OOC: This is my first
Medic Training
Advanced First Aid

CJ moved quickly down the hall, he didn't want to be late for his training. He approached the door and entered it to find a man sitting down. He must have been the training Captain. CJ walked up, saluted and sat down on a seat. The room was cold and lighten up by only a single yellow glow from the wall.

"Now" The Captain started. "We will begin today's training in a simulation room right behind me. You will be using an E-11 blaster armed with fake bolts of light and you will also be wearing an electronic vest. Now what will happen is there are two injured men around in this forest simulation. You will start off at you camp and go find them, once you find them, treat with this" The Captain held up a small glass container filled with a liquid CJ was familiar with from his basic training. "Then bring them back. Simple you might say, but this is where the vest comes in. There will be rebel drones floating by, and if you are hit more than twice your vest will turn your E-11 training blaster off and the simulation, terminated. You have five minutes to successfully treat and bring back the two men without dying. Now, have you got any questions?" A few moments of silence was broken by the Captains words. "Very well, get into your vest, get you weapon and enter the simulation". CJ clipped on the tough vest and picked up his weapon.

Suddenly a door opened up in front of him to find a forest like planet. CJ stepped through the door and entered, he saw a flag and a crate of some sort. He stepped forward and then heard a clank behind him, and then suddenly a he heard a voice. "Your time starts now" That was all CJ needed to know. CJ moved quickly forward studying the landscape, it looked so real. He held his hand of his trigger jumping cautiously as he jumped over a fallen tree. Then a swooping sound made him look to his right, a drone was heading straight for him. The drone fired a light bolt at him but he was too quick, rolling down as he dodged the fire, then the drone shot again. CJ ducked, just missing another bolt and then he fired twice, but they both missed. He groaned, rolled and fired another two, one missing but the other had a direct hit! The drone fell and CJ started to run toward what he thought was a groan and he was right. A pale man lay wounded in the leg, breathing lightly. CJ new exactly what to do, he just looked back in his mind to the basic training. He pulled out his container, poured a drop of the liquid on the man's wound and then put it away, then to break the silence he heard a swoop and then he saw a drone. CJ quickly got out his E-11 and fired missing the drone, now it was the drone's turn to fire, CJ expected that so just before the drone fired he moved himself and the man out of the way, missing the bolt, then CJ shot three bolts at the drone, and will relief, all hit and the drone fell down. "Four minutes remain" Thundered a voice which triggered CJ to jump up and carry the man to the camp which he thought was the right way. CJ walked as fast as he could but of corse he would have to carry the man over trees and rocks nearly stumble all the time.  Finally he reached the flag and put the man down on the crate. "Injured man two has been successfully treated and taken to the camp. Injured man 1 remains" Shot out a voice.

CJ gave a slight smile as he turned around and ran through the forest. Suddenly a drone swooped past and fired while it was moving. CJ quickly rolled, jumped and shot back twice, one hitting, but the drone didn't fall. CJ groaned and fired back two times again having them both the drone, causing it to fall into the dirt. "Ha!" CJ couldn't help but saying it, he felt unstoppable as he ran through the forest. "Three minutes remain" Came the voice again which made CJ stumble on one of the fallen drones he had shot earlier. "Damn, I don't have time for this" CJ mumbled as he got up and continued to run until he came to another drone, but CJ didn't slow down, but shot five bolts having three hit it before the drone could even fire one. CJ decided to run left now and he did so until he found the other injured man. "Two minutes remain" Came the voice as usual while he pulled the container out and put a drop on the wound, then he put the container away, picked up the man and ran back toward the camp and when he finally arrived he placed the man on the crate and then sat down to hear a voice again. "Congratulations, you have completed your training with one minute and twelve seconds to spare" Then suddenly the door opened and CJ got up and walked through it. "Good job private" Congratulated the Captain. "You've done well. Now please enter this room for some target practice"

CJ saw a door open so he entered to a room with some drones and weapons. "Choose your weapon and activate the drones, you can set them on moving or non-moving, shooting or non-shooting" said the Captain as he left the room. CJ walked over to the weapons rack and chose out his favourite and original, the E-11 blaster rifle. Then he walked over to panel and selected four drones, moving and shooting. CJ got into position and then across the room four drones sputtered to life and began to fire light bolts about one per five seconds. CJ used the average roll and dodge trick and then he leaned back and fired multiple shots, hitting two of the drones before ducking again, then open fired hitting the remaining two.
Hours had passed now so CJ turned off the drones, put away his weapon and exited the room, passing down the hall. CJ hadn't had much training before and he didnt have much today, but it was a good start he thought.



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TRP/PFC CJ/3SQD/1PLT/1COM:/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]

Fear over Peace.
Anger over Honor.
Power over Justice.
Darkness over Light.

Make sure to let everyone know what your story is really about, just typing it at the top of your writing doesnt do it all, you actually have to include that subject the most in your stories. This message in no way means to belittle your writing, its actually very well written, but everything can be up for improvement.

REMEMBER:
If anyone in the squad would like writing help, see me on IRC, or send me an email at [email protected] so I can set up a time to talk with you, I'm always glad to help!
 
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Private First Class Jakireth Cadrimos
Army of the Vast Empire
FTL/PFC Jakireth/3SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1RGT/1BAT//VEA/VE[LoR]

"Courage and bravery are your two primary weapons on the battlefield, without them, it is difficult and sometimes impossible to prevail"-Jakireth Cadrimos

Story line is good Rev.
I'm just so glad you finally did something, meh.

 
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Lance Corporal Jakireth
- Raider Squad -
Fire Team Leader
Army of the Vast Empire

"Faithful to the end..." Raiders squad motto

HWS
Indirect Fire Ops
Lvl. 1: Part 2

Revan was sitting at home on Tatooine and saw that he was about 3 minutes late for the training session. Revan got up and went to the garage. Got on his Barc Speeder and went to the Shuttle Station and got a ride to Tadath. He told the Secretary he was here for his Training she said go right ahead. He went to Room 308. On his way there he met his commanding officers, Rizzit, Raziel, and Kadann. He saluted fast and went in the room. He went in and the Instructor looked at the clock and said your 30 minutes late. Revan said that he totally forgot the day and the Instructor said, " Its okay, Everyone makes mistakes and forgets things."

Revan asked, "What is my Mission today?" The instructor told him about Indirect Fire Ops. He said what equipment am i using. The Instructor said an Emplaced Elite Heavy Turret, a E-11/H Heavy Blaster Rifle, 2 DC-15s Pistols and a PT-212 Vibroblade. He got into his armor and equiped the weapons and slid down the Sim Visor. He got in the Sim and was told his objectives.
The Instructor said, " Rally the troops to the Turrets and barriers until your defenses and the main troops are ready to attack their main base. You are placed on a hill on the right flank with an emplaced turret. There will be a suprise in the middle of the battle they have an advantage on you that is sly move but not sly enough. Listen to your com and fellow troopers. You must destroy all vehicles and kill 10,000 of the 100,000 enemy men. That is all Revan you must suceed your the Enemy will take over Tatooine."

Revan said to himself, " I must defend my Planet and the troops who will triumph. And i hope the men there have some training or better training than me."

Revan enter the Sim and Ended up on his home planet and said this is where i live and I won't let them pass. He rallied the men to guns and barriers. He told them to shoot and listen to the com. The men were all positioned. Revan saw 50 AT-AT's and 25 AT-ST's. He had to defend them from missiles and other vehicles. Then the Com said tminus 10..... tminus 1, Begin. Revan got to his turret and fired at the men and the Tanks coming and the Speeder bikes. He had half of the vehicles destroyed and half of the men killed, he surpass the limit of 10,000 men. He told the men to keep firing when the Orbital Sensors jammed his and the men's sensors. It went black.  He heard the com say, "point: 24, axis 1: 30, axis 2: 08, and Vector 18" He turned the turret to the vector, the point, and the axis. He fired 5 shots and heard, " Confirmed Kill!" Revan had the same thing over and over. He heard "Confirmed Kill" every 5 secs.

He repeated the attack and then he heard, " Commence attack on Rebel Base at Point 49, Axis 1 and 2: 50, and Vector 100," "I repeat Converge at Point 49, Axis 1 and 2 50 and Vector 100," "Revan hit the Satillite and hit the Factory, Generator, and the Command Center." Revan hit all the points and killed 3/4 of the Enemies army. He then heard, "Sensors up in 3...2...1...." He then saw the Base of the Enemy. Revan then heard, "Revan get on your Speeder and rally the main forces and the forces out there to the enemy's base."

Revan hopped on his speeder and rallied the men towards the base. He heard the Com say, " Your in charge of the men today and go kick there butts now Private First Class." Revan got excited and charged toward the enemy and got off his speeder and started shooting at the remaining enemies. He then got Demolitions to blow the main door open and went to the officer's tower at the enemy's base. They charged in and Revan had his pistols ready. He drawed his Vibroblade and told the men to ready their vibrobayonets/Vibroblades. The men charged for the Glory! (Kote!). Then Revan got Word that the Commanding Officer of the Rebels stationed there was escaping.

Revan told the men to round up the officers and kill the remaining soldiers. Revan got to the Turret which was a dual rocket turret and he aimed it at the Officers's X-Wing. He shot 4 rockets and the X-Wing crashed. He checked it out and captured the Officer and was told to go back to the Base.

Then the Sim shutted down and He got out of the Chamber. The Instructor told him he had sucessfully completed his mission and told him to bring his sniper rifles next time. Revan saluted and exited the room. He walked back Saluting Rizzit, Raziel, Kadann, Talon, Jakireth, MaraJade, Fury, and Cosmic who were all in the Meeting Room discussing important matters. Revan went outside and saw an Tie Bomber that was just sitting there. The note on the wing said, " This is a 1 time thing Revan, There is a Pilot in there that will shuttle you home and return to here for the today only." P.S. The Shuttle Station is Closed down.

Revan hopped in and was taken back home to relax and set up for next time.

Reply for Comments, Edits, and for me to move on to Level 2.

Comments: These reply notes are annoying me Anyways, good story: and this brings you to your second level. I must apologize for this being late edited, but things have been rather hectic for me as of late (the past month)
 
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TRP/PFC Revan666/1RGT/1BAT/1PLT/3SQD/Tadath/VEA/VE[LoR]

"My kills are my life and to attack the enemy from every which way. The enemy's reinforcements and main forces run in fear." Revan 666

HWS
Heavy Weapons Specialist
Level 2 Story 1
Precision Range Shooting

Revan was at home get his equipment like his grenades and rifles/sniper rifles. Revan always wanted to use his new sniper rifles since the day he bought them and got them from his parents' will. He got on his speeder and the moment he got on he was called to the academy. So he got his range finders, rifles/ sniper rifles, grenades, communication devices, and his personal 4 pistols. He got to the Shuttle Station and took it to Tadath and went inside the Base. He told the secretary he came and went to the room.

He saw the Instructor waiting preparing for Revan's Arrival. Revan Enter with his Armor, Ammo, Weapons, and Grenades all in his Pack and Duffle Bag. He puts down Sim Visor gets out 4 DC-15s holsters them, the DC-17 with all attachments, the LJ-90 Sniper Rifle, his Grenades, the Two Vibroblades, his comlink, his Range finder, His binoculars, and his Whisper Subsonic Slugthrower Sniper Rifle. All holstered and he was in a Katarn Clone Commando Armor with Imperial Modifications.

He asked the Instructor, "Is that enough weapons and a heavy armor. The Instructor told him, "Don't forget about your E-11/H Blaster." Revan Holsters his E-11/H Blaster Rifle. He gets in the Chamber and Salutes.

The Instructor told him, "At Ease Soldier", and here are your objectives, you and 20 men including Sharpshooters are going to enter a Shooting Range to get the Hang of Shooting with the Guns they have and yours. Then you are going to get in 4 Laat Gunships to take you and the men to the Base you were on last time.

But this time your attacking and ambush a Regiment of Rebel Rookie Soldiers marching to your Base ok. You are supposed to have the Artillery of AT-STs Ready and the 5 AT-AT's that are standing in a Field in front of the Forest. Along with the 5,000,000 men there standing by the Artillery along with the ARC troopers that along with you for half the battle then they go to destroy a Hangar and Armory to weaken the Rebel's Supplies. The Men with you at the beginning will peg off most of the Men going through the Main path while the 5 other paths will meet the artillery and the men in the Field.

You will have to be quiet so they don't signal the base for anything. You are going to signal the time to jam their sensors half way through the battle so the ARC troopers can safely make their way to the First enemy base ok. Then you and the 20 men will escort the ARCs in Laat Gunships to the Other bases and make the Rebels follow you on ground to the Field and ambush them on the Main Path and make them pay for Resisting the Empire's Rule ok. Then tell the Artillery to attack at first sight of rebels along with the Troops

Next, Get the Troops to surround them and push them back to the Center HQ so you can capture the other Bases to bring in more men from the academy you build next to the Bases that will increase your men from 5,000,000 to 10,000,000 and increase artillery to double of each. Then Converge to the Main Base ok. Then Shoot down all Fighters with the AAGuns on the Bases.  Call for 5 more Artillery of each one and call for Bomber Support from the Fleet above.

