Argon and Fish, naturally being long-time black ops men, heard everything that was said in the other room, even when trying not to.

"Interesting background," remarked Argon, "no wonder he didn't talk much about it."

"Yeah," said Fish, "doesn't exactly make us look like saints in comparison either, does it?"

Both of them stood silent for a second while they remembered what they had done, both as Fallen Angels and POD soldiers for the Intruder Wing.

The list of war crimes was long, possibly unmatched by all but an unimaginably small fraction of living beings in the universe.

Both of them looked back proudly, knowing that, however many war crimes they had committed, crimes against humanity (atrocities against civilians) was a charge that no being in the galaxy could put against them.

"Sorta puts things in perspective doesn't it," remarked Argon.

"Yeah, it sorta does," replied Fish.

Both of them looked at the other, knowing that, despite the consequences, neither would take back anything they had done.
 
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Argon Viper
Sergeant Major/Senior Writer, VE Today
IW COL Argon Viper{ret}
Fallen Angel and Proud of It!
"History is on the move, those who cannot keep up will watch from a distance, and those who get in our way will not watch at all" - Grand Admiral Thrawn
"Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses" - Carl G Jung

Kuroishi looked blankly at Anubis for a moment.

"I guess we are a little more alike then I thought.  While I was never outcast for it I have killed an imperial officer as well.  The imperial officer had gone mad from not being able to cope with the gravity of my homeworld and killed my father.  The greatest thing you have to fear from being a Wraith is the fact you're associated with war criminals now.  Despite that train wreck the crew here still has one of the best enemy killed and wounded to civilian killed and wounded ratios in the known galaxy.  We have work to do."  Kuroishi said as he left the kitchen.

Anubis was lucky in Kuroishi's eyes.  At least Volsa didn't have the same passion to outright kill Anubis that Neeman Colpman had to kill him.

Kuroishi knew his control was only temporary with all the old thoughts and painfull memories that his conversation with Anubis had brought up.

"What the heck.  They're early."  Argon said as he watched explosions in the darkening skies.

"Allight everybody, we're under the clock now.  We need to act and act fast.  It's not going to be safe on the streets anymore after this.  We're going to have to operate as a squad now just to be able to cover each other.  Our first objective is going to have to be find and take out command and control facilities for the orbital and sub orbital defenses.  Next we're going to have to see if we can go forward with our plan to keep the garrison pinned under by the Nighthawks and the VEA.  We still do not know what the Nighthawks want, who they will side with once the forces hit the ground.  We need to either find out or force the issue.  Fish start seeing what you can do to find out which buildings we need to go after to get some of those mines off line.  Everyone else start getting geared up."  Kuroishi hurriedly briefed the gathered Wraith troopers.
 
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Kuroishi Wraith VEA
Daishi Raptor VEN
Assistant Writer Why Project Copyright Infringment
Ich bin hessliche amerikaner.
Nehmen mir zu dein frauen von vernunftig preis tugendhafte.
"And the sound of many heads hitting many solid objects was heard throughout the land." me

"Well kiddies, I hope you all got your rest. Play time is over. In your alcohol induced haze, you may or may not have noticed that we've dropped out of hyperspace."

Angel saw a few nodding heads amongst the assembled Raiders, most of whom looked groggy and hungover.

"Well we are now descending to Bestine IV, a planet torn apart by a raging Imperial Remnant/ New Republic battle. The planet is divided into two halves basically." Angel pointed at a holoprojection of the planet. We're being dropped here. just outside of the main Imperial stronghold. out objective is to assist the Remnant forces and run operations into NR territory."

Knight spoke up from the front. "We're being dropped into the ocean?"

"Our dropships WILL float unless they are shot full of holes, which I will tell you, IS a very good possibility. The entire planet is mined, both the skies and the ground. There are also a large number of security and military droids programmed to shoot anything that moves. I wont kid you guys, this is the real thing. All of our previous missions have been nothing compared to what we are about to embark on."

"We are dropping into an extremely hostile environment, " continued Angel. "There will be NO supply drops, no air support, no relief forces. We are there until we are dead, or until we achieve victory. Pack as heavy as you can. We will be picked up from the dropships by locals and taken to the city, so stock up on weapons, ammo and explosives."

