The three RAIDERS sped towards the end of the alley in one of the speeders.  As they rounded the corner, Rizzit glanced  into one of the rear view mirrors as he was driving.

"JR," he yelled into the back, "Looks like we've got company."

JR looked back and saw that they were being followed by three Rebel speeders.  "F***," JR swore, "They must've followed us out of the line.  Either one of you have any ammo or explosives left?"

"Ya," came a reply from FK, "I wasn't in the fight so my E-11's pretty much full.  I've also got a few mines and some grenades."  With that he searched through is bag, took out some grenades and mines and handed them to JR along with his E-11.

JR fired a few shots which only bounced off the speeder doing barely any damage.  F***JR thought to himself these things have too much shielding.  Racking his brain he came up with an idea.

"Rizz I need you to turn a corner when I say so."  He said to the front, as he searched the mines and grenades FK had given him.  Pulling out a few remote mines and the remote JR looked back up to the front. "Alright now," he said.  Rizzit rounded the next corner and JR dropped the mines onto the street below.  As he had expected the speeders behind had rounded the corner.  As the first one went over the mines JR pushed the remote and sent it flying backwards, smashing into one of the back ones resulting in a huge explosion that wiped out both speeders.

"Alright two down one more to go."  JR relayed to the front as he returned his gaze to remaining speeder.  Again racking his brain, he came up with another idea.  Throwing a grenade to the left side of the speeder, JR quickly pulled out his gun and targeted the left side of it.  Just as he had thought the speeder dodged to the right avoiding the grenade, giving JR a view of the driver for a few seconds.  It was all the time he needed as he pulled the trigger sending a bolt into the drivers head, which sent him crashing down onto the steering wheel, turning the speeder to the right and sending it crashing into a building.

"Well," JR said, "Stupid rebels never learn.  You just can't beat the RAIDERS.  Step on it Rizz, let's get the hell out of here."

 
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Senior Seargent JR
- Raider Squad -

TRP/SSGT 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."

Raziel sat across from the two guardsmen, watching as they dissasembled blaster rifles with telekenisis. Even the best needed practise, Raziel figured. He envied their status and he envied their abilities which he lacked. The feeling was something new to him, he had always learned to adabt to his own specialities and abilities. When he contemplated it, he realised it was a part of his Krath conditioning. To be distrustful of others with power, to constantly strive for more power

He had been following Fury around the camp through the Force, gently touching his mind so he knew where he was. It wasn't enough to alarm Fury, but Raziel would sense any sudden change in Fury's emotion. The two guardsmen let him "keep watch" over Fury, whilst they did some practise.

Suddenly he felt a distrubance in the Force, a large one. The guardsmen's rifles dropped to the floor as they all concentrate on it.
"Master," one of the guadsmen confirmed.

Raziel realised he had lost track of Fury. He quickly reastablished his position, only to find that he was moving off of the shore. Raz relayed the information to the guardsmen.
"What do we do?" he asked
"We Follow." they said together. Raz got the feeling they knew something he didn't.

He followed them down to the shore, where a boat was already waiting.
 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
PL:A/SGMRaziel/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/{EW1} (WoS1) (VP) {IG} {CDS} {BoA} {PoC}
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.
CM/DJK Raziel/lion 1-5/Krath/VEDJ/VE

Kami was conscious, though she didn't quite know how. Her whole body throbbed, her face a stinging mesh of agony.
A burning anger streamed in a constant flow through her body, pumping through her veins and clutching at the tips of her fingers. Anger at herself, for allowing herself to be captured, anger at her captors, for treating her like they had, and anger at her father... as memories of all the times he had abused his power through beatings plagued the back of Kami's mind.

This is how they will treat you Kami...Axis had mumurmed, madness tinting his eyes, You will be ready...i will make it so...

Zafo's grip tightened about her shoulders as another jolt ran through her, grabbing her viciously in the upper chest and throwing her forwards, blood spraying from her throat. Doubled over, Kami refused to acknowldege the defeated look she knew resided in Zafo's eyes, or the gradual tightening of her lungs as they collapsed slowly in on themselves.
I will not die here...she told herself, forcing her back to straighten, Not now...not by Rebel hands...

"Kami, please!"  Zafo's voice wavered slightly, "Stay still! Help's coming"

Kami bit back a sarcastic laugh, and stilled instead.
Zafo had risked his life to find her, and continued to by staying with her. His optimisism was all that was keeping her going, keeping her breathing...
Another jolt of pain seared through Kami's chest, Zafo's hand clamping over her mouth to stifle her scream.
Sliding weakly sidewards, Kami allowed Zafo to pull her to him, and further back into the shadows of the storage room.
The voices outside the small door grew louder, a series of shouts and questions, then fainter as the sound of running footsteps faded down the hallway.

