The “Eagles Platoon” does not exist. Just didn’t want to kill somebody in this story which really exist…So, we had a third Platoon, just imagine it  Stormie It was a dark and cold night when Private Hank made his round around the barracks. It was so da*n boring to walk this way every night now for weeks. He didn’t know what they do here, but he thought it was very, very senseless. They had arrived here, without any plans or things they should do. “Just stay alert.” were the only command of Fury, when they sat in the big briefing room. Aha. Wonderful – staying alert for weeks and not knowing for what to look for, was just…sucking. Hank looked on the four moons of  the Blair system.  A system out of any civilisation and this planet, Jukei,  was just a silence watchman of the army system – one of the first planets out of the controlled systems of the Vast Empire. No one cared about this planet – it has no use, no things big commanders are interested in. The Private looked back on the area in front of him – nothing to report out there. The lost hills of Jukei were dark and peaceful. He turned around and saw the lights of their camp about four miles away. “They could have given us some Swoops, but no…da*n.” He made his way through the hills. Suddenly, he thought he saw something behind him. “Is there somebody?” he asked and turned around. Nothing. “Yes.” A dark voice came from all sites. A blaster shot. Silence again. Last thing Hank saw were the four moons of Jukei. Than darkness got around him. With fast steps Commander Lury walked through the camp. On the left and on the right two heavy armoured Troopers in white Stormtrooper gear. Without a greeting to the officers, waiting for him, he entered the command barrack. “Ok, what has happened that you wake me up in the middle of the night?” . “We had an incident here Sir. Private First Class Hank hasn’t answered and the two Troopers we sent for him don’t answer anymore, too. We had informed the competent Squad leader, Cosrick, and he went out there with three Troops and our only AT PT.” Captain Jaler answered with a sad look into his eyes. “and…?” Commander Lury asked, after a long break. “We haven’t heard from them now for twenty minutes Sir.” Commander Lury looked on Jaler…and his eyes made a round through the lines of Troopers and Officers standing around him and waiting for a command. “We have to inform our Command ship and the High Command immediately. This seems to be serious. And than we have to stay alert, very alert and should make the camp secure.” “Yes Sir. I will send a report to our Command ship.” Raziel said and walked out. “Now, Squad leader, get your Troops up and tell them what  has happened. Captain, what do we have as heavy armour and walkers?” “Two AT ST’s, one heavy laser cannon on the…” the last words of Captain Jaler couldn’t hear anybody. They got down in a big explosion, outside of the barrack. Commander Lury looked out of the window. The two last AT ST’s exploded in a big ball of fire and smoke. Troops that had walked around them felt down, blood and death were in the air. “Oh my god…get to the weapons, get to…” a firewall came up to the barrack. Stormtrooper 1026 looks at Argon. “No drinks in the briefing room.” He says strict. “Hey man, that is no drink! Just a IP (Intergalactic Pepsi)!” Argon says and smiles. “Hey Argon, now stop that sh*t and let us begin to work.” Daishi stands up and makes a short salute to Stormie. “So, what is it that you need us the first time Commander?” “Gentlemen, this is a TOP SECRET action. Only Colonel Talon and me know of this commando. You as the Terrorists of the VE should know what that mean. No reports, no word to anybody.” “Yes, we know that, it is not the first time we do our job as terrorists.” Geist says and looks strange at Stormie. “So, this has happened. Our camp on Jukei got attacked by terrorists like you are. They are members of the RUO – the Rebellion Underground Organisation that fight against all Empires here in the systems. The “Emperors Hammer” has lost one squad because of an attack on one of their camps.” Stormie looks tired and sad now…the Troops can see that he hasn’t slept for more than 48 hours. “And now, we had lost a whole Platoon.” “What please?” Geist looks confused at Stormie. “Yes, we have lost the Eagles Platoon. All members including the Commanders and Squad leaders are dead. Their camp was completely destroyed by an attack of those terrorists. They have killed everybody…” “And now – what will we do?” Argon asks and looks out of the window. “Your orders are to destroy their camp in the north of the Blade system. You do mainly the same they did. The problem is we have no proofs that the RUO was it. We just know it because they have left there sign – the highest ranked officer with the a rebellion amulet on his breast and his eyes were…I authorize you to kill everyone you think you need to. Civilizes included.” “Is that the reason because we don’t send official Troops? I want something to do, but isn’t that a job for those Elite Platoon 1 guys?” “No, it will be an unofficial action. We don’t know what the Imperial Senate would say if they know that we attack “poor Civilians” without proofs. The RUO isn’t an official organisation – like the name says.” Stormie looks through the lines if Troopers in front of him. “So, you will do the job?” he asks and he knows the answer. “Yes Sir.” “You have open hand how you do it. You have the full Squad and Platoon Equipments and your personal Equipment too. The Platoon Equipment is 4 Mekuun Hoverscouts and your Squad Equipments 2 Balistic sniper rifles     1 Balistic assault rifle     1 Balistic anti-armor rifle     8 Lightsabers     1 Vibro Katana     Assorted armors     Assortment of blasters     Mind boggling array of explosives     Corealian Corvette Sweetums     Assorted blades, both standard and vibro If you need anymore – I have only two T-16 you could use…. just ask.” Stormie says and looks on his list of items. “Are there anymore questions?” he asks and looks back on the Troopers.

