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Topdog1105

Heavy Weapons Specialty
Level 1: Cover Tactics
Story 1: Fire Support Tactics

this is the redo of the first i hope its better


Blane sat in his chair, watching the instructor talk about tactic 18, for the third time. His ADD was kicking in again; he did not know how much longer he could sit with his back perfectly straight. His eyes darted around the room and finally landed on that blonde, in the second row. His teacher must be a force sensitive or some thing because as soon as his mind wandered, he said, recruit Baragammon, when executing tactic 18 were should you stand? Blane had to think quickly, he had studied the night before, but could not think of the exact answer. So he took a guess, position A? The teacher stared back him with a blank face, then shook his head and stated, “That’s correct” and turned back to the holoscreen. Blane sighed and went back to checking out that blonde.

3 days later;
Alpha squad needs back up, Sarge yelled as Blane boarded the shuttle. Alpha and Beta Squads had been ordered to take a remote listening post, on some planet on the outer rim. At first command had thought that a single squad of troopers would be more enough to overwhelm the small security force left guard it. But because of it remote location, and that it was situated on a lone precipice of rock, with the only access was across a narrow well defended bridge. Blane was leaning against a bulkhead to offset some of the weight of his heavy repeater, and looking out the open door. Fifteen seconds the copilot yelled back, and Sarge went over the battle routine again, were going to use attack plan 18, Topdog, yellow Jacket your going to provide cover from up on that ledge, the rest of you were going to land in the middle of the bridge and save Alphas sorry butts. As the shuttle approached the ledge Blane and Yellow Jacket got out the shuttle, both ducking for cover and wait for Sarge’s order to open up. With in seconds of reaching the bridge Beta squad had hit the ground and was already raising cane. Sarge gave the order to take out targets of opportunity and to support both squads on there advance to the facility. Every thing was going well; both squads had gotten to the end of the bridge and were securing the doors, when a sniper took out yellow Jacket. Blane searched to find the sniper and was calling out for covering fire, and then he spotted him. Sitting at the top of the tower, the sniper had a commanding view of the whole battle field, but he was to late, right as he lined up his sights to put an end to that dissident, and avenge yellow Jacket, the sniper fired. The shot hit Blane right between his eyes, he fell back and the whole world went black.

Then he heard those dreaded word, simulation terminated, simulation terminated. Yellow Jacket, rolled over and said “I wish they would turn down the pain sensors, they always give me a head ache” he was going to say some thing else, when the intercom cut him off. “Please report to the ready room for debriefing”, Blane turned and said, here we go again. As they entered the ready room, they took a seat in proper places, the gunnery sergeant turned, and said good job troopers because of your actions, Alpha’s sharp shooter was able to take out the sniper and complete the mission. Both Blane and yellow Jacket looked at each other with puzzled faces. Sir we died, Blane said, doesn’t that mean that we failed? To there shock the man looked at them and said no, if you had not been helping your squad out in the way you did the sniper might have chosen a more valuable target, like sarge or one of the medics. He finished by saying report back tomorrow at 0800 for further training drills, Dismissed! Blane shrugged as he walked out the door, and said nice to know you’re valuable, Yellow Jacket just laughed.