OOC: Where are the posts? It's been 3 days and no posts yet! Guys, you just won a comp, this would be a good time to prove that you're always active. Plus, you have two ARC members here whom I at least expect to be posting. Don't make me bail you out of this mess....
 
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Second Lieutennant Rizzit
Wildcard Platoon Commander
Army of the Vast Empire
PC/2LT Rizzit/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[OPE][OTH][EW1][RCoD][CRoM][CoH][OPA][SoA][SoS]
Everything expressed truly from your heart and soul is as pure as gold in the minds of anyone who listens!"--Rizzit

[OOC: No no, i will do it tonight.]
 
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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: np Kairo)
 
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ASL/GSG_Afyon/Dark Dragoon Squad/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoC][IH][CoH][SoA]

[OOC: Sorry about the delay, and I can change this if it doesn't go too nicely. This also takes place after the briefing]

Niko grabbed his datapad, and quickly returned to his quarters. He flicked the switch to his left, and instantly the dark area was illuminated, revealing a cramped room, with nothing more than a bed, table, and a closet. He sat down on his bed, and decided to review the data he had obtained from Afyon. Niko was given the name of Adam Shaw, a 24 year old 'ex'-weapons dealer who worked as a sales representative on a business trip. His flight left at 7:15 a.m. the next morning so he decided to get packed.

He got up and walked over to his closet and grabbed an appropriate suit, as he was taking a civilian flight, and he couldn't afford to be found out. He quickly changed into the suit, and grabbed the brief case that he kept under his bed. He opened up the platinum case, and took off the layer of padding and then a thin layer of led. Niko grabbed a small pistol and the knife that were issued for the mission and put them into the case. He put the layer of lead - which acted as a weight and a block for the x-rays at the spaceport - back into place, followed by the layer of padding. Niko walked over to his laptop that rested on the table, and turned it on. Within an instant, he was uploading Adam Shaw's personal information onto the computer, and then printed it out into a passport type book. He also drew up some fake invoices and receipts and then put them into his briefcase. He grabbed a civilian issue datapad and uploaded his plans from the military datapad onto it, so he could review his plans without any suspicion, and then tossed that into the platinum briefcase as well.

'I have a flight to catch,' Niko stated to himself as he closed the briefcase, grabbed it, and then walked out the door.

Niko walked out the door, closed and then locked it, and then headed for the ground floor. He had decided to eat on the flight, that was, if he could at all due to anxiety. He got into the taxi that would take him to the spaceport, and in less than 30 minutes, he was there. One and a half hours passed before Niko cleared customs and security, both being easier to get through than originally anticipated, and another hour before he was boarded into his first class seat. He grabbed his suitcase and opened it up, glad to see his papers in order. Niko grabbed his datapad, and started to work on a plan as the craft headed off toward Ralltiir.

{OOC: Hopefully this is what you wanted}

 
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"I smell death on you." - Stewie Griffon
"A jamais etre a la nuit, les ombres frapperont avec l'assassin sombre." - Me
"Im hungy, when's dindin"? - Me
"Dum spiro spero" - Who cares?

[OOC:stupid double post.]

"Hold on we are closing in on the station" a rough voiced blared through the speakers. Rema jogged back to the lounge from the cargo bay and buckled himself in. Looking over at Afyon, he couldnt help but chuckle to himself. Rema had always seen Afyon in his stormtrooper outfit or his uniform. Now he was dressed in a suit and looked like a respectable businessman.

A loud thump reverberated through the ship as it connected with the orbital space station. The lush green orb of Agamar hung outside the viewport. It had only taken them several hours to reach Agamar and their contact. Rema stood up streching and looked over to Afyon.

"Well what next Sarge?"

"Im going to go to the bridge and contact the crew of the hired ship. You on the other hand should go outside of the ship and wait in the hanger for them to come. I dont want any surprises." Afyon ordered as he stood up and headed to the bridge.

Rema nodded and gave a half-hearted salute and walked to the access ramp. He pushed a few buttons and the ramp lowered. Meandering down the ramp, Rema leaned down and took a look around.

Nothing.

"Some welcoming party...." Rema said as he headed towards the main door. He looked up and saw the doors above closing so atmosphere wouldnt get in. He frowned and then shook his head. Must be forcefields

He reached the main doors, but as soon as he did they opened with a hiss. Two rough looking humans and three Grands came walking into the hanger. Rema instintly reached for his gun, but caught himself.

