Wraith was being put through their paces by Raziel.  "Move it, move it.  I don't want to see any slackers out there.  Come on Kiption, my mother runs faster than that."  "I'll show you how your mother runs...," Kiption muttered under his breath.  It was the same old crap again, run around this course, jump over this obsticle, crawl through this bunch of mud.  It was getting old.  "Come on Kip," Dragoon said from in front of him, "His mother could do better than you, you're one lousy trooper."  Kiption picked up some speed.  "Have you even seen his mom?  People meet her think that she's his dad."  More obsticles. A trooper came running onto the obsticle course and ran straight up to Raziel.  "What are you looking at scum?!?!?!?  Nobody said to stop!!!!  Double Time it!!"  All the troopers let out a groan and slowly started to pick up their pace.  "SGT Kiption, Front and Center!" "Haha, you're frewed."  Dragoon said between breaths.  "Yea, bite me."  Kiption turned away from the pack of troopers and headed in towards the center of the track and Raz.  "Move it Kiption."  Raz was yelling, "Come on, you had better move it faster than that.  The Colonel wants to see you.  Have a good time."  Raz gave a smile that would scare anybody, this is never a good thing. -------------------------------------------------- Kiption walked through the corridors to where the Army High Command hid their desks.  Few troopers were seen walking here, nobody really wanted to be around where these people worked.  You never knew what you could get dragged into.  At the far end he saw what looked like a small child walking down the hall.  SGT Tylen.  This was a kid that would make anybody that wanted to get any where in teh VE mad.  The kid was still a teenager and already outranked most of the members.  That kinda crap makes one sick.  Kiption passed him in the hall, giving him a slight nod.  "Sgt."  He said.  The only response was getting knocked into.  Always a good thing.... Kiption continued up to the Colonel's office and was greeted by his secretary.  "Good afternoon Sgt.  I'll let the Colonel know you're here."  "Thanks, ma'am."  Kiption moved over to look at the citations and pictures on the wall while the secretary made the call into the interior office.  "Sgt, you can go in now."  "Thank you ma'am."  Kiption colelcted himself and entered the inner office. --------------------------------------------------------- When Kiption finally got back to the Wraith bunk room, Dragoon was already sitting in there.  "What was that all about?"  Dragoon looked up from his magazine.  "I'm being reassigned...."  Kiption went to his bunk and started to gather up his things.  "You're kidding?"  Dragoon stood up to confront his friend.  "What the hell are they thinking splitting the two of us up?" "I dunno, apparently it's what is best, or something.  You'll have to ask the Colonel what his logic was."  "Yea well, the Colonel's gonna get something from me, I just don't think it's gonna be what he expected.  No more adventures of Dragoon, and his side kick Kip."  "Why the hell am I always the side kick?"  Kiption placed his uniforms in a duffel bag.  "You're just not as good looking as I am.  Who ever heard of an ugly hero with a good looking side kick?  And no, the Tick doesn't count.  They were both pretty ugly."  "Just shutup and help me carry this stuff."  Kip said to Dragoon handing him a box.  "What are you talking about, I'm not carrying your stuff.  YO CPL MERRICK!  Get over here and help my weakling friend out."  "You know you're such an ass."  Kiption said hefting his duffel up to his shoulder and going for the door, holding it open for Dragoon, who was carrying nothing, and Merrick who was carrying a box of stuff. "It's ok Kip, you don't have to be jealous of me."  The three of them walked down th hallway.  ------------------------------------------------------------- "You know, I've never seen this part of the base before.  You must be getting in one of them new squads.  HAHA, Kip's gonna be surrounded by newbies." "Yea, frew you."  They walked up to one of the doors.  It had just been marked for the paper around the markings was still there.  "Um.. Kip, you're um.. mistaken.  This is a Squad Leaders quarters." Kip pulled the paper around the markings off the door and walked in, with Merrick following.  Dragoon stood outside with his mouth hanging open.  "Just set that stuff on the bed over there Merrick.  Thanks."  Kiption went to the closet to drop his duffle bag.  From the hallway... "Oh hell no.  What the hell is this?"  Dragoon finally entered.  "This is so not frewing possible."  Kiption smiled.  "You know what this means right?"  Dragoon smiled back. "What's that?" "WE'RE GOING TO A BAR!!!"
 