Kami glanced up at Zafo, taking in the anxiety in his eyes.
"Go..." she mumurmed, forcing a crooked smile onto her face, "I'll still be here when you get back."
Zafo hesistated, then reached down and brushed the hair from Kami's eyes, "You better be."
Sliding to the front of the storage room, he opened the door a crack, looked around, then disapearred from view.

Without Zafo's warmth, Kami felt her chills return. Clutching at the knife Zafo had returned to her, she allowed her head to fall back until it struck the steel floor.
Breathing shallowly, she wrapped her good arm around her battered body, and watched as the shadow of darkness hovering about her head edged another inch closer.
"No..." she whispered, her voice hoarse, "Stay away."
The darkness quivered, then edged another inch closer, causing tears to spring to Kami's eyes.

"No...please..."

The cloud shook with what seemed to be silent laughter, then swooped rapidly downwards, blocking the world from Kami's view...
 
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*DarkDragoons*
-=silly caucasian girl likes to play with samurai swords=-
-=pretty...what do we blow up first?=-
TRP/CPL kaMi/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [CoR] [IG]

Kuroishi was nearing completion on his project.

His location was near perfect and he only had minor troubles with homeless denizens.

Soon Wraith would have to launch thier attack on the next security station.

Three clicks on his comm to signal that he wanted to talk.

"Okay people I trust you've all been doing your jobs and getting ready while I've been away not barking orders at you.  The distraction is ready.  Signal me when you are ready to commence the next phase."  Kuroishi commed.

It had taken too long as it was.  Too much longer and the security station they already had taken out would be rebuilt and they would have to take it out again.

Maybe the veterens were indeed ready for retirement.  Except for possibly Argon the other former Fallen Angles were nearing thier mid fifties and manditory retirement age in most militaries.

Kuroishi doubted he would ever retire but Daishi might.  Daishi did have a family now.

Such thoughts would have to be saved for later.  There would be work to do and soon.
 
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Kuroishi Wraith VEA
Daishi Raptor VEN
Assistant Writer Why Project Copyright Infringment
Ich bin hessliche amerikaner.
Agent of Wierdness
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
Avatar by scientist computer graphics subdivision of Clan Wombat.

[OOC] Pardon the randomness and roughness of this.  I had a better post but lost it. [/OOC]

After three days of walking essentially in the dark, Fury felt the need for some fresh air and light.  Upon being deposited in an old underwater fishing yard/depot, Fury, Raziel and various Vast Empire and Bestinian troops had walked up the maintenance pipe that led to the surface. 

Their trip was cut by two days by using a utility tram that remained functional.  It would have taken them the rest of the way had the track not been damaged further up the line.

And now it was time for fish jerky.  Once the rations the Vast Empire troops had brought with them had run out, they were left with only what their allies had been forced to eat for the ten years of this campaign. With livestock either killed in the constant warring and wild animals consumed by overhunting, there was little meat left but what fishermen could pull from the waters of Bestine IV.  The compressed veggie cakes and tallgrain mush he could handle.  The constant fish cakes however were getting to be too much.  Not that he wouldn't eat them, he just couldn't be made to like the damnable things.

Fury grimaced, swallowed harm and took a long pull from his canteen.  At least the local water was good, unlike some planets he had campaigned on.

Raziel had returned with his two scouts.  The team was only a couple of klicks from the exit of the tunnel system and as the various fisheries all led to this facility, the small tunnel had become a large cavern of transport rail paths. 

Raziel approached, took off his helmet and poured himself a mug of tea from the communal pot. "Seems secure boss.  However, we're definitely under surveillance.  Someone knows we're here."  Fury looked over to his lead Bestinian contact, who just shrugged.  "We're not sure how that might be, but if they were New Republic, we might be heading into an ambush."

Fury nodded.  "That said, I didn't walk this whole way to start getting skittish.  Take ten and we'll move out in three man teams."  For the past few days each trio had worked together to scout ahead and get used to one another.  It was a necessity of warfare that was about to pay off.

Upon emerging from the tunnelhead, three teams split off from the warehouse in which they found themselves and began occupying adjacent buildings.  Two other teams moved out to set up an E-Web emplacement and a sniper's nest, respectively. 

Fury and his two soldiers waited for the other teams to settle and moved forward carefully.  It was tempting to enjoy the sun at their back and breathe in fresh oxygen, but that just wouldn't do given the situation.  Slowly, avoiding the rubble and debris from the long abandoned facility, the trio moved up toward a central plaza.  There, true to his sensor array, was what looked like an antiquated dunespeeder and three human males. 

His helmet's vision enhancements couldn't answer the question that had been bugging him the moment he saw the trio.  Three men, alert yet relaxed as only a military soldier can do.  Similar height and build.  Older, but still capable of quick action by the looks of them.

He took off his helmet and raised up his macrobinoculars and took a closer look.  He quickly put them down, muttered a curse and looked to the Bestini liason officer.  "Sithspit! You didn't say anything about there being clones here!"