"Can i help you?" Rema said to the cleanest looking human.

"Emperors Black Bones." the man grumbled.

"What?" Rema said looking at him confused. The man cleared his throat and spoke again.

"Emperors Black Bones."

"What in the universe are you talking about?" Rema questioned. The human sighed and looked back at his crew. Suddenly Rema knew it. Duh, thats the code word for the hired workers!

"Oh uhh umm yeah follow me." Rema pointed to the ship and walked towards the ramp. Afyon met them at the top and after a brief conversation between the leader, showed the hired crew to the aft section. Plopping back down into his chair, Rema heard thunks and knocks as the hired crew carried DD's equipment off the VE ship and onto a hovering flatbed. Afyon discussed with the leader what to do when he arrives on Ralltiir. The hired men left with a grunt and Afyon came up to Rema.

"Time to go."

Rema and Afyon grabbed what little items they had on the VE ship and walked to the main spacestation terminal. Since the spacestation was only a cargo transfer point, only a few shuttles would leave out system. Afyon left first, and Rema followed a few minutes later. Their act had begun.

Rema knew at all times where Afyon was, but he never made contact with him. He sat down in the shuttle bay waiting area and scrolled through some items on his datapad. A voice over the loud speaker in different languages told of their shuttles departure. Getting up, Rema headed to the shuttle ahead of Afyon. Reaching the gate, a female human asked for his ticket and motioned him inside. Rema moved to the front of the shuttle and sat down next to a viewport. He didnt dare to look back, but could hear Afyon talking to the stewardess. Staring out the viewport, Rema wondered what could possibly happen on this mission.

[OOC: The ends kinda meh, but im kinda tired...]
 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
"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]

The smeared lines of hyperspace were a beautiful thing, even though hyperspace was a very dangerous affair. One wrong calculation and you end up crashing into a planet at the speed of light.

Staring out the viewport into this blur of light, Rema sat contemplating what he would do when the ship arrived. He picked up his datapad and flipped through the menu. Stopping in the section that showed times for planet, Rema noticed that they were going to arrive on time.

A shudder when throughout the ship and the blurred lines of hyperspaces faded away into tiny specks of light. Looking out, Rema could just barely see the edge of Ralltiir. The ships engines fired to full speed sending the passengers into their seats. Conversations in different dialects wafted through the ship creating a soft, constant noise. Rema replaced his datapad into his pocket and stared back out the window. They had reached the planet and were entering the atmosphere. After a bumpy ride down to the planet, the shuttle flew low over vast fields. A huge city appeared over the horizon. Rema did not know the name of the city, but guessed one of the largest cities on the planet.

The shuttle slowed as it neared the city. Hundreds of hovercars could be seen zooming around. The shuttle slowed even more and then eventually stopped above a large landing field. Tens of hundreds of shuttles, freighters, small ships and yachts were parked across the field. A small transport bus could be see waiting below their shuttle to take the passengers to customs.

The shuttle landed with a thunk and everyone started to get up. Within a few minutes everyone had disembarked the shuttle. Rema glanced around making it look like he was amazed at the site of the field, when he was really scanning for trouble and Afyon.

Afyon was just entering the hoverbus when Rema exited the shuttle. Rema felt like he was a nerf. Four lightly armed customs agents were standing around the passengers herding them into the bus. Rema hated it. How he wanted to pull his gun and blast a hole in each of the agents chest. Putting aside his emotions, he stepped up into the hoverbus. Sitting down in the back, he waited for the next hurdle they had to pass customs. He took one last glance at the shuttle they arrived on and the hoverbus accelerated heading to the main building.

 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
"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: I've been kind of unsure of how to make this go, so...}

After a few hours of hyperspace, and a less than perfect decent onto the planet's surface, Nikorasu was being boarded off of the shuttle. From where he was, and from what the datapad Afyon supplied told him, there were at least two checkpoints and a thousand people between the him and the exit. Aside from the checkpoints, as predicted, guards were positioned in a linear pattern, with about a thirty foot distance from each other.

Nikorasu quickly followed a guard with the other passengers in his class to a hoverbus that scurried the group to the first checkpoint, just outside of the entrance of the main building. Three armed guards boarded the bus, asking each passenger for their papers. Nikorasu quickly grabbed his out of the briefcase he carried as a guard neared him and requested to see them. With haste Nikorasu handed the papers to the guard, who started looking them over with a look that seemed to read right through them. Nikorasu's heart started to beat faster and louder, as he envisioned himself throwing his sais through the necks of the other guards, and tearing the one that stood beside him apart limb by limb with his own hands.

