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Jegora
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  HSC 2012 - Wraiths
December 11, 2012 04:20:02 PM     View the profile of Jegora 
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  RE: HSC 2012 - Wraiths
December 12, 2012 03:04:23 PM     View the profile of Psycho 
There were six of them, jogging in a chaotic rhythm. Clad in white armor, they carried weapons of various kinds. As the travelled through the snowy streets, they remained silent, cautious of any potential dangers. Around them were the ruins of buildings, some only grazed, others completely turned to rubble. They stood solemnly in the chilling air, like the skeleton of a dead city. The snowy street littered with rubble and debris, having been shot out from the violent blasts that wrecked the city. However, the six of them paid no particular attention to the ruins and buildings, and their movement kept them warm in the inhospitable chill of cold. Together, they were Wraith Team, and they were on a mission.

Psycho led the group from the front, hustling over the mounds of debris and snow. On his back, he slung a dented and beat up heavy repeater rifle, a layer of frost coated on its metallic exterior. Despite the look, the weapon worked fine - for now. The life of urban war had gotten to it, though, and new weapons were in tough supply.

Behind him were his squad mates: the pessimistic Karash, stubborn Heliwer, intense Sam, cold Balac, and tall Dusk. In short, Psycho found his squad mates very serious people. Being serious himself, he found no problem with it, but energetic, up-beat squad mates helped with the squad dynamics. They were a necessary evil, Psycho joked.

“Alright,” Psycho began, slowing his pace to a calm walk, “Let’s take a five minute break. Then, we’re off again.” Relieved at the chance to rest, the soldiers threw themselves and their belongings under a small overhang of a building. Immediately, cigarettes and and food were being consumed, and small chatter broke out among the men. Instead, Psycho pulled out a map of the city. Despite the advanced technology the Vast Empire had at its disposal, physical maps were still being used. Mainly because squad leaders found it nice to have something hands on, but also because the Vast Empire’s city garrison had little access to datapads - and everything else the soldiers needed.

“DAMN,” Heliwer cried, a cigarette in his mouth, “It’s FREEZING.”

While the main group conversed, Balac, emotionless and uncanny, sat in silence, staring up at the grey sky. “Where’re you from, Balac?” Psycho asked, trying to make small talk with the trooper.

Instead of looking at the squad leader, Balac continued to gaze into the sky. “Mandalore,” he said with an indifferent tone.

Psycho was hoping Balac would reply with a question of his own, but he just remained silent. Clearly, he was not fond of conversation.

Turning away from Balac, Psycho began to distinguish a faint noise in the distance. It was almost like a high pitched moaning, but it grew louder and louder, dropping in pitch as it did so. Then, his brain kicked in. He knew exactly what it was.

Frantically standing up, he yelled, “Artillery!” and he dove into the bombed out building, trying to find cover. The instant his squad mates leaped for cover, an explosion blasted from the road, sending a powerful shockwave outward, ripping through the air. Next came the shrapnel, spraying the surrounding buildings with red hot metal. A second later, rocks and debris were flung into the air as smoke and dust filled the street.

Psycho’s ears were still ringing after he stood up.

“Is everyone okay?” Karash, the teams medic, asked.

Psycho looked around. Their armor was covered in dust, but there were no injuries he could see. After all, no one was screaming, screaming generally being a good clue of injury.

“I think so,” the squad leader replied. “Alright everyone. Your break’s over. I don’t think you’ll be able to sit still any longer after that...”

-----

For several more hours, they made their way through the snowy streets and ruined buildings, searching for something - searching for a clue. However, despite Psycho’s hopes, they found nothing. Nothing at all. Clearly, their approach was not working. Wandering the streets at random was not going to cut it, Psycho realized. They needed to revise their plan.

Of course, understanding what they were looking for would help them find it. Wraith Squad was on a mission to find a Remnant Forward Operation Base, where several special ops squads were based off of. Wraith’s mission was to find the base, and destroy it. However, to find a single base, that could be the size of a basement, over the entire city would be difficult, so he had the plan of coming across a kill team, ambushing it, and getting the location of the base from them, but so far, they had not come across any kill team. Perhaps, Psycho realized, that maybe they mainly operated at night.

Then, it hit him. Operating at night would mean that they would have to use some sort of lighting device, but for obvious reasons, they would not be using a normal flashlight. They would be using infrared light, which would show up invisible to the human eye, but it would illuminate when using night vision devices. If he could get his squad somewhere high, they could use their night vision capable helmets to look across the city, and try to see any infrared light being displayed. It was a genius plan!

