Joamer was dressed in a katarn clone commando breastplate, his legs were covered with the greaves associated with the armor, jack-boots covered his feet. Everything was painted stealth black. A pack on his back held the beginnings of a ghille suit, a highly modified DC-15a set in a specially designed harness on his back, it was broken down into six pieces, a Engine Frontier model B pistol sat in a quick draw holster on his right hip.

His usual cybernetic arms were covered with a removable skin graft, multiple shades of green, brown and gray covered the arms, his head was likewise covered.

He had a data pad pressed close to his face, he had bribed a few of the local guards to give him a detailed map of the island. His insight into the fact that maybe maps would not be given had led him to come up with this idea, so the map he kept pressed close to his face. He noticed more then saw the others, he never looked away from the pad, he vowed to have it memorized before they departed the transport.

He knew he got some strange looks, no one really suspected they would not get time to prepare. Joamer always felt the need to be prepared, part of being a wraith. When the squad assignments were handed out the name of his partner was not familiar. He wondered if the person understood the art of sneaking around, he hoped they did. Boarding the transport he found a seat in the back and closed his eyes, the next few days were going to be tough, and anyone who expected to survive or score well should take every spare moment to catch a few seconds of sleep.

Letting his body relax he felt the other passengers enter the transport, he was nearly asleep by the time they lifted off.

The Morrell—Bacredi team rolled off in the tracked truck. Each team would get a tracked truck and a speeder bike. The Lancelot began to move away from the location, and no one saw where they had been dropped off. Where they had been dropped off was a beach-side location, and in the hills was one the smaller buildings that had been constructed. The building was underground, and no one would be able to see it from the outside of correct camouflage techniques was used. Every team was given a building—and no other team would know until they found out.

“There is a building up there—in the hills.” Bacredi explained to Morrell, who was driving the tracked vehicle. The tracked vehicle had two wheels on the front, and six wheels on the back. It had an open back, with a small gate, and the front was two seats. In the back was a BARC Speeder bike, loads of weapons, five creates of ammo, two turrets, rations, and their clothes. Bacredi was currently carrying his S-5, the rest of the weapons were in the back.

“Got it—should I just plow through the trees?” Morrell asked, already accelerating.

“Yep. Now we need to talk about food, though.” Bacredi said. They had two days of rations. “We could always fish—” Bacredi suggested “—or we could try and hunt the local animals.”

“Either will do.” The vehicle crashed through the trees for about three minutes, then came up to the location. The coordinates were right, Bacredi noted in his mind while looking at his datapad. Bacredi got out and pulled open the grates that entered the structure, Morrell drove through after Bacredi made sure it would fit. The truck drove through and Morrell hopped out and closed the doors. The doors grated shut and Bacredi locked it. The building was low-tech, only about ten rooms. One of the rooms was an open location looking out at the beach, still covered by the hill-side scenery.

“How many turrets do we have again, Hunter?” Bacredi asked. Morrell grabbed his datapad and looked at the stock.

“Two—just like the other groups. We chose a M224 MOMAG and an E-Web.” Morrell finished putting his datapad away. Bacredi moved to where they were unloading the equipment and grabbed the MOMAG. He then began to set it up where the window was.

“Nice touch.” Hunter said. He then began to put together the rifles they had, and then set them on the wall. Bacredi began with the sleeping arrangements—they were to sleep with what they brought. They both set their equipment to sleep near the door, each in separate rooms.

A simulation? Jaenna smirked as she sat through the 'mission' briefing. Sea-foam eyes were drifting about the place, not necessarily looking at anything, just taking in the surroundings more than anything. The idea of going on a simulation game like this, with people she had never really met, wasn’t exactly making her nervous… she was anxious. Jaenna wanted nothing more than to jump into that action and shoot some guys with rubber bullets. Oh gods that would be fun. Not to mention, she would proving herself as a female trooper.

She took a look around her. Her eyes falling on the other men… All the other men. Men.

