We have need of extracting some Imperial officers and technicians from the prison planet of Kiffex. 

Located in the Azurbani system, Kiffex is a long interdicted prison planet, currently neutral from all galactic affairs.  If a crime is committed in Imperial, New Republic, or Hutt space and the authorities do not want you found, odds are high you will end up on Kiffex. 

The planet is protected by the Guardians of Kiffu, an organization created during the Old Republic to keep control over an entire prison planet. 

Its sister planet Kiffu, is populated by the Kiffar, as the humans there are known.  They maintain their freedom by being an honest broker between all galactic partners when a prisoner is brought to their care.  In addition, the fees paid to maintain such a prison population is more than adequate for a forgotten world on the Inner Rim.

You will be transported to the planet Kiffu by a courier craft.  There, you will target and execute the traitor Torlock, the former Imperial Governor of Corulag.  You will do this with conventional weapons only.  You will allow yourselves to be captured without incident and then taken to the prison planet Kiffex where you will be given further instructions.
 
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PRF/GEN Fury/VEA/TADATH/VE [SCP][PoC][SotE:HC][SotE:VEA][IOC]
Prefect - Stormtrooper Corps
Administrator - Imperial Center

After Afyon had dismissed them from the breafing Mandor walked to his quarters.

He got his suitcase and put in a few business suits and a pair of casual dress cloths. He picked up the picture of their target, he was a heavy set man, with a large nose and thinning hair. Mandor put the picture in his briefcase and closed it.

He put his credits and access card into his money clip and strode out of the room. He went to the launching bay, and sat at a metal bench and closed his eyes.

Mandor would be going in as a Botonist. He would say he was studying the Tetra Hydro Carbon producing plants on the planet. Mandor let the noise of the area drift away, and fell into a half nap.
 
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TRP/PFC Mandor/3SQD/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][BoA]

"Cultural Anthropologist from Obroa-Skai, coming to study the complex tattoo system that locals place on themselves to identify with their clan." Intel. sure could make up interesting things. At least it will explain his extra items he was carrying.

Rema stuffed a few pairs of clothes, flimsy-plast, and his datapad into the suitcase. He stuck a small item into his suitcase that looked like a Stylus. In fact it was a Tagger that Rema figured might come in handy.

Walking over to his mirror, he tried to do something with his hair but decided just to put on a hat. Looking at himself he frowned.

"I look like a senator's aide." He said out loud. Turning, Rema saw his holster with his DL-54 auto pistols in it. How he would miss having that at his side. Going into a hostile situation without any form of protection was going against everything Rema had learned in the past. His insides screamed to carry a gun, but he knew he couldnt. It looked like he was just going to have to be very aware of his surroundings.

Stuffing his credits and his fake ID into his back pocket, Rema left his quarters to go meet up with the rest of the ARC's.

 
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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]

    Raziel stared hard into his own green eyes. He was leant forward over his wash basin looking at himself in the mirror, almost as if by doing this he could really look within himself for the answers.
Assassination
    A few months ago he would have held no apprehensions about hunting down and killing someone on Fury's orders, but now....now things were different. He had turned his back on that life. Some of Darsk's, the master assassin's last words rung through his mind.
    You are a tool and a weapon. This is the life we chose, we cannot escape it.
Raziel had killed him and thought that that one act had brought and end to it, had shown that he was more than that now. Maybe that was not so and there was nothing else he was good for in life.
    Raziel felt the cold ceramic surface of the basin pushing harder into his hands, his realised the muscles in his fingers were being crushed between the basin and his bones, the fibres rubbing across each other and snapping. He looked down at his bone white fingers and realised that he could not relax them. He looked back up into the mirror.
    But he felt different now and that was what mattered. Or was it? If he chose not to accept this mission and flee wouldn't he be hunted down like this traitor Torlock. Raziel would be in the same situation that he thought he had escaped so many years ago.
    But this was no innocent businessman whose only real crime was crossing the wrong path, none of those people had any idea just what they were getting themselves into. This man was a traitor, he had declared himself allied to the imperial cause and had betrayed them. He deserved what he got.
    And anyway, Raziel thought to himself, his fingers loosening their grip, he could retire at any time. He could sign the right forms and leave this place an honourable soldier. He hammered the concept home into his mind like a nail. Again and again he did it until it sealed the lid on the coffin that held his greatest fears. For now anyway.
He let go of the basin, rubbed some feelings back into his hands and went back to work.