Then Converge again and again until the Main Base is taken and other Bases ok and don't let them get past the Field and plant bombs in the Main Base. Also, don't let the Vanguards get to the Artillery or bye AT-ST support ok or the Bases you capture ok. That is All Trooper.

Revan Stepped in with all equipment on and activated the Chamber. Revan then was put in the Firing range to get a hold of his Rifles and grenades he had. He had got his array of weapons and got a hold each one and got close to the bull's eye for the first time with sniper rifles. He then went to the Grenadine Range. He unleashed his grenades he had to see what each one did and their effect radius/damage radius. He then went to the to the Pad with the men and hopped on the Gunships and went to the Base that was 200 km away.

They got to the field and hopped off they got men in the artillery and men assembled by the Artillery and got the 20 men and the ARC troopers to the Ambush Point also himself and had everyone ready and their orders. Then out of nowhere a scout told Revan about the Rebels are coming and an Orbital Cannon is Ready to fire at the Ships coming to the Atmosphere or ships with men to retreat to another planet.

He got the Orbital Cannon Ready for anything and told the scouts to hide in the Trees and snipe along with the main group there. He then went to get his grenades ready when the Rebels were in firing range and he told them to fire. He was picking them off like he was on the Range firing at them. He got the Men their to fire faster and more deadlier than ever. He was just nailing them along with the team there. He then was told jamming sensors operation ready and he signaled the Sensors to jam ASAP.

The Sensors kicked in and the ARC troopers charged to the first base they got to and noticed it was heavily fortified. Revan and 10 men went to help the ARC troopers and they got there and got the base defenseless. He got inside and got a slicer on the main computer. The Slicer had access to send commands to the other Bases. Revan told the Slicer to send a fake command from their Commander Skywalker to tell the Rebels to attack the Imperials down the paths ASAP all men now.

Revan grinned and told the Men to attack the Main Hangar and Main Armory. The two were demolished with out the Rebels Knowing. He had moved the men to the 25 bases surrounding the Main Base of the Rebels. Once they got the bases surrounding he got the men to get the building commencing. Within minutes the bases had 10 million men trained and stationed at the Forest Entrances to the Field. Also, 50 artillery units set up and ready to attack.

Then he told all Imperial Units Converge on the Main Base ASAP. The Men had killed all the Rebels coming to the Base of the Imperials and charged to the Enemy's Base. With in Minutes the Base was captured. Then a report of 1 last base 1 km away and millions of Transports were launching. Revan Called in Bomber Support and the Orbital Cannon to demolish as many transports as possible until the men got there. Revan, the Men, and the Artillery got there attacking the Fleeing Transports.

They killed the Rebel Officers and took over the base. The Men got to the Guns and Fired upon the Transports/X-Wings and Y-Wings leaving.  Revan took the Main One and fired upon the Ships. Revan discovered that the Rebels were holding a Fortress that guarded the Citadel of Siegen. Then Revan got to the Citadel and took the Guns There to attack the ships from the Citadel and closer to the Rebel hangar and Landing Pad. Once all the Ships were destroyed and artillery was built.

Along with more men getting trained to overcome the Rebels last spot. City of the Siegen 2. The Men and Revan went there conquered all the men at Siegen 2 surpassing what the objectives were placed for the mission. Revan had Victory on his Screen and the Sim shutdown. The Instructor told him that he went over the limits and got him better at being a turret man and great at Precision Shooting.

Revan Exited with his Pack and Duffle Bag. He saluted to the commanding officers in the Meeting room and in the Hall. He Exited and saw the Shuttle Station had a new vehicle to shuttle people. He paid 500 credits to the Shuttle station to ride the New Vehicle. He went inside the Hangar and saw it was an Old Republic Assault Ship for the Public and the Nearby Imperial Units. He got on and was taken back home. He relaxed after putting away his stuff and took a nap.

Comments: I think you need to realize the difference between training and a mission: but good work nonetheless.


 
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TRP/PFC Revan666/1RGT/1BAT/1PLT/3SQD/Tadath/VEA/VE[LoR] HWS
Raiders Squad

HWS
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Heavy Weapons Specialist
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Level 2, Story 2
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Revan woke up and got changed into Uniform. He then put on his Imperial Modified Commando Armor. He gets his Range Finder and other items. He then goes to his Speeder to ride to Academy, since he had a message on his WristCom.  He then got to the Shuttle Station and hopped on the Assault Ship. He got off on Tadath and went over to the Main Gate of Tadath's Academy. He saw Fortresses and Outposts guarding the Academy. Revan looks at turrets, troopers, and Snipers pointing at him with their weapons. He pushes a button on the Inter-Com from the outside to go in.

The Secretary asked, " Hello, State Rank, Squad, Name to come in."

Revan Replied, " This PFC Revan666 of Raiders-Multi-Environment Infantry Requesting Permission to come in madam."

The Secretary looked at her computer terminal and said, "Access Granted, Revan666."

Revan went in the gate and through the Door to the Academy. He went straight to door 308. He opened the door with his Key Card. He walked in with his equipment and his Imperial Modified Clone Commando Armor. He sat down on a chair right beside his Instructor's Seat. He looked around and saw a note.

The Note said, " Revan, I will be back in 10 minutes when you arrived today. Checking what is the objective is today and getting an update for the chamber. Well Get prepared with Range Finder, Sniper Rifles, Pistol, Grenades, etc."

Revan prepared himself for the objectives; he got his rifles, grenades, four DC-15s and 2 Vibroblades. When out of nowhere from behind and spooked Revan from his Armor to his Skin coming off of him. He calmed down from the Fright and talked to his Instructor.

He said to him, "So how many men am I going to kill today, or what is the objectives?"

His Instructor Replied, "Many kills for the first and the objectives are a bunch."

Revan pulled out his Data-Pad and uploaded the objectives.
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Objectives of Range Finding & Advanced Vector Calculation
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                    Objectives and Details
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Tell Men to Set Up Gun Emplacements. Find the Range of each Emplacement Suggestion, and find the Enemy Spec Ops at the Forest Edge setting up an ambush for you before they get to you. Then, Set up enough guns to take down the vehicles coming this way to invade the base here. Get in a gun yourself and fire from long-range at Enemy Vehicles. While, the whole entire base ready to come out and sweep what is left of men, vehicles, tanks, etc.

Then go for their Main Base after the Two Outposts and Two Fortresses there guarding it. Then Set up there Academies, Factory, Turrets, Guns, Long Range Anti Infantry and Anti Air. They will dispatch 50 Y-Wings and 20 X-Wings when you set up to mess up your plans totally. Then go to the Main Base that has their Hangars and 10 factories. Have our Spec-Ops infiltrate the Factories and Hangars so you can take them over and then to the Main Base.

While in the Main Base, Kill all who resists you and the men. You will be in command of the troops and Vehicles. Don't worry there is our Reinforcements of our Troops Near their Main base. Call them in to overwhelm them. If any of the officers escape your attack tell our Orbital Cannons to fire at will at the Insignificant Rebel Officer. Go to their Command Center and Capture their Commander. Put him in front of the base and Set up the Firing Squad of Heavy Weapons, Snipers, Grenades, and also our Turrets/Guns; for all to see! If any other officer is there kill him ASAP!
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Bonuses/Weapons/Enemy Units
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Bonuses: Capture Officers, Kill 1,000,000 men; Get the Info from their terminals for their Ultimate Weapon (The Sky-Walker Cannon I).
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Weapons: Sniper Rifles, Projectile Weapons, Grenades, Charges, Blaster Rifles, and Blaster Pistols.
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Enemy Units: Rebel Heavy Armor Tanks, Rebel Spec-Ops, Rebel Soldiers, Rebel Officers, Rebel Captain, Rebel Commander, Rebel Tank Pilots, Rebel Turrets, X-Wings, and Y-Wings.
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Reinforcements/Our Units
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Reinforcements: 10 million of each Imperial Troopers, Snipers, Spec-Ops, Shock Troopers, AT-ATs, AT-STs, and AT-PTs.
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Our Units: AT-ATs, AT-STs, AT-PTs, Troopers, Snipers, Pilots, Guns, Turrets, Tie-Bombers, Tie-Fighters, Spec-Ops, Shock Troopers, and Officers.
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The Instructor coaxed him over to the chamber and said, " Go in as soon as the update has been installed."

Revan put down his Sim Visor, and Replied, "Ok Sir!"

The Instructor seen it installed quickly; He then coaxed Revan in the Chamber and Closed the Chambers doors, and said, "Remember your objectives!"

Revan gave him thumbs up and put his data-pad attached to his WristCom. Then he was back where he was last time. He walked over to the men and got them into position. He pulled out his Range-Finder. He scanned the area and got the men to plant the guns where he pointed. He then got his gun up and then he ordered the men to scan the area for Rebel Spec-Ops. Then Revan pointed them out, fired at the Spec-Ops and they fell over dead. He then scanned the area for the Enemy Heavy Armored Tanks and Men. He alerted the men to fire at the tanks from long-ranged scopes on the guns. He nailed the first few but the Rebels were not noticing that they were being attacked. But just in case he signaled for Jamming Sensors Operation.

Within Seconds the Rebel's Communication and Sensors were jammed. Then he told the men to fire furiously and to hammer them. He kept on firing at the Tanks at Long-Range with his Range-Finder on his Armor. He spotted a thousand tanks coming. He blew over 500 tanks and 500,000 deaths of Troops. He then signaled for the Main Forces to sweep with Turret Support. He then signaled 5 AT-STs to come out and support the Main Forces and the Turrets. He called for the men to wipe them out and go to the other side of the forces but do not go past the other forest edge. He got to the other side with the men in the Guns. The Forces Strike at the Fortresses beyond reach of the Outposts. The Fortresses were taken over. Then the men proceeded to the Outposts, which were all too easy to capture.

Proceeding within 100 meters of the Rebel Command Center. He called in the Reinforcements to clear it out. Within Minutes the Center Fell along with the Spec-Ops taking over the Hangars and Factories. They got to the officers and captured them and the Commander. The Captain escaped from them. They Got to the Guns and started firing. The Captain to the Most Heavily Armored Tank. He took it to the Forward Command. Revan got in A Anti-Tank Gun and Fired at the Tank but it didn't blow up. It Stopped at their Forward Command. Then He got in an AA gun. He waited with the others and then out of nowhere their Forward Command emptied its men and Officers into Fighters and Capital/Command Ships.

With all the half of the fighters/ships coming toward Command. The other half of fighters and Ships fleeing. Revan called the Cannons to destroy the fleeing ships and fighters. Then he called in Bombers to bomb their Forward Command and the Fighters to help get rid of the Fighters/Ships. He told the Guns to hit them with everything you got with precise accuracy. Revan took them down precisely. Then He saw the Rebel Captain's Frigate coming to bombard. He told all available forces and guns to focus/converge on the Frigate. The Forces and Guns Fired at the Frigate for 2-½ hours until it dropped to the ground before the Command Center.

He and the men scoured the Frigate for Survivors but there was none. He accomplished the 1 million kills bonus and was going for the Terminal. He hacked in and got the info. He reported back at base with all forces without a scratch, except a few were injured. He sent all injured to the Med-Bay. He set up the Forces for the Firing Squad to fire at the Officers and the Commander. He had all bonuses completed and all but one objective: To Kill off the Enemy Officers and their Commander. He told them to fire in, "3&2&1," then the Squad fired at them and Revan killed the commander with his Sniper Rifle. He reported the info to his Officers at the base and then he was told, "Mission Complete"

The Sim shutdown and was told by the Instructor a Successful Mission. He packed up and left. He left on the Shuttle and left for Tatooine.

THE END

Comments: Looks like we're improving, but I'd like to see more of the actual mission/training...kinda extend on from what u have. Good work though...it still passes!

 
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TRP/PFC Revan666/1RGT/1BAT/1PLT/3SQD/Tadath/VEA/VE[LoR] HWS
Raiders Squad

Combat Engineer

Level 1: Story 2: Electrical Systems

Once again, Marka had finished his morning exercise and had his shower with time to spare. The sun shone brightly into the room once more, its rays reflecting throughout. This time, however, he decided on skipping the scenic route and headed straight to training.

"Oh I hope this isn't anything like the last one..." he thought as he reached the familiar reception desk. He began remembering the ridiculous moving desks present in his last training session. He couldn't imagine what he would have looked like hanging from a desk, but it didn't appeal to him at all. Apart from this, Marka also remembered his instructor, the funny little bald man who found the whole thing amusing.

"Ah, hello there Marka, early again I see," the receptionist said calmly, "the instructor is waiting for you. The room opposite the one you had so much fun in last time." A smirk came across her face, showing her obvious delight in the events that took place last time.

Upon reaching the door, the young Raider was almost afraid to go in, wondering if there would be any more unwelcome surprises. He found he had no choice when the instructor opened the door and ran into him.

