of her bunk she stopped and turned slightly towards Caden at the door. “Well I'll meet you at the garage in the morning.”

Both troopers waved and smiled, Hav turned and walked through the door. She made her way to the bed and fell into it with a 'plop'. Groaning she rolled over, grabbed her datapad and studied a bit more before sleeping for the night.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Havock entered the training grounds the next day ready to take her test. The vehicles were set up on the firing range, waiting for the crewmen to repair them.

Havock jumped on the 2-M Repulsor Tank and inspected the turrets. They were clean and she saw no visible problems with the turrets, mounts or their attached systems. Going inside the cramped cockpit, Havock could see the major integrated electronic systems connected to the main control panel. The main gun and missile fire controls were in a state of disarray. Luckily the optical sighting systems and navigation GPS system were all intact. So she just had to fix the weapons systems, just like Sergeant Harris said.

She quickly got to work. Havock pulled out her tools and snapped on goggles. Pulling the panel out she could see the wires. She had to trace them from their source and find where the problem was. She attached her datapad to a few of the lines seeing which one still maintained power. Power means your plugged in somewhere.

Sweat had started to bubble up on her forehead, she wiped it away with her sleeve and glanced towards the forward viewport. She new she needed to get this done soon so they could fire on the target.

Looking back to the mangled mess of wires behind the panel, she got back to work. Following the wires that lead from the GUN ARM button back to the main power, Hav found the problem. Running the wire and getting all of the connections back, she checked the wire using her datapad and it now had a power signal.

Grabbing the hydrospanner, Havock slapped the panel back together and got it back in its original place. She flipped the switch and powered up the panel. The lights came to life and it showed all systems ready.
Havock expelled a large breath she didn't even know she had been holding. She double checked the nav controls to make sure the round she was about to fire would go in at least the right direction.

Lining up the turret, Havock pushed the GUN ARM button above the row of five. The button directly below that one, the one that would fire that gun went from red to green. Checking just one more time that the dials for the turret were set, Havock pushed the fire control button.

The tank rocked back as it fired the round. Havock lost her balance and had to grab the wall to keep from falling completely on her backside. Nice one Hav.

Pulling herself up from the almost prone position she was currently in. She climbed out of the cockpit, only once she had gotten her head out of the hatch could she see the target. The smoke from the round obscured her vision from within the cockpit.

She couldn't see it. Blast, where is the target, what the hell? She was squinting and frantically looking onto the field where the target should have been. Only then she heard Caden walking up laughing, “Loose something there, Hav?”

She looked down at him from the hatch. “The target, where is the blasted target?”

“Hav you blew it away, it was awesome!”

Havock frowned and looked back on the field. Sure enough she could see what remained from the target and now she could make out the shards of it littering the ground. “Heh.” She shrugged and climbed out the hatch and jumped to the ground, near Caden. “Well if your gonna do something, do it right, huh?”

They both laughed and walked back to the barracks together.
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April 1, 2009 9:05:40 PM    View the profile of Havock 
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Vehicle Crewman – Level 6
Course: Tactics and Movement
Course Type: Practical
Course Description: Troopers will be assigned 1-2 vehicles of their choosing. From there they will be shown the proper way for them to move around in the heat of a battle. A competency exam will follow, requiring troopers to come up with their own plan of attack, including their own movement pattern (for each vehicle).


The simulator smelled awful. Havock just hated being next to last. Sergeant Harris spoke to her after class about the next exam, he wanted to go over the tactics section again since she was not quite as clear on that.

“Listen Havock, all you need to do is practice in the sim. Then come to class tomorrow with a holo showing how you would navigate two vehicles in such a situation.” He shrugged, “its easy.”

Hav did not look convinced. “Okay, thank you, sir.” Havock made her way to the exit to get in line for the simulator.

“Oh and one other thing.”

Havock turned and raised her eyebrows. She looked at Sergeant Harris. He was a middle-aged man, with thin and short blond hair. She could see that he was muscular beneath his jumpsuit. And Havock was painfully aware that she had no idea what the man was about to tell her.

He must have noticed her mind wander because Harris smirked. “Congratulations on your promotion, Lance Corporal.”

“Heh, thank you sir.” Havock genuinely smiled, shook Harris' hand and headed down the hall.

Now here she was in the smelly simulator going over the attack plan again for the third time now. She had already practiced with a few vehicles trying to get the feel for them while on a battlefield. She needed to focus on just two though and just one major combat maneuver per vehicle.

Going back over the lesson in her mind, if anything to help her get focused on the objectives. Havock remembered that using these vehicles off-road would affect the condition of the training lands by disturbing vegetation. That is why each vehicle movement pattern had to be slightly different depending on the radar positioning tracking systems. The changing vegetation can affect turning radius, velocity.

“uggh” Hav held her head in her hands and groaned at the information, that was starting to make her head hurt. She tapped the datapad on her forehead a few times. Think, think, think.

The tracking systems in the sim were programmed to record the position of the vehicles every second. This data then is used to measure Havock's quantity of travel per day, quantity of travel on and off roads, dynamic properties of turning radius and velocity, and vegetation.

Havock choose her first vehicle, easy a BARC speeder, one of my favs. The sim accepted the program with a 'beep', then rolled up a screen.

=======Simulation Vehicle Movement========
        Scenario number 1  -  LCPL HAVOCK

        =======Begin Recording=========

The screen cleared to reveal a desert terrain, Havock could see the mountains off in the distance. She would have to come up with a movement pattern against a JG-8 Landspeeder. In the next scenario she would pilot the landspeeder and go up against the speeder bike.

The BARC was faster than the landspeeder so she had a tactical advantage there.

She hit the accelerator toping out the speed as she moved into the battlefield. Finding the landspeeder on her radar Havock closed in on its position.

There was little vegetation on the desert plain, but there were boulders. Havock had to adjust the elevation of the bike and the speed to compensate for the conditions. The one she really had to watch was the heat. In these hot climates vehicles had a tendency to overheat, which would lead to a burn out. That would mean more time in this smelly cockpit.

Choosing to take a low approach Havock pulled the bike around the first boulder, crisscrossing the landspeeders path. “Frak!” The landspeeder opened fire, Havock had to twist and turn the bike, keeping her balance and finished her path across. She managed to duck behind another boulder then nailed the accelerator.

She shot the bike like a slingshot in a long arc. When she came around that boulder she was perpendicular to the landspeeder. She opened fire and took out her target easily.

With a 'whoop', she completed the turn and headed back towards the starting point.

======== Recording Complete ==========

Havock took a deep breath, and replayed the recording she just made. Everything looked good, Havock could use that for the BARC. Now she needed to create a plan that would counteract that using the landspeeder. She literally had to out-smart herself. Great, lets find out how smart I really am.

Now I know what the bike is going to do. Deviate course, swing around that boulder and come around on the side...okay got it.

=======Simulation Vehicle Movement========
        Scenario number 2  -  LCPL HAVOCK

        =======Begin Recording=========


Havock could see the bike on her radar. Accelerating, she watched as the bike came towards her. Knowing what it was going to do almost seemed unfair. But then again the landspeeder stayed on a straight path for her the first time.

Havock shifted turning the controls off to her right. Attempting to cut the bike off at the pass. The bike was just too fast for the landspeeder. Then the bike came across her field of vision having some fun she opened fire, knowing the bike was too fast to be hit. It made its way  behind the rock to her left.

Thats when she hit the brakes. As the bike came out from around the boulder there was no longer a landspeeder to be adjacent to. Havock opened fire as the bike drove out right in front of her taking it out.

“whew, That wasn't so bad.”

======Recording Complete========

Havock climbed out of the simulator. As she took her helmet off she shook her hair, that the sweat had matted to her head. Caden walked over to her. “Hey Hav, how'd it go?”

Hav was still scratching her head as he walked up, she grabbed a tie and put her hair back in its usual ponytail. “Not too bad. You finished?”

“Heh, yep just gotta get it all ready for class tomorrow. You too right?”

Havock smiled, “Yeah, I'll see you in class okay.” She waved and headed back to towards her bunk. She wanted to hit the fresher and shower before heading to bed.