    He had been working on his hair first of all. He plucked the hairs from above his temples first and after a few minutes had given himself a receding hairline. Next he had used some subtle and precise dyes to attack his roots with grey. Several painful injection to his face caused wrinkles to form around his eyes and forehead and his cheeks to swell slightly. He checked his image in the mirror many times until he was completely satisfied. When he was finished he had ages a good ten years of so, the subtle swellings around his face changed the way the shadows played across his him and altered his facial features sufficiently for the job.

    He moved across to the other side of the room and pulled a small wooden box from a drawer. The box hissed as it was opened, revealing a thick and complex metal seal on the inside. Gingerly Raziel pulled several vials from the box and laid them down carefully beside him. Checking his gloves carefully for any sign of wear before starting, he then opened up the first vial. It contained a chemical that would paralyse anyone moments after contact with flesh. He opened a book he was taking with him and dabbed a particular page with the poison and memorised the number. It would be a quick process to get the absorbed poison back from the page. The second vial he was far more careful with. If this one touched his skin there would be no recovery. He opened up a data pad and removed an inconspicuous component. Using a pair of tweezers he dabbed it into the poison and then held it in the air, after he thought that it had dried enough he placed the component back in the datapad. Again a small amount of heat would turn the poison back to it's liquid form. That property was quite deliberate and artificial. Satisfied Raziel went about packing the rest of his stuff.


    Only Afyon smiled widely and nodded as Raziel walked into the shuttle bay. Afyon had been around Raz far longer than the rest of the squad and knew his face far better, it also helped that Raziel had often told him that he had been taught how to alter his image quickly.
    Only when Raziel got within a few feet of the rest of the squad and smiled did they manage to recognise him completely.
    "I see you're all looking ready from some 'proper' work? Shall we go?" He said pointing towards their shuttle. How many times he had walked through a bustling space port.
    "Get through the port as uneventfully as possible. I want you all to make little impression on anyone you meet I want you to fade from their memories the instant you leave. As of this moment none of you are interesting or have any interesting stories to tell. Neither are you particularly boring, if you're the butt of someone's jokes you're still remembered. Make idle conversation and lame excuses. And whatever you do don't get into any arguments." He looked at the younger members. "Gather as much info as you can upon arrival and meet as planned." Raziel looked around at the Arc's and smiled. This could be interesting.
"Oh and one of you has to kill him by the way, don't ask." He stepped aboard the shuttle.

 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
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.

Frog took a seat next to Hashi, who was busy fiddling with his suit, trying to get it straight, "What say you and I team up, eh bud?"

Hashi looked over an grinned his acceptance, "Shame those pair are taking the cantina's though, searching them might have almost made up for the lack of firepower on this mission."

Frog snickered, "That's ok, we'll go check hotel reservations and see if we can find him, maybe some staff will get uppity with us and we can break their noses."

"We need to find us some pistols too, or at least a big stick to beat Torlock to death with," Hashi mused, patting his side sadly where his rifle would have hung.

"Shouldn't be any biggy, I'm sure we can confiscate some poor citizen's weaponry with reasonable ease," Frog smiled, "Head for the spaceport cantina when we land, I'll meet you there and we'll get acquainted with each other and decide to go looking for a decent hotel."

Hashi nodded his approval, and laid back for a quick rest as the shuttle began its lift off sequence.
 
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(-Vast Empire-) Sergeant Thomas "Firefrog" Phennir
TRP/SGT Firefrog/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][BoA]
Jester++
+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
The stupider people think you are, the more surprised they'll be when you kill them.

    Raziel sucked in a deep breath of clean, fresh air. It was the chill of winter and it sent shivers down his whole body, refreshing him and sharpening his consciousness.
    He started to walk through the streets of the relatively empty city streets, trying to take in the atmosphere around him. He checked his watch and realised they had arrived slightly ahead of schedule, the locals were probably all still at work. Deciding he would have to wait a bit before he could get the "Feel" of the area he headed for a less urbanised area for a stroll.
    It wasn't long before the locals poured out of their offices and work places, flooding the streets with thick speeder traffic and pedestrians. Raziel realised just how easy it would be to keep a visual of the traitor. A great portion of the local population were Kiffar and every single one of them had brightly tattooed faces. Apparently they were something like a family crest, but they all looked to be basic bands of differing colours. It didn't take long before Fury's words rang loudly through his mind. "The fees paid to maintain such a prison population is more than adequate for a forgotten world on the Inner Rim" Raziel was getting just that kind of feeling from just taking in his surroundings
    At the appointed time he entered the small cafe, heading straight for the counter to pick up some coffee in a cheap plastic cup. Taking a sip from his coffee he slyly looked around the room, eyes looking across the rim of the cup for an instant. The room was heaving with people, as he had hoped. Without looking at him Raz headed in the direction of Rema.
    The locals were all too polite to ask the foreigner to move up and let someone sit down beside them. Raziel had no such qualms.
    "Mind if I take a seat?" he asked, indicating Rema's coat sat on the window side of him. With barely a glance in Raz's direction he put the coat on his lap and slide across allowing Raziel to sit down.
    "We need protection," was all he whispered to Rema. He sat silently, sipping on his coffee and started filling out a word game on the local news. He left the paper on the table and left. His feelings about the mission were put into code words for Rema, along with the address for a weapons merchant. The code for Mission could be difficult was directly underneath it.