Stunned faces were all Angel could see in the crowd, and he wished now more than ever that the veteran members, Otto and Dee were there. Unfortunately they were allowed to remain behind with the Dark Jedi, while Angel came back to command the relatively green group of troops.

Scanning the faces, Angel already knew who he could count on when things got rough, and he knew they would. JR was a seasoned vet, and Lukas had served in Wraiths for a while. FK was coming into his own, and Angel knew he would be good for leadership opportunities.

"Everything is you need to know is included in the briefing packet Fury prepared, which Rizzit will hand to you on the way out. Read it, know it, memorize it.

"No questions? Good, you have 30 minutes to pack and get to the hanger bay. Move out."


 
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Gunnery Sergeant Jikkyo "Fallen Angel" Nimiichi
Squad Leader (SL) - Raider Squad -
AS-2/SL/GSG Fallen Angel/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR] [RoM] [BC] [CDS] [BoA]

Sith Adept Phoenix
TRN/SAD Phoenix/Training 2/VEDJ/VE/Lopen
"You need guys like me." - Tony Montana

Buying off three freighters full of low-tech gravity bombs from Zerek 456 seemed like nothing more than a good deal for the VE's new allies, but they came in quite handy in attracting smart mines.  Between them and sporadic bursts from the Dominion's guns a path was clear for the dropships.

Against all rational advice, the VSD was into Bestine IV's outer atmosphere and beginning to attract fire from the New Republic ground-to-space artillery units.  Luckily for the Vast Empire, they probably hadn't shot at such a distance for at least eight years so most shots were way off.  Still, it was a concern.

"Captain K'wislin, perhaps we make ourselves a distraction after we've off-loaded the troops?" grimaced Fury as a stray shot actually made it to the ship's location.

"At Moorja, you wanted us in close.  Now I am and you don't like it.  Make up your mind."  Actually, he kind of had a point there.  Fury remained silent for the time being. "Begin drop operations!" he continued.

The first dropships were to be filled with supplies and ammo and the few vehicles that could get to ground quickly.  Following them would be a mix of stormtroopers and regulars, like Timm's people.  Other support staff and regulars would follow as long as the gap in the mine protection held up.

With the leading salvos of turbolaser fire, gravity bombs and targeted proton torpedos leading the way, dozens of dropships departed the Dominion and headed to ground.  Behind them came the sleek but lightly armored Imperial Scout Walker Transports and Imperial Transport Craft carrying a platoon of regulars each.  They were the most vulnerable of the landing party as they were going at speeds that didn't crush a being to their seat.

Fury was watching with concern as this tricky part of the drop commenced.  Apparently so were some of the sensor crews as no one saw what happened next.

The groundside artillery were changing tactics and beginning to accurately zero in on the Dominion's position.  They began to use their firing lanes to good use and with the next flurry of directed fire came multiple loads of mine seeding droids. While the gunner's caught on in time to destroy a fair amount of the automated minelayers, enough came close enough to the ship to drop their cargo.

The shields held through the first two spreads of mines, then two more salvos followed, taking out the port engines and began to travel up the side of the ship.

Amidst the klaxons, the reality of the situation was obvious.  The Dominion was in bad shape.  K'wislin, of course, had no idea of what to do.  He laid sprawled on the deck, not even rising up to bark the orders necessary to regain command of his vessel.  Fury did a quick glance and saw the tactical officer barking orders into the comm system, making the hard choices to sacrifice some lives to save the ship.

Walking over to her, he waiting until she was done.  "Captain Elith..."

"That's Lieutenant Commander, General."

Fury waved that aside, "Captain Kara Elith, you are now in command of the Dominion.  I will continue to ground with our forces.  You find the best way to get this craft back into space.  Retreat to a safe distance and continue the landing process.  Begin operations to reclaim the old Bestine shipyards and drydock the ship for repairs."  He passed over a datachip. "This should cover any contacts and expenses for that operation. Good luck."

The officer had enough composure not to even blink in surprise. "Thank you sir.  Good hunting."

