"----!" TK shouted in agony, "Calm down soldier, the pain will ease off soon" a medic said as they take him back to camp... "Get down!" Peacemaker quickly shouted as he fired a magazine using TK's MRB-10. "Sir, we should blow it up!" Darkjedi shouted. "You do it!" Peacemaker replied as he throws TK's MGL-1 at Darkjedi. "Fire in the hole!" Darkjedi screamt as he fired a grenade at the arrays. Suddenly, the tanks fired seven devastating blows. "Storm the front!" Peacemaker shouted as he rushed in followed by the rest of the Platoon. -------30 minutes later------- "Good job everyone" Peacemaker said, "Too bad TK didnt ride that tank over there" Shadow  whispered to Darkjedi as he pointed out to the tank...

"That was another great victory, scavenge for prisoners, ammunition and extra equipments. Roll Call will comence in 30 minutes inside the command tent" Peacemaker shouted as he started to walk back followed by Darkjedi. "Hey Sarge, do you think TK's ok?" DJ asked "Well his wounds are pretty bad, but he should be ok, once he's fit enough to get back on the lines, I'll get him on one of the tanks, why did you ask?" Peacemaker replied. "Just curious sir..."

As they neared the whatever it was they relized it was deserted.  After some discussion they decided to search it and try to find any clues that might lead to the amabassador.  As got closer to the the first building they relized that it was toatally engulfed in blaster shots. “What do ya think happened hear?” JR asked. “Don’t know,” Rizzit replied, “All right RAIDERS lets enter this one, Drill why don’t you guys go into that one.” he finished pointing to the one beside the one they were in front of. As JR entered the building they entered the building he noticed all the bodies. “Rebels,” Jed said, “looks like there was some sort of war in hear.” “Well who ever did this sure did a good job of cleaning it out.  JR Otto you guys see anything.” Rizzit asked. “Nope.” “Nada.” *BZZZ* “Hey guys,” Solidus said over the com, “you might wanna come over here I think we found something.” “Sure we’ll be right over.” *1 minute later* “What is it?” Rizzit asked.  As they entered the door. “It appears to be some kind of disk.” Solidus replied. “I found it over here inside his uniform.” Crono yelled from the corner pointing to a man in a chair. “We have to find out what’s on this,” Rizzit said, “Let’s go.” (OOC:YAY MY 100TH POST) ----------------------- TRP/LCP JR/3SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[LoR]

-----one hour later----- "Urgh, where am I?" TK asked as he opened his eyes. "Welcome back Corporal, you were shot, and we took you back to Platoon CP for treatment, how do you feel?" The medic replied... "Well i'm a bit dizzy but I should be fine why?" "Well Platoon Sergeant Peacemaker has sent an order that you shall report Repulsor Tank Number 2, you are the Pilot due to the circumstances, your pilot's field armor and personal side-arm is placed inside your foot locker. As for the Primary Weapon, you will use the Tank's demountable Rail Gun." -----13 minutes later----- "Private can you please replace the scope with this bayonet" TK asked the guard standing between the footlockers. “Sir aye-aye sir” the private replied. TK, quickly put on his field armour and took some ammunition clips. "Thank you Private" TK told the guard as he take his pistol... -----5 minutes later----- "Are you ready sarge?" TK asked "Aye Corporal, mobilize at full speed, we have to catch up with the rest of the platoon" Shadow replied. The tank started to move... "Sarge, this tank is not like the other ones, manned by two people sir, a pilot and a gunner...Plus, this tank dont shoot out lasers, instead it shoots out grenades...pretty weird ei?" TK informatively spoke onto his built-in helm comlink. "Looks like you know your vehicles corporal" shadow then sarcastically replied... -----30 minutes later----- "Tank 2! Tank 2! this is the command tank, Platoon Sergeant Peacemaker, we are damaged, pulling out for a while...take over with evasive flanking manouvers in point 0913/22" Peacemaker shouted onto his Comlink. "Roger-that sir, tank 3, 7 and 4 start a line from the left, we'll give you some support with proton grenades" Shadow commanded. "Sarge, i'm not sure if I can safely fire a proton at that range, suggesting to use .60 Anti Vehicle Grenades, plus those protons won't effectively work against those fast land-speeders, try manually sniping some of them with the Rail Gun!" TK quickly replied. TK-112 quickly manouvered the tank towards it next position at top knotch speed nearly flipping over and landing on a squad of militias. "HOLY ~~~~!, are you trying to get us killed!? SLOW DOWN!" Shadow shouted onto his Comlink with a tone of anger. "Can't slow down or we'll be hit, Sarge, hold on and start firing, I can see a swoop coming towards the Command Tank at point 21009 at high speed" TK quickly replied "...Thank god i'm not on foot, or else I would've been dead..."TK silently whispered. "Private Slash, there is a land speeder trying to lock on you, shoot it's cannon!" Shadow shouted... Over in the distance the Raiders and Drill Squad watched the Mobile-Duel... "Hey Riz, We should go help them..." Otto whispered "Platoon, lets kick some ass!" Rizzit suddenly shouted with a tone of victory. The two squads put on their war-cry and quickly ran into the battlefield...