The man flinched but came back with the only truthful response he had.  "We assumed you would go into this meeting with unreasonable expectations had we told you.  That, and you never know how people are going to respond to clones, especially Imperials."

This irked Fury and made the other trooper with him go to his gun. "How dare you...." Then he remembered the backlash against clones from those who had challenged the rise of the Empire.  Along with all the High Human Culture crap Palpatine sold was an anti-clone as well as an anti-non-human bent.  The proud soldiers of the Republic were of as suspect loyalty as the Senators who once ruled the galaxy.

He nodded.  "The Vast Empire isn't like that.  Trust me. This might be a little bit weird, but I think we're going to manage that part at least." He slung his rifle and cradled his helmet in his left arm.  "Seems they probably have us surrounded.  Let's go meet the locals."  And with that he walked towards the trio.

When he got into close enough to discern their similar features, he stopped and raised a salute, "Greetings citizens.  I am General Fury of the Vast Empire, currently fighting alongside the Imperial faction here on Bestine.  I request a meeting with your community, if I may."

"Citizens," coughed the clone to the left with no small amount of amusement.  "Good start soldier.  That bought you a lot more good favor than you realize."  He was quickly stared down to silence by the center man, who had until now been paying attention to a cigarra he had rolled.

"Pardon my eager lieutenant, General.  I am known to my people as Haden.  Long story, as it is with any clone who took a personal name.  Originally decanted as CT-5063 along with what is left of this battalion here on Bestine.  We fought the tail bitter end of the Clone Wars, pacified dozens of planets, dealt with every nasty uprising you can imagine."

He paused, lit up his smoke, and commenced rolling cigarras for those who wanted one (Fury, who had been without tabacc for weeks, was very grateful to accept).  Continuing his story, "I was made an officer and sent for flash training and returned to the unit.  By then we had been fighting for about ten years when we were assigned to this planet to defend a few new settlements from pirates and Confederate holdouts in this sector.

"Somehow, when the Empire was consolidating it's rule, we were forgotten in the mix.  Oh, we tried to re-establish contact, but the confusion was too much given the times.  We eventually received an Imperial garrison, but they wanted nothing to do with clones at that point.

"So we retired.  Some of us served as mercenaries and bodyguard teams.  The rest became fishermen, joined the local militia. Others were small craftsmen or tallgrain farmers living near our few cities.  Everyone left us alone."  He paused and finished another smoke before continuing.

"We had a simple life, one shattered by the New Republic invasion.  We considered fighting alongside the Empire, but just couldn't feel an overwhelming urge to help those who oppressed us as much as the New Republic probably would discriminate against us.  So we sat this one out.

"And life has well and truly sucked for any being on this planet, as well you might imagine.  And now, you bright and shining stormtroopers have come to offer us salvation as the cost of our lives and security, such as it is." He held up a hand. "No, I'm not done having my say.  You'll get your chance.

"Come with us to Tarmuth, our capital.  I daresay it has the tallest building left on this planet at five stories.  Bring your men, have a sit with us and discuss your plan.  I promise nothing but that we'll listen and that you'll get a proper meal.  You see, for now I'm just the mayor and until we make a decision one way or another, the people will get their chance to decide."

Fury could only nod at that.  Raising his hand, he waved the rest of the team into the plaza.  Once they appeared, five squads of armored clone troopers emerged from all around the plaza and assembled in front of the dunespeeder.  Four open-air cargolifts broke from cover and came to collect the troopers and the Imperials.

Raziel climbed up into the repulsorlift and looked at Fury. "Well, we're not prisoners."

"No."

"But we're not allies."

"Correct."

"They're going to let us give a speech?"

"Uh huh."

"A meal come with that?"

"Yup."

"So far so good then."  Raziel leaned back and proceeded to take a nap.  Fury leaned against the side of the transport and watched the mostly undamaged land fly past and he tried to figure out just what the hell he was going to say to get these people on their side.
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PRF/HG Fury/VEA/TADATH/VE [SCP][PoC][SotE:HC][SotE:VEA][IOC]
Prefect - Stormtrooper Corps
Administrator - Imperial Center

(OOC: Some of this refers to the, as yet, unwritten Raziel's story)
Raziel catnapped with, as always, one eye open. He could sense no ill-intent from the clone around, only mistrust. He knew the other troopers were still battle ready, but he took al duties regarding Fury's safety rather seriously.

He wore only the chest piece from his old storm commando armour, the helmet sat on his lap. He wore a long sleeved urban camouflaged shirt underneath his armour vest. In his sleeves, safely holsters sat his two lightsabers. Bringing them had been a risk, if he got searched there would probably be trouble. Then again he had no where to leave them, he didn't even trust any of the Dark Order to look after them for him. A bandolier was slung on top of his armour, a full array of throwing knives hung from it. At his waist sat his repeating pistols and combat knives and located around his body were various hold out blasters, his personal favourite being the quickfire-4 and MB-450.