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Just another pretty face....

Dragoon sidled up to one of the fine looking ladies at the other side of the bar.  With a smooth tap on the shoulder, he had her turn around to face him.  "Excuse me, miss," Dragoon said coolly.  "That guy over there," he pointed at Kiption's squat and kinda chubby figure, "just got promoted.  He said he was willing to pay you 50 ICs to help him celebrate."  The woman looked at Dragoon disbelieving.  Kiption looked at Dragoon and winked, although obviously for a different reason.  It played perfectly into Dragoon's hands. The woman stormed towards Kiption and tapped him on the shoulder.  Kiption spun around with a little grin on his face, but that grin soon met the fist of the woman.  Kiption fell onto the ground with a little blood at the corner of his mouth. Dragoon walked over and helped Kiption to his feet.  "What was that all about?"  Dragoon asked innocently. "I have no clue," Kip said looking at the blood on his hand.  "Oh sithspawn.  I can't even celebrate without things going wrong." "Shuddup and get drunk you pansy," Dragoon replied.  "I'm gonna hit the facilities." "Please, Don't say hit," Kiption yelled after Dragoon.  He was met with a rude gesture that consisted of one finger elevated in the air.  "Bah.  Anyways Merrick, where was I..."
 
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SSGT Dragoon
JESTER SQUAD BABY!!!!!!!!!!
(He's the Sexy One )

Sokudo came back to his quaters followed by a worker droid carrying a hover sled behind him filled with various guns and other equipment. He turned to the droid, "That's fine you can leave it here" then turned around and punched in the access code for the barracks room he was assigned to. ---------------------------------------------------- About an hour later he was done stocking his closet with all his new weaponary when his squad leader, Stormie barged through the door.  He quickly drew one of his new Intimidator pistols and had it trained on Stormies head before he realized who it was. After he recognized the leader of Drill Squad he set the gun down next to the matching one in a case at the bottom of the locker. Then looked at the Seargent Major. "Sok, you're being transferred. Your new assignment is a brand new squad being opened by Kiption, it's being called 'Jester Squad'. Congratz', Lance Corporal." Stormie said as he handed Sokudo a datapad with his new orders on it. "Oh, great, right after I stock my arsenal..." He muttered under his breath as he looked at the datapad's screen. He looked up at Stormie, "Thanks, pal, see ya around," and gave him a lax salute as he set to work packing up his new toys to move them again." ---------------------------------------------------- A couple hours later he finnally had his equipment moved to his new quaters and put on his new uniform that was waiting for him when he got there. He slid up his sleeves and attached his wrist lasers to his forearms then slid his sleeves back over them and put his twin set of Intimidator Repeating Pistols in their holsters then stepped outside into the night to make his way to the bar were all his other new squad mates where celebrating.   ----------------------- TRP/LCPL Sokudo/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE Jester Squad's Ninja

