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Rema
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
April 29, 2004 7:43:27 PM    View the profile of Rema 
"Spast I hate these things" Rema complained as he fidgeted in his stolen uniform. The officer Rema got the uniform from was shorter than he was, and less muscular making the uniform tight against his skin. It would work, but barely.

Trading in his ST-2 Carbine for a DH-17 blaster pistol, Rema stuffed his stormtrooper armor behind a stack of crates in the corner of the room. Pulling his datapad from the utility belt, he bumped up against his fully loaded DL-54 auto pistol. Although he really shouldnt use it, the extra firepower could come in handy if things got rough. Pulling it from its hiding spot, he secured it into his stolen holster.

Smoothing his uniform and adjusting the cuffs, he picked up the DH-17 blaster and propped it on his shoulder. Looking to the rest of the squad he waited.

"OK guys, everyone ready?" the silence answered Afyons question. Slipping from the storeroom, Afyons FT moved off to their target. After waiting for five minutes, Rema checked the air duct to make sure their "friends" were still out and proceeded to exit the storeroom. As they entered the main corridor, Kami and Kain strode into an escort formation behind Rema. As the group headed down the large hall towards the lift system, they came across a group of soldiers creating a barricade around the entrance to the turbolift. Suddenly noticing the approaching Dragoons, the troopers picked up their rifles placing them into ready positions. A human male approached the group, followed by a rust colored Bothan. Rema wasnt sure if the color was natural or dyed on.

"Halt, what is your business here?" called the Bothan. Rema caught the insignia on the Bothan and found him to be a superior. Snapping to attention Rema and the rest of his fireteam gave a salute. It was good, but not good enough to label them as Imperials. Rema was glad the two greenies caught on. Not that you arent a greenie yourself

"Sir, we have orders from the command center to proceed to the Fire Control rooms to provide extra protection. The Commander suspected that they might be heading their Sir." Rema said hoping his Rebel command structure was up to date.

An unsettling silence followed as the Bothan looked over the Imperial fireteam. He looked toward the human soldier next to him and then relaxed his shoulders. They had fallen for it.

"Very well, proceed. The other group went down to Fire Control station three on level 4. Go to Station 1 on level 2." the Bothan said turning back to the barricade. Without a word, the remaining soldiers got back to work. Rema, Kain, and Kami continued on toward the turbolift doors and entered. Pressing a button for level 4, the doors slide shut.

Rema released the breath he didnt know he had been holding. He adjusted the blaster in his grip and smoothed his uniform once again. He stood there teetering back and forth on his heels waiting for the lift to reach its destination. He took a gamble heading to the same floor Afyon was at. Especially on the same path he took, but he was willing to risk it. The station continued to shake as the battled raged on outside. They needed to hurry and get these stations down.

As the turbolift came to a halt, the doors slowly slid open revealing an empty hall. Exiting, Rema looked in both directions down the hall to get his bearings. If what he remembered from Golan schematics was correct, the Fire Control station should be to the...left. Jogging down the hallway, the second fireteam turned right down a smaller passage and stopped before a large blast door. Pressing the door controls, a camera swiveled in his direction. After a minute of no action, the doors sluggishly rose into the ceiling. Standing before him was a familiar face.

Afyon and the first fireteam.

 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
April 30, 2004 4:40:31 AM    View the profile of kaMi 
(OCC. sorry its so long, i got a little carried away OCC)

"Gods!" Kami heard Rema exclaim quietly, "That was quick." Afyon smiled at the Corporal, but something in his expression set Kami on edge. Shifting her weight so she could see around Rema, Kami saw what had Afyon worried. Niko and TK were just inside the doorway, and near them were five, very large, very hairy whipid guards...

Afyon stepped back inside the room, allowing the others to enter. The fire control room was large and plainly decorated, with a huge computer console covering the far wall. Two security cameras monitored the span of the room, continually moving from side to side, while two chairs, of which one was occupied by Niko and the other by a shaggy dark Whipid, made up the majority of the furniture that the round room had to offer.

As Kami and the others walked inside, the largest of the whipids, a white scarred and heavily muscled creature, straightened and sniffed loudly, "Who are you?" He asked, his voice barley distinguishable. Rema glanced up at the 7 ft creature and hesitated, "We're reinforcements."
The Whipid and his companions let out a series of snorts, "Hah, we've already told this officer here that we don't need him. And we definitely don't need you. We have this area more than secure..."
Kami saw Rema regain his composure and straighten under the stare of the Rebel, "Well whether or not you need us, we're here, under orders."
The Whipid guard glared and punched the control on the wall so that the blast doors clanged shut, "Fine, but stay out of our way." With a soft growl of annoyance, the Whipid span clumsily on his heels and stomped towards the other side of the room where he came to a stop, and folded his arms across his chest, still glaring defiantly at the Dragoons. The other Whipids stayed where they were, near the doorway, all looking suspiciously at the new arrivals.

Kami, in an attempt to look relaxed, walked over and glanced out the small viewing port in the room, seeing only flashes of red and green laser, followed by the occasional rumble beneath the floor at her feet. Things were getting more and more heated out there, and once again the dragoons were at a stand still... stuck in a monitored room with a bunch of half-brained apes. Glancing over she saw Rema look helplessly at Afyon, who had positioned himself in the middle of the room with TK by his side. They had to come up with something, and fast.

"You don't smell like New Republic."
Kami turned from the window at the accusing voice of the seated Whipid. The shaggy creature looked at her and rose to his feet, "You smell like weapon polish and battle."
Caught off her guard, Kami forced a smile onto to her face, "Well, we are under attack..."
The Whipid looked at her blankly, then leaned forward to whisper almost furtively into her ear, "You smell like an Imperial."
Her heart skipping a beat, Kami kept her smile on her face,  and willed as much persuasiveness into her voice as possible, "I couldn't be a Imperial," she told him, her voice low, "Imperials don't let females join remember?"
The Whipid looked blankly at her again, then shook his head as if confused "Oh yeah...well...never mind."

"Oh no!" 
Kami spun about at TK's dramatic shout. The Whipid Leader, who had jumped about a foot in the air, stormed a few steps forward "What?!"
"It's under attack!" TK shouted again, waving his hands at a screen on the wall near where he and Afron stood.
The Whipid let out a angry grunt, "What is human! Tell me!" Afyon pointed to the screen, concern etched on his face "This is a camera located near the command center."
Kami, the other Dragoons, and the Whipids, crowded to one side of the control room in an attempt to look at a screen, which was flashing images of half a dozen white clad storm troopers barricaded in a corridor.
"Yeah so?" One the Whipids grunted.
"Look!" TK shouted again, hurting Kami's ears, "We're losing!"
Kami looked closer and saw that there was, as TK exclaimed, a very large pile of dead Rebels.
"We should go help!" One of the Whipids shouted, seemingly inspired by TK to yell at the top of his lungs, "And help them win!" A few of the whipids nodded vigorously and flexed their claws.
The leader paused, then pushed his face closer to the screen, as if checking for and signs of deception.
"Hmmm...okay... we'll go and help." He glared at Rema and Afyon, "you stay here and man the station." Afyon nodded and watched as the Whipids stomped noisily from the room, the door sliding shut behind them.

TK grinned, cracked his knuckles and walked over to the console, his fingers flying over the controls. "Done," he announced, motioning towards the security cameras, which had stopped mid-swivel. Niko, looking immensely relieved, glanced at the screen again, where the regulars continued to stave off the stronger Rebel force. "Those boys will deserve a promotion if they ever get out of this."

 
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Ramon Stonefish
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
April 30, 2004 5:44:51 AM    View the profile of Ramon Stonefish 
Stonefish sat relaxing in the mostly occupied Golan station Thor, drinking a glass of Corellian ale liberated from the station supplies. Reports from the army regulars indicated that the last pockets of resistance were capitulating and the station was almost fully under Vast Empire control now. The other members of Wraith were similarly enjoying their time, while Lukas had been moved to a bacta tank in the station infirmary awaiting further treatment. The republic doctors were more than happy to treat the empire wounded, even without a blaster waved in their direction, either because of their oath, or because they knew that if they refused there would be a blaster waved in their direction.

As Stonefish drained the last of his ale, he heard Kuroishi's commlink chitter.

"Kuroishi here," said the Wraith leader.

He seemed to be listening intently, and after a few seconds, he pulled out his datapad and began tapping buttons.

"Roger that. Kuroishi out," he said into the link, putting it back on the table in front of him, "Okay Wraith, gather round."

Stonefish got up and headed over to his squad leader's table, along with the two other standing members of Wraith squad, who were grumbling slightly at having their card game interrupted again.

"Okay, we have a new orders from General Fury," began Kuroishi, placing his datapad in the centre of the table so everyone could see, "This is the Nebulon-B frigate Old Peculiar, and reports from intelligence indicate that the commander of space operations is present in person aboard this ship. Command wants us to use one of the shuttles from the station, which still carry Republic IFF codes, to board the frigate and capture this officer - an Admiral Boris Markovski. The frigate itself is currently outside the sphere of conflict, orbiting above the polar north of Moorja, so risk once we are aboard will be minimal, however getting out of this fight in a shuttle running Republic colours will be tricky - the Naval High Command have informed their pilots that we are to be left alone, though who knows what can happen in a fight. We will take identities from the command staff here on the Thor which may help us convince the frigate captain to allow us to board, but once there, we will be on our own. Command seems to think that Admiral Markovski will be a critical asset in allowing us to make a safe and secure beach head on the planet below, so capturing him alive and as uninjured as possible is a requirement of the mission. Bringing back a man bleeding to death because his arms have been ripped off is not likely to help. Got it, Argon?"

"That's Wookiees, Kuroishi, Whipids don't rip arms off, we rip off heads, it's far more lethal."

