Merrick left Frog in charge of the base defences for a while and found a place to slip outside and back towards the city. Those couple of squads of regulars were still being attacked by some of the Moorja military, pretty close to the biggest residential area. She snuck through a gap in the enemy line and joined the regulars where they were taking cover from the enemy fire. She found the squad leaders and quickly told them her plan, to which they all eventually agreed. They started giving their orders as Merrick set off again, in the direction of the central residential area of the city.

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It wasn't too long before the regulars managed to maneuver the enemy into attacking them in the middle of the residential area. Merrick nodded as she watched from the top of a building. "Nice to know they can do stuff right now and then." They had even managed to coerce the enemy into using explosives to try and flush them out of their hiding places. Perfect. Merrick left the roof of the building and walked through the building shouting out to the occupants. "The army is attacking the city!" Soon they were doing enough damage that Merrick didn't even have to do anything to get the civilians angry at their army, who should be defending them. They couldn't see the regulars that their army was attacking, though.

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By the time the Moorja army realised what was happening, a large civilian mob was attacking them for destroying their homes and risking their lives. Merrick grinned as she and the squads of regulars left to head back towards the base they were still defending. Hopefully, the civilian's anger would extend to that part of the army as well, and help Jester and the 508th flank the army and force them to surrender or flee.
 
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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.

Kuroishi made a quick survey of the ak ak guns around the perimeter of the space port.

The defences were well placed but with Wraith squad it wouldn't be long before the guns were down in a large enough arc to allow landings.

"The civilian power seems to be down in this area.  Argon, I want you to see if you can locate the back up systems for these guns.  The rest of us will try and create a distraction to let you work unhindered.  Once you find it, blow it.  There is like more then one back up generator for these guns so try and focus your efforts on the south side.  There is likely a primarily infantry garrison with each gun and a armored force working the perimeter.  Let's work fast."  Kuroishi briefed.

Argon quickly disappeared off into the shadows to find his targets.Kuroishi lead his squad through the urban area built up around the space port.

"I count sixteen infantry in fixed positions around the gun and eight more on roving patrols.  Allright I got the patrol leader."  Kuroishi whispered as the squad came upon the first gun.

Kuroishi traded his blaster rifle for his sniper rifle and lined up his shot.  A loud crack later and the patrol leader was dead.

The highly accurate gunnery of the Wraith squad veterans began to make short work of the patrol before it found sufficient cover.

"Three made it to cover but I managed to get one in the shoulder."  Stonefish said as he took cover from return fire from the fixed positions.

"Well that should draw the bulk of the enemy forces away from Argon, now let's see about finishing off the forces here so we don't get squished between infantry and tanks."  Kuroishi replied as he poped from behind cover long enough to take a snap shot at an e-web crewman.

Kuroishi counted four shots he had used from his sniper rifle so far, 196 left.  Time to switch back to his double barrled blaster rifle.

Blaster bolts flew through the air as the two forces traded shots.  The Wraiths had the advantage in expierience and marksmanship but the rebels had time and numbers.

"Those tanks will be here any time now, so how are we going to finish off this garrison?"  Stonefish asked as he poped a fresh clip into his rifle.

"We've managed to whittle them down a bit.  Time for a frag grenade I guess."  Kuroishi said as he pulled the pin and hucked the grenade right under the ak-ak gun itself.

Kuroishi traded a few more shots until the grenade detonated taking the ak ak gun with a few infantry from the garrison.

"Pull back."  Kuroishi said as he started laying down cover fire.

The dull hum of heavy engines could be heard as Wraith squad pulled back, the tanks had arrived.

Kuroishi halted his squad behind a short storage building.

Peering round the corner he could see a light hover tank of a design for urban fighting.

"Well I think we have the point tank right around the corner and I can hear at least one more maybe two farther down the road.  Here's the plan.  I'll see if I can make it across the street to that office building.  The rest of you figure out some way of getting the tanks' attention without getting yourselves killed then find cover.  If we're lucky I can take all three out before they have a chance to turn us into atomized particles.  At least one tank will be out of action."  Kuroishi said as he readied himself to sprint across the street.

Kuroishi ran as fast as he could acroos the street to the office building as he heard repeater fire behind him.  Not bothering to slow down Kuroishi crashed through the doors of the office building and quickly made his way to the roof access.

On the roof Kuroishi saw the lead tank persuing the three members of Wraith left on the ground while the other tank Kuroishi could only hear before was moving down the street on the opposite side to the building Kuroishi occupied.

"Time to improvise."  Kuroishi muttered to himself as he placed a blasting block on the roof and set it for command detonation.

Quickly running back down to the ground floor Kuroishi placed another block on the wall facing the tank firing on Wraith.

Running back up to the roof and grabbing a grapple rod Kuroishi anchored it into the far wall where the other tank was coming from.  Letting out the cable Kuroishi checked on the other tank and found it to be in position.  Getting back over to the far wall he triggered the blasting blocks and was rewarded with one burried tank.

Kuroishi now had to wait an agonizing few seconds as the remaining tank approached.