The next day Havock presented her holovid of her vehicle movements. Her classmates had come up with many different patterns, depending on their specialty. When it was Havock's turn she walked up to the podium in the front of the room. She was horribly nervous to talk in front of the whole group. Public speaking was not her best quality, it was something she needed to work on.

"Okay so you can, umm, see the Speeder."

Harris raised his hand, Havock could barely see it in the dimmly lit classroom. Not to mention the holo projector glaring in her eyes was blinding. "What type of speeder is that Lance Corporal?"

Havock nodded. "Right, its a BARC Speeder, similar to the 74-Z military speeder bike."

Harris nodded and motioned for Havock to continue. "The speeder bike had to navigate the course with a JG-8 Landspeeder. The bike had an advantage in that it is faster and more, ummm, manuverable." Havock was starting to sweat but she managed to describe the course and the path the bike took to avoid the initial attack of the Landspeeder.

"Now you can see here." She pushed some buttons to bring up the second scenerio. "The Landspeeder was able on the second pass to adjust and use its slower speed to an advantage, outsmarting the bike and succeeding in the attack."

Havock allowed the holovid to play and answered a few more questions from the class before returning to her seat and watching the last of her classmates finish theirs.

After the lesson Havock was tired from being in the darkened room and her eyes were burining from the holovids. She yawned then gave a friendly wave to Caden before heading to her bunk for a nap.
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April 20, 2009 12:58:37 AM    View the profile of Kanderin Draken 
All the stories written since my last mark pass, and all generally are of very high quality. You occasionally let spelling and punctuation mistakes creep in however.

As for constructive criticism, your sentences can either get a little short and choppy, or overextended at times. The last story is a very good example - Many of your sentences there are tiny, and could probably be combined together for better effect.

Nice work.
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April 21, 2009 6:27:41 PM    View the profile of Havock 
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Vehicle Crewman – Level 7
Course: Terrain, Weather Conditions, and Operation
Course Type: Lecture/Practical
Course Description: Troopers will attend a seminar/lecture on the different types of weather and terrain. They will be expected to know how to tell the changes in terrain and weather before it comes up on them. Once this has been accomplished, troopers will be shown the proper way to operate their vehicles in various weather conditions and on various types of terrain. Once again, vehicle types are dependent on sub-specialty choice.


‘Ring’, ‘ring’, ‘ring’. Havock shot up in bed, grabbing her pistol from under the pillows in one swift motion has she did. Her eye twitched at the alarm clock, pistol still raised. With a growl, Hav, dropped her arm down with a thud to the mattress and got up to silence the annoying clock in a more conventional fashion.

Havock sat back down on the mattress, sliding the pistol back under her pillow as she plopped back into a sitting position. She rubbed her eyes and face trying to wake herself up, then her data pad ‘beeped’.

Havock let out a growl as she stood back up to get the datapad whose sound was now invading her space. “Oh come on, can’t a girl get any sleep around here?” She pushed a few buttons and realized it was an event reminder. “Oh, new VC  class today. Weather, huh?” Glancing at the chrono on the nearby table, Havock could see that she needed to be in the Maintenance Garage in just a bit over an hour, which only led to another string of curse words under her breath.

Running to the fresher to get washed and ready Havock had no time to even glance at the reading material she should have had prepared for class today.

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Havock walked up to the garage and waved quickly at Caden as she joined the already assembled group. Sergeant Harris was pacing, pushing buttons on his datapad. Glancing up, he stood a little taller looking over at Havock as she arrived.  Harris quickly finished up whatever he was doing on the datapad and with a ‘pfft’ he put the pad in his pocket.

“Good morning, Troopers.” He looked at the group of young men and women. “Congratulations on getting this far in your training. Today we are going to start learning about controlling these vehicles in various climates. First I’m going to give you the basics, some techniques you can use. Then you are going to be assigned a vehicle, by me, that vehicle you are going to run them through as many weather conditions as we can find. And yes that may mean a trip off world to find some in-climate weather.”

Caden looked over at Havock, his eyes we’re desperately searching for an answer, but Hav couldn’t understand the silent question.

Caden chewed on his lip for a second before lifting his hand into the air, “Sir.” Harris pointed at Caden, his arms slumped just slightly, as if he dreaded these questions troopers managed to come up with.

Caden took a deep breath. “Sir, can you tell us what vehicle we will be piloting? At least will it be part of our sub-specialty? And where will we be going? And…”

“Corporal!” Harris interrupted what was quickly turning into a string of even more questions, he took a long breath before continuing. “We are going to have a lecture which will cover all of those questions. In fact, let’s go so we can get started. Dismissed.”

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The class had all taken their seats by the time Sergeant Harris walked through the doors. He kept the lights on, which was a nice change after the last few lectures that involved long periods of time in a darkened room staring at the holoprojector.

“Weather conditions can challenge the best drivers. You need to remember three “P’s”: Prepare, Protect, and Prevent.” He turned and wrote the three words on the board behind him. “First we prepare. How do you prepare for weather, I know I can read your minds. You need to keep your vehicle maintained. Check the engine, the tire tread, keep the windows clean in those AT-ATs, and make sure the fluid levels are where they should be. By maintaining the vehicle you can reduce the possibility of an accident occurring. Second, make an emergency kit. You need a glow rod, jumper cables, and abrasive material for traction, a shovel, snow brush, ice scraper, flares, and blankets. All of these items should be prepared ahead of time and in your vehicle when you travel. Third, plan your route. Make sure you have plenty of time to get where you are going, do not rush. Be familiar before you leave with the map and terrain of the location you are traveling to.” Harris finished the last few sentences as he wrote an outline of what he just said under the word ‘prepare’ written on the board.

“Next we have protect. Use your safety gear, make sure your helmets and comms are functioning properly before you roll out. Don’t try anything stupid while in route, you should be focused on the mission and maintaining the safety of your squad with that giant hunk of durasteel your driving.”

“Last, we prevent. We prevent problems from happening before they happen. I better never catch you guys drinking on duty, that’s number one. Watch your distances from other vehicles and objects, use the radar. This is the most important when the weather is not perfect, you need to take slippery, wet, and snowy conditions into account. Make sure you are well rested when you are driving, even if that means you may need to rotate drivers.”

“Now I'm going to show you an example of what could happen if you don't follow these rules.” Sergeant Harris tapped on a few buttons in the console of the pedestal near where he was standing. The lights dimmed as the holoprojector buzzed to life.

The light projected an image of a snowy landscape. Hav could see a tracked vehicle make its way on what had to be an icy road in those conditions. They could hear the comm traffic between the driver and the instructor sitting in the passenger seat. The driver was tasked to refuel two other army vehicles while traveling on local roadways.

Harris spoke up, “The driver was briefed before he left base. He was to clear the snow from their vehicles and conduct preventative maintenance checks on the vehicle before leaving. Then while in transit they were to maintain proper speeds for these road conditions.”

Havock drew her attention back to the holo. The roads were clear, but a light snow started to fall just as the operation began. The snowfall continued to increase and the roads became covered in snow. As the driver crested a hill the comm cracked to life. The instructor was advising the driver to slow down. Unfortunately the driver overreacted pressing the brake pedal causing the vehicle to loose traction. The rear of the vehicle jackknifed into the oncoming traffic lane, striking a civilian vehicle and continued to skid along the road hitting yet another civilian vehicle before finally coming to a halt.

Havock swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat as the lights came back to normal and the holoprojector switched off.

Sergeant Harris returned to the front of the room from a chair he must have been sitting in the front row. “Now that accident cost one civilian their lives. Can any of you tell me how could that driver have prevented that accident from happening?”

“The driver shouldn't have been driving in those conditions without their certification.”

Harris shrugged. “Thats true enough, perhaps when the snow started to cover the roads the instructor should have taken over. Alright who else?”

Caden raised his hand. “Sir, the tires should have been covered when the driver was told to do preventative maintenance, that's part of maintenance for a tracked vehicle going into snow conditions.”

