(OCC. Sorry its so long, got a little bit out of control .OCC)

"You're better than him Kami...better than what he's trying to make you...."

"Numerous abrasions, bruises, a few broken ribs, a punctured lung..."

"He only gets away with what he does to you because you're letting him..."

"Nasty cut above and below her right eye, might scar..."

"If he loved you...if he cared about you...he wouldn't be doing this..."

"She's healing remarkably well, she should snap out of it later today, tomorrow morning at the latest..."

"I can't stand to see you like this...please Kami...let me help you..."

Kami's eyes flew open, her senses immediately becoming engulfed in a wave of pink.
Stretching a hand out slowly in front of her, Kami touched the glass, causing one of the shadowed figures to turn her way in response.

"There you go, just like I said. She's a strong one alright."

Swirling about in the bacta, Kami reveled in her painless movement, gently brushing her chest with her fingertips. Her breath was coming easily...her headache was gone.

The lid of the bacta tank slid open with a soft clang, spurring Kami upwards towards the white light of the medical room. A strong hand encased hers, pulling her free.

A young, tidy looking man unclasped her breather, and held her steady as she coughed up the bacta from her lungs onto the grate at her feet.
"Couldn't taste any worse could it?" He added happily as Kami doubled over again.

Clutching at the medic's arm like a life raft, Kami took a deep breath, then allowed him to help her down the tank's ramp.
"It's worse with internal injuries..." the doctor continued, leading Kami under a small refresher unit, "...you'll be tasting it for weeks..."
Kami forced herself to nod at appropriate moments, shivering as warm water coursed down her back.
"...one of my guys had like, two punctured lungs.... you can just imagine how bad that would have been..."

Another medic appeared at her side, wrapping a towel about Kami, and leading her further down the ramp.
The other medic trailed in their wake, switching topics at a million miles an hour.
"...so I told him, that's not my problem buddy, I didn't tell you to go train an hour after you got out of the tank..."
Kami stepped off the ramp, threw a thankful smile at the quiet medic, then jutted into the other medic's story, "Where are we?"
The medic stopped mid laugh, his hands raised in a imitation of a patient, "Oh...you're at main base Corporal. Your squad arrived a few days ago with a string of Rebel pursuers."
Kami looked around the threadbare room, "Are they ok? Where are they? Did we receive any new orders?"
"Whoa..." The medic raised both his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Don't ask me, I'm just the med guy."
He gestured to a nearby sleeping pallet and the small bundle of clothes resting on top of it.
"Those are yours; you can go and find out for yourself. Just take it easy ok? You're still not 100%"
Kami nodded, wrapping her towel closer about her, "Thank you Doctor..."
"Cartman" He grinned, giving a small bow, "You were a good patient...didn't complain about the hospital food at all..."
He winked, forcing Kami to give a weak laugh, before he span about and marched out the door at the far end of the room, his clipboard clamped in his hands.

Kami dressed quickly, ran her fingers through her wet hair, then stepped out after him.

Imperial troops rushed back and forth in all directions, crisscrossing about each other in a jumble of white, black and grey. Overwhelmed at the sudden influx of noise, Kami latched onto the nearest officer in sight, and screamed politely for directions.
After several minutes of yelling, Kami took off, slipping easily through the crowd towards where the Captain had directed her.
The noise and activity died down as Kami made her way towards the waterline and the makeshift docks of the camp.
"Kami!"
Rema popped abruptly out of a small building in front of her.
"Looking good" He grinned, winking playfully.

Hooking his arm about Kami's shoulders he steered her about a small storage shed.
"We've got a new guy with us," Rema said, weaving about a speeder bike, "His name's Giovanni. Nice bloke, a little too 'academy' for me but I'm sure that'll wear off after a few fights..."
They rounded a corner, and came face to face with the rest of the Dragoons, all of whom were slumped in various positions about the deck of the Rebel boat.
A chorus of cheers went up as Rema towed Kami out onto the boardwalk and into sight.
Grinning like a mad man, he bent and swept her into his arms, carrying her the last few meters over the ramp to the boat's deck.
Laughing, Kami had time to give the Sergeant a playful punch as her feet touched the ground before the squad swarmed around.
"I'm fine." She answered before any of them could start up the questions, "Tired...but raring to go."
Afyon smiled, then tossed a drink in Kami's direction, "Sit down then, put your feet up. We're just awaiting our new orders."
Dropping down next to TK, Kami pushed her hair from her eyes, before throwing a welcoming smile at the man who was standing uncomfortably next to Zafo.
Giovanni nodded back, raising his drink in salute.