“We don’t know very much about them. On Jukei, where they have destroyed our camp, we found traces of High explosive granats and rockets. Seems like they like heavy weapons. Besides we have found prints of a kind of Walker. I know that is not much, but it’s not important what they have or had. You have to go in there, destroy all what you can, and leave the planet fast as you can. Eliminate everything and everybody. Clear, First Sergeant?” Tycho Celchu nods. “If there aren’t any more questions, you can board the ship which Colonel Talon will lend us this night.” Stormtrooper 1026 says and looks a last time through the room. "So this breifing is closed and ended. Board the shuttle this night and come back fast as you can. And in one part pleaze." Stormtrooper 1026 smiles only for a moment. Than his face gets serious again. "Kill them all." his voice gets dark. The Troops stand up and salute. Daishi steps foward to his Platoon Commander. "You can trust us, don't worry." he says and leaves the room. Stormtrooper 1026 watch the Terrorist for a moments, slowly walling out the briefing room, before he leaves too. To the posts: The competition will end October 19th. Write a long and interesting story and you will get rewarded.
 
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*** Stormtrooper 1026 ***
Platoon Commander of Storm Platoon
PC/SRGM Stormtrooper1026/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/{EW1}{IH}{SoM}
APP/PAG Darth Seegers (Senate Hall)/Aurora

Argon Viper checked through his weapons as the FA prepared for their next mission. He put on the cloak and motorcycle-like helmet that allowed him to disguise his Whiphid nature, the helmet containing a significant amount of sensors. He then clipped on his lightsabers, one of his own making, and one from his grandfather. He took out his explosives, putting them into pouches on his calf, belt, and back, where he would be able to reach them more easily. His flamthrower ammo tank went on his back as he strapped the launcher to it, ready to be used. He took out his hereditary hunting charm, a symbol with a claw-wing in its attack motion graced a mural of the planet Toola. This was about the size of a human palm, and hung on a necklace. Strapping his pistol to his belt, he was almost ready to start. Slinging an automatic grenade launcher over his shoulder, and picking up his handheld E-web(with a small machine gun built in), he prepared to go on another mission. The hunt had begun...   ----------------------- Argon Viper "History is on the move, those who cannot keep up will watch from a distance, and those who get in our way will not watch at all" - Grand Admiral Thrawn "'You have done nothing for which you should be ashamed'  'I have done nothing, and for that, I am ashamed.'" - Charlotte and Benjiman Martin, "The Patriot" "'Pride is a weakness'  'I would prefer stupidity'" - Benjiman Martin and French Guy, "The Patriot"