“Excellent Corporal. Yes, he should have thought of that when he was reminded to do his maintenance check. Alright one more people.”

“He shouldn't have hit the brakes.” Havock spoke out of turn and got a few looks from her classmates.

“What was that Lance Corporal?” Sergeant Harris raised his eyebrows has he looked over the seats to stare at Havock.

“His vehicle was in a skid, the last thing you should do is slam on the brakes when your in a skid. You ease your foot off the pedal then look and steer in the direction you want the vehicle to go in and don't over steer either. Everything needs to be smooth and gradual, if you start jerking around you'll never get the vehicle under control.” Havock finished with a shrug and slid back down in her seat.

Harris was nodding in the front. “Lance Corporal Katash is correct. That is the exact procedure for dealing with a vehicle in a skid. Very good.”

“Alright troopers, here is the deal. You need to drive smart and defensively out there. Pay attention to the other drivers and terrain. Anticipate problems so you can solve them before they happen. The most common mistakes drivers make in bad weather are driving too fast for the conditions and underestimating stopping distances.” He paused to look over the classroom. Havock silently wondered if he was making sure they were all still awake.

“Tomorrow morning 0800, I want to see you at the Maintenance Garage geared up and ready to go. You will be separated into groups and transported to your vehicles location. Dismissed.”

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“No, I have no idea where we're going. They won't tell us we just have to meet at the Garage and then we're off.” Havock spoke excitedly into the comm to the tiny version of her foster father, Jed.

“That sounds great Hav. Well if its a speeder bike in the city you should be fine.” He laughed a bit. Probably remembering the numerous times Hav would sneak away on his speeder bike and take a joy ride through downtown Coronet.

“Heh, yeah wouldn't that be nice. But I doubt it, Jed.” Havock glanced at her chono. “I've gotta run, just about time to head over to the garage.”

“Alright, take care of yourself Hav.”

Hav smiled. “You too, old man.” They both laughed as the image faded and shrunk until it was gone.

Havock grabbed her gear and headed out.

When she arrived at the Garage, Sergeant Harris separated them depending on their sub-specialty. That worked out well since there were so few troopers at this point anyway after being separated Havock was in a group with just three others. They boarded a transport and were instructed to strap in. One of the other troopers asked about where they were going which resulted in a terse, “you'll be briefed in flight.”

During the flight it was explained to the four troopers that they were traveling to a location in the north region of the planet that was currently experiencing blizzard type weather. Great so snow, how did I know it would be snow.

Havock threw on some extra layers of clothes and was careful to cover her hands and neck with some extra protection. She had no desire to get frostbite on a training mission. As she and the others disembarked from the transport she could see a few various repulsor vehicles lined up in the road, or what she could see of the road from all the snow, ahead. The snow storm made it difficult to make out what Harris was saying when he wasn't yelling directly in the face of the person he was talking to. So Havock waited her turn, shifting from one foot to another to keep as warm as possible in the freezing temperatures.

“Okay Havock, you ready.” Harris shouted into Hav's face when it was her turn.

“Yes Sir.” She yelled back to him.

The rest of the conversation was  a series of shouting with the occasional, “what?” Havock learned that she would be taking out an airspeeder. The particular airspeeder was very similar to the Incom T-47 Airspeeder that Havock was familiar with. She also learned that she just had to follow the navigation system in the airspeeder which was uploaded with the route she would have to follow. This course was fairly simple, no real objective, just navigate the vehicle in the horrid conditions for about five kilometers then turn around and come back.

Havock ran to the cockpit of her airspeeder, more to get out of the cold than for real excitement at the moment.

She checked the systems and strapped in as the engines and computer fired up. She made a quick com check, when she heard the affirmative from Sergeant Harris she started on the course laid out by the computer.

She was coming around the third kilometer when she heard some cross communication breaking though on her channel. Sounded like one of the other troopers on the course ahead of Havock had lost control and was trying to call in a mayday. Havock couldn't really do much to help she just needed to keep an eye out to avoid a collision. She saw the other speeder, almost under control but also at an almost dead stop right outside of her viewport. Havock knew better than to slam on the breaks, so she left the speed completely alone raised the altitude of the speeder so she could cleanly fly right over the other speeder without crashing. 

The rest of the flight was uneventful. She managed to make it to the checkpoint and return back with little problems. As she powered down Hav realized she must have been holding the controls tighter than she thought, her arms and hands where a combination of numb and throbbing.

She could not wait to get back on the transport and leave the freezing temperatures, she never wanted to be in a warm climate more in her whole life.
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July 13, 2009 7:21:13 PM    View the profile of Kanderin Draken 
Very well written, you definetely took my advice on your last spec. The explanation of the other driver's skid could of been better explained - Trying to figure out how you skid a hovering vehicle was tricky. Apart from that, very good.

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January 25, 2010 9:55:07 AM    View the profile of Havock 
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Vehicle Crewman – Level 8
Course: Electronic Maintenance
Course Type: Lecture/Practical
Course Description: Troopers will learn how to do perform basic maintenance on the electronics systems in a vehicle. This should consist of basic system checks, and how to fix basic problems that can be solved without actually having to go and work on the vehicle itself. Vehicle selection will depend on the instructor, and can be of sub-specialty if so desired.


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Gunnery Sergeant Clayton “Creeper” Rouillard. Havock read the name on her datapad over and over again as she got ready in her quarters. It felt like it had been a while since she had been to one of her vehicle crewman classes.

Havock had moved to the advanced class, which meant a new instructor and probably some new classmates. She had heard about Creeper before. She remembered hearing the other students in her previous classes praying they would never get stuck in this particular gunnery sergeant's class. From the stories she had heard, he was apparently one of the toughest instructors there was.

That was just great, Havock had never been the best student, and now she was going to be with one of the strictest teachers out there. She just knew she was going to fail, the only solace she could think of was that she would be amply prepared to re-take the course.

Reading lower on the datapad the words 'Electronic Maintenance' sprawled across the screen. She decided it would be a good idea to read  up on the material again before arriving at her class. That could also be because the last time she tried to work on the electrical system of a repulsor tank the shock she received landed her in medbay for two days.

A hand made contact with Havock's shoulder pushing her back into the wall. “What the frak?” 

A tall man with gray hair stood in front of her with a raised eyebrow. She was only a few steps outside the classroom she would be spending the better part of her day in. He slowly took the datapad out of her hands and examined it. “Last minute studying, Miss...Katash?”

She straighted herself and finally read the name on his uniform. Great, only I would get caught by the damn instructor. “Yes, sir.”

“Good, maybe you will actually be able to answer some of the questions in class today. Let us just hope you drive a vehicle better than you walk down the corridor. After you.” He moved aside and gestured with his hand for her to enter the classroom. Havock nodded and timidly took her datapad back as she entered the room.

It was a small class, and none of the faces looked familiar. It was just as well, she needed to focus so that Creeper didn't embarrass her beyond belief.

The older man's boots clanked on the floor as he quickly made his way to the front of the classroom and flipped a switch on the holoprojector bringing up an image of the circuits in the firing control of a Repulsor Scout.

“Gunnery Sergeant Rouillard, I won't shoot you if you call me Gunny but I might if you call me Creeper. This...well lets see if you people are capable of studying. What is this a diagram of?”

A dark haired woman shot her hand up so fast, Havock wondered if it would fly off at the shoulder. Apparently Rouillard knew her, at least based on the long and lingering sigh that came from him before calling on her. “Okay Kai, lets hear it.”


“Firing controls.” He said nothing but waved his hand to indicate she should go on. “Oh right, umm, for an AT-AT.”

Rouillard slapped his forehead in frustration with the trooper. He didn't seem scary to Havock, just a guy who had been teaching green troopers for so long he had heard every ridiculous question and answer in the book. “Please tell me someone else can do better.”

The trooper next to Havock rolled his eyes and lifted his hand off the desk. “That is so a repulsor scout control panel, not a AT-AT, geeze girl.”

“Yea, congrats Max. You still know everything.” Kai shook her head and started whispering to her friends sitting next to her.

“Well duh.”