Beneath his placid exterior however Raziel was in emotional turmoil. The information revealed to him on his recent trip to Nar Shaddaa suggested that he was not entirely natural born. If that really was the case, and not just a sick joke on someone's part then  he had much in common with these things. They were engineered soldiers, designed only for one purpose. As he looked across the craft at one of them in disdain, was he looking in the mirror? If Tuckers last words had been true, could their be an army of Raziel's out there waiting to be unleashed? Had he, himself, been just a prototype, before some underworld group unleashed a horde of super assassins?

Those were not questions for now, they were for the future, Raziel reminded himself. Now he had to stay focussed.

Suddenly it dawned on him that he had asked Talon to accompany him with the Order. He hadn't planned on this being an extended trip to another part of the planet, just a short meeting.

He had a communicator on his person, tuned to the signals for the Royal Guardsman helmets, but he couldn't just use that in the presence of their potential allies. No, he would have to try and contact his master another way.

If Japheth had been with them it would have been a simple matter to contact his mentor across such a distance. Instead he would have to try and attract Master Talons attention. He squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated.

Master Talon?


 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
PL:A/SGMRaziel/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/{EW1} (WoS1) (VP) {IG} {CDS} {BoA} {PoC}
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.
CM/DJK Raziel/lion 1-5/Krath/VEDJ/VE

Afyon ran for the boat while the rest of the squad provided cover.  Once he got to the shore, he climbed on and slowly rotated Kami so as to lie her down on her back.  He then ran to start the engine and then manned one of the boat's guns while the rest of the squad fought their way back to the boat.  Once the last person had hopped on, Afyon gunned the engine and the boat raced out towards the open waters.  He turned control of the boat over to Rema and made his way back to check on Kami.  Her breathing was irregular, her skin clammy, and she was very pale.  Afyon got back up and rallied the squad together.

"Once we get to the base, grab all of the gear and load it up onto the rebel ship we captured.  We head back to the main base as soon as we can.  Kami need medical attention immediately so we haveto move fast.  If you cant take all the captured rebel guns and ammo dont worry, just get the fuel, communications gear, explosives, base equipment, and our imperial stuff.  If we have time we'll take the rebel equipment as well."  Afyon instructed.  "Until we get there, keep on your toes, everyone take a side of the boat and watch out for enemy ships."  He ordered.

Twenty minutes later, the boat roared into the cave where the base was.  Once they docked, everyone hopped off and began to gather the gear from the rooms inside the cave and from above.  Zafo and Sam began to roll the large fuel drums onto the rebel ship and locked them into the slots built onboard for extra fuel.  Tk climbed up the ladder to grab the communications gear, weaponry, camouflage netting, and other base gear on top while the rest started lugging gear onboard the rebel ship.  They weren't too fussy about where to put it, that could be dealt with on the crossing.  Afyon climbed onboard the rebel ship and brought Kami down below.  He laid her in the Captain's quarters and quickly ran to grab the small medical kit they had.  He also grabbed what linens he could find onboard the ship, mainly some sheets which he cut to make them to the size he wanted.  He brought that down to the Captain's quarters, then made his way back up to help load the equipment back on board.
 
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*DarkDragoons*
+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
SL/SFC_Afyon/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoR][IH][CoH(2)][SoA]
"No I expect to leave you on some beach with no name at all while I say away on my ship...and then I'll shout the name back to you...saavy?"

With Raziel gone and his group of Imperials relegated to non-commissioned officer barracks, Fury was left with little else but going over datapads of the clone's history on Bestine IV and his gear.  He was busy patching up his bodyglove - another victim of the resupply problem - when the chime announcing a visitor sang out.

"Enter," he called out and pressed the button on the console at the desk he had been sitting next to.  Haden walked in, looked at his attempts to sew his bodyglove tears and weak spots and merely chuckled.  "Oh just stop that.  You might as well be patching a tire on a mining buggy.  Our old bodygloves were fabric.  Yeah they got dirty when you had to get posted on dirtballs like Geonosis or Raxus Prime, but they definitely held up better than the rubberized crap you have there. Seriously, put it down."

Fury complied, at least for the time being, and got up.  "C'mon," motioned Haden, "I have a surprise for you."  Placing his floppy hate on him again, he stepped out into a windy but otherwise pleasant day.  You could almost pretend this planet hadn't been at war for a decade here.

They walked to a communications center that had become wrapped up in camouflage netting and sandbags in the few days since the Imperials had arrived.  Fury studiously avoided commenting on this.  Haden took him to an elaborate holographic sandtable.  The various islands were shown with various shades of red or green covering most of them.  A few were a dull gray - obviously not of importance to either side - and one glowing blue one.  A technician came forward.