Now, Psycho wondered, watching the sun set over the crumbled buildings, he would have to find some place high. Turning around, his eyes scanned the immediately cityscape for the highest point. There, on a five story building, was a radio tower that stretched for another hundred feet. If he could get one trooper up there, then they could spot for the rest of the squad.

Smiling inside his helmet, he asked, “See that tower?” The soldiers nodded, wondering what plan their leader was devising now. “One of you is going up there. Normally, I would order one of you to do it, but since I’m feeling nice, I’ll let you volunteer. Now, who’s it going to be?”

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Word Count: 1,008. Alright guys, first one to post gets to climb up the tower! Basically, enter the building, maybe try and figure out a way up it (after all, half of it is bombed out), and then climb the tower. Once you’re at the top, describe seeing some infrared light (that being the squad), and then, we can get to intercepting the squad!

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  RE: HSC 2012 - Wraiths
December 13, 2012 05:51:26 PM     View the profile of Heliwer117 
Heliwer grumbled as he looked at each of the other soldiers in the unit. It had been a really long five months filled with lots of shooting and getting shot at, and he was starting to think that this whole thing would turn into another Thyveck. At least things weren’t going that much to hell. Either way, the trooper wasn’t going to let him, Karash, and Dusk fall into an ambush. As for the other troopers, he didn’t really care all that much. Sure Balac the Mandalorian was a pretty stalwart guy and wasn’t too bad, and he enjoyed Sam suffering a bit with being of higher rank than everyone in the squad but having to answer to someone below him, but he didn’t really feel any attachment to them yet. So, when Psycho asked for a volunteer to go up the tower, the big trooper surprised those who knew him as the charge into danger guy by answering.

“I’ll go. Sure beats wandering around here looking to get shot at.”

With a quick grin back at the two RAIDERS he knew, he jogged off to the base of the tower. The door was easily pulled off of its hinges as he opened it, falling to the ground. The inside of the tower wasn’t that much appealing either, but in order to get to the top, he had to climb up. “Just my damned luck.” He muttered as he began to walk up the stairs. Every step he took, he breathed a bit lighter, the steel staircase seemingly holding up well… Until he reached about halfway up. At that point, the side wall was collapsed on to the steps, and there seemed no way to get the debris off without some sort of heavy equipment. Heliwer grunted as he searched through his pack for any grenades, but couldn’t find any. In last resort, he looked at the center column for anything that may resemble hand and foot grips. To his amazement, there were such holes blasted into it. Taking a deep breath, he started to climb.

By the time he made it up to the top of the tower, his arms were aching. It turned out that majority of the tower’s stairs on the way up were destroyed, resulting in him having to climb up using the improvised hand and foot holds until finally he reached some steps that had survived, reaching up and, hoping the steps were stable enough, grabbed on to the lowest step, and pulled up. When he finally made it to the top, he collapsed into a corner and pulled out his flask of alcohol, taking deep gulps before capping it. “I… am never doing that again.” He panted. After a minute or two of catching his breath, he got back up. “Ok, finally got up here.” He radioed in. “I don’t suggest anyone coming up here with me unless you like defying death climbing up the side of the tower using improvised hand and foot holds.”

“You see anything?” Psycho replied. “Use the infrared lens on your binoculars.”

Rolling his eyes, Heliwer pulled out his binoculars and switched over to the infrared lenses. He didn’t have to scour too much before he found some lights in a warehouse. “Got some infrared lights coming from a warehouse about five blocks from your position. I think that might be some baddies.”

“Understood. See if you can’t get back down and meet us there.”

“Roger. Heliwer out.”

Looking at the way down, he sighed deeply. At this rate, I’ll be out of alcohol. He grumbled in his mind, already putting away the binoculars and beginning the climb down with a newly lit cigarette in his mouth, praying that he would not fall and kill himself.
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  RE: HSC 2012 - Wraiths
December 13, 2012 07:33:40 PM     View the profile of Sandwich Sam 
The night air pierced the lungs of each trooper as they took in slow methodical breaths. The team was located in an section of the city that held the air of a ghost town. Betwixt the destroyed structures and those that still stood, the icy winds whistled and cut through the nighttime without hesitation. The occasional fleck of snow obscured the vistas of destruction.

"Alright, Heliwer has located a warehouse five blocks from our position. That's where we are headed," the Sergeant named Psycho reported, "Let's head out."