"Ask how many Rebels were burned to get you back here in time Kam" Rema said, folding himself into an old deck chair set up next to Afyon.
"It's a good story."

Kami laughed,
"How many?"

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

Nice People

Giovanni thought as he finished his drink and gave the trooper sitting adjacent from him a quick smile. He got up and immediately looked for something to do. He wasnt about to spend the rest of the day doing nothing, it wasnt like him.

Sure, the rest of the troopers seemed nice, but socializing would have to wait. "If you dont mind, Im just gonna walk a while and see If i can find something to do," he said to Zafo, in a low voice. Zafo gave him a puzzled look. "Fine by me, just dont get in any trouble." Giovanni nodded politely, and walked away.

Nice People

He thought once again. It wasnt like Giovanni to deny a drink, or a chance to make a friend or two, but he didnt want to rush things. "I'll just make a friend some other day." He took out his keycard, and opened the door. He dressed down and climbed into bed. Music slowly filled the room. His eyes shut, and he let everything sink in. He was in. Years of work had paid off....He was finally there.

He rolled over in bed and rested his head on the pillow.

Gotta stop being such a hermit, dont wanna give people the wrong idea... He thought, as he went to sleep.
He had his entire life ahead of him, he'd need the rest.

"Lights off". The room faded to black.
 
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TRP/PFC_Giovanni Bryden/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoR]

"How can we be so sure something Is worth Living, If we are not Willing to Die for it?"

Kuroishi booked from his Trebuchet.

He had fired all the shots he could before two desturbing broadcasts had come over his comlink.

Apearently the New Republic was ready for this second raid or the Wraiths did not wait long enough for the emergency calls to come in to pull off a great deal of the security forces.

The second call was from Argon.  He was pinned down and Anubis had gotten himself shot in a vain attempt to help him.

Kuroishi could not hold his anger and frustration back any more.  The New Republic would pay for this.  Damn the mission.  Damn the low profile.  It was time to send a message.

Kuroishi ran to the loacation with one stop.  A drop spot where he left a rifle just for such a purpose.  He had managed to pick up enough gunsmithing skill in his years that with a few good materials he was able to have made a Timbique Edition Zues while also working on his trebuchet.

Kuroishi worked his way toward the complex avoiding weapon scanners where he knew them to be and New Republic security patrols.  Kuroishi knew where to find Argon.

Keeping his cloak around his body to conceal the rather large weapon he was now carrying Kuroishi walked calmly up to the guards that had positioned themselves to cut off any escape at one of the security complex's entrances.

"Proceed no further citizen this complex is under attack by imperial loyal terrorists.  Please leave the area now for your own safety."  One of the guards said.

"I know.  I ordered it."  Kuroishi said as in a flash he stuck a blasting block of C-8 to the face plate of the marine opposing him and kicked him into his assembled compatriots.

Pressing the detonator Kuroishi smirked as the few not caught by the blast now seemed very aprehensive about the figure in the black cloak before them.  What made it truely intimidating was that he was on the edge of the blast area and he wasn't even knocked off balance.

"You better run and get more reinforcements for me to slaughter boys."  Kuroishi said as he took advantage of the intimidation factor he had just created and just strolled into the complex's now open door.

Kuroishi walked calmly as he made way to Argon's position.

He chose his entrance well as he came to the location where Argon was pinned down.

Kuroishi calmly walked in the face of enemy fire as his presance became known to the Marines.

"Pitiful mortals.  I shall make you pay for daring to strike at one of my men."  Kuroishi said as he hefted the Timbique Edition Zues to his shoulder and advanced under blaster fire shrugging off hits.

The loud crack of half inch diameter rifle rounds cracking through the air sent the marines into a panic as for many thousands of years armor had been designed to be more and more able to shrug off blasters while slug throwers, especially ones using cutting edge technology, had long departed from the battle field and thier armor was not adequate against such weapons as a consequence.