“Bah.” Yup. She was going to be surrounded by guys for this mission. That was going to LOADS of fun for her. Oh sure… Just so much fun. With a soft huff, she hung her head as Bacredi continued on about the ‘mission’. Finally, it seemed as though it were time to leave. The group of eight got up and headed towards the transports that would be carrying them to where ever they needed to go in order to get ready and start the game.

Head held rather high, trying to seem like she had pride for being the female in this little get together of sorts, Jaenna looked around after sitting herself down in the Hercules. Her eyes then set themselves upon the man with the camouflage head. Her brow furrowed as she looked at the strangeness of him. Of course… wearing camo wasn’t an odd thing to do in a mission like this, but to paint your entire head? And your arms? “Heh.” She chuckled softly to herself as she allowed herself to look over the strange thing for just a few more moments.

Jaenna tried to relax, her equipment in a duffle next to her on the seat, her datapad in its specially designed hip-holder, and her body was of course covered with her favorite combination of armor: the Tuff 1 suit was underneath of her Shadowsuit. Oh how she loved this combination of armor. She wore no helmet with it, but instead just tied a black bandana around her forehead to keep her hair out of her eyes. This was going to be fun. She already had a plan set out about how to sneak about. Sneaking of course was one of her favorite things; she was in a hacker gang, which of course required sneaking; and she was now a RAIDER, one of the sneakiest troopers in the STC.

This really was going to be all just one big game to her.

“….but it kind of clashes with my hair do.”

Jaenna snorted.

Finally, after what seemed to be a good hour or so, the Hercules landed and let off the camo man and Jaenna. The two of them had their bags, and their truck, and packed up and set off as the ship took off once more to go and drop off the next team of troops.

“Where the hell are we?” the camo man said as he looked around.

Jaenna shrugged and stepped up into the driver seat of the truck. She grabbed the keys from the consol, shoved them into the ignition and started the truck up. “Get in. We need to hurry and find our base. I have the coordinates on my datapad.”

Sighing, and shrugging himself, the camo man hopped into the passenger side of the truck. “Alright. Lets get going.” He turned to look at Jaenna as Jaenna turned to look at him. He froze, mouth almost open.

Jaenna stared right back at him, but not with the same look he had. Hers was more of a ‘why the hell are looking at me like that?’ kind of look. For he was looking at her with his eyes slightly widened, and his jaw only partially dropped, as if he had recognized somebody from long past.

“May I… help you?” Jae asked, cocking her head to the side a bit, a brow raised in a questioning look.

“Huh? Oh! Oh sorry. Just thought I recognized you from somewhere. You’re RAIDERS ASL right? I saw you during the mission on Hrail.” The real reason he remembered her was because of her sea-foam eyes.

Jaenna chuckled and set off driving through the forest, datapad in one hand, the other hand steering the truck. “Yeah. I was there. And Yeah, I’m RAIDERS ASL.”

The two were silent for the rest of the ride, until they stopped at a lake. The two looked confused as they both looked out over the water. “The coordinates say it should be right in front of us.” Jaenna said, looking down at her datapad quizzically.

Then, Joamer’s eyes brightened. “Or… under us. Look over there,” He pointed to the east a bit of a way, next to the lake, “Looks like there’s a tunnel entrance.”

“Yup, sure does.” She set off driving in that direction, Joamer now holding the datapad. “Be careful with that. I’ll skin you alive if you damage that in any way.”

She wasn’t kidding.

Joamer had jumped from the truck and drawn his Engine Frontier model B pistol before she brought it to a complete halt. The dull thud of his jack-boots hitting the ground did not travel at all, he knees collapsed as he made himself a smaller target. Jaenna being a experienced soldier, shut the engine off and jumped from the truck in the same instant. In mere seconds they were on opposite sides of the small clearing quickly scouting the area.

Long tense moments passed and no attack was with coming, moving to stand in front of the truck Joamer waited quietly for Jaenna. His eyes still surveyed the area every few seconds, even at rest he was known to do this. Anyone who had spent any time on deep cover missions did, it was just a thing you picked up, or you never woke up.