"Welcome to Ralltiir Mr. Shaw," the guard responded after a minute of reading the papers.

A quick jolt of reality came into the private's mind. With a quick "Yes," he grabbed the papers and quickly shoved them into the briefcase, and the guards got off of the bus, followed by the passengers. Nikorasu followed the line of about ten people into the building, and looked for the sign that pointed in the direction of the exit. He followed the signs, and was confronted by a large wall of glass windows, giving him his first glimpse of Ralltiir. But for him there was no time to become mesmerized by the planet, especially after his peculiar acting that could have blown the whole mission.

He decided to act on his stomach, which hadn't been very active all day, and took a taxi to the nearest hotel. He checked himself in, and decided to change into more casual clothes for his visit to the hotel restaurant, after all, he worked better on a full stomach.

{Another part should be up in the next hour to day: OOC}

 
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"I smell death on you." - Stewie Griffon
"A jamais etre a la nuit, les ombres frapperont avec l'assassin sombre." - Me
"Im hungy, when's dindin"? - Me
"Dum spiro spero" - Who cares?

  As Kairo's shuttle started its descent into Ralltiir's atmosphere, he was jolted out of a shallow sleep he had been in for the second half of his flight. Getting his berrings, he started putting away his datapad and other equipment. Picking up his dufflebag he reached in and pulled out his I.D. and passport. "Good they're still here," Kairo commented as he put them back in.

  When the shuttle had landed and he was off of the landing platform, Kairo headed for the checking stations. Coming up to the first one, he hadned over his paperwork. "This checks out, mister Gray. Next!" the security gaurd hollered out as Kairo stepped away.

That wasn't so bad, Kairo thought, now I just need to find the exit. Deciding to follow the crowd, Kairo soon found his way to the exit. Stepping outside he was greeted by midday sun blazing into his eyes. Ducking his head, Kairo walked over to the cab area and chartered a hovercraft to take him to the hotel . As he sped along Kairo looked out over the city, taking in everything that might be important for the missionthat he could see form his vantage point. Taking out his Datpad he scrolled up the map of the city. Making mental calculations he pinpointed the easiest, fasted, most inconspicuous, routes to the objectives on the mission. He decided he would cruise around town later and make sure his routed checked out.

When the cab pulled up to the hotel he would be "Staying at", Kairo payed the driver and went inside. Going over the the front desk he asked for his room and payed for his stay. Taking the turbolift to the top floor he stepped out and went to his room. Sliding the key ino the slot he stepped inside. It was a regular room, with a bedroom, Kitchen, and meeting area. Throwing his stuff onto the bed he took out all his necessary scanning equipment and unpaked his clothing. Taking out a black set of clothing he slipped them and put on his outer jacket. putting his equipment into the concealed pockets, and taking out his weapons from the clothes he had worn here, he put them in their proper place. Deciding that he might as well get started on the first part of the mission, he called down to the front desk to get a car ready for him. "Time to scope out the town."
 
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Private First Class Kairo
If it has a Rebel insignia, shoot, ask questions later
SL/SGT Kairo/2SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/Ve[CDS][BoA]

After the buffet and when his stomach hit a point of satisfaction, Nikorasu decided to get to work. He grabbed his briefcase, which he concealed under the tablecloth, and signaled for the bill. He opened up his briefcase; gently knocking on the padding twice to make sure his "items" were there. He shuffled the papers around a bit, and pulled out a fake credit card. He sat it down on he table in front of him, and waited patiently for the waiter to come by.

After about thirty minutes, ten of which were spent waiting back at the restaurant, and the other twenty walking around various buildings Nikorasu found himself just inside the industrial district.

A quick first glance around gave a good idea of what was in his area. A few medium- sized corporations that probably didn't trade with any more than three planets. But he remembered that looks can be deceiving, so he marked this area on his possible 'problems' list.

He spotted a few larger buildings that rested a good ten to fifteen kilometers away, so he decided to head for those. After what seemed to be about a five-minute walk, Nikorasu signaled a taxi.

About ten minutes passed before Nikorasu got to the complexes in which the buildings sat. He paid the driver, who he could have sworn was on a wanted advertisement back at the V.E.A. base.

A quick scan of the surroundings and he found five groups that looked like patrols of armed guards walked around, about four or five in each. He mentally added the complex down onto his 'danger' list, and decided that it was time to collect a little data.