“Enough!” Rouillard got everyones attention. “Let's move on shall I?” He hit another control and dimmed the lights in the classroom. “This diagram is well and good, but you nooblets get to start with some basic electrical systems before I watch you electrocute yourselves on this stuff.”

The screen changed to the undercarriage of a generic tracked vehicle. The systems and engine were all drawn and labeled. “The first major component in the electrical system is the battery. It stores the power that runs all of the other auxiliary devices in the vehicle. Here is the starter motor, which starts the engine. Finally we have the alternator, this is the device that charges the battery and keeps it running.” He turned the lights back up slightly and addressed the class. “These three components keep the vehicle in driving condition. If any of them fail, you won't even start your vehicle much less be able to power the more complected systems. If something goes wrong electrically these are the three places you check first before anything else. If your targeting computer doesn't power up it may not be the circuits or a fuse, the battery may be dead and its not getting power in the first place.”

Havock rushed to try to take notes, and shook her head at the horrible attempt at a drawing she had made. She felt a nudge on her arm. “You can draw a diagram of me later on baby.”

She sneered and glared at Max. “They will need one to put you back together again if you think about calling me 'baby' again.”

“When we arrive at the hangar to perform your exam, you will all be assigned a vehicle in your specialty area that has some kind of electrical problem. You will diagnose this problem and find the quickest solution. Speed and accuracy are important here, since you will be doing this during combat once you are in your squads.”

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The large hangar was one of many on the tarmac. The large open bay was filled with vehicles of different sub-types prepped with their electrical issues for the students to solve. Havock knew that she would be working on the group of repulsor vehicles that were clumped together just past the large open bay doors. There were five vehicles in a row and a sergeant standing in front of them holding a datapad.

“Name.”

She muttered her first name as usual. “Ayme Katash, reporting for exam.”

The man scanned his list. “Hmm, Katash, right. Got it. Okay they put you in the repulsor tank over there. You can use anything in the hangar to diagnose and repair the tank, and I get to stand here and watch you.” He muttered under his breath something about never playing sabacc with Creeper again.

“Right, thanks.”

She climbed into the tank to find a dead control panel and several dark screens that should have had tactical displayed on them. “Great, so no power at all.” She flipped a few of the switches just to be sure.  Havock grabbed her gear and climbed back out of the cockpit to inspect the systems buried in the engine.

Of course the battery was toast, so she quickly found a compatible one and replaced it. Going back inside the screens were now all lit, but not as bright as they should have been. “Ugh, what now?” The dimming was probably an alternator issue, since she was quite sure the brand new battery she put in was functioning.

She located the alternator that was running, and by all accounts looked just fine. She almost left it to check the fuses, but at the last moment noticed something off about the belts. Havock quickly moved to shut off the engines and once everything had come to a stop she saw the belts leading to and from the alternator were loose, which would exactly fit the problem she was seeing on the screens on the control panel.

It took some tinkering but she managed to tighten the belts and get them back on the alternator in a decent amount of time. When the engine cranked back up all systems were normal.

The rest of the class seemed to have finished and had lunch by the time she checked back in with the sergeant. He had very little to say to her, but it sounded like he muttered 'you passed' before he walked out of the hangar to find better things to do.
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January 26, 2010 10:24:54 AM    View the profile of Havock 
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Vehicle Crewman – Level 4 - Story 2
Course: Mechanical Maintenance
Course Type: Practical
Course Description: Troopers will be taught how to physically fix problems that could occur on their vehicle. After a short lecture they will be taught to fix problems that require no command console interface whatsoever. As before, vehicle selection must comply with sub-specialty selection.


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The transport buckled in the atmosphere as they headed for their destination. A squad rolled out with about twenty tracked vehicles being used for troop transport, just to have the majority of them break down along the route. Now Havock's class got to do some practical field work and get them all repaired. She couldn't help but thinking they were nothing more than cheap and convenient labor at this point.

The day before everyone had spent the day in lectures about doing this very thing. Fix various types of vehicles both while on missions and to maintain them between missions. Havock was better with repulsorlift vehicles, but they were trained to maintain all types so that shouldn't have been a problem.

“70% of all equipment failures are self-induced. Either maintenance personnel not following the basics of mechanics or simply not knowing them.” Gunnery Sergeant Rouillard paced in the front of the classroom as he spoke.

They had been talking about basic mechanical maintenance and what to do when things breakdown in the field. As Rouillard kept reminding them, when a vehicle breaks down it is more than likely some troopers fault rather than the vehicle. It was becoming clear to Havock that the gunny preferred vehicles to troopers.


The shuttle made a smooth landing on the surface of the planet. Which it had better with a crew area full of troopers who would have loved to pilot the thing themselves. As they filed out, Havock could see that they were in a rocky terrain on a large highway. Up the road was a dozen broken down vehicles littering the path.

“Damn and its hot, why do we have to do this?”

Havock rolled her eyes. “Cause we were ordered to Max, now come on the faster we do this the faster we get home.”

“Home is so not Fort Sexton.” The blond haired man shook his head and make a slightly inappropriate gesture at a female trooper walking past them.

“Yea, right.”

She approached the first Heavy Assault vehicle a wheeled A5 Juggernaut. The mechanized infantry squad was on a training mission, so they should not be shot at while they put what they learned in the classroom to work. The Juggernauts were an older model, which is why they chose them for this mission more than likely. Older also meant expendable in the eyes of the army.

“Come on, Hav.” Max whined. Gah, that guy could really get on her nerves. She climbed up into the hatch on the top of the vehicle.

“Oh wow.” She cringed from the smell in the cockpit of the vehicle.

Max's boots hit the durasteel behind her. “What, it smells like my quarters.”

“That explains so much.” Havock muttered.

She cranked up the vehicles computer and ran a diagnostic to determine why the vehicle had decided to park in the highway.

“Now nuggets, when you are maintaining a vehicle there are four things you need to do. Make sure the bearings stay lubricated, you check the alignment, keep the V-Belts tight, and the fluid levels are normal and changed when they are supposed to be. If you maintain those things the vehicle is less likely to break down in the first place.”

The diagnostic computer came back finding no issues with any of the engine components. Everything that should have been maintained had been at an adequate level. Which meant this was probably going to be a long day.

“Aww come on, lets just interface it with the command console and get out of here.”

Havock shifted her equipment over so she could get a better look in the engine. “Dammit Max, you know we are not allowed to use the interface in the field. Its not realistic that we would have one on a mission so we don't get to use it out here. Now stop whining and help me.”

“Its probably just the fuel line.” He grumbled and started to get down to look underneith the HAV.

She clenched her teeth and grabbed Max by the shirt collar. “Max, is there fuel in the vehicle?”

“Yea, duh.”

“If there is fuel in it, and we are not standing in a puddle. Then its probably not a fuel leak, now is it?” She threw the handful of shirt back at Max with a push. “The diagnostic will tell us where the problem is, which its probably electrical in nature since we have ruled out fuel.” 

“Now once you check the basics, you need to diagnose what the blasted thing is doing before you can fix it. Is it ticking, clunking, hissing? Could it be the steering, the brakes? Does it stall when its idle? Will the engine start at all?”  Rouillard stepped up to the holoprojector again and loaded an image with the engine parts labeled. They had seen this image all day, he kept using it as a reference which meant Havock really needed to make sure she memorized it for sure. “Once you find out what its doing thats not normal then that significantly narrows down what could be wrong with it. So find the symptoms, then you diagnose the problem, then you solve the problem so your squad can get their ass back in fighting condition.”

The computer beeped. “Ah, damn. Its the relay going from the starter.” Havock reached in taking out the starter so that she could access the relay. Then used a patch to get the circuit working again. “Alright try it now.”