Drawing his vibro katana Kuroishi leaped off the building and hit the top of the turret hard.

With a quick slice of his vibro katana the turret pintle mounted repeater was destroyed.

Kuroishi was rewarded with a foolish crewman who decided to open the hatch to see what was going on up on the roof.

Pulling the pin off his last frag grenade Kuroishi stuffed it in the Sullustan's mouth and forced him back down the hatch.  Slamming it shut Kuroishi was rewarded with a dull thud.

Now to deal with the burried tank.

"Fish, Mandor, Sam.  You should be clear to meet me by the office building."  Kuroishi commed as he freed in his grapple rod.

The four Wraiths gathered by the building with a collapsed side that now covered the tank that had been threating them before.

The tank was still operational as it was trying to free itself but failing.

"What you say we get ourselves a ride?"  Kuroishi said as he marched toward the rubble.

Kuroishi climbed the shifting rubble and began clearing the rubble from the hatches.

"Get ready, the crew will be out in a moment and keep to cover because this thing may be able to free itself now.  Fish toss me a frag grenade."  Kuroishi barked as he opened the top hatch and tossed it down into the tank without pulling the pin.

As he had hoped the crew didn't reckognize that it was not an armed grenade and panicked.  The crew was exiting the tank only to be decapitated by Kuroishi or shot down by the other members of Wraith.


 
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Kuroishi Wraith VEA
Daishi Raptor VEN
Assistant Writer Why Project Copyright Infringment
Ich bin hessliche amerikaner.
Nehmen mir zu dein frauen von vernunftig preis tugendhafte.
"And the sound of many heads hitting many solid objects was heard throughout the land." me

Glancing inside the fire control room to see if there were any more nasty surprises, and seeing nothing, Kami stepped back and signaled to the rest of the group. Afyon, Strats and the others moved quickly forwards, her squad leader giving her a quick once-over, "Not hurt?" Kami shook her head, but pointed at Rema, who was still clutching his head and groaning, "No Sir. The Rebels seemed happy enough to take the majority of their anger out on Rema." Rema grimaced, and threw a black look at the private, "I'm fine, let's keep moving."

Strats, who had moved into the fire control room popped his head back out into the hallway, "It's okay, the guns are still disabled. All the Rebels managed to do was turn the security back on."
TK, who had moved up next to Kami threw her a smug smile, and received a blow to the arm in response, "Don't get too cocky," Kami teased.
"Enough." Afyon's dour tone brought Kami back to the reality, "We need to take out that Command Center. Now."

This time Strats and his team took the lead, the Dragoons lagging behind to cover the rear. After several more twist and turns the hallway began to grow in size, signaling the Imperials close proximity to the Command Center. The group slowed, but continued forwards, eyes scanning for any signs of the enemy.  After just a few hundred meters Strats stopped at a t-junction, brought up his rifle, and motioned for the E-Web to be brought forwards. Two troopers complied, lugging the gun to the front of the pack, and setting it into place. Strats signaled once more to Afyon, then gave him a hopeful thumbs up.
Turning back to his squad, all of whom were tensed and ready, Strats dropped his hand in the command to open fire.

18 rifles and an E-Web let loose with all they had, filling the hallway with bright flashes of crimson. "Move!" Afyon shouted over the noise, pushing Kami forwards after Rema and TK, who had began to run forwards towards the left of the junction. Kami complied, swiveling around numerous engaged troopers, and sprinting after her squad mates. As she reached the end of the corridor and skidded to her left, Kami threw a quick glance over her shoulder to see what they were fighting against, and felt a smile of grim satisfaction spread over her face.

The Rebels were huddled at the right junction of the corridor, still behind the steel barricades, and still guarding the huge blast doors of the command center. But instead of hundreds of Rebel defenders, Kami counted no more than two or three dozen, of whom were now pinned behind shelter as the E-Web unmercifully pounded their position. In stark contrast, Strats and his boys were in a perfect place. The corner of the corridor provided plenty of cover, and the consistent fire of the E-Web meant that none of the Rebels could advance towards their attackers.

Turning her gaze forwards, Kami saw Rema and TK dart into the storage room where they had stored their uniforms. Kami followed a step ahead of Afyon, Niko and Zek, who jammed the door shut behind them. Grabbing at her armor, Kami quickly rid herself of her Rebel skin. As soon as she fitted her helmet to her head she felt her shoulders relax. At least now she didn't feel like a sitting target...
The rest of the Dragoons, all back in faithful white, watched uneasily as Afyon struggled to get back into his armor, his face showing the pain of his shoulder injury. Niko stepped forwards and aided the squad leader in securing his armor, minus the chest plate, before a pale-faced Afyon addressed his squad. "Okay, Strats has them pinned down, so we're going to have to do most of the work here."
"You mean... charge them?" Kami asked
Afyon clipped his helmet on, "Yeah, charge them, and take as many of them down as you possibly can."

