Mission clock:0000 hours

Razor wiped the sweat off of his forehead and slung the towel over his left shoulder then walked away from the treadmill he had just finished on.  After he got out of the intensley hot gymnasium he walked into the gym's refreshers and relieved himself of the dried up sweat he had on his body.

He walked back through the cool locker room and retrieved his bag that contained his data pad and his ever present DC-17.  As he left the training gymnasium the data pad let out a small beep, the noise however went unnoticed by Razor.

He arrived at home and worked on his armor for a little, patching up the red areas that had turned black from blaster bolts.  Carefully painting over the black with the touch up paint he had received from his squad leader.

Before Razor went to bed he checked his data pad and saw that he had a message from General Remjor.

Trooper,
We have been experiencing some, problems, with the smugglers here on Tadath.  They are a spice running guilde who, as of late, had become very rich.  They have begun to take control of one of the business districts on Tadath.  Please subdue this smuggler scum and destroy their stocks.  You are, under no circumstances, to let anyone know that you are an imperial stormtrooper.  You have two days to complete your mission but the soon the better.  You will leave tonight from the main Tadath spaceport on a civilian transport and please, try and be quiet about this.  You will be leading this assault.  Good luck, I expect a full report upon your return.



Razor quickly put on his civilian defense force armor and collected his mission bag.  The smuggler's base was in the third district so the troopers would take a small cargo ship to the district.

Razor jogged to the spaceport and sat down to wait.

Mission Clock: 0600 hours



Mission Clock:0000

Atoll put down a spotlessly clean E-11 blaster and reached for another one.
What a crappy day, he thought.

He had woken up extremely excited because he was doing more Heavy Weapons Specialist training today, however when he had reached the training complex he found that his Drill Instructor was out on personal leave for the day.

Instead of training like they should have been, Atoll and the rest of his specialty class would be spending the day cleaning dirty blasters and assuring that they were working at full operational capacity.

The bored trooper had propped his data pad up on the weapons locker in front of him and was watching holo comedies to take his mind off of this endless drone of boredom buzzing in his mind.

As he was cleaning what seemed to be his thousandth blaster a red light flashed on his data pad and was accompanied by a small beep. He laid the blaster down next to him and opened the message which read,

Trooper,
We have been experiencing some, problems, with the smugglers here on Tadath.  They are a spice running guilde who, as of late, had become very rich.  They have begun to take control of one of the business districts on Tadath.  Please subdue this smuggler scum and destroy their stocks.  You are, under no circumstances, to let anyone know that you are an imperial stormtrooper.  You have two days to complete your mission but the soon the better.  You will leave tonight from the main Tadath spaceport on a civilian transport and please, try and be quiet about this.  Good luck, I expect a full report upon your return.



Atoll jumped up and quickly and ran back to his house. 

For two hours he took a painstakingly long amount of time to carefully select each weapon from his closet, slowly lowering each one of them down into his bag inspecting each thermal detonators, checking civilian armor for weak spots. 

Finally he was ready and it was time to depart for the shuttle port.  He left and walked to the spaceport where he saw Razor sitting on a bench looking inconspicuous.

He was holding a DC-15S with two DC-17s strapped to his hip holsters. To anyone in the spaceport he would look exactly like a customs and policing official. 

People shot Razor and Atoll furtive glances as they stood waiting for the other two troopers in their party.

They're afraid of us, and not without good cause, thought Atoll.

Mission Clock: 0600



Mission Clock: 0000

Norith chewed slowly, enjoying non ration style food for the first time in a long time.  He was enjoying a delicious stuffed Plavonian Starfish. 

His data pad let off a loud beep as he saw he had received a message from the same general who had sent Razor and him to Eriadu to assassinate Puck.

He tapped the message icon and opened it up it read,

Trooper,
We have been experiencing some, problems, with the smugglers here on Tadath.  They are a spice running guilde who, as of late, had become very rich.  They have begun to take control of one of the business districts on Tadath.  Please subdue this smuggler scum and destroy their stocks.  You are, under no circumstances, to let anyone know that you are an imperial stormtrooper.  You have two days to complete your mission but the soon the better.  You will leave tonight from the main Tadath spaceport on a civilian transport and please, try and be quiet about this.  Good luck, I expect a full report upon your return.