MASTER IN DA HOUSE!!!!!!!! Suppose i should post to VE Posts occasonily --------------------------------------------------- Master looked at all the weapons in the armory as several FA members started filing out, he then looked at Viper brisiling with weaponary. Master sighed with discust at the sight of all the devices of destruction. Reaching into his locker he pulled out his saber and closed the locker with a clang. Narm looked at him strangly. "We are going up against unknown enemy's and your taking a saber and thats it, no armor or a blaster or anything"? "For starters Since when do i ever wear armor, and secondary i can punch through anything with a saber unlike a blaster" Master said hooking the saber under his cloak. "Oh and if i somehow do lose my saber, ive got this....." With one quick action Master has a vibro knife in his hands and close to Narms throat, Narm looked at it and the next second it was gone. "Ok you got me convinced, just dont do that again" Narm said with a small laugh. "Deal, lets go" Master said as they made their way with the others towards the hanger. In the Hanger..... Several of the commands were not happy with the ship but then again it was all that could be used so they had to suck it up. The Speeders and walker were loaded in the hold, while the Troopers were situated in the "lounge". The ship clunked and clanked as it rose on its repulsers, Narm walked around inside, "Oh im a bad ass, WOOO, ill take them all out myself, im da man" Daishi looked at Narm and sighed, "Narm the last time you thought you were all that i seem to remeber someone getting you really drunk and stripping you of your armor and tieing you up outside the Command Staff Offices with you wearing nothing, you wanting to repeat it are you, i seem to remeber Anikan wasent pleased"? That shut Narm up real quick, he had never found out who had done that, behind his back Hippie smiled and winked to Daishi, Dai smirked. Narm sat not saying another word. Everyone knew their orders, there were only a few small conversations as the ship managed to jump to lightspeed. ---------------------------------------------- There ya go chappys, hmmm this proves i am actully here, i knew there was a catch to writing in this Oh well, just a quick note, check the FA site soon, since i have a copy of the Op's manual now it will start to go online. Until Next time Ladies, Master

[Master, I'm not "bristling" with anything, all my weapons(except the stuff on my back, which will be put elsewhere on the mission) fit neatly in my Whiphid fur ] -------------- Argon watched the card game between Narm, Tycho, Geist, and Jingo half heartedly as he ran through some of the Jedi excersizes Master had taught him. Calming himself, he drew the force to him, feeling it flow through him. Reaching out, he tested himself, spinning random things in the ship into a sort of typhoon. The other Fallen Angels didn't even react, Argon had been doing this for a long time, experimenting with more and bigger objects, and he hadn't hit anyone yet. As Argon did this, he listened to the instructions Master gave him,"move the chair over here," and,"try that bolt." As he tested and honed his Jedi abilities, he discussed the upcoming mission with Daishi. "I think we should do a recon the second we land, get the lay of the terrain down and list possible locations for a terrorist base,"said Daishi. "Sounds good to me,"replied Argon,"who should we send?" "Well,"replied Daishi, not even flinching as a bolt whizzed past his head,"I was hoping you'd agree to go, being our customary scout..." "Can do,"said Argon,"but if it's just me, it'll take too long to cover all the ground we'll need to." "I agree,"broke in Master,"I think the entire Dread Knights Squad should go on this, Hippie and DW are as good as the rest of you and me and Argon are arguably better." "Okay,"said Daishi,"when we land, the Fallen Angel's Squad will set up a base for us, and the Dread Knights will scout out the area." "Sounds good to me,"said Argon, lifting up Narm and adding him to the typhoon. Narm calmly kept playing, putting down cards and moving chips whenever he flew by the table. "It's surprising how quickly you get used to this,"he commented as he was set down...
 
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Argon Viper
"History is on the move, those who cannot keep up will watch from a distance, and those who get in our way will not watch at all" - Grand Admiral Thrawn
"'You have done nothing for which you should be ashamed'  'I have done nothing, and for that, I am ashamed.'" - Charlotte and Benjiman Martin, "The Patriot"
"'Pride is a weakness'  'I would prefer stupidity'" - Benjiman Martin and French Guy, "The Patriot"