Private First Class Augustus blearily looked at the three empty mugs on his table. He had spent the last thirty minutes attempting to forget all of the training he had gone through earlier in the day. "Run this far. Shoot that target. Drop and give me eighty!" His table was otherwise empty; his fellow Drill Squad trainees were too tired even to slowly walk towards the bar to try to numb the pain. He looked up from his empty mugs, hoping to catch the eye of one of the increasingly attractive waitresses long enough to convince her to bring him another drink, just in time to see someone get knocked over by an angry looking woman. Another man approached him, talked briefly, and joined him at the bar with a group of people. Heedless Augustus rose from his table, hoping to get a bit of company in addition to another drink. He carefully picked his way over to the bar, aware that his coordination was much lower than the last time he had been fully upright. There were four or five of them sitting in a knot at the bar, Augustus wasn't quite able to count how many exactly at the moment, but that didn't matter that much anyway. He dropped himself down next to them. "Hey everyone!" he said, a bit too loudly. The group turned to look at him briefly, and then turned back to their conversation, ignoring him. Unimpeded, he blundered on. He stuck his hand out to the nearest one of them, the newest arrival to their group. "Hi, I'm Augustus!" he said to the man, again a bit loudly. This time only the man he had been talking to turned to him, the rest pointedly ignoring him, one snickered quietly. The man, trying to be nice, shook Augustus's hand. "Err... Hi there." he said, trying to be polite, "I'm called Stitch." "Oh, hey! That’s cool!" Augustus announced. "I'm kind of new here. Drill Squad, you know. I find alcohol numbs the pain quite well." "Alcohol can do that," said Stitch. Stitch then briefly explained why, and Augustus wasn't quite able to follow it in his addled state, but was sure it was quite informative. "Wow," he said. "Your smart," an understatement. "I'm a medic. We know these things." Stitch then attempted to politely turn back to his squad mates. Augustus got himself another drink from the bartender and then repeatedly attempted to interject himself into the conversation, succeeding only in being obnoxious.
 
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Private First Class Augustus Marius Carnifex
TRP/PFC Augustus/3SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE

Tylen stepped into the bar after having the small run in with the guard...nothing that a Dark Jedi could not handle.  He could feel the presence of a few people watching him as he was walking in.  He glanced around the room and took a seat at a table in a dark corner.  It was your typical bar setting on a Friday night.  A mass of older men who you could not understand, but could definitely smell from the lack of a shower for the day.  He had done a bit of research on his new squad before coming.  None of them were Jedi, and none were even close to his age and all of which were under his rank.  Tylen didn’t like this situation, especially in a bar…things never go right in a bar.  He looked over to his squad mates over at a table with mounds of empty glasses.  Everyone but the medic, Stitch seemed to be overly smashed.  “How could anyone destroy their physical and mental senses like that” Tylen thought to himself.  As a Jedi and because of his age, he could not understand the point and found it rather dense.  He pulled his thermal detonator out of his clothing and started to roll it around his hand and observed his squad.   ----------------------- Sith Guardian Tylen Jaap CM/SG Tylen Jaap/Elite Griffen Sect/VSD-II Griffen/VEDJ/VE [VP] TRP/SMJR Tylen Jaap/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE Jester Squad... 'If you spent as much time practising your swordsmanship as you do your wit, you could even rival Master Yoda' - Obi

As the drinks flowed and the alcohol began to take effect, really bad ideas entered Stitch's mind.  He took the empty stool next to Merrick at the bar, which used to be occupied by Kiption (who was now on the floor, hardly concious), and began to hit on Merrick.  "Sho.. You come hhhere offin?  Or are you frum out of tuwn?" Merrick downed her drink, set the glass down on the table, and swung a right hook at Stitch that sent him flying from his stool.  He landed on top of Kiption, who almost didn't seem to mind, aside from the piece of medical machinery in Stitch's right pantleg pocket that was digging into his crotch.  "Gittoffa mee" Kiption slurred.  Stitch, who could barely move, just rolled to the left and stayed there for a bit. "Bartender? BARTENDER?" yelled Stitch.  He could hear a sigh come from behind the bar that blocked his view, "What?"  Stitch tried to sit up, but fell backwards.  "Another Sluissi Shooter, my man!"  The bartender poured the shot and brought it around the bar, placing it on Stitch's chest when he wouldn't lift his hand to accept the drink. "Yerr a kind soul, Danny..  Can I call you Danny?  I doubt it's your name, but you look like a Danny." Stitch mumbled.  The bartender just shook his head and walked away.
 
