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RAIDERS

“Alright people. Let’s rearrange. Mox, wait for me in the command centre”, the Squad Leader’s voice sounded through the ComLink. “Sharp, go with Rilyo to the upper-bunker and keep a lookout, I don’t want anyone sneaking up on us. Trix, stay at the armoury. Anival, you go join her. Crimson and Aeroth, keep watch on the Comm Station. The rest of you patrol the under-bunker: make sure no one snuck away.”

“Oh, and Mox: turn the lights back on”, the SL hastily added before anyone could speak.

‘Rogers' and ‘Affirmatives’ started to come through the ComLink, as the soldiers of the RAIDERS squad started to move around the base. A minute or so passed until Mox heard anything except for the machinery around him.

“Did you find anything?” Dusk asked the young slicer as he entered the room, a cup full of some liquid in his hand.

“Nothing specific as to why they’re here… Mentions of concealment and hideouts but nothing more”, the young slicer replied, as he unplugged himself from the terminal, shaking his head. “I guess it would be time to wake this guy up…”

“It would seem so.” The squad leader nodded, observing the unconscious man closely.

Dusk walked up to his victim and quickly spilled the contents of the cup onto the man’s face. The guard warden spluttered, gasping for air as the water entered his airways, attempting to get it off his face. Staring at everything at once, his eyes filled with confusion. Then, looking at Dusk and Mox his face began to shape into understanding and pure terror, giving a twisted result.

“Don’t kill me, I’ll tell you anything you want!” he spat our as quickly as he could, noticing Mox’s hand conveniently resting on his pistol.

“That makes everything easier.” Dusk said, a ‘comforting’ smile forming on his face. “Now: who knows that you’re here?”

“Er… I… just the higher-ups, I believe…”

“And that’s supposed to be… who?” Dusk calmly replied.

“Well, the Corellian League, who else-“

At that moment a glass-smashing noise could be heard: Dusk smashed the cup against the side of captive’s head. He screamed, twitching and twisting uncontrollably, attempting to get free, but the knots Sharp made earlier on made it impossible.

“Let me rephrase the question. Who did your order come from?”

“SAL-SOLO…” he screamed, as blood started streaking slowly from the point of impact. “The… the executive order came from Sal-Solo…”

“And what was your mission? Why are you here?”

“Thrackan expected a retaliatory attack from the New Republic. He ordered us to prepare this bunker as a possible hideout for the unfinished warmachines and its engineers-” The man spat blood onto the floor and breathed heavily.

“Well? Continue.”

“And… and it was supposed to be concealed, the under-bunker I mean. After we would have finished it would be impossible to find it without either getting data from the inside or the Corellian League itself… After we would have finished, the engineers possibly working here would have everything they need to finish the construction of the ATs or whatever it is they’re making…”

“How is the place concealed as of now?”

“We were practically finished: we just needed to outfit this place so that it’s liveable for the engineers and shut the main door, which we already disguised as a wall.”

“Explain how it is concealed”, Dusk said, a fist clenching slowly and visibly, so that the guard could see it.

“Yes, yes… it’s… it has lead and magnetic plates to prevent any sort of remote detection, as well as a set of high-tech jammers. It is practically invisible from any angle from the outside.”

“I see. Thank you.” Dusk said as he relaxed his fist and walked towards the camera monitors, watching a few of his squad mates wander around the bunker.

“Am I… could I… Will you… let me live… now?” the man asked breathing quickly, his face changing colours and apparent emotions quicker than a set of space lights.

“Yeah, about that.” Dusk said as he took out his pistol, and pointed it at the man’s head, a look of slight sorrow and helplessness forming on his face. “I’m sorry… we just can’t afford anyone alive in here…”

As Dusk pulled the trigger, the guard’s face turned once again into pure terror and screamed as loud as he could, only to be silenced by the blaster bolt coming from the SL’s pistol. The man’s head flew backward, bounced against the top of his back and rested in at weird angle on his shoulder. The young sergeant melodramatically blew the non-existent smoke off the tip of the barrel of his pistol, and holstered it, before finally facing Mox.