 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
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.

Hashi tapped the datapad wired up to the hotel information booth, a wide smirk on his face. He hit the jackpot. He plugged off the black cable rigged up to the booth and hastily hid the datapad in an oversized-pocket. Turning around, he whistled to Firefrog, who was busy crying croc tears with the man at the counter.

Firefrog walked over briskly, warily scanning the lobby to pick out any onlookers. Satisfied that they weren't any eavesdroppers around, he asked Hashi softly, "Whaddya find?"

Hashi's eyes twinkled and he replied airily, "Oh nothing much. Except for the exact location of Torlock and his family. Apparently, he's having a holiday at a posh hotel on the other side of town, with his wife and two kids."

Frog lifted an eyebrow and frowned. "Won't be easy taking him out. Remember, this is supposed to look like a petty, drunken murder case. Not a planned assasination. Enough to get us into jail, but not so that we get under high suspicion."

He had a point. Hashi immediately cancelled out any plans about nabbing the target in his room while he was asleep. It had to be in the hotel restaurant, or maybe a cantina, with alot of alcohol involved. Plus plenty of witnesses. Hell, a staged rowdy fight and a beer bottle over the head would suffice.

Nodding, Hashi slowly reached for his commlink. He thumbed a secret code and transmitted it to the other ARCs spread around the city. The brief code informed them of the latest intel. That done, he and Frog left the ruddy hotel and went out to look for a shop that sells cheap vibroblades or any other weapon they could conceal in their pockets.
 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
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Sergeant Hashi Shiyun [IH] [SoA] [LoR]
- Jester Squad, Storm Platoon.

Mandor and Afyon where in the "Turned Nerf" cantina when the messages had come over their emergency coms. They looked at each other and slowley made their way out of the bar, one following the other 3 minutes post. 

Mandor pulled out his data pad and looked at the map on the screen. The "Lady Luck" was only about 10 minutes away. Mandor sent the information to Afyon's data pad, and continued walkin down the street. He enjoyed looking at the faces of the people here. All of the natives had strangely beautiful tatoos on their faces. Some had lines of different colors accrosed their faces, while others had a simple "X" or other simple designs on their cheeks.

Mandor made it to the hotel about 7 minutes before Torlock was appointed to arrive. He walked accross the street to a coffee shop and sat down. He ordered a mocha late, and sat down at a table outside. He pulled out a device and attached it to the top of his data pad. He could pretend to be reading his data pad, as he actually snapped photos and observed the area around him.

Mandor saw Afyon apear in front of the hotel and scurry into the lobby. Mandor was hoping Afyon was using this time to find out what room Torlock would be staying in.

Mandor saw Torlock approaching 3 minutes later, and snapped several photos of him, his auntorage, and their weapons. They stayed about 3 meters behind him and tried to blend in with the crowd. They had dual DH-44 pistoles each, and a schethe holding something he couldnt recognize.

After Mandor snapped the photos, he sent them to the other ARC members. They knew now what they would be going up against.


 
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TRP/PFC Mandor/3SQD/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][BoA]

[OOC]Did we all fall asleep?[/OOC]


Mandor saw the message blip upon his data pad "Get into party hall at "Lady Luck" now!"

Mandor sipped the last of his drink, put the datapad in his pocket and walked twords the hotel. He entered through the front doors, and walked to the counter.

"Hello how may i help you?" the Manager said to him

"Yes, which hall is Torlock's party in again?" Mandor replied calmly.

"Ahh, it's in Hall 3, to the end of the hall on my left."

Mandor thanked the man and walked down the hall into the party. He saw Afyon walking around casing the subject. Mandor walked to the bar and ordered some Whiskey, and dropped some alchohol neutralizers in.