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(+)  Private First-Class Stitch
Jester Squad - Combat Medic
MDC/PFC Stitch/Jester Squad/Storm Platoon/VEA/VE

How many doctors does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

Merrick sighed and yelled at Dragoon, "Some friend you are." She doubted that he would hear her, but anyway. She tried her best to drag the other Jesters out of the fight, in the hope she could prevent some of them dying. Merrick looked over at the kid sitting in the corner. 'He'd be a real help right now' she thought to herself. Then she went back to saving her friends, and cursing herself for not bringing a small weapon at least. Her sword would definitely have been useful. No point worrying about it now, though. Too far to go and get it.
 
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Skyalin Tel'sha
To thy protection fear and sorrow flee, and those that weary are of light find rest in thee.

Merrick picked up Kiption. "I think it's probably time that we went to grab some sleep. What ya think sir?" Kip muttered something no one understood. Stitch wandered up. "But its only... oh, 1am. Ok then. Need any help getting him home?" Merrick nodded. "But I'm sure that Dragoon will be happy to help. Won't you?" Dragoon looked over, opened his mouth to say something and then decided just to nod. All of the Jesters eventually made an effort to get out of the bar and back to their quarters.
 
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Skyalin Tel'sha
Jester Squad's chick with a sword
To thy protection fear and sorrow flee, and those that weary are of light find rest in thee.

Merrick woke up and groaned. Still morning, dammit. She sat up and watched Kiption walk back into the barracks. She mustered all her energy and half waved, half saluted. Kip nodded to her. "Go out and get something to eat." Merrick shook her head. "I don't think I can eat anything just yet. Feeling less than great y'know." Kip nodded. "Oh how I know." Kip sighed and sat down next to Merrick. Merrick laughed quietly. "You look like crap.. sir." Kip lifted his head from its resting place in his hands. "Like you can talk, trooper. Well, at least you don't look as bad I guess." Merrick smiled a fraction. "Careful sir, you're in danger of giving me a compliment." Kip laughed. "Ow, that hurt. Alcohol would be great without the hangover. Did we beat some guy up last night?" He looked at Merrick. She nodded. "Yup, Dragoon 'acidentally' got him to attack you, so we all got in on it. Then Dragoon and I carried you outta there. Sorry for any bruises, we dropped you a few times." Kip nodded. "That would be what I got yelled at for, then. And I probably have more bruises from all of Dragoon's so called jokes." Merrick laughed again. "Yeah, some friend he is." Dragoon appeared above them. "Who we talkin' about? Nice hangover Kip?" Kip merely grunted and walked back to his own quaters. Merrick made Dragoon go away and attempted to get some more sleep.
 
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Skyalin Tel'sha
Jester Squad's chick with a sword
To thy protection fear and sorrow flee, and those that weary are of light find rest in thee.

Merrick gave up trying to get back to sleep. She just felt too terrible. She rolled over to see someone storm out of Kiption's office, followed eventually by Dragoon. "Been in there harassing Kip again, Dragoon?" He shook his head. "I guess he had the right to make a fool of me. I just wish it had only been in front of Kip and not whoever that was." Dragoon pointed at the door, indicating the figure who had left before Dragoon emerged from Kip's office. Merrick laughed. "What he make you do? Get down and beg for his forgiveness?" Dragoon looked even more irritated. "Something along those lines. Who the hell was that anyway?" Merrick shrugged. "Feel too awful, didn't take notice. Don't worry, I'm sure only half the army will hear about it. And it's not like there's any women in the VE to hear about it and not want to come near you." Dragoon got up and wandered off, and Merrick spent some more time putting off actually getting out of bed. Standing up for longer than a few seconds was likely to still present a problem.
 
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Skyalin Tel'sha
Jester Squad's chick with a sword
To thy protection fear and sorrow flee, and those that weary are of light find rest in thee.