“Right, onto the second objective. I think we can leave this place onto its own accord. You didn’t find any logs that suggested them awaiting a shipment of goods or more guards?”

“No, not today at least. Tomorrow there’s a bunch of shipments coming in, but none today”, Mox replied matter-of-factly.

“Well, that simplifies things. We can go get the engineers in full force. I suppose there isn’t a living soul left in here, so it should be fine.”

With that sentence Dusk activated his ComLink, ready to give RAIDERS the order to regroup at the bunker’s entrance.

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WC: 881
Extracted some info from the guards' commander, and now going to prepare for the hijack of the enginners.

Terre muttered softly to herself at her assignment. Hammer was chatty, and she was not in a mood to chat. Under normal circumstances, her helmet was a place of safety, one where she ignored those things that vexed her so much. Despite the scowl on her face, Hammer decided now was a marvelous time to talk.

“So, Skarr said pose as workers in here and figure out where people are, right?” he asked. “I think I’ll be the manager, and you can be the girl on cash--”

“Don’t you think they would know what their manager looks like? And probably know the cashiers already?” Terre snarled. “No. We’re working the floor. Customer service, helping people, stocking shelves. That sort of thing. Oh! Hammer. One more thing…” She stepped close and poked one finger at his nose. “Behave.”

“Oh…. Oh! I guess you’re right. I’ll just be the assistant manag--” Terre tuned him out, her eyes narrowed to slits, obviously annoyed as she marched into the warehouse, scowling. As she entered, she held one arm out to stop Hammer. Instead, he ran straight into her arm. “Wha--?!”

“You take left. I’ll take right. Report back here after you’ve canvassed the entire area. Capice?” Hammer nodded and swaggered off. Terre rolled her eyes before scanning the catwalks, noting the guards posts. She then scurried deeper into the warehouse, counting softly to herself.

As she rounded a corner, she saw a guard heading towards her. A light sheen of sweat covered her brow, and she tried not to dance nervously from foot to foot.

“Excuse me, uhm, Kyla,” the young man said, looking pointedly at her name badge. “I’m here to relieve you for your break.”

“Oh, that’s… Great!” she said brightly, successfully hiding the shock and relief from her expression. “I’m famished, I think I’ll go to the break room or something. Won’t be fifteen minutes,” she said, heading for a back room. Once she was there, she pretended to browse the food on a conveniently placed table, pulling out her comm.

“Skarr?” she asked softly.

“Go ahead, Terre,” the squad leader replied.

“Skarr, there’s something going on. There are tons of guards and zero, I mean /zero/ employees beyond Hammer and I. They’re gone.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean there are no warehouse workers, not even a skeleton crew. I’m getting nervous.”

“None at all? Well, has Hammer found anything?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t heard from hi--” Suddenly, Hammer appeared next to her and swiped a pastry.

“Hey, boss. I found nada. Nothing to be seen,” he said around the food he was cramming into his mouth. “Got good snacks though.”

Terre snorted. “Skarr, what do you think is going on?”

Skarr sighed heavily into the comm. “I don’t know. I really don’t.”

Terre felt a sense of dread. “What should we do?”

Skarr’s response was silence. Hammer prompted him. “Boss? You hear Terre?”

“Yes, Hammer, I did…” Skarr sighed again. “Wait for further instruction. Until then, find another team to work with.”

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WC: 504

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RAIDERS

"Sharp, Rilyo listen up. We just got a message from Arc their sending us a way in. A truck will be arriving that's our way in but you and Rilyo have to take or it or we'll lose it. We know it's a truck and that its supposed to pick up a package. You can decide what to do from there." Came Dusk's voice over Rilyo and Sharp's com links.