Always when I'm eating, he thought to himself.

He got up from the table, tossed his credits down onto the table and walked out of the restaurant hands thrust angrily into his pocket. 

He arrived home thirty minutes later and walked into his weapons closet.  He picked out his favorite weapons and when he had his mission bag packed he donned his civilian defense force armor, ran out the door and down to the spaceport.

He met Razor and Atoll in the spaceport.

Mission Clock: 0600



Mission Clock: 0000

Taran listened to the pounding drums that played through his head phones as he laid back on his bed and crossed his arms behind his head and sat back on his bed. 

His data pad was full of music and he loved to listen to it while he worked on his weapons.  In front of him was a dissembled A-280 and a scope.  He was going to attach the scope to his rifle when a sudden beep broke into his music.

He had a message from the general in command of black ops.  It read,

Trooper,
We have been experiencing some, problems, with the smugglers here on Tadath.  They are a spice running guilde who, as of late, had become very rich.  They have begun to take control of one of the business districts on Tadath.  Please subdue this smuggler scum and destroy their stocks.  You are, under no circumstances, to let anyone know that you are an imperial stormtrooper.  You have two days to complete your mission but the soon the better.  You will leave tonight from the main Tadath spaceport on a civilian transport and please, try and be quiet about this.  Good luck, I expect a full report upon your return.



Taran got up off of his bed and picked out his weapons from the lockbox from under his bed and put them into his backpack. 

He got dressed in his civilian defense force armor and hurried down to the spaceport where he met the other troopers and together they walked into the transport that would take them to the business district.

Mission Clock: 0600

OOC:

Ok guys lets get this story up and running. Times go at the top and bottom of your posts as you can see above.  NO heroics.  and lets have some fun.  You have your weapons of choice but try not to go too crazy.  We are trying to be inconspicuous.

Mission clock: 0645

"So." Talohn said in a whisper, so that the civvies wouldn't hear him. "Do we have any intel on this spice guild?"

"Just a bit." said Razor, turning to him. "We know that they're in the third business district and we know the location of their main warehouse. Got most of it here." He tapped his datapad.

"And we have to destroy their stock?" asked Taran.

Razor nodded. "That's what the General said. We have to subdue them as well."

Talohn was rather excited to be on his first Black Ops mission, although he didn't show it. He just sat slumped into his chair, his face expressionless. This spice guild must be getting awful powerful if the army is being sent to shut it down, he thought.

"There's just one thing I don't like" Talohn said.

The others looked at him curiously.

"The fact we only have two days."

Skarr nodded. Evidently, he was thinking along the same lines.

"We don't know how much they've spread or how much security they have. I mean, we can't just waltz in." Talohn murmured. "And, seeing that we don't have a plan, are we going to make one? Or are we just going to make one up as we go along." Talohn straightened up, grinning. "Personally, I prefer the latter."

His fellow troopers chuckled.

"Yeah, I prefer that too" Skarr said, a smile playing across his face. "Much more fun."

Talohn chuckled again, checking his watch. 0650. Still a bit to go yet. Talohn slumped back into his chair again, his right ankle resting on his left knee.

The young recruit sighed deeply. I hate waiting.

Mission Clock: 0700

Taran filed out of the transport. Seems we are going straight in. Great. The large door hissed shut behind them, and the ship pulled away.

Razor motioned for the squad to regroup in the main landing.

"Now, remember... this is a reconnaissance and infiltration mission. No one is to go in guns blazing or bring attention to our purpose here. Make yourselves visible as civilians and act as such. We don't know exactly what we are dealing with yet." Razor guided.

Skarr grunted with grief. "So no fun."

Razor turned his head to Taran, who shuffled his rifle on his back.