"Hold on one second," the Lieutenant halted, "I understand that the forces around here are stretched pretty thin, but let's not go into this without some resemblance of a plan."

The sergeant stopped mid stride and turned to face the Lieutenant. The rest of the team turned as well and were evidently surprised that the Lieutenant had spoken up.

"And what do you have in mind, Lieutenant?" Psycho fired with a hint of acidity.

"First off, if you don't wish to listen then that's fine. You are welcome to get yourself killed, but I won't stand by and possibly lead us all to our deaths. I've got a plan for how I'm going to go and you aren't apart of that plan," Sam sneered back as he popped a few old habits into his mouth.

"Erm, well..."

"Now then Sergeant," Sam continued after a swallow, "Looking at the layout of the city and the surrounding areas of this warehouse, there are plenty of locations that could house enemy troops. My main concerns are here, here, and here."

He highlighted each structure on his datapad as he spoke. "Now, I think we should come about along this side here. It will give us significant cover from these two positions and we should be able to reduce the chances of them detecting us."

The sergeant stood silent and absorbing what Sam was saying. His face was stern, yet showed he clearly understood.

"Great plan, but I think you are being a bit over paranoid old man," hissed Karash.

Sam spun to face the voice, "Again, you can go and get yourself killed however you like." The scar on the zabrak's right cheek contorted as he stared down the trooper.

"It is your team. Ergo, your call," Sam said turning back to the squad leader.

"Right, well I do agree with you, sir. There is no need to get into a hot situation if it can be avoided," Psycho replied, "Let's take this route and we can make adjustments when we get there."

As ordered, the team began the trek towards the target warehouse with Heliwer still making his way back down. The snow compressed under the trooper's boots with the familiar crushing sound. Each breath hung in the air acting as the specters that occupied the ghostly ruins of the outer city.

The march started off mundane and Sam's mind began to wander. He kept his wits about him by keeping his eyes moving and observing the buildings around him. Then suddenly his body tensed and all his senses erupted into hyperdrive. His old habits had kicked in full force. He let out a loud breath creating a large phantom in front of him. It was quickly dispersed as he passed through it.

He was not sure if anyone else had noticed the change, but he was not going to bring it up for discussion. He could not say that he would do so even in the comfort of his own home. He figured all that really mattered was that he did his job, and did it well, regardless of his habit.
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  RE: HSC 2012 - Wraiths
December 22, 2012 06:58:43 AM     View the profile of Dusk 
Wraiths moved quietly through the destroyed city. It had been a tough few months, but nothing like the hell Thyvek had been. Dusk’s rifle was comfortable in hands but his ammo for it was quite low. He noticed a scuffed helmet half buried in the snow. Reaching into the mound, he pulled the Thrawnist soldier out. He opened up the man’s ammo pouch and pulled out a few cartridges that matched his rifle. The squad kept moving, darting across streets. Getting closer to the warehouse, Psycho quickly halted them. Dusk listened carefully and heard the faint hum of speeder bikes getting closer. Quickly Wraith dropped to the ground. The two scouts sped by, but the encounter put them on edge. Dusk quickly looked around suspicious that there might be more scouts.

Moving out into the street the squad dashed moved one at a time. When Dusk was halfway across the street, a Thrawnist spec ops squad came around the corner. On seeing this, the trooper dropped into the snow banks hopping he wasn’t spotted. The blaster bolts that shot down the street proved that he was. “We’re compromised!” Dusk called as he whipped his pistol out and opened fire. The slugthrower wasn’t very effective at this range but the sound of the Bullstopper would make most trained soldiers duck for cover. Seeing his squad begin to open fire, Dusk quickly looked around for his blaster that had skitted across to the middle of the street. Loading another clip into his hand cannon, he launched another volley of bullets as he sprinted to grab his rifle. He scooped it up and rolled behind the cover of a burned out speeder. Blaster bolts pelted the metal carcass soon after Dusk was behind it.

“Heli, how much you wanna bet I can get the closest one between the eyes with one shot?” Dusk said after he popped a few blasts over the speeder.
“You’re too cocky, I’d say a hundred credits you don’t.”
“You’re pocket’s going to be a hundred lighter in a few moments.” Dusk said, poking his blaster around the edge of the vehicle. Lining up the shot, he let out a small cloud when he breathed out and let the shot off. The man he’d been aiming at shifted over and the bolt struck his shoulder armor. “Frak,” Dusk muttered, “The blasted guy moved.”
“Heh,” Heliwer called, “I’ll take that hundred if we survive.”
“Cut the chatter you two and shoot.” Psycho cut in.