[OCC] well im lost, when i get a chance to think ill post sometihng [/OOC]
 
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TRP/PFC Kjerri/3SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]
"I can please only one person per day. Today is not your day...tomorrow isn't looking good, either."

[OOC] I am new here, what dop I do, just show up afdter getting dropped off by a dropship or something?  I am sorta confused with the story and its current state. [/OOC]
 
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Private First Class Swomz
Dishonorably Discharged Petty Officer Second Class Swomz
Former Dread Knights Squad Member
Former FS I:A
Former Venom 3 Fight Leader
Former Venom Squadron Executive Officer

Shadow got out of his mobile and went out - cautiously - to make sure that there were no enemies left alive on that part of the battlefield. From inside his tank, TK waved at the trooper, letting him know that it was okay to continue. The mobile's rail guns swung slowly in place with Shadow's movements, just in case he needed cover fire. From the looks of things, though, all of the enemy soldiers had been wiped out. It truly was a gruesome scene; dozens of corpses - and hundreds of body parts - were strewn all over the field. The Vast Empire artillery had done more than  an average job of mowing down their opponents. "Peacemaker, I can't believe that anything is left alive out here," Shadow commented through his comlink. "I mean, most of the corpses out here that are still whole have huge holes in multiple parts of their bodies. You'd have to be some kind of mutant to have survived what we did to them." "You can never be too careful," Peacemaker warned. "If looking at the carnage is too much for you..." Shadow barked a harsh laugh, cutting his squad leader off. "Trust me, I've seen much worse. I'll finish up and ensure that we have 100% casualties." "Roger that. I'll get in touch with Rizzit and find out what we should do next."
 
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TRP/SGT Shadow/2SQD (Dark Dragoons)/1PLT (Wildcard)/1COMP (Phoenix)/1BAT (Dragon)/1REG (Osiris)/VEA/VE [LM]

Leave us . . . the dog eats strangers.

OOC:sry i'm late guys my computer wasn't workin just gt it fixed 2 days ago. Flame finnaly oined the action whiped ourt his star slasher and blasted some enmys head off. "Yeah!"

With another long day in the self-declared scavenger hunt, Kjerri and several other basic troopers were lifting the remains of the enemy into piles where they were torched and set in mass graves. It was not the most pleasant of chores he had done, nor would it be the last, but work he did until the end. On the hills the other squads were preparing, as their commanders watched the desolate troopers below, still piling corpses and clearing the sands of debris. Solidus continued to observe the scenery, keeping a close eye out for any suspicious activity. In that calm and peaceful moment, several small fighters streamed overhead, keeping a close eye on the battlefield incase the enemy were to reappear. Solidus returned his attention to the ground and the bloodstained sands below as the smoke from the ashes slowly climbed to the dismal sky. The battle was won too quickly, and Solidus knew it. Something was not right.   ----------------------- TRP/PFC Kjerri/3SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] "I can please only one person per day. Today is not your day...tomorrow isn't looking good, either."