"Thank you for the lesson in Whipid psychology, but I'm sure you got the point. Okay, gather your gear, and feel free to raid the armoury on this level for ammunition and the like, our boys tell me we have it secured. Meet in the hangar bay in twenty minutes for dust off."

Stonefish moved off from the table and headed for the armoury. His supplies had dwindled to dangerous levels in the siege of the control room, and he needed to stock up again, and maybe pick up some sort of stun baton if they needed to take the admiral alive.
 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
April 30, 2004 10:22:52 AM    View the profile of Afyon 
Afyon turned away from the door that the Whipids had left through and showed a small grin as he watched the terminal.  Thanks to the stupidity of the aliens that the rebels seemed to keep within their ranks, disabling this control station was going to be a breeze.  Afyon turned and began to walk slowly around the room, observing everything.  From what he could see, the room had its own system of defense systems.  We will have to be quick so they don't activate those damn guns.  Afyon thought to himself as he made his way back to the squad.  When he got there, he muttered for them to disperse around the room doing the same thing he had been doing.

As the squad was getting into their positions, the door by Afyon opened and a rebel officer entered.  Afyon recognised the insignia of Major, most likely in rebel intelligence.  Afyon was puzzled as to why a high ranking intelligence officer would be on a little station such as this.  The officer approached Afyon and Afyon came to attention and saluted.

"What is going on here?"  Demanded the Major as he looked around the room, seeing the squad scattered about in their positions.

"Captain Heisler reporting sir!"  Afyon replied.  "I have been given orders to command a security force here to defend fire control from the Imperial barbarians who have attacked us."  Afyon continued.  The Major turned and looked around at the technicians who were busy at work sending targeting data to the gunners.  With his face still turned away from Afyon the Major replied.  "I dont recall any orders being issued for this to occur, we need every man to fight the imperials, not to guard every damn fire control station on the platform."  He said as he turned to Afyon only to to find a pistol in his face.  Afyon grinned, "You're right Major"  he said as he pulled the trigger and converted the Major's head into a charred ball.  Afyon turned to his squad and gave the signal before gunning down five of the technicians by the door.

All around him, he could hear the sound of carbine fire as the squad quickly eliminated all of the rebels in the room.

"There, I told ya this was going to be an easy target."  Afyon laughed as he ejected the cartridge in his pistol and reloaded it.  "Alright, gather these bodies and hide them somewhere, find any ammunition on them and then lets get the hell out of here.  We have at least two more control stations to disable before our reinforcements can arrive."  He said.
 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
April 30, 2004 10:54:39 PM    View the profile of Fallen Angel 
"General" Rizzit said into his secure channel back to the Dominion "Whats the story on the regulars?"

"Sorry Rizzit, but they're taking heavy fire from the remaining NR starfighters." Fury's voice hinted a mix of frustration, and anger. "They are inbound and should be docking with you in less than five. What is your status?"

"Raiders is split in half and cut off from each other. I'm currently securing the docking bay, and Sergeant Sniping 101 has taken the turbolasers offline for the aft section of the Golan. The squad of regulars sent with us is gone. Nine dead."

"Sit tight there Lieutenant, the calvary will be there shortly. Tell the Sergeant to sit tight and hold his position. Fury out." The comlink popped as Fury cut the connection.

Closing his end of the link Rizzit muttered a curse. He hated having half his squad cut off. Even worse was knowing the odds they were up against, and worse yet, the fact his orders prevented him from going to find them. Hell, I don't even know where they are!

"You ok boss?" The voice snapped Rizzit out of his inner dialog. It took him a second to recognize who it came from.

"Yah, I'm good Squall." Rizzit replied. PFC Squall. Poor kid. He's been here for 2 months and already he's thrown into the meatgrinder. At least Substance has SOME battle experience.

A noise coming from the hallway outside the docking bay caught Rizzit's attention. "Substance, take a peek outside. I thought I heard something."

"Yah me too. Almost like a knockin," the Lance Corproal responded. Creeping to the hatch, Substance raised it halfway. Squatting, he peered out and around the corner.

What he saw made him quickly reverse himself and shut the hatch. "We've got company. One squad heavy troops. Might be the squad that took the security center." Hitting the lock mechanism on the hatch, he added "We have maybe 2 minutes at best before they blow this in."

Hundreds of ideas flowed through Rizzit's mind, each one trying to prove its worth to his brain. Think Rizzit... think He scanned the docking bay, until his eyes rested on the TY-2400 freighter. Suddely all the jumbled messages disappeared, leaving behind the plan.

"Ok get onboard the YT-2400. Substance, head for the cockpit and activate the shields. Squall get to the dorsal turret. I'll be the bait."

The three remaining troopers reached the old freighter as the first thuds sounded from the hatch. Squall and Substance boarded it on the fly, Rizzit hanging behind, waiting on the boarding ramp.

Substance flew through the corridors of the freighter, whose name plate identified it as the Lucky Chance. Forcing a smile he thought what a fitting place to make our stand. Reaching the outrigger cockpit, Substance plopped down in the pilots seat and scanned the control panel.

*WHAM* *WHAM* *BOOM*

Substance peered through the cockpit windows, watching as the docking bay hatch exploded into a million pieces. WHICH DAMN SWITCH IS IT??? His mind racing, he looked over every switch and every button in the cockpit. Finally he found what seemed to be the shield system, since it lay right next to the shield output display.

Flipping the switch, he heard Rizzit curse as the landing ramp began retracting. Inwardly slappng himself, he flipped the switch back, and depressed the button on the other side of the sensors. He was rewarded with the groan of the deflector shields starting up. A faint hum could be heard as they powered up, protecting this ship and its inhabitants from the advancing heavy squad.

"Rizzit, Substance, I'm in position." Squall's voice came through the comm system. "Ready to deep fry some rebel scum." The sound of the turret whirling around confirmed that Squall was indeed in the gunner's turret.

Wow Rizzit observed, his voice doesn't sound shakey at all, he might just make it through this ok.

"Hey DOGFACE!" Rizzi shouted at the Shivasten squad leader, "Come get a piece of the Empire!"
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Meanwhile....

"SNIPES!!!" JR yelled through the loudness of the firefight. "WHERE IN THE NAME OF THE EMPORER ARE WE???"
 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 1, 2004 12:09:06 AM    View the profile of Rema 
[OOC:Its late, might be messy]

With a silent click, Rema locked the fire controls doors. He had put in place a nice new security code that would keep the rebels out of the control room for hours. Running to catch up to the squad, Rema slowed to a jog as he came up next to Afyon.

"All done. It should hold until support arrives." Rema said stuffing his datapad into his shirt pocket.

"Okay good." Afyon said as he led the squad around the corner and toward the turbolift.

"Whats the plan now? Where too?" Rema questioned.

"Well first we are heading up to the fire control above us. Then down to the final control on this side, and then to the hanger bay on this end. If we can hold the hanger, troops can get in and our easier." Afyon explained coming to a halt in front of the lift.

The squad quickly spread out covering the hall as they waited for the turbolift. Rema, Afyon and TK covered the elevators door, as it slowly slid open revealing nothing but an empty car. Filing inside, the Dragoons were shot up through the Golan platform and taken to their destination.

Stepping from the elevator, the Dragoons noticed a lot more activity up on this level. Soldiers ran around heading toward unknown targets and technicians darted from room to room checking displays. The disguised squad briskly walked down the hall toward the fire control room. These halls were much more cluttered as well than the other levels. They were filled with computer terminals, screens displaying various things, and metal crates carrying supplies. The floor had been scuffed with the recent traffic and gasses flowed from broken pipes and vents.  The station seemed to be slowly falling into chaos.

Reaching the corridor that took them to the fire control, the Dragoons slowed as they noticed increased guards in this area. Red light filled the dim corridor and Rema saw two heavily armed soldiers standing in front of the fire control room door. He also spied three technicians with blasters standing at the far end of the corridor. As the Imperial squad stopped, Afyon and Rema continued forward to the soldiers.

"Let me through now, I am to speak with the Fire Control lead technician." Afyon said in a powerful voice. The senior soldier gave the two Imperials a quick salute and hesitated a minute before opening the door. Good Rebel, dont question your superiors

Rema stood to the side as Afyon, TK, Niko and Kain entered the Fire Control station. Rema stopped Kami from entering and motioned for the soldier to close the door. Walking away from the soldier guards, Rema spoke to Kami.

"When you hear blaster shots from the door, take out the two soldiers. Ill handle the techs." Kami gave a nod of agreement and they walked back to the blastdoor of the FC station. Striding past the guards and the door, Rema headed toward the technicians that were being used for guard duty. He almost felt bad for them. Almost

"Hey you three! What do you think your doing out here! Last time I checked this station needed a full compliment of technicians." Rema yelled. "Get over here and explain yourselves."

The three techs quickly scurried to Rema and gave weak salutes. Fools They all looked young, maybe in their mid-twenties. Rema remembered a time when killing someone this young would make him think twice about doing so. That was before the fall of the Empire. Before the bureaucracy took a hold of the galaxy once again. Now, they were just simply rebels.

Just as Rema began to open his mouth, muffled blaster shots could be heard from the Fire Control. Two shots rang out from behind him as the rebel soldiers collapsed to the ground. Smiling Rema leveled his blaster to the gut of one tech. Pulling the trigger he ended the mans life. Reacting quickly, Rema slid his left leg out hooking one of the techs legs with his foot. Tripping him into the other tech, Rema pivoted on his right leg and turned let loose four shots into the remaining techs. Quickly stuffing his blaster through his belt loop, he grabbed two of the bodies and carried them to the FC. Niko and TK were at the door covering him as he finishing bringing in the dead.

As the rest of the squad looked over the bodies for ammo, Rema pulled his datapad from his shirt and plugged it into the door controls. His fingers were a blur over the pad imputing the new lock code. This one was slightly different so as would the next so the rebels would have to start over again to crack each one. Finishing, he pulled his datapad from the control panel, exited the room and slammed the door shut. Hearing the door clicking as it locked, he chased once more after the Dark Dragoons.