The engine cranked in only one try, which surprised her. For some reason, she had the feeling they would find even more things wrong with the old tank. “Alright lets drive this baby back to base and we are done.”
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  RE: Havock (Vehicle Crewman)
January 27, 2010 4:19:02 PM    View the profile of Havock 
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Vehicle Crewman – Level 4 – Story 3
Course: Computer/Automation System Repair
Course Type: Theory/Practical
Course Description: Troopers will be taught how to program and repair each of the computerized systems and automated functions of the standard Imperial interface. Troopers will be taught how each of these systems functions in isolation and in conjunction with other systems, including communication protocols and underlying media. Troopers will then be expected to demonstrate that they have attained this knowledge by repairing a system which has been set up by the instructors. The scenario will be based on the trooper's chosen class of vehicle.


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“Ow. Son of a bitch!” Havock shook her now very sore and scorched finger before putting it up to her mouth.

“Woah, nice job Hav.”

“Shut up, Max.” She rolled her eyes and looked back at the computer control panel laid out in front of her.

For now, the class was just working on understanding the internal components found in most imperial vehicles. There were some variation based on the sub-type and model, but for the most part she was looking at the inside of a vehicle computer system.

Gunnery Sergeant Rouillard came up behind the pair. “You should avoid completing the circuit with your fingers in the future Havock.”

She groaned in her head. “Yes, Sir.”

“Now where did this lovely computer terminal, or rather whats left of it after it found its way to you two, come from?” His eyes had already left the two troopers and was scanning the rest of the classroom, more than likely to pick his next victim.

“Its from a repulsor tank, Gunnyman.”

Havock cringed pretty much everytime Max spoke, but this time she actually moved away from him to avoid the smiting he was about to get.

“A Yutrane-Tackata Hovertank T1-B, sir.” She softly added as she continued to try to disconnect the motherboard from the hard drive so that she could re-connect it a minute later.

“Well ya, what the show-off said.”

“Shut up Max.” Rouillard grumbled. He slapped Havock on the shoulder in approval before continuing to make his rounds.

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“When we talk about standard Imperial interface, we are talking about the electrical, mechanical or optical characteristics necessary to allow the exchange of information between two or more systems or pieces of equipment. Now in our case, we are specifically looking at our in-vehicle computers and comms and keeping them communicating with base ops. You do not want your computers to stop interfacing during a mission, its not a fun thing.”

Gunnery Sergeant Clayton “Creeper” Rouillard made his way through the classroom as he spoke, the image of a computer panel displayed on the screen in front of the students. He was an intimidating man and enjoyed being that way. Rouillard had been in the army for more years than Havock had been alive. He stood well over two meters in hight, with steel gray hair kept short to his skull.

“In the army, this standard permits command and control, we non-noobs call that C2, functions to be performed using communication and computer systems. Now a communications protocol is a set of standard rules for data representation. To send information over a communications channel three things are required: signaling, authentication and error detection.” He had managed to arrive at the front of the classroom now and punched the buttons to change the image to that of a common comm unit that could be found in any standard Imperial vehicle.

“Communication protocols for a  standard Imperial network communication have features intended to ensure reliable interchange data over an imperfect communication channel. All communications can be hacked. Don't delude yourself, and do not listen to your over-zealous comm tech. This is why we use codes when we communicate and encrypt files. So your goal is not to fix the comm channel, its to make sure the equipment in the vehicle is in working order and you can send messages, thats it.”

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It was cold. At least they didn't have to leave the hangar to take their exam this time. But damn was it cold today.

The class had been split up into their sub-specialties, which meant that Havock was heading towards the Aratech 74-Z Military Speeder Bikes. It had been awhile since they had been able to work on speeder bikes, which were her favorite. This exam she had to fix the computer system, which consisted of sensor, comlink and comlink-jamming device located between the handlebars.

“Alright, is everyone here? Looks like it, lets just get started.” Rouillard quickly walked up to the group of students waiting to get their hands on the speeder bikes. “Each of you gets their own bike, and each bike has a problem with one of the computer interfaces. Fix the problem, then follow comm protocols to check in. Well what are you staring at, get to work.”

The comlink on her bike was nothing but static, which wasn't a good way to start things. The sensor relay was fraked. Which was messing with the signal for the comlink, sounds like fun. Havock took the panel off the sensor terminal. She was careful this time not to get herself shocked as she checked the connections on the wires.

Rouillard had told them that this should be a fairly quick exam. Of course he also said that it was quick because if we were on a mission and without our computer and communication systems we were pretty well screwed so we had better learn to fix them quickly.

Her hands felt the loose relay before she actually saw it hiding in the dim light behind the terminal. Finding where it plugged into was just as tactile a task, but she managed. Thankfully she had been able to really study the circuit board in the classroom despite Max's annoyance. The sensor screen blinked to life and began to link up to the base op computer to download information. Well thats a good sign, now I just hope this comlink doesn't crap out on me.

The lights on the control panel flickered and then showed green. That should mean that the computer was sending and receiving information now, and that the comlink would work. Here goes nothing.

Havock keyed in the code for base ops and pushed the button. “Havock to base, 10-41.”

It took a second but the crackled response came back. “Base to Havock, 41 confirmed, comlink reported in.”

“10-4.” She let out a breath she didn't even realize she had been holding and with a nod to Max, who was still fighting with his controls, headed back to the barracks.
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January 30, 2010 10:12:44 AM    View the profile of Havock 
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Vehicle Crewman – Level 5 – Story 1
Course: Fuel & Electrical Systems Repair
Course Type: Theory/Practical
Course Description: Troopers will be taught how electrical power and fuel transmission is achieved in standard Imperial systems, particularly in vehicles of the trooper's chosen class. Troopers will be taught how to read a standard Imperial wiring schematic and all of the associated symbology. Troopers will also be taught how to affect repairs both in the field and to Imperial standards. Assessment is usually by break/fix scenario - troopers will be given a fixed duration to locate a fault within the electrical and fuel system of a vehicle within the trooper's chosen class and repair the fault once discovered using only items available to the trooper in the field. Other forms of assessment may be chosen by specific course leaders.


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Havock stared at the screen, trying desperately to find something to do. She had been up most of the night studying for her next vehicle crewman exam, and now it was so late there was no point in trying to sleep. She had always had trouble sleeping. Typically it was a task that started out as laying in bed for hours followed by some more time tossing and turning.

Rubbing her eyes she read through the information again. She would have to use the information in the field with a squad tomorrow, or really later on today she realized.

She pulled the data back up on the screen. She decided she might as well go through the information once again since sleeping was out of the question. One of these days the sleeping issues she had were going to be an issue. Havock had never had a peaceful sleep, always the nightmares came and woke her up.

The screen rolled up, 'Electronic Power and Fuel Transmission Systems'. Havock rubbed her eyes again, she was sure they were some shade of red at this point. She had to make sure she understood the way the fuel transmission worked in repulsorlift vehicles.

She knew that the electronic control unit embedded in the engine was what controlled the electrical system of the vehicle. It worked with the control modules and together they make up the vehicles computer. She sighed as she realized just how many 'computers' any given vehicle might have, some had as many as eighty separate units. They all worked together but if any of them broke down it would be a pain to find the right one much less fix it.

She pulled up the data on the engine control unit. “An engine control unit called the power-train control module determines the amount of fuel, ignition timing and other parameters to keep the engine running. It does this by reading values from multidimensional maps which contain values calculated by sensor devices monitoring th engine.” Havock started to wonder if she was actually having a nightmare at her desk rather than in bed this time.

She understood it, in theory. The computer controlled the fuel injection, and so if that broke down not only would the fuel not get the air it needed to start the engine, the ignition wouldn't work regardless. There were other control units that acted as computers, like the transmission control unit that controlled when the vehicle changed gears. That could also effect the consumption of fuel in the vehicle depending on the fuel economy and shift quality.

So really, she started to realize, something wrong with how the fuel gets into the engine and is used to power the vehicle was very likely to be something wrong with one of these control units. Then again she thought back to what she had read about the fuel specifically and how the fuel injection worked.

The first line scrolled up on the screen. “An engine's air/fuel ratio much be precisely controlled under all operating conditions to achieve the desired engine performance, emissions, drivablility, and fuel economy.” Well that sound so not exciting, Havock laughed to herself. She had been trying to explain this topic to Max earlier.