"Oh, hello there young fellow! I was wondering when you would get here! Come, come, follow me inside" said the instructor, his disturbing enthusiasm never failing.

Into the room they went, this time, instead of being blinded by the bright white walls, they were engulfed in darkness. Marka walked a few paces then ran into something soft. He recognised it to be the instructor and quickly stepped backwards. A sudden burst of light temporarily blinded him. It seemed that the small instructor had spun around and turned on a torch, its intense beam obscured the vision of the soldier greatly.

"Do you mind... you are shining that right in my eyes!" he said angrily.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Here," replied the instructor, handing him the torch, "you are going to need this. Ok so, you gotta search this room for something to fix. You have two hours of light on that, so if it runs out and you haven't finished well then I guess you fail. Off you go then!"

With that, Marka brought the torch up so its light hit the wall opposite him. It revealed nothing but a blank grey wall. He searched the walls thoroughly, checking if there were any strange desks around. Alas, he found none, but did manage to spot a small piece of paper on the ground. Once he picked it up, his face changed from that of curiousity to annoyance as the door shut quickly. It read:
"Now, you have to get yourself out of here. Your torch only had an hour in it to begin with, so I guess you have about fifty minutes to get out. Have fun!"

"Of course, should've seen that coming" Marka thought as he hastily searched for something that would let him out. Nothing appeared until the light fell upon the door that he entered through. To the right was a small keypad, it didn't look like it was active.
  "Why would it be active?" he once again thought. He carefully reached for his tools, hoping he didn't drop one in the darkness. He began to fiddle around, finding it extremely difficult removing the casing of the keypad while trying to keep the torch in place. He managed to remove it however, though his temper was considerably shorter now. A mess of wires of many colours curled around each other to form an extremely confusing maze. Red, blue, green, yellow, black, grey... all woven together like a pit of snakes all tangled up. They were all in the wrong place, save one. The young Raider knew this because he had actually spent some time studying the night before, in particular the workings of various styles of keypads. It seemed the long hours and thumping headaches would pay off. Firstly, he attempted to untangle all of them, so he had some idea which wires he was putting where.

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After the exhausting process of sorting through the jungle of coloured wires, Marka began to re-arrange them in the correct positions. After three wires were fixed, he stopped. Remembering his previous lesson, he deliberately made a mistake, connecting a yellow wire into a red port. Nothing happened. "Oh thank the Emperor for that!" he thought. He had expected something ridiculous to happen, like for the keypad to blow up or shoot toxic darts or something.

"Forty minutes" said his instructor over the speaker system calmly.

Within five minutes of this announcement, Marka had finished wiring the door, and the keypad came to life. He replaced the casing, but realised he needed the codes to get out.

"Can I have the codes please?" he yelled, ready to leave.

"No. Open it yourself soldier!" responded the instructor excitedly.

A look of frustration and pure anger came across Marka's face. His mouth tightened, his eyes widened and his fists clenched. His anger subsided however when he realised he knew exactly how to get the door to open. The casing was removed with great speed this time, as he was used to operating with a torch. With the casing now vacant, he looked for the correct wire. It was right at the top of all the wires, its bright yellow colouring jumping out at him. Marka quickly removed a small section of the cover. Once he had done this, he removed the door function wire, a thin, dark blue one, from its port and violently cut it in two. A small spark emitted from the end, giving off a small amount of light. He visualized a diagram in his head, one from the book he had studied the night before. The explanation clearly stated that he had to fuse the two sets of wires together. So, with his mini plasma torch in hand, the young PFC began morphing the blue and yellow wires together.
    After five minutes the two wires could now be considered one, and the doors flew open, the light from outside bringing a beautiful new life to the darkness of the room. They looked a tad awkward though, so the Raider quickly wrapped some Imperial duct tape around the point of fusion. Moments after he did this, the instructor waddled into the room.

"Can I go now?" asked Marka, his frustration only beginning to subside.

"Yes, I suppose you can," the instructor replied, switching on the lights with a small remote in his hand, "see you again soon."

After his eyes adjusted to the new light Marka strode back to his room, eager to rest. It had been a stressful training session, just like the last. He assumed the next one would be just as bad.

COMMENTS: Well, It is a tad longer than I expected from ya, which is always a good thing. I'm passing this story, moving you forward to level two. Good work.

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Private First Class Marka
Raider Squad Fire Team Captain
FTC/PFC Marka/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/Tadath/VEA/VE
[LoR][ES2C]

"Duct tape is like the Force. It has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together"

First attempt

Combat Engineer
Basic Electronics and Wiring
Level 1

The desk officer went into the back, the automated door swishing closed a few seconds after he had cleared it. Tallanvor leaned on the cool metal surface of the desk, resting his chin on his hands. After a moment, he began humming a nameless tune while he waited for the officer to return. Casually, he glanced around the hall, noting the positions of doors, desks and cabinets offering cover should the need arise. He rested his eyes a moment on a cleaning bot that was headed his way. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, he returned his gaze to the neatly ordered stacks of data chips and crystals shelved behind the desk.

The door swished open again to admit the desk officer. The man strode through, his issue boots clicking on the black polymer floor covering. He carried a small box in his arms.

"Here it is, Private, arrived this morning," he said, a cheerful grin playing across his features. Tallanvor paused a moment and a thought flashed across his mind. Does this guy just enjoy his job, or is this a parting gift from an old friend?

"Thank you, sir," said Tallanvor taking the package from the desk where it had been placed, "Do I need to sign anything?"

"Thumbprint here, please Private," said the desk officer, offering Tallanvor a datapad showing a small, fluorescent green square on the screen. The Vast Empire Private complied, pressing his left thumb into the square, feeling the surface give way slightly. The pad beeped, and the desk officer nodded absently.

"Thank you, all done," he said turning to put the pad on a shelf on the back wall of his small alcove.

"Thank you, sir," Tallanvor turned smartly and headed back to the Raiders bunk room.

When he arrived, he found the barracks empty. He had heard that the squad were of to some card game in the bar today, which suited Tallanvor just fine. Until he got to know his way around Army life a little better he had decided he would keep himself to himself.

He walked swiftly over to his bunk and sat down on the edge of it, feeling the material rumple up a little under him. He set the package on his footlocker and began to examine it carefully. Looking to see if it had been opened prior to its arrival in his hands, or for any other unpleasant surprises. After a few minutes, he was satisfied and carefully unsealed the small box. Within lay a bundle of data-wafers and two data-crystals. Tallanvor picked them out and removed the clear, vac-press wrapping that coated them and looked through the wafers. Examination guidelines, and a workshop timetable were printed in bright blue across the dark, matt surface of the wafers. The first workshop was tomorrow, 0800 start.

I'll get to that one, thought Tallanvor as he reached into his breast pocket for his datapad, the cro-tab making a sharp contrast to the silence of the barrack room. He picked out the first of the two data-crystals and slotted it into the pad, the mechanism making a slight click as he pressed it fully home. The screen lit up in blue, titling the crystal as Imperial wiring regulations, 31st edition. Pulling the crystal, he set it next to the box on his footlocker and inserted the other, Electronic Engineering, 4th Edition, by Bolat and Wesker.

A little light reading for my off-duty periods, thought the Private, dryly.

He set the second crystal next to the first and took the packaging over to the re-cycler sited at the far end of the bunk room, almost opposite the door, and set the box and vac-press wrapping inside and press the cycle button. The waste was whisked away to be re-processed, probably into more boxes and vac-press wrapping, thought Tallanvor. He stopped by the small drinks station on his way back to his bunk and picked up a polymer cup of water. He set the cup on his bedside table and fluffed up the pillows a little, and settled back to read Electronic Engineering.

The next morning, Tallanvor sat on a small metal stool in Training Workshop 7, shifting uncomfortably on the hard surface. At the head of the class, Major Grick stood, holding up a black, hinged desk lamp to the class, the wires hanging loose with the insulation removed. As he indicated the wires, he began speaking.

"Stand Imperial design, based strongly on the designs of the Republic before it, indicates that all electrical devices require three wires, a live wire, carrying a negative charge, a neutral wire, carrying a positive charge, and an earth wire, to carry away any excess charge safely in the event of a surge or short. You can see here the colors which indicate these wires. Black for live, red for neutral and green and yellow for the earth. Do not confuse these colors as you may get a shock, and in the wrong place such a shock can be deadly as while standard, small devices such as these use only a one hundred-ten volt potential difference with a current of only a few milli-amps, larger power sources such as military generators, and public sub-stations generate in excess of six hundred milli-amps, which is enough to cause your heart to stop if applied for more than a couple of seconds," he paused to set down the lamp and pick up an imperial-issue power-pack, "This is a standard power pack for remote device operation. You can see the contacts are colored red and black, the same as the wires I showed you just now. There is, however, no earth contact. This is where this device comes into play," the Major held up a large spike, insulated for most of its length with a pair of nuts screwed on to a thread at the blunt end, "an earth-spike. Useful for earthing remote devices operating from the larger cousins of the power pack I just showed you. Smaller items such as a portable lamp or flashlight need no earthing as the required current is too minimal to cause any more than a light tingling sensation should it short out. Now, on to your task for today. Knowing what I have just told you, and what you know of basic circuitry from the introductory course you sat last week, I want you to wire up the four lamps you have in front of you to set up a perimeter one meter squared on your desk. All lamps should be the same intensity. You have thirty minutes, begin."

Tallanvor looked at the equipment in front of him, a power pack, and four lamps. One lamp at each corner should work, and since he wants the same intensity I'll wire them in parallel, he thought as he started moving, laying out the design in his head. The power pack took position in the centre of the square, with the lamps at the corners, and trailing wires into the power pack. All the lamps were wired individually to the pack, creating a parallel circuit. Ten minutes into the time, Tallanvor finished crimping his connections and flicked the switch on the side of the power pack. The four lamps blossomed into life, lighting his square with equal intensity. He raised his hand to signal Major Grick that he was ready for inspection.

The Major finished advising another of the students at the front of the class, and walked back the two rows to Tallanvor's bench. He looked critically at the contraption assembled on the bench before him.

"Good work, Private," he said, "Well done."

Days of workshops, and nights of reading passed. Tallanvor learned more of circuitry and wiring, basic electronic components and composition of circuits. How voltage related to current and resistance, and the use of resistors in circuits. Finally, he faced his last challenge.

"This," began Major Grick, strutting across the front of the classroom, holding up a small device so that everyone could see, "is a standard Imperial comm-link. The ones on your benches are broken. You have sufficient components in your dollies to build another two comm-links. You also have a soldering iron, and a multi-meter. Your task is to repair the comm-link in front of you to a state where it can send and receive signals. I don't care how it looks when you are finished, as long as it works. You have one hour, begin."

Tallanvor looked at the compact device on the polymer-coated workbench in front of him. Small and cylinder-shaped, with a bank of readouts and buttons on one side.

Okay, he thought, First check the power pack.

Sliding open the cover, he removed the small power cell from the comm-link and tested it for charge with the multi-meter. The dial stayed resolutely at zero no matter how fine Tallanvor dialed the resolution.

"It can't be that easy," he muttered, putting a freshly charged cell into the unit and trying the switch. The lights stayed dead and Tallanvor removed the cell with a sigh. He took up a small screwdriver and set about dismantling the casing.

A few minutes later, the circuit boards from within the device lay on his bench, connected by thin multi-colored wires. The speaker/microphone was still attached to the inside of the case, laying at the top end of his bench, the power cell, now out of the case again, was on one side, disconnected for now. In turn, the Private tested each of the components within the simple circuit for resistance. On of the resistors had blown. Tallanvor looked over the trays on his dolly and pulled out a new resistor. He de-soldered the blown component and put in a new one. Knowing from the power cell that there were multiple failures, he tested all the other components, and found that one of the micro-wafers that controlled the frequency had a solder short between two of the contacts which, from the provided diagram, should not be there. Carefully, he removed all the solder from the area and reconnected the pins to the board without shorting them.

Tallanvor looked up at this moment to check the chronometer on the wall. He only had a few minutes remaining.

I hope that's the last of them, because that's all the time I have, he thought with a grimace.

Quickly, Tallanvor re-attached the power cell by means of crimping on a pair of connectors to the ends of the red and black wires. The lights on the readout board came alive, and he tuned it to the test frequency - a comm-link in Major Grick's hand.

"Private Tallanvor sending test signal," he said into the microphone and waited, hoping.

"Signal received, Private," came Major Grick's voice, "You are dismissed. You will receive your results shortly."


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I caught a few typos, but I doubt I've got them all :P

Heavy Weapons Specialist 102
Level 2: Fire Support Tactics

It has been a few months since Rogueboy finished Heavy Weapons Specialist 101 and started training for 102 which was appropriately named fire support tactics.