 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 1, 2004 5:34:14 AM    View the profile of TK-112 
"Bloody hell..." TK muttered as the squad jogged down the hall.
"What is it Sarge?" Kami asked.
"I'm out of ammo, that last firefight really took me rounds off" TK replied.
"Do you want some of mine?" Kami offered.
"Nah, I've got spares..." TK replied

The squad jogged on until they came into an intersection.

"Rema, lead the squad to the Hangar bay, TK you follow me" Afyon ordered.
"What the hell gunny!?" Rema replied.
"I looked at the camera, there's only three people in there, if we bring the whole squad in they might get suspicious, where else if only TK and I go in, TK can pretend to be my guard. Besides we really need to take over that hangar bay" Afyon informed.
"Urgh...Ok then, TK you're going to need extra weapons" Rema said.
"I'm telling you, I'll be fine" TK replied as he moved his hidden scout blaster from his boot holster to his vest.
"Hey! you never told me you brought two pistols in!" Rema protested.
"Sorry, I always bring it incase anything bad happens" TK replied as he sheathed a dead rebel guard's vibroblade and holstered it in his belt.
"Ok, let's go, let's move Dragoons!" Afyon ordered.

As the rest of the squad jogged on towards the Hangar bay the two sergeants stayed back...

"Afyon, use this if we have to go through another damn firefight" TK informed as he holstered another hidden scout blaster into the back of Afyon's belt.

The two quickly walked up to the next Fire Control room, it's doors were guarded by a lone rebel guard armed with a deployed light repeating blaster rifle. The two walked calmly towards the guard, Afyon walking like a Republic Officer with his hands behind as if standing at the ease position even though his real intentions was to keep a grip on the scout blaster incase it needed to be used, TK walking behind him with his left hand holding the grip of the vibroblade. The two walked as if they were marching, as soon as they arrived in front of the guard, they halted...in time...Imperial style...
Oh Crap, this is becoming obvious TK thought to himself.

"I am Captain Heisler, I'm here to oversee the work that's being done in this Control Station" Afyon firmly announced.
The guard  quickly snapped to attention and saluted.
"Sorry Sir, but your name is not on the list, therefore you will not be granted access" The guard replied.
"I'm sure we are in this list, Sergeant Bowman, help this guard locate us in the list" Afyon said
"Yes Captain Heisler" TK replied, within a second TK has unsheathed his vibroblade and within the next second he has stabbed the unwary guard.
"Two more inside..." Afyon whispered as he opened the door.

As the two sergeants walked in, they could see the two technicians working on the controls. This time both of them walked in with hands behind their body, already holding their Scout Blasters.

"I want a status report on this control station, Right Now!" Afyon ordered.
Realising that they were in the presence of an officer, the two technicians quickly snapped to attention and saluted.
"Sir, we are taking heavy damage from all sectors, the Hangar Bay is currently under heavy attack, apparently by our own uniform Sir!" One of the technicians informed.
Rema... Afyon thought to himself.
"Thank you Corporals, you are dismissed..."Afyon ordered.

The two Sergeants quickly pulled out their blasters executed the rebel corporals standing in front of them.

"Ok, TK do your job" Afyon ordered.

With a swift nod TK quickly ran to the computer station and started to enter the codes.

"Done!" TK loudly informed.
"Ok, we need to double time it to the Hangar Bay, the squad sounded like they could use some help!" Afyon said

In agreement, the two Sergeants double-time over to the hangar bay...
 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 1, 2004 4:53:10 PM    View the profile of Afyon 
The two men hurried down the corridor towards the hanger.  Afyon turned the corner slightly ahead of TK and saw five soldiers running towards them, possibly to check out their handiwork in the last fire control room.  Afyon quickly turned back around the corner and pushed he and Tk against the wall.  Afyon quickly whispered something to TK and then gripped a carbine that TK handed him, butt end out waiting for the soldiers.

When the men turned the corner, Afyon slammed the butt of his carbine into the face of the first solider and then shot two others with his silenced pistol.  Tk stabbed another one in the back of the throat as Afyon took out the last one by strangling him, one hand over the soldier's mouth to prevent any noise.  "Alright lets go, no time to hide them."  Afyon said as he tossed the carbine back to TK.  Afyon pulled out his pistol and turned the corner.  He had holstered the pistol in the gunbelt of the officer he had stolen the uniform from and little pieces of leather were visible falling from the pistol.  The pistol was obviously bigger than the holster.  The two men turned the last corner and saw a group of soldiers setting up an e-web in front of the door to the hanger.  "Sithspit!" Afyon exclaimed softly to Tk.  "They are going to cut them off."  Just as he finished saying that, the e-web began firing into the hanger.  "Come on let's move it, follow my lead and try to confuse them as much as possible, we have to knock outthat e-web team."  Afyon said as he flexed his grip on the pistol and ran down the hall towards the soldiers.

Two of the soldiers turned and saw the two men running towards them, guns in hand.  "Halt and identify yourselves!"  One of the two demanded, two others looked up at Afyon and TK while the other six in the team kept their focuson their attack.

"Captain Heisler and Sergeant Bowman.  Our unit was just ambushed around the corner.  We need reinforcements immediately in order to stop part of their group from reaching the fire control center.  I want you four to head down there at once!"  Afyon ordered as he glared at the men.  The men picked up their carbines suspiciously and stood up at attention.  Figures, the disguise is starting to be ineffective as more learn about imperials in rebel uniform.  Afyon thought as he looked at the men.  "Sergeant Bowman, are you ready to lead these men out?"  Afyon demanded, back directly to Tk who was standly directly behind him.

"Yes Captain"  Tk replied.  What the soldiers couldn't see was that Tk had his carbine ready to fire the second Afyon stepped aside.

"Excellent let's move out!" Afyon ordered.  He made a motion to turn and then dove to the side and came up into a firing position.  He shot three of the six attackers in the head while Tk quickly mowed down the four in front of him.  The quickly finished off the others before they could respond.  "Good job, now lets find the rest of them!"  Afyon said.
 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 1, 2004 8:03:20 PM    View the profile of Rema 
-----------Few Minutes Before Afyon's Post---------------


"Keep your eyes and ears open people. Lets take these guys out quickly and quietly." Rema ordered as the Dragoons reached the side hanger door. As the squad marched into the large room, Rema got a good look at the carnage outside. Explosions and flashes of assorted colors popped everywhere. Tiny bug sized fighters could be seen buzzing around capital ships as the rebels desperately tried to hold on.

Inside the hanger itself, it was relatively calm. The room was devoid of ships except for an old YT-2400 light freighter that looked like it was going to fall apart. Crates and cylindrical cases were scattered around the hanger. Off to one side of the large expanse, a mound of torn open metal crates dominated the view. Standing in front of four massive fuel containers, were seven mechanics of varying species. Rema saw three humans, two Duros, a Bothan, and finally a Sullustan.

Heading towards the group, Rema quickly ran ideas through his head. He looked back at the squad and pointed for Niko and Kami to hold positions in the hanger that would provide cover. Continuing forward, Rema looked at the ammo left in his stolen blaster. Only a few shots left&. Even with his DL-54 blaster pistol, he was still short of ammo and positive everyone else was.

Coming to a stop before the mechanic's, Rema cleared his throat as he began to talk.

"You are all needed in the hanger bay on the other side of the station. Rebel fighters are coming in need of repairs. We need everyone up there to refuel and re-supply them." The mechanics looked at each other, shrugged and headed off to the main hanger doors. This is almost too easy Rema silently cursed himself for saying that. While not a very superstitious person, Rema had learned the hard way that nothing was ever easy.

As the mechanic's reached the hanger doors, they slid open before anyone touched the controls. Rema first dismissed it but then the mechanic's stopped and seemed to be conversing with someone. Looking at Niko who had the better view of the rebels, Rema knew something was wrong. Niko was quickly making his way to the Imperial Corporal, as was Kami. As Niko stopped before Rema, his face was white as if he had seen a rancor.

"Private, what is it." Rema asked in a low and cold voice.

"Sir, rebel soldiers just entered. I counted twelve of them. All armed with heavy blaster rifles. I even think there are a few guys behind them hauling an e-web. Sithspit

"Ok everyone, check your weapons this is about to get very ugly." Rema said looking over at the rebels as they approached. Somehow even the mechanics had obtained blaster pistols.

"You there, whats is your name?" called a rebel officer leading the pack. He pointed towards Rema and obviously demanded the answer.

"Corporal Ziegler. Im here on orders from the fleet commander to protect these hangers." Rema said snapping to attention.

"Well I am Major Klingel, and you are under arrest you Imperial scum." The rebel officer drawing his sidearm and his group brought up their blasters. As Rema leveled his blaster at the hoard of Rebels, he wondered how the heck the Major could have known so fast who he was. Pulling off three shots and dropping a soldier to the ground, Rema darted off towards the metal crate pile with the Dragoons behind him. Rema dived to the floor coming to a halt only until he smashed into one of the overturned crates. The rest of the Imperial soldiers suffered the same fate as blaster bolts flew over their heads. Tossing away his empty blaster, Rema made a quick check to make sure no one had any critical hits and ordered them to return fire.

The intense firefight continued on for almost several minutes before Rema's own blaster pistol began running low on ammo. He noticed the rest of the Dragoons also taking more carefully aimed and precise shots; a sign of low ammo. Rema dared a few second scan of the room. Six rebel bodies lay cold and dead on the hanger floor, while the living rebels fired from protected positions. Turning toward the hanger door Rema saw a sight and was pretty sure they were all going to die.