She walked up a few seconds later, her walk slow and easy, her eyes roamed everywhere as his did, a DC-15s blaster pistol was held at the ready. Nodding once at each other, they made there way towards the small almost hidden entrance of the base. Joamer slowly made his way down the tunnel first, he did not really know why he did it, maybe he was used to taking point, maybe it was the fact she held a higher position in the army and thus was more important, or maybe he did for some other reason all together.

Stopping at a doorway with no door he scanned the part of the room he could see, sighing softly he made a running jump to the center of the room, he rolled at the last instant coming up with his back to the far wall. His pistol quickly made the sweep of the room before he stood up. Jaenna walked in when she saw everything was clear, a slight smirk on her lips. They separated when they figured the place was most likely empty.

Minutes passed before both meet up in the center room again.

"I could two entrances on my side. One large enough to house the truck." Joamer said as he holstered his pistol.

"Three on my side, none of them bigger then one normal persons body width. You would not fit, you are just so wide." Jae said with a serious expression.

Leading the way Jae made her way back up the entrance to the truck. Joamer followed he had a quiet look about him, some said this was his thinking face, some say this was the look he had when his brain had temporarily died and was restarting itself. What it usually meant was he was planning defenses.

"Alright, we block off all the entrances, we hide the truck and speeder in the large tunnel. We leave one small entrance that we can get out of in case of emergencies. The main entrance here we boody trap and set up barricades with the sentry guns and sand bags. We have to make this place look like just a normal part of the forest. If anyone does find this place they are going to have to have a lot of luck. Sound good to you, ma'am?" Joamer said as he walked to the back of the truck and began cataloging the supplies.

Glancing at his chrono Joamer said "Five hours till full dark. We need to get the defenses setup before then. I'm not sure what surprises this island has in store for us, but I would not put it past the owner to have roaming death squads around here."

"Then let's get to work. You work on the sandbags and unloading the weapons. I'll make a short trek around the base to see if we can find any downed trees to make dead falls for the main entrance. I have a better idea then blocking off the other entrances, let's just collapse them completely." Jaenna said as she walked off, seeming to almost disappear into the woods in a matter of moments.

Smiling to himself Joamer began carrying the supplies into the base.

“Finally” said Anival standing up and stretching, they had been working since they had been dropped off, they had made three decoy camps, one was well hidden and had a turret, and only one entrance, Anival had fixed that.

“So were are we going to stay?” asked RK.

“Good question” replied Anival. He thought about it for a moment.

“What about in the trees?”

“Wouldn’t that be a little too obvious?”

“Yes” smiled Anival.

“Ah, I see” said RK

“Just wait a moment, I’ll be back”

“alright”

Anival walked off, fifteen minutes later he came back.

“Are you serious?” asked RK.

“So serious” replied Anival, wearing republic commando armor, and his helmet.

“What did you do with the cam armor?”

“I put it near one of the camps, its poised so only a bit is showing, that way they shoot, and when they do, the shoot a makeshift grenade of rubber bullet.”

“You sneaky devil.” grinned RK.

“Thank you.” said Anival, bowing.

“Now, I also started a fire and caught some sort of meaty creature, it was so slow too, but I built a fire and put it to roast, and I took a chunk for us, that way it also smells, like were in there.”

“I never thought you’d had it in you.”

“Neither did I.”

“So we should hide now.” stated RK.

“Yup but first we should set up some sort of perimeter.”

“true” replied RK, and they set about to make the perimeter, it was rude, a triple layer of wire, made so that if someone caught one of the wires they wouldn’t see the other, and knock over a rock, into a sheet of discarded metal they had found.

“I feel so outdated with what they gave us.”

“Agreed.”

They climbed the tree surrounded by the perimeter, Anival carrying a piece of wood on his back and RK, their weapons. Anival laid the board across some sturdy branches, well covered in leaves,  and laid, now they were at least a bit comfortable and protected from attack that came from below.

“RK. I just remembered something.”

“what” asked RK.

“We didn’t cover the speeders, or anything.”

RK scowled.

“At least they are at the fake camp.” he said.

“Yea, but if their stolen?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” he said.

Anival shrugged and laid yet again, and aimed his weapon at the direction of one of the camps, and RK to the other.