They exchanged salutes and Fury turned to leave, only to run into a blaster held very shakily by Daj K'wislin.  Fury had a thousand things to say to the man, none of which would even register through his thick skull.  Fortunately the proper response was found in his various sparring matches with his assigned royal guards, who were teaching him Echani.  With a pivot kick to remove the blaster from the shamed officer's hands, Fury followed with a throat jab that ended the mundane career of Captain K'wislin.

Without a word, he headed for the turbolift to grab his armor and get to the hangar.
 
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PRF/HG Fury/VEA/TADATH/VE [SCP][PoC][SotE:HC][SotE:VEA][IOC]
Prefect - Stormtrooper Corps
Administrator - Imperial Center

Kuroishi looked out over his cover to see how close they were getting to thier objective.

The mobs were getting worse as more and more lements of vieing factions tried to take advantage of the chaos and grab power for themselves.  So far the major players were still the New Republic trying to maintain control and the Nighthawks trying to accomplish what ever they wanted to accomplish.

Most lost thier courage with only a shot or two in the general direction of the mobs with Kuroishi's 12.7mm non-silenced rifle.

Even disciplined troops had trouble coping with the threat the weapon presented simply because virtually every professional army had not faced slug throwers with such firepower in god knows how long.

The squad began moving again.  It was a long trip under the circumstances even though the actuall distance was quite reasonable.

Another mob and another double tap from Kuroishi's rifle.

Most of these people were just angry citizens taking out thier frustrations.  Kuroishi had atleast somewhat come to terms with the massive civilian casualties he had caused before because the train that was wrecked was not what was listed on the schedule.  Now there seemed no way to avoid killing civilians on purpose.  All that could be done was to limit how many were killed and wounded.
 
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RA(U) Daishi COSOS
"If we had all knowladge then why would we seek what we already know and if we had no knowladge then how could we even ask the question?"  Plato
"Indeceant exposure is fun." Sonatina
"There are at least three sides to any situation." Me

After the city was plunged into darkness was when the true danger showed itself.  Massive organized groups of Nighthawks came out of the abandoned buildings of the city, carrying some weaponry Anubis had never even seen before.

The New Republic and civilian mobs were being slaughtered.  Anubis could only watch in horror as some people were turned to smoking skeletons in seconds by flamethrowers while others were ripped apart dart rockets.

"We have to find some way to stop them or else the civilian population on this planet won't exist any more."  Anubis cried out, looking for some solution.

Looking back at the New Republic compound, they saw that the situation there wasn't any better.  Several anti-infantry guns had been destroyed by planted explosives, and the New Republic troops were having an even harder time keeping away panicked civilians and the organized Nighthawk army.

The Wraiths took this time to act, heading towards the compound and hoping to find some way to make use of the reosurces there in order to stop the genocide that was occuring on the streets.
 
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TRP/LCPL Anubis Benor/4SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE
Wraith Squad
Vast Empire Army

Lukas got up after listening to Fallen Angel give the mission briefing.

As Caleb passed him, Lukas noticed he looked shocked and nervous.

Walking to the doorway, Lukas turned around and looked at his fellow squad mates, some of them looked nervous, but others looked determined as ever.

Lukas turned and walked out of the room, walking down the corridor to his quarters.

As he entered his quarters, he started by packing his weapons: Whisper sniper rifle, Mynock Q33 silenced pistol, two Hieb & Stich knives, and an E-11 blaster rifle.

He put his weapons out on his bed and walked over to his closet, pulling out his Standard stormtrooper armor, putting that on the table.

Lukas grabbed his black belt and opened up one of the small pockets on it, putting a bunch of small metallic spheres in it, closing it after he filled it up.

A few slots down, he took frag grenades, smoke grenades, and incenidiary grenades, putting them on his belt.

He ran one final check on his gear, throwing in a few extra clips of ammo and rations as well.

Lukas grabbed all his gear and ran over the checklist one more time, heading out of his quarters, and down towards the hangar.