After about 10 minutes at the bar he ordered another, and saw the rest of ARC enter the room, excluding Raz. They made their way around the hall acting inconspicuas. After about 20 minutes walking around the hall Mandor raised his hands and stretched, the signal that they would shortley kill the target.

The ARC's made their way to the bar and started ordering drinks. After each of them had a few shots they made their way in Torlock's deriction. Mandor looked at Afyon and started walking twords him. When Mandor got to where Afyon was, he stuck his shoulder into the mans chest hard.

"Watch where you go, you Ash" Afyon faked a slure as he spoke.

"Why dont ya watch where YOU goo, you Bantha PooDoo" Mandor spat back.

"O ya" Afyon said as he shoved Mandor

Mandor took a swing at Afyon hitting him in the chest. The ARC members started to push twords the fight shoving Torlock closer. Afyon swung for Mandor's head, but missed hitting Rema instead. Rema joined the melee swinging wildly, as the rest of arc started in pushing Torlock even closer.

As Mandor recovered from a blow to the left temple by Hashi, he noticed the Body Gaurds moving closer. Mandor ran at Afyon, as Mandor swung for Afyons head, Afyon ducked. Mandor kept going with the punch, it connected with Torlocks throat. Torlock began to choke and hold his throat.

Rema pulled out his pistole and blasted hitting Torlock in the head.

Torlock slumped to the floor and stopped moving. The body gaurds, having people in front of them, couldnt fire. Instead they rushed the ARC's plowing them over the heads, the stomach, and the backs with their weapons. The ARC's fell to the floor feining injury.

One of the gaurds yelled "Get them in hear get these scum out of here, NOW!"

 
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TRP/LCP Mandor/3SQD/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][BoA]

Rema made mental note to place laxatives in all the ARC's victory meal when they got back. Well, if they got back. Every single ARC had hit Rema as he entered the brawl. He had vowed his revenge.

Finally at the right moment, everyone was in place and he pulled his guns. He pretended to get tackled by Raziel, but really was handing him his gun. Getting up, Rema took a swing at Afyon as he ran past him decking a bodyguard. A frightened figure tried to dash out of the room but was caught in the neck by Mandor's punch. It was Torlock.

Rema aimed his gun from the hip and fired. The slug hit its point; Torlock was dead before he even began to fall. Dropping to the ground and throwing the gun away, Rema kicked the legs out from under a man about the swing a punch at Hashi. As soon as he did that he regretted it. The human brawler, who must have had surgery because he was so bulky, landed right on Rema knocking the wind out of him. Lying there dazed, Rema could hear sirens and loud shouts as police officers came running in. Further chaos ensued as the policed opened up with stun bolt fire.

Rema watched as the wall of stun bolts cut down almost 50 people. Mandor and Afyon both took almost three shots before they collapsed to the ground. Raziel tackled two officers but was wrestled to the ground and stunned by four more police officers. Finally Hashi and FireFrog charged the group but only succeeded in taking down a few before they too fell to the stun fire.

The police walked through the scene picking up and dragging brawlers into hovervans. As two officers walked over Rema, he swung his leg and knocked one over into the other, pushing himself up he grabbed the two officers guns and stunned them. Rema stood fully turning around and bringing his guns to bear on the other officers. As he made his turn and stopped to fire, a hail of stun bolts whizzed around him and smashed his body. He remembered seeing Torlock's children and wife running into the room as he fell into the blackness.

 
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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 overcharged blaster was a much less desirable place than the restaurant where he had collared Torlock. Disreputable was the best word that came to Raziels mind as he stepped through the door, he edged towards a corner and sat down quietly. He got the odd strange look, but after all people who survive in places like this tend to have exceptional survival instincts. There was just something about this over dressed tourist that said 'Don't even think about it'
    He gingerly pulled the pen from his coat pocket, making sure that it didn't come anywhere near any exposed skin. He didn't care to think what would happen if it did.
It didn't take him long to single out the new republic agent. He was the one sat on his own, looking more and more impatient every second. It also helped that someone else was standing a few metres behind him watching very closely.
Amateurs thought Raz
    He wandered over to the table and smiled at him. When the agent realised no introduction was forthcoming he started.
    "Can I get you a drink?"
    "Well I hear the corellian ale is watered down here,"
    "Maybe a blue then?" the agent asked. Panic. He hadn't got that far with Torlock. Yes or no which could it be.
    "That would probably be ok," Raziel said slowly. Mentally he breathed a sigh of relief, the agent seemed satisfied. Raz sat down opposite the agent and started to twirl then pen around between his gloved fingers. Noting that the agent had no gloves.