Kuroishi knew the same to be true of the armor that had comprised the inner layer of his current disquise.  With a bit of cosmetic surgery and replacement of a few filter pumps it worked very nicely to conceal it's wearer as a non-oxygen breathing species.

[Author:  More later as the lab is gonna shut off internet access for a bit for network maintenance.  /Author]
 
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Kuroishi Wraith VEA
Daishi Raptor VEN
Assistant Writer Why Project Copyright Infringment
Ich bin hessliche amerikaner.
Agent of Wierdness
Nehmen mir zu dein frauen von vernunftig preis tugendhafte.
"And the sound of many heads hitting many solid objects was heard throughout the land." me
Avatar by scientist computer graphics subdivision of Clan Wombat.
"It's not what I'm on it's what I'm NOT on."-far as I know me
Agent of wierdness

"Bah! Alcohol will ruin your brain!" TK shouted.
"And it's the best thing there is Sarge!" Zafo replied.
"Well here, try some of my nuna soup." TK ordered as he pushed a bowl of bland looking soup towards Zafo.
"...Eww! Isn't this what Gungans eat?" Zafo asked TK with a disgusted look in his face.
"It's what you've been eating through this whole campaign. You might not realise it, but I've been putting some Nuna meat in your ration packs." TK informed.
"Oh God!" Sam suddenly blurted out.

Sam quickly ran towards the toilet.

"Is it really that bad?" TK asked.
"Aaah I'm going to turn into a Gungan!!!!" Zafo shouted as he also ran for the toilet.

Co-incidentally, Gio happened to step into the bar just as soon as Zafo ran for the toilet.

"... Did I... Miss something..." Gio asked.
"Aaah, Gio! Come try my Nuna soup!" TK ordered.
"Say no!" Kami swiftly intervened.
"Err... No..." Gio answered and sat down in a secluded corner.
"Damn it people, it's only Nuna!" TK angrily whinged.


 
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Senior Sergeant David "TK-112"Bowman
Field Cook in training
*DarkDragoons* - 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"
"You will obtain your ass upward! Fall your cranes and you will grip your noses! 0015 it is hour" - Faulty online translator

Zafo ran past. His face was a shade of red.

Someones had too much to drink... Giovanni thought. He smiled at the dragoons in the bar, and pondered why he had decided to leave in the first place. Although he failed to admit it, he felt almost at home.

"Hand me a glass..." He sat back in a corner and relaxed. This beat the hell out of being alone in a dark room. Zafo walked in soon there after. He had a trail of sweat running from his brow down the side of his face.

"Nuna meat...I cant believe I ate nuna meat..." Zafo said as he walked into the bar. "Come on, it cant be that bad. On second thought, I think I will try the soup."

The Bar went quiet. All eyes were on Gio. Before he could even reconsider his request, a hot steaming plate of soup was pushed right under his nose. The smell pierced through the room like cheap cologne. "Bon apetit!," said TK. Giovanni gave back a nervous grin.

"You mind If i have a glass of ale to wash this stuff down with?" Gio requested. He took his spoon and went to work.
 
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*DarkDragoons*

TRP/PFC_Giovanni Bryden/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoR]

"How can we be so sure something Is worth Living, If we are not Willing to Die for it?"

Giovanni put the spoon down and laid back. An applause slowly built up. He was one of the group, and all it took was a bowl of nuna soup, and the sacrifice of his stomach lining.

He gulped down another glass of corellian ale, and sat back, content. I could get used to this...He thought.Minus the nuna soup that is...

"Pretty good, no?" Said TK. Gio simply smiled and said, "Yeah, but i think it needs a little more salt." TK tasted some of the soup, stared into the green and brown liquid, and shrugged. "To each his own," he exclaimed. "Indeed," said gio, and he got up on his feet and called for a toast.

"I may not know all of you, and not all of you might know me, but one things for sure. I am one of the luckiest men in the galaxy, to be assigned to the Dark Dragoons with such a fine group of imperial men and woman." Gio looked around for Kami, to no avail. "Heres to the Imperial army, and most importantly, the Best damn group of men this place has. The dark dragoons." Giovanni held up a glass, and watched everyone in the bar put up their glass and scream and yell in acceptance.

Nice People, he thought.
 