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Name: Lukas Yuy
Rank: Lance Corporal
TRP/LCP Lukas Yuy/3SQD/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/VEA/VE
Occupation: Sniper/Special Forces
Raiders Cook

JR left the breaching and headed back to his room to pack.  He knew he would have to bring all the weapons he had knowing that there would be a few troopers who would have very little in the advanced weapon category.  He first packed all his blaster rifles and pistols, he then packed his flechette launcher.  Finally he cleaned and polished his daggers, hatchets and throwing knives then hid them in various parts of his body.  After packing he cleaned his armour and began to put it on.  He knew this would be the hardest thing he had ever done.  He looked at the clock on the wall and realized that it was almost time to leave. With that he got up and left for the hanger.

OOC/ sorry bout the short post but i've just been called to do something.
 
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Senior Seargent JR
Raiders Squad
- Raider Squad -

TRP/SGT JR/3SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[LoR]

"Before you judge someone you should walk a mile in their shoes cuz then ur a mile away from them and you have their shoes."

[OOC:I'd like her taken alive, how else would she affect Anubis in future chapters to come. /OOC]

Anubis watched as the Royal Barkalounger breached the surface.  When it settled onto the beach and its landing ramp opened, the Wraiths rushed in and strapped themselves in for a quick ride back up to the fleet.

The old ship rose and with a quick blast of the engines accelerated towards space.  Looking out of one of the ships viewports, Anubis could see the ship Vosla was in.  It was a ship of unique design, covered with heavy blaster cannons, quad laser cannons, and two forward facing turbolasers stripped from a Golan Defense Platform.

Anubis then turned his attention away from the ship as a pair of TIE Fighters came to either side of the Royal in order to escort her to the Devastator.  Anubis wondered what would come next, and whether or not the next meeting between him and Vosla could end up like it had all those years ago.
 
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TRP/LCPL Anubis Benor/4SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE
Wraith Squad
Vast Empire Army

Anubis jumped into the port gunnery station.  Activating his guns and preping for the incoming assault.  With part of him still soar from falling over as the Barkalounger blasted towards space, Anubis had to concentrate a little more as the Nighthawk fighters came towards them.

Being a modified version of the preybird starfighter, they weren't as difficult as a New Republic B-Wing, but their agility and speed were something to contest with.

Argon did a good job with the first group that approached and now it was his turn.  Eight fighters remained, and Anubis hoped to take out at least four of them with their next pass.

As the preybirds passed by, Anubis opened fire, with all of his guns directly linked on a single target at a time, twon of them quickly fell.  The others rolled and dived out of the way of his barrage of fire.

Being more used to the Corellian top and bottom turret design, Anubis could not open his guns to their full potential as Argon did.

The next pass by the fighters did moderate damage as the fighters hit one of the Barkaloungers weak spots.  Fire sputtered out of the ship, but since there was no hull breach of any kind, the ship could still make it out of the atmosphere.  The next pass by the preybird squadron dwindled their numbers down to three as Anubis got an extra one and Argon destroyed an extra three.

Of the remaining fighters, two had been hit.  One however was in perfect condition and was also carrying an outside hung proton torpedo.  With the next pass, the torpedo was launched, and Anubis could only fear the worst as it closed in.
 
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TRP/LCPL Anubis Benor/4SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE
Wraith Squad
Vast Empire Army

***Before the Landing***

Afyon drained the bottle and dropped it on the table.  The bottle made a loud thud and rolled a bit on contact.  Afyon put his head

down on the table and sighed.  The sight of the executions kept recurring in his mind like a horrible dream that wouldn't go away.

He shook his head again and closed his eyes.

A young man was sitting on a hill overlooking a small spaceport on the planet of Corellia.  His arm around the shoulder of his

soon to be fiance.  The two had been enjoying a bottle of port and a picnic to celebrate two years of being together.  In the man's

pocket was the expensive engagement ring he had spent his savings on. To him, nothing was more special than Christa, the

woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.  The man pulled Christa tight to him and then laid back and pulled her on top

of him.  The two kissed deeply for a few moments before the man reached down in his pocket to take out the case that held the

ring.  As he was about to ask, he was interrupted by the loud sound of a pair of spaceships roaring overheard towards the

spaceport.  The man kissed Christa again to rebuild the moment. Suddenly, his body began to shake violently and all he could

hear in his ears was ringing.  Below them, the spaceport exploded as one of the ships fired at the fuel tanks.  The explosion

incinerated half of the port as the two spaceships fired down at the ships below them.  The man through Christa off of him and

raced down towards the spaceport. By the time he got there, the two ships had landed and the people on board had begun to

pillage the supply sheds and the other ships.  The man raced into what remained of the buildings.