"GET TO THE BACK OF THE PILE NOW!!!" Rema yelled scrambling to the far edge of the crate pile himself. Suddenly he heard a loud clicking noise of a heavy weapon and dived down covering his head. Four e-web shots pounded into the Dark Dragoons position, blowing empty containers high into the air. Pushing and dragging his squad mates to the back of the pile, Rema reached for his comlink and opened a com
Channel. He knew it was too risky to call for Afyon so he did the next best thing.

"Imperial Troopers, this is Corporal Rema of the Dark Dragoons. We need IMMEDIATE assistance in the forward hanger bay. Repeat we need immediate assistance in the forward bay!" Clicking off the comlink, Rema hoped those men were still alive.

More e-web shots slammed into the piles coming dangerously closer to the imperials. Then suddenly the e-web shots stopped. Peaking from behind his hiding spot, Rema saw the gunners head off down the hallway out of sight. Just as suddenly as the fire stopped, the gunners ran back to it getting gunned down. A split second of confusion followed by joy flared through Rema. He let out a whoop of joy, aimed his blaster and shot the Rebel Major in the head as he looked toward the two newcomers to the battle.

"Get up and start shooting you guys. The e-web is gone." Rema said turning to the Dragoons. In the distance the clicking sound associated with the e-web was heard once again.

"Your obviously wrong Sir." Niko blankly said looking at the Corporal.

"If I am, why arent we dead yet." Rema shot back at him. Niko didnt respond but stuck his head out to take a peak. Rema noticed a smile spreading across his face. The gunfire in the area slowly became quiet as the e-web obliterated the rebel resistance. Soon the e-web went silent too. Rema slowly stood up and saw two men walking toward him.

"Remmy, what would you do if I wasnt here to save you?" TK said as he grew near.

"I would die a happy man." Rema replied and looked at the other man. "Thanks for the assist, Gunny. I assume we are off to get the hanger control room?"

"You guess correctly," Afyon answered.

 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 2, 2004 11:10:25 AM    View the profile of Afyon 
Afyon frowned as he looked at the amount of ammunition he had left.  He was down to a cartridge and a half in his pistol, which was he favourite weapon.  "Ok quickly find what ammunition and guns you can."  Afyon ordered.  The squad quickly ran to the dead guards inside the hanger and lifted a couple of ammunition cartridges.  Afyon took a full carbine from one of them and put two ammunition clips in a holder on his gunbelt.  "Ok let's go to the hanger, move fast but cautiously, Im sure someone may have guessed that we may eventually get there."  Afyon said.  The squad quickly left the hanger through a side door and made their way to a stairwell which led to the floor with the hanger control which overlooked the floor of the hanger.

The squad reached the top and turned the corner towards the door.  When they were about forty meters from the door, it rose up and Afyon dove quickly to the side as an e-web and a group of soldiers began firing.  "Everyone down!"  Afyon shouted, most of his squad already on the ground searching for cover as a group of shots from the e-web whistled just above his head.  There was a blast door about five meters infront of them and the squad quickly crawled to it and hid behind the frame on each side.  There was about three meters of space on either side and the squad crammed together to avoid the ambushing fire.  Afyon made a signal for a flashbang to be thrown.  Kami unclipped the squad's last flashbang from her belt and handed it to Rema who was in a better position to toss it down the hall.  Rema pulled the pin and Afyon signalled for everyone toclose their eyes and cover their ears.  Rema counted three and reached around the frame to toss it down the hall towards the door.  About a second later a painfully loud sound could be heard and there were shrieks from down the hall.

Afyon signalled his squad to run towards the corner and they quickly jumped up, head down and ran towards the corner.  Afyon, who was squished right against the frame was the last one up.  About fifteen meters from the corner he heard what sounded like a piece of metal hit the floor and a second later he felt a searing pain in his arm as his body was flung against the wall.  Afyon felt his head ring as he lay on the ground, unable for a moment to get up.  A very long second went by before he managed to get his perspective right enough to roll onto the side of his body which wasn't hurting.  He couldn't move his left arm so Afyon reached up to his forehead with his right arm and felt blood on his left temple.  He used his arm to press himself against the wall as the e-web began firing again.
 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 2, 2004 2:08:36 PM    View the profile of D-13 
    All the Army troopers could do was wait. Wait to either land on Loki platform...or die horribly in space. Gunnery Sergeant Maxim Roden stood at the front of the cabin alongside Major Brenn Wrytmore and Captain Yuguao Urnin with a frustrated face. He absolutely hated trusting his life to a bunch of Imperial pilots who were currently carrying them through this furball.
    A man of thirty years, Major Wrytmore clearly was the most experienced of the group, but even he couldn't help but wonder if their shuttle would make it out in one piece. He glared out one of the ports, eyeing another Gamma-class shuttle that was heading for the same location.
    One of the Army troopers, Private Simqaui, peered out the window at the ensuing battle between New Republic fighters and Imperial ships and fidgeted in his seat. Everyone winced as a blinding flash of light signaled the loss of yet another two-to-three squads.
    Another trooper, Sergeant Vi'enlan, ducked into his chair as an X-Wing zoomed past them with lasers blazing. Their ship shook violently as a red bolt struck the right ventral fin.
    Urnin prayed for the Novaldex shields to hold.

    No such luck.

    The intercom blared over the chaos. "We've lost our rear deflector shield. Start evasive maneuvers."

    All the troopers were nearly wrenched out of their seats and lunches by the tight spiral maneuvers the shuttle made to avoid the ominous red beams that streaked the sky. Reassuring green bolts told everyone that they at least were fighting back.
    Up in the cockpit, the pilot glared nervously at his scanners. Sweat poured down his as he wrestled with the controls. He glanced briefly at the expanding Loki platform. Come on. Come on. We're almost there. The captain looked over his shoulder, but stared thoughtfully at the windows as the ship shook again with the engine roar of an X-Wing soaring past them and someone's screams over the comm. They've lost turret one.

    "Take us down there," the captain ordered, reaching his hand over the pilot's right shoulder to calm him down.

    "Right, sir. Beginning landing procedures," came the tense reply.

    He radioed the platform for clearance. "Golan Platform Loki, please open bay one. Repeat, Lieutenant Rizzit, please --" He stopped as he spotted tiny red bolts flying across his intended landing bay, most heading towards a YT-2400 freighter. "Captain, the bay is under attack. Shall we look for another bay?"

    "No, prepare the troops for rapid deployment."

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    "Alright, boys. We've finally arrived. Get ready to jump ship on the captain's mark." shouted Major Wrytmore. Raiders squad, here we come!

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    Squall punched the triggers and sent the first of the heavy troopers flying into the air and crashing into a pile of crates. His rapidly advancing lasers forced the Republic soldiers to seek cover. Some dove to the ground to avoid the shrapnel, some took cover behind worthless crates, and yet others continued to charge, oblivious to their own safety. Suicidal morons, the trooper thought as he downed another rebel.
    Rizzit eyed the shuttle coming in at rapid speeds. Finally, the cavalry has arrived. He returned to picking off strays.
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    "Emergency stop!" yelled the captain, and the pilot slammed the emergency brakes. The shuttle lurched upwards and then resettled itself on the floor; then the doors popped open. He heard the various battle cries as the Army boys rushed to meet the enemy. "Order the turret gunners to provide cover fire."
             
    "For what they're worth," the pilot breathed.
 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 2, 2004 2:29:09 PM    View the profile of Fury 
The flash temporarily blinded him.  "What the hell was that?" One of the Golans not currently dealing with an assault team had taken a critical series of blows from torpedo and turbolaser fire.

The driest comm tech in the history of the Empire responded. "It appears that the Wraiths have completed their task and their targetted Golan has begun to fire upon an adjacent defense station."

"Are you sure you're not a droid?"

"I'm sorry sir?" came the puzzled response.

"Never mind.  Task Wraith with their new orders. Let the regulars onboard continue gunning the nearest enemy held Golans."  The tech merely nodded and began to transmit.

Walking over to the captain, he had snagged a fresh mug of coffeine.  Seeing no sense in antagonizing him further, he handed the mug to the officer before suggesting his plan.  "Captain, I'd like the Dominion and Scythe to move into alignment with that freshly damaged Golan.  We can add our guns to the station's demise and be in a position closer to the line for additional fire support."

"And put ourselves into harm's way as well.  A wounded Golan is still dangerous. What you are proposing is suicide." The captain had taken this time to grow a backbone.  Perfect.

"That wounded Golan could take out the Golan we already have.  Allowing those troopers to die is murder.  I'm not sure if you are aware of it, but you are at the helm of a capital starship in the middle of a combat zone.  Now move this ship in support of my troops."

The salute given to him would be considered insubordination on anyone's radar.  "As ordered General" came the terse reply. 

"Carry on."
 
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May 2, 2004 7:07:48 PM    View the profile of Rizzit 
With Fury moving the ISD Dominion into a support position, and Wraiths gaining control of their golan; things were looking up. In the meantime though, Raiders were still in a sticky situation. They were taking fire from a heavy shock trooper squad at the minute, and Rizzit was out in the open. Squall and Substance, allthough confident, were at the controls for a ship and a turret to defend their leader against a hopeless threat.

The Gamma Shuttle carrying the regulars arrived in Docking Bay 1 providing as much cover fire as they could. Unfortunately, their aim was not all that great; and they managed to take out all of two troopers. Well, that's two less that we have to deal with. Rizzit thought. There was still heavy fire, and fortunately for Rizzit: the troopers were not taking him as the bait, but were aiming for Squall and Substance instead. Therefore, Rizzit was forced to be the first line of defense: firing at the troopers with his MRB-10 Medium Repeating Blaster. It was having some effect, but not the effect that he would have liked. As planned, the regulars disembarked quickly to provide some cover fire for the immense shock trooper squad that were currently on the Raiders' backs.