Nikorasu reached into his pocket, and pulled out a SureSnoop. It was a gift he received from a friend while he was in training. The tags that it came with to track things came with a three day battery, but these ones had been previously rigged to release no more than one tenth of a milliliter of an acidic compound that would destroy the tags after the battery's power neared failure.

Nikorasu walked inside of one of the buildings, and in the lobby, he placed a tag into one of the plants, providing concealment and an ideal location. Then, to be casual and in the norm of things, he talked to the worker at the front desk. He did that for each of the large buildings, and went on his way.                                                                                                   
{OOC: another *should* be up tomorrow}
 
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"I smell death on you." - Stewie Griffon
"A jamais etre a la nuit, les ombres frapperont avec l'assassin sombre." - Me
"Im hungy, when's dindin"? - Me
"Dum spiro spero" - Who cares?

OOC: NO you won't. A week is more than enough time for two posts. Kairo, I expect that list from you on Monday morning.
 
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Second Lieutennant Rizzit
Wildcard Platoon Commander
Army of the Vast Empire
PC/2LT Rizzit/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[OPE][OTH][EW1][RCoD][CRoM][CoH][OPA][SoA][SoS]
Everything expressed truly from your heart and soul is as pure as gold in the minds of anyone who listens!"--Rizzit

"Next!" The customs official called as the woman in front of Afyon passed through the gate.  Afyon stepped up to the guard and handed over his ID.  Afyon waited impatiently as the officer examined it and then handed it back to him.  Afyon then handed him his passport and once the proper code and been programmed onto it, the guard handed it back to him.  Afyon waited for a second for the guard to let him through but nothing happened.

"Something that matter officer?"  Afyon asked impatiently.  "I have a business meeting I need to get to, is there anything else I need to show you?"

The guard stared at Afyon's suit jacket for a second, he obviously spotted a tiny bulge on the left where his pistol was.  "Please hand over your weapon and permit for inspection."  The guard commanded.  Afyon reached into his pocket and dropped the pistol down on the desk in front of the officer.  He then pulled his registration and permit out of his wallet and handed them over.  The guard inspected the paperwork and handed it back to Afyon.  "You prefer a military pistol over a small holdout one?"  The guard asked cautiously.  Afyon looked down at the high-powered automatic pistol on the desk.

"Officer I figure if I am attacked, I might as well fight back hard and survive.  No good in having a tiny weak piece of shit that wont blow a hole in my enemy."  Afyon replied with a hint of arrogance and sarcasm, two aspects he associated with being a business man.  The officer let out a sarcastic laugh and handed the pistol back to Afyon.

"You may proceed Mr. Hargraves.  However, let me warn you, I wouldnt be showing that pistol off too much here.  You may find yourself held up for questionning if you do."  The guard warned as he pressed a button to open the gate.  "Next!"

Afyon walked through the gate and into the main terminal.  He shifted the leather bag he had over his shoulder and shifted his briefcase to his right hand.  He quickly grapped his garment bag off the luggage rack and made his way out of the terminal and onto the main street.  Afyon summoned a taxi and had it take him to the five star hotel he was booked into.  After registering, he went up to his room and quickly unpacked his things in a reasonable manner to make the room seem as if it was being used.  Afyon was very concerned about the attention the guard had given him at customs.  He took out a small case from his leather bag and took out a small cannister of hair dye and some makeup.  Within fifteen minutes, he had dyed his hair and eyebrows with grey highlights and put on some of the makeup.  When he looked in the mirror, the 23 year old soldier looked like a respectable 45 year old business man.  Afyon took out his datapad and photographed his face.  He then took out his id and inserted it into the datapad.  Within a minute, he had executed a program to override the information on the id and insert his new picture and description.  Afyon then change out of the suit and into a pair of dresspants with a thin sweater and blazer.  He strapped on a fake gold watch and ensured his wallet looked as if it was full of credits.  He put his pistol in his blazur pocket and put his silencer and datapad in the inside compartment of the jacket.  Afyon put on his overcoat and headed out of his room, locking it on his way out.  It was a cool day on Ralltiir and Afyon figured it would continue to cool off as night approached.  Afyon ensured the watch was set on Ralltiir time and saw that it was almost 12:00.  The squad rendezvous was to be at 03:00 at the farmhouse Afyon had indicated outside the city.