"Mom!....Dad!"  He shouted repeatedly in desperation as he charged through the wreckage, avoiding the flames as best he could

as he made his way towards what was left of the control tower.  This station was opreated by his parents and in order to survive,

they had had to do business with various pirate and smuggling factions who preferred small out of the way locations to dock.  A

war between groups may cause them to target such spaceports in order to destroy their docking spaces.

The man raced around another corner only to bump right into three armed men.  Obviously they were part of the group who had

attached the base.  The men were strange looking, he noticed instantly that their eyes seemed very strange indeed.  Two of the

men trained their guns on him while the third one grabbed him and started to pull him towards one of the ships.  The man tried

to struggle and run but was rewarded with a blow to the head from the butt of one of the men's rifles.  All he saw before the

blow was the intense flames of the station.

"Aaaahhh!"  Afyon shouted as he woke up.  His armed flailed as he sat up.  He was sweating and breathing heavily.  Afyon tried

to compose himself and took a sip from the bottle only to find it empty.  "Dammit."  Afyon rose drunkedly from his seat and

staggered towards the exit.

Fifteen minutes later, he staggered into the squad area and headed immediately for the refreshed station.  After another fifteen

minutes of peeling off the rebel uniform and carefully adjusting his sling he showered and put on a fresh uniform.

***After the briefing***

Afyon made his way back towards the squad area to call a meeting.  He quickly informed the squad of their destination and gave

his congratulations to those who had been promoted for their excellence on the last mission.  The squad was about to head down

with an assault force to reinforce the imperial garrison and perform hit and fade raids on enemy forces.  It was perfect for the

squad who was quickly becoming experienced in infiltration and special operations tactics.  Afyon looked around at the men and

woman who had survived to date.  They had certainly changed since they had been assigned to him during the mission.  Afyon

also informed the squad that two more troopers had been assigned to them but would not be joining them for their assualt. 

Lonewolf was on tour with the rest of the Jedi while Cloud had been temporarily assigned elsewhere for the moment but would

be with them later.

Before ending the briefing, Afyon informed them of their equipment.  Everyone would be assigned an A280 Armor-Piercing Heavy

Blaster Rifle, a SSK-7 heavy blaster pistol, a combat knife, throwing knives, and as much ammunition as they could carry in their

packs in addition to several crates more to store once they landed.  In addition they were getting a couple of missle launchers,

grenades launchers, and concussion grenades.  Afyon suggested they take what personal gear they thought they might need but

since most had been assigned, to keep it to a minimum as they need to travel light.  He was going to bring a sniper rifle and

some non-weapon items that could be of use.

Afyon dismissed the squad and ordered them to report in combat gear in two hours so that they could put it and all the ammo

into their transport.  By that time, Rema would be ready to head into combat as well which Afyon was very happy before.  He

made his way down to sick bay to check on the status of his troopers.  He was also going to accept minor bacta treatment on his

shoulder in order to give him better use of it on this mission.  The ribs were still quite painful so he wanted to find some way to

ease the pain without affecting his mind.
 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
SL/GSG_Afyon/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoC][IH][CoH(2)][SoA]

As he unstrapped his belts, Lukas looked around at the others and how they were doing.

Caleb looked as if he had just seen a ghost, Fallen Angel and the others seemed to be fine.

Lukas got up and stretched out his arms and legs for a few brief moments.

He then picked up his gear and made his way out of the hatch and looked over his surroundings.

Fallen Angel and JR were right beside him, along with Caleb and FlyingKnight behind him a few feet away.

Everyone seemed to be fine from the drop.

Lukas went over his weapons and gear again, just to make sure he hadn't lost anything during the drop.

As he got done checking all of his things, he looked out over the horizon and saw little circles coming towards them.

He knew it was there ride because he had heard Fallen Angel say it was, to Caleb.
 