"As you can see from this time lapse," he began a slow cycling feed, "this is the progress made by the New Republic over the past three years." Red encroached - slowly - over the map, ending at the five islands Fury and the Vast Empire had taken.  Only three large islands and various underwater complexes had been marked solid green with various others in flux between the two forces.  "And now since your forces' arrival."  The red was quickly obliterated from it's advance, pushed back past the three year gains and in one spot of the enemy's capital, a bright green glow that Fury knew to be the Raiders.

"In the span of over a month you have not just reversed a trend, you have knocked the enemy back on it's heels with little more than a brigade of regulars and a few stormtrooper squads.  While very, very commendable, it does little to affect the conflict with no resupply in sight."  The technician pointed to the map again, now static, and highlighted three areas.  "In section one, the enemy has the high ground with your regulars pinned down in a city.  Section two shows a plain in which the first side to get a breakthrough will win the field.  Section three shows an increasingly dire situation for your force in the capital.  Your gains will likely be reversed in a few months time.  What, General, are you planning to do about this?"

Fury looked up from the table and at the technician and Haden.  It was time to put the cards on the table.  "We recently had a force land on the planet.  To you it looked like a crash landing.  Instead. it was a limited supply run to test the mined corridor.  It was also a drop of Dark Jedi.  You think our stormtroopers can cut through defenses?  Wait until entire platoons fall to their lightsabers at a stroke." The two looked a tad skeptical. 

"I had two Dark Jedi with me on my last raid.  We did the work of an entire company with just those two in the lead.  They massacred an entire brigade before a shot even got off. Yeah, they aren't the Jedi you once fought with.  Then again, they don't have the same restrictions those Force users did either.  I think it balances things out.

"Beyond that, we will eventually clear the skies. At least enough to bring our navy in if nothing else.  This planet is in our path and we will capture it.  How intact it will be at that point is up for grabs.  I'd love to tell you how much we'll respect the lives on those on the ground in that effect, but you know how far that argument actually goes." With that he threw up his hands and went back to studying the sand table for any strategic tricks he had not yet come up with.

Haden looked at his technician, who gave him an "I told you so" look.  The old trooper merely sighed.  "We still have to vote on this, but I imagine you are going to get your wish, as much as I want to not join this fight."  He passed over a datacard. "We've got some conditions in there we'd like your side to agree to.  You'll first want to look over the tactical analysis though. We've got old gear, go figure, but enough of it.  Take a gander and make some plans.  When this is official we'll go over it together.

"For now, let's go grab some dinner and talk of better things than war." Fury took the datacard for later analysis and research and went to go eat with a man he was learning to call friend.

[OOC]  Just wanted to get this in for you guys to look at.  With the influx of the clone soldiers I wanted you to take a first look at their gear.  A lot of it is similar to what you saw in Attack of the Clones with very few additions.  DC-15 rifles, LAAT/i transport/bombers, a few AT-TEs at best.  The rest I provide with stats courtesy of my pals at RPG Gamer.

Specialized Unit
Sky Trooper

Vehicles
AT-XT
Sea Speeder
Dunespeeder
TX-130S Fighter Tank

Air vessels
ARC-170 fighters
NB-1 Bombers - probably not too many of these
Troopships

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PRF/HG Fury/VEA/TADATH/VE [SCP][PoC][SotE:HC][SotE:VEA][IOC]
Prefect - Stormtrooper Corps
Administrator - Imperial Center

Rizzit had been true to his word and now Snipes found himself shuffling along in a line of drunks, wearing a gray granny dress and a dirty white bonnet, he kept shuffling on, soup bowl in hands. 'I cant believe this shit"Snipes inner monologue was far from happy ' we're robbing a soup kitchen for the Emperor's sake' Snipes managed to quiet the annoying voice and return to acting like a fidgeting old lady, something very hard for a man of 6 foot three. Snipes turned his head to make sure all the RAIDERS where in, the n00b stood out real well, he was wearing tattered brown pants, with multiple holes in the butt, while his shirt could barely be called such a thing, Snipes whipped his head around to the guy serving the soup, he was an tall skinny man with a stern face, Snipes fidgeted his way over to the man.

  "NAME!?" He yelled sternly, Snipes remained quiet "WHATS YOUR NAME" Snipes just fidgeted and pushed his bowl towards the man. "FINE! NO SOUP FOR YOU!"  Snipes repeated the motion "DAMN IT! I SAID NO SOUP FOR YOU!"

  Snipes Snapped. He dropped the bowl and reached inside the dress quickly pulling out his favored shot gun and hopping onto the counter, giving everyone in the room a glimpse of legs that hadn't seen sun in years. Snipes spun the gun around the room as he watched the other RAIDERS do the same thing.