Afyon exited the turbolift and headed outside.  He declined an offer by the bellboy to get him a cab and instead he decided to walk down the street through the elegant part of the city.  Afyon saw a semi-formal but comfortable sidewalk restaurant on the next street down and decided to stop there for lunch.  He sat outside and under one of the umbrellas so that he could see what was going on without being as easily seen.  He ordered lunch and a beer and waited for the waiter to bring the food.  Afyon figured that he mingling at bars near military installations was the best way to find out information about location and security.  He decided that he would go there later on.  First he would do some touring of the city, keeping an eye out for as many defence installations as he could find.  With some tourist questions and general ignorance he figured he could find out what he wanted to know initially.  After twenty minutes, the waiter came back with the food.
 
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ASL/GSG_Afyon/Dark Dragoon Squad/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoC][IH][CoH][SoA]

Rema had marked a few targets around the government center if he had some extra explosives and then headed back to the hotel. It was dark by now, and the empty streets of the industrial planet were unnerving. He had to meet Afyon in a few hours at the far end of the city, and Rema wanted to catch some sleep before hand. Walking briskly the last few blocks to the hotel, Rema slipped down a shadow filled ally and ducks behind a crate. Unholstering his blaster and setting it on stun, he pushed his body against the wall. A few seconds late a man came rushing down the ally with a blaster pulled. As the passed the crate, Rema stuck his foot out and the man tripped forward smashing his chin into the ground.

Jumping up, Rema kicked the mans blaster away and pointed his blaster at the mans neck. Turning him over, Rema put a foot on his chest.

"What do you want with me?" Rema said.

"N..n..nothing, im j..just trying to sup..port my family!" the man stuttered.

"Err, get a job." With that Rema shot one stun bolt into the mans chest. Pushing the man deeper into the ally, Rema jogged off to his hotel. Once inside he locked the door and checked again for bugs. Satisfied he laid down and fell off into sleep.

 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
"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]

The loud roar of a freight shuttle blasting past his window woke Rema up from his relaxing slumber. He swung his feet over the side of the bed and rubbed his eyes. Harsh, bright light poured through the small window illuminating the room.

Rema stood up and stretched. He had only been asleep for a few hours but he felt completely refreshed. After a quick trip to the 'fresher, Rema picked up his blaster and cleaned it up. Stuffing it in his holster, he grabbed his suitcase and headed off to meet up with the rest of Dark Dragoons.

Stopping in the front of the hotel, Rema slide his datapad out of his pocket and checked his map. Highlighted was a insignificant house just outside the city. He checked the area he was in and couldnt help but laugh. The entire city was filled with warehouses and factories yet this area that he was in was specifically classified as the Industrial district. Flagging down a air-taxi and watching it fly by him, he just decided to walk. It was only a 20 blocks to the edge of the city and he could use the exercise.

After thirty minutes of pushing through groups of people and waiting for long lines of traffic to pass, Rema finally made it to the city gates. Stepping past the guard station without being noticed, Rema ducked behind a parked hover-truck. In front of him was a fork in the road. He pulled his datapad and checked it again. He would need to take the left one in order to get to the house.

Suddenly the truck next to him began to rumble. As it lifted off the ground, Rema tucked his datapad and way and jumped on. The truck sped away from its parking spot and flew down the left path. After another ten minutes of holding on for dear life, Rema pushed himself off the truck and rolled to the ground. Standing up and dusting himself off, he picked up his datapad. Over the next hill should be the abandoned farmhouse. He began at a light jog and as he crested the large hill he saw a farmhouse on the edge of a forest.

Running down the hill, Rema skidded to a halt in front of the house's door. The two story building was square shaped with a curved roof. Its red color was faded and wearing off in some places. All the windows had been boarded up. Rema pushed open the door and entered. He jumped as the door slammed closed behind him.

The little light that streamed in from the holes between the coverings gave little to help show him his way. Walking further into the darkened place, Rema felt the air move and immediately went for his blaster. Just as he pulled it he felt the muzzle of a rifle pressed against his neck.

"Dont think about it." a young voice said.

"At ease Private." a voice sounded from the darkness. Rema sighed in relief. "Your late Corporal."

"Sorry Sir, I was busy taking a early morning walk." Rema said to Sergeant Kario. Overhead lights flashed on and revealed a small room with crates stacked around. Kario sat on a crate chewing on some rations and tossed one to Rema.

"Have you seen Afyon or Mars?" Niko asked from behind him as he put his blaster away.

"No, why havent they checked in?"