      Otto pulled the speeder bike to a jolting stop just as Swomz hoppeed off it with his sniper rifle in hand.  Swomz saw Rizzit and began a zigzag running pattern to evade enemy fire.  He reached Rizzit just as he was throwing an enemy grenade back at the enemy.       "Private First Class Swomz reporting for duty sir," Swomz saluted smartly and awaited Rizzit's response.       "At ease Swomz.  As you can see we are in a somewhat tight situation right about now, so keep your head down and your gun up at all times.  What is your specialization Swomz?  Sniper, Heavy Weapons, Trooper...?"  Rizzit interrogated.         "I am a sniper sir," Swomz said as he hefted his sniper rifle and pointed at his dual pistols, "I am a dead shot for anything within 50 meters with a pistol and over 20 times that with this here sniper rifle.  What are my orders sir?"         Rizzit debated with himself for a few seconds and then gave Swomz his orders, "You are going to stay here.  You see that ledge up there with the bushes on it?  I want you te get up there and whenever they start an attack or send in a man within 200 meters of us, shoot his ass.  Here are some special exploding canisters.  If they start bringing in the heavy artillery, tanks and stuff, one pop with this will stop 'em dead in their tracks.  Good luck!"           "Thank you sir, I look forward to shooting some Rebel scum today," Swomz said as he saluted and about faced.  He ran towards the ledge and charged up it without a backward glance.  He pulled himself over the top with a burst of strength and got settled into a little nitch that would protect him from wild return fire and any close grenades.  Swomz chuckled to himself, "Oh my, my, my, this is going to be great fun."  Swomz chuckled again and let off a few shots from hius rifle at a small band of Rebels hiding about 500 yards away.
 
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Private First Class Swomz
Dishonorably Discharged Petty Officer Second Class Swomz
Former Dread Knights Squad Member
Former FS I:A
Former Venom 3 Fight Leader
Former Venom Squadron Executive Officer

With his Gun in the hands, Peacemaker walked slowly out of the building, his Solders checking the Area with theyr heavy guns and the Tank Support. "Lets go Guys, Shadow DJ, watch our backs till we come out, i dont want any surprises" orderd Peacemaker over his com till they rushed to the exit ........ (OOC: sorry its short, im braindead)   ----------------------- Evil Clone from Warmaker Nobody argue with you when you aim with an Heavy Blaster Riffle at him Squad Leader from the Dark Dragoons SL/SSG Peacemaker/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE

"Holy ~~~~!" TK shouted as he open fires at a squad of enemy troopers. "TK, calm down thats how people die! take you're time and aim properly..." Shadow ordered. Bolts flew past their heads missing them narrowly. "Sarge behind us!" TK shouted "You handle them, theres more infront" "Urgh, they're too close!" TK shouted back as he fired rounds with his slug thrower. "Sir, get inside the tank, use the armor for protection" Tk said They both jumped into the tank and started to fire at the opposing force...not knowing that their running out of ammunition... "Argh ~~~~! i'm out of ammo! "TK shouted "I thought you have an extra sidearm?" "i've used it up, aha, weapon crates!" TK said as he tried to pen the crate.