Dusk sighed and released a trio of bolts into the Thrawnist that had cost him a hundred credits.

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  RE: HSC 2012 - Wraiths
December 22, 2012 12:21:02 PM     View the profile of Havock 
The cold air scratched its frigid claws across her pale skin. The woman crouched behind rubble and stared aimlessly into the dark night. There were no people - no sane people at least - living in the buildings to light their lamps at night. Over the five long months that had passed, the buildings had succumbed to the non-stop assault on their once sturdy frame.

Two strike teams had landed on the planet just after her arrival. They had their missions and she had hers.

A man dressed in a dirty trenchcoat stumbled out of a nearby door as if he'd been pushed. He found his footing and struggled to hold his tongue as the unseen assailant slowly closed the door. With a faint huff under his breath the man pointlessly dusted off his clothing and made his way down the alley, just as he had every night for the past ten days. She had been watching, sometimes from the roof but most often from her current vantage point between the rubble and the trash.

A soft click signalled the activation of the tripwire and the release of the poison dart into the man's blood stream.

"All too easy," Havock whispered.

He frowned at her just as his legs gave out and seconds later his face planted into the dirty duracreet street.

=====~~~~~

He woke up several hours later. He was tied to a cold metallic chair in a room with no windows. The foul taste of blood was already in his mouth from his landing on the ground earlier.

"Who are you?" He croaked out in a shaky but defiant voice.

Havock raised an eyebrow at him then turned back to the small crack in the foundation of the building that was allowing a small thread of light to enter the dark room. She had been sent to find a leak, and plug it.

"You are former Sergeant Major Thaddus Crispin, Phoenix platoon, Squad...well several of them. The point is, you used to be in the Vast Empire, now you are a Traitor."

He stared at her with large eyes, that were searching for a plausible denial and coming up empty.

"You sold classified documents you yourself retrieved illegally and you sold them to our number one enemy, and by the smell of you, you've spent most of your hard earned credits on booze." Havock jumped down, causing a plume of smoke to erupt around her feet from the dust. "See Thaddy, people shouldn't frak with the bad guys. It's never a good idea, and it voids your life insurance plan."

"No listen, I know you. You were in Raiders."

"Thaddy, you're making me angry, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry." She responded in a soft voice. "I need to know who you sold the intel to. You give me that and I'll be generous to you, after all it is nearly Life Day. You don't...well this room does make a lovely furnace and I've already coated the floor in burning fluid."

He attempted to raise his arms and grimaced as he remembered they were bound. "Okay, okay...I really don't remember you being this scary."

Havock flinched. "Recent events have given me less to lose."

"Right, sorry. Okay his name is Nick, at least that's what we call him, Old Nick. There's this warehouse we meet him at, me and  the boys. I was supposed to meet him there tonight but, I guess I forgot my chrono."

The former squad leader walked over to a table and held up a datapad, "would the location be on this?"

"Yes! That's perfect, right, I can take you there and you won't have to even fight with my boys. I promise..."

The blaster left his final words unheard as the bolt sliced through his brain. "No thanks, I've got it." 

===~~~

The warehouse was not far, but being cautious added extra time to the journey. Jaenna was gone, Aeos was gone and Havock kept wondering why she even bothered to breathe anymore. The cautious approach was a retreat to old training that had become ingrained.

Moving on the roads was suicide, Havock preferred to make her way through the remains of the buildings. Her approach also rooted out the cockroach-like snipers that scurried before her eyes several times. If she was lucky enough to sneak up on the cocky bastards she could use her combat knife or a straight forward snapping neck. Today was one of those days. She heard the shifting of weight above her, it was a sound that in a typical city would be imperceivable, but in a dark and silent night it was louder than thunder.

She smirked and slowly made her way to the floor above. The sniper was preoccupied with some prey he'd found approaching the warehouse. She could tell by the movement of his barrel that they were moving in formation and could be one of the strike teams, but his lack of firing was making that unlikely.

A shot spit softly from the silenced barrel and before another could do the same Havock thrust her combat knife into the mans neck sending blood spurting forward and the rifle clanking to the ground. She quickly activated her macrobinoc's in her HUD and got a 20 on the strike team. She quickly made her way down to the ground floor and began to broadcast the friendly code on her comm.

A blaster pistol appeared next to her from behind a support beam which had nothing left to support. "Stand down trooper."