  "ALRIGHT BASTARD!" Snipes yelled in the soup man's face "GIVE ME ALL THE SOUP YOU GOT!"

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The Comnet Hermit
-Raider Squad-
TRP/SSG Sniping101/CrazySQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA]

"As long as their is Space, Im going to stare off into it"-Garfield

Kami...

The voice swirled slowly out of the darkness, its edges tainted with a throbbing power.
Kami stretched her wraithlike fingers out curiously, brushing at the edges of the mysterious presence.

Who are you...?

The presence faded, blurring into the shadows, then flared back to life, a glowing sheen of white life.

Kami...

Fighting the burning sense of desire blazng up within her, Kami sought out the voice, following its trail of malevolence in a twisting pathway throughout her mind.

Laughter echoed within the confines of her head.

I...see...you...


"Kami!"

A breath tore into Kami's ravaged lungs, her dormant pain screaming up to greet her as she grasped at consciousness. Groaning, she attempted to rise, only to find restraints binding her securely in place.
She lashed out, recoiling against the straps.

"Kami! Chill!"

She stilled at the sound of Zafo's voice, blinking against the suddenly harsh light that assaulted her vision.
"Zaf?"
A relieved face came into focus, hovering just a few centimeters away.

"Hey you." Kami whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, "How goes the war?"
Zafo grinned, running a hand through his shaggy hair "Not half as much fun without you around."
His voice lost some of its light-hearted edge, "You had me worried there for a sec Kam, we had to tie you down to stop you shaking."
"Lucky she's got such a great doctor."
Afyon walked up to the side of Kami's sleeping pallet, weariness visible in his eyes, "Welcome back to the land of the living."

Kami's smile widened, tugging painfully at her battered face, You're the miracle healer?"
Afyon shook his head, his eyes twinkling, "God knows how I got you stable. But yeah, I'm your man."

Kami forced herself to relax, wincing as she took in her surroundings, "Where are we?"
Zafo looked up from where he was undoing her restraints, "Our friend the Captain's cabin."
"We're headed to the main base," Afyon broke in, "We can get you proper medical treatment there, and have you back on your feet in no time."

Kami nodded, and allowed her head to fall back to the mattress.
"Wake me when we get there?"
Afyon chuckled "Count on it."

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

    After Snipes yelled the order to give all of the soup to him the whole squad took out there weapons and pointed them around the room. FlyingKnight checked the room with his weapon then walked out to the speeder to pull up to the rear of the soup kitchen to load up the food supplies.
    Flooring the speeder into reverse Knight slowed and stopped as the speeder neared the loading platform. Popping the trunk open he walked out to the back of the loading area and opened the door to the soup kitchen. Seeing a repulsor loader the sergeant got in and started it up hearing the hum of the repulsors. Hitting the throttle the repulsor moved over toward the serving room with the rest of the squad waiting with food supplies to load up. Jumping out Knight grabbed a box of new republic supplied MREs and threw them onto the loader.
    Seeing that the loader is full he jumped back in and maneuvered it back over to the speeder and dump all the supplies into the trunk. Seeing no use for the loader anymore Knight tapped into the vehicle with his computer and made it so that it would run rampant in the streets.
That will keep some of the police off us for a little bit.
    Rizzit and JR jumped into Knights speeder speeder and he closed the door. Snipes Lukas and Squall jumped in the other speeder and took off for the armory. Hitting the throttle Knight, Rizzit and JR were going to meet up with the rest of the squad at the armory after dropping off the food.
    The speeder sped away towards the Raider's base of operations.

** A few minutes later **

    Speeding up to the run down building the speeder slowed and stopped next to a back door of the building as the three Raiders jumped out.
    "Okay you two get the supplies loaded in while I head up to the comm. room and have a chat with Snipes to see how they are doing and what their situation is." Rizzit said pulling off his hobo uniform revealing a shadow suit underneath. JR and FlyingKnight picked up a box each and followed Rizzit inside to put away the valuable food.
    After loading up all the supplies Knight closed the trunk of the speeder and hopped in starting it up. JR and Rizzit came out of the Raiders base and looked around checking for snooping eyes then hopped in. JR and Knight had also removed their disguises and were ready for battle.

