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  Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Story)
October 25, 2009 3:21:37 PM    View the profile of Rizzit 
(This thread will be locked until Jegora gets online to post a reply)

It was a day no one would soon forget. The ruins of the long-abandoned Bando Gora Monastery were the perfect backdrop to make the situation worse than it already was. A tremendous thunderstorm could be not only seen and heard, but the effects could be felt in the battle. Bright flashes of lightning bolts would cause damage to the terrain in the immediate area of the battle, and provided the only light as it was a moonless night. The rain, which was even now finding its way into cavities in even the Blood-Red Stormtrooper Armor that Blackjack wore so proudly. Great booms of thunder could be heard everywhere in the vicinity; it even felt like the very earth was rumbling at their feet. The Vosghoul and Gora Beast were everywhere. Death was looking better by the moment; the injuries the Stormtrooper Corps had sustained were not just cuts and scratches. Even if they were to find a doctor that could remedy their maladies, they would never recover from them completely. The memories they carried would haunt them until the day they died, and the scars would pain them on occasion in some cases due to treatment being unattainable at the moment. This of course was assuming they made it out alive. They could not give up, they would not give up: at least not on each other. Nearly every member of the proud Stormtrooper Corps had given up on their willingness to live, but they were also soldiers; they could not let their personal decision affect their fellow squadmates, let alone the entire Army. They were the Wildcard Platoon; the pride and joy of the Phoenix Company; the best of the best. They could not falter now. It would all be over soon. The only comfort they had was that they would die fighting as opposed to being prisoners. However, they were not about to show any signs of giving out; especially not under the command of Platoon Sergeant Jegora.

"Everyone! Hold together!" Jegora commanded as proud as he could. "RAIDERS! Let's make with the explosives already! Blackjack, you have the guns for this! Let's take 'em out! Iron Horse! Cover fire would be an excellent idea right about now! Wraith, bring them down! We gave you those melee weapons for a reason! Let's show them what the EMPIRE is made of!"

It was amazing that they ended up together for one final fight. They were all dropped at different points of this moon, yet SOMEHOW their paths ended up crossing for this last stand. At first it was thought to be a sign that their luck would be improving, but they were certain that it was not the case by this point in time. Bright flashes of explosives now provided some extra light in the battle, not that it made much difference. It could be seen that the Vosghoul's numbers were diminishing, but there were also Stormtroopers unconscious if not dead. Jegora was determined to keep fighting until the end, as was his platoon. There was blood all over his uniform that was not entirely belonging to him. How could such a force be the end of the Vast Empire? That was when it happened....


***One week earlier***

A visit to the Prefect's Office was not something Jegora looked forward to. Usually it would mean a long-winded speech from Surface Marshall Cosmic, which would result in the Platoon Sergeant's utter boredom. Orders were orders and Jegora understood this but Cosmic had a tendency to over-explain everything. Maybe this was part of being Prefect. He was not Platoon Commander during Fury's reign; therefore he had nothing else to compare the current situation to. He knew enough of behavioral patterns to expect to be in the office for at least an hour if not more. He was permitted to enter the office when he was taken by a welcome surprise (or so he had hoped). The office was almost completely empty except for the desk and the chair that were always there. All of Cosmic's personal decorations and additions to the office were removed. This could only mean one thing; the Surface Marshall was gone and General Rizzit had been promoted to Prefect of the Army. Cosmic had decided after many long battles and campaigns that his time had come to retire and leave the affairs of the Army to Rizzit. Finally, Jegora would be able to make judgment on Cosmic's habit of being long-winded. Still, he was still in shock.

"You? Where's Cosmic?" Jegora blurted out forgetting who he was talking to. Quickly realizing his surroundings, Jegora saluted his superior and corrected himself. "erm...sir?"

Rizzit thought nothing of the brashness. Yes, his position commanded respect, but surely he had not been in it long enough to earn the respect it commanded. "At ease, Commander. The Surface Marshall has decided to...ah, spend the remainder of his days in solitude. He is now a galactic citizen, no longer in any way connected to the Vast Empire and its affiliations."

Jegora was not sure how to respond. Surely, when Cosmic left his position as Prefect, he would have been promoted to a higher position or needed somewhere else. Who would ever have thought that he would choose the hermit's life? "So, I assume that I am not here to celebrate?"

Rizzit laughed. Yes, surely a celebration would be great. This was only made official an hour ago when Cosmic had officially cleared out his office, leaving Rizzit to his own devices. There had not even been time to inform everyone over the holonet yet. "No, I am afraid not."Rizzit said as he gestured to a chair. "Sit down, we have much to discuss.

***One Hour Later***

"So I have your word then?" Rizzit asked.

"Not to worry. No one will know until after the mission - if not later."

"Excellent. Now, about the mission: as you know the Empire is currently on a campaign to overtake the inner-rim systems with the end goal being to re-take Courscant. This is a long and tedious process and could possibly even take YEARS. Things are going well with all things considered, which is good. Mind you, recent events certainly did not help progress our goals at all. They change nothing however: we still are on a conquest for the core. I have been tasked with disrupting New Republic shipping and shipwrights in the inner-rim. Provided you can get there in one piece, the mission should be fairly straightforward. The Dominion will bring you as far as it can, then the four squads will each take their transports from there to key points that will cause a significant amount of damage to the New Republic once they cannot access the shipments that come and go from there."

"Understood sir. But what about the campaign? Surely our forces could be better spent sending them to targets in the inner rim?"

"A reasonable question; and yes, that will happen. However, we do not need to dedicate ALL of our forces to such a project. I will be sending both the Storm and Phalanx platoons to help with the campaign. I trust you and your platoon to do critical tasks that do not get a second chance to perform. It may seem very trivial, but if its screwed up: we cannot attempt it again. The campaign however: by now the New Republic is aware we are on a campaign or at least they know that some form of war is going on. We have the numbers in favor of the next target, therefore a small platoon should be able to complete the tasks without being missed a great deal. When you are done, you can return home and be sent off to aid in the fighting. Incidentally, if we are successful: we will have both a new territory in the campaign AND we will have disrupted the New Republic."

"Understood sir. I won't let you down."

"Excellent, I will send you the specific details to your datapad and join you later on the Dominion."

Jegora stood up and once again saluted his superior before making ready to take his leave of the empty office that Rizzit now occupied. On his way out, he couldn't help but notice that Rizzit seemed to be in a sort of trance. Well, not really a trance but he certainly was staring off into space as if he had something else on his mind. Deciding that it was best to leave him to his thoughts, Jegora took his leave of the office and made his way to his own quarters to prepare then alert the rest of the platoon.

How did I ever end up in this mess? Rizzit thought to himself. PREFECT! Commander of the entire Army! I remember about a year ago all I wanted to do was remain Squad Leader and now look at me. I wonder...am I really cut out for this job? Everything will come back to me if things fail. It'll be under my watch that things failed, not Cosmic's, nor Fury's not even Anakin's. Can I really live up to such an untarnished reputation? I guess the coming weeks will tell that story.....
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  RE: Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Sto
October 25, 2009 6:54:31 PM    View the profile of Jegora 
Eyeing the forty stormtroopers assembled in front of him, Jegora couldn’t help but feel a little timid. Each and every one of the soldiers sitting just a few meters away were highly trained and disciplined professionals, and if he was honest with himself the prospect of leading them in battle was a little intimidating. This was one of the most elite collections of fighting men and women that could be found anywhere in the galaxy, and as their leader Jegora would have to keep up with them, if not outperform them, in everything they did. It was an amazing responsibility that he now found himself saddled with, but with the extra pressure of leading this particular platoon also came great pride in their abilities. They weren’t pushovers, and the fact that high command felt Jegora capable of leading truly humbled the veteran platoon sergeant.

Pushing away his nostalgia, Jegora glanced at the chrono near the back of the auditorium-style room. It was time. Rising to his feet, he slowly made his way to the center of the auditorium. By the time Jegora had reached his podium directly in front of the assembled stormtroopers, the quiet chatter of the gathered men and women had died off, and a cold, hard silence filled the room.

“Good morning boys and girls. I hope you all slept well,” Jegora began. By the collective sigh that issued from the group, they apparently hadn’t slept very well at all.

“Well, regardless, we have work to do,” Jegora continued. He hit a button on his podium, and an image of a planet appeared on the screen behind him. “This is Arkania, located in the Perave system. The details are being sent to your datapads, but the important thing is that that this world is a center of trade and commerce for the New Republic. We’re gonna change that.”

Hitting another control on the podium, Jegora waited for the image behind him to change before continuing. “The objective is simple: you’re going to get in, break things, and get out. To do this, you’re going to need faster transportation than the Dominion can offer.” Jegora paused again, gesturing up at the screen behind him, which was now showing a heavily armed and armored assault shuttle. “Each squad will take a Sentinel-class shuttle planet-side. These craft are hyperspace capable, so you’ll launch from the Dominion a few parsecs out and make a microjump into the Perave system.”

“This is will be a fast paced and highly destructive mission. Our goal here isn’t to win hearts and minds. We’re here to destroy, plain and simple. Each squad will have its own objective on the planet, and you’ll all be operating independently. You won’t be able to get support from the other squads, and neither will the Dominion be able to offer aide. Once you hit dirt, you’re on your own.”

Jegora shut down the screen and looked around the room one last time. “Transport to the Dominion leaves in an hour. Check your datapads for the location. The Sentinels, armor, and squad weaponry is already aboard, but anything else you want to bring needs to be loaded up. Other than that, you can take this time to read the mission specifics. Any questions?”

One of the troopers raised a hand. Jegora gestured at the man, who spoke in rapid, clipped tones. “You said the squads will be operating independently. Who will you be accompanying?” the man asked.

It was a legitimate question, but not one Jegora liked answering. The one thing he didn’t want to do was appear to be playing favorites. In fact, the squad he would join for this mission had been chosen purely by chance, but the troopers couldn’t know that.

“Raiders,” Jegora said, keeping his voice and his face completely neutral. Some of the troopers shifted in their seats, but that was it. “Any other questions?” he asked the collected group.

There were none. “Good. Remember, one hour. Check your datapads for your mission specifics. Squad command will have a meeting with me aboard the Dominion to go over further details.” With that, Jegora glanced around the room one final time. “WildCard, dismissed. Let’s go to work.”



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Aiight, pay attention. You need to get your gear and get aboard the Dominion, and settle in for a rather lengthy trip. Squad Leaders, I expect you to keep your squads relatively together for this section. We won't spend very much time on this, but it obviously needs to be done.

This is now open for posting, but as I said before, try and keep the squads together. Troopers, you may want to check with your squad command staff for further instructions.
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  RE: Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Sto
October 25, 2009 9:20:57 PM    View the profile of Saphira Striker 
"You have to be joking! An hour to get ready?" Complained Tank after they were all dismissed. Iron Horse were all together so they could at least get something straight. It didn't help that almost everyone was tired and would have rather been back in their beds then having to be here.

"Knock it off. This isn't exactly a camping trip." MadMan growled, looking at Tank with his arms behind his head. "Id be more worried about having to rely on you once we landed then -"

"Enough!" Saphira snapped. Things were tense enough from lack of sleep. " We don't need to bicker among ourselves. If you want to do that, do it after we're all on the Dominon." Her lek'ku flickered with annoyance. She really rather had been back in bed.

"You all have less then an hour now. Get whatever you think you might need and hustle over." Lucky spoke up from leaning on the wall. It was an automatic dismissal, and the Iron Horse members started walking out the door.

"We said to move! MOVE,MOVE,MOVE!!!" Saph snapped. The venom in her voice must had been enough, as they all took off at a run. Rolling her eyes, Saph, looked back to Lucky.

"I have the whip ready Saph. Don't worry about that!" Lucky grinned as both women rushed out themselves.

"Good to know that. I'm sure we'll need that once the real fun begins."

Both women laughed together and vanished down the hallway.


---------- 45 minutes later --------------


Saphira had a small duffle bag over her shoulder. In it, she had a few TD's and some spare blaster packs. Her vibroblade's were strapped to her right thigh and one on her backside. She had been on the ship for about twenty minutes and only Lucky had shown up.

"I hope no one fell back to sleep." Lucky stated. breaking the silence.

"I don't think so." Saphira replied and turned her back to say something else when two male voices shouted from the hanger. It was RK and MadMan. Followed by Tank and the others.

"Hurry up!" Lucky shouted and the guys started to run. Their boots clanking on the steel as they made it just in time.

"Sorry. We had a small argument over equipment." RK replied dryly. His head turning to look at MadMan and Tank. Saph only shook her head.