    ERRR! ERR! ERR! ERR! Alex jumped out of bed, grabbed his DL-44 blaster from under his pillow, realizing it was only his clock he quickly shut it off, heart pounding he quickly took several deep breaths to try to slow his heart down, accomplishing this he went to go take his shower. Today was the day of his final; Drill Sergeant Wojtek mentioned having a little surprise for them, while taking his shower Cheech wondered what it could be? Was it a skirmish? More holo's? Or something more twisted? Time would tell, finishing up his shower Rogueboy followed his routine, eating his breakfast which consisted of grain nutrients, some blue milk, and a fruit, than he began vigorously cleaning his Storm Trooper armor with Gleen, than Cheech began to clean each and every one of his guns. Finally he began to dress himself, putting on his Tuff 1 Combat suit, over this he put his Barabel Microbe armor over and on top of all this his standard Storm Trooper armor, Cheech stood up and looked himself in the mirror, it hurt his eyes which it was designed to so that snipers would be hard-pressed to hit him, putting on his helmet he was about to walk out when his data-pad signaled an urgent message.

INCOMING TRANSMISSION
PRIVATE FIRST CLASS GORJAN, ALEX,
This is regarding your final, you are to wear your best armor, bring in your weapons if you do not have any contact the armory immediately, your final will be at 1600 it will be a live fire exercise.
END TRANSMISSION

    Alex looked at the time off of his data-pad he had two hours, he went to his foot locker, put in the code and opened it inside was where he kept all his tools of the trade, looking over his small collection he started grabbing weapons he felt he might need:

C-22 Concussion Grenade X2
Flash Bang Grenade X2
Nacht 5 Smoke Grenade X2
Smoke Signal Grenade X1
Medpac X1
Rations X3
Kylan-3 Heavy Blaster Pistol X1
MRB-10 Medium Repeating Blaster X1
ESPO Grenade Launcher X1
Grappling Gun X1
Power Pack X5

Setting everything aside Rogueboy began equipping himself, power packs, grenades, rations, medpac, and the grappling gun went along the belt, the Kylan went into the holster along his right leg, the grenade launcher was slung over his back along with the repeating blaster, ready for war Alex went to the academy.

    When he arrived he received another message from Drill Sergeant Wojtek instructing him to head to the briefing room, when he arrived he looked around, the briefing room was a circle, filled with chairs and in the middle of the circle was the holotable, Alex also noticed there were only a few students, taking a seat next to George, Cheech asked. "You have any idea what's going on?" George jumped at the sound. "Jesus Christ! I didn't see you sit down, no I have no idea and neither does anyone here, but we're all very curious." A few more students entered the room. A while later Alex looked at his data-pad it read 1600 and sure enough the briefing room door opened and in strode the Drill Sergeant. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, this is going to test you whether you're capable of being troopers are not. We are going to assault a small rebel outpost which has a small amount of security, we will be meeting up with other squads which consist of a med squad, a sniper squad, a combat engineer squad, and a communications squad, maximum benefit we will assign two from each squad as a unit, your units will be headed by officers in training, if you survive your to write a thousand word report on what you and your team contributed towards the battle and grade the rest of your squad mates. Should anyone decide not to go I have the right to fail you, now to start making squads." Wojtek than proceeded to call out names and squad colors and to hand them said color Vast Empire insignias which they attached to their shoulders. "Alex and George, you will be the heavy weapons for gold squad." They were handed gold Vast Empire badges which they attached to their arms, they were than directed to the space docks where they boarded a Delta-Class DX-9 Transport, and there they met the rest of their squad. Squad gold's commanding officer was a woman, she was average height, had light red hair, dark eyes and freckles, she approached Alex and George. "You must be the heavy weapons specialists?" she said while glancing at the blasters strapped to their backs, George spoke first. "Yes we are ma'am, may we ask who our commanding officer is?" The officer blushed. "Sorry I forgot to introduce myself, Lance Corporal Trina, and what are your names?" "My name is Private First Class Alex." "And mine is Private George." Trina glanced at each of them in turn, than gave them orders. "Gold squad will be sitting in that corner over there." She pointed at the closest corner, where already there were eight people strapped down in their chairs. "I will debrief you while we fly." George and Alex went to go sit down and wait.

    The plan was simple the rebels had a mining outpost on the planet of Lotaith, gold squad would prevent anyone from fleeing, meanwhile red and blue would infiltrate the outpost and either kill or capture all the rebel scum.



    As they landed some of the troopers showed sign of nervousness, repeatedly checking to see the power packs in their weapons, looking over their tools, pacing with restless looks on their eyes finally they reached their landing zone, the three squads dropped off, blue squad taking the point, their sharpshooters at the fore looking for enemy troops waiting to warn their counterparts, sure enough one of the sharpshooters reported a target down with no alert being raised, gold squad quickly ran towards the cluster of rocks and began to set up. Rogueboy dug himself a foxhole in record timing, setting up his repeating blaster, he glanced around the combat engineers started digging a trench, George set up a foxhole just like him, the snipers climbed rocks and picked their vantage points, the communication guys took spots in the trench along with the medics, and Trina picked a spot along side them, they were ready. Five minutes later they could hear blaster bolts and screaming coming from the inside of the complex. The front doors burst open and Alex's repeating blaster sang out striking three rebels, one in the chest killing him, another in the leg, and the third tearing off his ear. The first wounded fell down in a heap, one of the snipers picked him off, the third man took cover behind the doors and pulled out his comlink, after a little while he stuck out his head to see how many of them there were and George removed it, soon after another wave of rebels came around, this time expecting gold squad, they began taking cover behind rocks, Cheech was firing until his blaster overheat, pulling out the pin from his concussion grenade he threw it at a small group of rebels hiding behind the same rock, while doing this he exposed himself and one of the rebels took a shot, pain exploded in Alex's chest he fell back and than he looked down and saw a hole in his plastoid armor  putting his finger in it he realized his Barabel armor absorbed the blast, he was mad and pulled out his grenade launcher, firing at clusters of rebels until he ran out of ammo picking up his MRB-10 he saw George take a glancing shot to the head, he fell down in his foxhole. "Medic! We have a man down!" Cheech pointed to the foxhole, one of the medics quickly sprinted towards the foxhole, slung George over his shoulder and ran back as fast as he could, in the meantime Alex was laying down some cover fire. Inside his helmet he heard Trina's voice giving orders to the medic. "Take him to the LZ and see if they could help him." The medics ran off with George on a stretcher, not long after voices came on the comlinks. "It appears the outpost is empty, we have an estimation of casualties, allies and foes alike, we have ten out of thirty-three members down with blue squad taking the brunt of casualties six, red squad taking four, and gold squad one casualty. The estimated suspects killed are within the sixties with ten taken as prisoners."

    The flight back towards Tadath wasn't easy turns out of the ten casualties three were critically wounded and seven dead, George being one of the critically wounded, he was in a comatose and would need to be rushed towards a hospital, when they arrived at Tadath Alex followed the medics to bring the dead and injured to emergency entrances, realizing there wasn't much he could do for him he decided to write messages to George's parents telling them of his condition. Finishing that Rogueboy went to go see Drill Sergeant Wojtek, stepping into his office Cheech looked at the man who became like a father to him over the last year. "Lance Corporal Trina tells me that you did extremely well, as a matter of fact she recommends that I allow you into heavy weapons 103, so congratulations soldier, I would also like to remind you of that thousand word report, I would still like to have it."


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He will give them death, and they will love him for it

TRP/PFC_Rogueboy/1SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]

Due to only having the proper list of stories later into my career, the writing of my different specs is kind of chaotic. I'm going to start writing them from the beginning now, skipping any I've already covered.

Note: I wrote the first part of this story months ago. You may notice some differences. The new stuff begins halfway through the second page.

Medic
Level 1, Story 1
Injury Screening and Diagnosis


Darr-Rann woke up early, jumping out of bed and quickly getting dressed. He powered on his R2 unit, which beeped with surprise that it's master had managed to wake up on his own. After shaving and grabbing his medkit, he walked out the door. Once he was outside, he headed over to the speeder garage. Grabbing his, he took it outside and sped off. Weaving between trees, he sped up as fast as he could, hitting a ramp that had been set up for races. He flew out through the trees, coming back down in the clearing that followed. He sped along the course, grinning. He had practiced whenever he could for the upcoming race. The Vehicle crewmen were constantly bragging about how much better they were then everyone else at racing. He was going to try and prove them wrong.

Suddenly he spotted something up ahead. He had just a few moments to brake and shut off his speed before he hit the wire, his vehicle flipping, throwing him to the ground. swearing and rolling to his feet, he quickly drew one of his heavy blaster pistols and looked around, searching for the one who placed the trap. He spotted someone in green armor darting through the trees. He swore and put away his gun. Whoever it was, it was too late to pursue them. Darr-Rann walked over and sliced the wire with one of his vibrodaggers. He walked over to his speeder to find it had recked against a tree. He swore again and took out his comlink. He activated it, only to find it had been broken in the crash.

"Dammit..." He said, throwing it away and walking down the trail. The day seemed like it would be a good one until now. He took a quick glance to his watch to find that he only had two hours to get to class. "Shit, shit, shit..." He said to himself, running down the track as fast as he could. He arrived at the tadath base in an hour, to his relief. He started to proceed towards the barracks, to get his stuff from his room. Suddenly glass shattered and what looked like a person went flying out the window. The man hit a ledge a floor below. Another person looked out the broken window, then withdrew into the room.

"That's my room!" He thought to himself, quickly running inside and up the stairs. He barged into a room which was on the floor with the ledge were the man fell, shoving aside a man who had been looking at his datapad. He opened the window, going through it and walking over to the injured man. He looked down into the man's face and recognition instantly swept over him. "Instructor Tyan't!"

He picked him up, and carried him inside. Already medteams were rushing over to them. Darr-Rann lay him down on a stretcher which the medics brought forward.  He turned around to see a man in red armor, wearing a visored helmet, standing on the roof of the building. Before he could do anything, the man was gone.

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"I can't believe someone would attack Instructor Tyan't" Darr-Rann said to Jeff and Tal as they sat in the lunch room, their class having been canceled for the day so administration could find someone to fill in for the old medic.

"Who'd want to hurt him?" Tal said, "It doesn't make sense." Darr-Rann nodded. "What do you think Jeff?"

"I dunno." He said. "Hey Darr, you say someone set a trap for you on the track?"

"Yeah. Someone wearing green armor. Hey, come to think of it, the guy I saw on the roof, his armor was red. If its the same person, why would they change armor?" Darr-Rann said, in his mind trying to piece together the situation.

"It was probably a rival racer.'" Jeff answered quickly. "Anyways, are you going to race now?"

Darr-Rann nodded. "Yeah, luckily that wasn't my good speeder, so it's okay. Still, sucks to lose it though."


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The next day, the administration had found an instructor for the course and they were called to class. It took place in a large room with a multitude of tables and diagnosis screens. They gathered to the front of the room, where there were desks and chairs facing the front of the room. Once they had all been seated, the instructor brought up the notes on a screen mounted on the wall behind him.

"Okay, injury screening. Injury screening is a skill you will commonly use on the battlefield, as it is the process of distinguishing and diagnosing how a trooper is hurt and the seriousness of the wounds." Said the teacher, switching the data on the board.

"The first thing we will discuss is the basic forms that injuries come in. On the battlefield, the most common injury in today's combat are burns, usually focused in the form of a blaster wound. A blaster wound has a small radius, but is deep and can be seriously life threatening. Any shot that hits a trooper in a vital area will usually prove to be lethal, therefore most of the blaster wounds you will treat in mission will be minor in danger, with the occasional critical condition wound." He pressed another button, then continued.

"The next most common wound type you will find is the tearing and slicing of flesh. This will usually happen when a squadmate is stabbed or slashed by an enemy's bayonet or vibroweapon. These wounds produce the greatest number of lost limbs. Cuts can be cauterized, bandaged, or sewn, depending on seriousness, scale, and placement of the wounds. This type of injury is also caused by shrapnel and slug rounds, so be careful to make sure of the cause of the wound so that you do not seal it's cause in a wound by mistake."

"Our next type of wound is bludgeoning. Fractures, bruises, and other wounds that are caused by blunt-force all fall under this category. These wounds are among the hardest to treat, because they are nearly always internal and leave no opening to treat them. If you think saving a bleeding patient is hard, try saving an internally bleeding patient." He switched the slide yet again, presenting new information.

"And then there is poisoning. Poisoning is one of the hardest forms of injury to identify, as you must take a blood sample and diagnose it using your chemistry training. You then have to give the trooper the antidote - if it isn't too late already. Many times you will see an ally die just because it was too late to administer the cure." He shut off the screen, walking over and picking up a small vial on the desk.

"This is the STC's 'standard non-treatable chemical solution', which is a friendly way of saying mercy drug. It quickly and painlessly kills the subject. If you ever have a trooper too injured to save, or you have to fall back with a patient which you cannot recover from the battlefield who will soon die, this is your option." He held it for a few moments, making sure his students understood the seriousness of it.

"Okay, now I want you guys to begin some practical stuff. Using the notes I have provided, I want you to identify the wounds of different 'patients' and decide if they can be saved." He pointed towards the tables, which projected holograms of different wounded stormtroopers.

"You have fifty minutes, upon which time you will be "called back" and your patient will die. you may begin now."