The Sun rose over the hilltop.  Tylen had not missed a run rise or sunset ever since he joined up with the Vast Empire.  But of course nothing could beat the sunrises of his radiation filled atmosphere, home planet of Ossus.  But this came in a very close second. Tylen had been up before the darkness fell to the light side almost every day to watch the sunrises.  It was something that was completely out of his power of understanding and control.  He was never able or willing to get a good night sleep.  His skill in meditation where far more functional and energizing the regular sleep…and it took nearly half the time “Hey kid…”  Kiption said walking toward the rock that Tylen placed himself on.  Tylen merely nodded as Kip walked closer.  “Not used to seeing someone of your age up this early.” Kiption added.  “It helps to not have a hangover…” Tylen replied, his ignorance getting the best of him. “True…but still.  Say…you made it in to the bar ok…why didn’t you bother to join us?”  Kiption inquired. “Do you remember anything that happened last night?” “Yes of course I do!…well…now that you mention it…not really.” Kip replied “I’m not one to jump into other people’s problems.”  Tylen said as he pulled a thermal detonator out of his robes.  He activated it and tossed it in the air a few times.  He looked down at Kip standing there nervously watching him play catch with the explosive.  Tylen gave a small laugh and tossed the thermal detonator over to Kiption.  Kip very carefully cradling it into his stomach… “What the hell are you doing!?”  The detonator let out several high pitched, very fast warning noises.  Tylen laughed and waves his hand in the direction of the detonator. “Hehe…just playin with ya…” Tylen answered back as the explosive was deactivated.  “You ever sat back and tried to realize the true power of such a little object…It’s quite impressive once you think about it.”  Kiption was awe-struck, still not realized what happened…still not quite over his hangover…”Well anyway…I’ll catch you later…I have some practice to get started with.  Tylen jumped off the rock and brushed by Kip who still stood there as his head came back to reality from his life flashing before his eyes.  Kip looked back over his shoulder to Tylen. "That wasn't funny!  Damn kids..."   ----------------------- Sith Guardian Tylen Jaap CM/SG Tylen Jaap/Elite Griffen Sect/VSD-II Griffen/VEDJ/VE [VP] TRP/SMJR Tylen Jaap/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE Little Ball of Death - Jester Squad 'If you spent as much time practising your swordsmanship as you do your wit, you could even rival Master Yoda' - Obi

Merrick wandered over and sat down next to Kip. "So who's winning?" Dragoon looked at Merrick and continued his story. Merrick looked at Kip's cards and then sat back to listen to Dragoon crap on about something that probably never happened. "Shut up and play Dragoon." It was Tylen. He was probably picking up on Dragoon's extreme 'good luck', or did he claim that it was skill? Foolish to play against a Jedi, even if he was only a kid, and cheat so obviously. "Yeah Dragoon, stop stalling and just play." This time it was Kip. Dragoon looked up, looking slightly surprised. Merrick laughed. "Now now, don't expose him just to get back at him for the big guy. Do something better to get back at him for that." Augustus and Tylen looked over at Merrick. "Expose him huh? Yeah I thought so." Tylen put down his cards and walked off. Augustus sat there looking at Dragoon, who didn't look very happy. "Good one Merrick." Merrick smiled again. "I try my best."
 
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Skyalin Tel'sha
Jester Squad's chick with a sword
To thy protection fear and sorrow flee, and those that weary are of light find rest in thee.