"It wasssss a sssssimple debate." The trando replied as he came up from the rear of the group.

"I don't care who started it. Just get inside and be ready. We're about to leave here soon." Saphira stated, turning on a heel and left to go where they needed on the ship.
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  RE: Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Sto
October 25, 2009 9:28:53 PM    View the profile of Havock 
Gah, I'm tired. The auditorium cleared out with each squad heading off in a semi-together fashion, following their squad leaders for instructions. The RAIDERS had just gotten back the night before from their mission to Qiilura, which was less than a success. Havock really wanted to get another shot at dealing with those mercs and finding the viceroy, but all of that would have to wait for now.

With a motion of her hand the squad followed her to a quiet corner in the auditorium. “I don't see the need to go to another room for this. You heard the boss. Get back to the barracks collect your gear. Storm Commando or personal armor and whatever weapons you like to carry, just don't weigh yourself down lets not be ridiculous. The armory is open to. I want all of you geared up, strapped in, and ready to roll on that transport in forty-five minutes, screw this hour crap. Be in your seats reading your mission documents by the end of the hour. Any questions? Good, dismissed.”

She looked around at the group. Aeos was standing near Decembrist, listening to him muttering about something. They all looked tired, which was to be expected since they didn't get much sleep. Beta and Njall were already walking off towards the barracks together, laughing about something. Grahim was talking to Jaenna about some detail in the mission.

Karash was leaning against the wall, alone and looking miserable. She had taken some time on the trip back to sit with him and talk. He was going through a lot at the moment, and planned to seek some help as soon as time allowed.

The last thing anyone needed was for the squad leader and assistant squad leader to be the ones that were late after Havock's clear instructions to be on time. Thankfully Jae was there to keep her from getting to lost in thought. Which was an unfortunate habit she had that was only made worse by being exhausted. With a nod they both started to walk together towards the condo to get their gear together.

---~~---

“You look tired.” She turned away from the bag she was packing to find Jaenna staring at her with her arms crossed. Havock was scrambling around the room, while her far more calm companion was already suited up and ready to go. She tripped over her helmet as she reached for her spare energy packs for the blasters. She had already put on her storm commando armor, she had her two DE-10 pistols on her hip holsters and twin H1 Particle Eagles on her back holsters.

She nodded. “Yea, and there's the small fact that Jeg is riding with us.” She slammed the other energy pack into one of the Particle Eagles.

Jaenna shook her head and walked over to where she was standing. Her hand reached over to touch Havock's shoulder. She took a deep breath and calmed down a bit with the simple gesture. “You'll do fine. We need to go, are you ready?”

Havock shrugged. “Sure, but I'd rather stay here.” She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Come on, if Vee beats us to the transport I'll never hear the end of it.”


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  RE: Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Sto
October 26, 2009 9:57:30 AM    View the profile of Grahim 
Grahim had been asking Jae what kind of equipment was need for their mission. Once Grahim got the the info he thanked Jae and went to the barracks where he kept his armor.

He came into the barracks and saw that Njall and Beta was there packing their stuff.

“Hideo.” Grahim said to Njall and Beta

“Hey.” They answered on the same time. Then there no more exchange of words between them. Grahim took out his Clone Armor Phase II and packed it into a bag. Grahim did not really like to stress he like to do things in his own pace but now he had to stress.

Grahim ran to the armory and took two FSK-7 Combat knives and a TI-47 Sniper Rifle with belonging ammo and put in a bag. He stopped for a while to remember that he hadn’t eaten since they came back from Qiilura. Mesa must eat something, mesa don’t understand why una life in RAIDERS always need to be so hectic. Grahim thought. Grahim took his bags and went to his apartment and left them there so he just could go and get them after he had eaten.

Grahim walked over to the mess hall to get something to eat. He didn’t find the food very good but it was eatable, mostly he ate because he didn’t like to go on a mission with an empty stomach. He ate some strange fish looking thing it did not taste that bad, to that he at vegetables. Grahim saw that the mess was quite empty.

Grahim had already gotten his bags from his apartment. He walked towards the barracks with one bag in each hand. Once he came to the barracks he noticed that Karash were there packing his stuff. Karash were not the same as the last time they were in the same squad he had gotten quieter and he was quiet back then but he was quieter like he had a lot on his mind.

Grahim didn’t think it was a good idea to disturb Karash right now. So he walked by himself to the shuttle it gave him time to think about some things. He mostly thought about Naboo he missed his home planet mostly because he wanted to see his mother. He promised himself he would not die until he had seen his mother again.
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  RE: Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Sto
October 26, 2009 11:06:11 AM    View the profile of RK 
RK let out a sigh of relief as he slumped down in his seat. It wasn’t a luxury yacht, but it would have to do, however it would have been nice to take a comfortable nap, but in this ship that was near impossible.

It had been weeks since he had been on active duty and everything had begun to seem so foreign to him, yet somehow it was still like riding a bike; you never forget. Yet, somehow he felt like he was forgetting. Maybe it was because he had been placed in a new squad, so now he had to learn a whole new set of rules, or maybe he was just being lazy. Whatever the case he still didn’t feel like himself.

“How you feeling?” A familiar voice called from RK’s side. He instantly sprung up and looked attentive, but knowing he wasn’t fooling anyone.

RK looked over to see Luckystar standing there above him, he had worked with her before back in eclipse squad, and it seemed fate had them working together again, yet this time she was in charge. “Ah, yea, just tired, been a while.”

“Good, just don’t fall asleep on the job.” She then proceeded to walk away.

RK just grinned to himself, he remembered her since when she had started the VE and she had been a shy trooper now she was ASL of Iron Horse, it was amazing how fast time flew. ugh, I feel like such an old timer.

Still regardless of how tired he was it felt refreshing to have a change of pace, instead of the aggressive nature of Wraiths, he’d at least be going back to his roots as a scout, or at least recon. If only he hadn’t been rushed onto a ship the moment he returned he might have gotten time to enjoy the return. Regardless, he just let it be and began to prepare.

After reminiscing about the good time RK proceeded to open up his duffel bag and rummage through the contents in search of his elusive C3Pod, he was in desperate need of adrenaline; and that seemed like the easiest way to get it. Once he found the faux golden plated item he immediately stuck the earphones in and proceeded to slump back in his chair.

He tried to block everything out, but he could still hear bickering going on around him. It seemed the squad wouldn’t get along no matter what they did. This is going to be a long mission.
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  RE: Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Sto
October 26, 2009 11:07:40 AM    View the profile of Luckystar 
Lucky rushed to her Condo and was quick to grab a few frags, a Medkit she always kept handy, her knife which she placed in her ankle holster and her DC-15s. she put everything in a duffel except for the knife obviously and headed to the shuttle which would take them aboard the Dominion.

On her way there, she came across Saph. Both women hurried for the ship, along the way they saw RK and MadMan arguing. This was easily broken up and soon after all were onboard and seated.

Staring at her datapad screen , she read through the mission specifics listed which caused many questions to go through her head like it always did before missions, especially ones where the whole Platoon was involved.

Fidgeting uncomfortably, she opened her duffel and started to meticulously check and clean her weapons, also taking the time to count the number of spare cartridges she had brought for each weapon. Her count ended at six each which should be plenty enough, if more was needed then maybe she could steal a weapon or two from their rivals if it came to that.
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  RE: Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Sto
October 26, 2009 1:57:20 PM    View the profile of Ron 
Uncomfortable with the prospect of sitting "but a few meters away" from Jegora near the front of the briefing room- Ron chose a quiet corner near the back of the room where the bodies thinned out slightly and where there was ample space to stretch out his legs.  He grabbed one of the metal folding chairs and pulled it away from the rest, motioning for his squad to gather around the area.  They complied, pulling chairs towards where their newly made Squad Leader, all the while trying to divide their attention equally between both squad and platoon commanders.

Ron had to admit, he was happiest as a Squad Leader; even as Squad Leader of a green squad.  It was hard leaving Raiders Squad, commonly known as the most veteran of all the squads: for many of the troopers within it were of high rank and had fought many battles.  In Wraith Squad there wasn't nearly as much experience, but something told Ron that there was definitely potential.  Having brought Raiders Squad back to the glory that it was, Ron was confident that the same could be done to Wraith.

His thoughts were interrupted by a foul stench, a putrid smell that was probably brought upon by a nervous green trooper sitting before him.  Ron's nose wrinkled in disgust, and he moved his hand to cover his nose and mouth.  Ron could only tolerate so much from greens; he rarely became disagreeable with excessive sweating, but when it came to flatulence he was hardly forgiving.

He searched for a scapegoat.  "Rykin." he whispered behind him.  The unwitting trooper in question saluted and leaned forward to listen.  "Switch me seats." Ron said, trying his best not to gag.

Rykin did so without a question, though there was clearly puzzlement on his face.  Ron sighed with relief as his new position behind Rykin effectively staunched the smell.  It would be easier to think clearly now, and perhaps discern something from the briefing on their mission ahead. 

"This is Arkania, located in the Perave system." Jegora started. "The details are being sent to your datapads, but the important thing is that that this world is a center of trade and commerce for the New Republic. We're gonna change that." 

Ron ignored the bleeping sound his datapad made as the information was sent out to all the troopers; it would be good reading for the long trip ahead, and besides: it wouldn't help his ego to look like he needed to look at the datapad to understand what was going on.  As Squad Leader he couldn't possibly show signs of ignorance.

"This is will be a fast paced and highly destructive mission." Jegora continued. "Our goal here isn't to win hearts and minds. We're here to destroy, plain and simple. Each squad will have its own objective on the planet, and you'll all be operating independently. You won't be able to get support from the other squads, and neither will the Dominion be able to offer aide. Once you hit dirt, you're on your own."

Ron was about to delve into thoughts as to why briefing forty troopers at the same time in the same room was a bad idea when he suddenly saw Rykin stand up quickly, and walk out of the room with one hand on his mouth and the other on his stomach.  Not only was his question answered for him, but he now had to worry about getting nauseous himself.

"Duty of the service." Ron groaned.  His mind was starting to drift off to when he could leave the room and start to prepare for the mission when suddenly he heard something that caught his attention.

"You said the squads will be operating independently. Who will you be accompanying?"  Someone said.  It was a good question, and one that was dreaded by most Squad Leaders.  A Platoon Commander travelling with a Squad would be tempted to give commands that normally would be left up to the Squad Leader to give.  Ron hoped it wasn't Wraith.

"Raiders." Jegora said.

Ron heard a couple troopers whisper words of contempt, even Warbird mumbled "Figures." under her breath. "Let them think what they like." Ron thought to himself.  "Havock will have to watch her every move now."  He pitied his former squad mate deeply.

Ron knew the meeting ended when he heard the screams of chair bottoms scraping against the floor and the anxious voices of nervous troopers around him grow in volume.  He hurried to the door, motioning for his squad to come with him; he hated waiting in lines.

They headed towards an open area outside of the briefing room before Ron decided to address them.  He opened his mouth only to close it as he saw a new, yet familiar face walk towards them.

Rogueboy handed his transfer papers to Ron, while announcing himself with a grin.  "I've been transfered to Wraith." he said.

Ron grinned back and waved the transfer in front of him.  "Couldn't have happened at a better time." he laughed.  "It's great to have you on board, Rogueboy."  He turned to the other troopers and gave his short briefing on instructions.  Most of what he had to say Jeg had already said before him.

"You have an hour to get everything you need; that includes armor, weapons, pleasures, everything onboard The Dominion before we leave.  I want you all to keep together so that we don't cause confusion.  We go to the barracks as a Squad and we go onboard The Dominion as a Squad.  No one goes alone for anything, not even to piss."  Some chuckles at that, some of them uncomfortably.

"Right." Ron said.  "Let's go."

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  RE: Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Sto
October 26, 2009 2:48:45 PM    View the profile of Anival Velasquez 
Anival looked at his data pad as Jegora continued to talk, Anival wasn’t a fan of change, but he understood that it was inevitable. As soon as they were dismissed Anival walked out of the room, being given only an hour to pack and find the transport was nothing new, but it was something that irritated most.

Looking around Anival spotted a few familiar faces: Joamer, Grahim, RK, and a couple faces he didn’t have names for, but knew he had met them before. Anival recognized a trooper who had served next to him, back when Anival was still an Iron Horse member, back when Alan had taken the reins of Iron horse. She was now a Squad leader, and the new boss of RK, Anival smirked at the thought.