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Darr-Rann examined his patient. The trooper was obviously the victim of multiple blaster wounds, yet he could not distinguish how lethal the wounds were from glance. Carefully, he took off the torso and shoulder plating of the man's armor and put it aside. He then took out his medical kit and removed it's handheld scanning unit.

"Shit." Darr-Rann said as the results listed on the screen of the device. The shots had all partially damaged some of the trooper's vital organs, having burned deep through the armor. He examined each wound, trying to find to find the level of lethality of each of them.

"Damaged blood vessel from the heart, that needs to be treated quickly." He thought to himself, switching to the next analysis. "Seriously punctured lung... but is it treatable?"
He continued to run checks, measuring the area of the hole and its rate of growth.

"Each breath he takes is widening the hole..." He shook his head, a feeling of dread filling him. He took the small metal cylinder that represented the lethal dose, placing it over the patient's mouth. The screen at the end of the room showed that Darr-Rann's patient had been mercy killed.

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Darr-Rann stepped out of the class, deep in thought. He had been forced to kill a soldier out of mercy. What if the same situation happened in a real mission? Would he be able to kill his squadmate just as he killed the simulation? He would only be able to find out when the time came.

If this story is approved, then level one is complete, as I previously wrote the other two

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Raiders
SL/CPL Darr-Rann/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR][CoR]
|FL/PO1_Demonic/Kaph 5/PheonixWing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE| (=*A*=)
CORPORAL
SENIOR CREWMAN
one of few - A vast Empire medic
Read Losses of Vandetta by me and Hellra
Flashmaker

Level 1: Cover Tactics

Trooper will learn the basic skills required to provide heavy cover for their squad. They will be trained to use basic weapons emplacements to drive back enemy troopers.

Skills Earned: -suppress and drive back enemy troops with turret and emplacement fire (requires level 4)

Story 1: Fire Support Tactics

Trix yawned lazily as she looked through the glass panels leading outside. Her mind snapped back when the lecturer's voice pitched several notches into the air at a random student.
"Right class, let's move to the Sims, where I will elaborate with examples you will play out your self." Muttered the teacher as she straightened her self in self-composure.

Growing up in high society have its drawbacks to Trix, and one of them was she has never in her life held a weapon, never mind firing it before joining the Empire. It took them several minutes of walking between the various halls and corridors before they reached their own destination.  As soon Trix strapped her self to one of thr many SIM seats, the scenery around her changed abruptly.
Before them were a 30 meter square by square sand patch in which stationary self-repairing robots with durasteel plates as armour stood as targets.  At the edges of the sand patch laid several boulders that Trix supposed was to use as cover.
A small shriek escaped her mouth earning her few glares. One the faces stared at her mockingly though.
"Never bin in a Sim have ya?" asked the human male. Trix regarded him with disdain as she composed her self within nanoseconds. She gave a curt nod of acknowledgement before directing her eyes to the lecturer. From the corner of her eye however she could see the male's scrutinizing glance and shrug.

"Fire Support tactics compromises of keeping the enemy's fire of your fellow trooper's back as well as weakening them before attacking. Would anyone care to tell as to how one can make use of grenades in Fire Tactics?"

A hand shot in the air, the same guy who spoke earlier with her.
"If you are trapped for instance or something, you could make use of a smoke or flash grenade that could blind your enemy temporarily and then you can let the guns loose on them or throw a proton grenade or some other explosive in their midst which will break the organization among them."

The lecturer nodded with appreciation,
"Couldn't have said it better my self Mr. Nexkin-"
For a moment Trix froze.
Nexkin?!?
That was her family name. Trix turned her head slightly pretending as if she was studying something behind the male. Nexkins were found only on the planet of Adari, and there already so little humans who inhabited the planet. His features didn't resemble the traditional Nexkins at all. Before she could conclude her discovery her name was called out.
"Ms. Trix&ah, interesting, Another Nexkin, how odd. Ms. Nexkin, would you be so kind as to assist me in our next demonstration?"
The two Nexkin's eyes met each other, both reflecting shock and curiosity. Trix broke the contact first and hastened to the front.
"Lets get started, Trix, I want you to help the sim characters defeat the sim rebels. When she is done the rest of you will follow. Take note, your performance marks whether you will pass this class or not."

Sighing Trix walked to the sand patch. She suppressed the small yell when the scenery changed again. This time the pleasant sun was replaced by murky rain and overturned grounds filled with small craters of some sorts. She looked around wildly for her fellow troopers, but found none except a glass-like panel bordering the one side of her vision. She supposed they were standing behind it viewing her. Scowling she picked her way about through the small hills.

"This SGT Garit, we need cover. These damn rebels don't quit it, head east from where you are right now. Keep walking; there should be a few men if any is still alive. Take command and give cover."
Trix lost her wits yet again at the tiny speakers when it sounded unexpectedly. Cursing she followed the voice's command and changed her direction.

It took a few minutes of jogging and aching legs before she reached the undermanned squad in the turret, She dropped down on all fours when she realised how close they were to the enemies were. The men nodded to her, and then pointed to the E-WEB, which pointed in no particular direction. A few of them had their rifles with them as well grenades. Trix snuck a glance to the small battle raging between the Imperials and Rebels. The Imperials were trapped in a large crater with huge boulders as cover, which got blasted to smithereens one by one. They couldn't back out of the crater since it would lead them into open field, and trying to escape by the front would be suicidal.

She quickly found a solution and in a manner of minutes the men and she was their posts. She grasped the E-WEB quickly and directed it to the ranks of the attacking rebels. Chaos broke out as their ranks suddenly dropped to the ground, dead when the E-WEB went loose on them. The surviving rebels looked shocked at their fellow troopers before they tried to run for cover. Coincidently the only cover was the boulder that the Imperials were currently using. One of the rebels started flinging a grenade to the boulders in hope of cleaning out a space for him self to hide, but before he could take another step blasts hit the ground in front of his feet. Trix smirked at this. Her plan was working. Instead of aiming the rifles at the enemy, she directed it to block whichever path they may take to go into cover, therefore forcing them into the open grounds and then let the E-WEB do the work.

Many minutes later Trix stepped out of the Sim room. The lecturer looked at her with a smile.
"Well done, you passed with a high mark"
Instead of grinning or muttering thanks to the Lecturer Trix simply smirked.
"Of course I passed" she muttered confidently not noticing the glares of distain thrown her way by those who heard her arrogance.

Trix was about to leave the room, prepared to forget the whole day when her fellow Nexkin walked passed her. Who was he? She tried to reason that there are a lot of people with same family name, but her gut feeling felt otherwise about this particular Nexkin.

I'll pass it. The grammar needs a tiny bit of tweeking here and there, but over all that was all right. I would have liked a bit more length about the training. Maybe another simulation besides the first with a different scenario. I would have shown you know a bit more, but this was quite good as is. Good job.

- Raider Squad -

TRP/PFC Trix/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/Tadath/VEA/VE

Fire Support Tactics
Heavy Weapons Training

Aphamos shot open his eyes and pulled his sheets off of himself.  He sprung out of his bed and ran to the bathroom.  He turned the faucet handle, breaking if off.  Throwing the broken piece to the corner of the room, he splashed the cool water into his face, trying to wake himself up.  It didn't work, and the thoughts of what he had just seen were still in his mind, bashing his skull from the inside.  He tried again, pushing his cold hands into his face; working hard to get rid of the agonizing pictures that had just formed in his mind; pictures of people dying, burning.  DAMMIT.  Go away, GET OUT, he thought to himself, Where are they coming from.  This wasn't the first time he had had the visions; he had met with various councilors across the galaxy and none of them could help him.  They kept coming back--never leaving him alone. 

                                                                                                    ---------Four hours later---------

Aphamos sat on the floor beside his bed, crouched, waiting.  He glanced at the clock on his nightstand; it was six in the morning.  His eyes left the clock as he stared back at the floor in the exact same spot he had been looking for the past four hours.  He sat still, unwavering, the horrid visions of four hours past still haunting him.  He tried to forget, tried to erase them from his mind, but they wouldn't leave.  The loud buzzing noise of his alarm sounded, filling his room now, fighting back his thoughts.  Aphamos didn't move, he was a rock, immune to all things.  He closed his eyes, breathing in and out, clearing his mind of everything.  His alarm stopped, and he looked up at his clock again.  It was now half past six, and he remembered that he had training in the morning.  He stood up, making his way to the door.  He put his shirt and pants on, looking at the mirror next to him.  Bah.  It's good enough.

Aphamos exited his quarters and headed towards the simulation room.  Today was the first of his string of training sessions, and he wasn't to enthused about it.  He kept his head down as he walked, not in any mood to converse with others.  He passed one of his squad mates, Daminga, who stopped to talk to him.

"Morning Aph," he said, "Great day today isn't it?" he added in a sarcastic tone.  Aphamos looked up and faintly smiled just to signal to Daminga that he was alive.  He kept walking and finally reached the simulation room.  He entered the room, immediately snapping to attention when he saw his squad leader, Darr-Rann waiting for him.  Darr-Rann returned the salute, and pointed to the seat in front of him.  Aphamos walked over to it and sat down, his eyes open, yet inside, he was still asleep.  Aphamos looked up at Darr-Rann, who took a seat and pulled out a piece of paper.

"Well, this is what I have to read to you, trooper." he said.  "But seeing as how you are still asleep, and I don't feel like reading the damn thing," he took the paper and ripped it in half, "we won't read it."  Aphamos let out a small smile and straightened himself up a bit, the thoughts now gone.  "Your first objective is to make your way to and secure point A until reinforcements arrive.  You will plant explosives there and make your way to point B. You will secure point B and repeat that same process.  Lastly, you will make your way to rendezvous point C where you will be picked up.  Understood?"  Aphamos did not answer.  Just before Aphamos could open his eyes, he felt a frigid splash on his face.  His eyes immediately opened and he jumped out of his chair. 

"There you go trooper." said Darr-Rann.  "Feels good, doesn't it?  Now that you are awake, you need to pick the weapons that you are going to use.  For your blas-"  He was cut off by Aphamos, who already knew what he needed.

"A-280 blaster rifle, three frags, four explosives packs, and a vibroblade." said Aphamos.  Darr-Rann nodded in approval, and pointed to the simulation chamber.  Aphamos nodded, stood up and saluted his squad leader.  he walked over to the simulation chamber and stood in front of it for a moment.  Here we go again.  He stepped inside as the opening behind him closed.  The chamber activated as a claw came down over Aphamos's head.  He shuddered, feeling a bit uncomfortable; he felt as if the hand was going to suck all the life out of him.  Regaining his senses, he looked forward and closed his eyes.  The helmet reached his head and slid on.

Aphamos opened his eyes to a small room.  He looked outside to see a muddy landscape, stormtroopers and droids littering the area, blaster fire coming from every possible direction.  Quickly walking forward to the rack of weapons in front of him, he picked up his blaster rifle.  He placed his vibroblade and his grenades onto his belt, also slinging his explosives belt around his neck. 

Aphamos entered the battlefield.  Voices and commands of various types were being thrown everywhere, yet no one was listening at all.  "Trooper, over here!" yelled a soldier to Aphamos.  He ran to the stormtrooper, still examining his surroundings.  It was a a wide valley, yet the edges weren't high.  It was raining, huge puddles of mud everywhere, the trenches in the center flooding, creating watery graves for the dead.  The droids were approaching them in waves, never stopping. 

"GET DOWN SOLDIER!" yelled the stormtrooper.  Aphamos dove to the side and the turret fire went over them, knocking down three troopers behind them.  "Ah, this looks like a cozy moment for introductions," the trooper yelled over the constant screams and splattering of the gun fire.  My name is Epson Duar, your commanding officer in the field on this beautiful day.  Now lets move!"  Aphamos followed his leader the top of the hill where three other stormtroopers were crouched to avoid getting hit. 

"Alright, stay down." said Duar.  "We need to make it to the objective point without meeting any resistance.  Once we get there, hold the area until we get some reinforcements, then rig it with the explosives.  Lets move!"  Aphamos crouched down and started on his way to the objective point.  He could make it out in the distance, a small, white building almost identical to the one he had come out of.  He continued along the muddy hills towards the building, soldiers constantly being chopped down by enemy fire. 

Aphamos looked to the other side of the valley.  The rain was fogging up his vision, but he could still make out what he saw.  "GET DOWN EVERYONE!" he yelled at the top of his lungs as he pushed the trooper in front of him to the ground.  The squadron of troopers met the ground as a rocket whizzed past their direction.  "WE'VE GOT ROCKET TROOPERS AND SNIPERS ON THE FAR LEDGE.  LETS GO!" he yelled as the squad members got up again, this time in an all out sprint to their destination. 

They were finally on the ridge above their objective point, no resistance around them.  "We're here.  now here is the plan." said Duar.  "Red One, and Two, you two will go in to take the area using whatever means necessary, while  Red Three, Aphamos, and I will stay here to give you cover fire.  Understood?" Aphamos nodded.  "Now on my mark, Red One and Two, you will run to the base.  When you are within ten yards of the base, start making noise to get their attention; then we will begin our fire."  Aphamos and Red Three crawled to the top of the hill where they could see the objective point and the enemy movements.  He aimed his rifle at the head of one of the droids, and waited. 