"Since you are our newest recruit, Taran, I don't deem you to be comfortable enough to handle the situation as well as Skarr and I. I want you to find a way onto the rooftops, scan them for whatever the guild may be using as a scout, and eliminate them, quietly."

Taran nodded, tensing his neck, unnoticeable under his armor. If only I had a silenced weapon.

Razor then motioned to the rest of the small and eager squad.

"The rest of us are to wander among the markets here, looking for checkpoints, other scouts, and even the main base, if possible. Nonchalance is key here. I want all radio communication to a minimum. Report back to this position at dusk."

Razor then looked among the troops. I sure hope we can get through this. "Everyone ready?" He questioned.

The squad nodded and Razor motioned to move out. As fast as they had been dropped off, the squad had vanished into the crowds.

Razor chuckled as he watched Talohn bully the shop vendor.  The vendor walked away from his stall after quickly closing it and packing his spice packs in his bag.  Razor quickly walked across the market.

The man hurried towards where Razor was and wasn't paying enough attention to see himself bump into Razor. "Oh, excuse me officer." said the small round man to Razor who looked tall, strong, and resplendent in his civilian defense force armor.

"Move along sir." said Razor softly to the man.

Razor knew that no one would willingly offer up their connections to the spice guild especially when it was punishable by painful torture by the guild.

Razor looked down at his data pad and saw the three red dots that marked his teams movements then he located a fourth blue dot which represented the small pudgy merchant who he had just planted a tracking device on.

"Boys report." Razor said softly into his mike.

"I found one of the contacts sir, I'm moving in on her now."

"Abandon, I repeat abandon." Taran yelled into his mike, "You are moving into a trap.  That bar is controlled by spice guild assassins.  Looks like your 'contact' sent you on a suicide mission."

"Nice work Taran." said Razor. "Skarr?"

"I'm marking Talohn's position."

"All troopers form up on me.  I've just pinged your data pads with my location."

"On our way," said all three troopers at once.

The troopers were surrounding Razor within moments of his call.  He moved with them through the streets tailing the merchant closely.  They ended up outside a small warehouse.  They stood across the crowded market place and watched as the man was frisked, relieved of his pistol, and ushered into the warehouse by armed guards.

OOC:

Feel free to do anything you want in this warehouse.  But do NOT advance the story past here.  This is NOT the main warehouse. We are going in so go ahead. Taran HEAVY support please.  Skarr your the bait in whatever we do cause i trust your judgement most. Annndddd Atoll I want you sticking close to me and helping me break any firing lines and defenses they try to create.  This is stage one of a numerous stage operation.

Skarr was trying to psyche himself up for what was about to happen. He was going to be a spy. Yay, Skarr thought sardonically. He left his gear with Taran, except for the D-18s, those stayed no matter what. He sidled up to the guard, who wasn't even paying all that much attention and wrapped his arm around the guard's neck.

He dragged the guard into the alley, applying enough pressure to the man's neck to close his airway. Skarr and Taran stripped the guard of his clothes and Skarr changed. The outfit was a little loose on his waist. He hid the D-18s in the inside of the guard's jacket.

"Here we go," Skarr murmured. He stepped out of the alley and strolled up to the door. He opened it and entered. The warehouse looked as any warehouse should. Skarr had been in plenty of them back when he was flying for a small merchant company. He scanned the large room. Boxes were everywhere, it didn't look like an illegal front. Then again, they never did.

There were workers inside the warehouse and they were moving boxes.  Skarr noticed that the boxes were being sorted from one side to the other and vice versa. He was on the side that the least people were.

Skarr pried open a box and looked inside. Childrens' toys? That was all that was in there. He grabbed one of them, the analysis might show something, and placed it inside his jacket.

Razor's whispered voice came over the comm, "You find anything?"

Skarr chuckled, "You're not going to believe this. They're shipping childrens' toys, but I've only checked one box."

"Then check some more," Razor demanded. Skarr huffed and continued on down the warehouse. He'd check the other side.

OOC:

...our covers blown? what kinda badass line is that?