Anival chuckled as he saw Rykin get up and run out of the room. Waiting for the front of the assembly to exit, Anival re-read the information on his data pad; they were going to a non-human populated world, not a surprise. Rykin came in just as Ron was speaking to them. Sighing, Anival followed his squad out of the area where they had assembled, Rykin talked animatedly, this was the first campaign he would be on, it probably felt like a great thing, but Anival knew it wasn’t.

Anival sped up to the barracks, although he had his own place, keeping a locker with some weapons and a few other necessities always came in handy during times like these, passing over the things in the locker that could be used. Thumper grenades, two side arms, his trusty A280, and a couple odd things, including a 5 pound bag of bantha jerky Darth water, and portable holo-chess boards, as well as a sabbac deck, Anival didn’t plan on spending his whole time with nothing to do.

Pouring all this into a black bag with the blue imperial logo, Anival headed out, as he swung his bag over his shoulder his felt a thud and“oof” Anival turned around and saw Alex Gorjan on the floor rubbing his cheek. Anival felt his lunch rise.

“Sorry” said Anival laying his back down and helping the newest member of wraith up, Anival corrected himself and saluted.
“It’s quite alright” he muttered returning the salute.

Anival waved and walked away quickly. What a first impression, he thought. Half way through the corridor Anival heard his name called out, he turned around but didn’t see anything, he shrugged the feeling off, and continued to walk, again the voice, he turned around and saw Rykin, just about to open his name to call him.

Anival waited until Rykin had caught up, he seemed to already have his stuff picked out, he had a bag, although smaller than Anival’s, it still seemed packed.

“What do you say we get a drink before lift off?” asked Rykin.

Anival looked at his chrono the nodded. They walked to the bar, it was lonely, not surprising at this time. Rykin ordered for both of them, and paid with a credit chip, sitting down, Anival picked up his glass and drained it in one smooth gulp. He signaled for another, just as Alex, RB, sat next to them.

“You walked off so fast I didn’t have a chance to talk to you.” RB ordered a drink as well.

Anival sighed and glanced at his chrono, time was crawling by.
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October 26, 2009 2:51:10 PM    View the profile of Garryll Gates 
"Alright boys and girl," Gates said loudly. "You heard the Commander. Move out of the briefing room."

Blackjack slouched out of the room, headed for their barracks onboard the Dominion. They quickly reached it, and fell into the common area with some soft sighs and grunts.

"I know we expected a little bit more time than the couple days we got to get the cold of Redex out of our bones," Tanus said, eliciting a bit of swearing from the troopers most welcome to be out of the freezing wind, "But Command has decreed we get to work with our cousins in Wildcard."

"This'll be great," muttered Corvin sarcastically.

"Keep a civil tongue in your head, trooper," Gates odered. "They are our comrades, so play nice. That goes for the Storm and Phalanx platoons as well, and even the swabbies. I hear anything about the Elite Blackjack squad involved in anything untoward and I'll cut you a new hole to crap out of."

One of the troopers snickered at the mental image. Tanus smiled faintly and moved on. "You'll all be glad to know PFC Aramis made a full recovery in the bacta tank post-mission, he's good for active duty."

The young, upright trooper nodded to his squadmates, who responded with everywhere from a thumbs-up to complete apathy.

"So. To the mission," Tanus said, laying his datapad onto a nearby table and activating the hologram. "Here's the planet, Arkania."

Abalar took one look at the planet and started muttering. "That's another iceball! Could we just go to a cold place once a standard year instead of one hundred?"

Tanus held up his palms helplessly. "I didn't choose this one. However, for once, we'll be playing to our strengths. Hard, loud, lots of shooting, explosions and other good stuff."

Gates interjected. "And we're not going to be stealthy. Red armor is a requirement. We're going to scare them so much that they'll need a couple dozen new sets of clothes each, providing they can find a manufactory we won't have blown apart."

Several of the squad laughed at that. Gates grinned as well. Hell, he thought. Day after a rough mission and they're ready for another. Some am I, of course. I've got a good feeling about this.

By now, even the newest members of Blackjack had proven themsevles in combat, and with one of the heaviest arsenals of the STC, they were one force to be reckoned with.

"Alright," Tanus finished. "We've got a few hours. Get your gear together, eat something, catch some sleep, whatever. Just stay out of trouble and be ready to move on H-Hour."
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October 26, 2009 3:31:44 PM    View the profile of voren-tusserk 
Vor'en sat down next to Lucky. His Intimidator pistol was loaded and by his side, his knife in it's sheath hidden in his boot, and his blaster in his hands. The poison that had infected him from the last mission had been cured, and was ready to kill.

The Trandoshan had one thing going for him that the others didn't: He was quite used to going without sleep for long periods of time.

"Ssssso, I've never heard of Kholma before." Vor'en hissed, trying to make small talk.

"It's one of twenty moons around Bogden. The Bando Gora used it as their base of operations." Lucky replied.

"Ssssso we're taking it for the VE? I don't ssssssee why we couldn't go for a planet with more ssssstrategical purposssssss."

Before Lucky could respond, Vor'en had closed his eyes and fallen asleep, hand clasped on his knife.

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October 26, 2009 4:38:38 PM    View the profile of RK 
Sleep was a comfort in times of war, and RK was using that comfort to the best of his ability on the cramped ship. It was a way of saving energy, but also shutting out all the discomforts of the trip, even if sleeping would make discomfort worst; at least when he woke up. Regardless, it was a risk he was willing to take, knowing he couldn’t fight back the drowsiness any longer, and he slowly slumped over and slipped into a land far away.

In the silence visions of the past and future flooded his mind. He couldn’t help them, but most of them were comforting, back on Coruscant racing speeders through the streets, while the galactic security kept close chase, taking far away trips with his father to planets he had never heard of, and other various memories that brought comfort and horror. It was like a run through history, that he would have rather not taken.

The visions continued, but this time, it was more of a warning; he was trying to hold onto it, but it began to slip into the back of his mind. He tried to revive it, but for some reason he couldn’t, then he woke up, the warning disappearing for good.

“R….K….RK….RK wake up!” the voice was firm, yet shockingly scary, yet it was enough to snap RK into reality. “You okay, you kept tossing and turning, thought it was time to wake you up.”Constantine said. As he stood above RK, a stern look on his face.
 
Rk just rubbed his eyes, still not sure what was going on around him. “Ugh, yea, probably a good idea. We even lifted off yet?”

“Not yet as a matter of fact, you weren’t out that long.”

“Feels like I’ve been asleep for years.”

“It’s the seating, just work out the kinks, you’ll be as good as new.”
RK smiled, working out the kinks was going to be a lot harder then it seemed, but he had to eventually, “Yea, I will work out the kinks, eventually.”

Constantine nodded then walked away to take a seat, leaving RK back to his realm of small solitude; if you could even call it that.

RK changed the song on his C3Pod then picked up his datapad and began typing up a letter, it was always habit before a mission, partly so incase he died his loved one’s would know everything, everything he’s done, and if he wasn’t doing that he would just sift through letter he had received from people back home. Yet, since he just returned there was nothing in his inbox so he decided to write.

With any luck time would go by faster and they would be on their way to the landing zone, but as it stood now, time seemed to crawl by which was starting to annoy RK. His trigger finger was itching, and he so badly wanted to get back in the field; sadly, he had to settle by typing on his data pad screen.

I just hope that high command knows what they are doing, or else we could be in for a whole lot of trouble.
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October 26, 2009 4:57:09 PM    View the profile of Rogueboy 
Many years of learning had finally taught Rogueboy one thing in his short life; never pay for beer until the glass is in your hand. So when the female waitress told Rogue that his drink would cost eleven credits and expected payment beforehand, he quietly told her that he pays when the drink is in his hand. The woman shrugged before heading towards the bar.

“Paranoid much?” Anival asked with a grin.

“Previous experiences taught me that I’m a happier man paying for something I have rather then something I don’t have.” Was RB’s quick response.

“You must be a difficult customer, last time I checked furniture stores don’t take credits on delivery.”  Rykin quipped.

Rogueboy shrugged his shoulders as the mug of dark ale was set in front of him. “That’ll be eleven.” The waitress said. RB gave her fifteen and with a quick nod she was off.

“So how come you transferred out of the elite squad?” Anival asked as if the question had been burning a hole in his garrison trousers. 

Rykin leaned in so that he wouldn’t miss the story. “Uh... it should be on my official record.” Rogueboy’s response was hesitant as he toyed with the idea of divulging that tidbit of information.

“C’mon RB, no secrets between squad mates.” Anival said with a laugh on his face.

“This isn’t early school.” Rogueboy said as the table over laughed at something that the Wraith squad members didn’t hear.

The two squadmates looked at Rogueboy with such pleading looks that he finally gave in. “Alright! Just don’t tell the others?” He asked , full well knowing that no species could keep a secret for long.

“We put a Vast Empire friendly town to the torch, no survivors.”  Rogueboy said softly.

“Were there children?” Anival asked.

“Is that even legal?” Rykin questioned, almost at the same time as Anival.

“Wait...you didn’t join in did you?” They both said simultaneously.

“Orders are orders, excuse me guys I gotta take a piss.” With that there was a slight screech as his chair scraped the floor.

The refresher was rather large for the bar or at least it seemed to Rogueboy whose previous experiences with bars had set a single urinal, and toilet as the standard norm.

After relieving himself Rogueboy took care to wash his hands, a luxury he often enough did not have out in the field. As he walked back towards his table, passing the bar as he did so someone’s shoulder connected with RB, hard enough that it was clearly no accident. “Get out of my way, peasant.” The man called as he spilled some putrid alcohol all over RB.

Biting the inside of his lip Rogueboy thought about his courses of actions, before finally making a decision. Walking up to the man, who was by now standing at the bar with a pair of friends. “Excuse me.” Rogueboy said.

“What do you want? Peasant.” The man nearly yelled his eyes as red as flames.

“You bumped into me, and spilled your drink. I would like an apology.” The politeness in Rogue’s words seemed to infuriate the man even more.

“Apologize to you? Don’t you know who I am? You should be worshipping me. Peasant!” The man yelled again as his friend laughed.

Rogueboy sighed, and the he quickly grabbed the man by his shoulders and pulled him in, all the while moving his head back and forth as hard as he could. Crack! The sound of the two skulls hitting each other seemed to echo throughout the bar.

“Was that lightening?” Someone asked.

Did Rogueboy’s head hurt? Yes it did. Was it worth it? Perhaps, because the man on the floor was still not getting up. Many people had called RB a hard head and it wasn’t only because he was stub born, back in basic he had the bottom bunk and on top was a particularly fat bastard by the name of Benson. The drill sergeant had taken great pleasure in waking the platoon up every morning to the sound of banging. Causing RB to jump up and hit his head on the bunk above him.

The sound of a fist flying full force into Alex’s face greeted his ears, and it was only when he had hit the floor did he realize what was happening. By then, Anival and Rykin were on the scene, defending the downed Rogueboy from any further abuse he might get.  Rogueboy watched as Anival was grappling with one of the downed drunk’s friends, another jumped on his back and Anival used the weight to push forward on the guy causing all three of them to trip on a chair. Two of them fell into a heap, while the one on Anival’s back flew over the bar and into the glass shelves.

It wasn’t long before someone yelled out. “Constables!”
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October 26, 2009 5:08:47 PM    View the profile of Corvin 
"At least we get full armour this time." Corvin commented as he walked. "Won't have to worry about stray shots as much now."

Loran nodded in agreement, wincing slightly as he walked. His emergency bacta treatments hadn't ended that long ago, and it showed.

"You all right?" Corvin asked, turning to look at his squadmate.

"Fine." Loran grunted, waving one hand carelessly. "Bacta patch a bit tight, that's all."

Corvin nodded, not entirely convinced. The memory of Loran gasping as two other Blackjacks carried him, his face almost as pale as the snowdrifts they were running through, was still fresh in his mind. Corvin got along well with the other trooper, and had been dismayed when he'd been wounded. Thankfully, they'd managed to get to the orbiting cruiser's medbay in time, and they'd gotten him back up and running, but the still-healing injury might well slow him down. Slowing down was an easy way to die in a combat zone, especially on an ice world.

He'd have to keep an eye on Loran; make sure his friend didn't get hurt again. This was going to be interesting.

Corvin shrugged, the gesture earning him an odd look from his fellow trooper, and turned his thoughts to the mission at hand.

"Not even fair," he commented. "Arkanians won't know what hit them."

At least they'll be confirmed traitors, this time. a small, treacherous part of his mind whispered, before he pushed the thought away.