"Three, two, one, MARK." whispered Duar.  The two troopers silently made their way to the enemy's point as the leader aimed his rifle at a droid.  They were in range now.  Aphamos was restless, but he knew that it was crucial that he wait.  Come on already.  Dammit, don't make me lose my shot.  The troopers finally started to scream; all the droids around them turning to their direction.  Aphamos pulled the trigger on him rifle, stunning the droid.  He fired again at another droid, then another, knocking them down one by one. 

He looked up to the other side of the trench as a droid ran to a turret.  Aphamos quickly aimed his rifle at the droid, and just as the droid got in, fired, destroying it.  He pointed his rifle back at the enemies near the base, firing a flurry of blaster bolts in their direction, stunning four more droids.  The two stormtroopers were immediately cut down as a turret opened fire in their direction, taking some droids with it as well.  I don't know why we didn't do this in the first place.  Aphamos pulled a grenade off of his belt and threw it in the direction of the droids who were still busy with their current situation.  The area next to the base erupted into a muddy and wet explosion, taking almost all the resistance with it. 

Aphamos got up from his position and walked up behind the droid using the turret, smashing its head in with the butt of his gun.  Oh crap, wasn't suppose to do that.  Aphamos ran to the center of the objective point, firing at another droid on the ridge.  He gave the signal for his squad members to come down from the ridge.  He looked back in the direction that he had come from.  The stormtroopers were advancing now; they had cleared up the resistance in that area and were pressing on. 

"Nice kiddo, but lets not play hero anymore." said Duar in a sarcastic tone.  "Alright, lay out two explosives packs each oh the walls."  Aphamos walked to one of the walls, opening his pack and emptying out all of his explosives on the walls.  It's not like I will be needing them later.  He walked back to his leader.  "On to the next one.  This time, we enter through the other ridges where the turrets are.  These two troops will be replacing Red One and Red Two." he said while pointing at two new troops who had joined them.  "Lets move people."

Aphamos followed his leader into one of the trenches.  It was like an obstacle course; stepping around all the corpses and droid parts, keeping down at the same time.  They finally reached what faintly resembled a path to the top of the ridge.  "Be careful, we don't want any broken nails or severed heads." said Duar.  Aphamos slowly walked up the path.  He glanced at his armor; it was now brown and wet.  He smiled to himself, looking up to see that he was close.  At least they wont see me now.  He reached the top of the ridge, diving into the mud again, not wanting to take any chances.  He scanned the area.  No one.  Well, for now.  He squinted as he looked forward, trying to map out the area.  He noticed two unmanned turrets not to far ahead of him.  he looked down into the valley again.  Just below the turrets was the second objective point, heavily guarded with droids.  What a dandy place to put a turret. 

He looked to the other ridge and saw a droid on its knee, staring straight at the stormtroopers.  Aphamos knew what it was, but continued to stare in its direction.  He heard a faint wisp in the air as a stormtrooper beside him fell to the ground, dead.  "WE'VE GOT SNIPERS!  GET DOWN NOW!" yelled Aphamos.  He dove to the ground in front of him, his body seeping into the mud of the ground.  Now no one could see him.  He closed his eyes; he was safe?he knew it wouldn't last long?but for now, he didn't have to worry. 

He snapped back to reality moments later when he heard a huge yell.  He got up, looking over to the other ridge for the sniper.  He couldn't see it anymore; his spot being replaced by rubble.  Aphamos looked at the valley; the stormtroopers were pressing even further now.  Aphamos got up off the ground, his squad mates doing the same.  His squad leader got up and started to run towards the turrets.  Aphamos followed, keeping in mind that this next part wouldn't be so easy.  They reached the turrets and immediately hit the ground again, not wanting to be spotted by the enemy.  Aphamos looked down at the objective point.  he could see the small room again, the area around it being flooded by droids.  He picked out the ones with rockets and gave the numbers to his leader.

"We need to take the ones with the rockets out first, then use the turrets to knock the rest out." said Aphamos.  Duar nodded, signaling to the troopers to get into positions. 

"Red One, Two, and Three, you three will take out the rocket troopers first." ordered Duar.  Aphamos and I will use the turrets to take out the rest of them.  Fire on my mark, and make this as silent as possible."  Aphamos walked over to the turret and examined it.  He had seen things like this before in his other trainings, but had never actually used one.  He stood behind it, grasping its handles with his hands.  He carefully aimed it at the mass of droids, knowing that his aim didn't have to be perfect in order for the shots to count. "Three, two, one, MARK!" said Duar as he ran to the turret.  Three bolts of light left the troopers guns, striking the only three rocket troopers. 

Instinctively, Aphamos pulled and held the trigger on the turret, a huge, never ending outbreak of shots being sent out, hitting droids everywhere, splattering the mud under them.  Aphamos turned the turret, the blasts eating everything in their path.  He noticed a droid on the other trench, crouched and aimed directly at him.  He didn't have enough time to turn the turret into its direction and fire.  He took out the last of the troops and leaped to the side as a huge green bolt of fire left the droid's gun and me the turret, exploding it.  Aphamos got up, aimed his rifle, and fired at the droid, destroying it.  He  ran down the ridge to the base, aiming his rifle again and firing.  His squad mates quickly followed him, no resistance in their way. 

"Lets slap on these explosives and get the hell out of this place." said Duar.  Aphamos walked to the back of the objective point, trying to act as if he was strapping on the explosives.  The last of the stormtrooper forces had arrived, the entire area being emptied of droids.  Aphamos looked forward towards the last checkpoint.  So damn close I can taste it.  "Alright, lets go, we're almost there.  This is the easy part." 

The squad resumed their journey, this time through the valley itself.  Aphamos could see the faint resemblance of what he hoped to be a transport.  Aphamos's sight immediately snapped directly in front of him as the ground under a stormtrooper exploded, the trooper shooting behind the line.  "WE'VE GOT MINES!" warned Aphamos.  "WATCH YOUR STEP!"  Aphamos looked forward.  They were now only twenty yards from the transport.  Wouldn't it be perfect, he thought to himself, if you die right now, right when you are about to succeed, you just blow up.  He looked up and could see more transports coming closer, some on the verge of landing.  He stared hard at the insignia of the dropships that had just come in.  Shit.  Droids. 

"MORE DROIDS COMING IN!  GET TO THE SHIPS FAST!" yelled Aphamos.  He sprinted to the dropship as the blaster fire started up again.  He looked at one of the droid gunships as the battle droids were dropped, some being cut down with blaster fire.  He entered the ship with Duar as his other squad mates made it in as well.  He watched as stormtroopers started to get cut down again, the violence taking the battlefield once more.  The ship rose up in the air and the familiar voice rang out again.

"SIMULATION COMPLETE."

Comments: GREAT WORK! (A little long though, but still really good for your first story.) Keep it up!
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Aphamos opened his eyes, as if he had just woken up from some sort of slumber.  The visor covering his head moved up again as the door behind him opened.  He turned and walked out of the now dark room.  There was no one in the simulation chamber; the entire room was quiet.  He exited the room and made his way back to his quarters.  his head was high now, nothing could stop him.  He wasn't tired at all, and the visions had gone.  He closed his eyes and thought of the one thing that cleared everything in his mind, that one word.  Perfection.

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Raiders

War is cruelty. There's no use trying to reform it, the crueler it is the sooner it will be over.
--William Tecumseh Sherman--

Precision Range Shooting
Heavy Weapons Training

Aphamos woke by the sound of his alarm.  He looked over at the time, surprised by the fact that he had slept that night.  Six thirty.  Damn.  Training.  He crawled out of his bed and stood up, stretching his stiff arms and legs.  He smiled to himself.  I needed that.  It has been a while.  He had not gotten a full nights rest in two weeks, either not sleeping at all some days or waking up in the middle of the night because of his visions.  They had stopped for the time being, Aphamos concentrating hard on clearing his thoughts at all times, relaxing, letting the flow take over.  Walking over to the sink in his bathroom, he turned on the water and splashed the crisp, cool water into his face, fully waking himself.  He looked up at the mirror, the water slowly dripping into the sink.  Yeah.  I need to shave.  It had been days since he had treated himself to a nice shower and shave; he had been promoted, and therefore put into a new, more rigorous line of training.  He dried his face with a towel and walked back to his room, sliding into his uniform.  Walking to his door, he looked at the mirror beside him, straightening his badge and swiping his hands over his outfit to remove some of the lint.  Stupid thing. Always gets so dang dirty.  He looked over at the clock for one last time, this time shocked at what he was looking at.  WHAT THE HELL!  SEVEN TWENTY-FIVE!  Oh crap. 

He ran out of his room and into the hallway, almost tripping himself while turning.  Which building was it.  Ah, come on, not now, don't forget now.  He stopped, searching his mind for the room he had to report to.  He remembered the clock that he had just looked at moment earlier, and the fact that he now had less than five minutes to report to his room.  He noticed his squadmate, Daminga, walking past him.

"Heya." said Aphamos.  "I'm in a bit of a situation now, so just answer quickly and DO NOT ask.  Pick a number between one and ten."  Daminga stared blankly at Aphamos, not believing what he had just heard come out of his partners mouth.  He continued to stare, the silence beating Aphamos in the head.  The trooper finally held up four fingers, a smile spreading across his face.  "Okay, thanks."  said Aphamos while running forward and turning the corner.  Even, which means the simulation room right-  He turned another corner, -here.  He stepped forward, the door sliding open.  He instinctively snapped to attention, expecting to see Darr-Rann in the room waiting for him.  Aphamos looked around the room, not seeing anyone.  You have got to be kidding me.  ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?  He turned around and re-entered the hallway, switching his pace into a full out sprint.  He ran to the stairs, jumping three steps at a time, pushing people to the side so they would get out of his way.  He reached the next floor, bumping into a woman who had just turned.  The woman fell, a stack of items dropping from her hands onto the cold, metal floor. 

"Oh, shit- I mean, I'm really sorry Miss-" he said, looking at her name tag, "Ridal.  Miss Ridal.  I was in a hurry, and I-"  He came to a stop, looking at her face.  Her eyes glistened in the light, her face like glass; untouched, flawless in every way.  "I-I-uh-"  Aphamos quickly helped her pick up her stuff and stood up, wanting to get away as quickly as possible.  He flashed a small smile and turned, walking in the direction of the simulation room.  He stood in front of the door, taking one last look at the lady, the angel, who was also staring at him.  He stepped forward and entered the room at last.  His attention was a bit delayed due to the state that he was in; his mind was still on the girl.  Darr-Rann returned the salute and pointed to the seat, Aphamos walking over and falling into the chair.  He looked at the desk in front of him, three holograms projecting up from it.  They were projections of three different weapons, by the looks of it, two rifles and one light blaster pistol.

"You are late." said Darr-Rann, his voice cold, stabbing Aphamos like a knife.  Aphamos new that it was unacceptable to squad leader to be late, and was disappointed at himself.  Dammit, what was I suppose to do?  Knock her stuff over and leave her?  The woman's picture took over Aphamos's thoughts again, the image mesmerizing him.  Just don't say anything...  He stared away from his squad leader, not being able to full-on stand Darr-Rann's gaze in these situations.  "Your mission today is very simple in terms of what you need to get done.  Doing it could pose a challenge.  You will be placed in a random environment and be given three weapons which I will describe in full detail later.  You will be given a fire team of two other stormtroopers.  You will make your way through the environment, your objective being to successfully infiltrate the rebel base and take out the leader, who will also be described later."

"The point of this mission is to be as discrete and precise as possible.  To further this, you will be given a limited amount of ammunition for your weapons.  Your first weapon-", he pointed over to the hologram on the left, "-will be an E-11 Marksmen blaster rifle.  A brother of the standard issue E-11 blaster rifle, it has been manufactured for more versatility and also for its more advanced scope.  The next weapon you see-", he pointed to the weapon in the middle of the screen, "-is an LJ-90 Sniper blaster rifle.  I'm sure you can image what that does, but in case you can't, it's a really long gun with a really good scope.  Have fun with that one.  Now," he pointed to the last weapon, "this is a DH-17 light blaster pistol.  It shoots things that hurt." he added blandly.  "Two smoke grenades and one explosive pack will also be at your disposal, as well as a vibroblade.  Make a note of the fact that you will FAIL this mission if you are spotted and the rebels send relay to the base warning them of you."