              The troop transport banked slightly to the left and lowered itself beneath the clouds. The new recruit caught his first glimpse of Ord Durall through the open cockpit door and he felt his eagerness to join his first mission wain slightly. It was a coarse, uninviting terrain. Nothing but sand and rock as far as he could make out with his limited view. He hated sand, but how could you not hate sand when it has surrounded you for the majority of your life? His mind began to recall thoughts of his days as a boy on Tatooine and he lost himself in his thoughts.     He began to think about how he got here. He was the only child of Olin and Daria Driscal, Pace. His family had a small dwelling on the outskirts of Mos Espa and his father owned a small repair shop that serviced droids, speeders, and other household equipment. They weren't wealthy but they weren't poor either. In fact they would have been well off if Olin didn't frequent the local cantinas. He liked to gamble and the more he drank the more he was willing to bet. That is why the trouble started. When Pace was just seventeen his father went into a slump and began to bet more heavily, trying to cut his losses. Not knowing his limit Olin wagered his shop in an effort to save something, anything. He didn't own his shop though. It was owned, like most everything else on Tatooine, by the Hutt's.     Later that night Jabba sent two of his henchmen to kill Olin for losing what was never his to begin with. Naturally, Daria tried to protect her husband and a scuffle ensued. Pace had been out with some friends that night and returned in time to hear the sounds of fighting in his home. He knew something was amiss inside so he went back to his speeder to get a blaster. When he returned to the door the scuffle had ended and all he heard was the sound of two strangers talking.         "This one's dead now," said the first man in a husky voice. "That finishes the job."     "What do we do with the bodies," asked the second intruder with a distinctly foreign accent?     "Jabba said just to leave them here," replied the first. "Now let's see what we can find around here to raise our salary for this job."     "I don't know," said the second. "What if someone comes? I think we should leave now, and besides, Jabba would have us lying on the floor beside these two if he knew we were taking the liberty to make our own profit behind his back."     "You worry too much," countered the first. "Now help me look."     Pace stood frozen at the door. His mouth half open in disbelief as every emotion he knew circled through his head. How could this be? Surely his parents weren't dead. After several minutes that felt like hours Pace's feelings began to stop swirling in his mind. All feelings, that is, except for the anger that had been slowly overtaking his mind. Filled with a sudden lust for vengance, Pace entered the small dwelling with a single thought, find out why so you can make whoever is responsible pay, he thought to himself as he forced himself to walk down the hall towards the room where he had heard the voices earlier. Every step crashed like thunder in his head and the relentless beating of his heart seemed to shake the room. His legs felt as heavy as if they were made of lead and each step made it harder and harder to move them. Pace turned the corner and mustered all of his courage as he sprung into the room. A shot whizzed by his head as soon as he was in the room and it sent him diving to the floor. He landed on his side and rolled onto his stomach while letting off two quick shots in the direction of the shot that nearly hit him. The first shot went harmlessly into the cieling, but the second caught the second intruder squarly in the chest, killing him instantly.     Pace felt a sudden rush as he saw the green, scaly body of the second intruder fall to the floor. He wasn't quite sure what it was. He had never seen anything like it before, a lizard like creature with bulging yellow eyes and pointed teeth. This rush subsided quickly though as he turned to the side to see his mothers cold, dead eyes starring right back into his. It was the closest he had ever been to a dead body. He felt frozen in time, locked in a starring contest with someone who could never blink and would never let you look away. He quickly came back to reality when he heard the first man yelling from across the house.     "What's going on in there," the man yelled? "Hey! Answer me."     Pace decided he needed to move and find some place to hide so he could surprise the other intruder, but it was too late. Before he could even stand up the other man came running through the door to his left. The man, blaster in hand, first saw his partner lying on the ground and then saw Pace out of the corner of his eye. He brought his blaster to rest on Pace, but before he had time to react Pace had already gotten off three shots, two of which made contact.  The first grazed the mans left thigh and the second hit his right forearm causing him to drop his weapon. Pace got on his hands and knees and dove for the weapon, but it soon became apparent to him that his adversary was no longer trying to fight. Pace sat the man up against the wall pressed the barrel of his blaster into the mans chest.     "Who are you and what are you doing here," questioned Pace with a bitterness that dripped off of his tounge like acid?     "I was hired," the man replied.     "By who," asked Pace? "Tell me or you'll be a stain on this wall."         "It's none of your business," said the man in a deffiant tone.     "I will kill you. Just like I killed your friend," growled Pace. "Now tell me!"     "You won't get it out of me. Go ahead and shoot me," said the man with a smirk. "At least I'll die quietly. They whimpered like children. It was Pathetic."     "That's not true," shouted Pace through clenched teeth. He could feel the anger welling inside him. "That's not true."     "Your mom squealed the most," said the man.     