Sharp turned to Rilyo and nodded. She had an idea but she went with rank and let Rilyo say his first. Sadly the Corporal didn't have one so Sharp's had to work. She pulled her knife out and slowly began carving out a diagram in the ground. She crouched over her picture and began her explanation.

"Okay so we know they're coming for a package so they have to stop to load it up right? Well that's when we strike. They won't be armed much since our attack wasn't anticipated." Sharp said as she made an X with two O's on each side.

"If my plan works as well as it does in my head even if they do have a larger force we shouldn't have to worry about it. And if all else fails we can grab the truck and drive away making them chase after us which will allow some other Raiders time to get up here and take aim. " Sharp said as she gt to her feet and dusted off her uniform.

Rilyo nodded and sprinted to his spot where he crouched with his pistol drawn. Sharp Stayed for a moment until she saw head lights heading towards them. She then sprinted and slid behind the cover of a small boulder. Sharp drew her Pistol from it's small hiding place and checked it for how much ammunition she had remaining. She had used her spare clip to annihilate the guards she saw as she made her way top side. After that she had a good bit of ammunition left at least enough to fight with.

The Truck stopped with a screech of resistance as ti tried to continue moving. Two Dark figures climbed out of the vehicle and walked towards the back of the truck. Sharp crawled to the right side of her hiding spot and peered out. Four more figures climbed out of the back and one pulled a cigar and lit it. He Stuck it into his mouth and scanned the area.

"Rilyo save two uniforms if at all possible." Sharp said on her com link quietly.

Rilyo Clicked in his response and with that Sharp dived out of cover and fired two shots. She hit one man dead in the spine and another in the leg. Both fell to the ground and the resounding second was a burst of movement as both Rilyo and Sharp began an onslaught of perfect precision aiming eliminating the shocked loaders was simple. When all movement died and the only sound was breathing Sharp and Rilyo Walked over to the vehicle and awaited their squadmates. 

"Good work you two me and Dusk watched the whole thing." Came Mox's voice over the coms. 

A few seconds passed and the doors to the bunker opened and The Raiders began filing out. Quickly after the Raiders had assembled Dusk spoke.

"Raiders Were gonna follow the examples set by Arc and disguise ourselves. Then we dump the bodies into the bunker. Mox your gonna seal it so only imperial personnel can get inside of it. Move out Raiders. Call the regulars and get some of them here, Anival and me are staying here for them. That way we can control it and our current base of operations. After we change the other Raiders gather up in the vehicle. Mox's driving." Dusk explained.

With his words concluded the Raiders burst into action. Sharp grabbed the one she shot in the leg.  She dragged it behind the boulder she ha used as cover and began to change into the disguise. Sharp grinned to herself as she stepped out from behind the boulder.

Quickly she threw the body in the bunker and Mox sealed the doors with the dead bodies and the two raiders who were staying. Sharp sprinted to the truck. She reached the back of the vehicle and scrambled up into it. She took a seat close to the fret of vehicle and waited for the others.

"Now I noticed that two uniforms have been shot in very precise places. The two raiders who are wearing those uniforms I want you both to pick someone to play the worried co-worker. Then the three of you can take the medical wing and use it as we need it. Mo and Aeroth are going to be the group CO and XO. That way they might be able to access the more secure areas so they can shut down the cameras long enough to camouflage our quick take over of the medical station. Then we move on to capturing the scientists." Dusk said to his raiders through their coms.

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BlackJack

“You’re clear for now Skarr, but stay quiet. There’s a pair of guards patrolling off to your left,” said Jamasis over the comlink. His eyes scanned the security cameras, watching out for the rest of the squad and any hostiles. It was dull work and already the unstable trooper wished he could be one of the men sneaking around, actually doing something.

“Hammer, watch my screens for a minute,” he gestured, despite having no actual authority. “I think I know how to frame the NR.” Jamasis switched his comlink back on and relayed his idea to Skarr and Drexhel.

“Absolutely not. You’re psychotic,” argued Drexhel.