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*DarkDragoons*

TRP/PFC_Giovanni Bryden/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoR]

"How can we be so sure something Is worth Living, If we are not Willing to Die for it?"

Another shot glass hit the table as Zafo drank to Giovanni's toast. After Zafo and the rest of the bar had settled down, Zafo leaned over to Gio

"You know, my friend...that was, was, was CRAZY. That's it, Crazy man. You were all like "Yea Dragoons!" and we are like Dragoons, ya know, so it was pretty damn cool!"

"Well I'm truly glad to be aboard" Gio answered, looking at Zafo a bit strangely

Zafo rambled on to Gio about the few adventures he had with the Dragoons. The things Zafo was saying didn't make much sense to anyone but himself, but Gio listened regardless. He flinched, nodded and laughed at various points which motivated Zafo to keep on talking. By the end of Zafo's rambling Gio seemed incredibly eager to go into the battle alongside the Dragoons.

"What a wonderful story, Zafo" Rema commented, with a grin spread across his face "Only I don't remember half those things happening"

Zafo turned to Gio and said "Don't listen to him man, he must be drunk"

Afyon, TK and Rema began recounting missions long over. Zafo's head swayed back and forth as he tried to concentrate on listening. The room was slowly spinning and he was getting very easily distracted. In the midst of his looking around he heard his name and snapped back to attention.

"Who knows how many times he almost went overboard on our way back" Rema said laughing "I Don't get it though, I was driving soo well"

The whole squad laughed. Many comical situations were brought up and laughed at all through the night.

 
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~ZaFo
*DarkDragoons*
TRP/LCP ZaFo/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE
~Keep on Rocking in the Free World

The old major rode up on his trusty subataar.  Covered in dust from making the long circuit of the Imperial/Clone front lines, he came in with the setting sun at his back. Donned in his clone trooper armor and covered with a ratty cloth cape and his ever-present floppy hat, cigarra clenched in his teeth, he was the very sight of....

"You know you look ridiculous, right?" Fury noted as he went back to cleaning out his rifle. 

The major stepped down.  "Hey, when you look like pretty much everyone else you know, some variety is a good thing.  It took us years to figure that out.  Besides, you're the oddball these days."  He had brought Fury his red stormtrooper armor when the main clone force had come up.  That and one of the few DC-17 rifles in the clone's armory; a fine a gift as any.

"Fair enough.  Let me ask you something; how exactly old are you guys?"

The major mulled it over.  "Well, the original clones aged at about two and a half times the birthed human amount.  They had gotten that down to a factor of 1.9 when we were decanted.  I guess, if I'm 33 as we all think we are, we're about 63 physically."

"You're pretty damn spry for being that old."

"It's the systems that are old, not the tissue.  That, and we haven't seen daily combat in over 12 years.  That helps a lot."

Fury grimaced a bit.  "Yeah, tell me about it.  When I was constantly in the field, I was always nursing a bruised rib or something from a blaster hit or being tossed about by explosives."

The major only nodded.  "The armor works, but only so well.  Anyway, everyone is in place, even your savage local Imperials. We should figure out what to do next."

"Agreed.  Thanks to you, the enemy is on the run in various locations.  We have the capital yet to take and a lot of small installations.  Basically, we're just left fighting the hard emplacements and grinding the enemy down until they are forced to surrender.  We have them outgunned and outmatched across the board.

"Most of their air power is eliminated.  Their forward bases are gone. We can move faster than they can.  We haven't had a pitched battle in days.  I imagine some of their bases and captured cities will be a pain, but effectively, they are done as a set-place army."

"That still doesn't tell us what to do."

"I have a couple ideas," Fury noted as he pulled up a holoprojection of the local islands.

[OOC] As usual, I've been asking for...and not receiving... status updates from each squad leader.  Please do so now as I do not want to beat this story into the ground any more than we have to.  Where you are, what you are doing, what's left.  ASAP please. [/OOC]
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PRF/HG Fury/VEA/TADATH/VE [SCP][PoC][SotE:HC][SotE:VEA][IOC]
Prefect - Stormtrooper Corps
Administrator - Imperial Center

Fury blinked twice into the upper left corner of his helmet and zeroed in on the village ahead of him.  Another series of blinks brought up a thermal display.

"That's a whole mess of enemy, Haden," he said to the clone Major.