He began to say more, but the words never had the chance to leave his mouth. Pace lifted the blaster from his chest and shot the man in the forehead. Then he stood up and began to kick the lifeless body in the side. It didn't help though. The more he kicked the worse he felt and the more he wanted to beat the man. So he just kept kicking, harder and harder until, eventually, he came out of his trance and realized he was standing in a pool of the man's blood and it covered most of the surrounding walls. He also realized that he didn't have the answers he wanted so he walked over to his parents. He closed his mother's eyelids and began to cry, overwhelmed with his own emotions. Then he noticed a small card in his father's clenched fist. He took it out and looked at it. His father had been betting again and he had lost, a lot. Then it hit him as he saw the last wager. His father had lost the shop. These men worked for Jabba and they were here to collect. That's when he decided to run, and that's what he had been doing ever since, until a smuggling vessel he was on was boarded by imperials and he was given the choice to die or enlist. He had been to many strange places in the last six years, and he had learned many things. Most importantly he learned how to survive.     He was brought back to the present when the transport was rocked by a sudden blast. Pace felt the craft bank sharply and beging to climb. He ran to the cockpit to see what was happening.     "What are you doing," asked Pace, resuming his role as PFC Drogo? "Drill squad is that way. Why are you turning around?"     "Someone has a rocket launcher down there," replied the pilot. "If I stay below the clouds we will be in range, Private."     "I have to get to drill squad. Land here and i'll go the rest of the way myself," ordered Drogo.     "I can't let you do that," replied the pilot. "You'll be in an unsecured zone."     "Well then," said Drogo, "I'll just have to be careful. Put me on the south side of that ridge there. My squad should be a click south."     "If you're sure," said the pilot.     "I am," replied Drogo. "Get drill squad on the com and tell Solidus that I'll be arriving on foot just in case the newbies have itchy trigger fingers."     With that taken care of the pilot touched down on the sand and called good luck as Drogo jumped onto the sandy ground of Ord Durall for the first time. Drogo checked his A280 blaster rifle and the blaster pistol under his armor, got his directions straight, and then began to jog toward drill squad. On his way to find his squad Drogo spotted an imperial tank near where the rockets had been coming from. He decided to investigate. He raised his rifle, and prepared to use it, as he neared the tank from the rear. When he reached the tank he pressed his back against it and slowly peered around the right side. There was no one there so he began to side step to the left and checked around the next corner. There was no one there either so he stepped around and started moving towards the front of the tank. Just as he neared the front corner a voice behind him yelled freeze. Drogo swung around to level his rifle at the voice but as he did this somone else emerged from the front of the tank, put there foot in front of Drogo's ankle, and hit him in the back with the butt of a rifle. It knocked Drogo to the ground, but in a flash he had rolled over and brought his sights to rest on his attacker's chest.     "You shoot, I shoot," said the man behind Drogo as he rested the barrel of his gun on Drogo's helmet. "Now give us your name, rank, and explain why you are alone."     "I should have hoped for more reinforcements," said the man that had knocked him down with a chuckle.     Drogo looked up to see two black clad storm troopers with blasters pointed at him. He didn't know whether to breath a sigh of relief or to shoot. They were on the same side, but the guns pointed at him made it feel otherwise.     "Private first class Drogo," he said. "I'm on my way to rendevous with drill squad. The transport dropped me off just beyond that ridge due to enemy fire."     The two men seemed to ease up up a little, but they still had their weapons fixed on Drogo. The first trooper began to talk.     "I'm sergeant Shadow and this is lance corporal TK-112 of the Dark Dragoons," said the first trooper. "If it was a rocket launcher, we've had the same problem. It and about a squad  of enemies have had us pinned down for a while now."     "It's not polite to point," said Drogo.     "Sorry," replied Shadow as he lowered his weapon and signaled for TK to do the same. "We've been out here alone too long. I'm just used to aiming at anything else that moves."     "That's ok," said Drogo looking at the tank. "If you have a tank then why is a rocket launcher and a few ground troops keeping you pinned down......., sir?" He added the sir hastily almost forgetting that he wasn't his own man anymore. He would have to get used to that.     "It wont move," replied Shadow. "It's been damaged."     "Does the rail gun still work," asked Drogo?     "We don't want to draw anymore attention than we already have," answered TK.       "Well then we'll just have to go stop that rocket launcher ourselves," said Drogo.     "And just how are we going to do that," asked TK doubtfully?     "Well, it's simple," replied Drogo. "The sergeant here keeps them distracted with his sniper rifle while we go destroy that grenade launcher."     "Sounds like a plan to me," said Shadow     With that Drogo handed TK an extra clip and they started off destroy the enemy. The two made their way around the sand dune that the enemy was using as cover. TK climbed to the top of the doon and began firing on the enemy squad to draw their fire. While he was doing that Drogo went around to the rear of the squad and rolled a grenade into the center, just behind the rocket launcher. It exploded before they even noticed it was there and Drogo and TK finished off the survivors. They joined back up and returned to the tank to join shadow.     "What now," asked TK?     "I still need to get to drill squad," said Drogo. "Do you two want to come with me? You might run into the dragoons on the way. Besides there's strength in numbers."   ----------------------- TRP/PFC Drogo/3SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/ VE [LoR] A.K.A PO1 TwinFury. Former Aegis(LustHawk) 3 and 5, Flight Leader Aegis flight 2, Astral Guard member, and MRR(Marine Recon and Rescue) Officer. "Disarm you with a smile and leave you like they left me here, to wither in denial."