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“You really need to get me another drink if you want me to explain this again.” Havock rubbed her face and looked across the table at Max. He had called her earlier, much to her dismay, but since it was very possible that the two of them would be paired up for this exam she decided it was for the best to answer.

He waved his hand and sat back farther in his chair. “Relax girly, just one more time. Come on, i'll get it.”

Wow did she want to hurt this guy. “Okay, if the air to fuel ratio must be controlled under all operating conditions or the engine won't work. The engine gets feedback signals from an oxygen sensor, the manifold, the throttle position and one sensor on the crankshaft.”

“Heh, crankshaft.”

“I will kill you and make it look like an accident.”

“Geeze alright sorry, go on.”

Havock took a long breath and let it out slowly. “Look this is simple. You increase the speed, you know using the throttle, and the fuel injection reacts to it by adding more fuel. If any of the sensors that tell the engine to add fuel are broken, well then the engine stalls out and we go nowhere.”


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She was clutching a schematic she had been studying in one hand and a large cup of caf in the other as she walked through the halls towards the hangar. She had received her orders to report for the training mission at 0900. At least it looked like it would be just a short excursion, they weren't even leaving the planet.

She set her empty cup down on a box as she entered the hangar, she could see that the squad had already assembled for the most part.

“Katash reporting for duty, ma'am.”

The squad leader for the mission was an older woman, named Sergeant Major Stone, Havock had seen her around mostly going on training missions with noobs. The lady must have had a ton of patience to not have killed one of them yet. “Yes, Ayme Katash I see you right here. Vehicle Crewman exam correct?”

Havock grimaced at the use of her first name but she learned not to let it show around superiors. “Yes, ma'am.”

“Good, you familiar with one of these then?” She pointed to the vehicle hovering behind her on the tarmac. It was a large tank with a single turret on top. It looked like it had been through a lifetimes worth of battles already.

“Yes, thats a T1-B Hovertank.”

“Very good, Katash. Now my guys will deal with the driving, as you can figure out I'm sure something is going to break in my beautiful tank. I really hope you can fix it, and quickly too, we have our own things to do today.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

They traveled for almost an hour. Sergeant Stone stayed towards the rear of the crew area, taking notes every so often on her datapad. Havock was capable at driving but that wasn't what her test was about today.

The tank came to a halt in the forest, to run a sensor sweep of the area. As they sat there she felt the engine bubble roughly a few seconds before it stalled out. And there's my cue.

“Katash, your turn.”

Havock jumped up and peered at the control panel over the other trooper's shoulder. She was about to move on to the next check, when she remembered she had to talk during all of this. “Control panel has power, so its not an electrical failure.” Stone nodded, but Havock was already pulling out her diagnostic tool to check the control units in the engine.

She muttered to herself as she looked at the symbols on the schematic. “Diode, capacitor, inductor...” Stone looked at her oddly as she was about to pass her going out the hatch. “Umm sorry, I need to check something outside.” Stone nodded and waved to Havock to continue.

She knew that it could be a air intake problem connected to the fuel injector but she was leaning towards an electrical issue being the cause. Sure enough the air filter looked fine and when she blew air through it there was no sign of a clog. The diagnostic finally finished and did show an issue with the fuel injection control unit.

Havock sighed. The unit was miscalculating the amount of fuel going to the engine was fine during acceleration but not enough during idling. She grabbed the fuel pump, which was easier said than done given the tools she was able to carry with her into the field. Once it was out she found the clog that was throwing the computer's off. It took some work but she was able to remove the clog and replace the fuel pump. Sure enough when she ran the diagnostic again the fuel pressure was back to normal.

She climbed back into the tank and watched as the pilot cranked the engine and let it idle for a few minutes before giving the Sergeant Major a thumbs up and continuing on with their training exercise. They had their own objectives to complete today, but for Havock she was done.
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February 1, 2010 10:14:41 PM    View the profile of Havock 
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Vehicle Crewman – Level 5 – Story 2
Course: Power Generation Systems Repair
Course Type: Theory/Practical
Course Description: Troopers will be taught how power generation is achieved in standard Imperial systems, particularly in vehicles of the trooper's chosen class. They will be taught the repair of the primary, and backup systems which achieve and maintain power generation in those vehicles, including routine maintenance and field repair. Troopers will then be assessed on their retention of this knowledge with a practical examination.


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The large room smelled far cleaner and more sterile than it should have. Havock watched as another person came and left while she remained on the treadmill. The makeshift gym she used while living with the Retathorn gang on Corellia was not nearly so nice. She had another spec class later on that day and decided to read the material while working out rather than siting in the barracks.

Power Generation System Repair

Havock sighed as she read the title once again. Sounded so boring to her, but at least she was almost done. It was nice to be in the smaller more advanced class, although that also meant that the instructor was even more aware of what you were or were not able to do. She hated to screw up, especially in front of a class of her peers, which is why she was running on the treadmill with her nose in a datapad.

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Gunnery Sergeant Rouillard looked about as thrilled as Havock to be in class. Even though it was late in the afternoon he looked like he had just rolled out of bed. She seriously doubted that would effect his ability to nail her if she messed up though.

“Alright, today we talk about power systems. In your vehicles that boils down to fuel cells, your backup is your battery which you are all familiar with.” He clicked a few buttons and the schematic of a basic fuel cell illuminated on the screen behind Rouillard. The man rubbed his unshaven chin and pointed tiredly at the diagram. “Fuel cell. A direct current is what is providing the power that makes the vehicle run. Our fuel cells run on a polymer exchange system, which keeps the temperature cool until the vehicle runs then the heat from the engine is what generates electricity. Easy, neat, efficient, its the imperial way.” That got a few chuckles.

“The cell will operate in any temperature, that should not be a factor in repair. But the membranes in the cell itself will degrade over time. This is why we need to change them out slightly less frequently than the battery. This isn't something you will be doing in every mission but it is something you will do at some point.”

Rouillard brought of a very boring holovid of an overly cheery woman changing out a fuel cell on a tracked vehicle. He assured the class that the process was the same, with very few adjustments, on all sub-types. One thing Havock noticed right away was that this process was not difficult, but the tools needed would make it a nearly impossible task in the field. A suspicion that was backed up by Rouillard as soon as the vid ended.

“If your vehicle breaks down in the field, your battery will run the engine for a good long while. More than enough time to get you back. And in our larger vehicles you will probably be carrying extra batteries.” Rouillard got a very large smirk on his face and he sat back on his desk to take a long deep breath before continuing. “Do not get it in your head that you can fix the fuel cell, or by-pass the fuel cell. I'm not going to tell you the whole story, but needless to say there once was a recruit who thought they could by-pass a fuel cell in the field. Took us almost eighteen hours to get him back out of the engine, and it broke one of my vehicles. Do not do it, cause next time it happens I'm leaving the idiot in the engine.”

Max raised his hand. “So, what your sayin' is...our job is to maintain the fuel cell, and if something breaks worry about the battery cause thats all we need to make the thing run?”

“You really worry me, Max.” The instructor sighed and groped his desk in search of his mug of caf. “Yes, that would be damn near exactly what I just said.”

“Now even though your battery and fuel cell are your power sources, do not forget about the various relays that pump the power to your electrical systems. Your power generation system runs the whole vehicle, it makes all the other systems run. So maintain it, or you will find yourself with a very heavy vehicle to carry to your objective. Personally, I would rather drive my vehicle.” He clicked off the holoprojector and brought the lights up to a normal level. Havock had to blink in a vain attempt to speed up her eyes adjustment to the brighter light.

“Tomorrow we will meet at the simulator, you noobs will be taking a pretend trip with a vehicle in your sub-group and you will diagnose and correct a power related issue. Until then you are dismissed.”


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Havock hated simulators, they felt so fake. You can touch the trees, get dirty from the dirt, and even get shot but it still felt fake.

“Good morning, Miss Katash.” A young sergeant held out his datapad which he was using to check the class in. “Looks like we all are here now. You will be doing this exam on your own. Each of you will have a turn in the simulator. When you go in a random vehicle from your sub-group will be there in a random poor ambient condition. You won't be going anywhere, your job will be to diagnose the problem and fix it while dealing with the weather, blaster fire or whatever else is occurring around you.”

