"This one's going to cost you, i'm afraid you might have to owe me" Came the voice from the speaker.     "Tucker, charge me what you want, i need to know this." Raziel replied sternly. He was in no mood for his old informant's flowery speech and word games.     "No need for that, i'm doing you a favour here, i had to work hard to get information on these people," Raziel could pictire Tucker now, sitting there in his comfortable chair, wherever he was currently secure.     "Ok what have you got?" Raziel eased off, he liked Tucker really and couldnt do anything about it if he didn't. The man was more heavily guarded than the richest Hutt "merchants".     "You know the rules, never do you get information on an un-secure channel. In person or not at all."     "Send the co-ordinates, i still have the book to translate here."     "Good man, see you soon." The comms clicked dead.     "Ok squad, i'll be back tomorrow. I want you packed and ready to go, full mission gear and civilian clothing. If we're getting in it's unnoticed and i think i know how."     His squad looked back at him, none had any questions. A few of them had been taken aback by their recent experience in the field. Watching a whole friendly platoon wiped out by an ambush was not something he would wish upon anyone.     Finally Afyon looked up: "Sir what have you got planned?"     "To be honest im not sure, but it's going to involve getting in with the Frasium. Just be ready when i get back."     "Sir."     "When your squad leaves you will have to have one member carry this around with him. I insist." Japer held up the bulky black object for Raziel to look at.     "It's too big, i'm sorry we cant take that in with us."     "Tough luck im afraid. If we want to find out securely what you find down their you have to take this with you. I can't see it being much of a problem, it could fit easily in a back-pack."     Raziel looked at the transmitter once more, then decided to give up.     "ok give it to Bane i've got to leave and no i'll tell you again you're not going to find out where i'm going."     "I still don't like you using outside informants. Especially when they could be using you!" Japer repeated.     "I trust him and that is all, i've known him a long long time."     "Ok ok, get out of here then" Japer smiled.     Raziel's modified fast courier lifted from the hanger floor and twisted gracefully in mid air before accelerating out of the bay into space.     A few weeks earlier he had set up some false ID's as a courier that could get him by most security checks. He liked the modified ship anyway, it was fairly quick and let him take a lot of equipment with him.     He keyed in the Co-ordinates of a false location and palmed the activation lever. He wandered what information he could glean from his old informant.    
 
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SL/SGMTRaziel/4SQD/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/ {EW1} {WoS} {VP}
Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths
"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music." Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989.

[sorry guys too tired and my back aches, will post tomorrow]
 
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SL/SGMTRaziel/4SQD/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/ {EW1} {WoS} {VP}
Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths
"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music." Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989.

Arkanian enters near his barracks. He see's the squad sitting and laying there. He walks to his cot and lays his gear on the left side of it. "What kind of Army cot is this" Arkanian asks. Afyon turns from his position and says, "One your sleeping on boy." Arkanian laughs. "Sounds good to me" [sorry its so short, im to tired to post much more. sorry once again]
 
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TRP/PFC Arkanian/4SQD/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/{LoR}

    Raziel sat tight in the darkness of their "prison" He wandered if he sould tell the rest of his squad about the "Back-up" he had requested, maybe it would be best not too as it they weren't officially in place.     Meanwhile the bulk freighter carried on straight through hyperspace, oblivious to the inderdictor cruiser waiting to rip her from hyperspace (Anyone not in wraith squad who posts here are should ot have their posts counted but are merely helping us keep the story going as dark dragoons and raiders get to post in one topic)
 
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SL/SGMTRaziel/4SQD/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/ {EW1} {WoS} {VP}
Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths
"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music." Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989.