The body of one of the strike team members was being attended to several meters in front of her. "We need to move him, now." Her eyes were scanning the adjacent buildings looking for more positions, all she knew for sure was that their current location was beyond unsafe, especially for medical treatment.

"You and you." She pointed towards Sam and the blaster wielding Dusk. "Get him up and move him this way." She didn't wait to see them move she just quickly made her way towards one of the more intact structures nearby. The medic continued to work on the man, who was a Strike Team Leader based on the markings on his shoulder. The bolt had hit him in the abdomen but looked to be a clean wound.

"Bloody fools, moving the patient like this. Do you even know who this is? And you just take orders? I'd feel safer in a looney bin I swear."

"Karash?"

The medic froze and looked towards the new comer. "Please Gods, say it isn't you. I didn't bring enough med kits..."

Havock rolled her eyes and knelt next to her former squadmate. "You say the nicest things. What were you guys up too? Other than shopping for my Life Day present of course."

"Who is this?" Balac grumbled from his position near the door.

Karash barely looked up he just continued to apply bacta patches and look generally dis-pleased. "Major Katash, yanno, Havock as in what she brings into my life."

"Heli make sure to keep an eye on that window, the rest of our lines of sight should be covered." The man lit a fresh cig and nodded. "Now someone tell me why you were going to that warehouse."

Dusk leaned against the doorframe keeping a watch on the right flank and kept his voice low as he responded. "We are looking for the Remnant Forward Operation Base, and we have good reason to think it's in that warehouse."

"Well you're wrong, but what is in fact in that warehouse could lead us to the Forward Operation Base. I don't think its far from here." Havock slapped a transponder on Psycho's chest. "That will tell our guys where he is, so they can evac him to a base for treatment. Of course if we stick around too long it will also draw in some of the more inventive slicers the Remnant has paid off."

"We are going to sneak into the warehouse, Balac, Karash and I will take the ground approach, Dusk, Heli and Sam you guys try to find a way in from the roof. We will find trained mercs inside who are delivering intel to one of our primary targets."

"So we get to take him out?" Heli smiled with a glint of excitement.

"I'd rather we follow him and find out where the base actually is, but I'm not picky today." She looked over at Psycho and gave him a brief pat on the shoulder. "Okay, lets move out."


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  RE: HSC 2012 - Wraiths
December 22, 2012 02:33:57 PM     View the profile of Dusk 
The bolt startled ever yone, it shocked Dusk even more that his SL had a brand new hole in his abdomen. He quickly drew his blaster pistol he’d acquired from a dead Thrawnist and scanned the rooftops for the sniper. When the women appeared he almost pulled the trigger except she registered on his HUD as a friendly. “Stand down trooper.” The woman’s tone had a sense of ‘I out rank you by so much, it’d be better if you didn’t even try to find out’.
He lowered his weapon but kept it ready in case there were more snipers in the area.

"We need to move him, now.” She said looking around, “You and you. Get him up and move him this way.” She gestured towards him and Sam, who immediately began moving to Psycho. When they began to lift him Karash cursed, "Bloody fools, moving the patient like this. Do you even know who this is? And you just take orders? I'd feel safer in a looney bin I swear."

The woman began talking with the medic as if they knew each other. Dusk and Sam got Psycho into the building, safe from any more snipers. "Major Katash, yanno, Havock as in what she brings into my life."

‘Really?’ The trooper thought, ‘What’s a member of AHC doing out here?’

"Now someone tell me why you were going to that warehouse." Havvok asked.

Taking a position in a door frame watching the squad’s flank, Dusk responded quietly "We are looking for the Remnant Forward Operation Base, and we have good reason to think it's in that warehouse."

"Well you're wrong, but what is in fact in that warehouse could lead us to the Forward Operation Base. I don't think it’s far from here." She attached a device to the SL’s chest. "That will tell our guys where he is, so they can evac him to a base for treatment. Of course if we stick around too long it will also draw in some of the more inventive slicers the Remnant has paid off."

"We are going to sneak into the warehouse, Balac, Karash and I will take the ground approach, Dusk, Heli and Sam you guys try to find a way in from the roof. We will find trained mercs inside who are delivering intel to one of our primary targets."

"We are going to sneak into the warehouse,” The major continued, “ Balac, Karash and I will take the ground approach, Dusk, Heli and Sam you guys try to find a way in from the roof. We will find trained mercs inside who are delivering intel to one of our primary targets."

"So we get to take him out?" Heli smiled at the chance to kill someone important.

"I'd rather we follow him and find out where the base actually is, but I'm not picky today." She gave the SL a brief pat on the shoulder. "Okay, let’s move out."