"Now, this leader.  An imaginary man by the name of Talis Felg.  A rebel leader who the Empire suspects of leading various raids on Imperial territory.  Ah, yes, his picture."  He pushed a button on the table, an image of a man shooting out from the projector.  He looked normal, no distinct facial features, black hair, brown eyes.  "Handsome, isn't he?  Well, he has to die.  You will take him out and proceed to a rendezvous point with a transport ship.  Understood?"  Aphamos nodded and walked to the simulation chamber.  "Good luck trooper."  He took a deep breath and pressed a button on the side of the entrance, the door sliding open.  Stepping in , he immediately closed his eyes, the door behind him closing, shrouding him in darkness.  The sound of the mechanical arm broke the silence.  He fought back a shiver as the helmet took its place on Aphamos's head.  Breath in, breath out, breath in, bre- 

He opened his eyes, his vision meeting the trunk of a tree.  Great place to start off.  He stepped back, looking around at the forest the surrounded him.  Turning around, he saw his teammates waiting there for him, searching the area for resistance.  He looked down at his armor, surprised at what he was seeing.  Ooh.  Camouflage.He turned again and raised his hand, giving the signal for them to move forward at a slow pace.  He started walking, knees bent, head shooting from side to side, looking for enemies.  The top layer of trees blocked the sunlight, letting only faint beams seep through.  Aphamos looked down at his weapon, adjusting the strap of his sniper rifle at the same time.  He looked forward, trying to find his enemies.  Hearing people's voices, he came to an abrupt halt, raising his fist to signal to his allies.  He looked to the right, three rebel troopers approaching his position.  He dove to the ground in front of him, landing in an small bush, his teammates doing the same.

Shoot, or let them go, shoot, or let them go?  I'll shoot.  He looked back at the enemies who were coming closer and closer, muttering amongst themselves.  "Yea, he got shipped out a couple weeks ago." said one of the rebels.  "They didn't want him I guess.  It's too bad, isn't it?"  They were finally in range.  Aphamos stood up and sprinted towards the rebels.  One of them turned, his face instantly meeting the metal end of Aphamos's weapon.  Aphamos quickly aimed and fired at the second rebel, the shot hitting him in the neck.  The last rebel instantaneously hit the ground from the stormtrooper's fire.  That was easy.  Well, seeing as how they were practically flirting with each other.  Aphamos chuckled at the immature thought, moments later regaining his composure and starting his mission again.  He walked back to the two other stormtroopers, this time wanting to make a plan.

"Here's how we are going to do this." he said, checking to make sure that there weren't any surprise attacks.  Red one, you will take the top right, or southeast position.  Red Two, you will take the position behind us, or the area in the north.  I'll be here in the southwest, or right position.  When we meet resistance, I will set off beeps on the headset."  He triggered the sound, a recognizable beep filling Aphamos's helmet.  "The first beep will be for Red One, the second for Red Two, the last one for me, and so on.  When you hear that sound, you will get up and move to another position, distracting the enemies.  When you hear lower-pitched sound, you will fire.  Understood?"  The stormtroopers stood up and walked to their positions, signifying their acceptance.  Aphamos walked over to his position, reaching for a clip of ammunition from his belt.  His fingers hit his belt, his hand now feeling around for some type of cartridge.  What the hell?  They only give me one clip?  Damn.  He crouched down again and raised his hand, signaling for the stormtroopers to continue.  He walked to towards the south, his feet making a crunch as he stepped on the leaves and branches.  This just keeps getting better and better.

Aphamos held up his hand again, commanding his allies to stop.  He had done this every minute or so to scout the area for enemies.  He looked forward, scanning that area as he doubled back, seeing three rebel troopers walking straight towards him.  He frantically looked around, trying to find a place to hide.  He threw himself in the underbrush next to him, trying as hard as he could not to make a sound; even the slightest movement would fail him.  The rebels' voices grew louder and louder, the sound of their footsteps increasing in volume as well.  The rebels were now only feet away from him, still walking, one headed on a course straight onto Aphamos.  Step on me.  I goddamn dare you to step on me.  Just see what wi-  Aphamos sprung up as the rebel's foot hit his armor, taking out his vibroblade and spinning the rebel,  wrapping his arm around the rebel neck and putting the knife beside his throat.  The remaining rebels had their blasters out and pointed at Aphamos's head, yet hesitating to shoot.

"PUT THE GUNS DOWN!" yelled Aphamos.  "PUT THEM DOWN NOW, OR THIS GUY WON'T HAVE A THROAT IN A FEW SECONDS!"  The rebels kept their weapons up, still pointing in the same direction.  "OH, YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME THEN?  MAYBE THIS WILL HELP YOU A BIT."  Aphamos took the vibroblade and moved it to the rebel's arm, holding the tip on the rebels flesh and pushing the blade in, blood oozing out of the hole, the rebel erupting in gut-wrenching screams.  Aphamos stopped pushing, half an inch of the blade in the rebel's arm.  "IS THAT BETTER?"  The rebels still held their guns up, their hands shaking violently.  "YOU WANT MORE?"  Aphamos had had enough.  He plunged the blade in even further, not playing games with the enemies anymore.  They slowly put their weapons down, their partner's screams of agony persuading them.  "THAT'S BETTER NOW."  He took the knife out of the rebels arm and put it back to his neck.  Gotta make this good.  He quickly pierced the rebel in the neck with his blade and threw the corpse at the second rebel.  Pulling out his blaster pistol, he fired a shot at the last rebel while he was pulling out his comlink.  He aimed again, this time at the last rebel alive, and fired, hitting the rebel in the eye.  That works.

Aphamos looked around for the other stormtroopers, who had just realized that their ally was being attacked.  "Lets be a bit more sharp there next time, shall we?" said Aphamos, sarcastically.  He pulled out his datapad, a map of the area on the screen.  We are close.  Just a bit further.  Now how are we going to get in?  He looked forward towards the position of the base.  The area in front of him was filled with trees, therefore blocking his line of site.  He turned, looking at the corpses on the ground.  He walked to the bodies, trying to find something.  He looked at the third rebel, recalling the fact that he had taken out his comlink.  He picked up the comlink, thinking of his next move.  The idea finally hit him.  This is going to be great.  He put the comlink to his helmet and spoke.

"HQ, HQ, do you read me?" he asked.  The voice over the intercom signaled back.  "We've got trouble HQ.  A huge Imperial force is approaching us-"  Aphamos paused for a moment.  "-From the south.  A force is approaching us from the south.  Various waves of infantry as well as walkers and maulers.  Requesting assistance pronto." 

"Your name please?" asked the voice.

"Uh-"  Aphamos ran back to the body.  "Greg Rets.  Identification number 1423OI."

"Rets...aren't you supposed to be stationed in the north sector of the base?" asked the voice, the voice sharper, mor accusing this time.

"Yes, but another squadron in the south called in asking for backup, so I went to assist them.  Hold on-"  Aphamos paused again, putting up his best act for the next part.  "My God, they are coming.  They are almost in range.  My God, we aren't going to make it, they are too big.  We-WE NEED HELP NOW.  THEY ARE CUTTING US OFF.  WE CAN'T HOLD FOR MUCH LON-"  he turned the comlink off and threw to to the ground, shooting it with his blaster.  Bravo, bravo, encore!, he thought to himself as he raised his hand, giving the signal to move forward again.  He could feel it.  They were slowly nearing the base, the faint outline growing larger and larger.  Aphamos could see the making of what appeared to be a wall, yet only spanning to the top of the trees.  Now how am I going to get past that.  He stopped, hearing voices again.  He looked around, trying to find the source of the voices.  They were coming from in front of him, three rebel troopers walking towards the base, probably heading to the south end. 

Aphamos aimed his blaster rifle at the head of the trooper on the right.  Have to make this quick and perfect.  Perfection.  He pulled the trigger on the blaster rifle, a red bolt of light shooting out ad hitting the rebel in the back of the neck.  The soldier fell to the ground, dead, as the other two rebels turned and aimed their guns.  Aphamos quickly moved his hand, aiming the gun at the head of the next troopers and fired.  Nothing came out of the tip of the gun.  He pulled the trigger again, nothing emerging from the tip of the blaster.  Oh, God.  GOD!  He swore to himself and threw the blaster on the ground, telling the other stormtroopers to fire.  Quickly strafing to the side, he pulled out his blaster pistol and fired at the rebel, no shot leaving the barrel of the gun.  He threw the weapon at the rebels and ran to cover, making it to a tree as the enemy soldiers were finally cut down by the other stormtroopers fire.  Aphamos ran out of his cover to check to see if the resistance was gone.  he let out a huge breath, an enormous weight being lifted off his shoulders.

"Off to the base we go." he said, walking the last twenty yards until he reached the base.  Finally arriving there, he examined the wall in comparison to the height of the trees.  I think I can make it.  Lets see though...  He walked over to the tree closest to the base, gripping his hands on it and starting to climb.  Reaching the top, he looked over to the inside of the rebel base.  It was scarcely populated for the most part, a few guards scattered across the area, as well as a huddle of rebels in the center of the base.  Aphamos took out his binoculars, scouting the group of rebels in the center.  There he is, alive.  But we can change that.  He put his binoculars back onto his belt, planning out his jump to the top of the wall.  Okay, just...just don't die.  He bent his knees a bit, moving his feet into correct position.  Three, two, one- oh don't close your eyes.  He leapt to the top of the wall, silently making in on top of the metal structure.  Scouting out the area again, he jumped to the roof top of another building, taking out his vibroblade.  He slowly crept to the guard, and once behind him, stabbed the rebel in the neck, slitting his throat.  Aphamos caught the corpse in the air, slowly placing the body onto the building.  He looked out to the group of rebel troopers, at the same time, taking and reloading his sniper rifle.  He aimed the gun at the group of rebels, finding and centering in on his target.  Don't mess up right now. 

"HEY!  HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?  HEY, GET OFF OF THERE!  WE'VE GOT TROUBLE!" yelled one of the rebels.  Aphamos pulled the trigger on his rifle, the shot hitting the rebel in the back of the head, the leader's body going limp, falling and hitting the ground.  He quickly dropped his sniper rifle and looked down at the rebel soldiers.  The soldiers around the leader were all standing in shock at what had just happened.  Now how am I going to get out of this one.  Hmm, haven't used these before.  He pulled a smoke grenade off of his belt and threw it directly in front of him.  Moments later, the entire area erupted in smoke, the thick gas nullifying all of Aphamos's sight.  Great.  Now the jump.  Might as well try it.  He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as a bolt of light missed his helmet.  He ran toward the edge of the building, leaping off the edge at the last moment.  The world stopped for a moment in Aphamos's head, all he could hear was himself breathing in, out, in, and out again, his heart pounding in the chest.  He snapped to the real once his feet hit the ground, his hand instinctively moving to his belt for another smoke grenade.  He kept running, dropping the grenade on the ground as he ran to the rendezvous point. 

The area behind him erupted in smoke as Aphamos neared to the flat land that lay in front of him.  A blaster bolt whizzed past his head, the shot coming from the behind.  Dammit, so damn close.  NOT NOW.  He couldn't feel his legs anymore, his entire body now numb from all the movement.  He kept running though, stopping for nothing, no one; an aura of energy protecting him from everything.  It seemed like an eternity later that he reached the ship.  He leaped into the machine, the ship immediately taking off.  Aphamos rested his head back and sighed, letting out a breath that had been deep inside of him since the beginning of him mission.  He closed his eyes again and let go...

Opening his eyes, he stepped out of the simulation chamber, that mechanical arm already off of his head.  His eyes snapped shut, then faintly opened because of the light.  Glad to see that no body stayed...  He walked to the door, pressing the button on the wall, the exit slipping open.  The moment he stepped out, he bumped into her again.  Oh, GOD.

"Hi." he said, staring around to see if anyone else was near.

"Hi." replied Miss Ridal, not wanting to give more of an introduction that he did. 

"I'm Aphamos.  Er...Aph.  Or Aphamos, or whatever you feel like calling be..." he spat out stupidly.  He was having talking, his words now divided into an unorganized series of letters. 

"I'm Rachel.  What do you do here?" she replied.  They started to walk, slowly, yet gradually getting used to each other until they were gone, walking in what ever direction the halls led them.

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Raiders

War is cruelty. There's no use trying to reform it, the crueler it is the sooner it will be over.
--William Tecumseh Sherman--

Rogueboy was at the academy getting ready for his next test, he was nervous artillery was never one-hundred percent accurate even less so in his hands. Rogue began looking over his notes; in big letter he read,Never Fire at ninety degree angle in zero wind. Just than Wociech walked in. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, today is the big test day." Those words rang out. "I will be calling you one by one in alphabetical order. Josh Arang, you're first."

I can't believe I've been waiting for over an hour and a half in that time fifteen people were called, and ten of them came out with sad looks, or even tears. A woman just walked out of the training room a big grin on her face, Wociech followed looking very unhappy. "Alex Gorjan." Rogueboy got up and went into the room, the room was dark, with white walls, and a chair in the middle of it, further examination revealed a terminal in the corner.

Wociech approached the terminal giving instructions to Rogueboy. "Alright, have a seat, I understand you are a PFC correct?" Rogueboy nodded and than followed with a. "Yes Sir." Wociech eyes slightly widened. "Good than maybe you won't be as bad as the rest of these losers. You ready?" Rogueboy grinned. "A Raider is always ready." Wociech pressed a button and a helmet was lowered from the ceiling, it fit Rogueboy's head like a glove, and than the screen went on.