    "So you have decided a new line of work is in order?" the agent asked as a waitress sat an ale in front of Raziel.
    "Well I have to say I was feeling a bit lonely," he smiled.
    "Well we could always do with a worker of your...calibre" Raziel downed the pint as he talked.
    "MY family needs protecting," Raziel hissed through his teeth, feigning impatience.
"You don't know what they'll do to them!" he continued. The agent sighed and gave him a sympathetic look.
    "We are well aware of what the imperials do to their traitors. Trust me we can help you." At that moment Raziel seemed to lose control of the pen and it slipped through his fingers to land at the agents feet. He smiled and leant down to grasp then pen by the shaft, he sat upright again and handed it to Raziel who smiled. That gives me about thirty seconds. he thought. That was if the fast acting poison had got through his skin.
    "Sorry but I really have to go," Raziel said. indicating the bathroom.
    "Sure," the agent said. but the sideways look to his companion did not go unnoticed on Raziel.

    As soon as he was through the toilet door, the second man who had been watching from the bar placed his drink down and headed after him. He swung the door open casually and walked in. he stopped still for a moment, realising that Raziel had gone. He started to turn to go back out to the bar and talk to his partner, but out of nowhere something struck him hard in the side of the head. His vision blurred as he fell to the side, hitting the wall heavily. He struck out at his assailant, but strong arms wrapped around his fist and flung him headfirst into the other wall. All he could do was hope for his partner to follow them in when he felt those same arms wrap around his neck.
    With a twist Raziel snapped the thugs neck and let him fall limply to the floor. A scream from back in the bar indicated that his poison had indeed taken effect. He searched the agents body and found just some credits and a small pistol, which he pocketed. Without pausing for a second Raziel left by the toilets and headed for the Lady Luck.

    He walked into the Lady Luck, hoping that the job would be finished already and he could just put a few punches in and be done with it. Instead the brawl was just starting and Torlock was still standing. He felt the grip on his pistol and knew that killing him would open up to many old wounds. Instead he charged into the fray and tackled rema to the ground, passing the pistol across to him. Soon it was done, Mandor had crushed the man's larynx with a punch and Rema had finished it with one shot. The body guards started to lay into them knocking them to the floor and doing their best to keep them there.
    When the sounds of sirens started to get louder Raziel kicked out at a bystanders legs and sent himself skidding along the floor out of reach of one of the bodyguards. The guard turned and started to push through the crowd after Raziel. In his mind Raz was no threat, the slender, five foot tall man had nothing on his massive physique. He craned his neck looking for his target when a fist shout out of nowhere and smashed his nose. Seeing Raziel once again he started to lash out, but suddenly the other was a blur and Raziel's arm swept under his face and walloped his jaw upwards in a unexpectedly powerful uppercut. Stubbornly the body guard lashed out again, but his trunk-like arm sailed over Raziel's shoulder and he screamed as the little man stuck him and the elbow and broke all his tendons.
    He leant forwards, hoping to crush the smaller man under his bulk. Instead he found himself flying over Raziel's shoulder towards the bar. He hit the solid bar like a rock and collapsed in a heap. Raziel landed over him, feet either side of his head, knife in hand. In one movement he thrust his knife down between the incapacitated man's ribs and ended his life.
    That was when the first stun bolt thundered past him. He jumped at the bar and then bounced back off of it and tremendous speed, launching his small frame into two policemen. They caught him between them and twisted his arms behind his back, knocking the knife from his grip. Unable to move Raziel just listened to the sound of a stun gun being picked off of the floor and waited for the pain. Crackling blue lightening filled his vision as his consciousness escaped him.


    He awoke some time later. Securely bound by magnetically linked cuffs, but still in the Lady Luck's bar. Through his still foggy vision he managed to see all of the ARCs and a few of the more violent bystanders who had joined the fight laid down beside him. Across the room from him Torlock and the bodyguard he had stabbed were being zipped up in black bags.
    To his left several officers were still aiming their blasters, whilst their leader queried some of the innocents. One of the men in the queue to talk to him winked at him. Raziel regarded him more carefully and chuckled to himself. Fury wasn't leaving any of this to chance. He closed his eyes and let his throbbing head loll back to rest against the bar. He overheard the conversations, but tried to rest and not actually listen.
    "Yeah that was the one who shot him! That one there!"
    "Those two seemed to be protecting the one who shot him!" another gruff voice. Probably another bodyguard.
    "Yes I saw all six of those men involved, none of the others seemed to be up to much to tell the truth. Don't know what that big guy was on about, paranoid conspiracy theorist probably." That was possibly the one who had winked at him.
    "That one there! He got Jim! He must have tripped or something, but then that b****** stabbed him!" Raziel let his eyelids open a fraction to look down the length of an accusing finger at another bodyguards face.