A few of the other recruits grumbled and she could hear words like 'great, joy, wonderful' muttered under their breath.

She watched a few of her classmates go in and return from their exams. The sergeant called her name and she clutched her vehicle crewman gear as she watched the durasteel door slide up to reveal a very dark landscape. She took a deep breath and stepped inside.

A loud crash of thunder came simultaneously with blinding lightning as the door sealed behind her. Through the rain and  the dim light she could make out the Mekuun Swift Assault Five Hoverscout waiting for her to repair.

By the time she reached the entry hatch she was soaked to the bone, and slightly nervous by the lightning that seemed way too real. Don't get struck by lightning in the sim, you will never live that down.

She shook some of the water off her face and stomped over to the control panel. “So whats wrong with you? You really picked a lovely location to break down.” Her teeth started to chatter which ended her little conversation with the hoverscout. It was for the best, she really didn't need anyone catching her talking to a ship.

The diagnostic pinged. “Power failure, gee I'm so surprised.”

She prepared herself to get wet yet again and jumped out to inspect the engine farther. The relays all checked out, which meant the fuel cell went kablooey. Looking at it the fuel cell and the battery looked like hell, she suspected the lightning was the culprit. “Heh, nice.”

Running yet again inside she threw a compartment open in the cargo area that contained some spare mechanical parts and a couple of batteries. She grabbed one  and made her way back to the rain yet again. It was a lucky thing that the relays were saved from whatever had happened. Havock quickly removed the charred battery and replaced it with the new one. She had to be extra careful when attaching the terminals. She was worried enough about the lightning she really didn't need to be electrocuted by the hoverscout instead.

Once everything was ready she ran back to the control panel and the engine started right up. “Good hoverscout.” She rolled her eyes and jogged to the exit. She almost tripped as she reached the door, due to a very loud crash of thunder. This caused her to more fall out the exit into the hallway than walk and got some very interesting looks from her classmates. She didn't blame them, she would look at a soaked trooper almost falling on her face odd too.

“Everything alright there Havvy?”

She sighed and looked up at Max. “Yea fine, your turn, have fun.” She walked off to find dry clothes and something very warm to drink.
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  RE: Havock (Vehicle Crewman)
February 6, 2010 8:05:40 AM    View the profile of Havock 
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Vehicle Crewman – Level 5 – Story 3
Course: Propulsion Systems Repair
Course Type: Theory/Practical
Course Description: Troopers will be taught how propulsion is achieved in standard Imperial vehicles. They will be taught the repair of the primary, and backup systems which achieve and maintain propulsion in those vehicles, including routine maintenance and field repair. Troopers will then be assessed on their retention of this knowledge with a practical examination.


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The class had shrunk to four people. That wasn't because troopers had failed the previous course, in fact everyone managed to pass. There were only four of them because they had been split up into their sub-specialty group based on the vehicle type they specialized in. Havock knew the other three troopers pretty well at this point. They didn't really hang out when not in class but still after so many weeks of training together it still felt like she knew them pretty well.

She knew she was almost done, she would be a certified vehicle crewman and never have to go to one of these classes again. The thought made her practically giddy. The class started with a general overview of propulsion systems in all vehicles of any kind.

Zee, the one and only other female trooper in any of Havock's classes raised her hand. “Repulsorflift engines use anti-gravity technology which allows us to levitate any object.”

“Correct Zee, but the question I asked was, how does it work?” Gunnery Sergeant Rouillard had scheduled every group a short class session to go over the specifics for their group before the exam.

“Sorry, right. Well the power refineries use the energy from black holes, to create these...subnuclear...umm.” She was twisting her hands in the air trying to think of the right word. 

“Knots?” Dev whispered from behind everyone. He always sat in the farthest seats from the front of the room, regardless of the number of students in the classroom. Once they had to sit at a round table and he tried to sit away from the table, Rouillard did not let that happen.

“Correct, and thats actually what they call them, 'subnuclear knots'. You would think techs would come up with a more creative term but there you go. It really doesn't matter to us, what does is that repulsor engines are in the majority of both military and civilian vehicles used today. And you folks are the ones that are going to be trained to fix them.” The instructor took a long breath. “This should be fun.”

Rouillard sat on his desk in the almost empty classroom and pulled up a picture on the screen. “Is there a place that you would not be able to drive your, lets say, Aratech 64-Y Swift 3 Repulsorlift Sled?”

Havock smiled. “Any where that there is no gravity.”

“And why is that?”

She was starting to wonder why she raised her hand in the first place. “Repulsorlifts only work in a gravity well. The engine won't work if it doesn't have mass to push against. And, pretty much any habitable planet would do the trick.”

“Yea, but if thats the case why is it we can't take most of the vehicles more than a few feet off the ground.” Max was sitting towards the front of the room chewing on his stylus.

Zee shook her head. “You can, you idiot. As long as the vehicle you are sitting in has a decent sized anti-grav generator it could go up over seven thousand kilometers or higher if its really big. Is that high enough for you fly boy?”

Havock laughed, they all got annoyed with almost everything that came out of Max's mouth.

“Moving on, I do have things to do today. The repulsorlifts are assembled in arrays, clusters or vanes and mounted to the underside of the vehicle. Our more massive ships are only able to land on plants with the aid of repulsorlifts to lighten the weight on the landing legs. But thats beside the point. We could talk about the uses of repulsorlift engines all day. You lot need to work on repairing and maintaining the engines in the vehicles your squad will be using for transport while on missions.”

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Havock stood in front of the Heavy Assault Vehicle that was waiting for them in the hanger. This was a HAVr A9 Floating Fortress, and it was huge. The floating fortress was a heavily armored repulsorcraft topped off with twin top-mounted turreted heavy blaster cannons. It had TIN sensor-equipment that targeted anything in its vicinity with a set of targeting beams. In short, it was not something to be messed with.

“I take it you are familiar with our imperial flying fortress?”

The sergeant walked past the four recruits with out even a look. He headed directly for a small, and surprisingly empty, workstation and tossed the datapad in his hands as he arrived.

“I think all of us have seen them before, but never really worked on one.” Havock spoke up while the others continued to gawk at the tank.

“Well, what do you know about it's propulsion system?”

“It uses a basic repulsorlift engine. The engines have a altitude ceiling of two meters above a surface and top out at a speed of two hundred kliometers per hour. Because its so big though I would figure that it would need its balance turbines maintained often to make sure it keeps the field energy distributed evenly.”

“I guess you guys did pay attention in class yesterday, okay keep going.”

Zee spoke up this time, she always hated not being the star student. Havock could care less as long as she passed her exam. “The fusion engine would also need to keep the drive compensator in top condition, or the whole thing could blow during a mission. And its the Drive Compensator Fusion Coil that provides power to the whole ship.”

Havock rolled her eyes. Dev cleared his throat. “If we are talking about propulsion, wouldn't we also include the maneuvering system?”

“Not necessarily noob, but why do you ask?” The last word was hard to make out through the Sergeants yawn.

“Its just that, it would be easy to also check on the Jehltekk enhancer valve which maneuvers the ship while you are messing around with the drive compensator, generator and modulator.”

“Fair point. In the field for practical matters yes, but for our purposes today that will not be where the issues lie.” The sergeant took a deep breath and scrolled over some information in his datapad. “The exam today is not difficult, you will each be responsible for finding one issue with the propulsion system. Yes there are at least four problems, once you identify one come back to me and tell me what you found and how you fixed it.”

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Havock wiped a glob of dirt off her face for the third time since she started climbing in the engine of the giant. One would think that a repulsorlift vehicle would be a little bit cleaner considering the fact that they hovered, but this particular one must have seen better days.

“Are you diagnosing or moving in, Katash?”

She sighed and held her glow rod up to the fusion coil yet again. Her diagnostic showed some fluctuations in the power from the coil to drive compensator which subsequently meant that the ship was not going to move forward very far if that wasn't sorted out. The problem she was having, was trying to figure out what was causing the fluctuations in the first place.