Kami waited for her heart beat to increase, and for the inevitable flash of fear to roar up in her stomach, but was momentarily stunned when it didn't.
She let out a soft laugh as the Dragoons slid open the storage room door and prepared to assault the Command Center.
After all she'd gone through on the Golan... attacking a fortified command center didn't seem like such a suicidal idea after all...

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

As they headed towards the speeder, Slash gave his new superior a bit of a wry smile.

"Well, I used to be in the Dark Dragoons...and then, I got hit on the posterior armor by the heavy hammer of Imperial beauracracy and transferred to this backwater dirtball..."

He gave a shudder at this, then grinned in his manic way.

"That was five months and a whole bunch of sanity ago. Now that i'm back on active Army duty, i guess they could only find a single outfit where a sithin nutter like me could fit in...Jester."

He then reached back and pulled out his comset and A280, the comm's on/off switch having been taped to the rifle's butt, and just grinned wider.

"By the way...i'm your new comm guy. Air support, dustoffs, take out orders...whatever you need, i'm your man."

(OOC; hope that was good. it's nice to be back.)
 
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Lance Corporal D. "Slash" Veran

TRP/LCPL/1Sqd/2Plt/1Co/1Bat/1Reg/1Div//VE

Merrick sat in the doorway and looked at the chaos outside. There had been a few more squads in the city than she'd thought and the civilians were having trouble breaking their lines with the meagre weapons they'd been able to find, which mostly consisted of bits of wood and kitchenware. So they'd decided to stick around for the show. Frog was on his way with the rest of Jester and the reinforcements that Fury had sent. This should be interesting. The squads of regulars that had assisted in creating this situation were picking off some of the enemy to give the civilians a better chance.

Merrick was sitting back until the backup arrived, truth be told her injury was giving her trouble, especially with the added weight of having her armour back on. But there was still much work to be done, so she got up and stretched as her comm beeped at her. "Merrick, we're almost there. Don't have all the fun without us ok." Merrick chuckled. "Frog, you got Aeon with you? I have a job for him."

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"..he and his guards were slaughtered by non-imperial standard weapons in the middle of the night. I don't think we can trust our army anymore. The city needs to be declared a neutral zone, or the Imperials that are here will slaughter the civilians for being rebel supporters." The politicians had called an emergency council to decide what to do about the army apparently attacking Moorjay, and even the Jester's use of non standard squad weaponry had played into their hands. Merrick and Aeon were sitting concealed in a room adjoining the meeting room listening for the outcome. The majority of the council was for declaring Moorjay and possibly the whole planet neutral to save their own butts.

"Frog, how's it coming? The verdict is in, city is hereby a neutral zone. Let's dispose of the enemy openly now." Frog nodded and passed it on to Jester. "C'mon boys, we're helping these civilians now, the place is about to be officially neutral."
 
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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.

The explosion rocked the Golan Platform. The combined strength of frag grenades and plastic explosive almost deafened the gathered troops.

The door, which had helped shield the troops from the explosion was torn free from the wall, and shot down the hallway. Squall watched in horror as two troopers in Roden's squad were caught by the door and ripped to pieces. He failed to suppress the lurching of his stomach as arms landed on the deck with a faint *thud*, and proceeded to evacuate his lunch.  Blood rained down covering the deck and the few unlucky troopers who stood near enough in a warm sticky shower.

The shock of these deaths barely had time to register, because Rizzit heard a cracking. He peered around the now empty hatchway, just in time to see the transparisteel windows of the bridge shatter.

The vacuum of space began its ravenous devouring of the air inside the Golan.  Clinging on to a nearby waterpipe, Substance could hear the screams of the few surviving Rebels as they were sucked into space. Soon those screams were followed by Imperial ones, as many regulars who had failed to grab onto something were pulled into the control center and out into space.

Their screams died in the void, as their blood boiled and their bodies swelled. Over his shoulder Substance saw the pipe Knight was hanging on begin to give way underneath his weight. Knowing he was the only one close enough to do anything, he released one of his hands from his perch and reached for FK.

FK, who suddenly realized his precarious situation tired grab onto Substance's arm. Fate it seemed, had a different idea for the young Lance Corporal. When he shifted his weight to reach for Substance, the pipe tore free.

"KNIIIIIIIGHT!!!" Substance screamed, his voice barely audible over the roaring winds. He watched in horror as FK was pulled towards the control center, being pulled relentlessly into the void in an unfair game of tug of war.

In his mind Knight knew that this was it. He wasn't afraid, he accepted death as being part of the job when he took it. His only regret was that he would die in this way. Betrayed by his own plan. He had just closed his eyes and prepared for darkness when suddenly, he hit the deck with a thud.

His eyes jerking open, his mind racing a million klicks a second, Knight sat up and looekd behind him.

No more that ten meters away was the empty space the windows had once held back. As he got his mind under control, the truth of what happened dawned on him. The magnetic field generators had kicked in, sealing off the bridge.

Falling back over in disbelief of his incredible luck, he stared at the ceiling. Three figures appeared in his vision, Substance, Rizzit and...Snipes.