“I think it’ll work. You can’t deny it will work. Unless you want to get all moral about it I think Skarr should give me the go ahead,” countered Jamasis.

“Skarr, we can’t let him. He’s completely lost it.”

“Well just be glad I’m on your side.”

Skarr paused for a moment before replying; there was no way to please both of them, “Jamasis is right, it should work,” was the measured response. “It’s still quite a disturbing idea though. We might need to talk about this later. Just do it.

The link ended and Jamasis walked over to the door. He checked there was no security in the vicinity then closed and locked it. Jamasis moved over to where they had hidden the bodies of the guards. He placed two of them back on the chairs, then tied their limp arms behind their backs using some discarded cables. Hammer glanced at him questioningly but he waved the soldier away.

Jamasis drew his knife, then paused momentarily. Psychotic, ‘lost it’ and insane may have been perfectly legitimate ways of describing him, but that’s not to say he had no moral compass. He was just good at ignoring it. A few flicks later and it appeared as though some sadistic torture had been carried out. Jamasis ignored the disgusted looks radiating towards him, and used the recently spilt blood to trace a few words onto the nearby wall.

Okay, maybe this is a little bit psychotic.

“When someone comes to check on the security feed up here, they’ll find ‘Long live the Emperor’ scrawled on the wall and some tortured guards. I think we can be sure they’ll blame the NR,” said Jamasis into his comlink.

“Why would they blame the NR?”

“No special forces squad is stupid enough to write something like that on a wall. If you can, do anything to make it as obvious as possible this was the Empire. Everyone except the NR itself will assume this was an attempt to make us look bad.”

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I admit, this does seem quite a bit over the top. I think this does complete the ‘frame the NR’ part of the objective, or at least partially completes it, and leaves the door open for anyone who might care to get upset over me being ‘unstable’.

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Blackjack

Stepping over the prone form of a badly beaten, probably half dead, security guard, Fain followed his Squad Leader into the warehouse. Clearing corners before they moved, the small element worked their way down a narrow hallway in a rolling ‘T’ formation; Fain taking point, Skarr in the middle, and two other troopers covering rear security, checking for any patrols that may have the misfortune of encountering any member of Blackjack.

The men stacked up on an office door made of dark greel wood. Skarr, keeping his blaster leveled at the doorknob, making that portal his single purpose in life, focused his attention on sturdy door, and Fain looked further down the corridor as overwatch for the Lieutenant. Taping the man in front of him, the fireteam signaled their readiness and the last trooper moved up the line to check the door for any alarms or security devices before they breached. Satisfied that the door was clean, the trooper jammed his combat knife into the doorframe and pried the locking mechanism out of its housing just enough for the door to pass its precipice, and stood aside to pull security as the Squad Leader rushed into the room, clearing the door’s opening in the blink of an eye.

“Short room, short room,” the Squad Leader called over his shoulder, informing the stacked team to stay in the corridor instead of flooding the office.

The sound of a fierce melee spilling out into the corridor, making Fain and the other two troopers nervous as to what might befall their Squad Leader. After a tense minute, there was a sickening crack, a several muffled pops, and a pitiful yelp. Then silence.

“You lot, get in here” Skarr called out.

“Moving, Sir” Fain and the other troopers in the hallway did their best to press into the small office while still affording the 1st Lieutenant his space.

Leaving one trooper to pull security from the inside of the office, Fain and the remaining trooper fell in on their Squad Leader who was now standing behind an end table covered in a light layer of debris from the trashed office. A security guard lay unceremoniously dumped behind the office’s few pieces of furniture, obviously dead.

Skarr spun around what he had found to show his eager men what their labors had bought them so far. It looked like any other Datapad that Fain had seen, but it obviously meant something of importance to the Squad Leader as a slightly sardonic smirk playing across his face. With nothing but a moment’s respite from the fighting, the four man fireteam was on the move again clearing rooms at a tedious cadence for another fifty meters, trying not to give away what little element of surprise they had left, while the Lieutenant relayed what he had found over the Net to the rest of Blackjack. They left in their wake several unconscious guards, and so far the squad hadn’t suffered anything more than a few minor injuries that were to be expected from running an Op without their full kit to protect them.