The cavalry had indeed come, but were they too late? Rizzit heard another loud sound coming from the hallways. Another Squad or two must have joined them as backups...Rizzit had hoped he was wrong, but he had a feeling deep in his gut that he was right. After all, there are not too many things that could make that kind of a knocking; but if it wasn't another squad of troopers, then what could it be?
 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 2, 2004 7:30:45 PM    View the profile of Sniping101 
    Snipes smiled as he surveyed the carnage they had wreaked upon the rebels that had attacked the generator room, Flying Knights idea had worked well, but now they didn't have a door and that meant the needed to hold the antechamber door and defend the hole in the ceiling of the generator room.

    Snipes turned away from the damage the trio had inflicted back top the damage the rebels had inflicted, JR lay on the ground, his helmet removed and sitting next to him, FlyingKnight was bent over him with a medical tool Snipes couldn't see very well, JR was unconscious and appeared to be dreaming fitfully and except an out burst when Flying and Snipes had moved him he had been silent.

    "How is he" Snipes asked trying to keep the concern out of his voice

    "Just a crack on the head and a few burns, he should be ok in twenty or so minutes, there little damage, it just hit him right" Flying responded standing up and putting the tool back in his belt.

    "Which brings me around to my next question; what hit him?"

    "I think it was just the butt of a rifle, the bruise looks about the right shape and a hit like that from an E-11 but would do that"

    "Alright, well I guess we need to do. . ." Snipes comm. beeped and he reached down to it. "This is Sergeant, go ahead"

    "Ok, this is your lieutenant; we have orders for you to stay put"

    "Wonder what military genius thought that one up" Snipes said sarcastically

    "Shut up and listen, we can't come and get you, or at least not until regulars touch down, that was estimated at about 5 minutes give or take."

    "Alright, we have one unconscious our CommTech thinks he should be fine in about twenty minutes, I'm entitled to agree"

    There was a short pause but Rizzit continued on "ok, as soon as the Regs touch down we'll be there to get you guys."

    "Ok, anything else?"

    "Not at this time, Lieutenant out"

    "Sergeant out" Snipes flicked off the comm.

    "Ok, let's barricade the door again. or better yet, lets just try and slap something over the hole they put in the generator room door, that really ticks me off, but I think we have a better chance, we only have to hold for about 10 minutes I'll give it, c'mon, lets get him back in that hole."

    FlyingKnight and Snipes each got on one end of JR and hefted him threw the oval hole in the Generator room door, they set him down in one corner behind the generator, the Rebels would want the Generator in one piece, so JR wouldn't get hit while out of it.

    "stay here and scrounge ammo, we should be ok, but just in case I want a pile of the enemy weapons behind my improvised barricades, it takes less time to grab a gun than to reload. I'm going to search the anti-room."

    Snipes stepped out, the lights had been blasted out of the generator room and it took goggles to see in there much at all, but the Stormtrooper helmets worked great, he walked over to where JR had lain and picked up the mans helmet, he tossed that into the room, generating a curse from Fly. then he went about picking up the rebel guns, most of them where E-11's left over from the stockpiles the Empire had left behind, but people had personal weapons, some just small hold-out blasters, he shoved two into a pouch on his side, he picked up grenades, and even a grenade launcher from a heavy trooper. Snipes didn't get a chance to pick up the ammo before thundering feet spoke of troops coming down the hall. Snipes spun around on his heel and bolted into the door, jumped threw right as the squad came around the corner, Snipes snuck a peek.

    The squad consisted of 6 humans two Rodians and one, Snipes didn't know exactly what the other creature was, it was a humanoid reptilian type creature wielding a T-21, Snipes looked around the enemy squad that was searching the room, all except the reptilian creature and two humans where using the standard E-11 load out, but one of the Humans held a variant of the ESPO Flame Carbine and the other had a grenade launcher. Snipes looked at Fly; they both knew the odds where against them.

    "Any bright ideas?" Snipes whispered to Fly

    "What's that in your hand?" Flying said softly, almost mockingly.

    Snipes looked down and almost laughed, he was holding the grenade launcher." alright, toss an ion grenade out there and I'll fallow it with whatever in here," Snipes checked the weapon "looks like HE"

    "I don't have any ion" Fly said, Snipes sighed and reached around behind him and shoved an ion grenade in Flys hand.

    "How's that? that should knock out all their weapons but the flame carbines and these grenades should just create a chain reaction with all the explosives in that room, which include the ammo for this plus whatever those guys have, this is going to be interesting." Snipes hidden smile was the kind that made the brave shiver.

 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 3, 2004 5:43:38 PM    View the profile of FlyingKnight 
    FlyingKnight collected some more weapons and ammo and moved for cover. Setting down another E-11 he slid in an incendiary grenade in his rifle launcher and snapped it close.  He decided not to use an ION grenade because of the generator that was so close. Hearing the steps coming closer he spread the weapons out for easy access. Just as he did half the enemy squad went into the anti-chamber and the other half started to enter the generator room. Since there was no light the squad didn't notice the two troopers in the room.

    Snipes waited until the squad was far enough in so he could try and make a few surprise kills. FlyingKnight was aiming the incendiary grenade towards the anti-chamber while keeping an eye on the incoming squad. The squad was walking past Snipes as he yelled out "Fire!!". Knight fired the grenade across the hall into the anti-chamber and was firing on the enemy soldiers in the room as the grenade exploded starting 5 troopers on fire.

    Snipes tripped one soldier that caused a Rodian to fall into his own gun that started to fire wildly into the floor. Snipes and Knight ducked as bolts were ricocheting off the armored walls. One bolt hit the unknown creature, which sent him to the ground. The rest of the enemy squad headed for the hallway and Snipes shot the HE grenade in front of them and ducked. Exploding, the HE grenade threw 2 of the soldiers down the hall and exploded one into pieces. Black blood splattered everywhere as Knight saw that the Rodian was the one who exploded.

    "Ok let's try and secure this area and head back to the bay to help Rizzit." Snipes ordered.

    "I will stabilize JR and get him ready for fast transport." Knight replied as he moved over to JR. Unpacking the repulsor stretcher he shifted JR slightly onto it and strapped him in.

    "Wow I didn't even notice you had that thing we could have used that to move him easier."

    "We needed to move him quick and it takes time to set it up so we can use this for a more stable move."

    Moving into the hallway Snipes tried not to slip on the Rodian blood and innards. "I'll go and check if the coast is clear, I will also try and find an easier way out." Snipes said as he walked off.

    Starting up the repulsors Knight checked JR's vitals again and started to move into the hallway.

    "All set lets move out." Knight commed to Snipes

(I have just learned that Rodian blood is actually black. )

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May 3, 2004 10:46:24 PM    View the profile of Fury 
The command deck was already at a 6 degree list to port - as was the rest of the ship - but progress was being made.  At least, it was obvious to all but the captain.  "WE ARE VENTING ATMOSPHERE! I HAVE TO GET THIS SHIP OUT OF HERE!" he was currently screaming into Fury's face.  Colonel Timms had two regulars sit the captain down.

Fury turned and looked down upon the officer.  "You are never going to make Admiral with that attitude." Glancing back at the viewport, he continued.  "We have a Golan on its last legs.  Indeed there is probably no way to take it intact.  It is likely going to lose its orbit and crash into the planet.  That is how I'm going to get troops to ground.

"Your vessel is fine.  I'm not sure if your last command was a tramp freighter or not, but this is a Star Destroyer. They are supposed to take brutal punishment so smaller, lesser craft do not. Aside from some decks venting atmosphere, we have nothing other than some injured and a few inertial dampeners to replace. Now shut up and do your job.

"Colonel Timms, get your men boarded onto dropships.  Jester Squad will drop with your men from the Merciless once that Golan takes out the planetary shielding.  I can't say the gap will last for too long so be ready to go at a moment's notice.  From there, proceed to take out targets of opportunity, be it shield generators, army units, political leadership.  I'll have something more concrete for you in a bit once we know your window of insertion."

The Colonel grinned and basically sprinted for the turbolift.  Fury envied him. Looking for his deadpan comm tech, he ordered, "Wake up Jester. Play times just about to begin."
 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 3, 2004 11:22:09 PM    View the profile of Merrick 
Merrick was already awake, still looking over the damage done to Jester by the time she had spent gone. Only days ago she had taken back her post as Jester Squad leader, unhappy with how Dragoon had been handling the squad she had worked so hard to get activity out of. Her return had also coincided with the addition of a new trooper to the squad.

At Fury's call, she woke the rest of Jester and instructed them to get ready. Fury was sending through the details of their deployment now, and she would brief them once they were all awake and ready to ship out. No sense saying the same thing 5 times because people were in various states of awareness. "You look tired Sergeant." Merrick looked up at DigitalAeon. "I always do, Private. I'm a squad leader." Aeon grinned slightly and went back to packing his equipment. Merrick checked her own equipment over one last time before trying to get everone's attention. As usual, Frog and Hashi were playing around and took a little longer than the rest to settle down.

"Ok, we're actually getting in on the action now." There were looks of excitement from those capable of emotion. "We get the pleasure of dropping in onto the planet with Timms and his guys as soon as the Golan they are currently attacking gives out and smashes into the planet's atmosphere. The damage it does to the planetary shielding will allow us to make it onto the ground, where we will take out targets of opporunity. We'll drop as soon as the call comes, as it's unlikely that the shields will be out for long. Questions?" She looked over her squad, hoping that they had at least had the sense to keep themselves fit and ready even in the absense of proper leadership. She had also never worked with Aeon before, and had only had time to read up on little of his background and some of his skills. But more troops was always a good thing, especially at the moment. Aeon looked up. "What kind of targets of opportunity, sir?" Merrick shrugged. "Anything that makes it easier for us to get the rest of our guys down there. Shield generators, power plants, heads of state and military commanders, you know." Everyone nodded. "If that's it, head off to the drop ships quick, we want to beat Timms to the good seats." They all saluted and ran off carrying their gear. Merrick picked up her own pack and followed sedately.