** Another few minutes later in front of the city's police and army armory **

    Seeing a few bodies lying around Rizzit and JR hopped out of the speeder after Knight pulled it into a side alley next tot the police station's armory. Pulling out his E-11/H Knight ran to the edge of the alley and peered around the corner. Knight looked back towards Rizzit as he signaled for them to move into the building. With each trooper covering each other the trio moved into the building and secured the first room. The room was covered in blood as some dolt had jumped on a grenade and got blow apart by the following explosion.
    "Wow I have seen that before." Knight said referring to his first mission where he got sick after seeing a similar site.
    "Okay we know they were here, lets get moving." Rizzit said checking the door near the rear of the lobby. The door grinded open as Rizzit pushed a button near the side of the doorframe. Checking the inside of the room the trio cleared it and moved onto the next one only finding dead body after dead body.
    "I guess these guys have been to work." JR said smiling.
    "Yeah," Knight said chuckling a little bit.
    "Quiet," Rizzit whispered as he held up a fist quieting the other two down. There was the sound of blaster fire as an explosion rocked the facility. "Guess they need our help." Rizzit said smiling and moving towards a door where the sounds were coming from.
    Rizzit, signaling for Knight to come and use his fiber optic camera, cracked the door open as the small camera poked through. The scene beyond was Snipes strapping duck tape on Squall as Lukas provided cover fire at about 8 or 9 police officers with heavy armor and blasters.
 
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Senior Sergeant
Virius A.K.A. FlyingKnight
Combat Slicer
TRP-Raider Squad-
TRP/SSG Virius/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [ES1] [WM]
TRN/UNI Virius/Training 1-3/VEDJ/VE
"To start press the any key, *Pause* where is the any key?"--Anonymous

TK let out a loud groan, spinning the map about in front of him in a futile attempt to find a path that didn't cross Rebel waters.
"Some are better than others Sarge" He announced as Afyon appeared at the top of the stairs, "But all our hard work hasn't left the waters totally Rebel free."
Rema let out a snort from where he stood at the driver's helm,
"No, but it's left them a hell of a lot less infested than they used to be."

Afyon strode over to TK's shoulder, looking over the routes the Dragoon had marked out with a critical gaze.
"There."

He pointed to a path crossing a series of islands bearing two small outposts and a sentry camp, "That's our best bet. Least resistance. Quickest way to base camp."
TK groaned again, "Fine... but when our tail's getting pounded by a bunch of angry Rebels with rocket launchers, don't blame me."
"As if you're not used to it by now!" Zafo shouted from the side of the ship, his trademark grin on his face.
Sam laughed from the back of the ship, "He's got a point."

Afyon's shoulders rose up in a shrug, "Look at it this way TK. The longer we fool around out here... the greater the chances that Kami doesn't make it out of this one."

The Dragoons quieted immediately, drifting into a somber silence.

After a few seconds, TK cleared his throat and threw his map at his feet, "Well...what are we waiting for then?"
Afyon nodded, gave the Senior Sergeant a small smile, then walked over to slap Rema on the shoulder, "Full speed Remmy?"
Rema nodded, his eyes drifting to the stairs leading below deck.
"Yessir."

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

TK watched the last of the small patrol boat sink underwater, tearing his eyes away as three corpses floated slowly to the surface.
"All clear" He shouted, "Lets keep it moving."
Zafo waved the all clear from the other side of the boat where he was watching the smoking flames of other patrol craft, "Fine on this side as well. I don't think these guys will be resurrecting anytime soon..."
Rema sped the boat up, glancing around as Afyon came back from below deck. "How's she doing Sarge?"
Afyon sighed, "She's still fighting, if that's what you mean."
He glanced around, "Gone already?"
Rema grinned, "They were just patrol boats sir."

The Dragoons crossed the second of two islands without incident, before roaring on to cross about the borders of the last island bearing the sentry post.

TK quenched the feeling of trepidation rising in his throat.
"Its too quiet..." He murmured, his eyes scanning the dense foliage of the island for the slightest sign of life. "When we first scouted out this area, there were patrol boats, sentry guards..."
Afyon raised a hand suddenly to silence him, "Quiet."
TK swallowed his next words, and turned his full attention back to the forests.

The boat swayed gently as Rema maneuvered it about the shallow reefs surrounding the island, the soft whir of its engine echoing off the cliffy outcrops jutting out of the water to either side.
TK's hands clenched into fists, his right arm lowering until it hovered next to his rifle.
Sneaky bastards...

The boat straightened out, its engine roaring up another notch, then began to pull out the other side of the island, rounding about the corner which would lead the Dragoons into open sea...

TK's rifle was already as his shoulder when three Rebel assault boats came screaming out of a series of caves to the left of the Dragoon's position.

"Get to the guns!!!" Afyon screamed, throwing himself to the floor as blaster fire scorched along the deck. "Rema!!!"
TK rolled, came back to his feet, then promptly fell over again as Rema yanked on the helm, sending the boat into a spin.
Skidding across the floor of the boat, TK hit the railing just as Rema span the boat again, narrowly avoiding the missile which streaked across its bow.
Sliding back in the other direction at a million miles an hour, TK managed to latch onto a jutted up part of the deck before he hit the opposite railing, nearly pulling his arm out of his socket as he did so.

"Goddamit!" Zafo shouted as he flew past TK, smashing against the railing in an jumbled heap.

A loud 'woop' sounded from the back of the ship.
Glancing behind him, TK saw Sam, who had somehow made it to the rear gun, start to slow the incoming fire as he let rip back in the Rebel's direction.