Leaping to his feet, he lunged at Snipes, taking the big Sergreant off guard . They both crashed to the floor in a heap. Knight smacking the hell out of Snipes, who refused to defend himself.

"YOU...COULD...HAVE...KILLED...ME!!!!" Knight screamed.

It took the combined strength of Substance, Rizzit, and the  newly arrived Squall to tear Knight off of Snipes.

Breathing heavily, Knight choked down his rage, and began to calm down.

"Sorry Knight," Snipes said, sitting up and asjusting his helmet. "But you didn't tell me about the viewports."

Rizzit laughed despite himself, but his laughter served to ease the tension that had come between his two troopers.

"Ya," Knight said chuckling, "I kind of did screw the pooch on that one."

Rizzit opened a channel to Dimwar on his comlink. "Sergeant, get those turbolasers online. We have a Star Destroyer to defend."

Cheers rose from over the com, followed by Dimwars voice. "Roger that sir, turbolasers coming online......now."

A distant whining could be heard from the bowels of the platform, reminding Rizzit of a swoop race he once watched on Sullust. "Knight, change the IFF transponder to Imperial frequency. Substance and Squall, target all turbolsers on the Golan the Dominion is slugging it out against. Snipes, you take the torpedo launchers. Lets do some damage."

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"General!" Captain K'wislin yelled. "We have a new friendly on screen. Big one too."

"What?" Fury blinked in disbelief. "Where did it come from?"

His answer came in the form of barrage from 35 turbolaser batteries and 20 torpedos flashing past the front of the Dominion. Taken aback by the firepower that just barely cleared his already batter ship, Fury thanked the maker that it was friendly fire.

"Sir. new signal has been identified as the NR Golan III defense platform Loki." K'wislin reported.

A smile crept over Fury's face, the first smile since the engagement began. It only widened as the Golan that had been rocking the Dominion broke into pieces under the new barrage. It's breaking up was cut short by an explosion which incinerated the platform.

Rizzit comes through again. Fury thought to himself, relaxing back into his command chair. I'll have to buy him a drink when we get through this...IF we get throught this..

"K'wislin!" he shouted. "Get us a new target and damage reports.  And contact Rizzit! Feed him our targeting data."
 
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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

From the backseat of a large posh civilian landspeeder Jester had carjacked earlier, Hashi spitted laser bolts of death out of the barrel of his repeating riot gun. The 300 round baby was the perfect weapon for the job as he aimed and lined up shots at the Moorja infantry scattered in and around residential blocks.

Next to him was the Jester's new comtech Slash, but for the moment, his comset and other signal gizmos were put aside in favour of his A280 ass-piercing heavy blaster rifle. His marksman skills were abit rusty, having been out of active duty for months. But he was a good enough shooter.

In the driver's seat was Firefrog, who seemed to be taking this wild ride through town like a pleasant drive. He hummed cheerfully and tried browsing through Moorjay's local radio stations, but all he got back was static. The rest of the Jesters were either with Merrick or taking their own initiative to cause havoc on the enemy, fighting alongside regulars of the 508th.

Firefrog leaned back in his seat made of rancor leather, his hands in control of the wheel. "Having fun? Take out as many of them, there's a good lad. Drinks on me to the one who picks off the most."

Hashi grinned while Slash looked dismayed. The former knew he could bag it easily. "This is gonna be easy. It's pratically a duck shoot out there." Both Slash and Hashi stuck the barrel of their guns back out the window, and started counting their kills aloud.

"1 rebel bag of sh*t.. 2 rebel bags of sh*t.. 3 rebel bags.."

"This is easier than shooting mynocks of a wall!"

Retaliation shots were soon heading their way, but with Frog at the wheel, their landspeeder was smoothly dodging the enemy fire. A couple of well aimed hits managed to find the trunk of the speeder, causing only superficial burns. The speeder wasn't theirs, anyway, so it was ok.

It was drive-by shooting Jestah style.
 
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Sergeant Hashi Shiyun [IH] [SoA] [LoR]
+ SAW Goon, carries really big gunz +
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- Jester Squad, Advanced Recon Commando.

Merrick emerged from nearby, chuckling. "Nice air." Frog beamed. "See, we found her!" Merrick shook her head and picked her helmet up from the ground where she'd left it. "Well boys I don't know about you, but I need a rest. As far as I know there's not all that much left for us to do in this city, and I'm sure as hell not going into the crumbling lands." Frog nodded too much for the amount of talking Merrick had done. She looked at him curiously but soon shrugged it off. At this point Aeon came limping up to Merrick and saluted. Hashi and Frog mocked him and wandered off chuckling, dragging Slash with them. "Don't you three go too far. Yes Aeon what is it?" He took off his helmet. "Uh just thought you might want to know where the enemy's wounded and command are disappearing to, sir." Merrick nodded. "Sounds like something Fury would want us to break up. Where is it?"

