Just for reference's sake, I grabbed Garqi off of a map here  <- pretty much dead center on the map.

As for info on the planet, I got it from this search at CUSWE:
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PRF/GEN Fury/VEA/TADATH/VE [SCP][PoC][SotE:HC][SotE:VEA][IOC]
Prefect - Stormtrooper Corps
Administrator - Imperial Center

no its for all of ARC but me and remy are killin some wookiee so he made it a point for us to get back. correct fury?
 
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TRP/PFC Mandor/3SQD/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][BoA]

[OOC: No no no. Its because we know him Mandy. /me smacks his head. Now lets get going]
 
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"Only Trust your Allies as much as you can Predict your Enemies."
"Do you expect me to talk?" "No Mr. Bond, i expect you to die."
"Luke, I am your Fasha."
To Nom Anor, a truly superior Yuuzhan Vong.
TRP/CPL Rema/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][OPE] [AM-B][AM-S][AM-P][IH][SoA]

[OOC: Since we are a fast response team im just gonna put us on the ship. We can talk about weapons and stuff then.]
 
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"Only Trust your Allies as much as you can Predict your Enemies."
"Do you expect me to talk?" "No Mr. Bond, i expect you to die."
"Luke, I am your Fasha."
To Nom Anor, a truly superior Yuuzhan Vong.
TRP/CPL Rema/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][OPE] [AM-B][AM-S][AM-P][IH][SoA]

It says ARC mission.  That means all of you.

/me kicks the training wheels off.

NOW GO POST!!!!
 
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PRF/GEN Fury/VEA/TADATH/VE [SCP][PoC][SotE:HC][SotE:VEA][IOC]
Prefect - Stormtrooper Corps
Administrator - Imperial Center

[OOC: /me falls on his butt. OWWW. Grandpa Fury, i fell down a got a boo boo. ]
 
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"Only Trust your Allies as much as you can Predict your Enemies."
"Do you expect me to talk?" "No Mr. Bond, i expect you to die."
"Luke, I am your Fasha."
To Nom Anor, a truly superior Yuuzhan Vong.
TRP/CPL Rema/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][OPE] [AM-B][AM-S][AM-P][IH][SoA]

FYI, your paraglider stats.
 
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PRF/GEN Fury/VEA/TADATH/VE [SCP][PoC][SotE:HC][SotE:VEA][IOC]
Prefect - Stormtrooper Corps
Administrator - Imperial Center

(ooc: i wrote this at the same time so consider it being before mandors post)

    Raziel regarded his own image in the blackened surface of one of his knives. It wasn't a good image, it looked like a charcoal portrait that somebody had smudged. Still, he looked carefull at what he could make out.
    At least i look...intimidating... he thought. Although the suite was comfortable he really didn't favour the bright red goggles. When he returned from this mission he would ask if he could have the face mask modified to just incorporate a plain visor with a hud. His night vision was good enough as it was.
    As it stood there was no way he was going to remove his face mask in combat. He slid the small knife back under one of the suits armoured panels.

    Rema, Mandor and Hashi burst out into laughter. Raz turned slowly to Afyon and raised a curious eyebrow. In response Afyon shook his head and smiled thinly, before looking back down at the rifle he was adjusting.

    Raziel checked over his own weapons. Pistols and knives every one. After going through a great deal of training with them his primary weapons had become a pair of IR5 repeating pistols, although large and bulky by Raziel's standards their rapid fire more than made up for it.

    The assassin stood up and walked over to the storage boxes in the middle of the room. Some regular troops had loaded them up with suitable weapons before launch.
    The first thing that caught Raz's attention were the three bio-scanners, they had been modified to search for the traitors stormtrooper chip from up to 5 klicks. After a small rummage he had found a few thermal detonators and flashbangs too add to his arsenal. He had gone over the portable missile system and fletchette launchers as he was far from proficient with them. He pointed them out to the rest of the group though. If they had a small republic group to deal with before catching the traitor they were just the kind of weapons to get rid of them with.

    "Well this will be interesting," Raziel sighed. Closing down the storage boxes and taking his seat. The transport leapt into hyperspace.

(ooc: who wants the missile launcher?)
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SL/SGMTRaziel/4SQD/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/ {EW1} {WoS} {VP} {IG} {CDS} {BoA}
Assistant Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths
"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music." Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989.