*                                        *            *

As they approached the warehouse, the predetermined groups split up from each other. Heli, Dusk, and Sam climbed to the roof of a building nearby the warehouse. The three looked for possible ways onto the roof, “What about that balcony?” Dusk asked the others. “We might be able to repel down.”
“Maybe,” Sam said, “Let’s go.”

They quickly left the roof and made their way to the bombed out hotel and began climbing the crumbling stairs. About halfway up, Dusk’s foot broke a chunk off and he began falling sideways. Sam quickly grabbed the back of his armor and pulled the private back onto the stairs. “Be careful, we don’t want to alert the mercs to our presence.” The senior ranking trooper scolded him.

“I know, it was an accident; not my fault the building is coming down.”

They got to the balcony and secured their tethers to a support beam that would hold their weight, and began to repel onto the warehouse roof. As they detached themselves and collected their synthe-cord, Sam said into the comms “We’re on the roof. we’ll see what’s inside and relay the information to you.”

They gathered around the transparasteel window in the roof and commed in again “I count ten mercs in total, but there could be more that I don’t see.” Sam said into the comms.

“Ok, watch for the target  and we’ll decide what to do from then.” Havvok responded.

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  RE: HSC 2012 - Wraiths
December 23, 2012 06:59:24 AM     View the profile of Havock 
Ten targets...but no sign of Jolly Old Nick. Havock's eyes burned a hole into the wall, her glare filled with all the emotion her current postion had to hide. She was in charge of the welfare of troopers again, a squad leader. It was the last thing she needed to be in her current state of mind.

"Care to enlighten me on why you are here?" Karash's eyes were still on the far away location that had housed the injured SL, Psycho. The man was on his way to medical attention, a lucky fate considering the number of troopers she had watched bleed out on long missions just like this one.

"I needed a holiday." The medic's head cocked in a position which made it clear he was rolling his eyes under the helmet. "AHC mission, we needed someone to go undercover, what you think you boys get to have all the fun or something?"

"Lucky us." Karash spat sarcastically.

"Shut up, you miss me."

A click on the comm ended the banter of old friends. The team on the roof had spotted their target, and his image quickly filled her datapad screen. The man was large, very large, with a burly white beard and pale skin. He seemed to bounce as he walked towards the mercs with little fear in his gait.

Havock lifted her comm close to her mouth to whisper. "Okay boys, its fraking cold and we are all tired. Let's do this. On my mark we shove coal into these guys asses and try to get warm."

"Mark." In synchronized precision the roof team detonated their packs and dropped down and her street team bursts through the door. There were ten merc's caught off guard and plenty of shipping crates to hide behind. The new hole in the roof sent a sprinkle of snow and light onto the scene which reminded Havock of a snowglobe. The blaster fire reminded her of the reality though.

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Okay we are in the warehouse, those of you on the roof repell down and you are in a flanking position behind the mercs, those of us who were on the street are in the forward position in front of the mercs. They are boxed in and there is no excape unless they break our ranks. The mercs are trained fighters and will have basic weapons with a few mods. Santa...I mean Nick should NOT be killed in this fight, he can either be wounded or escape I'll follow your lead on that. Lets go guys!!!
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  RE: HSC 2012 - Wraiths
December 23, 2012 09:10:03 AM     View the profile of Dusk 
“Mark” Havock called.

As the word hit Dusk’s ears, he squeezed the detonator blowing the skylight off and the team repelled down. The mercs were taken by surprise as transparasteel and blaster bolts rained down on them. The trooper landed with a small thud as he rolled into the fall. When he was back up, he was behind a crate flanking many of the enemy. He opened fire and dropped one of them. Only a few of the mercs had fallen in the initial attack, the rest had gathered their wits and had taken cover from both attacks. As bolts were exchanged, Dusk looked for something to give himself an advantage. He noticed a crate above a small group of mercs. Pulling out his sonic, he quickly disabled the lock and it swung open releasing a avalanche of packing peanuts and life day wreaths. The mercs stumbled out of cover and were picked off by the rest of Wraith.

A few minutes passed as more fire was exchanged. Wraith hadn’t taken injuries so far and only half the mercs were still alive. Looking up at the lights above, Dusk followed the wires to the fuse box. “Wraiths, put on your night vision, I’m killing the lights.”