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"The wounded and those in need of more ammo go in that building, they've started up a makeshift hospital and rearming station. Next door is where the remainder of the high command are hiding. I think they are also plotting to kill more of the politicians for declaring the city neutral." Merrick nodded. "Thanks Aeon." They were in an area of the city that was almost all destroyed now, laying behind a pile of rubble looking at the buildings across the road. Hashi and Frog were betting on who would get to kill the most officers, and Slash was still wondering what the hell to make of his new squad.

"Well, we'll go in and kill as many of the High command as we can, Frog your team can do that. The rest of us will see about finding their weapon cache and blowing it up I guess. Don't kill the injured ones, the civvies won't like that. Oh, Slash you're with me now. Aeon, stay here." Everyone nodded and headed off in their appointed directions.
 
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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.

"Okay," said Kuroishi, wiping the blood from his vibroblade, "manning a hovertank is a three-man job - driver, gunner and commander. Who wants to walk point?"

Stonefish raised his hand.

"I'll do it, boss," he said, "I saw something interesting on the map anyways."

"Okay," replied Kuroishi, "Go check it out, we'll get this thing out of here and join you in a minute."

Stonefish nodded and turned away, walked down the side of the crumbling office block and into the alley behind it.

The buildings on either side of the back alley loomed tall and cast the small walkway in perpetual shadow. Stonefish made his way slowly down the side of the office block, eyes penetrating every shadow for signs of movement. The feature ha had noticed on the orbital photograph earlier had been a supply depot made out of an old refueling station. If things went according to plan, the republic troops would find out why ammunition and fuel did not mix well with explosives.

The end of the alley approached, and Stonefish could hear someone talking on the road ahead. Since no imperial troops were supposed to be in this sector apart from the Wraiths, Stonefish worked on the assumption that they were republic soldiers, and began to plan his way across the road to the alley on the far side. The veteran soldier edged his way up to the corner of the building and drew a small mirror from his belt. He extended the mirror out beyond the edge of the brickwork and took a look around. He could see a sandbag roadblock around ten metres up the road, manned by at least a dozen men wearing republic uniforms, and backed up by three light repeating blasters mounted on tripods behind the wall of sandbags.

I'll never get across this road without being spotted, thought the grey-haired warrior.

Stonefish leaned back and looked to the sky for inspiration, and then he noticed the walkway bridging the road a few storeys up. It had been damaged at some time, probably some hover-car accident, but the imperials had arrived before the local authority had time to repair it, but it looked traversable. Stonefish doubled back up the alley to look for a way into the building which joined the aerial footpath, all he could see was blank brick wall for most of the way back to where he had entered the alley. The imperial soldier returned to the corner and took a look at the wall which adjoined the road with his mirror. No more than four feet up the wall was the door, and a glass door at that.

Waiting for his moment, Stonefish whirled out and around into the doorway while the guards at the roadblock were not looking. He pulled a length of cordite from his pack and ran it around the edge of the glass, ran out a length of fuse and checked the guards. They turned again, and the imperial dived back around the corner, holding the end of the fuse. When he was back in cover, he attached a detonator to the fuse and armed it. Not waiting, Stonefish fired the cordite and dived back around and through the door. Shouts came from the guards at the roadblock, and he could hear feet coming his way.

Not much time.

A few feet into the corridor on the far side of the door, Stonefish stuck a laser trip mine on the wall and armed it.

That should buy me a few seconds.

The ageing imperial ran down the hall, and found the staircase, a grand-looking open affair. He quickly attached remote charges to the underside of the staircase and dived up.

"Halt!" came the call from the hall Stonefish had just exited.

Damn! They spotted the mine. Oh well, nothing for it now!

He threw two more armed charges on the balcony and dived for a doorway. As soon as he was clear, he detonated all the charges.

The walls of the building shook, and the door to the room Stonefish was hiding in was blown clear off of its hinges and hit the wall on the far side. Stonefish peeked outside.

How lucky am I!

The charges on the underside of the stairs had blown a sizeable chunk of marble into the wall above the entrance hallway, collapsing the ceiling for a few feet back into it, and killing the first few troopers after him. The one on the stairs had become nothing but a bloody smear, and the balcony had been blown off the wall for a dozen feet on either side.

Stonefish took the other door out of the room and headed for the top floor. When he reached the top level, he looked out of the window and spotted the ammunition dump at the end of the alley he was heading for. He took out his macrobinoculars and looked down the alley.

My lucky day! Stonefish silently exulted.

He took out his communicator and signalled Kuroishi.

"You got that tank out yet, boss?" he asked.

"Roger that, Fishy. What's your 'something interesting'?"

"Those idiots have made a fuel station their ammo dump, and I'm looking at it right now. How much elevation have you got on that cannon?"

"Everything but straight up, why?"

Stonefish pulled out a datapad and ran a few calculations quickly.

"Bearing zero-niner-zero degrees, elevation six-three-mark-five."

"Roger that, zero-niner-zero, six-three-mark-five. Firing."

Stonefish heard a thump and a shell whizzed over the road, arcing down toward the fuel and ammo dump.

"Shot," said Stonefish, "Now, brace yourselves."