    The shuttle bounced and juddered as it sliced it's way through the planets thick atmosphere. As the mission became closer silence descended over the squad. All were clearing their minds and preparing themselves, thinking those thought that you did as you walked towards your death.
   
    The shuttles passage down became easier as it dropped to a safer altitude. The pilot would now be confirming his landing bay number and entrance route. Raziel looked to each of the ARC squad team and smiled. He knew there would be no great need for inspirations amongst these troopers. The light above them changed colour signalling that the shuttle was on it's final approach.


    The repulsorlift coils and thrusters groaned as they increased in power to take on the extra weight of the shuttle. The sky platform soared high above Pesktda, bearing its cargo of two shuttles down towards the docking tower.

    The shuttle lurched one more time as the sky platform came into contact with the tower. The light changed colour a third time. Raziel held is finger close to his mouth for silence. The co-pilot stode into the back room where they waited.
    "Ok, the pilot has gone into the tower to talk to the controllers. As soon as i join him this platform will be locked off. I'll send a signal to the ship to open the rear doors as soon as you're clear. Also we triangulated the traitors position on the way down. He is in the vicinity of the target area. Good luck," The pilot looked around the ship and smiled nervouslt at the six pairs of red eyes. He then politely excused himself.
    "Thank you," Raziel shoute after him. These armour suits were menacing.

    As far as the landing pad operators were concerned the pilots were here for business reasons, which if they checked up on would be found to be true. They had no idea of the danger that lurked unseen in the ship.
    When the signal came for the all clear the ramp lowered down and a heavy breeze immediately blew through the ship and swirled around them.
    "Ok the plan is the same. We glide over to the gardens and land of the roof. We cut holes through and leave our gliders attached to the outer surface. As soon as we have located the traitor we shall drop down with the ropes. As soon as he is disabled the fast-lift pulley drags him back up. Afyon your glider is modified to take the weight of two men.
    "Now we also need whoever takes the missile launcher to stay on the roof. We know what air speeder he uses, if we signal you that he is escaping take it down. Also if any troops become aware of our activities and move in, or in the scenario where republic agents come to meet with our target, give us a warning then take them down. Unless ABSOLUTELY nessecary i want complete silence. Follow my hand singals, you all know them now. Ok go!"
    The squad desended down the ramp onto the open air platform. Each of them scanning the area thouroughly, rifles at the ready. Firefrog and Rema began to unload the heavy gliders onto the pad as Raziel and Afyon moved to the edge.
    The hand signalling method that had been developed for them was similar to that used by the original ARC troopers. It involved various sequences of arm and hand movements for different manoevres and pre-set plans of action. Different squad members could be picked out by showing their squad number with fingers, if that would not be obvious enough they could send a serious of single beeps to get the attention of a particular member.

    Everyone on me Raziel signalled. Using the double clenching of the fist for the whole group. The squad moved up to him where he kneeled at the edge of the platform, macrobinoculars in hand looking out over the city. The sun was beginning to fall and light reflected off a large dome Raziel was pointing towards.
    "That is our target. We land on the very top as possible, the system for attaching the gliders to plasti-glass is clever but not made to stick to vertical surface. Also i don't think launcher off of a slope would be easy." Raziel spoke, barely above a whisper.
    Each member of the squad took it in turns to look through the binocs at the dome. True enough the glass plateau'd at the top providing a good landing place.


    As darkness began to fall the squad loaded themselves into their gliders. The black clad soldiers moved to the edge of the high platform. Mandor held the bio-scanner in his hands and checked it was calibrated correctly. The traitor was still in the direction of the gardens. Repulsorlifts hummed into action and the men pulled their visors down.
Raziel held his arm out behind him, fingers wide open and then clenched into a fist and punched forwards.
    All. Move out it meant. The menacing figures leapt from the perch, high up the docking tower and dropped down towards their doomed target...
 
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SL/SGMTRaziel/4SQD/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/ {EW1} {WoS} {VP} {IG} {CDS} {BoA}
Assistant Squad Leader - Squad4 Wraiths
"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music." Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989.

The soles of Hashi's combat boots absorbed most of the shock, as he landed on top of the dome with a hard thump. He gave a grunt and set about detaching the glider from himself. The grey figures of five other ARCs around him had landed too, some more awkwardly than others. They began making a swift equipment check, making sure they haven't carelessly dropped a pistol or knife on the flight over.