The trooper waited a few moments for the squad to turn on night vision before he released a bolt that destroyed the fuse box turning off the lights. Wraith took the few moments of confusion to rush the remaining mercs. With all opposition dead, they turned to find out where Nick had disappeared too. Sam called out, “He’s making a run for it.”

Dusk quickly dashed after the large, bouncing, bearded man. The trooper tackled him and sent him crashing to the ground. “Hey Nick, where do you think you were going? Trying to get away from us?”

“Get him back in here, Dusk!” The major called.

OOC:
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"We're not retreating, we're advancing in a different direction."
~Xephos

Smile!!! Tomorrow will be worse.

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  RE: HSC 2012 - Wraiths
December 23, 2012 11:43:19 AM     View the profile of Havock 
Havock watched Dusk roll to the ground in a heap with the cubby old man. There were still five confused merc's sliding around in the snow to avoid the blaster fire. They no longer seemed to care why they were there or what had happened to their boss.

Balac rolled out from behind cover and landed two clean shots in the chest of a near by merc. Three on that same side of the warehouse quickly started to retreat to the rear, right into the sights of Sam and Heli. They were quickly dispatched just leaving one merc remaining.

"Karash I'll cover you, get over there and help Dusk."

The medic flinched. "Me? They are wrestling over there and you are sending me? I exercise my brain cells not muscles thank you very much."

Havock rolled her eyes and snatched the medic's pack from his waist, illiciting a loud hey from the man. She rummaged around for a few moments before pulling out a injection tube. "Like I don't remember where you keep the sedatives." She patted Karash on the head and motioned towards the wrestling match.

Balac took out the final merc, and the team converged on Nick.

"Ho-Ho-Hold on." The large man coughed and held his hands towards Karash to prevent the dose of sedative. "Why are you attacking me?"
Sam came up and placed his blaster against Nick's temple.

Havock squatted to be at eye level with the bearded man. "Nick, we need to know where the base is. That place you were about to take the data these men were supposed to give you but...failed."

"It's not far, just umm six or seven blocks away...underground in a basement. Barely guarded, I found these men, quite short stature well they work cheap. They keep an eye on the place, its mostly terminals and electronics. The name on the building it's called Elophtron."

"What kind of a name is that?"

"It means...."

Havock interrupted the old man. "Okay that's enough, Karash knock him out. The rest of you lets go before someone tries to find out what all the noise was."
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  RE: HSC 2012 - Wraiths
December 23, 2012 04:26:54 PM     View the profile of Dusk 
Wraiths left the gelatenous man sedated inside the warehouse and began their approach on the FOB.

They gathered at the door to the building, next to it a sign said 'closed for Life Day'. "Doubt you'll be 'open' anytime soon" Dusk muttered. Balac was at the front ready to kick in the door. "Go go go!" Major Katash called.

Balac broke down the barrier and Wraith poured in. As Dusk entered, he scanned the room. Just a baisic reseption room for a small buisness, they broke into groups of two and began clearing rooms. "Clear!" Was called many times.  "Into the basement, quickly!" The XO shouted at the squad.

The stairs were narrow so they had to travel single file. They burst into the basement and shot the two guards across the room from the door. They split up again to clear the rooms but this time they were combing the rooms with more scruteny. Dusk entered into what apeared to be munitions for the kill squads. As he swept his blaster across the room a hand shot out and grabbed his barrel. The asailent tore the weapon from his hands and tossed it to the side. Dusk threw a punch at the attacker's throat with his cybernetic arm but it was stopped a few inches away, he then deployed his wristblade and stabbed the man who then fell to the floor.

Retracting the blade, Dusk retrived his discarded blaster. He then went to the wall of guns and ammo and came across a real treat, a EE-3 and plenty of gas cartidges for it. He made note of the explosives in the room and returned to the main chamber.

A few minutes passed before everyone had returned, there had been a bit of blaster fire there and again but it never was more than a shot or two. With everyone gathered, the Major asked everyone if they had found anything interesting which, other than the explosives Dusk had found, turned up nothing but a body count.