Yes they'd all be safely locked up soon

 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
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.

    Raziel spotted Rema across the width of the dining room, but only offered a slight nod in recognition. Raziel waited his turn in the line obediantely. There was right now no need to cause a fuss and he really wanted to stretch his arms. When he got to the front a heavily built guard undid his magnetically sealed wrist cuffs and another passed him a tray and gently shoved him in the direction of the kitchen. As he joined yet another queue for the slop that would be his lunch his stretched his arms out wide and sighed.

    He sat down at the table where he eat every day with the rest of the ARC group. He eat in silence with Rema whilst waiting for the rest of the group. None of the more violently inclined inmates bothered them any more after a single move on Raziel's part. Raz looked to his left where the brute sat, hand and eye still bandaged. It had only taken one blindingly fast grip and strike and the respect had been earned.

    "I say we do something crazy and get ourselves busted down to maximum security, i bet thats where our targets will be!" Mandor spoke in hushed tones. In medium security they didnt bother listening in on conversations, but still it was best to be safe.
    "For all our sakes i hope they aren't," Raziel remembered vividly the journey into the maximum security section that the staff used as a warning to potential trouble makers.
    He had been shaking like a leaf as the life descended a mile below the surface. Then there had been the four foot high, dark tunnels patrolled by menacing guard droids. He had tried to pay attention to his surroundings and try and pick out weaknesses, but it had been too much on a nightmare. He shuddered at the thought of it and blocked out the sounds of the imprisoned in his mind.
    "And i don't think they'd be any use to anyone if they've been down there the past few months," Raziel added.
    "Right then. What do we do?" Afyon asked.
    "It has been nine days without word!" Firefrog put in.
    "We wait....we watch and we wait." Raziel winked at them. He knew they had all been building up their owns plans for escape the moment they had stepped inside.
 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
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.

After Mandor had been processed and registered with the system, he was pushed into a large hanger like room, with men on podiums shouting out prisoner numbers.

"Prisoner 50195" A tall man on the podium yelled.

Mandor walked to the front of the group to the equipment desk. He got his junk from the woman working the equipment desk, gave her a look over and walked outside of the hanger to another line.

Mandor waited in the line for around 2 hours, to be asigned a prison village.

"Prisoner 50195, Transport 4, Deadend" The short husky man spat out from between chunky lips.

Mandor walked to the transport, jumped on the top with some of the other prisoners. They where all rough looking fellows, with a few dog ugly women.

The transport began to move about 20 minutes after mandor had gotten on top, and he almost fell off as it jolted forward.

They arived at Deadend after 3 hours of fast driving. They all disembarked from the sturdy transport and made there way into the city.

Mandor was hoping he would find the rest of the ARC's sometime in the near future.
 
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(OOC: WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS??? LETS GET OUR ASSES IN GEAR, THIS HAS BECOME ONE PATHETIC UNIT)
 
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Mandor jumped from the transport, and walked calmly to the line. There was another man on another platform yelling out prisoner numbers.

When Mandor heard his prisoner number yelled, he walked to the man. You will be working at compound number 007. Report there immediatly for duties.

Mandor read the signs, and found his way to compound 007. It was an extremely small builing. A little larger then a closet with a door. As he approached, he saw the rest of the ARC's standing there talking to a man.

"Well its about god damn time jackass" Raziel.

"Sorry, got cought up in some rough lines" Mandor said with a smile.

"Well lets act like we are Working" Rema said sarcasticly

"Umm, how about we talk about what is going on" Mandor said

"Man, you are really out of the loop arent you kid?" FireFrog said.

"Guess so..."  Mandor said

"Okay, well Fury sent this guy to give us an excuse to get close to the targets" Afyon said

"And the excuse would be what exactly" Mandor said sheepishly

"Dear god allmighty, We are going to act like we are working for this guy, we are going to unload "supplies" for the prison. Actually, in reality we are going to be unloading our equipment" Rema said

"Im not even going to ask how you are getting that crap past the checkpoints" Mandor said
 
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