"The Golan has taken out the planet's shields, Jester you are go for drop." Merrick grinned "Finally. Catch ya later General." The ship was released and headed toward the planet as the members of Jester cheered and talked excitedly about finally being back in action. They'd all been surprised at Merrick's return, and certainly didn't seem to mind that she was back. "When we hit the surface, Timms and his men can secure the area before we decide what we're going to blow up." More cheers. "Then we will break into teams. Frog will take Tylen, Hashi and Sokudo. I will take Raiden, Aeon and Shadow. You're not to go off attacking whatever you want, stick to what you are appointed."
 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 3, 2004 11:47:24 PM    View the profile of Fury 
It was not often that he was in charge of his own destiny.  It had also not been that recent since he'd charged into combat at the helm.  Well, sort of.  Jester launched out of the Dominion before he could assemble his companies on the Merciless. Timms had expected as much.  Seeing the scarred and strangely decorated armor of the scouts had oddly put him at ease of having them along for the ride.  Not that watching them taking care of axes and scalped pelts wasn't a tad disconcerting.  But the General was sending them down for good reasons, he was sure.

The majesty of war confronted him as his dropship left the cruiser.  In space, sound was a philosophy.  Everything was sight, set against a palette of blackness.  Between the Dominion's guns and that of the captured Golan, the enemy defense platform had been slowly broken apart. 

While individual gunnery sections still functioned, they were separated from much of the rest of the large structure.  Atmosphere vented in dozens of places and clutter - furniture, scrap, bodies? - were being ejected from the station. The occasional flare from oxygen burning, then dying into open space made it a colorful background.

This quickly changed as all fire turned to the engines and repulsors arrayed underneath the large craft.  With a final series of concussion missiles, the station veered and began to plunge toward the planet.  This was the cue needed by the dropship pilots to begin warming up their engines and ensuring the VACX shielding was intact.  Failure of that particular element would just plain make the troops inside meat on a spit roasting against atmosphere.

Not a pleasant thought.  Especially considering the tableau before them.  The intiial part of the Golan touched the shield layer and promptly disintegrated.  For a time, once a full third of the behemoth had been turned into so much chaff, it looked as if the plan would fail.  The only craft in the vicinity were the escape shuttles leaving the Golan - choosing capture over immolation.

Then with an underwhelming blue spash of lightning, the shield failed, at least locally, and the rest of the Golan quickly began to plummet to ground.  The dropship pilots were in no position to wait to see if the shield remained dropped.  The crap immediately accelerated to maximum velocity and entered the atmosphere, quickly catching up, then passing, the fiery trail of wreckage that was once part of the Moorja planetary defense.

Once past the majority of the glowing meteor, the pilot choose to speak.  "Veering away from most of...the wreckage.  Will be a bit....scattered, but within reason." Another session of turbulence kept him busy for a moment.  "Only a few dropships got caught in the wreckage.  Shield is back online and we lost some of our shuttles carrying our vehicles ...in that.  We'll be landing soon."

Landing in a dropship was always a polite term for a screeching halt after a harrowing ride.  Sergeant Ritach was the first to start screaming in juvenile terror, which meant he owe the rest of the command staff some credits.  Not that most of them didn't join in moments later.
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 4, 2004 9:56:19 AM    View the profile of Ramon Stonefish 
"All aboard," called Stonefish waving as Mandor and Argon hurried aboard the shuttle in the Golan's launch bay.

Kuroishi was already aboard, warming up the engines, and steam and other gas was pouring out of the thrusters as the engines came online.

As the remaining two members of the squad boarded the republic shuttle, Stonefish opened a commlink to Fury.

"Fury here," came the response.

"Wraiths are ready to depart the station, sir. I hope you've notified everyone," replied Stonefish.

"Roger that, Sergeant Major. All squadrons have been notified of your shuttle's status, and your flight path has been surreptitiously cleared."

"Thank you, sir. Wraith out."

The imperial veteran walked up the boarding ramp and sealed it, then headed up to the cockpit.

"Fury says we're all clear," he said to Kuroishi, who was sitting in the pilot's chair.

"Well, let's get this show on the road then, and see if we can get blown to tiny, tiny pieces in this mad dash across a war zone in a shuttle flying enemy colours."

Stonefish watched Kuroishi tap a few buttons, and heard the clangs as the stubby landing legs retracted and repulsor technology took over. The view out of the cockpit window panned across to the force-screened opening on to the stars and cannon-fire view of space outside the station.

"You did remember to program this shuttle out of our stations targeting computer, didn't you?" asked Kuroishi.

"Yeah, don't worry. I took care of it," replied Stonefish.

Kuroishi smoothly piloted the small shuttle out of the station and into the furball beyond. Laser fire and torpedoes could be seen to fly across the view as the shuttle swung around the Golan station's equator and headed for the planetary north, and the Old Peculiar.

"Argon, can you mark the squadron colours on those X-Wings?" asked the Wraith squad leader.

"Looks green to me," replied the Whipid hunter.

Kuroishi thumbed the comm.

"Shuttle Tallon IV to green squadron. Could you give us a hand? We're trying to get clear."

"Roger Tallon IV. This is green leader. We'll cover you for as far as we can. What happened on the station?" came a voice over the speaker in the cockpit.

"We're the last of the command crew, the imperials slaughtered the rest. They have control now."

"I thought as much when the guns started shooting us. Hang on, I see a flight of gunboats headed your way. We'll head them off."

"Thanks, green leader. Tallon IV out."

A flight of green-flashed X-Wings swooped in and over the shuttle headed to the flight of imperial gunboats headed in.

"Anyone want to run a book on who wins that?" asked Mandor

"You're sick, man," replied Stonefish.

Kuroishi tapped a few buttons on the console, and one of the screens flashed up with a view of the frigate they were approaching.

"Okay, three hundred klicks and closing. We're looking good."

Just as he spoke, something shook the ship.

"What was that?!" screamed Mandor.

"Ion blast, it was one of ours. Deflectors are holding. Looks like they're just trying to make a show of it," replied the Wraith leader, "Let's make it a good show."

Kuroishi began jinking around, while the gunboats behind continued to fire ion blasts at and around the shuttle.

"Old Peculiar to shuttle Tallon IV, are you in need of assistance?" asked a voice over the speaker.

"Roger that, Old Peculiar. We've picked up a tail, looks like they're trying to disable us," Kuroishi replied, sounding tense.

"Stand by, Tallon IV, we're sending out a flight of A-Wings to escort you in."

"Thanks, Old Peculiar."

As Stonefish watched, three of the sleek republic craft exited the hangar and swooped down toward the shuttle. The gunboat ceased its fire, and the sensor panel showed it bugging out and heading back to the main fight.

The frigate grew larger in the cockpit window, and Kuroishi began maneuvering into the docking bay.

"Tallon IV, transmit your docking authority code now." said the officer from the frigate.

"Roger, transmission commencing," replied Stonefish.

He shut off the voice comm, and triggered the burst transmission he had lifted from one of the Golan's computers.

"Transmission received, Tallon IV," the officer paused, and the members of Wraith grew tense, "Okay, Tallon IV, you are clear to enter the docking bay."

"Roger, Old Peculiar. Beginning approach."

The A-Wings broke off from their bracket of the shuttle, and began a short patrol around the frigate while Kuroishi edged the shuttle into the bay.

"Okay people," said Stonefish, "Here's where the fun begins. We need to get ourselves some private time before we get ushered into some debriefing, so we'll play the 'time to clean up' card to gain us a few minutes. It won't be long before they realise that game though."

There was another clang as the stubby legs descended from the shuttle, and the squad headed down through the cargo bay to the boarding ramp.
 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 4, 2004 12:39:03 AM    View the profile of Kuroishi 
Kuroishi lead his squad accross the bay quickly and quietly trying to attract as little attention as possible.

The plan was simple but didn't have a lot of room for error.

Kuroishi eyed a weapons handler and had an idea for a distraction.

"He looks about your size Mandor.  Allright we'll have one heck of a hornet's nest on our hands once they figrue out we're not who we claim to be.  So we'll need a distraction on our way out to keep the crew and security forces a little too busy to worry about us.  Mandor will be provided with that tech's uniform and place this in a warhead storage bin, it won't destroy the hanger but it will make a mess of things.  This will be set to command detonation with a fifteen minute failsafe timer.  I'm open to suggestions on how we're supposed to get close to this guy and get him out hopefully before then."  Kuroishi briefed as he worked the blasting block's detonator.

"I'll see about getting the tech's uniform without any blood on it while the rest of you figure this out."  Argon said as he left the room.

"Well we are supposed to be debriefed right, wouldn't it make sense he would be the one to debrief us since we're posing as people who have just come from a station boarded by imperials and thus have invaluble information on the invasion forces?"  Mandor added.

"Problem is even if our cover holds until we actually have the guy and start on our way back out we're likely to be unarmed if we go with that plan.  A variation would be to make another member of Wraith disappear with a stash of weapons for the rest of us and have them meet us once we have the guy.  Now who should it be?"  Kuroishi replied as Argon entered the 'fresher.

"What did I miss?"  Argon said carrying a bundle of uniform.

"Perfect."  Kuroishi said with a look of joy on his face.

Suddenly this didn't seem like such a suicide mission.

"Why are you looking at me that way boss?"  Argon asked.

"You'll be our pack mule.  They'd expect a whiphid to be dangerous even without weapons but I look like a everyday old man.  So unless some one has a better idea we better get Mandor changed and Argon disappeared."  Kuroishi replied.
 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 5, 2004 6:57:06 AM    View the profile of Rizzit 
With Sniping101 and company on the way, the Raiders were still in danger. They were split apart, and there was a very good chance of Sniping101's group getting ambushed while on their way to meet up with Rizzit and his group. Sniping101 and Flying Knight led JR down the way they came: heading for that hole in the floor; in the meantime: Rizzit and his troopers were holding the docking bay to the best of their abilities.