"I'm not so sure." Loran said thoughtfully, stroking his chin with one hand. "Republic isn't stupid, and they're probably used to fighting off pirates at the very least."

"Come off it," Corvin laughed. "What are a bunch of traders and mad scientists going to do? Throw datapads at us? We're the frakking Empire! They'll probably surrender before we even make landfall."

"I guess so." Loran replied, not sounding entirely convinced.

"Frak, even those pansies in Raiders could handle this one alone, let alone the whole platoon." Corvin continued, oblivious. "Blue milk run, aside from the ice planet thing. We'll be back before the tea's even cold."

"You drink tea?"

"No, but...still! Wait and see, a blue milk run." he declared confidently.

The two stopped outside the Blackjack barracks, stepping through the doorseal and opening their respective lockers. Several of the other troopers were already there, and either doing the same or starting to suit up.

Corvin gave a satisfied sigh as he pulled out his helmet, and a shoulderplate.

"Thank the Force…we get to wear the nice stuff this time."

Abalar quirked an eyebrow.

"Thought you didn't like the armour. Something about targets and enemy fire."

"With this on, I don't have to care about enemy fire." Corvin shot back, looking over himself for tears in his bodyglove as he did so.

Abalar stared at him incredulously for a moment, then shrugged and turned back to her own set of armour.

Pulling his Arbites shotgun from the locker and tossing it onto his bunk, Corvin started to suit up.

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October 26, 2009 5:28:57 PM    View the profile of Constantine 
---During the briefing---

Constantine viewed the crowd with disgust. He had always hated crowds, mainly because he’d rather have room to stretch out and relax.

I guess you could chalk it all up to being claustrophobic.

He purposefully chose a seat right next to the small aisles between the rows of seats because he could extend his long legs to the side instead of having the crammed into his stomach. It wasn’t comfortable, but it would do. Amazingly, a few of his squadmates actually came over to talk to him, apparently just trying to make small talk. Vor’en was the first to try his luck at making the Falleen talk. With a swagger, he walked up and sat down beside Constantine.

Well this one certainly has courage. Either that or he is just plain stupid.

“So how are you doing today, Constantine?” Vor’en said cheerfully.

Constantine just crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Vor’en, refusing to blink. Vor’en looked confused at first, then it changed to a slight terror and he quickly jumped up and backed away. Shaking his head with silent mirth, Constantine repeated the gaze as another squadmate sat down next to him, obviously not seeing the retreating Private Second Class.

This is going to be a long day.

---After the briefing---

Putting on a spurt of speed, Constantine hurtled down the corridors, heading towards the Iron Horse barracks. Throwing open the doors, he strode in and headed towards his room. Entering, he grabbed his bag and started packing it with the nearest weapons and essential items he could find. His bag was an old fashioned knapsack, but it hadn’t failed Constantine yet. It was tough as nails and could take beating, as it had plenty of times before. Finishing up, he tied its two straps in a tight knot and slung it over his shoulder. Glancing around the room, he double-checked to make sure he wasn’t leaving anything. He started to walk out and abruptly remembered his knife. Two steps later and he was standing at his bedside table with his knife in his hands. Sheathing it silently, he grinned, satisfied that he had forgotten nothing. Palming the door panel, he walked out the door and straight into somebody. He took a glance at the person and, noticing the man’s rank as Senior Sergeant, bit back an angry retort. Even though they may act like idiots sometimes, he couldn’t help but have a grudging respect for beings of a superior rank.

“Sorry man. Didn’t see you there.” Constantine said, nodding.

“No, no. It was my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” the man said, dismissing Constantine’s excuse with a wave of his hand.

Smiling slightly, Hunter extended a hand, “Nice to meet you. Constantine.”


“Nice to meet you too. RK.” the man – no, RK – said, taking Constantine’s hand and giving it a vigorous shake.

Bringing his index and middles fingers to his forehead, Constantine shot off a quick salute as he and RK parted ways.

---Outside the shuttle---

Jogging up to the shuttle that Iron Horse was to be using, Constantine noticed that no one else was there. Not even the pilot.

Weird. Maybe the pilot is already onboard.

Frowning, Constantine boarded the shuttle via the lowered ramp and walked towards the cockpit. When he reached it, he was happy to realize that the pilot was indeed in the cockpit. Giving a small wave as the pilot noticed him and turned around, Constantine walked back to the seats and chose one in the corner. Setting his pack on his lap, he dug out a portable music player and undone the tangled headphones, placing the earbuds into his ears and turning on the music player. Instantly he was bombarded with sounds. It so loud that he wrenched the earbuds out of his ears with a pained look on his face. Even out of his ears, he could hear the music clearly. Grimacing, he lowered the volume and gingerly placed them back into his ears. Satisfied, he settled into the seat and closed his eyes.

What seemed like a few minutes later, he was shaken awake by someone. Lashing out blindly, he struck someone across the chest and heard a grunt of pain. Shortly afterwards, his vision came back and he realized that it was RK who he had struck, judging by the way he was rubbing his chest and the look on his face. Constantine took the earbuds out and offered a sheepish grin.

“Sorry man. You scared me. Don’t ever scare me.” he said.

“No problem. I should have known better. Anyway, Saph needs us all outside for a brief meeting. I guess she wanted a headcount or something. You better hurry.” RK said, jerking a thumb back towards the ramp where Constantine could see a pair of feet.

Nodding, Constantine stood up as RK walked away and exited down the ramp. He slipped his music player and earphones back into his bag and pushed it under his seat. Stretching, he followed RK’s path down the ramp.

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  RE: Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Sto
October 27, 2009 12:40:26 AM    View the profile of Jegora 
The transport lifted off for the Dominion on schedule. Aboard were forty stormtroopers from WildCard Platoon, and their commander. For his part, Jegora spent the short shuttle ride in relative silence. Once aboard the Dominion, Jegora saw that his troops got to the cabins they had been assigned for the duration of their voyage to Arkania. The Dominion was scheduled to make the jump to hypserspace in approximately forty minutes, and after that it was another seven hours to the designated drop point. From that point, the Sentinel-class shuttles would disembark and continue on to Arkania. After disembarking, each shuttle faced another short hyperspace jump into the Perave system, approximately forty minutes long. All in all, it was going to be a long trip, and Jegora really wasn’t looking forward to it, but at least he and his troops would be relatively comfortable during their stay.

Once all his people were settled in, Jegora found the deck officer in charge of that particular section of the Victory-class Star Destroyer. The Dominion was a large ship, although not as large as the standard Imperial-class Star Destroyers, and while Jegora had been aboard the flagship of the Stormtrooper Corps many times he still needed help finding his way around. Right now, he needed a room that he could use to brief his squad leaders in, and the deck officer would know where he could find one.

He found the deck officer supervising some crewmen who were repairing one of the security bulkheads near the deck’s aft turbolift. When the older man saw Jegora approaching, he turned from watching the crewman work and offered a tiny nod. Jegora returned the favor. A brief conversation later, Jegora had the location of a conference room he could use to brief his squad leaders when the time came. With that little detail taken care of, Jegora was left with nothing else to do, and lacking any useful tasks, he decided to return to his own room and catch up on some much needed sleep.

***

The chrono awoke him exactly five hours later. A quick glance at his datapad told him that the Dominion was right on schedule, and was still nearly two hours from it’s destination. Swinging his legs over the edge of his bunk, Jegora ran a hand through his thick hair and pushed himself up to his feet. As he moved around his temporary cabin, gathering his equipment, he tried to blink the sleep from his eyes as best he could. Finally, he sent a message to his squad leaders detailing the time and place of their command meeting. That done he tucked the datapad into a pouch on his utility belt and left the room.

Three minutes later Jegora found himself outside the conference room that the deck officer had been so kind to donate. Fifteen minutes after that, all the squad leaders had arrived. When they were all seated, Jegora drew a hologram projector from his belt and set it on the table. Keying the small device, the gathered WildCard commanders watched as a blue-and-white image of the planet Arkania expanded before their eyes.

When the image was completely rendered, Jegora hit another button. Four points of light appeared at various places on the projected image, two fairly close to each other in the North-western quadrant and the other two spread out on the opposite side of the planet.

“These are your targets,” Jegora said, not wasting any time on the formalities. He had never been a very subtle individual, especially when there was a job to do. “Each squad has a designated target. Some of your objectives vary, but the general idea remains the same: break things.”

The squad leaders were all nodding. Jegora keyed the projector again, and the image of Arkania began to rotate. At the same time, lines indicating starship trajectories began to appear. They traced themselves towards the planet, one at a time and at different speeds, each perfectly coinciding with one of the targets on the planet.

“Each shuttle will depart at a slightly different time with a slightly different trajectory into the Perave system. The effect, when executed properly, is that you all should arrive dirt-side at the same time,” Jegora continued as the display unfolded before them.

“And if we don’t?” Tanus asked after watching for a moment.

Jegora shrugged his massive shoulders. “It would be unfortunate, but it wouldn’t compromise the mission,” Jegora explained. “The simultaneous attacks are meant to affect the citizens of Arkania psychologically more than anything, so I still expect you to complete your assignment even if the timing is completely screwed.”

The squad leaders nodded thoughtfully at that. They weren’t officers, nor were they master tacticians, but they were professional soldiers, and they certainly understood the value of psychological warfare.

“The actual mission timeframes are fairly short. The Dominion will make a run through Arkania to pick us up exactly eight hours after we land. If all goes as it should, you will use your Sentinel-class shuttle to return to the VSD.”

“And if things don’t go as they should?” Ron inquired. “What then?”

Jegora sighed, looking all four of the squad leaders in the eye in turn. What he was about to tell them was the cold, hard truth, and it was going to make them a little angry. “Then you get left behind,” Jegora said, “unless you can find other transportation.”

“What?” Saphira exclaimed. “You want us to take on an entire planet AND get ourselves back to the ship?”

Jegora shook his head. “I don’t like it anymore than you guys, but that’s the way things are. The Dominion simply can’t spare the time to loiter around in-system and send a rescue craft.”

They were all silent at that. Shifting in his chair, Jegora decided to change the subject. “Your Sentinels are being prepped now. The armory is open too. Get your squads down there, get your gear, and get ready to go. Final mission brief is in one hour in the hangar.”

Jegora looked around the table. “Any questions?” he asked. All the squad leaders shook their heads.

“I think you covered it,” Havock said dryly.

Jegora ignored the sarcasm. Instead he simply nodded. He had nothing else to say. They had already been briefed on the specifics, and there was nothing else Jegora could prepare them for. “Let’s move, then. Havock, I’ll be right behind you.”

***

An hour later Jegora eyed the assembled stormtroopers. They were standing in relative formation in the hangar. Nearby, four Sentinel-class assault shuttles were undergoing prep for combat operations. As for the stormtroopers themselves, they were dressed out in a variety of armor. The most noticeable was the blood red armor that the BlackJacks wore, signifying their elite status. The other squads wore standard stormtrooper armor or storm commando armor – it was an eclectic mix.

For Jegora’s part, he was decked out in regular stormtrooper armor that had been augmented to fit his needs as platoon commander. He wore a shoulder pauldron signifying his position, and the usually white armor had been decorated with dark blue markings. The helmet of his armor had also been refitted with an advanced heads-up display that allowed him to keep track of the battlefield. The blast plates of the armor itself had been further reinforced with light weight composite materials. All in all, the end result was a highly mobile, yet protective, battle suit that provided Jegora with exceptional battlefield awareness.

His weaponry was standard: BC10 blaster rifle, sidearm, and a combat knife. His utility belt was also fully stocked with datapad, backup comlink, rations, survival kit, and three thermal detonators, not to mention extra blaster packs for his weapons. It was an impressive kit, similar to the loadouts that every stormtrooper present carried, and the sheer amount of destructive firepower each individual soldier could bring to bear never failed to impress Jegora

As he stood in ranks with the Raiders squad, Jegora couldn’t help but notice that compared to some of the troopers he was lightly armed. Several of the troopers had heavy squad cannons and ordnance launchers. They were the heavy weapons specialists, those soldiers trained to operate larger guns effectively. Still, Jegora had to wonder if some of the troopers would even be able to keep up during the mission to come. It was going to be face paced and brutal, and all that heavy weaponry might very well slow them down.