    The bulk freight was a vast giant as it moved slowly but gracefully into position. The bright stop that was it’s thrusters cut off and as it obtained and orbit around Joralla.     It had taken the pirates a few hours to do a bodge job on the engines to get them working again, but they had managed to get them outputting partial power.     A section on the ship flared and then began to break away from the rest of the ship. An insectoid ship floated up from the planet to meet the detached cargo. It’s “legs” wrapped around the section and grasped it tightly to its “body”.     On a nearby cruiser someone turned to his second in command and said: “I believe that should be enough to finish the project, wouldn’t you?” =================================================     Raziel and his squad had felt the battle, although they had not witnessed it. They also felt one of the cargo sections being broken apart from the rest of the ship.     Raziel had to hold back from throwing up, as the cargo ship was mercilessly dropped through the atmosphere.     “Christ, what the hell are they doing?” Lukas grunted through closed teeth.     “I think we’re being dropped down to the planet.” Afyon remarked     “I doubt they were expecting anyone to actually be onboard for the ride,” Raziel relied.     The ship descended from space, carrying it’s precious load. The unmanned ship moved at speed’s that weren’t really safe for people and the G-forces that Raziel’s squad were being subjected too were way above normal for an entry. The ship carried on with it’s descent and only began to pull up from it’s reckless path when it neared a sprawling industrial complex.     The ship slowed to a crawl and finally dropped it’s hundred metre long load in a clear area before moving off to land elsewhere.     An hour later and hundreds of men, like ants, began to move in on the section. Vehicles used for carrying heavy loads were moved in, along with mechanics carrying cutting tools and electronic equipment.     “Ok lads” Someone shouted out with a voice amplifier. “Get to work on opening that thing out. We need all the containers out by night fall the boss says. Spread them out so we can get the metal out and ready tomorrow”     The men got to work, they had done this dozens of times, every time the pirates raided another shipment it was their task to get the cargo out and ready for processing.     The sun began to lower on the horizon and did down behind the complex and powerful lights snapped on and illuminated the field.     What they showed was an area dotted with cargo containers. The section had been ripped open and it’s contents strewn about the field. The vehicles were still lifting the last of the containers out.     Only a few men remained now and even most of those were now headed for rest.     “Ok you finish up here, call a couple of soldiers in to guard the place. Time to get some sleep I think.” The leader of the workforce instructed another man before walking off. =================================================     One of the cargo containers carried a hazardous material that would cause grief the next day. Another one carrying an equally dangerous cargo would cause trouble tonight:     Raziel looked out of the viewing slit for the last time.     “Darkness” he remarked. Immediately the squad started moving. Weapons were readied and armour was donned. Narroc picked up the signalling device and Afyon picked up some sensory equipment.     Raziel slid the door of the container and looked around. Signalling to his squad as Afyon held the door he moved out followed by his squad. Afyon re-sealed the door.     The wraiths began to move out from the field of containers, trying to keep to the shadows and out of sight. They came to the edge of the cargo only to find their exit blocked.     The was only one door which lead away from the open-air landing field. Unfortunately the huge doors were guarded by a single guard, sitting down and taking a sip from a flask.     “No way forward,” Afyon said.     “Hold tight, I’ve got something,” Raziel smiled.     From his belt he produced a vial of green liquid, sealed tight. He pulled his hand back, as if to throw.     “Armour sealed?” he asked After Afyon had clicked his helmet down fully into place Raziel threw the vial, which shattered at the guards feet.     The guard jumped up and drew his pistol, but just as fast slumped down to the floor.     “May as well have killed him,” Narroc remarked “I’m sure he saw us.”     “The gas has a sort of memory loss effect, quite like heavy drinking” Raziel smiled.     Raziel emptied the man’s flask of drink onto the guards shirt and placed him against the wall before opening the doors and entering the complex.     “Ok now we split up. Narroc, Arkanian come with me. Afyon, grizzly and Lukas head that way. Try and find a factory or at least a supply of Frasium. We need to find out what they’re building. And remember, no casualties. Go!”     The squad split into two groups an filtered out into the shadows…
 
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SL/SGMTRaziel/4SQD/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/ {EW1} {WoS} {VP}
Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths
"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music." Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989.

no more posts will count after this post. However, you may continue the story if you want. but they will NOT count in the tally. It should be done within 3 days. Rewards will follow.
 
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SP Japer/Sith/Dark Knight 1-2 Cabal/ Eagle Sect/VEDJ

PC/CPT/Japer/1PLT/1/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/IOC/LoC/CM
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