The shell impacted in the centre of the fuel dump, right where Stonefish had aimed them, and the explosion rocked the building, shaking flakes of plaster from the ceiling. Stonefish was thrown flat to the floor in the shock wave. When he regained his feet, he looked out the window to see four blocks around the dump were nothing but rubble, right up to the far side of the road. The troopers that were manning the roadblock, those that were standing, were running to see if there were any survivors.

"Nice. That did it," said Kuroishi.

"Freeze!" said a voice from behind Stonefish.

"Hostile on my six," he whispered into the comm, "Protocol delta-six."

Stonefish thumbed a button on the rear of the communicator and heard the electronics fizzle into an inorganic mass. The ageing warrior dropped the device and raised his hands.
 
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"Ill be right down gunny, im just gonna give our buddies here a little help in taking the rest of the platform." Rema called to Afyon as the squad got up to head to the hanger.

"Just make sure you're down there ASAP. We wouldnt want to miss all the fun on the planet now would we." Afyon said with a smile as he marched the Dragoons out of the CC.

With power cut to the entire weapons system of the Golan, it was more or less a hunk of metal floating in space. As Strats and his men set up a perimeter around the CC, Rema closed and locked all the blastdoors in the Golan except those that led to the hanger. Rema further attempted to cut the shields to the still Rebel occupied section of the Golan, but wasnt sure if he succeeded.

The techs were arriving in the hanger bay and started slowly making their way up to the Command Center. Rema stood up from the terminal he sat at and exited the control room. Striding past the quickly constructed barricades that blocked direct access to the nerve center of the Golan, he couldnt help but be puzzled by the fact that the taking of his vital area was easy. Strats and his men were good he knew, but it was still too easy. Rema gave a nod to Strats as he entered the elevator. With a push of the button the doors slammed shut. Rema had the bad feeling he wasnt going to see Strats alive again.

Slipping on his battle scarred Stormtrooper helmet, Rema winced in pain as it settled on his head. The smack from the rebel earlier had dazed him, but it still hurt enough to slow him down. He would have to get a stim pack and slap a Bacta patch on it before they landed on Moorja.

Rema stepped from the elevator, entering the corridor leading into the hanger. The once quiet hanger was now chaotic. Soldiers ran from place to place unloading and transporting supplies. The lone freighter in the hanger before was now kept company by two shuttles and an Imperial Lander. A lone white figure stood in front of the lander talking with technician. Walked toward the all to familiar scene, Rema gave Afyon a nod and headed into the Lander. The Dragoons were all strapped into their seats when Rema arrived on the scene. Slipping off his helmet he slapped a small Bacta patch on his head and stuck a stim pack into his body.

Shaking his head from the sudden burst of alertness, Rema picked up his helmet and secured it back on. He headed up towards the cockpit and stuck his head inside. Two pilots didnt even notice him as they prepared to launch the shuttle. A blue light flashed inside Rema helmet signifying a private Comm. connection.

"Yes Gunny?" Rema said opening the channel.

"Is everyone all right in there?" Afyon replied.

"Yep, everyone is strapped in and ready to go."

"Good, im gonna give you the mission brief now. Once we hit the atmosphere, we are heading toward a shield generator outside a city the Vast Empire forces are sacking. Its in a hilly, forested, and rocky area. It will provide a lot of cover, but a lot of space for ambushes. A squad of repulsor troopers will be accompanying us for this mission. We will land roughly 2 klicks from the generator and go in on the ground from there. This is going to be a quick in and our mission. Lets not get bogged down."

With that the channel closed and seconds later Afyon walked into the crew compartment. The shuttle lifted off as the Gunny began the briefing for the rest of the squad. Rema secured himself standing up as the shuttle moved from the hanger bay. Staring out the cockpit window, Rema saw the massive space battle raging on. Then the giant planet of Moorja dominated the window. The shuttle accelerated and blasted toward the Rebel planet.

 
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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]

    "Snipes!" we've got another job, lets get to the hanger bay." Rizzits voice was loud, even though he stood barely five feet away"Everybody, lets go, turn your station over to a reg, except you two" Rizzit pointed at two Regular Officers" bring your squads with me, we're going planet side"

    "Right!" the regulars said almost in usinsion before turning away to assemble thier squads.

    it was only a few seconds before the group was running down the hallways, the regulars hard pressed to keep up, and it was only a few minutes before they reached the hanger bay, resistance was almost non-existant in the Golan now.

    "Snipes, you think you can hotwire that YT?" Rizzit asked as they halted infront of the ship.l

    "of course, just give me a sec" Snipes didnt give his luetenant time to respond before rushing in and tearing out the command console, by the time the others had reached the inside Snipes already had a preflight sequence started.

    "thers no room in here for this many people!" one of the Regulars exclaimed.

    "of course there is"Snipes spoke over the Regulars leader" Regulars get to ride in the cargo hold, wich is empty, i'm looking at the readout now."

    "alright, can you fly this?" Rizzit asked

    "i need a co-pilot" Snipes said, he could manage without but it made things easyer. Rizzit sat down next to Snipes in the co-pilot seat." alright, reroute all the power into engines, please, even life support, kick in the emergancy life support for this short trip."