Jegora shook his head. That was beyond his control now. Glancing at the chrono on his wrist, he noted that there was just under forty minutes to go until the Dominion reverted from hyperspace; it was time to get aboard the Sentinels. Sticking one hand up in the air, Jegora made a motion, a universal symbol used throughout the galaxy, and its meaning was quite clear: lock and load. Instantly the platoon jumped into action, each squad filing off into their separate shuttles. Jegora followed the troopers of Raiders squad into their Sentinel-class assault ship, and as the ramp hissed closed behind him he had the sinking feeling that something was going to go terribly wrong.

Pushing his pessimism aside as useless worrying, Jegora settled in and began to wait. Ten minutes passed by, then twenty, then thirty. Finally, the crucial moment came. The Dominion dropped out of hyperspace with a familiar jolt, and one by one the shuttles began to launch from the starboard hangars. It was a very smooth process, and one that Jegora couldn’t see for himself from inside the shuttle, but he did recognize the sensations of spaceflight. And then there came another familiar jolt, and Jegora instinctively knew that their Sentinel-class shuttle had made the final jump to hyperspace.

It was only a matter of minutes now. The troopers had less than an hour before they would land on an enemy planet and attempt to burn it to the ground. Less than an hour before they would be required to risk their lives and take the lives of others. And, more than likely, at least some of the troopers in the shuttle had less than an hour to live.

And what did they do? They slept.

Jegora had to admire them for their professionalism. Men and women such as these knew that stress would come later whether they wanted it to or not, and there was no use getting worked up about things in the present. So they willed their bodies to relax, to shut down. It was the mark of a good soldier. As Jegora closed his eyes, mimicking the actions of the men and women he was suppose to be commanding, he willed his mind to quiet. His last coherent thought was, here we go.

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  RE: Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Sto
November 3, 2009 11:08:53 PM    View the profile of Rizzit 
“Now what?” Njall asked as he looked at the SL and ASL.

Havock smirked. “We wait. Njall, you get next to Aeos at the front door. Get ready to brace yourselves for a mini explosion of cold. Lets hope this works.” The SL looked to Jaenna, a smile on her face. Jaenna nodded to her love and smiled back.

The booming continued. Each and every time it seemed to get stronger. The troopers stood there, waiting, their knees almost buckling in fear and anticipation. Their guns were held tight, their night vision and heat sensing was turned on in the visors, their inter climate control was set to deal with the chilly rain storm that was beating down on the hunk of rock called a moon outside. Boom boom boom. The hits grew stronger. The door planks growing more and more weak every time. Jaenna looked to Havock, then to Njall and Aeos, then to Beta and Grahim, then to Jegora and Vee and Karash. All of this was such a big risk. Her plan could kill the entire squad. But sometimes, and she knew this very well, risks had to be taken if you wanted to stay alive and have respect.

Boom

The hit was strong, the ooze could now be seen through the cracks in the wooden planks. Havock instinctively took a step closer to Jaenna, who smiled to herself. Aeos seemed to take a step towards Vee, Njall hunkered down with his M327 Grenade launcher. Karash had a hardened expression on his face. It was completely stoic. Part of that worried Jaenna, but she brushed it off as another strike came into contact with the door.

Booom

Aeos made a noice that sounded like a whimper and a scoff all mixed into one. “Uh, guys. I think we should get ready.”

“She’s right. The next hit could do it. Prepare for the blast!” Havock shouted as everyone got into an even tighter circle, Jegora and Karash holding the cases of booty close to their chests.

BOOM

They broke through; the ooze began to leak through, that sickening noise of slime over wood and concrete reached Jaenna’s ears and she wanted to scream. But then, an even better noise reached her ears. A louder book. A bright flash went through the entire place. One from the front and one from the back. The flash died down and everyone shivered slightly as the cold chill could be felt from the LN. Jaenna looked up, and her plan had worked! “Yes!” She shouted with joy as she saw the frozen oozies all clumped together, debris on either side of the group. “Alright! We have enough of a path to get through now!, Aeos and Njall, go! Fire your launchers whenever you see fit!”

“You got it, Serg!” Njall shouted as he and Aeos took off over the frozen solid ozzies, the rest of the troopers following them.

They ran and ran, explosions happening every now and then to clear a path through the sea of slime. The others firing off their own weapons every so often just to catch the slime off guard. They ran and they ran. On ward, faster, faster. Jaenna took a second to look at her Data pad. They were heading South East. She didn’t care where it took them, but they needed to get away from the citadel. “Keep those cases safe!” She yelled as she kept running.  They needed to get away; the sea was closing in behind them as they continued to move. Her heart was racing, her palms were sweating, her eyes were blurring. The rain wasn’t making anything any easier. This was getting bad.

"Ask me later once we're out of this nightmare. The VE better pay us good for this if we make it!" Saph muttered as she tried to encourage the others.

"Alright let's go!" RK shouted from their right. "I don't see any of the BloodSuckers out there so far. It's the best chance we have."

"Don't need to tell me twice." Jago replied and took off running. Jumping over a half blown wall and onto the grass. Everyone followed and they didn't look back. They know the creatures were following them.

"I sure hope the other squads are ok and don't have the luck we have right now." Lucky voiced as they started to run up a hill. It slowed them down, but they pushed themselves.

He was only ten feet from the bridge when suddenly the power conduit blew in his blaster rifle.  The terror on Ron's face was nothing compared to his cry of fear when he saw the thing leap towards him.  He managed to dodge the first leap, but came dangerously close to falling off the stairs to the impossibly far drop below.  The lizard finally landed upon him, barely missing spearing him with it's massive claws.  Ron was pinned beneath the thing's tail, and was unable to move, only an arm was free from the weight of the lizard.  Ron had a single frag grenade- but in order to survive he had to make sure that the grenade was deep inside the creature so as to stop the force of the explosion from killing Ron.  He waited until he saw the beast's demonic face, and then quickly grabbed the frag grenade and threw it into the open mouth of the lizard.

When the thing swallowed the grenade, it loosened it's hold on Ron long enough for him to leap down the stairs.  Ron leaped, but could not keep from rolling downwards, and even for a moment managed to come close to rolling off the edge.  At the last moment, when he body came closest to the edge, the frag grenade exploded, sending parts of the creature flying everywhere- and blasting Ron against the wall- away from the edge of the stairs.  His back his the wall first, knocking the wind out of him- and temporarily stunning him for the next hour.

When at last he came around, he warily forced himself up the stairs, came at last to the bridge, and finally came to the top of the column where he found the radio communications system.  He tuned the signals to the Imperial Communications channel, and prayed that his message would be heard:

"This is Senior Sergeant Ron of Wraith Squad sending a message of distress to any Imperial personnel!  Repeat please, is there anyone reading this message?"

A faint message came back confirming Ron's hope,

"Sergeant this is The Dominion, we're sending down aid to your location, please remain in the area so that we can..."

Crash!  Ron looked over to his direct left at the smashed remains of the satellite dish that was used to send out the high frequency radio messages.  It had fallen from the high roof of the tower, and where it had been there was now a large hole.

"Shit." Ron thought to himself.  At least he could safely get out of there...

Clang!  Ron turned quickly, only to cringe as a large metal beam missed him by a few feet and hit the column only a few feet below him.  That caused Ron to look up... and run to the bridge and stairs.

For above him he saw many creatures, all of them ripping apart the ceiling and crawling inside the tower.  There were hundreds of them, and they were all flooding into the tower through the now breached roof.  It would not be long until they filled the entire citadel... it would not be long before Wraith Squad would have company- and the fun and games would be over.

Ron rain like a wild man down the stairs, screaming the entire time.  As he came to the bottom of the stairs he shut the heavy metal door with a vengeance.  That would stop them only temporarily, however.  They needed to get out of the citadel!

Ron yelled from room to room, pulling troopers with him as he raced to get out of the flooding citadel.  He yelled to him, urging them to get out, cursing at them in their slowness and their awed expression of their squad leader running like a madman.  Some of them even paused and watched him run by desperately, only to run after him as they saw what followed in his wake.  Ron managed to get them all out... but that's when it got worse.

Waiting outside was a score more of them, at least thirty in all.  They were motionless, but ready; and as the squad filed out.. they realized that they had run straight into a trap.

Ron wasted no time.  He pulled Alex and Bacredi towards him, and yelled,

"Throw all your explosives towards the middle!  Do it now!"

A giant explosion rendered the beasts apart.  In it's wake was a single path leading out to the plains of the desolate planet.  The squad stood dumbly; Anival being the only one who could find words to speak.

"Well what do we do now?"

From inside the citadel, the cries of hundreds of mad beasts reached their ears.  Ron quickly motioned away from the citadel and yelled for a retreat.

"Run!"

The squad retreated back to their cover as another arm shot through the now widening hole in the door. A blaster bolt sent it retreating immediately, but soon thereafter another two arms broke through, making the hole ever larger. Tanus simply aimed his disruptor at the door, waiting for the old wooden shield to break down. The door further splintered as more vosghouls tore at the door, shredding it as large splinters shot off in all directions. Soon Tanus could see their shrunken eyes, their ravenous mouths opening and closing again at the sight of a buffet. Tanus fired off two shots into the crowd of dead. One of the creatures dropped as Jager opened up with controlled bursts from the Tyrant.

And then the door finally broke. They charged into the breach, only to run into the pews that they had set up earlier. Bursts of fire from all directions cut down several of the creatures, but those that weren’t simply charged over the bodies. Garryll’s flamer managed to drive a few of the beasts back, but had also damaged the wood to such a degree that a few of the pews simply burst apart as more of the zombies charged. As they drew nearer, Jager unloaded with the Tyrant, spewing rounds into the crowd at a fever pitch. Tanus watched as the rounds bit into the undead, splintering them and sending bits of flesh into the air. Still, they drove onwards. Tanus holstered his disruptor and drew his mace. And then, with a nod to Garryll, he charged. He swung at the first creature he saw, shattering its skull in a storm of brain, blood and bone. Orobos drew up behind him, cleaving through another two creatures and backhanding another with a furious strike from his gauntleted fist. Flames licked at Tanus’ back as Garryll and the others tried desperately to keep the ones they missed at bay. A grating claw swipe from one of beasts forced Tanus to falter as he came up with a counter blow from his hammer. A particle beam flew between Orobos and Tanus as it struck a group of zombies charging into the rooming, obliterating them and sending body parts across the area. Tanus’ normally crisp crimson armor was becoming a deepening shade of black as more and more vosghouls fell to his hammer blows. As orobos felled another three of the creatures with a mighty cleave, Tanus heard a buzz in his ear.

“Tanus, you still alive.”

“Jeg? Is that you?”

“The one and only.”

Tanus stepped back as another two zombies charged; a pair of quick blows sent the skulls to pieces as he continued on.

“How the hell did you get any communications through? It’s an ion storm out there.”

“I know. The Dominion has arrived, and we’re going to get you out there. Can you explain the situation?”

“No, not really. As a matter of fact, this is a really bad time to be talking right now.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because my nightmares are trying to eat me.”

There was a pause on the other line; Tanus filled in the silence with a violent crunch as he crushed in another skull.

“What now?”

“Jeg, there a freaking zombies, and Blackjack is one hell of a bind here. As are all of the squads, provided they’re still alive. We need evac now.”

“All right. They will coming down with some back-up now. Gunship will be on the way soon. I’ll hail the other squads. Just make sure you stay alive.”

“You got it. Tanus out.”

As another zombie fell to Tanus’ hammer, Tanus turned his head and looked at Loran.

“Loran, blow the wall! Now!”

Loran nodded, turned and raised the J-4. He pulled the trigger. A rocket burst out and slammed into the wall, blowing it apart as stone rained down on the ground below. Tanus started to back off after he slew another two zombies.

“Blackjacks, fall back! Hit the skies and don’t look back!”

And one by one, Blackjack squad blasted out of the Citadel. Tanus and Orobos were the last ones to blast out, cleaving through zombies as they went. As they flew off, the citadel fell away into the distance, but the screams of the dead could still be heard beneath them. As they drew further away, a tall black fortress could be seen in the distance. Tanus just hoped that the nightmare would end soon.


All at their own pace (which was quite fast as they were all being pursued by fearsome creatures that rarely anyone has ever heard of, let alone faced before), each of the four squads converged on the Bando Gora Monastery. Backup was coming....relief....safety even. Survival was not entirely out of the question anymore. However, the support ships needed to get to them and currently each of them was fighting for the sole purpose of staying alive.