Tycho had slept through most of the happenings. What he didn't expect was for a whiphid to lift him up and throw him against the wall to wake him up "Rise and shine, bucko, you'v got some work to do. Report to the southwest corner of Point Echo and keep watch. Someone will replace you in four hours." Groaning, Tycho picked up his equipment: body armor that could withstand many blaster shots, a fully enclosed helmet, leg padding and armor, and his weapons. Tycho went on a spending spree once and had gotten a lethal combination of weapons. "Here, take this," and Tycho handed his E-11 Heavy Blaster over to Vipe. "And this," while handing over his EXP-7a Precision Hunting Rifle, "Oh, and this," and he passed over his TI-47 Slugthrower Sniper Rifle. Tycho put on his leg holster and fitted his T-6 Thunderer Heavy Blaster Pistol into it, and slung his LJ-90 Laser Sniper Rifle over his shoulder. "Who else is on guard duty tonight?" "I dunno, I just thought you should be one of them because you were too relaxed." "Do you know if they have their comsets on them?" "As always." "Good, then I won't be bored." Tycho then took off the visor of his helmet, and this action only revealed his eyes, nothing more. In its place he put a pair of macrobinoculars, with the ability to see UV, IR, Negatives, and other spectrums unavailable to humans. Set up in the southwest corner, he began to make a small fortification with some earth and twigs and rocks--not much to stop a blaster bolt, but better than nothing. It also concealed him a bit more than his camouflage. He then took out a ration bar and bit into it, suddenly ravenously hungry. All he had to do was stay there for four hours, and that was it, only four hours, on guard with three other squadmates of his.
 
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Sergeant Major Tycho Celchu

Tycho was replaced by Hippie after a seemingly endless watch. A four hour watch for most military units is nothing, but when concentrating for that amount of time without thinking of anything else, it gets very tiring. He trudged back to his sleeping place, unslung his weapons, and hit the sack. Tycho was so tired he didn't even bother to take off his armor, which was just as well because he actually fell asleep standing and fell onto his resting place. Hippie's watch was tense, for neither Geist nor Viper had reported in for an extended amount of time. His eyes kept tracking any movement his eye could see, with the thought that someone was there. Hippie fell asleep right after his replacement got there, and that demonstrated how tense he was, and the amount of concentration he put into his important duty.
 
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Sergeant Major Tycho Celchu

Getting to like his new assignment. He and Geist had just been challenged to show how good they were in snipering, explosives, and plain, dirty, combat. Geist had quickly put all the rebel snipers to shame, sniping targets at ranges of over two kilometers with pinpoint accuracy. Argon had proven his profficiency with explosives, setting them in the most effecient way to destroy a building and showing the people a few uses for explosives they had probably never thought about. The open fight had gone even worse for the rebel terrorists. They had been expecting to simply swarm Geist and Argon, but they were in for a surprise. Geist's armor gave him incredible super-human speed and strength, while Argon had the same thing naturally. Within seconds of the start, the area around them was littered with unconcsious rebels, while more charged in. Each one of them met with either Geist's fists of Argon's claws that day, as the two Fallen Angels proved their utter superiority over the rebels. That night, as they prepared to get some sleep in the quarters they had been assigned, Argon's datapad beeped with a message. Initiate Phase Two
 
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Argon Viper
"History is on the move, those who cannot keep up will watch from a distance, and those who get in our way will not watch at all" - Grand Admiral Thrawn
"He who knows his enemy, needs not fear confrontation" - Sun Tzu, "The Art of War"
"Insanity is not a mental condition, it's a way of life" - Argon Viper
"Those who run from death, win little.  Those who simply live their lives, win much" - Argon Viper

Phase two was to hack into the database whenever possible to find the location of all possible terrorist camps. That night, Geist and Argon stayed up late, testing the system eight ways from Sunday(this planet's calender had a nine day week, the other two days were Jupsday and Herasday). They went through their routines the next day, and returned at night, hacking into the system with precision accuracy on what they needed to know. Downloading the files only took a few seconds, so they got a good nights sleep that night. At that point, they entered the normal routine of life at the base, staying ready for Daishi's next signal.
 