Mission clock: 0910

Razor rolled behind one of the large crates filled with the children's toys and could feel the bolts pummeling his box. 

He put his DC-17s back into his hip holsters and grabbed a thermal detonator out of his pocket.  He quickly set the fuse and threw it into the enemy bunker.  A showering of cooked meat landed all around the four troopers.

Razor tested the edge of his combat knife, not because it wasn't sharp but strictly out of habit.  He saw that one target was left standing.  Razor got up and calmly began walking toward the small nervous man who was stupid enough to fire a bolt at him. 

Razor flipped the knife over and hurled it toward the man.  The knife pummeled deep into the mans leg, passing completely through as the hilt hit the top of the man's leg.

Razor grabbed him and smashed the man up against the light transport that was behind him. "Who do you work for?"

"I work for the guild sir. I would recommend that you unhand me, and who are you?"

"Me? I'm your worst nightmare." Said Razor as he slammed the man's head against the ship. 

Blood welled from the wound that Razor had created.  He inhaled deeply trying to calm himself but instead of the breath of fresh air he expected he inhaled a smell of expensive and illegal spices. 

Razor ran back to the box he had hid behind and saw the most welcome sight he had ever seen.  The toys had been broken by the bolts that had passed through the box and, spilling from the open bodies of the small stuffed animals were the spices they were looking for.

"Mount up boys.  I'd be willing to bet that shuttle has the location of the spice guilds base in its navicomputer." said Razor.

All four troopers rushed onto the ship.  Razor inspected the ship and found the closets and hold were devoid of cargo. "Stay on board the ship."

When he had heard the aye from all three of the other troopers he jogged off the ship and pushed all the boxes into the middle of the warehouse.  Then he sprinted onto the ship.  "Whenever you're ready Skarr."

Skarr jiggled the controls on the small transport and it lifted off as the boxes in the center of the warehouse exploded.  The thermal detonators Razor had put in them destroying the spices. 

They flew out of the warehouse and toward another that the navicomputer indicated. 

OOC:

lets not get to the main one just yet ok?

Sylvanus Idaeus stood by the large docking bay at the front of the warehouse.  His employers were a spice guild that was willing to pay him well for guarding their warehouse.

He and three other men stood around the warehouse holding their blasters tightly and eying every person that walked by.  They saw ships flying overhead and wondered when the transport shuttle would arrive back here to move the next shipment.

Just as Sylvanus began thinking about lunch he saw the light grey shuttle that carted the spice guilds goods around Tadath arriving back at the warehouse.

The shuttle landed and Sylvanus and his men walked inside to help unload the cargo but, when they got into the hold the ship was empty.  They walked into the cockpit only to find no one had been aboard.

As they were walking off the ship one of his men fell to the ground.  Sylvanus chuckled at the klutz but at that moment he saw the small dagger protruding from the back of the man's neck.

Then it was dark.



Razor grabbed his knife and wiped the blood on the man's sleeve.  "Nice job with the hiding in the closet idea Taran."

"Thank you sir."

Razor looked out of the cockpit.  There were significantly more troops outside of the ship. This is gonna be fun, he thought to himself.

Mission Clock: 0925

Skarr grunted in exertion as he snapped the man's neck. It was much cleaner death than a knife, although he did have one. Razor had dispatched his guard with the knife as well. They had been unsuspecting of what had just occured.

Razor turned back towards Skarr and nodded his head, fierce grin on his face. Skarr returned the mischievious smile and turned towards the transport. Taran and Atoll were walking briskly towards them.

"Hey, you guys didn't get us caught," Atoll said jokingly.

"No, we were able to convince these guys to keep quiet," Skarr said, almost conversationally. Taran chuckled and tapped one of the guards with his toe.

"What are we going to do with these guys?" Taran asked. Skarr looked to Razor, "You're the leader." Razor shot Skarr a look and turned back to Taran.

"Let's drag them back to the transport," Razor suggested. And drag the bodies they did. After the deed was done, the small squad headed up to the offices. Skarr walked up to the terminal and was able to bring up the shipping lists.