How long would everyone last? While there was indeed hope on the horizon for the pride and joy of the Stormtrooper Corps, there also was an imminent threat of destruction. Would this be the day that Wildcard Platoon met its match; or perhaps would they prove their usual worth and escape this nightmare to live another day? Only time would tell. Time....ironically was something they had both an abundance and shortage of. Wether they survived or perished on Kohlma, time was running out and would soon be over. At the same time however, everyone had spent more time on Kohlma than they should have - or more importantly: would have liked to. Fighting in a campaign for goals and a greater purpose is one thing. Living out a nightmare, is quite another. Time just seemed to have stretched on forever yet at the same time barely even moved. Even time had its limits and restraints though, nothing goes on forever....not even life. At some point, everything...everywhere...needed to come to an end. Perhaps....today would be that day?
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  RE: Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Sto
November 4, 2009 10:19:51 AM    View the profile of StarFruit 
“Keep moving, dammit!” Havock yelled to the squad, who was beginning to show their exausgtion from running. She looked up at the leads, Njall and Aeos. It was obvious that Aeos was once again having trouble with the whole idea of sprinting. The squad leader, used a burst of speed and sped up next to Aeos. “Hey, come on. We can do it. There aren’t any more in front of us, so you can fall back with Beta and them if you want to.” Her voice was loud, only so it could be heard over the thunder and lightning, but it still held the care that she had for her troopers.

Aeos nodded and began to fall back, nodding to Jaenna on the way as well. They all kept running, their minds on one thing and one thing only: Getting the hell away from the slimy bastards. Jaenna looked behind her, to see if they were still being chased. She clicked on her infrared vision on her visor to help her cause. It took her a few moments to adjust the settings, but finally she got it to where she could see if anything was following them. Her eyes widened and she began to slow down, her breathing heavy and shallow.

Havock looked back, rather confused on to why the ASL had suddenly began to slow down. The others slowed down with her. They were now at a soft canter going through the forest. The tress passed them, their shadows looming over the troopers, their branches seemingly reaching out to grab each and every one of them, only to devour their souls and spit the empty containers back out for the oozies to dissolve within their mass. The forest was a creepy place, which was why Havock wasn’t so keen on slowing down. Lightning struck again, lighting up the entire forest. Shadows flashed here and there, striking even more fear through the SL as she turned to look at Jaenna, still wondering why they had slowed down.

Finally, she decided to speak up. Her feet continued to hit the ground with a great ferocity, her want to get away obvious in the rough tenseness of her normally otherwise soft voice. “So Jaenna! Mind telling me why we are slowing down?”

The answer that went from the lips of the ASL to the ears of the SL were simple and blunt. “They aren’t chasing us anymore.” Jaenna stopped slowed to a stop, placing a palm on a tree to her left. Her breathing was ragged, a wheezing sound flaring up every few seconds.

“They… what?” Vee slowed to a stop as well, standing near Jaenna, looking down at the ASL, a confused look on his face. “How do you know?”

“I can’t hear them, we would be able to even through the rain and thunder.” She said through her wheezing and ragged breaths. She bent over, trying to catch her breath. Injuries that she had sustained to her chest and back during the Thrawn attack were beginning to catch up with her. She had never run that hard in her life, or rather not for quite a while. After a few moments she leaned back, hand still on the tree to steady herself.

“Are you going to be okay?” Karash asked as she took a few steps towards the ASL.

Jaenna waved his advance off, smiling behind her visor. “I’ll be fine, Kar. Thanks though.” She looked to Vee, then to Havock. “Plus, I looked back a few moments ago, using my infrared. There was nothing there. They might have found something else to chase. But I won’t count on it. Those bastards were persistent.” The ASL took a few deep breaths, finally steadying her breathing. She stood at her full height, placing her palms on the small of her back. She bent backwards and sickening snap was heard as her vertebrae released trapped air. She sighed in relief and shook her head. “There we go. Finally.” She chuckled, and looked back to Havock again. “There is still the chance that they are following us. But since I don’t see them or hear them, I think it’s safe to take a few minutes to figure out what we are going to do besides just run.” Jaenna’s expression was hard.

Havock nodded slowly, looking around to each of the other troopers. She was contemplating. Jaenna sighed and walked up to the Sergeant, placing a hand on her shoulder. She squeezed gently. “Look, I know we were all scared. But we are the RAIDERS, we are better than just running away. We need to get our bearings, and figure out if any of the other squads crashed here as well.” Jaenna looked deep into the empty visor, hoping that it was Havock’s eyes she was staring at.

“Uh, guys. Sorry to ruin your little moment, but I hear something.” Vee spoke up, his grip tightening on whatever weapon he had in his hands.

Beta spoke up then. “Yeah, I hear it to.”

Grahim came up next to Vee, looking from him, to Jaenna, then to Havock. His exposed ears perked up, the gungan using his enormous ears for what they were supposed to be used for. “Itssa not da slimies.” Everyone looked at him, surprised that he would actually decide to USE that ability at a time like this.

“I think he’s right actually.” Vee said as he began to listen up as well. “It sounds like the Horsies.”
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  RE: Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Sto
November 4, 2009 12:14:27 AM    View the profile of Saphira Striker 
"Shit! They are getting closer!" Tank cried out as he shot past MadMan.


"Told you not to look." Lucky counterd as Saohira stumbled. Helping her up they focred themselves to keep running. Their bodies were bruised, stiff and sore. Saphira imagined what they all looked like under the helmets. Sweat beaded and ran down her backside and only added to the misery. The constent battle cries  of the BloodSuckers, was the only thing keeping them going.

"I swear, when we get back I am never going to leave the barracks again in the dark." MadMan yelled as he switched hands to hold his weapon.

"Too scared of the dark?" Saphira sneered from behind the mask.

"Shut up!" Madman retorted.

"Knock it off. Don't make me come back there." Lucky spoke up. There was venom in her voice, only directed at MadMan for the moment. It was bad enough their nerves were high. They didn't need to snap just yet.

"I see something!" RK shouted, breaking up their attention. Eyes forward they could see the shape of another building. Much larger then the Citidal. There were also people there waiving them over.


"I think it's another squad!" Tank replied.

"You think? I don't see any glowing red eyes. I'll take my chances." Saphira growled and forceed herself to move faster. The closer they got, the Horses could see that they were friendlies. Friendlies that were happy to see them as much as they. It was short lived though as they made it and blasted past them shouting orders.

"Nice to see you all too." Havock replied to them. The others started to talk all at once. Saphira and Lucky trying to tell them what was chasing them when they were all cut off by the ear piercing cries.


"What was that?" Jaenna asked.


"Youre worse nightmare..." RK whispered as the glowing red eyes came above the hill and were visible, and getting closer.
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  RE: Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Sto
November 4, 2009 3:17:02 PM    View the profile of Garryll Gates 
Blackjack hummed a half-dozen feet over the ground on jetpacks. The squad had quite the use for them during the siege of Tadath and dozens of other battlefronts across VE space. Unfortunately, they hadn’t packed much fuel, forgoing a large fuel tank for more ammo and weaponry.

“Already running out of fuel,” noted Tanus. “Only a bit left.”

The jetpacks sputtered for another hundred meters before dying all at once. Gates shrugged his off and dumped it into the dust. Freed from the cumbersome device, he stretched his shoulders and looked back at the citadel they’d come from. Even a kilometer away, he could see the undead boiling around it, searching for their prey. Already, a huge mob of them were following the Blackjacks, stumbling and running at them. They were numerous and relentless.

“Move it, Blackjacks,” Gates cautioned. “Get those jump packs off and let’s go.”

The other troopers in red yanked the heavy devices off and dropped them unceremoniously. Living was a lot more important than keeping gear in good shape at this point.

They took off at a light jog, headed for the large structure they’d seen from the citadel. The inhumane screaming came from the assembled mob hot on their trail. The Blackjacks ran lightly, knowing they could never outrun the things indefinitely, but knew they could reach the ever-growing structure to make a stand, and even get off this hellhole. Knowing they were headed for a position they could take and hold was quieting everyone’s nerves. Even the huge crowd that was following them couldn’t damper the high mood that also accompanied the possibility of evac and withdrawal.

“What’s that?” asked Abalar, pointing down range through a break in the scraggly trees at a structure. Gates’ heart sank. It was another citadel, and where there was another citadel, there were bound to be more of the undead.

“We just can’t catch a break here, can we?” Gates nearly spat. “This entire kriffing planet is out to bloody get us! The dead are out to get us! The weather is even out to get us!”

“Seemingly,” Tanus said, but Gates could almost hear a smile in his voice. “But not everything on this rock is from this planet. Tell me what you think that is.”

Tanus pointed and Gates looked. It was a bunch of Stormtroopers running like their hair was on fire. What was so special about that, Stormtroopers were a dime a dozen in warzones…

“Oh,” Gates said, feeling a grin stitch across his face. “That looks like VE backup to me.”

“It’s not the Raiders, is it?” asked Corvin.

“If it is, you’ll keep your trap shut,” Gates said.

The Blackjacks were ahead of their unidentified allies, and loped easily to intercept them.

“’lo, Blackjack,” the lead soldier said, breathing heavily from the squad’s frantic run.

“Good to see a friendly face, Wraiths,” Tanus said, identifying the speaker as Ron, Squad leader of the Wraiths. “Have fun tussling with the undead?”

“What?” asked Tanus’ counterpart. “Undead? We were fighting some mutated Gora Beast things. What the hell were you guys fighting?”

Gates’ temporary good mood plummeted and he looked back the way the Wraiths had come. Large creatures were following, and they didn’t look remotely humanoid.

“How about we go back to running?”
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  RE: Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Sto
November 4, 2009 4:43:48 PM    View the profile of Havock 
“Your worst nightmare...”

Havock looked up the small hill just twenty meters or so behind the combined squads. A dozen or so pairs of red eyes looked back at her, she heard a howling that was decidedly not human then the eyes narrowed and began descending the hill.

The rain continued to pound the top of her helmet, the flashes of lightning only made their situation more clear and disturbing. Havock liked the rain, usually. This was probably the only time she could remember not appreciating it. The thunder smacked her ears after another lightning strike, she didn't jump, her eyes were still fixed on the red dots weaving through the trees towards them.

“Hav.” She turned towards Aeos' voice. The combat engineer was standing towards the back of the group, she had trouble running as it was and her injury from the crash didn't help matters any at all. “Over there.”

She followed the extended arm that was pointing slightly to the south west of where the red eyes were approaching. Looking through the infrared filter she could see the globular figures of the blobs also making their way through the forest towards them. They had fallen behind but apparently taking this opportunity to catch up. “Great.”

Walking back to where Saphira, Luckystar, Jegora and Jaenna were standing, she touched her ASL on the arm. She was stiff and jumped when Havock approached. They must have been swapping stories on the creatures the squads had encountered. She knew there was no time for that, just time to run. “Our nightmare caught up to us too apparently. I think its time to keep running.”

Saphira nodded. “I was thinking the same thing, let's go.”

Decembrist was right next to Havock. “I thought your girlfriend said they stopped chasing us.”

She shot him a waisted glare since they were both in helmets. “Don't be an ass Vee. Stick close to Ae, I don't want her to fall behind, comm me right away if she needs help.” They were jogging and picking up the pace, she could feel him about to complain and snapped around grabbing his armor. “Now, Sergeant.”

She could hear him growl, but watched as he fell into pace with Aeos towards the rear of the groups. The squads seemed to stick together as they ran. The ground was slippery and more than once Havock found herself stepping on what should have been solid ground but was now more of a deep puddle of muddy water.

“Messa see something.” Havock glanced over at Grahim, he loved this type of weather and probably could see better than most of the squad. Then again they all had vision enhancing helmets on as well. He pointed ahead of them. “Looksa, see it, Havvy.”

Havock had to squint in the rain but she could make out something that was definitely not a natural part of any forest. They were still too far away to make out the details of the structure, but she could tell that it was made by life more intelligent then the things chasing them. Maybe its another citadel, crap, maybe it has its own monster. Frak me.

They had no choice, they had to head towards it they needed a position they could defend. There was no way they could run forever, and like Jaenna said, they were RAIDERS they could figure this out until the Dominion's help arrived.

“Jaenna!” She yelled into the comm to get her ASL's attention. Jaenna almost skidded to a stop then caught a glimpse of the creatures behind the squads gaining on them, that prompted her to continue to jog. “There is a structure up ahead. Lets get there, see if we can defend the position, we can't keep running.”

“Agreed.” She hit a button to open the comm to the rest of the squad while Havock relayed what she had said to Saphira and Luckystar. “Guys building up ahead. Be on alert, if its clear lets get ready to deal with these...creatures. We just need to hold out until the Dominion can pick us up, come on RAIDERS not much farther.”