Shock troopers were nearly flooding through the door, and it sounded like more were coming; but there was no proof that there was actually more. The only sign was this loud banging that was able to be heard outside of the room. The Gamma shuttle had come into view, and was almost an immediate target of the shock troopers with anti-air turrets. With his Flechette rifle, the starfighter guns, and the turret: Rizzit and the remaining Raiders made sure that the Gamma shuttle had a swift, smooth landing.

The shuttle touched down in the bay, and immediately deployed the shuttle ramp. Troopers filed out of the shuttle swiftly, firing as they went. The shock troopers were being wiped out at a more rapid pace then before. The tide was starting to turn. Even though that this mess would soon be over with, Rizzit's thoughts turned to that loud banging sound: it had stopped. What if whatever that noise was, went after the others? There's no way I can find out. They could be in great danger, with only two of them; not to mention the fact that neither of them is in a position to begin firing especially if one of them is wounded. What Rizzit did not realize, was that his worries were alll too real. Sniping101 and Flying Knight were carrying JR, and in too many ways could be ambushed....
 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 5, 2004 9:08:22 AM    View the profile of Ramon Stonefish 
Argon walked back up into the shuttle with the Wraith gear, barring three holdout pistols. Kuroishi handed pistols to Stonefish and Mandor with a warning to hide them somewhere out of sight, but accessible in a pinch. Stonefish tucked his in his waistband underneath his jacket at the back, while Mandor bent down to tuck the small gun in his sock and roll his trouser leg down over the top. Kuroishi simply tucked the pistol up his sleeve.

Just as the three human members of Wraith were ready to go, the frigate jolted and a reverberation could be heard throughout the ship.

"Uh-oh," said Stonefish.

"What?" asked Mandor, looking a little concerned.

"Torpedo blast. Looks like Naval command are trying to provide a little distraction."

As Stonefish finished, the internal comm system came alive with a klaxon which sounded out twice, and a voice followed.

"General Quarters. All hands, General Quarters."

Stonefish muttered, while Kuroishi looked mildly concerned.

"Well," said Kuroishi, "There are both good and bad things here. First, we now know where the Admiral is going to be: if GQ has been called, he'll be on the bridge, and also it means that anyone off-watch will be out of the way. However, the bridge of any capital ship is one of the most heavily guarded, perhaps only after the armoury. Let's go."

Mandor lead the three out of the hangar, with Kuroishi muttering directions behind him. Stonefish followed closely, keeping an eye behind the party. The three imperials walked through the corridors of the frigate, heading to the nearest turbolift. Fortunately, this crew was well-drilled, and the majority of people they passed were concentrating hard on other tasks. The two marines outside the lift shaft, however, were likely to be harder to get past.
 
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May 5, 2004 5:10:23 PM    View the profile of Fallen Angel 
The shuttle Tiberius touched down in the Golan's docking bay and 3 squads of Vast Empire regulars spilled off the landing ramps.

First Sergeant Brax Dimwar barked orders at his squad, his voice barely audible over the shuttle's screaming engines combined with the firefight already in progress. "Fall out, secure the docking bay. Red Team left flank, Blue Team right flank, Gold Team on me, we're taking the fight to them boys!!'

His well trained squad from the 123rd infantry division split into teams as smooth as a well oiled machine. The three members of each team moved to their designated sides as Dimwar yanked his E-11 from his shoulder and lead his team into the fray.

It didn't look good.

Two squads of New Republic heavy troops were keeping a man Dimwar assumed was Lieutenant Rizzit and 2 of his squaddies pinned down aboard a Correllian freighter. Someone was in the dorsal laser battery keeping the NR troops back, and the freighters shields were taking the damage from the heavy troopers grenade rounds and heavy blasters.

Dimwar knew those shields had to be failing. Throwing a quick glance to the sides to check his other teams, Dimwar shouted to his troops, "GRENADES!!"

As one, one trooper in each team pulled a frag grenade, another an ion grenade, and the last one a concussion grenade. All three were released at once, the fireteam captains yelling "COVER!!"

Each team dove behind boxes and crate conviently littering the docking bay floor. 9 explosions melded into one huge kaboom. Dimwar saw a bright blue flash from the ion grenades, and heard the powering down of the heavy troopers big repeaters. That was his cue.

"Squad form up on me." Rolling to his feet, Dimwar opened fire on the remaining NR troops. The frag grenades had taken out a full squad, and the others were injured or dazed by the concussion grenade. Staggering about, most of their weapons rended useless by the ion grenades, the troopers were easy prey for Dimwar's squad and the Raider in the gun turrett.

His squad was now in a diagonal line, advacing on the republic troopers. Each team concentrated their fire on one trooper, cutting them to shreds even with their thick armor. A few seconds later it was all over.

Dimwar heard the shields power down on the freighter and turned to see Lieutenant Blackheart jogging across the bay to him.

Throwing a quick salute, Dimwar said, "Sir, Sergeant Dimwar and the alpha pi squad from the 123rd infantry reporting for duty sir."

Rizzit returned the salute then patted Dimwar on the back and said, "nice work Sergeant. I especially liked the ion, frag concussion combination, I'll have to remember that. Now er have half of our squad cut off, and we need to break through, so lets form up and move out."

"Roger that."
 
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May 5, 2004 11:37:52 PM    View the profile of Sniping101 
Snipes heard the marching before he saw it come around the bend, and he didnt even want to think about what it meant, he motioned FK to push JR into a conveinently located office and fallowed FLy in. heswithed off the lights and FK powered down the stretcher, thye hid there, in the dark, long enough to watch a squad of rebels run past, obviously going to the now deserted generator room, but luckly they ran past his postition and the RAIDERs, after a few seconds to get the enemy out of earshot, they continued on, at a much faster pace, they where nearing the turbolift they needed to take up to get to the docking bay.

    So far the two and thier unconsious friend had managed to avoid about three rebel patrols, one of them obviously shocktroops, another obviously engineers.

    Snipes ran point down the hallways, it was still about fifteen minutes before JR should recover, and he was slowing them down considerably. Still, the resistance was slacking off, making going easyer, most Rebels seemed to running to the escape pods, if this had escape pods.
   
    Snipes had left the room he was holding for several reasons, his biggest one was that he could only hold a place for so long before the rebels found a way to breach it, something Snipes didnt look especialy forward to, another was now that regulars had landed the turbo-laser batteries where inconsiqunstial, or atleast mostly so.

    Snipes withrew a small cylander about 4 inches long and a half an inch in diameter, the top had a red-clear cap, Snipes considered it for a minute, it was the control the mechanism he had hooked up to the generator, there was a button under the cap that would turn the lasers back on line, Snipes considered it for a second, then put it back in his blet. he would activate it once he heard the regulatrs had landed safely. not before.

    the sound of marching feet brought Snipes from his thoughts, Fly and JR where far behind him right now, and he was all alone, he looked bothways down the hall, nothing to hid behind, a few support beams would offer minimul protection, he might be able to hid behind one and suprise them by jumping out, he doubted it would work, but the feet where getting closer.

    He tore off his pack and tossed it behind a beam across from him, he was holding his E-11/H and had his standard E-11 holstered, he drew that out, E-11/H in his right hand, stock folded out, E-11 in his left, he prepared to meat his doom. all he had done, all he hadn't done came down to this, it was Snipes end, he could see that clearly, he was a Stormtrooper and he was good, but a squad catching him in the open would tear him apart no matter how good he was, it would be worse if they where more heavy guys, and at that moment something occured to Snipes, it wasnt a universal truth, or the meany of life, or anything so fabulous, Snipes just realized he had left the oven on at the Barracks, the thought made him laugh, he was about to die and he was worrying about the electric bill; the feet where closer now, Snipes broke out in a sweat.

    Snipes knew they where within fifteen feet, Snipes culd hear the determined march of feet, and he leapt,lept from safety, to what he knew to be his doom, and he thudded to the floor without firing a shot.

    "Snipes! get up, stop laying around on the job!" it was Rizzits, voice, Snipes had never heard anything so glorius as the digitalized sound of Rizzits voice, he almost cried. "c'mon, get up, wheres Fly and JR" Rizzit reached down and Snipes accepted his hand to get up.

    it still took Snipes a minute to recover " hes down the hall just a little, JRs on a streacher, but from what FK says he wont be there long."

    "why arnt you still in the room?"

    "cant hold out forever, and you know me, i had a backup plan."

    "good man, now we need those lasers back online, lets go"

    "not neccesary," Snipes said drawing the cylander from his belt again he dislodged the cap, then with a dramatic flourish he hit the button.

    "And that was. . .?"

    ". . .Me turning the generator back on" Snipes finished the question.

    The distinctive whirring sound of repulsurlifts and the stamp of a single set of feet heralded FlyingKnights apearance seconds before the fellow RAIDERs appearance.
 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 6, 2004 11:42:20 AM    View the profile of Mandor 
"Here put one of these in your breast pocket, and be ready to use it" Mandor said as he handed Kuroishi a Flyhigh throwing knife.

"Ramon, watch our backs when we get up to the elevator"

"Aye" was all the response Mandor recieved

As they came into view of the turbolift, they slowed to a hurried walk. They could see two marines in Brown uniforms standing on gaurd.They approached calmyly.

"Halt, you must have authorization to enter" The marine said in a gruff voice.

Mandor glanced at Kuroishi, and saw him reaching into his breast pocket.

"Ahh, right here" Mandor said as he followed suit.

They drew their knives at almost the same time, and threw the small knives straight at their throats. The marine Mandor threw his knife at grabbed at his throat in a desperate, but futile attempt to save himself. The dagger protruded from the mans throat only an inch. The Marine Kuroishi had thrown his dagger at however, was already dead on the ground, with a dagger through his eye socket.

