"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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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
"Only Trust your Allies as much as you can Predict your Enemies."
"Do you expect me to talk?" "No Mr. Bond, i expect you to die."
"Luke, I am your Fasha."
To Nom Anor, a truly superior Yuuzhan Vong.
TRP/ASL/CPL Rema/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][OPE] [AM-B][AM-S][AM-P][IH][SoA]

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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"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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Senior Sergeant Jikkyo "Fallen Angel" Nimiichi 
Assistant Squad Leader (ASL) - Raider Squad -
AS-3/ASL/SSGT Fallen Angel/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR] [RoM] [BC] [BoA]
TRN/IN Phoenix/Training 1-3/VEDJ/VE/Lopen

"Me? I always tell the truth...even when I lie. So SAY GOODNIGHT to the badguy. It's the last time you'll ever see him. Watch out there's a bad guy comin through." Tony Montana

"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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Senior Sergeant David "TK-112" "Tweak" Bowman
Trooper - Vast Empire Army
TRP/SSG TK-112/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE [CoR] [IH] [BoA]
"Winner of the let's imitate TK-112 for a day competition"

-----------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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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
"Only Trust your Allies as much as you can Predict your Enemies."
"Do you expect me to talk?" "No Mr. Bond, i expect you to die."
"Luke, I am your Fasha."
To Nom Anor, a truly superior Yuuzhan Vong.
TRP/ASL/CPL Rema/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][OPE] [AM-B][AM-S][AM-P][IH][SoA]

    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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FTC/SSG D-13/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE[BoA] [ES1][BC]
TRN/IN D-13/Training 1-2/VEDJ/VE
I love this symbol>
Snowtroopers forever!!!!!
"Being unconquerable lies with yourself; being conquerable lies with the enemy." -Sun Tzu

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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First Lieutennant Rizzit
Wildcard Platoon Commander
Army of the Vast Empire
PC/1LT Rizzit/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[OPE][OTH][EW1][RCoD][CRoM][CoH][OPA][SoA][SoS]
Everything expressed truly from your heart and soul is as pure as gold in the minds of anyone who listens!"--Rizzit

    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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Lance Corporal
Frank "FlyingKnight" Carter
-Raider Squad-
TRP/LCPL FlyingKnight/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]
"Be polite. Be professional. But have a plan to kill everyone you meet."--USMC Rules of Gunfighting

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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Jester Squad
TRP/GSG Merrick/1SQD/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [CotE][SoA]
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To thy protection fear and sorrow flee, and those that weary are of light find rest in thee.
If you love something, set it free. If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it.

"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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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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First Lieutennant Rizzit
Wildcard Platoon Commander
Army of the Vast Empire
PC/1LT Rizzit/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[OPE][OTH][EW1][RCoD][CRoM][CoH][OPA][SoA][SoS]
Everything expressed truly from your heart and soul is as pure as gold in the minds of anyone who listens!"--Rizzit

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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Senior Sergeant Jikkyo "Fallen Angel" Nimiichi 
Assistant Squad Leader (ASL) - Raider Squad -
AS-3/ASL/SSGT Fallen Angel/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR] [RoM] [BC] [BoA]
TRN/IN Phoenix/Training 1-3/VEDJ/VE/Lopen

"Me? I always tell the truth...even when I lie. So SAY GOODNIGHT to the badguy. It's the last time you'll ever see him. Watch out there's a bad guy comin through." Tony Montana

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

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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Jester Squad
TRP/GSG Merrick/1SQD/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [CotE][SoA]
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To thy protection fear and sorrow flee, and those that weary are of light find rest in thee.
If you love something, set it free. If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it.

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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Jester Squad
TRP/GSG Merrick/1SQD/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [CotE][SoA]
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To thy protection fear and sorrow flee, and those that weary are of light find rest in thee.
If you love something, set it free. If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it.