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Argon Viper
"History is on the move, those who cannot keep up will watch from a distance, and those who get in our way will not watch at all" - Grand Admiral Thrawn
"He who knows his enemy, needs not fear confrontation" - Sun Tzu, "The Art of War"
"Insanity is not a mental condition, it's a way of life" - Argon Viper
"Those who run from death, win little.  Those who simply live their lives, win much" - Argon Viper

Master sat in a tree on the outskirts of the Fallen Angels Camp, watch was boring, no one knew where they were and with all the force users they could feel them before they came to close anyway. It started to rain, the tropical weather meant it rained to often for the FA's liking. Master sighed and continued to tinker with his lightsaber moving several componets with a small tool. "Bored are we Master, i thought Jedi were suppose to be patient" Hippie said with a small laugh as he climbed up next to Master. "Yea and we are also suppose to not crave battle" Master replied grinning. "Still making improvments to your saber"? Hippie asked. "Yea, i got a cyrstal back on the Vornskr, i want to see if i can add it to my saber, its got some focus on the force which i have never seen in something non living" Master replied as he closed up the saber and attacked it back to his belt. "Sounds like a good find then, but it seems we are going to be here for a while yet" Hippie said with a small sigh. Master asked, "Daishi still hasent said anything about what we are going to do next"? Hippie shook his head. "Id get a feel of him through the force but he always has that stupid lizard with him and it blocks me" Master said with a frown. "Oh well, we cant stay here forever can we" Hippie said forcing a smile. "Nope, but its looking that way" Master said with a laugh.
 
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Master
Fallen Angels
"I have often feared that one day my sins would come back to haunt me, and it is something i could not bare" - The Patriot.

"You can take my life, you can take my soal, but you try to take me saber and heads will roll" -Master

"The military don't start wars. Politicians start wars."

[Well, this is supposed to finish today, so here goes...] The figures of Geist and Argon approached the command tent after being waved through a sentry point. On entering, they walked over to a pair of fold out chairs occupying the opposite side of one table. Daishi quizzed them thoroughly on what they had found, he was mildly surprised to hear that they had ysalamiri there, though finding that this wasn't the only group did not shock him at all. "Well," said Daishi, "If they're breaking out the ysalamiri, then they know we're here. We'll hit them late tonight, and see if we can get someone alive to question." There were murmurs of assension from Geist and Argon. "Right, three hours before dawn." The Fallen Angels were all glad to know that they at last had something to do, and set about preparing for the assault with renewed vigour. The sky was still dark, and the moon was long set when the Angels set out on their night assault. Lead by Geist, the small procession wound its way through the trees and out on to the plain. They moved in silence and darkness, relying on their guides across the dark emptiness of the plain. Ahead, a darker shadow began to blot out the stars, another wooded area loomed up ahead of them, and Geist motioned for silence. They slowly crept into the trees, and began fanning out. The heavy weapons carried by Argon and Stonefish were moved out to the flanks to bring everyone into the centre where all the rest would be concentrated. Master moved up ahead and silenced the sentries, while Daishi got up into a well-placed tree and began to set his rifle sight. Then, when the time was right, every single Angel in the assault primed two grenades and threw them into the tent barracked area. A staccato series of explosions resounded in the night air, and the first shots were fired. Stonefish opened up with Old Painless, mowing down tent, man and fortifications alike with a hail of explosive-tipped slugs. No man stood a chance, and soon those that weren't dead or dying ran from him. On the opposite side, Viper opened up with an E-Web under each arm, causing much the same effect. Soon, the troops who were not already in the middle of the camp had fled there. Master frowned as he approached, sensing the gap in the Force indicative of ysalamiri. They can't have that many, he thought. As they all approached the camp, they saw the sandbag fort thrown up with the metallic glisten of ysalamir frames in the predawn light. From the number of weapons here, it was clear that they had been planning an assault of their own. Nevertheless, the Angels were not about to let a fight go and they found covere where they could, from crates, tents and piles of felled trees. The battle began. Blasters and projectile weapons sounded loudly in the predawn light as the two sides fought it out. Jingo fell, the leg of his coverall smouldering from the blaster burn that covered a large portion of his thigh, but he propped himself up and carried on firing. As the numbers dropped, the sound lessened in the clearing. Stonefish's gun ran dry leaving three men running at him firing their blasters wildly, trying to force a breach in the Angels' circle. Fish dropped the gun to the ground and whipped out the pistols at his hips firing into the three of them, carrying on until they stopped moving. On of the guns had clicked empty, he threw both of them to the ground and advanced, pulling the shotgun from his leg. Daishi's rifle reported again, and another trooper dropped with most of his head missing. The terrorists regrouped after fleeing their fort, massing behind a stack of crates, and firing around and over them. A familiar figure dropped from a tree behind them, and with a snap-hiss they started screaming as Master's lightsaber cut into them all. Argon's E-Webs had long run dry, and now he ran the camp looking for the command tent, which he had lost in the confusion. A lone trooper jumped out from behind a tent and began to aim his blaster rifle. With a roar, Viper pounced and skewered the man through the throat with his talons. Geist had found a position atop a wooden sentry tower at the edge of the camp, and joined Daishi in sniping at the plenitude of targets. Slowly the number of troopers diminished, and the battle began to slow. Eventually, the Angels ran out of people to shoot as the terrorists they found hiding in tents either surrendered or had gone into shock. They found the terrorist commander hiding under a table in the command tent, busily trying to light a fire with a stack of papers sitting next to him. "I don't think you want to do that," said the massive form of Viper leaning over the side of the table. The man's eyes rolled up into his head and he fainted. As the sun rose further into the sky, the Angels had finally scoured the camp of people, those that had surrendered were herded into the clearing in the middle and disarmed. Most had been bound, and Jingo and Fish were in the process of taking care of the rest. Daishi strolled up with his rifle slung over one shoulder. "Call Stormie," he said to Geist, "and get him to pick us up. He's gonna want to question some of these guys."
 