"Alright, we'll restock on ammo and weapons and then blow the place with the explosives Dusk found." The XO ordered.
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"We're not retreating, we're advancing in a different direction."
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  RE: HSC 2012 - Wraiths
December 23, 2012 06:28:54 PM     View the profile of Balac 
With the XO’s order barely finished, Balac headed towards the room Dusk had just returned from, an EE-3 held in his hands. He admired the familiar weapon for a split-second before returning his gaze to the entrance. As he stepped through the doorway, the wall filled his sight, complete with enough weapons and ammo for a Mandalorian to have just a little fun with. The smallest of smiles briefly split his face. He browsed the shelves, looking over the various rifles and ammo cartridges, looking for something to replace his supplies or weapons completely. He stopped, looking over the DLT-20A sitting in front of him, complete with a box of ammo. It had been some time since he used this particular weapon, outside of a firing range, as he preferred the power of the A280. Setting the A280 on the shelf, he lifted the DLT, hefting it’s weight approvingly. The full complement of ammo appealed to him, especially after the low ammo amounts he had been running with. After a quick check to make sure the rifle was in top condition, and that it’s rangefinder and electronic sight worked, he shoulder the rifle and pocketed as much of the ammo as he could. Another quick check of the various ammo items brought a few cartridges of ammo for the A280. Setting the E-45 and it’s few remaining ammo cartridges down, he picked up his A280 and left the room which had grown in population during his inspection of the 20A.

Leaving the quiet chatter of the room behind, he settled into a position close to the basement steps and turned up his helmet’s audio sensors, waiting for the slightest hint of company. A few more minutes passed, filled with the dull thud of the durasteel fingers on his right hand slowly tapping the barrel of his rifle, the quiet servos also amplified by the enhanced settings of his helmet.

“Alright, bag up what ammo you can’t carry on you, it may come in handy later.” Havock’s voice issued from the munitions room. “Anything we leave will go up with the building.”

Some more conversation followed as they discussed what to leave behind before they set the explosives and ran. Shortly after they team left the munitions room and began to set up the explosives.

“Set the timers for ten minutes,“ the Major ordered, eliciting a noise from Karash. “Should be plenty of time for us to move out.”

A quiet footstep sounded from the floor above them, followed by a flurry of movement as whoever had entered the building noticed the disorder caused by the Wraith’s rush to the basement.

The confirmation of setting the explosives came through the com.

“Wraiths...” Balac said over the com, cutting off the chattering and slowly backing away from the stairs to find a better position, “We have company.”

More sounds of armored boots reached him through his aurally enhanced sensors. In response, the Mandalorian set his sights to the doorway and charged his rifle.

OOC:
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Okay, as we get set to leave the building a (assumed) kill squad returns to find things not quite so right with their FOB.
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  RE: HSC 2012 - Wraiths
December 24, 2012 03:50:17 AM     View the profile of Havock 
The basement was small and currently full of explosives. The situation did not bring Havock the usual feeling of holiday cheer and joy. One errand bolt could send them all to a firey grave. The boots were still shuffling, moving into formation. She could feel her palms start to sweat against the hilt of her blaster.

Then as suddenly as it began, the movement stopped. She waited, this was probably the calm before the blizzard of fire which would herald their doom. Still nothting more than the sounds of silence assulted the strike team.

Then they heard a voice, a strange and jolly voice. "Ho Happy Life day boys!!! Put down those rifles, lets...yes...lets take them to the children."

"The rifles??"

"Yes we should give them to the chidren as presents, Life Day presents."

Havock raised her eyebrow and looked over at Karash. "Makers what the hell was in that syringe?"

"Not...sedative..." The medic whispered back.

"Sir I think you maybe should..."

"No I will wear a red coat so everyone can see me and give out all the wonderful things we have collected so that all children can have a happy life da-"

A single shot ended the conversations and the slow procession of boots towards the door ended the conflict.

The strike team sat in stunned silence before Dusk finally spoke up. "Umm should we maybe get out of the basement full of explosives boss?"

"Yea, upstairs and move directly towards the rear entrance. Sam and Balac you are on point, Dusk and Heli you take the rear. Karash you're with me."

They moved in formation out of the building with the rest of Nick's team still chatting over theories about what made the old man snap. The one theme that seemed clear was that there was no way any of them were willing to give up their weapons.

Wraith reached a building two blocks down which had already been searched by the team before and proven to be vacant. Most buildings were empty but vagrants did tend to settle in the cracks like vermin.

"So Karash, tell me, do you have any more of whatever you gave him?"

"Don't start."

Balac stepped up to the Major and nodded. "On your command."

"Light the Yule log Sergent."

A red and white flash lit up the night sky and seemed to leave a greenish wave in its wake. The strike team settled in to watch the show.

OOC:
Forward Operating Base go boom, Objective 1 complete only 8 hours late lol. Better late than never, good things come to those who wait. etc etc, lets continue to show them who's boss in the the second objective boys.

also posting this on my ipad and the spell checker is chuta, so I'll spell check it and edit in a bit. 
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