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Vor'en Tusserk
Level 1: Cover Tactics
Story 1: Fire Support Tactics

Vor'en growled at his clock. 3:30 AM. Woke up too late

He yawned and rolled out of bed, rubbing his orange eyes. Being a bounty hunter, he should be used to going without sleep for a while. However, the bunk beat the piles of scrap he slept on during bounty hunting. Usually, if he had to go to sleep, he would get up at 2 and then stretch and make his way to where he needed to go. But now, he had half an hour do stretch and meditate before he had to go to Heavy Weapons training.

Vor'en took off all his clothes, stood on one leg with the other one crossed, and his hands in a praying position.

Oh Scorekeeper. Please make me pass my trials and I will give you three Wookie pelts the next time I am on leave., he prayed. He then consentraited and cleared his mind.

Thirty minutes later, he had his uniform on and headed out the door. Tadath was colder than Tatooine, and he had to adjust easily. Of course, he had gone to Hoth a few times, but he'd been prepaired. He'd never been to Tadath before. He shrugged off the cold and began to jog to the training facility.

**One hour's jog later**

The Trandoshan found his room, room 148A. He entered, no one in sight. Class didn't begin until 0600 and he had an hour to kill (Not literally). Vor'en paced around, observing the room and making mental notes about the room. One of them was a A280 Armor-Piercing Heavy Blaster Rifle laying on the table. Intrriuged, he picked it up and tinkered with the rifle, looking at the workings of it until someone snatched it from him.

"Hey you oversized lizard! Don't you be touching the Sarge's gun!"

Obviously, he was the bully of the bunch. Big, 6 foot 2 Vor'en reckoned, and quite muscular.

"Ssso? I wasss taking a look at it. It'ssss a nice piece of engineering." Vor'en hissed.

"Thanks."

The bully snapped to attention.

"Sargeant Va'el Down. I didn't see you there, sir."

"Well next time, turn around, Mark."

Va'el was about Vor'en's hight, had white hair, an eyepatch over the right eye, and a missing left arm. Vor'en also saw what seemed to be burn marks on the right side of the face. Probably from a flamethrower. Va'el saw Vor'en stairing at him.

"Your name?" the sargeant asked. Vor'en, not used to the army, just held out his right hand.

"Private Vor'en Tusserk. New to the Vassst Empire'ssss Ssstormtrooper Corps." He lightly smiled. Va'el took the hand.

"Good to see that you like my weapon. Got me out of a few scrapes. You can use it on the fireing ranges if you want."

"But sir-!" Mark started but was cut off.

"You have any idea who this is? This is Vor'en, the bounty hunter who killed General Tharax of the Republic when he tried to hand off some of our secret documents. He's as close to a legend as you can get."

"I'm not really all that good. I can't pilot a ship and I'm here to learn how to ussse heavy weaponssss." Vor'en shrugged.

"Well then, let's get you started."


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The first half hour was talking about the safety of weapons to the class of 20, which Vor'en spent the time praying to the Scorekeeper to keep it's part of the bargain. Then it was off to the fireing range.

"Hit." Vor'em reported for the first time. Everyone was using the exact same weapon as him, the A280 Armor-Piercing Heavy Blaster Rifle. The only differences was that he had practiced for hours on end on Tatooine, that he was using Sargeant Down's gun, and that the Scorekeeper was on his side.

"Hit."

After using those two shots to gain the range and position of the target, he fired quickly, emptying all his clips in thirty minutes. He checked his target, or what was left of it.

Thank the Scorekeeper. If he keeps it up, I'll get 5 Wookie pelts for him.

Down gathered everyone in a circle.

"Now, for the next part of this class, we are dividing into four teams. You will be fighting each other in the abandoned buildings behind me.” He motioned towards several well worn buildings. “Of course we won’t be using live fire ammunition, but we’ll be using the stun rounds instead. Now, for the groups. You have been previously selected in each of these groups. They are posted in the armory. Now, suit up and report to your team area. I will fire a round to announce when the battle begins!”

Vor'en went and checked his name, which was above Marks name in blue team.

"Oh jusst great." He hissed. Mark growled at Vor'en.

"I don't like it as much as you either."

Vor'en sighed and decided that this was a test by the Scorekeeper to test if he was ready or not. 3 other troopers joined before a shot was heard and the game began.

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Vor'en's team did quite well, thanks to the skills of Vor'en and Mark. Both grew on each other as they got more 'kills'. After eliminating Yellow team, Blue team went off to find Red and Green team.

"Ssso, where do you think they are?" Vor'en whispered.

"Well, if I was them, I'd hide in that factory." Mark whispered back.

Blue team sprinted across the field, their 'commanders' keeping a lookout.

"There! They're running for the factory!" Came the sound of a Green team member. Mark took him down just before Green team ran up and started to open fire. Vor'en and the rest of Blue team hid behind boulders, not wanting to go out for fear of getting hit. It was within the second when Green team reloaded when Vor'en and Mark opened fire.

"Hit the deck!" Green team's commander yelled. All of Green team took cover as Vor'en and Mark pinned them down. When the fireing ceased and Green team poked their head up, Blue team had made it into the factory.

The smell of oil wormed it's way up Vor'en's nose as he hid behin an oil barrel. Green rushed in, only to get cut down and be eliminated. Red was left, and not hard to find. They had come over to see the commotion when Vor'en took out the leader and the guy next to him before the rest of Blue team opened up.

"Congratulation Blue team, you are the only ones left. You have successfully passed your first class in heavy weapons training. Your next class time will be sent to your data pads. For now, get unsuited and relax. You’ve earned it.”

Vor'en lowered his gun.
That’s it? he thought. It was almost too easy. Mark looked the exact same, and probably thought the same thing.

As he walked back to the armory, he hoped it would be harder next time. He needed a challange.