    "alright, captain," Rizzits emphasis obiously ment Snipes was being a bit too bossy, and Snipes couldnt handle another hit, so he moderated his tone.

    Snipes waited the eternity for the preflight sequence to finish and for the hanger doors to open, he kicked in full throtle as soon as he could fit the ship threw them, it was a tight squeeze but he had made it, he swung the vehicle into a tight 180 and gunned the engines again, straight into the planet, it was only then that he reliased his mistake.

    "Rizzit! do we have coordinates?!" Snipes was surprised he had overlooked the detail.

    "its ok, they should be apearing on the nav ystem in a second." Rizzits teeth where gritted." isnt this a bit fast of an aproach."

    Snipes looked at the speed, it was amazing this ship shoulding make it, but between all power to the engines and the natrual gravity the ship would tear itself apart soon."ya i suppose it is" Snipes gave a few quik fires of the retro boosters to slow them down to a safe yet still insanely fast aproach.

    Forunatly the rest of the trip was uneventfull, they landed on top of a hotel in the city, under light AA fire, they didnt crash wich was amazing enough on its own.
 
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The Comnet Hermit
-Raider Squad-
TRP/SGT Sniping101/CrazyRAIDERS/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA]
"A spanking new Athlon reduced to a Gameboy Emulator"- Gabe from Penny Arcade.
"As long as their is Space, Im going to stare off into it"-Garfield
I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout. When I see an ARC all short and stout, BOOM!  He flies through the hall and out. -anonymous

Frog dashed across the road, the roar of Hashi's machine gun above his head. Nearing the entry, he pulled one of his own smoke grenades from his pack, and tossed it through one of the higher windows, to give Hashi a little bit more cover to get across.

Getting to the entry, Frog launched himself at the door, feet first. The door splintered and gave way, leaving Frog on his arse on the other side, and causing a few seconds pause in the armed guards watching the door. Which was just enough for Sokudo to lodge knives in their throats. Getting up with a grin, Frog brushed the debris off himself, and drew his weapon, leading the way up the stairs.

The hallway on the second floor was deserted, so the lads started trying doors, most of the rooms were empty, with the occasional one housing a scared rebel, who promptly met his end. Eventually they came across one of the sick rooms, filled with the casualties from the ongoing battle. A few of them looked up at their entry, and some even tried to run, or at least drag themselves, away from the Imperial armoured men.

"Relax fellas," Frog said, "We're not here to massacre the injured, but if any of you could point me towards some of your more healthy comrades, I'd be happy to send them to join you!"

One of the injured rolled off his stretcher, and when he rolled over onto his back, brought a hold-out blaster to bear on Frog. Quickly, Frog dove to one side, flipping over a man with an arm missing. Coming to a kneel, he opened fire on the armed man, soon realising the Sokudo and Tylen were also in on the attack. Walking over to the now corpse, he gave it a good kick.

Somewhere in all the blaster fire, the floor had apparantly become weakened, and Frog's kick was the last it could take. A reasonably neat circle of floor disappeared into the hole, taking the corpse with it. A squeal came from below, and peering into the hole the Jesters saw that the hole led down to a small room on the ground floor, where Hashi had just been searching.

"Oh so thats where you sithspawned fools got to!" Hashi yelled up at them, "It was beginning to get boring, killing everything on my own, why don't you throw me a rope?"
 
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(-Vast Empire-) Sergeant Thomas "Firefrog" Phennir
TRP/SGT Firefrog/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][BoA]
Jester Squad
+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
The stupider people think you are, the more surprised they'll be when you kill them.

As the tank came down the road to Fish's position Kurishi could see an infantry unit on the ground looking relieved to see one of thier tanks.

"Not today suckers."  Kuroishi said as he triggered the co-axial repeater.

What ever opposition Stonefish was facing was appearantly distracted enough by the firefight between an NR tank and an NR infantry squad that Stonefish took care of his own problem.

"Now to finish off opening the hole."  Kuroishi said as the Wraiths began to move again.

By now Argon should be in positin and all he should need is a distraction.

"Target designate one seven six decimal four three mark zero one zero decimal zero two.  Fire when Ready."  Kuroishi ordered as he looked through the commander's periscope.

The main gun of the tank let out a loud crack and flash as the shot raced directly into the ak ak gun Kuroishi had spotted.

"I'll man the roof top repeater.  Sam take the coaxial.  Mandor keep us moving as much as possible."  Kuroishi said as he popped open the roof hatch.

This was going to be interesting.
 
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Kuroishi Wraith VEA
Daishi Raptor VEN
Assistant Writer Why Project Copyright Infringment
Ich bin hessliche amerikaner.
Nehmen mir zu dein frauen von vernunftig preis tugendhafte.
"And the sound of many heads hitting many solid objects was heard throughout the land." me

With a couple more Golans offline, and an Admiral in pocket to negotiate with the rest, the battle for space was winding a bit; at least to the point where the Dominion could lick its wounds and start slapping hull patches as needed. 