The Acklay-12 assault rifle was comfortably slung over his shoulder. It even came with a free grenade launcher, how nice of Merr-Sonn. Hashi patted the butt of the gun, eager to find out how it would stand up in a gunfight. To complement his arsenal, a Kylan-3 heavy blaster pistol was strapped to his hip, and a string of MK I frag grenades hung on his utility belt. He flipped over the glider and snapped open the mounting bracket for equipment storage. Grinning, he pulled out the badass Merr-Sonn PLX-3MX Portable Missile Launcher there and held it up.

Hashi started fondling it like it was his lover, like he always did when he gets a new toy to play with. "Oh you beautiful baby," he murmured softly, tracing his fingers around the barrel. Raziel jogged over and tapped Hashi on the shoulder. Hashi swung around and nearly knocked the other man out with the bazooka, if Raz didn't had stepped back in time.

Hashi's helmet hid a sheepish grin. "Sorry about that." He lowered the bazooka and turned to face Raziel.

Raziel simply shruggged it off. "It's ok. So you know what you gotta do right? Just sit tight here and blast that ZiShin guy's sorry carcass if he tries to zoom his way out of here on a speeder," he calmly said. Hashi nodded confidently and hoisted the bazooka back on his shoulder, "Affirmative, Raz."

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TRP/SGT Hashi Shiyun/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [IH] [SoA] [LoR]

Mandor got his glider off of him as fast as he could without throwing it from the building. He got his weapons in order and pulled out his knucklers and neuronic whip.

Arc began to move in unison as quiet as a mouse fart. As night was all around them they used their rapelling units and slid down through a series of man-sized holes cut through the dome as if a breeze going through a valley. They landed on the ground without a whisper of a noise.

Rema looked at the tracker they had used to find the traitor scum, and noticed it was moving North, North West, away from the shuttle exit bay. This was going extremely well, so far. Rema gave the hand signals letting them know the direction they would be moving, and they all began to move as silent as ever into the gardens. Afyon stayed back at Raziel's command and preceeded to melt into the foilage in order to guard against anyone discovering the ropes.

Presently, they came upon a structure which Rema had determined the target had entered.  This might complicate matters. Raziel squinted, then brought up some macrobinoculars.  "Rare and Deadly Species Collection" he muttered.  "Lovely."  Subsequent scans found few flora but more fauna than expected.  "I think we're going to have an interesting show of it."

Raz got to the side door first and sliced it faster then anything Mandor had every seen in his life. In about seven seconds flat they where all standing inside the side door, moving down the hall on padded feet.

As they got closer Rema looked at the tracker again and noticed ZiShin's movements had stopped. They began to move faster, as they got closer Mandor's heart began to beat as fast as a hummingbird's wings. As they came closer to the room ZiShin was stowing his waste of a body in, they encountered 4 men, 2 where carrying pistols and the other two had heavy repeating blasters.

The squad slipped into the shadows and watched them intently. A hand signal from Raz gave Frog, Mandor, and Rema the signal to dispatch them silently. They crept out of the shadows and Mandor threw one of his knives and hit the man standing in back in the throat. He tried to scream but no one could hear him, they where laying on the floor in front of him.

After the men where laying on the floor in puddles of blood the ARC team moved the bodies away from main view and approached the door to the room ZiShin was in. As they came closer they could hear very clearly ZiShin's voice,"Ahh Welcome Master Jedis, I welcome you and your young padiwan,"
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TRP/PFC Mandor/3SQD/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][BoA]

Sliding the door open, Frog peered out into the corridor, as Rema and Mandor lifted Zishin's weight between them. A quick glance showed no-one in the vicinity and Frog signalled the all clear, letting the ARC team move out the door past him at a quick pace.

They made it back to the harness without incident, and Rema and Mandor began hooking up the prisoner as Raz signalled for everyone to move into defensive positions. They had just begun hoisting Zishin up when a shout came from not far away, and a security guard for the dome began to draw his sidearm.

Frog spun around and pulled his neuronic whip from his belt, flicking it to stun as he did, it whipped out and struck the guard across the face, leaving a nasty red welt as he dropped to the ground like a sack.

"That was perhaps a bit harsh?" came Razial's voice over the comms.