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Name: Lukas Yuy
Rank: Lance Corporal
TRP/LCP Lukas Yuy/3SQD/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/VEA/VE
Occupation: Sniper/Special Forces

Kami picked up her A280 Armor-Piercing Rifle, and wiped a smudge from the barrel, "This is pretty."
Zafo rolled his eyes at her from across the other side of the room, "Pretty? Geezus Kami...we're not going on a damm parade."
Kami raised an eyebrow at the newly promoted Lance Corporal, "Well...someone's edgy..."
Zafo sighed irritably, then continued to triple check his equipment for the Dark Dragoon's next mission.

Hit and fade...Kami looked between her two hieb and stitch knives, and the two ceremonial Kuati daggers which lived permanently at her side. Shoving the army issue knives off the bed, Kami picked up the Kuati knives, sliding one finger across the encryption on the face of one of the curved blades as she did so...
Paige's blade...
Kami grimaced and forced the thought away with a slight shake of her head.
No matter where she was, or what she was doing, her sister always managed to get to her...

"Ready?" Zafo straightened and frowned at Kami.
Kami nodded, and edged slowly past Zafo to the door, her free hand up in a gesture of surrender. Zafo's frown deepened before he turned on his heel and stormed out the door towards the hanger.
Stifling a grin, Kami closed the door behind her and followed.

A few minutes later the duo arrived at the hanger to see Afyon already there, looking decidedly worse for wear. Smudges stained the area under his eyes, while his shoulders were hunched, as though the very effort of standing up was too much for him to bear.
He acknowledged his two troopers with a slight dip of his head, Kami catching the strong waft of alcohol as she passed him by to enter the shuttle. Throwing a concerned look at Zafo, the duo halted mid-step and glanced back at their squad leader.

"Sarge..." Kami dropped her extra equipment at her feet, "You orright?"
Afyon startled out a short-lived daze, "What?"
Kami took a step towards him, "Are you ok sir?"
Afyon cleared his throat, then forced himself up to his full height "I'm fine...get on board."
Kami hesitated, thought better of it, then turned and followed Zafo up the ramp into the shuttle.

"I don't like this..." Zafo dropped down in the seat next to Kami, forgetting to be grumpy in his unease.
Kami gripped the handle of one of her knives, "Me neither."

 
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*DarkDragoons*
-=silly caucasian girl likes to play with samurai swords=-
-=pretty...what do we blow up first?=-
TRP/PFC kaMi/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]

[OOC: Woops, my mistake, but Argon was talking about port and starboard guns and port is left and starboard is right...Oh well, we got it all cleared up so that's okay /OOC]

Anubis ran over to where stormtroopers were offloading the prisoners.  He saw several figures that appeared to be officers for the Nighthawks, then he saw her.  She was being carried on a hover-stretcher, and appeared to have been stunned.

Anubis followed the team that took her to the Medical Center of the Devastator.  While he should have been preping for the relaunch that was almost certain to come, Anubis couldn't leave her.  He sat on a chair next to her, and stroked one of her lekku.

She suddenly awoke, and began speaking a language that Anubis did not recognize.  "Por yasa vor ki!  Por yasa vor ki!"  She screamed.  Anubis yelled to a medic, and one along with a sedation droid entered and sedated her.

She fell like a rock, back into her slumber.  Anubis was scared, something had a control over her.  Something powerful had her under its grasp and wasn't willing to let go.
 
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TRP/LCPL Anubis Benor/4SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE
Wraith Squad
Vast Empire Army

It was about the 1st hour from when they landed and Caleb was already more soaked then he could handle.

FA came out from the hatch and saw the rips of the waves. It looked like they were having some problems with the tide.

Then FA looked at Caleb, He looked like a water monster.

He handed some water to him. "Thanks." Caleb said as he gulped it down.

"You can come in now. It looks like our ride will be having some delays." FA said.

When Caleb got back inside every one was either asleep or playing cards.

Caleb looked around and there wasnt many peaple there. "Is the Raiders going to be doing this on its own?" Caleb asked.

"No, That would be irresponsible." FA replied.

"Good." Caleb said trying to be serios.
 
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Trooper (TRP) - Raider Squad -

TRP/LCP Caleb/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE
"Beat me the heat"