Beta tripped and slammed into a tree, he would have fallen over if Havock didn't grab his arm and prevent it. “Beta, are you alright?”

“Ye...gah!” When he put pressure on his left ankle he cried out. She quickly put his arm around her shoulder, it was clear that he had twisted his ankle, or worse. But neither she nor Karash were going to have the chance to look at it properly until they had secured a location. The two of them had fallen behind the rest of the group a bit, even Aeos and Decembrist were ahead of them.

They started to run as best they could together, a noise next to Beta made them both turn to look. Something skinny and grotesque with long teeth and red eyes screamed not five feet from his face. “Holy hell!” Havock grabbed Beta around the chest and spun him in her direction. Another noise to her right caught her attention, and she grabbed her blaster as a blob dove towards the red-eyed creature devouring it. The sounds were awful as the red-eyed creature screamed and the blob sucked and slurped.

She felt Beta jump then relax quickly. She looked next to Beta and saw Karash standing there, his pistol was drawn but his eyes were examining the injured trooper on her shoulder. “You two alright?”

“We need to go, now.” She had to swallow to keep what was left of the food in her stomach were it was. Karash nodded and put his arm around Beta opposite of Havock and the three of them ran to catch up with the others.
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  RE: Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Sto
November 4, 2009 5:19:48 PM    View the profile of Rogueboy 
“Ain’t that some shit.” Rogueboy muttered to himself as Ron had gone to greet Tanus from Blackjack.

The two squads approached each other, impending doom following both of them and they greeted each other. Rogueboy nodded to Garryll and Corvin, the only two troopers he really got to know in his rather short stay in Blackjack. Garryll nodded back but Corvin pretended not to notice, Alex kind of expected that since RB had left under less than pleasant circumstances.

“So where are we running to?” Rogueboy asked one of the Blackjacks, who he suspected was Abalar.

“Away from these bastards, not much more clear then that.” She said matter of factly.

“Cute.” The Wraith trooper muttered as he turned around and fired a grenade from his launcher into the wave of creatures behind the two squads.

Opening up the launcher’s canister Rogueboy popped out the six empty shells of the used grenades and began reloading it. “I knew I should have brought a second bandolier!” Rogueboy complained aloud as he only had enough ammo left for three shots.

Thumbing the safety on, RB swung the launcher over his left shoulder as he brought the RB-407 over. “Shit!” Someone yelled.

“What is it?” Rogueboy called back, as he was preoccupied with firing while running backwards.

“Marshland!” Someone called back.

“Damn it! There’s just no good news is there?” Anival said.

Nodding his head in agreement RB brought down one of the creatures that had originally been following Blackjack; it’s skin was in the process of falling off and reminded Alex of a zombie horror movie.

“Reminds me of The Returning, I’ll never forget that holofilm, gave me nightmares when I was little.”  Kanderin said.

A few others nodded agreements, RB new saw the film so he didn’t say anything. “Flyers!” Someone yelled out.

Both squads turned around and loosed some bolts at the flying beasts, half of which were killed in the first volley. “Keep running!” Ron encouraged.

Running through the swampy ground was not easy, and fatigue started to show on the troopers; most of whom had been running for about twenty standard minutes.  “Think...we’re...going....to *Cough* need...a...break.” Warbird wheezed.

“I second that.” Someone from BJ said.

“Good thing the VE is not a democracy otherwise you would all be dead!” Tanus called back.

“How far back are they?” Someone else asked.

Half the troopers glanced over their shoulders, RB being one of them. “Might want to run faster because they’re catching up!” Hassar shrieked.

Rogueboy could tell that Ron was talking to Tanus through the comlinks and he could probably guess what their discussion was about. Tanus probably wanted to counter-attack the creatures, running was never his style. Whereas Ron would be suggesting that they be cautious and continue running until they have a considerable distance before turning around and picking them off. Truth was that there was no win-win situation; either they turn around and get slaughtered now, or they run until they can’t run anymore and get slaughtered then. Overall the situation looked grim, and these beasts and “undead” as Tanus had called them don’t look like they were fatiguing all that much. There was always the third option, sacrifice a few soldiers so that the rest could get away. Usually in that scenario, one would require volunteers, and volunteers usually don’t last that much longer than a few missions.

“Where..are..we..headed?” Rogueboy finally called out.

“When I had spoke to the Dominion, there was a map posted near the comms array. We’re heading towards a building labelled “The Monastery”.” Ron answered loud enough so everyone could hear.

“Why are we going there?” Corvin asked.

“Because it’s far from here.” Tanus snapped back.

“What...if...there..are...more *Cough* of...them there?” Loran questioned.

“Well, you make sure you point that dinky little rifle of yours at them and pull the trigger.” Ron joked, except no one laughed.

“That really wasn’t funny Ron.” Rogueboy stated.

“You try a better one.” Ron stated.

Clearing his voice Rogueboy started his joke. “Alright guys...how many undead beasts does it take to kill the elite squad another squad?”

“I heard this joke before!” Someone called to a chorus of boos.

“Bah fine! You bastards.” Rogueboy called back.

“Are we there yet?” A member of Blackjack called out.

“No.” Ron called out.

Inside Alex laughing as he asked. “Are we there yet?”

“If you don’t knock it off, I’ll order you guys to stop.” Ron called to a short chorus of laughter before the squads realized he was serious.
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  RE: Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Sto
November 5, 2009 1:49:18 PM    View the profile of Saphira Striker 
Can things get any worse?

Saph thought as the others had told her of the slimy goo that was the other squads issue when they were on their own. In the end they all started to move again. Everyone was tired, hungry, irritated and scared. Catching up near havock, she ground her teeth as she nearly lost her balance.

"You alright?" Hav asked

"Yea, I'm fine. Just don't try to fight these things in the open. They are insanely hard to kill." Saphira growled.

"I can tell. Your whole squad is covered-"

"I know. It took some high explosives to ride the first wave we had. They don't seem to stop. A whole blaster clip only seems to barley phase them." Saphira interrupted Havock. "If we have these things, I hate to see what the other's are dealing with."


"Best to hope we don't." MadMan yelled from behind them. Yet, deep down they knew in their gut that things were going to go from worse, to straight hell on this planet. Their only hope was to stay together and pray to whatever god they believed in ( if any) to be rescued.

"RK, Still enjoying this wonderful paradise?" Tank poked.

"Shut up Tank." RK shot back.

Everyone, despite running for their lives, seemed to have enough energy to pick on each other. At this point, Saphira was almost too tired to say anything. Lucky wasn't.

"You all stop! Save the energy for fighting. If you all have so much to say, maybe you want to stay behind?" Lucky barked.
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  RE: Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Sto
November 5, 2009 3:27:37 PM    View the profile of Hassar 
Hassar rolled his eyes at the squads' feeble attempt at humor. He highly doubted anyone had a joke that could make anyone laugh sincerely in a situation like this. However, Ron's remark had managed to produce a smirk on the privates face from underneath his helmet.

The rain pelted Kyrus' red armor, creating a steady white noise that enveloped his helmet. Water was trickling down the side of his head, as droplets of rain found its way down through the crack in his helmet. He had sustained the damage to his armour from an encounter with one of the foul creatures that Blackjack had been constantly fighting against since landing on this rock.

Kyrus quickly glanced behind him, and saw, to his dismay, that they were still being followed. Not that he expected the zombies or the other creatures (Gora Beasts, if he remembered correctly) to stop their pursuit. He had a small hope that maybe the monsters would attack each other when they were close enough to each other. They didn't seem to be bothered by each other, and were perfectly content with chasing after the stormtroopers together. He did notice that the gora beasts were perfectly content with trampling over the undead, but that didn't necessarily mean anything, since the rest of the undead seemed to have no problem with running over their own kind, as well.

Both squads were jogging at a good steady pace. Kyrus wasn't having any problem with keeping up, for now. He was used to running, as he had been for most of his life. He imagined that if he had never joined the army, and settled down on a nice, quite planet, somewhere like Dantooine, that he would be a running man. Jogging helped to clear his mind, but lately the only time he ever got to go out and jog was when he was running for his life, which disappointed him a little. Still, his mind was starting to clear up, and he he didn't feel as mentally fatigued as he had before, which sometimes was better than a bacta patch.

"Heads up," RB said as more flyers came in above them.

It was hard to aim up and run at the same time, so Kyrus turned around and shot up at the airborne beasts, running backwards as he did so. One of the flyers was unfortunate enough to take a shot directly to its head, and with a screech, it fell to the damp ground. A while later it was lost from sight as it became trampled over by thousands of claws and feet.

As more of the creatures fell from the sky, someone laughed and then imitated the sound of a starship crash landing.

"Neeeeooooowww... BOOM!" Loran laughed heartily as the creature hit the ground.

"May-Day! May-Day!" someone else chimed.

Kyrus smiled, tickled by his own amusement at the childlike sound effects.

"Come on, knock it off." Ron said half-heartedly, firing off a few more rounds into the flock of beasts. A few more chuckles were heard over the com, before the squads finished off the last of the creatures.

"Alright, squad keep up the good pace. We're getting closer." Tanus called back.

"How much further?"

"Don't even think about starting that up again." Ron started. He sounded slightly annoyed, but there was a joking tone contained in his voice.

Both squads seemed to be getting along pretty well with each other, and their spirits had definitely picked up since meeting up with each other. Kyrus guessed that this may have had to do with the fact that there was now a fighting chance of leaving this moon. At the very least surviving a while longer if they made it as far as the Monastery.

Kyrus knew deep inside of him that they would make it off alive. He knew because there was no way that he would die such a pitifull death as being eaten alive by zombies, gora beasts, or any other sithspawning creature that tried to go up against the combined fury of Blackjack and Wraith.

With a grin, Kyrus looked over and called out, "Are we there yet?"
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November 5, 2009 8:31:32 PM    View the profile of voren-tusserk 
Vor'en trudged along with the rest of the squad when he heard Tank and RK's argument. He was gonna say something when Lucky responded for him.

"You all stop! Save the energy for fighting. If you all have so much to say, maybe you want to stay behind?" Lucky barked.

Vor'en chuckled. He needed something to keep the tiredness and nerviousness off of his mind. He punched Tank's shoulder as he passed him.

"Try not to kill RK. We need every man we got." the Trandoshan smiled.
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November 6, 2009 6:36:16 AM    View the profile of JagoBallium 
Jago trudged onward through the rain and exhaustion. He began wondering what he had done to deserve a first mission like this. He glanced around at the squad, unable to read any kind of expression through the helmets. With a quick look behind him he could see the blobs were preoccupied with engulfing their screaming victims rather than catching up with them.

The first break we’ve had all day. Jago thought with a sigh of relief. “Say everyone take a quick look behind us. It would appears as though the hunters don’t wanna share.” he called out to the squads over the comm. Most of the squad looked back and a bit of relief could be seen as their bodies seemed to ease a bit from being tensed up.

“Ha ha, seems like it,” Tank said, “Say does this mean we can take a break?”

Lucky turned and sighed, “I suppose.” Then in a louder voice barked, “Alright everyone we have five minutes! The minute any of you see either the blobs or the bloodsuckers advancing on us again we get up and move!”

Jago hefted his equipment off his back and sat on it looking over at RK and asking, “Say RK, could you tell me more about Mandalorians?”
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November 6, 2009 8:58:13 AM    View the profile of Corvin 
The shriek echoed across the barren plains. A moment later, three red-brown outlines appeared on the heat sensors of the two squads. A shot rang out, and a mass of warped bones and feathers plumeted into the mud at the troopers' feet.

"More fliers incoming." Tanus said calmly.

"Again, sir?" Corvin asked, mock-seriously, from his position at the rear of the formation.

"Again."

Corvin followed the gora beasts's path with his carbine barrel as they flew towards the now-stationary squads.

He'd dropped his shotgun during the last chaotic moments of the stand in the citadel, and was using the standard issue EE-3 he'd brought as a back-up weapon. A combat knife was strapped to his belt, ready to be used at a moment's notice. Dead or not, they'd still be cut by a vibroblade.

Several of the Wraiths opened fire, sending a volley of blaster bolts towards the circling creatures. Almost contemptuously, the gora adjusted their flight, and the bolts went wide. A moment later, they dropped onto the stormtroopers, their clawed feet extended.

The gora beasts didn't land so much as fall from the sky, splattering the two squads with mud. Pulling themselves out of the muck, the creatures shrieked in unison, then tried to lunge at the nearest troopers.

A dozen blaster bolts whistled through the air, hitting the things head-on and tearing them to shreds. Three heaps of half-melted scales and burned feathers flopped to the ground, smoldering before blurring into the thickening mud.