Frog replied, "We'll be long gone before anyone notices him, and best he be put down rather then reasoned with, we're in a hurry remember?"

Raz could've sworn by the tone in Frog's voice that he was wearing a large grin under his helmet, but he simply nodded and returned to getting the team back up to the gliders.
 
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(-Vast Empire-) Sergeant Thomas "Firefrog" Phennir
TRP/SGT Firefrog/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][BoA]
Jester++
The stupider people think you are, the more surprised they'll be when you kill them.

Frog maxxed the thrust on his repulsors, and his glider made a sudden jump up and above the level of the sky platform, guiding it over a stack of cargo containers, he came within line of sight of the shuttle, and had time for a moments surprise at the other craft landed next to it before a laser bolt found its way through his glider and he began an uncontrolled descent to the ground.

Frog lifted his head with a groan and stared up into the barrel of a hold out blaster. He shook his head to clear it and dimly heard the man with the weapon say, "So this lunatic really is important to you Imperial scum, I'm sure he'll enjoy a stay in Republic hands much more however."

At this point he heard the other gliders coming in, and being met with the firepower of the Republic troopers. Looking up and behind him, he saw Mandor take a hit, forcing him to over shoot the landing pad, coming to ground somewhere behind the shuttle. Afyon also took a serious hit, forcing him to eject Zishin from his glider to have any reasonable chance of making it out alive himself.

Suddenly there was a sound like a large gushing of air, and a trail of smoke shot through the air as Hashi, who'd been bringing up the rear, fired the missile launcher directly at the NR shuttle, but also sending his glider into a tailspin as a result of the recoil.

Frog took the oppurtunity in the confusion, and lept up, grabbing the Republic Trooper's wrist in his left hand, and slamming his right arm into his elbow, resulting in a sickening crack and a low whine from the trooper as his pistol fell from his limp hand.

Letting the trooper fall, Frog grabbed his whip and cracked it in the air to gain the attention of the rest of the enemy squad, allowing his squad mates time to get to ground and draw their weapons. Drawing his E-11, Frog let out a quick, wild burst while he dove behind some cargo boxes for cover.

Meanwhile Hashi quickly unbuckled himself from his glider, casting himself away from it, and grabbing for the top of a pile of containers to stop his descent. His fingers finding a solid grasp, he let out an oof as his body hit the box. Climbing down as well as an armoured man can, he found the bruised and battered body of Zishin in the small alley between containers.

A quick check showed a faint but steady pulse and Hashi smiled to himself, "Good thing the fall didn't kill ya, far too pleasant a way for you to go," Hashi took a quick look around, "You should be safe here from the battle, and too unconcious to go anywhere."

With that Hashi grabbed his rifle and headed out to join the fight.
 
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(-Vast Empire-) Sergeant Thomas "Firefrog" Phennir
TRP/SGT Firefrog/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][BoA]
Jester++
The stupider people think you are, the more surprised they'll be when you kill them.

Frog pulled at his whip, yanking the leg it was wrapped around out from underneath it's owner, leaving him face down at the ground. Turning he lashed out at the next available target, who managed to catch the whip in his gauntleted hand. Frog activated the stun function of the whip, shocking the trooper and causing him to let go of the whip, leaving just enough time for Frog to put a blaster bolt in his chest.

Frog turned on his comms, "This is getting out of hand, we need to leave now, where'd Zishin end up?"

"He's inbetween the pile of crates on the west end of the landing pad," came back Hashi's voice.

Razial spoke next, "You got some sorta plan for us Frog?"

Frog began sprinting for Zishin's location, "Not really mate, I just think its time we left, can you guys get some stun grenades loaded up while I grab the meatbag?"

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Hashi clicked the grenade housing home on his Acklay, securing the C-10 Stun Grenade firmly in place, and heard a couple of the others doing the same.

"Ok ladies, let loose, I'm coming in!" came Frog's voice.

The landing pad become a blinding flash of light as the grenades hit home, leaving the vast majority of enemies screaming and covering their heads. Frog ran towards their shuttle, Zishin over his shoulder, flanked by the rest of the ARC members, who were giving supressing fire for those NR still on their feet.
 
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(-Vast Empire-) Sergeant Thomas "Firefrog" Phennir
TRP/SGT Firefrog/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][BoA]
Jester++
The stupider people think you are, the more surprised they'll be when you kill them.