"Hey guys," Skarr called. The others crowded around him and stared at the list. "This isn't the main warehouse." Razor groaned. A loud noise was heard in the warehouse. Taran looked out of the door and he paled.

"Uh. They blew the walls out," Taran reported. Skarr could only chuckle humorlessly as blaster bolts sounded. They had seen Taran.

Skarr checked his DC-17M and saw that the rounds were chambered and ready.

Skarr got out from under the table and looked at the man who was blown through the door.

"Well, he's dead," Skarr said. Atoll only chuckled. Taran quickly retrieved the guard's blaster.

"So how much time do you reckon we have before they get here?" Atoll asked. Razor could only shrug. Skarr inched towards the door by Taran and looked out. No one yet. They had to get their weapons back. Especially Skarr's twin blasters. He couldn't be parted from them for too long. He hated that.

Razor brushed past him into the hall and looked around. He jerked his head towards the hall and the small squad funneled out. The hall was small and the squad carefully made their way back to the hangar area. They ran into absolutely no guards or the Paymaster.

"Hey guys, we're running into a trap aren't we?" Taran commented.

"Of course we are," Skarr chuckled, "It's in the bad guys handbook."

"There's a bad guy handbook?" Atoll asked, jokingly.

Suddenly guards sprang out of the transports settled in the hangar.

"See? What'd I tell you?" Skarr said.

Razor planted his feet in Atoll’s clasped hands and waited.  Just as the large guard walked around the edge of the transport Atoll heaved and threw Razor up into the air and over the guard. 

As Razor sailed over the guard’s head, flipping sideways. He grabbed the man’s beefy neck and twisted pulling the man’s head back and sideways.  The man’s neck snapped with the sound of a breaking branch with wet cracks that were barely audible as the man thundered into the ground.

“Nice.” was all that Skarr said.

“If we go back to the containment cell I’m pretty sure we can make it into the weapons locker through the vent systems.”

“Sounds good.” the other troopers agreed as they sprinted off. 

They experienced light resistance on their way back to the holding cell.  The short bouts of melee combat let them catch their breath from their headlong sprint.  They were back in the holding cell within minutes and they clambered onto the table.

They all boosted and pulled one another into the large vent.  Razor was surprised by its size, it was bug enough for them all to crouch in  two by two.

The four intrepid troopers inched forward carefully checking and passing each vent.  Skarr was in the lead and ahead of them was a vent that was releasing copious amounts of steam.  Skarr peeked over the edge and pulled his head back retching and coughing.

He calmly turned to razor and informed him, “We are right over the barrack refreshers.  The men are showering.”

“Right...Lets keep moving, shall we?” replied Razor as he attempted to stifle his laughter.  Skarr had peered directly down into the refresher of a large hairy man who was humming quietly to himself as he scrubbed soap all over his body.  They moved onto the next grille and this time they were more lucky.

A small weedy looking man was carefully inspecting the weapons the four men had brought with them, occasionally jotting down a note then putting the guns in a seperate pile. 

Razor flipped the knife he had pulled from his boot over in his hand and dropped it through the grille.  The knife penetrated deeply through the top of the man’s head and he slumped silently against the table.

A voice broke the dead silence when all the troopers were in the room and they all jumped with surprise.  Their shock was unwarranted however because it was just a small handheld radio set the weapons consultant had attached to his belt.  A message was going out around the base on all radios telling everyone to armor and gear up because the recently captured mercenaries had escaped.

Razor grabbed the radio and clipped it onto his belt then slotted his twin DC-15Ss into their holsters which were securely fashioned onto his back.  The troopers moved out into the hall and towards their target.  Razor was happy they were back on track.

OOC:

Thanks for getting my race right Skarr.  It made reading your post all the better. Lets grease this puppy up and get goin. And WHERE THE FRAK IS TARAN?  Atoll, Less talky more action, and Skarr, same.  I ask for two paragraphs of action for every three lines of talk.