Over the past hour the tepid coffeine in his cup no longer had a pronounced tilt, which meant that the inertial dampeners were more or less repaired and stabilized.  Maybe the captain would stop whining like a boy who had lost his pet.  Actually, he doubted that very much.

For now, all the army had to do was await a proper deployment window to drop the rest of the troops.  These were soldiers either fresh from the academy or drawn from militia duty.  The premier reservists were already headed for ground with the 341st Legion and the 89th Rifles.  The 508th was in sad shape after bearing the brunt of the assault and was tasked to be beefed up with the 112th Heavy Infantry Battalion.  The 201st Legion and its tanks were also headed groundside. 

Basically, the best the Empire had in the Outer Rim were now getting the combat experience needed to take the fight back to the Corps.  The assaults on Fresia and Bilbringi were feints to this move.  An entire fleet was moved to Metellos to counter the inevitable attack which had never happened.  Both were valuable missions, but more for how they caused the NR to react.

Now they faced the hastily formed Fifth Fleet, a mix of privateers and large capital craft.  It was enough to blunt the thrust of the Vast Empire Navy, but things could have been so much worse.  Indeed, their response to an assault on a major border defense world was laughable at best. Imperial minelayers under heavy escort were even now seeding the three possible approach vectors for a fleet coming in from Yag'Dhul.  Mopping up the current threat was yet an issue, but reinforcements would be nothing more than so much merry fireworks.

Fury wished his people were destined to have so much luck.  As it was, they were just holding the line. Hopefully the dust would shake itself off and the lightning quick attacks the Imperial Army was known for would begin to show in all units.
 
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PRF/HG Fury/VEA/TADATH/VE [SCP][PoC][SotE:HC][SotE:VEA][IOC]
Prefect - Stormtrooper Corps
Administrator - Imperial Center

Stonefish sat slumped against a remnant of steelcrete block wall, resting a moment, before moving on to his next target. Over the last few hours, a number of things had changed the way his day was going. The first had been the republic trooper sneaking up on him.

"Freeze," said a voice from behind Stonefish.

"Hostile on my six," the imperial whispered into the communictor, "Protocol delta-six."

Stonefish thimbed the button on the back of the commlink and heard the small acid charge fizzle into the circuits, turning the delicate circuitry into a usless inorganic mass. The ageing warrior dropped the device on the floor, and raised his hands.

"Turn around," ordered his captor.

The grey-haired veteran turned to see a youth, barely out of his teens, wearing a republic uniform at least a size too large pointing a blaster carbine at him, and muttering urgently into his commlink.

"On your knees," said the young soldier, and Stonefish complied.

Just at that moment, the building was rocked by cannon fire as a hovertank commander misjudged his target and the shell slammed into the lower floor of the commercial block of which Stonefish and his captor occupied the top floor. The young republic warrior stumbled, and Stonefish took advantage of the moment, pulling a tiny blade from its holster up his sleeve, and ramming it home in the youth's eye. Stonefish kicked the carbine free of his hand before it seized up as rigor mortis set in. The convulsions did not last long, and soon the youth was dead.

A quick search of the dead soldier's pockets revealed his commlink, currently tuned to republic frequencies. Stonefish flipped up the access panel and re-tuned it quickly to the current imperial frequency and entered the day's encryption code.

"Stonefish to Kuroishi," said the imperial, "Cheers for the distraction, that was looking bad for a minute there."

"No problem, Fishy," came the reply, "What the hell is delta-six, anyway?"

"I thought that was a code-phrase for 'I think I'm captured, destroying my communicator so they don't get the encryption codes.'"

"Oh. Right. What are you using now?"

"A dead man's commlink."

"Roger that. You clear now?"

"Yup, and I have me a nice Republic uniform to wear for a bit as well."

"Nice. We'll meet you at the roadblock, and you can stash your imperial uniform in the tank for a bit. You may need it later."

A Republic lieutenant walked over to Stonefish and his group, and he jumped up offering a reasonable salute.

"We're pulling back again, soldier, get your gear and report to the starport."

"Yes, sir!" replied Stonefish.

The ageing imperial picked up his gear and joined the ragged column headed back to the base of operations for this sector at the starport. As he walked, he activated the communicator.

"Hey boss," he said in hushed tones, "I'm headed to the starport now. As soon as I arrive I'll get you some intel."

"Roger that, await your next communication. Off to make some more fireworks at that gun battery you passed ten minutes ago," came the whispered response.

A few minutes later, the man in the stolen republic uniform rounded a corner to see the starport itself for the first time. It looked like the entire city defence was collapsing back on the starport complex itself, maybe to deny it to the invaders for as long as possible. All the approach routes looked to have been blocked off with heavy tanks and fixed anti-infantry, and anti-armour weapons behind hastily erected prefab steelcrete barricades. From a cursory inspection, Stonefish could see several snipers manning balconies and windows, and at least a full division of regular infantry camped out on the landing pads. This was going to be ugly.
 
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