[OOC: Shadow, i'm a Vehicle Crewman, my helmet doesnt have a Visor /OOC] -----3 hours later----- "Private give me your rifle...." Tk ordered "Sir?" "I said give me your ****ing rifle!" Scared and nervous the Private quickly gives the Corporal his rifle, the Corporal quickly takes it and goes into fighting stance. "Stay still, I can see someone coming...get your pistol out" TK ordered. The two troopers quickly poised their finger ready to shoot... "TK, Drogo! is that you!?" Shadow shouted... "Aye Sarge, quick come here!" TK replied.

    Swomz slid down from where he had been harrassing the enemy with heavy sniper fire.  He bear crawled over to where Rizzit was and positioned himself so he would not be a possible target to enemy snipers.  He was about to speak when Rizzit held up his hand.  Swomz shut up and waited for his turn to speak.       "Rizzit, we have few qualified medical personnel left *static* we need more medics.  *static* Our men need attention and there is nothing we can do but shoot them full of drugs and tell them they will be alright.  Please help us," exclaimed a scared yound voice.  Then out of nowhere there was a blaze of light to the east and there was a cry of pain on the radio.  When the man came back on his voice was shaky, "Rizzit, we are taking heavy fire.  They apparently have been reinforced an dhave grenade launchers and an AT-PT.  This will probably be my last transmission, please get us help.  Private First Class Al...*static* signin *static* ff."       "Damn!  We need more medical personnel.  If only that drop ship that got you to us was able to stay another five seconds and offload med equipment.  Anyways, what was your status while sniping up there?" Rizzit interrogated.       "Well, sir, I got a good 6 or 7 of them from a range of under 500 meters.  Then I noticed two AT-PT-type assault mechas coming this way so I loaded up some explosive shells and destroyed them.  Their armed contingent retreated after I downed two of them.  I also caught two guys that had tried to flank us at about 30 degrees west of here.  That was the extent of my success.  But, I did just overhear that last transmission.  I may be able to solve your problem.  If you loan me a trooper I can give him some basic burn training and have him fix up the less f---ed upguys while I take on the tougher cases.  I had medical training in my previous position before the Empire," Swomz said hurriedly.       "Yes!" Rizzit pumped his fist, " That will work well. I will get you a trooper as soon as one becomes available, but for now take care of who you can.  Here are the med supplies we have left, they should be somewhat sufficient," Rizzit paused and gave Swomz a querying glance.  "What WAS your last position before the Vast Empire?" Rizzit asked.         Swomz looked down and said, "It is a long story sir, I will tell you when we are on our ride home.  For now though, I have to attend to some half dead men.  I will continue to use my sniping expertice as I work from injured soldier to injured soldier, though.  If I don't I may get bored," Swomz said with a smirk.       Rizzit nodded and waved Swomz off.  As he was hurrying away Rizzit returned his attention to the battlefield.  This sure was an interesting set of events.  He wished for more troops, he got them, a medic was needed, he got it, what next?  A hot woman and a nice warm bath with a plate of Traladon ribs?  Rizzit smiled, hey, he could dream, couldn't he?  Sure he could... -----------------------30 minutes later--------------------------         Swomz ran panting up to his fifth patient.  Rizzit still hadn't the ability to lend him an extra trooper.  The man he was currently treating had a broken leg from a concussion grenade blast.  It was already getting infected so Swomz cleaned the wound quickly and efficiently, but the grunt could hardly take the pain and choked down a scream of agony.  Swomz splinted the wound and put a bacta patch over it.  He pulled out his pistols as he moved closer to the front lines.  There was a figure coming towards him in a crouched stance.  Swomz got ready to greet the figure when it let loose a hail of blaster fire in Swomz's direction.  Behind him formed 4 silhouttes and Swomz cursed a blue streak under his breath.  He had a concussion grenade left, but was afraid to use it for fear of hurting injured soldiers of his own side.         Well, if those enemy troops had gotten this far, then there was no way that any friendlies were alive beyond that point.  They would die fighting or take their own life before being captured.  Well, he though, might as well.  He pulled the pin and tossed it at the group.  There was an explosion and five bodies went flying.  Swomz smiled until all of a sudden there was a much greater, brighter flash that roared past him and knocked him off his feet.  Swomz grunted, what the hell had happened he wondered.  He went to the site of the explosion and smiled.  There lying in the dirt were the remains of an AT-PT and two full crates of proton grenades.  What a fantastic day...
 
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Private First Class Swomz
Dishonorably Discharged Petty Officer Second Class Swomz
Former Dread Knights Squad Member
Former FS I:A
Former Venom 3 Fight Leader
Former Venom Squadron Executive Officer