The major had the good sense to put his helmet on in a combat zone, but still wore the cape over his armor; which, given the gleaming white with officer's stripes obvious to all, wasn't a bad idea.  Other clones had adapted a similar cloth covering to help them blend in a bit more.  Fury was considering the same plan given an opportunity to disguise the blood red tint of his armor a bit.

"Indeed.  They seem to have artillery in abundance as well.  We made the mistake of herding two regiments into the same valley, not knowing they had pre-positioned this location for a fallback objective.  Even if we brought in all the Imperials nearby, we'd still be outnumbered 3-to-1.  Any plans?"

Fury pondered.  "They aren't planning to break out.  They don't have anywhere else to go without being in the open.  We can't sit here and starve them out.  We can't bring fighters or walkers to bear without them being picked off by their heavy weapons.

"Alright, we do this with firepower and ugly tricks.  Grab your best troopers and we split into four man fire teams.  We walk in smoke from the artillery and send in a wave of AT-TEs and whatever the regular Imperials have.  They establish a defillade near the village edge.  Engineers can sneak up and work on that tonight. 

"After the smoke, the enemy should come out and get ready for us. That's when we lay some some chemical weapons and choking gas and take out some of their number.  Their main advantage is their numbers.  Let's make that a liability as well.

"After that, some more smoke and we move in.  We start taking out forward artillery and anti-tank emplacements, slog through their numbers and begin to take the place.  They've got an elaborate trench system but not a lot of hardened emplacements.  If we move fast, we'll hurt them bad."

Haden mulled over the holographic sandtable they had been using.  He looked up with a purpose. "Just for fun, let's send sappers and scouts in tonight along with some headhunters.  Ought to keep the heat off the engineers if nothing else.  Let's get the rest of the command in on this.  Like you said, there's no use trying to wait them out."
 
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PRF/HG Fury/VEA/TADATH/VE [SCP][PoC][SotE:HC][SotE:VEA][IOC]
Prefect - Stormtrooper Corps
Administrator - Imperial Center

Kami walked up to the bar door, only to find her squad leaving, excited expressions on half sober faces.
"Hey, Ka..." TK skidded to a halt, Gio slamming into him from behind.
"Ow...what the..." Gio's sentence trailed off as his eyes ran along Kami's tattoo, "Wow...that's new..."

Kami flushed under the attention "What's the news?"
Her squad continued to stare at her, until Afyon blinked, and cleared his throat, "We just got new orders. We're city bound with two AT-ST's and a couple of speeders."
Kami felt a grimace tug at the corners of her mouth "Sounds  like easy work..."
Afyon grinned, "Should be interesting."
Turning to his frozen squad, Afyon rose his voice, "Keep moving! You've got two hours!"

The Dragoons started into action, Zafo collapsing onto Kami as he wobbled forwards
"Kami!" He drawled, the stench of whiskey on his breath causing Kami to recoil, "Yous...you still..."
He stumbled, almost collapsing to the dirt, then burst out laughing, "Wooo, that was a close one."
Kami slid an arm under his shoulder, shooting a look of distress at Sam as Zafo's dead weight threatened to pull her down as well, "Help."
Sam grabbed Zafo from the other side, helping to prop his feet back under him. "I'm not sure he should be piloting anything for a while..." He murmured, as Zafo let out another burst of maniac laughter.

Zafo took enough of a break from laughing to look offended, before he doubled over at Kami's feet.
Kami groaned "Dammit Zaf...I just shined those boots."
 
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Iron Horse Squad
-=silly caucasian girl likes to play with samurai swords=-
-=pretty...what do we blow up first?=-
ASL/SGT kaMi/1SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [CoR] [IG] [GCA]

    After tossing ZaFo into his bunk and making sure he didn't have imediate access to any of his weapons, Sam headed off to go and pack his stuff.
    He opened his pack and placed in his E-11 blaster and plenty of ammo. He shuffled all his gear in his bag tring to fit his DLT-20 Light Repeating Blaster into it. It didn't quite work, the barrel of the weapon was still hanging out the top of the pack.
    "Sigh, maybe I don't need to bring it anyhow," Sam thought to himself, "Or maybe I could strap it on to the pack instead of putting it in side it."
    With that Sam opened a cabinet and pulled out some rope. He fastened the blaster to the outside of his pack. Sam took a step back and admired his clever way of bring along an extra weapon.
    "Anything else I need?" Sam asked himself aloud. "I guess I should bring some grenades, Not too sure how well they will be used but it can't hurt to have any extra nukage."
    Sam strapped on two banoliers of grenades. He then put on his armor and holstered his Scout Blaster Pistol at his side and headed out the door, looking like some kinda Rambo wanna be.