Being that it was highly explosive and expensive, the fusion coil was deep in the engine. This protected it, but also made it a pain to get to. “Frak, you just had to go after the coil. No, Havvie couldn't do something simple, it had to be the damn coil.” She grumbled to herself as she reached the datapad deeper in to the engine to take another reading. “There you are you bastard.” Finally she found the relay that was causing all the problems.

Havock reached back carefully to get a replacement from one of her pockets in her coveralls. It took a few tries but she managed to reconnect the relay with the new connector. It was a good thing it was only a cheap relay rather than the whole fusion coil. If the coil went out on a mission, it may have been more cost effective just to use the vehicle as a bomb.

She climbed out of the engine and was still wiping grime off with her shop towel as she returned to the sergeant who was now eating a ration bar as he waited for the recruits to finish. “Finally finished, Katash?”

“Yes, sir.” He nodded for her to continue. “Diagnostic showed fluctuations in power to the drive compensator fusion coil, upon inspection it was a faulty relay that needed to be replaced. New diagnostic shows no power fluctuations and fusion coil functioning within imperial parameters, sir.”

He continued to eat and seemed mostly distracted by his desire to be anywhere but there. “Good, right good. Dismissed, Katash.”
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  RE: Havock (Vehicle Crewman)
February 18, 2010 5:10:57 PM    View the profile of Havock 
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Vehicle Crewman – Level 6
Course: Repulsorlift Vehicle Repair
Course Type: Theory/Practical
Course Description: Troopers will be taught more on how to properly operate repulsorlift vehicles. They will be taught the repair of the repulsorlift vehicle's structure and systems, including routine maintenance and field repair. Troopers will then be assessed on their retention of this knowledge with a practical examination.


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The hydrospanner clanked across the tarmac, the woman that threw it laid under the sled and silently watched it go. Havock sighed and shook her head. She had been trying to study for her repulsorlift vehicle repair all day. After spending hours reading about every repulsor vehicle she could think of, she decided to come down to the hangar and put some of what she had been reading to practice. Unfortunately, the repulsor sled she was working on was not cooperating.

“Everything alright noob?” One of the certified techs stood over Havock's legs looking amused.

“Havock. Not noob.” She stood up causing the man to step back quickly and snatched the hydrospanner off the ground from where it had finally come to rest. 

“Gar.” He pointed to himself. “You know, you think thats hard, try repairing that frustrating thing with your helmet and gear on in who knows what conditions.”

“Yea well, if I can't figure out how to change this fuse I'm pretty sure they won't let me fix any more of them in the field or otherwise.” She grimaced and crawled back under the sled. With a click the fuse popped into place and the indicator light on her diagnostic interface turned green. She slid back out and wiped her hands clean. Her gaze narrowed at Gar while he stood there smirking. “Something else you need?”

“Just one thing. Where did you get a name like Havock anyways?”

She shrugged and looked up at him. “Where'd you get a name like Gar?”

He smiled then bowed, chuckling to himself as he walked away.

Havock sighed and shook her head tempted to just let it fall down on her arms that she propped up on her knees. Giving up on an impromptu nap, she stood patting the sled as she rose. “Sometimes I think hunks of junk like you are more intelligent then some men.”

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It would have been considered a nice day by most. The sun was shining down on the perfectly formed path in the woods. Unfortunately, Havock was not most people. She hated the forest, and simulators bugged her even more than real-life mother nature.

She had been walking alone on the dirt path for twenty minutes and had started to think she may have lost her mind along the way. In her simulation, she was part of a training squad that had reached camp for the day but had lost one of their vehicles on the path. Given that the squad had secured the path, Havock was sent to repair and reclaim the vehicle before nightfall. This should have been a fairly simple task, but nothing had been particularly easy since joining the army.

“What the hell?”

In front of her on the path was a 74-Z Speeder Bike, or what was left of one. Pieces of the bike were strewn across the packed dirt, it was hardly recognizable. The whole sensor array was disconnected, a thrust flap here, the maneuvering controls there. She froze and scanned the surrounding forest. When they left this bike was broken but in one piece, which meant she was not alone.

“Great.”

She didn't see any movement, beyond the wind in the trees and a random critter or two. She tentatively took a few steps forward then knelt down to pick up the power cell that had fallen to rest on the ground, all the while keeping her eyes on the forest. Satisfied that there was nobody in the area anymore, and if there were they were far better at stealth than she could ever hope to be and there was nothing she could do about it.

She examined the wreck that should have been a simple power failure or loose fuse, now she had a puzzle to put back together. The fortunate thing was, whoever did this appeared to be more interested in destruction and less in scavenging. “Well if the parts are here there is hope to fixing you.” 

Havock collected the spare parts and started by reconnecting the larger parts. She had to re-align the directional steering vanes at the front tips of the twin outriggers. Once all the major parts were back together she started to work on the handlebars. The comlink was fried and hers didn't seem to have range to call the squad, or it was being jammed. She glanced up again at the forest as that unpleasant possibility crossed her mind. 

Shaking her head at the state of them, she carried the maneuvering controls over to the almost put together speeder bike and sat on the seat. Looking out over the forest she pulled a hydrospanner out of her tool kit and got to work. The sun was quickly setting she estimated another twenty minutes max of daylight. Then it would be too dark to work and she would have failed her exam. That was not something she wanted to happen. The maneuvering controls snapped into place. She checked to make sure they worked by twisting them and watching the directional flaps turn slightly less in the same direction.

A branch snapped.

Nature told her to flinch but she managed to stay still with her hands still grasping the handlebars of the maneuvering controls. She took a deep breath and scanned the tree line while she continued to collect parts. The non-essential ones first, so they could be placed in the cargo compartment just under the seat.

Havock kept her breathing slow and even, holding it every now and then to listen more intently to the sounds around her. The trill-like creaking of the crickets came and went, she heard leaves rustle but when her gaze found the source it was always some small creature waking up to prepare for the night.

Once the power cell was connected to the repulsor engine the bike should have been ready to make the journey back to camp, she hoped. The cables matched up and didn't show any signs of damage, nor did the power cell leak any fluid, these were all good signs.

Her boot gently touched the ground as she climbed back on the seat of the bike. There was less than ten minutes of daylight, the sun was already below the tree line dimming the light available. She knew what was about to happen. The engine would crank, and from somewhere in the forest she was going to get shot at. She wasn't very happy about it, but at least she knew what to expect.

As soon as the sound of the engine made it to her ears the shots pelted into the dirt all around her. She spun the bike around, causing a plume of smoke to surround her. She hit the thrusters with her hands and attempted to get some more altitude with her feet. Unfortunately she was having trouble getting the bike to climb very far off the ground, but at the moment it was high enough.

The trees zipped by, and she couldn't hear or see anymore bolts being fired in her general direction. She considered relaxing but knew given her luck she hadn't yet outrun them. Havock could see the camp just ahead, she didn't bother slowing down.

“Hey!” One of the troopers jumped out of the way as she broke through the tree line. She twisted the controls and slid sideways several meters before finally coming to a halt just before slamming into the commanders tent.

Havock sucked in air trying to catch her breath and was just about to yell something about people with blasters in the forest pissing her off, then she noticed a group of troopers huddled together near her. They were snickering.

One of them held up their blaster and made 'pewpew' noises which caused the rest of them to irrupt in laughter. Havock clenched her teeth and jumped off the bike so hard the stabilizers failed. She let her eyes close as the sound of crashing metal resounded behind her. The laughter got louder.

That was it, she took off all out running at the troopers. The commander stepped in her path and grabbed her at the shoulders holding her there to prevent her from attacking his troopers. “Whoa there Private, calm down. The guys were just having some fun with you.”

She continued to growl but stopped pushing against the man keeping her from probably spending the night in lock up.

“They may be jerk-offs but at least you passed.”

Havock frowned and made eye contact with the commander for the first time. “Sir?”

“You repaired the bike and got it back to camp before night fall, so you passed. Now lets find something to distract you so I don't have to do paperwork when you kill my troopers.”
Sergeant First Class Ayme 'Havock'  Katash
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