"Well.... that works i suppose" Fish said mildly

"Okay, lets move, get on" Kuroishi said

The three entered the elevator, and hit the button with the MD, for "Main Deck".
 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 6, 2004 7:01:17 PM    View the profile of Afyon 
Afyon lifted his head and looked down the hall, the e-web and rebel soldiers had halted their fire, assuming that Afyon was dead.  He continued to lie still and waited for his squad to react in some way.  Suddenly, he heard the sound of two metal objects bounce off the wall above him and he got a glimpse of them bounce down the hall towards the rebels.  He closed his eyes just as the two grenades exploded, filling the area with smoke.  A second later he could feel his body lifted off the ground and carried.  Another two seconds later he was lying down around the corner.

"Gunny?"  Rema asked as he looked down on his injured squad leader.

Afyon muttered in pain as he looked up at Rema.  "Thanks for getting me out of there." He said as he straighted himself up against the wall.  His vision had cleared but his head and shoulder hurt badly.  "No way in hell you will clear that hall out from here.  Tk, radio in and order the soldiers to begin landing at the docking hatches.  Tell them to report up here immediately with some heavy equipment so we can get the hanger open.  Then the rest of the troops can head over."  Afyon ordered, wincing in pain as he shifted his position.

"Aye Gunny!"  Tk replied.  He pulled the radio off his back and prepared to send the message.

"Actually Tk, radio the other squad on board and order them up here too."  Afyon said.  "Might as well team up with-"  He was cut off suddenly by a loud voice.

"Freeze and drop your weapons!"  A voice shouted from down the hall they were in.  Afyon turned his head painfully towards the voice as the other squad members froze where they were or looked in the direction where the voice came from.  It was a stormtrooper standing there, gun clenched tightly in hand.  "I said drop them!"  he commanded again.

"Soldier I am Gunnery Sergeant Afyon, leader of the Dark Dragoons"  Afyon said weakly, coughing a couple of times as he got the words out.  "We had taken rebel uniforms in an effort to better attack this base."  He concluded, staring at the trooper.  The trooper seemed to simply stare back at the squad, almost as if puzzled in thought.

"Alright let's see some id from you people...slowly, very slowly.  Reach for your weapons and you'll be dead instantly."  He commanded.  The squad slowly took out their dog tags.  Afyon tried to reach in under his shirt but groaned in pain as the motion pulled on his shoulder.  Afyon made a motion for Rema to give him a hand.  After everyone had shown their dog tags, the trooper lowered his gun.

"Private First Class Zek Dark reporting gunny!"  The trooper said as he came to attention.

"At ease."  Afyon said.  "You are a good trooper, always be suspicious of everyone.  You trained well, congratulations.  Anyone left in your squad?"  He asked.

"I'm all thats left"  Zek responded, littleor no emotion in his voice.

"Alright you'll join in with our squad for now.  We just radioed in for reinforcements to land at the docking hatches and meet us here.  Until then we will hold our positions here so get fortified for an attack from either side."  Afyon ordered.
 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 6, 2004 8:52:44 PM    View the profile of Merrick 
Most of the dropships had made it through the planet's shields not far behind the one carrying Jester squad. The few that didnt were adding to the spectacular show as the debris from the station hit the atmosphere. Merrick found Timms among the chaos of people recovering from the dropship landings. "So, what'd we lose?" Timms looked over at her and shrugged. "Some troops, about half of our vehicles." Merrick nodded. They'd come down about 50 clicks out of Moorjay and with so many of their vehicles gone, the move toward the city from here could go very slowly. She stood silent, thinking for a moment before she realised Timms was still talking to her and started paying attention again. "..can always send some of the vehicles back for those we can't take first trip. Of course your squad will be the first to go in." He looked a little bit nervous. "Something wrong Colonel?" Timms tried to smile and shook his head slightly. "Been a while since I was front line." Merrick nodded and decided not to say anything about him eyeing her axe whenever he looked at her, especially when she realised she had been playing with it as she stood deep in thought.

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"Fury, Merrick here. We've hit ground and are making our way towards the capital. I'm sending you a list of the equipment and men we lost, just so you know. We've left a contingent at the drop site, mostly because we couldn't fit everyone with the vehicles we lost. Any time you want to tell us anything in particular you'd like blown up, feel free. We'll hit the city outskirts in about 30 minutes. Merrick out."
 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 6, 2004 10:14:06 PM    View the profile of Fury 
At least we didn't touch down in the Crumbling Lands, thought Timms as he was going over the terrain maps he had packed along.  Jester had been tasked with three squads of regulars to do with whatever they wished.  He had more things to concern himself with than what a pack of psycho scouts would decide to blow up, kill, and probably chop up into tiny bits for good measure.

In any case, his people were currently situated on an open plains area within site of Moorjay.  Random chunks of decimated Golan were still falling to the southwest of their position.  From the panicking troops that had run headlong in the fire of his hastily prepared lines to the streams of equally frightened refugees headed their way, the Golan option seemed to have created as much work dealing with its end as it provided by giving an opening.  Herding homeless civilians was not a proper job for the 508th. 

In any event, he had been tasked with destroying two shield generators, taking out any stubborn military units and in assisting with any assassinations Jester might have in mind.  He had enough to send along to town with the scouts and had the majority of his heavy vehicles moving to take out the generator facility to his northeast.  Barring resupply, his best move was to keep his troops here, fortify, and hope the enemy was too disorganized to bring a proper fight to him. 

Short on supplies, defenses, and equipment.  But alive.  Not too shabby on a day like this.
 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 6, 2004 11:20:10 PM    View the profile of Merrick 
Jester and the three squads of regulars they had taken with them had abandoned their vehicles as they drew close to Moorjay. Timms and the rest were taking care of the shield generators, and Jester got to cause general chaos in the city. Not that their entry to the planet wasn't already causing its fair share. They stopped before entering the main population centre of the city. "Frog, you take your team and the regulars, according to our info there should be some powerplants to the north. Take out a couple if you can." Firefrog nodded and headed off with most of the troops in tow. "We're going to pay a visit to the political sector, see if we can't take out some important guys, then maybe head over and take out some of the heads of military." Raiden, Shadow and Aeon nodded and followed Merrick through the city.

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Merrick crept through the dark house of some political big name or other. Aeon had been kind enough to use his slicing skills to shut down the power and the security systems for the whole block. A lot of politicians in this area apparently. Aeon followed Merrick quietly to the room where they could hear someone stumbling around in the dark. Shadow and Raiden would be doing something similar next door. Merrick opened the door to the bedroom quietly and crept in, signalling Aeon to wait outside. She took out her axe and grabbed the politican from behind just as his wife entered through another door with a torch. The wife screamed when she saw Merrick with her axe to the husband's throat. Merrick grinned at her just as Aeon shot her in the chest, and slit the man's throat before he could add to the noise. "Nice job Private" Merrick cleaned her axe on the bedsheets before they moved on to the next house, meeting a grinning Raiden outside.
 
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  RE: Chapter 8 : Army
May 7, 2004 12:39:47 AM    View the profile of DigitalAeon 
Aeon smiles to Merrick as the approach the next house. His thoughts linger for a moment on his training, and the recent use of his blaster. Through out training he had learned to use a blaster with quite deadly proficiency, even on moving targets, for one with such inexperience. He had trained for weeks for that moment, knowing that some day he will probably have to use his blaster to kill and actual person, not merely pointing at holo's, and shooting targets. Nothing quite prepared him for the actual ordeal.

After much consideration, he came to the conclusion that he much prefered programming and slicing. Such things require skill and subtlety, not the brutish mentallity of blaster slinging. In fact, I'm sure I could program some algorithm that could calcula-

The sound of a rifle whining cut his thought in two, which, oddly enough is exactly what the flury of blasterbolts would have done if he had been standing 5 centimeters to the left. Aeon looks up and catches a glimps of two psuedo military types in black para-military jump suits, both carrying very military blaster rifles. Behind them there was a table overturned, and what looked like an overbloated nerf behind it. All of this he saw as a gloved hand reached out and pulled him out of the line of another blaster burst.

"Aeon, you gotta learn to keep your head down" Merrick says with a sneer, sneering more at the fact that they're getting shot at than the fact that she got stuck with the private.

"Sorry Sir, I won't let it happ-" his voice get's drowned out by blaster fire, and Merrick is glad for it.

"Did you see how many there were?"

"Two, maybe a third, but I don't think the third was armed." Aeon replies, suddenly getting a burst of energy, and a flury of stupid ideas. Somehow the stupid idea that he has to make up for almost getting shot gets stuck in his head. Amazingly, at the exact same moment, he seems to forget that he is a slicer, not some master markman. These two events combined produce a chain reaction in Aeon, making him stand up and start firing ferociously into the two para-militaries. A couple shots come close to him, but really only singe his shiny new scout armor.

When the smoke finally clears he looks around, realizing that no one has been firing back for the last couple minutes, and that the paramilitaries are lying in rather large puddles of blood. A sense of almost pure, adolecent excitment comes over Aeon, looking over the damage he had done all by himself. He slowly turns, grining at Merrick from behind the helmet of his scout armor. He finds her, starting the gesture of giving the thumbs up as he notices something very wrong. Chatter over his helmet come, a frantic burst of noise, most likely a voice, screaming. Merrick reaches out to grab him again, but as she touches his arm, he feels a brilliant burning pain. The pain is so exquisite, he can not even tell where it is coming from, it just feels as if his entire lower right side has been set aflame, then doused in acidic chemicals. He moves his hand towards Merrick, or any Jester near him, but as he does, everything goes black, and PFC Aeon falls to the floor, his blaster and datapad (previously stored in his belt) clatter off in opposite directions across the ground as he collides with it.
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