 
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TRP/LCP Sandwich Sam 2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]
*DarkDragoons*

    Squall snapped his head as the speeder flashed by.  He grew intense for action, but realized that nothing was happening.  He shined off his shotgun that he found in the raid, and kept it close to his side.

    "Lets go get those AA site takin out boys," Rizz commanded.  "Squall, you get with Snipes, and Virius, the rest of you come with me."

    Squall followed his command, and followed his two fellow squadmates.  The other team split off in another direction, to take out the AA placement from the right, while Snipes, Virius, and Squall would take out any rebels in the area, and come in from the left.

    As the AA placement came into sight, a troop carrier took off from the station.  Snipes took aim, and let of 3 shots from his rifle, dropping 3 different soldiers.

    Snipes picked up his com and signaled Rizz.  "Sentries down, you guys are clear to move in, we'll cover from the left side"

    Squall looked more towards the right to see Rizz and the rest move in.  Rizz lifted up his hand to signal clear, so they moved in.

    Upon arrival at the AA site, Squall looked around.  Nothing too serious going on.

    "Hey Squall," Snipes said.  "Why don't ya place a satchel on that AA.

    "Yes Sir," Squall replied.  Squall walked over to the back end of the AA gun, and inserted the satchel on the back.  The whole squad made their way away from the AA gun, and took cover.  Squall took his detonator in his right hand.

    "Here we go guys," Squall said excitedly.

    He pushed the little red button, and the explosion rocked the ground.  He looked behind his soldier to see the gun explode into peices.  A smile came upon his face in pride.

   
 
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Private First Class Squall
Trooper (TRP) - Raider Squad -

TRP/PFCSquall/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [EW1]

Kuroishi's injuries while not as serious as Anubis' did keep him from moving around too much.  Soon he would be back to full mobility but he was begining to wonder.

Should he?

When was his last victory?

How could he justify the existance of his squad on thier rapidly declining track record?

Noticing another presance in the room Kuroishi lifted his head and turned to face them.

"Well now it seems you've gotten yourself into a pickle.  What now?"  Daishi his otherself said standing near the door.

"I do not know.  I've lost everything I used to believe in.  I have killed civilians, suffered defeat, and because of my audacity I nearly lost a man."  Kuroishi answered.

"No home, no family, and you're not willing to make friends anymore.  With how many have betrayed us I can't blame you though.  The train was not your fault though, it was not listed on any schedule you could find.  So what if you didn't accomplish your propossed mission?  Defeat happens to the best.  Anubis's injuries were bad and I know the kind of loyalty you have to your troops and how much they have toward you.  So scrubbing the mission to take care of them is justified in our books."  Daishi countered.

"Vengance is a poor reason to continue.  Yet it seems to be all I have.  Besides war is no place to contemplate such things."  Kuroishi said as he turned away from his otherself.

"True enough but you must contemplate many things.  You've done a lot in the past while.  Take some R&R.  I'll keep an eye on Wraith for you.  Heck I'm rather reduntant in the Navy right now anyway since I'm getting too old to be a pilot anymore."  Daishi said flatly.

"Thanks."  Kuroishi answered.

Daishi left the room and tapped a message to assemble Wraith squad in thier briefing room into the comm system.

Daishi proceeded there and was greeted by familiar faces.

"It's been a while.  Kuroishi needs some R&R so I'll be keeping an eye on you guys.  Nothing special right now.  No orders from above so we'll just be sitting tight for now.  Unfortunately this is a Star Destroyer not a pleasure cruise or else I'd tell you to let loose and have some of your own R&R.  So make do with what we do have then gentlemen."  Daishi barked.

Daishi knew full well the Veterans of the squad that had been with him since Eridani could tell it was him instead of Kuroishi.  The newer members were probably still a bit disoriented by seeing the same face and hearing the same voice coming from the same man but in a VEN Rear Admiral uniform instead.
 