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Ramon Stonefish

"How can we say we are protectors when we are more feared than that which we defend against?!" --Lucien, the First Fallen.
"May the sinless tester of souls hold his hawk's perch over me" -- a kenning, author unknown.

[Are you going to carry this on, or what? I have no idea where you're going with this.]
 
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Ramon Stonefish

"How can we say we are protectors when we are more feared than that which we defend against?!" --Lucien, the First Fallen.
"May the sinless tester of souls hold his hawk's perch over me" -- a kenning, author unknown.

[The reason I'm not posting is because I have no idea where to go with this.]
 
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Sergeant Major Tycho Celchu

Tycho groaned...relegated to prisoner transport duty, and the prisoner wasn't even putting up a fight. "This guys gonna crack even before we get him on the table," remarked Fish. Master replied, "don't you mean before he even makes it into the room?" "This guys probably gonna his eyes out. Why can't these new terrorists be people who can at least seem threatening? We're trained to deal with dangerous people, not wusses like him", Tycho added. The four of them carried the man down towards the interrogation chamber, where he put up a bit of a struggle, and punched Tycho full in the face, and Master responded with a quick kick to the man's stomach, and he lost his wind with an audible "whoosh". Tycho picked his E-11 back up and pumped stun shot after stun shot into the prisoner's body. The now-limp inmate was dragged into the room and strapped the the interrogation table. Tycho rubbed his nose and reset the bone and began to clean up the blood that had flowed forth. "For a wuss he's got a pretty good right," Tycho ammended. Hippie pricked the prisoner with a hypospray that would wake him up. When his eyes began to flutter open, Tycho bent over him and whispered a taunt, "Sweet dreams, princess," with an evil grin. The prisoner fainted. Fish set everything up and made one final comment before the men left the room, "Well, if he faints after hearing the taunt, I'd hate to see him after the interrogation is finished. The first stage of the interrogation was to make the man feel pain, as a warning of what was to come if he did not speak: the interrogation unit opened up the mans eyes and sprayed them with a little pepperspray. The man's formerly limp body was not straining at the restrainsts, wracked with burning pain. Master spoke as he watched from a window, "If he thinks thats bad, I don't want to know what he is going to think about what comes after that, if he doesn't spill a few secrets here and there." ----------------------- Sergeant Major Tycho Celchu