“Now this, gentlemen, is our game changer” Skarr keyed his Commlink and began to inform the rest of his squad what he had found.

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Sorry, Skarr. felt like I hijacked you for a little bit. still working my way in. gotta shake the cobwebs off still.

WC: 540

The ride was over now it was time to return to work and the disguises had to work. So along with Rilyo and Trix, Sharp limped to the infirmary to report her damage alongside her co-workers. When they got there a man walked up to them.

"How may we help you three today?" the man asked in a rehearsed happy way.

"MY co worker here has been shot in the spine and this one in the leg. Please you have to help take care of their wounds." Rilyo said in perfect tone to sound actually worried.

"Oh I do see well bring her with me. You Ma'am may wait in the infirmary till another doctor comes to get you. " He said as he began turning to lead Rilyo and Trix off.

"Yes doctor." Sharp said sarcastically.

Sharp walked through the doors themselves into the white walled Waiting room. There was only one person there. A brown haired Cathar was looking down at the ground and for a second Sharp thought she was crying. Sharp crossed to the other side of the room. and slipped down onto the white chair next to the cathar. The Cathear had a small arms blaster pistol at her side. Sharp swipped the pistol from the Cathars holster and pulled the knife from it's hiding place in the side of her boot.

"Hey it's okay your tears aren't worth anything." Sharp said with a grinn on her face.

The Cathar growled unsheathing it's claws. As it did SO sharp slipped up so that they were face to face. As an added factor it also hid anything that happened between them. Sharp slid her knife from it's hiding place and held it to the Cathars throat.

"Be a dear and when your in the other world tell Sal-solo I said Hi." Sharp said as she cut a deep gouge in the Cathars throat.

Sharp keeled over pretending to fall to the ground in utter shock. She began screaming as if bloody murder had happened to some one she cared for. Three doctors came running and looked at sharp and the Cathar.

Oh poor girl come we have something to help you cope with seeing someone you know committing suicide. Two of the doctors helped Sharp to a smaller room where she sat at a table. Supposedly a psychiatrist would talk to her about what she had seen. Although she hoped Mox let her kill before that happened.

Crimson was silent as he trailed behind the squad's ASL. Mox was quiet too as they moved. Well up until Mox's com beeped. Mox looked at Crimson shortly, which meant go make sure no one hears. The silent gesture sent Crimson scrambling down a hallway. He saw a guard but that was it where they were. When Crimson returned to Mox, Mox was done on the coms.

"That was Dusk, Were turning them. Crimson I want you to begin eliminating the leaders so the Guards are in dismay when it's time for the regs to attack. I'll worn the others." Mox explained.

Mox didn't have to explain much on the subject of Sabotage. He knew that without the higher level guards many of them would be lost wondering what to do when the fighting broke out and latched onto the chaos. Crimson went back to the guard he had seen and stared at him.

"You drink much big boy?" Crimson asked calmly.

Crimson didn't pay attention to the mans answer instead he made a slight move that ended with the guard in front of him. He swiped the guards gun and put it at the base f his spine.

"Move a nanometer and your dead." Crimson whispered.

Crimson the cut a whole in the back of the mans neck. Crimson held the hole shut and tried his best to keep it off the uniform. Although when the man stopped breathing Crimson turned and shot the only camera in the hall way. He then dragged the man into a janitor closet and changed cloths for the third time. Crimson got out of the closet right before a lower ranking officer came to investigate.

"Sir I found a guard in the Janitors closet." Crimson said trying to act like a fidgety recruit.

The officer pondered before he went in to see for himself. What he didn't count on was that Crimson already new what was going to happen. Crimson diverted the guards in route to help then went in and shot the commander at point blank. Crimson then changed again and was now able to go a lot more places then the recruit he had killed could.