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Kuroishi Wraith VEA
Daishi Raptor VEN
Assistant Writer Why Project Copyright Infringment
Ich bin hessliche amerikaner.
Agent of Wierdness
Nehmen mir zu dein frauen von vernunftig preis tugendhafte.
"And the sound of many heads hitting many solid objects was heard throughout the land." me
Avatar by scientist computer graphics subdivision of Clan Wombat.
"It's not what I'm on it's what I'm NOT on."-far as I know me
Agent of wierdness

The Dragoons tried to stay out of the way of the many technicians running around the motorpool. Afyon came running in from the far entrance and made his way over to the rest of the squad. He dropped his load of bacta and other various medical equipment. He seemed rather discouraged.

"Everything fine?" Zafo asked as a couple of bacta pads struck his foot.
"Yeah, Yeah" Art muttered "Just had a hell of a hard time getting these things. Alright you guys, follow me"

Everyone picked up their packs, along with a few medical supplies and followed art through the crowds to a quieter corner of the motorpool. There were two technicians running about making some final adjustments on an AT-ST.  When they saw the Dragoons approaching the ran over to Art and spoke incredibly quickly

"The AT-ST had a minor leg malfunction, but It's now working like never before. We added even more armour to your armoured speeder and made a whole bunch of minor adjustments to the rest of your vehicles. Everything is in top shape."

"Thanks you two" Art said nodding his head thankfully
The two technicians smiled at his gratitude then ran off towards the other end of the motorpool.

"Alright, listen up" Art began "The rebel neighbourhood is about 30 kilometres from here. There are no transport ships available to bring us there, nor is it necessary really, its not that far. Anyways, we'll just bring the vehicles there ourselves. Not even 3 kilometres from the rebel controlled area, there is a small refuelling station we will stop at, just so our walkers and speeders can be at their absolute full potential. These seating plans aren't necessarily permanent, but for now It'll be: Me piloting the armoured speeder, Sam Piloting a Walker, Zafo piloting the other, Rema piloting a speeder and TK piloting the other. Kami and Gio, I'd like you two manning the speeder's guns. The walkers don't need gunners on our way there, however once we arrive at the refuelling station, they will be assigned. If there is an emergency, I'm sure our two crewman will be able to man the guns themselves." Art through Zafo and Sam a supporting smile. "The two speeder will go first, simply because they have ready gunners and are faster. I will give you directions to the station via comlink. So load up and get ready to head out."

Each Dragoon walked over to their packs and headed over to the vehicle assigned to them. Zafo clambered up to the cockpit of the AT-ST. He waited from his high spot until he saw the three speeders slowly drifting out of the hangar. Zafo started up the walker, and marched it down the road, to a hopeful victory.


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~ZaFo
*DarkDragoons*
TRP/LCP ZaFo/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE
~Keep on Rocking in the Free World

Anubis exited the briefing room somewhat confused by what he had just seen.  It took Fish to explain to him about what Daishi was, and to calm any fears Anubis had about seeing 'Kuroishi' in a VEN Read Admiral uniform.

Anubis slowly returned to his quarters.  Pain was beginning to return to his back.  When he arrived, he layed onto his side to avoid brushing up against the wound.  While much of it had healed externally, there still remained a good internal injury.

After several minutes of continued pain, Anubis decided to make a trip to the med bay.  After several examinations and injections, Anubis felt a little better.  The pain inhibitors injected into his back would numb the pain, but also make moving his back difficult.

After spending some time contemplating on what to do next, Anubis decided it would be wise if he rested again.  Returning to his quarters and his cot, Anubis began to rest, to hopefully ease his pain and worry.

Enter the realm of Dreams

Who are you? Anubis spoke to the figure that had entered his dream.  Anubis took a few steps back, then took out his blaster and aimed it at the dark figure.  The figure ignored this, and came closer... Stand back, stand back or I'll fire! Anubis warned.  However, the figure walked closer, and closer.

Anubis aimed and fired.  The figure kept coming, and Anubis continued firing.  Fear entered Anubis, seeing that the figure wouldn't go down.  Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
 
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TRP/CPL Anubis Benor/4SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE
Wraith Squad
Vast Empire Army