"Keep moving." Ron ordered a moment later. The troopers ran again, their breath coming through filters as ragged hissing. Behind them, a solid wall of corpses advanced, striding through the muck without even looking down.

Dozens, if not hundreds, of dead eyes stared at the squads, their owners' purpose quite clear. Here and there, mutants bounded ahead of their reanimated counterparts, teeth gnashing together in rabid fury and claws tearing through the air as though it was stormtrooper armour.

If they ever got within close-quarters, Corvin thought, it might as well be. The Wraith's scout armour certainly hadn't helped them much, or Arok.

Arok was dead. The thought felt strange in his mind. The arrogant young trooper had always had an overinflated opinion of his own skill, and his contempt for authority had grated on Corvin's sensibilities, but dead?

Without Tanus to keep him safe and on a short leash, he'd probably tried to do something stupid and gotten himself killed.

Corvin wasn't sure what he felt. Not mourning for sure, as wrong as that might be. Not much of anything. That was probably wrong too.

No time to worry about that now. No time to worry about anything except running.

"Frak, frak, frak..."

One of the gora beasts, slightly larger and faster than the others, jumped through the air, landing close to the rearguard. Corvin could see a pair of eyes behind a long muzzle. They glinted with a rage that wasn't quite mindless.

These things were different from the corpses the Blackjacks had been cutting down. These could think,after a fashion, and wanted nothing less than the deaths of every single Blackjack and Wraith.

The gora beast snarled, its thick fur matted with mud and other things. A durasteel collar glinted at its neck, a control panel barely visible under a coat of muck. It snared again, lips pulled back to reveal oversized, yellow canines and pointed teeth.

The snarl vanished a moment later with the rest of its head as the three rear troopers emptied their blaster clips into the monstrosity. Corvin fired shot after shot into its mouth, burning through its throat and leaving a crater in the back of the thing's head.

To his left, Warbird fired one, final shot into the twitching beast's spine. Incredibly, it had been moving until then, still trying to tear the troopers apart. This final wound was too much for it, however.

The beast shuddered once, then fell still.

Then the horde moaned as one.

A wave of sound washed over the troopers, their audio filters popping as they tried to tone down the howling of over a hundred throats. More and more were joining the horde, staggering towards the stormtroopers. Dead hands groped blindly at the air, only meters away now. Behind the squad, the fortress loomed, a crumbling grey protrusion again the darkening sky.

Corvin's mouth was suddenly very dry. Hands quivering slightly, he removed the depleted power cell from his EE-3 and pushed another one into place.

There was another moan. That damned moaning, coming from all around them now.

Corvin clutched his EE-3 in both hands and held the trigger down. Red energy poured from the weapon's barrel, slamming into the closest hostiles. The others joined in, as though following the same order. The corpses were thrown off their feat, chests charred and holed. Then they slowly got back up again.

Corvin yelled in frustration, then fired again. The same thing happened.

They were almost close enough to touch him now, withered feet throwing up mud as they sprinted across the plain.

"Run, you idiots!" Tanus yelled "Run!"
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November 6, 2009 10:30:20 AM    View the profile of StarFruit 
“What in the hell are they doing?” Jaenna growled as she heard the Horsies stopping behind them as the RAIDERS kept moving. She stopped and turned to run towards Iron Horse, her expression hard and angry behind the visor of her helmet. The rest of the RAIDERS slowed a bit, but kept going, knowing that Jaenna would be able to catch up. The Assistant Squad Leader trotted over towards LuckyStar.

One of the Horises looked up after taking off his helmet and almost fell backwards from the shock of seeing such an angry girl coming towards them. “Uh… Hey Boss?” He said to Lucky and Saphira. The two woman looked around to see Jae, standing right there.

Lucky stood, and looked at Jae. “What is it, Sergeant?”

“We need to keep moving.” Jaenna said, not even allowing a moment’s silence between the question and her answer. It was obvious through the ASL’s voice that she was overly annoyed at stopping and moving again, stopping and moving again. “Last time the RAIDETS stopped for a break, they caught up to us. If we keep fracking stopping every time they a little farther behind us, they are going to just keep catching up!” She shouted.

Lucky’s eyes narrowed, not liking the idea of being yelled at by Jaenna. The IH ASL tightened her fists, glaring at Jaenna with daggers in her eyes.

“Look,” Jaenna continued, pointing to the rest of the Iron Horse troopers. “Get them moving again. I’m not overriding command, I’m just telling you that you are going to die if you keep taking breaks. This isn’t just a freaking race. It’s a rush to get that whatever it is,” she pointed behind her at the rather large building that was still silhouetted by the night and the shadows of the forest. The two squads still had a ways to go before reaching the Monastery though. “and secure it so that we can get off of this damn rock! Now I say you guys need to keep moving! But if you wanna stay back here and die, be my guest.” Jaenna snorted in her annoyance and turned on her heal, beginning to walk slowly back to her squad, who was only meters ahead of her, resting for just a couple second, waiting for Jaenna to get back.

Jaenna heard Vee speak up and shout towards her. It sounded a lot like “Come on! Get a reing on those horsies and get going!” Jaenna chuckled at that, but kept walking a bit slower, her ears listening out for any movement behind her. Finally, as she was almost to the RAIDERS, she heard the Horsies get up and place their helmets back on. She smirked to herself, and started at a trot again, passing the RAIDERS.

“Let’s move.” Havock shouted as she and Karash hoisted Beta onto a better position on their shoulders, still helping him to move as both squads once again were making their way towards the Monastery in the distance.

The building grew larger and larger. The lightning flashes only increased the eerie feel of the whole situation. The rain continued to slam down on the squads, not only creating a mixture of disgusting mixture of mud under their feet, but also making the trek that much harder. The rain itself felt like it wanted to eat all of them. It continued to come down in blankets of unrelenting pressure. The troopers groaning as they moved towards the building, their hearts pounding from the lack of rest, their eyes straining to see through the rain, their legs and feet tired of the movement all together. But they continued to move through it all, their fight or flight response having taken obvious effect.

A voice rose above the thunder. It was Njall at the front of the RAIDERS line, his fist outward and pointing towards what appeared to be very large and cliche spooky doors at the base of the building. "Not a few more meters!" He shouted, his voice not only loud and rough, but holding a slight hint of excitement as he visibly picked up speed.

Havock laughed, happy to finally be at the stupid thing. "Come on! Not much farther!" She was about to pick up speed as well, but stopped as a painful grunt from Beta reminded her that she was helping a wounded trooper. Karash shot her a look and she grumbled and kept moving at her normal pace.

The ASL laughed as well, running along side Aeos, who's limbs were looking a littler more fatigued than every one else's. Jaenna laughed again and nodded towards the building. "Alright, hun. Not much further. You can do it." She said in a soft voice, yet still loud enough to be heard over the unrelenting rain. Aeos nodded and took a deep breath, then exhaled quickly, trying to get a steady rhythm going with her breathing, rather than just panting wildly. "If you feel like you're gonna pass out, I'm right here to catch you." Jae's soft voice spoke up again.

Aeos nodded and kept moving.

They burst through the doors, Havock and Karahs instantly moving to what looked like a small bench. They set Beta down and Karash knelt by him, taking inventory on the trooper's injuries. The rest of the troopers stumbled into the door, the rain coming in over the threshold. Aeos and Jaenna came in next, then Vee, then Grahim. Njall stood at the doors, waiting for those of Iron Horse to get in. Finally, the Horsies got into the building. Jaenna rushed over to the other door, and helped Njall with closing both of them. The shutting doors sent a loud 'boom' through the place.

"Awesome. It's dark. Now we can at least be eaten with out seeing our predators." Vee scoffed as he fumbled about in the dark.

Karash growled. "It would be a lot easier to fix Beta with light, yanno."

"Shush. All of you." Havock said as she pulled out five glowrods. She tossed one to Jaenna, one to Njall, one to Vee and one to Karash. She kept one of them. They all cracked them and the green-yellow light slowly flooded the foyer of the large building. The ceiling had to have been at least twenty or thirty meters up. The whole creepy feel of the place was almost too much for the troopers.

"Hurray for cliche." Aeos grumbled as she looked up at the ceiling.

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RAIDERS and Iron Horse are now in the Monathingy. Huzzah.
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  RE: Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Sto
November 6, 2009 11:16:10 AM    View the profile of Mustang21 
They ran, for what seemed like an eternity, but they ran nonetheless. Through the grime, the muck, the mud, and mostly, the fallen corpses. It was a field of death. From the dead bodies littering the ground to the dead shrubs, the dead trees, and even the walking dead. The whole planet was dead for all he could see.

Loran ran along as well. He didn't know where they were going and he wasn't sure that the squad leaders did either. It was nothing more than a tactical retreat bordering on a chaotic route. He surmised they were probably falling back to meet up with the other squads to regroup and re-deploy.

He had had enough of these undead shambling souls. All of them. He just wished he could be back home, with his wife and daughter. He joined the core for various reasons. One of which was to give him self an opportunity to return to his family. Or to bring them over the line back into his life. But they were in the Imperial Remnant. And the only way he was going to be able to get them was if he physically went himself. That, he surmised, would probably lead to a court marshal and probably imprisonment, if not summery execution.

He brought his mind back to the task at hand. They were still chasing him and his squad. Next to him in line Corvin spun around and let out a triple burst from his rifle. One of the creatures dropped and then it was Lorans turn. He spun around and followed suit dropping another of the retched creatures. And just for good measure, he lobbed a grenade as well. It exploded with a terrific thud, enveloping several of the creatures in the explosion and sending a few more flying through the air to land on their comrades. He heard the satisfying crunch and shattering of bone.

Tanus came over the comm just then, “Dammit Mustang. Save your grenades for when you need them. Because we're probably gonna need them soon.”

“Yes Sir” Loran replied.

They continued to run on. In the distance a structure appeared. As they came closer and closer, it appeared that the undead creatures would win their deadly race.

Just then Tanus yelled, “Now Blackjack! Hit the dirt!”

Without hesitation, and through training ingrained in him, of having orders barked at him, Loran through himself to the ground, landing in a huge pool of mucky brown goodness. And as he did so, an enormous volley of laser bolts and grenades rang out shredding the incoming creatures and sending chunks and pieces flying in many different directions. Loran risked a glance in the direction where the attack was coming from and saw a squad of Imperial Stromtroopers raining havoc down on their pursuers.

Suddenly a grenade landed in his puddle. He eyed it stupidly cursing the imbecile who threw it and made a mad dash for the live device. He sent it flying with as much strength as he could muster laying on the ground. Unfortunately it didn't have much left on the timer and exploded uncomfortably close to his position. The shock wave caught Loran unawares, sending him spiraling into a black oblivion.
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  RE: Something Wicked This Way Comes (Halloween Sto
November 6, 2009 1:08:25 PM    View the profile of Grahim 
"Hurray for cliché." Aeos grumbled. Grahim looked over at the girl and saw that she was looking at the ceiling. He got curious what she meant and looked up and saw paintings of getting killed by priests or cultists or something, he was sure they were religious in some way. Then he saw that there were pipes destroying the beautiful paintings that he thought had been put there recently.

The two squads kept walking further into the monastery. Grahim were not sure he liked a large quantity of troopers going in one place he liked it better when they were two or three. It was easier to be found and killed, but it is not up to him to decide what they should or not should do. It was up to the squad leaders and Jegora of course.

Sometimes they heard splashing sounds that were proof that the slime creatures were inside the monastery searching for them. Otherwise the only sound you heard were the sound of people walking.

“I can’t stand this.” A Iron Horse trooper whispered.

“Well then you maybe shouldn’t have signed up to be a trooper in the Imperial Army.” Jaenna said.

“Sergeant Jaenna, you should really not be such a…” LuckyStar started but was interrupted

“Wesa should notsa be fighting our own ranks when wesa have lots of datsa slime dat wants to kill us lurking in our shadows.” Grahim said and started to walk again. He knew the tensions that were building up were because everyone was scared to the bone but no one wanted to admit it. Grahim were scared but he did not want to show it to anyone because every one here was supposed to be tough soldiers, that should be able to keep their heads cool at all times. But then again they were still living creatures and not robots.

The two squads walked around inside the monastery without finding anything of interest or a place to get some rest before going on. They walked in a corridor when they saw light coming out of a room, the room was just a short bit ahead. The large gathering of people ran towards the room. They all were shocked by the sight when they looked into the room.

“Who the hell could have done this?” Havock yelled.
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