"No bars? But we can sleep in bars.. and drink too. Come on Kip." But he was already gone. Merrick sighed and looked at Dragoon. "Oh well. At least this way you can't get him attacked anymore." Dragoon shook his head. "I told him never to give out our secrets. You're gonna steal my best friend Merrick." Merrick looked thoughtful. "Well, at least I don't get women to slap him and huge guys to beat him up. Maybe he will be safer hanging around with me." She grinned at Dragoon's expression. "Ah don't worry Dragoon, I'm not gonna steal him off you. I know how much you love each other." She laughed and Dragoon just looked more annoyed. Merrick sighed, got up and wandered over to her bunk. She thought about making it, but just lay down on it instead. If there were to be no bars, and Dragoon was going to stay annoyed, then there was nothing else to do. She didn't even have a good book to read. She got up again and wandered around aimlessly for a bit, before heading towards Kip's quarters to see if he was doing anything interesting. Being bored was among the things she hated most. She knocked on Kip's door loudly. He pulled it open. "What is it?!" Merrick took a step back. "Nothing, just wondering if you were doing anything interesting 'cause I'm bored. I'll go away if you want." Kip shook his head. "Well I was just going to go to bed, I suggest you do the same." Merrick sighed but nodded, and started to wander off.   ----------------------- Skyalin Tel'sha Jester Squad's chick with a sword To thy protection fear and sorrow flee, and those that weary are of light find rest in thee.

Kiption didn't sleep.  If there was one thing he was good at, it was sleeping.  He had various styles of sleeping.  The "on the back" sleep.  The "lie down on the side" sleep.  The "oh my god this was a hard day, I'm gonna collapse on the bed" sleep.  The "I should never have woken up today, I'm gonna curl up in the fetal position and hope that this kind of thing never happens again" sleep.  But tonight was different.  Tonight he suffered from what he liked to call, "WHOO HOOO!!! When I wake up tomorrow I get to play with cool things" insomnia.  Eventually he did sleep, but it was more due to lack of something better to do than anything else, and even then it wasn't for very long.  The sound of an alarm clock can be very annoying.  'Not my favorite way to start the day,' he thought to himself.  He crawled out of bed, threw on some clothes, and went to his console to see if the universe slept while he did.  Never was the case.  Further proof that the universe didn't revolve around him.  'Caffine good.' He poured himself a cup, filling the cup too much.  'Oh well.  Time to wake up the troops.'  He exited his quarters into the barracks.  Fumbeling on the side wall for the switch.  His fingers finally found it, found the proper interface and pressed it in.  Light flooded the room.  Tylen was already gone, prolly on one of his walks again.  Merrick pulled her pillow over her head; Sokudo and Augustus both jumped up and started to get ready.  Dragoon was making out with his pillow in the far corner, "No, I swear.  She meant nothing to me.  Of course I would love to come over to your place for coffee."  Dragoon talked in his sleep, quite sad.  Kiption walked over to Dragoon and threw his cup of caffine on him.  "Wake up!!"  Dragoon bolted up.  Kiption then walked over to Merricks bunk.  He reached down, grabbed her pillow.  "You can have this back at the end of the day."  She quickly moved her arms to cover her head.  "Ass." "Ass, sir!" Kiption corrected her and threw her pillow into his office.  "You all have 30 mins to meet me in outside this barracks.  Spend it as you will; grab chow if you want, but do not be late!"  Kiption walked out to go get something to eat, trying not to rush; he did have 30 mins to kill after all.
 
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Jester Squad Leader

Just another pretty face....

Augustus wondered around aimlessly trying to burn half an hour. Somewhere in that time he ate something. Food was good, he was a big proponent of food. Sometime else durring that he'd apparently also had a shower and whatnot. He could never remember the exact order that he had done things in the early morning, living most of it in a haze. Eventually he made it outside with the others, barely. He had missed the doorway slightly and hit the frame on the way out. Merrick, who was already outside had seen the whole thing. She would later recount that Augustus's left eye hadn't been open and that he had hit the doorframe with quite a bit of force, spinning him around. He had landed on his back. taking advantage of the opportunity, he had slipped into a light sleep that they were forced to wake him up from. Augustus had never been a morning person.
 
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Private First-Class Augustus Marius Carnifex
TRP/PFC Augustus/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE

Jester Squad - Guns, lots of guns