Rogueboy was riding gunner in a HAG (Heavy Assault Gun) the objective was simple, there were two NR laser batteries set up,  one PX-10 assault vehicle, and a small radar jammer. The driver to the HAG accelerated driving off a dune and getting some serious airtime, the driver's voice came over the comlink. "We'll be arriving within firing range in exactly two minutes and twenty-three seconds." Rogue grinned, I love it how they're so exact, now lets try not to muck this up too badly.

Rogueboy was looking at the scanner that was coming in from the latest intelligence, the driver of the HAG was just outside the range of the NR laser batteries, the HAG's high-impact energy launcher could outrange the batteries, as long as the wind was with higher than fifteen miles per hour and blowing in a favorable direction, which it was neither. Rogueboy pressed the comlink's talk button down. "Alright pilot, take us in, I was you to drive in a zigzag pattern, all the while heading towards the batteries, keep it around eighty kilometers, this way I can fire and hopefully you can still dodge." The pilot's voice crackled on the comlink as he gave out the orders to the copilot.

The HAG sped up, Rogue was ready, adjusting the angles and amount of power to be used, just than an oversized laser cannon blast missed the HAG by less than a meter, the HAG sped up riding at sixty kilometers, closing the distance between itself and the batteries, another blast of cannon fire landed nearby kicking up sand, Rogueboy returned fire; even though the batteries hadn't come into view as of yet, and the targeting computer hasn't spotted the threat. The HAG's energy launcher spewed out a load of bluish fire which passed over its target and hit the sand. One of the batteries came into view, Rogueboy unloaded with the twin-blaster cannons, killing the NR troops that manned it. "Pilot take us on the other side of the cannon, this way we can use it for cover and still fire at the other batteries." The pilot drove the HAG alongside the battery, using it as a shield from the other batteries. The targeting computer picked up the other battery, there were three NR troops manning it, Rogueboy adjusted the angles and power to match the computer's readings, Rogue watched as the battery fired a shot that hit the battery the HAG was using for cover; it exploded and sent shrapnel into the sand dunes, a little bit of shrapnel hit the HAG causing no damage, but rocking it nonetheless. Rogueboy waited for the rocking to stop and than pressed the launch button, on the terminal firing the energy launcher for the third time, the bluish glob hit its target, sending shrapnel and corpses in every direction.

Rogueboy grinned at himself for the hit, knowing it would be bonus marks for getting the whole squad with the gun. "Pilot take us to the tank's last known position." The pilot's voice came over the comlink. "Yes sir." The HAG drove for about five more minutes, reaching the tracks where the assault vehicle's last known position was. "Follow those tracks pilot." The HAG followed the tracks for only a few seconds before a black speck came up on the horizon, Rogueboy used the targeting computer to enhance the vision and confirm that it was the PX-10, confirmation was given and the targeting computer began the auto aiming procedure.

READINGS; ANGLE: 20 DEGREES, POWER 50 000 JOULES.

That can't be right, that would mean I would be firing at a deflated angle...that damn shrapnel. Rogueboy started doing some mental calculations figuring what would be the proper angle and power amount, if I use a forty-five degree angle, and fire at forty thousand joules, I can go five hundred-meters, the target is about half that and closing, I'll use around seventeen thousand joules. the PX-10 fired its medium blaster cannon and hit the HAG's shields, sending the HAG off course and rocking it violently, when it was stable enough to not screw up Rogueboy's calculations he pressed the fire button, the shot fell short about five meters. "Pilot take me, as close as you can." The pilot obeyed the orders without question, dodging shots from the medium blaster cannon, Rogueboy fired round after round of blaster cannon into the PX-10 with little effect, using energy launcher, Rogueboy fired at a one-eighty degree angle at the maximum amount of joules, it was a direct hit and the PX-10 erupted in flames.

SIMULATION FINISHED

The helmet was raised back to the ceiling, Rogueboy stared around bewildered, fearing that he failed the test, spotting Wociech at the terminal in the corner with a grim look on his face staring back at Rogueboy for at least a minute, finally Rogueboy spoke up. "Did I fail? I didn't destroy the radar jammer?" Wociech's face gave away no emotion as he gave his judgment. "You did not destroy the jammer because you already took out the defenses, therefore there was nothing to stop you, so instead of waiting for you I finished it prematurely, you'll get your marks on you datapad, have a good day."

 
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He will give them death, and they will love him for it -Gladiator

TRP/PFC_Rogueboy/1SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]

Communications Level One, Story One.
Installation, Utilization, and Operation of Communications Equipment
By Darr-Rann

Length, three-three and a quarter pages. Two pages of spec, on and a quarter of char dev.


Darr-Ran stood at the doorway, allowing the retinal scan to identify him. The door slid aside, the automated voice of the computer management system welcoming him as he walked into his mini-armory. Darr-Rann's accommodations were quite extravagant, a palace. Housing in the core systems Vast Imperial planets was almost impossible to buy. Like most people, his housing was rented from the     
government-ran Impericare program.

He payed for it with money inherited from his father. He was surprised to receive anything from the man who had disowned him as a son years ago, much less millions. Maybe his father regretted casting him out. Maybe he felt guilty about it. Darr-Rann shook his head. His father, his brother, he tried to forget the family conflicts which ruled a good part of his life. Their dead now, I'm still alive. I'm not going to dwell on things that passed.

He paused. He wouldnt forget those who he lost along the way. Sarah, his first love. He had moved on, but he would never be able to get over her loss, not entirely. Of his friends in the imperial resistance, only Keith remained. He would keep up their fight against the republic. Also, Evani, who since basic training had been his closest friend within the empire. He felt guilty for her death, but he knew she would want him to keep on living, and fighting.

Darr-Rann selected a Mynock silenced pistol, and a holster to clip to his belt. Today he was beginning his new specialty. He had finally left the medical program, opting for communications technician instead. He never liked the medical arts, but was forced into it by his father. It seemed like the practical   
course to take when he joined the Corps, but after serving in the empire for a time, he realized it wasn't what he wanted to do.

He had always been interested in computer technology, but never had access to it. His father believed it to be a distraction from his studies, and only allowed him to use the devices for the purposes of academics. When he left the medic profession, he decided to take up communications specialist, the beginning on the path towards becoming a "Slicer", a specialist who infiltrated enemy computer systems.

It wasnt easy to learn the use of computers after so many years of no access to them. Luckily, Kal had been on planetary leave at the time he had decided to take up the program, and had been able to tutor him in using a computer and some basic techniques. Now he was going to have his first class.

He picked up his datapad. It was a basic high-end commercial datapad, good, but nowere near as high in quality as the one he would receive in the comn tech program, and even worse compared to the computers slicers built. Still, it would do for the meantime.

When he reached his garage, he hopped on his speederbike, turning on the engine. He sped  forward, heading out of his property and towards the training academy.

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Darr-Rann opened up the classroom door, walking in and looking around. The room was empty except for one man who sat at the end of the room, behind the desk. He could see he wore the uniform of an instructor, and had the a rank insignia marking him as a Gunnery Sergeant. He walked up to the desk.

"Sergeant Darr-Rann, reporting for course on of communications technology." He said. The instructor looked up. Then let out a small grin.

"Most of the students that begin this thing are privates. This is certainly interesting." The instructor said, looking down to what Darr-Rann though to be a list of the students in the course.

"My Squad is currently on leave from duty, which leaves me time to take the courses and certify, sir." Darr-Rann said.

"Your a squad leader?" The instructor asked.

"Yes sir. Raiders Squad sir."

"Well," The instructor said, "As long as your in my classes you will be treated just like any other student, is that clear?"

"Yes sir." Darr-Rann said. The instructor dismissed him and he took his seat.

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When the other students had arrived, the class began. The Gunnery Sergeant, who identified himself as Instructor Matthews, got up from behind his desk, carrying a metal case with him.

"This is the omninode communications set." He said, opening the case. The device was roughly backpack sized, with shoulder straps. "This is the most commonly used communications in the corps. Can anyone tell me the advantages of using one of these sets?" A student raised his hand.

"It's easier to establish an uplink to command frequencies at longer range, sir?" The student asked.

"Dont question your own answer. If you know it, don't sound like you aren't sure, just give me the answer. Yes, thats one advantage of using the set. Anyone else?" Matthews said, looking around. Darr-Rann thought for a moment, then raised his hand.

"Yes Sergeant?" The instructor asked. The mention of his rank drew attention from around the room to him. The squad leader ignored it and answered.

"It can be used to set up private and encrypted communications. The communicator can be set to generate a random encryption set using it's encryption software, or an encryption set can be downloaded it. That encryption set is then downloaded to datacard and uploaded on to the squad's radios. Basically, any chatter on the pre determined frequency by the squad on their radios will be encrypted, basically coming out as gibberish on any radio without the encyption set." He paused for a moment, then continued. "Also, the communications are harder to detect because they are in a shorter range and have a weaker electronic signal then a standard communications structure or ship to planet transmission, sir."

The instructor stood there for a moment, thining over Darr-Ranns words. "Impressive, student. These sets are great for keeping your inter-squad talk between the squad, and away from your enemies. This course is Installation, Utilization, and Operation of Communications Equipment. Your going to learn how to set up and use one of these." He said, picking up the pack. He began to point out the individual parts of the set.

"This is the management computer. This will be your tool for managing your communications. If these computers ever fail, you'll find another panel below that with the old-fashioned manual adjustments." He flipped it around. "Against your back is the service panel. If you ever have a hardware difficulty with your pack, you can pop this thing open and take it apart." He pointed to the top. "This is the antenna. This thing will give you range. Generally, you wont need to extend the antenna more then a couple of  centimeters out of the pack unless your squad plans on moving a fair distance away."

He proceeded to explain the operation of the pack. "To turn it on, flip on the activation switch here. It will take a short time to power on mind you. Here at the computer panel you have a few options. The random-encryption software can be accessed here, as well as frequency detection and management software. Basically, there are programs for all of the tasks you need this thing for in here, and all are fairly simple for you to use once you learn how communications devices function.

"As I said before, you have your manual adjustment panel down here. These dials control frequency strength. These dials can choose a pre-set encryption, although that probably wont work if the computer isn't. And these switches over here choose the frequency type." They took about an hour to go into real depth about how the set functioned. Finally, the instructor decided they were ready.

"Time to take your practical exam."

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Each of the students was in a room. The rooms were small, only a couple of meters between each wall. Each had a table with a disabled communications set and a toolset.  The students had been locked in the rooms and given a three hour time limit. They would have to reassemble the disabled set, activate it, lock on to the frequency of the receiver outside of the door, and radio it the order to unlock using a basic encrypted frequency. If they didn't manage this within the time limit, they would fail the course.

Darr-Rann looked at the tools on the table, and then at the radio set. He put on a pair of static-resistant gloves and got to work. The computer hardware, the control panels, the antenna, and the battery pack, and the base of the set lay before him. He shrugged. "Might as well get to work..." He muttered to himself.

He picked up the base, then look out the antenna. He took a moment to locate the receiving piece in the
base, then placed the antenna to it. He took out a few of imperial-regulation x headed screws and his multi-type screwdriver, and secured it to the frame. He closed the base for a second and pulled the antenna open and closed, making sure it was put in right.

When he was satisfied, he picked up the battery, as he would need it installed to test the rest of the components. He found the slot for the battery, and placed it inside, using more screws to hold it in place. He took the computer hardware pack and slid it into the slot which it was to be held, then secured it as well. He took out a set of power-transfer wires and plugged them into the battery, then the computer set. He finally took the control panels. He placed the panels down onto into the openings on the other panel of the base, setting them so that they panels stuck out of the pack. He secured them in place finally. He took some more power wires and plugged them in from the battery to the panel. Then he took computer input/output cables and wired them from the hardware to the control panels, then closed the case.

"Please work." He said to himself, flipping the activation switch. The screen flickered on, and the words "Loading..." displayed on the screen. A few moments later his options flickered on the screen. He went to the frequency menus, then set it to the frequency the instructor had told him. He found one device releasing a small amount of output. He picked up his comlink.

"Password. Three. Fifteen. Three. Four. Thirteen." He said into the comlink which he had linked to the set. Nothing happened. After a short burst of swearing, he went and checked his set. Nothing is wrong... Why isn't it working?

He took a few moment to think then sighed when he realized the problem. He opened the encryption menu and activated the pre-programmed set. He activated the comlink again.

"Password. Three. Fifteen. Three. Four. Thirteen" He said. The door slid opened and he grinned. He hoisted the pack over his shoulder and walked out. The Gunnery Sergeant sat at a table, looking at one of three packs that already sat on the table. Fourth Out... Thats not bad for a first time. He set down the pack.

"I've finshed sir." The instructor looked up for a moment, then nodded. "Just leave it on the table. It has your name label on it, so I'll look it over and will probably have your resaults for you later today.

Darr-Rann walked out the room. It had been a good start on his path towards becoming a communications specialist.


Great Job Darr. I know I stepped into your Wildacrd specs Rizzit, but you've been really busy. I doubt you'll really mind. Keep up the good work Darr. I look forward to reading your next one, even if I'm not grading it.


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