"Nope. I wouldnt worry about it either. Those two are not the kind of troopers to let them get theirselves captured or killed without the entire planet knowing about it." Kairo said as he tore off another bite from his ration bar.

 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
"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]

Afyon shoved the comlink back in his p  ocket and swore silently.  Rizzit was going to manage to screw up this whole operation with his antics.  Fortunately, Afyon though, Raziel was heading in too.  At least Raziel had a clue about this sort of work, especially since Afyon had studied under him.  Afyon adjusted the strap on his overcoat and headed towards one of the bars near a cluster of defence installations.  He had spent the day touring the city and through some cleverly asked tourist style questions, he had learned much about the strength of the garrisons and the number of shield generators.  What he needed most now was hangers, fighter strength, locations, power generator locations, and security at the various facilities.  His goal tonight was to try and get this information.

Afyon crossed the street, the streetlight began to illuminate the shadows as dark fell upon the city.  He turned the corner and entered a dark upper-class bar about a block from the main defence facility.  As he entered, he could see many officers in the bar, exactly what he wanted.  Afyon had shifted his pistol and put it in the small of his back.  He handed over his coat at the door and walked over to the bar, sitting down by a young lieutenant.  From the smell of the Lieutenant's breath he could tell he had already had a few drinks and seemed to be on the verge of being slightly tipsy.

Afyon ordered a ale and grabbed a couple of pretzels out of the bowl placed in front of him.  The bartender laid down a fancy cocktail napkin and placed the tall glass down.  Afyon tipped generously and took a sip from his beer.  It was going to be a long night so he had to ensure he ate plenty of nuts and pretzels to help counter the effects of the alcohol.  After about two or three minutes, Afyon began to talk to the Lieutenant, he played up the part of being new to the planet and was fascinated by the armed forces.  After about fifteen minutes of conversation and two drinks that Afyon bought for the Lieutenant, Afyon had managed to slow ween out little pieces of information that he needed.  It was almost like pulling teeth but it was worth it.  Afyon took another sip of the ale and left ten credits on the bar as he turned to head out.  He got his coat and exited the building.  Afyon walked down the street and took out his datapad, he quickly made a few entries into it and marked down his expenses.  He would submit it for reimbursement at the end of the mission.

Afyon walked three blocks to the next bar, it was a little lower in class and he saw that there were a few senior non-commissioned officers and junior officers inside.  He repeated this same process here and at two other bars.  When he had finished this he headed back to the hotel to gather his things.  He entered the room and put his coat down.  Afyon took off the blazur, opened the bed and rolled on it for about thirty seconds to make it look slept in.  He then changed into the smuggling outfit he had brought.  He then wiped off the makeup and rinsed dow his head allowing the easy wash dye to come out.  Afyon closed the two bags and pulled a sweater over his top.  He put on the overcoat over it, slung his bad on his shoulder and grabbed his briefcase.  Afyon locked the door behind him and proceeded down the stairs and out a side door near the hotel bar.  He walked down the alley he exited into and quickly threw the coat and sweater into his bag.  He took out his gunbelt and strapped it around his waist and put a black leather bomber jacket on.  He then headed down the alley and proceeded through several back alleys and towards a small motorpool near one of the entrances to the main defensive compound. When he was two blocks away, Afyon set the two bags down and quietly moved around a few objects to make a symbol that he'd recognise.  The trash cans and broken crates he made into a code symbol and then he made his way on foot towards the motorpool.

Afyon had discovered through his conversations that it was a non-descrip building that looked like the other run down warehouses in this area.  When he found the building, he saw that there were no guards on the outside, part of the disguise of the building.  The building had no windows so Afyon couldnt see what he would be up against. Just as he was about to enter the back door, pistol in hand, two speeder bikes screeched to a halt at the side of the building.  Afyon darted back behind a trash pile and made sure the silencer was screwed on properly.  The two soldiers got off of their bikes and entered the building through the sidedoor.  They were carrying what looked like insulated bags, properly carrying warm food for the men inside.

Afyon darted out from behind the pile and quickly got to one of the bikes. He looked around and then fired three silenced shots at the controls of one bike before climbing on the other and racing off.  A fewseconds later, several men ran out of the building and one jumped on the other bike only to find the controls shot.  By the time the other soldiers hoped on their bikes and left the building, Afyon was long gone down one of the alleys.  He quickly grabbed his bags, strapped them on and raced towards the city limits.  It was time to meet the squad.
 
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