Coming to his knees, TK brought his rifle up, then flew backwards as the boat leapt underneath him, soaring a few feet into the air.
He rolled, then felt himself go skyward as the boat smashed back down into the water.
He hit hard, landing atop a disgruntled Zafo.
"Goddamit!" The Corporal yelled, his voice muffled

"Reef!" Rema yelled, a few minutes too late, grinning in the duo's direction despite the circumstances.
Swearing under his breath, TK finally managed to get his feet under him, before he turned to sprint in the direction of the forward gun...


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

Zafo was thrown across the deck, yet again as the boat jerked left to avoid more incoming fire. He groaned and let out another line of cussing as he stumbled to his feet. Zafo saw Rema winding up for another sharp turn, so he threw himself around the nearest crate. Zafo's efforts to remain upright were unsuccessful. Both he and the crate were thrown to the ground. The crate broke open on the ground, scattering its contents all over the deck. Zafo's eyes lit up when he saw the missile launcher and a bunch of rockets pour out in front of him.

Crouching down to the ground, so he wouldn't have to fall again, Zafo crawled over to the deadly weapon. Zafo gathered all rockets within his reach. He loaded all the ones he could into the launcher and piled the remaining ones at his foot.

"Firing Rockets!" Zafo shouted so the whole crew could hear. Zafo threw himself to his feet and ran to the rear of the boat and stood beside Sam.

"You know what to do" Zafo said, trying to sound like some kind of superhero.

Sam simply laughed as he continued to fire waves of energy at the oncoming rebels. Zafo had gotten pretty accustomed to these missile launchers, so It was seconds after he brought the launcher to his shoulder that missiles were flying towards the rebel ships. After three direct consecutive missile hits to a ship, the entire ship split into two parts the sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Afyon sprung up on the other side of Sam and began picking off the rebels who had gotten on to pieces of debris and were desperately trying to stop the Dragoons. Right before Zafo was about to unleash a rocket at the second ship, he noticed a rebel crouched on one knee taking aim. Seconds later, a flash erupted from the cylindrical shape he was holding over his shoulder.

"Incoming Missile!! Make a strong right turn!!" Zafo hollered, praying Rema would hear him. A split second later, the boat jerked right throwing Zafo off balance. In a desperate attempt to stop himself from flying over the railing, Zafo lost grip of the missile launcher. He watched in dismay as the launcher faded from view in the depths of the ocean... 
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~ZaFo
*DarkDragoons*
TRP/LCP ZaFo/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE
~Keep on Rocking in the Free World

The boat leapt again, jolting Kami and sending another burst of fiery agony streaking into her chest.
Biting her lip to keep from crying out, Kami curled into a tighter ball, and tried to steady her shaking hands by tightening her grip around the bunker head.
Her vision swam threateningly as the boat leapt again, suddenly skewing side wards.
Swearing softly through her pain, Kami stretched out her left hand, reaching for her rifle.

Another hand intercepted hers half way.

Afyon crouched down next to her bed, "You can barely breathe Kam, let alone take on the Rebels."
Another wave of pain coursed through her, causing her to gasp aloud. Forcing her lips into a smile, Kami tried the ease her pain from her face.
"Go...fight..." She managed to whisper through clenched teeth, "I'm...fine..."
Afyon shook his head as the ship swayed violently beneath his feet, "I'm staying right here... to make sure you don't do anything crazy."
Kami laughed, tasting blood.
"What makes... you think I will?"
Afyon shrugged his shoulders in response
"Cause you're you."

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TK passed another rocket to Zafo, who sat perched precariously on the edge of the railing.
"Don't fall!" He yelled over the roar of blaster fire, "I'm not diving in after you!"
Zafo laughed, loaded his rocket launcher, aimed and fired. The projectile shot free... streaking straight into the view port of the last boat.

The Rebel captain had time to open his mouth in a wordless scream, before the missile hit home, shattering the center on the boat and sending it flying skywards in a plume of flame.

Sam wooped loudly, clapping Zafo on the back, "Nice shootin"
Zafo grinned, patting his smoking launcher.

"You guys finished yet?"
Rema slowed the boat down a notch, glancing over his shoulder.
The trio nodded, then simultaneously began to drill their second in command.
"You call that driving..."
"You almost threw me overboard..."
"Damm, TK nearly broke my arm..."

"Heeeeeeyyyy" Rema held up both hands, "We're still floating aren't we?"

All three Dragoons grimaced at Rema.
TK slung his rifle back over his shoulder, then walked over to stand at the Sergeant's shoulder.
"We nearly there boss?"
Rema nodded, pointing at the horizon
"Five, ten more minutes and we'll be there."

Looking back, TK took in the columns of smoke drifting slowly into the air, "That's one hell of signal..."

It was Rema's turn to grimace, "I know."


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