Jakireth laughed softly, gazing at Hellra's stone-set face. She hadn't changed expressions since they had encountered the last batch of rampant idiots attempting to murder them, and with the glasses recently bought covering the majority of her face, the rest seemed to form one large frown, effectively creating a humorous image.

Slowly recollecting himself and flooding his entire body with the now calmed anger, they moved on, rushing through the nearest pathway and the large groups of unknown citizens. Nearly every one of the people the pair had passed seemed to be concentrating on another issue, or waiting for another event to occur. Of course, the normal stress and workload of an average person always distracted one, leaving them racing to accomplish something else.

At that basically random thought (especially for an operation that could allow for ambushes or firefights at any moment) Jakireth lifted his head, sighing into the wind that breezed over the surface. Taking in a deep breath and briskly returning his head to its normal position, Jakireth noticed the sudden diversion of Hellra's attention, leaving her with a fixed line of sight that was pointed toward the closest enemy guard.

As she tilted her head in his direction and indicated a plan, he tightly clasped the thick robe layering his body. Acquired earlier to prevent the natural arrest or outright battery that would occur if standard stormtrooper armor was worn, the heavy pieces of clothing tend to shift, revealing the garmets worn underneath, and reinforcing the need to close the opening.
"What do you see?" Jakireth mumbled slightly, moving his lips just enough to make the message clear, and remove the possibility of misunderstanding.
Hellra smiled as she prepared to speak, anticipating his inquiry: "There's a large amount of enemy soldiers lining the perimeter of that building, the one a few yards back from the guard making his patrol route..."
Realizing her point, he placed a grin on his face as well and added:
"Storage facility? Military stronghold? Weapons maintenance? Whatever it is, it's important enough to be under strict protection, and well worth a look..."

The two decreased their walking speed, immediately stopping to take a moment to set up a make-shift plan. Leaning on a storefront wall as they thought, Jakireth stared upward, his gaze filtering out everything except the designated building's roof.
"No security forces are anywhere close to the upper levels. . .but no access ramps or ladders to those points. . ." he placed his head in his hands for a moment, contemplating a solution, and resumed the statement, "The shop buildings and recreation areas in close proximity with that guarded structure might provide a point of entry, the nearest one even connects the two with an air shaft."
She crossed her arms for a moment, examining the possible faults that could weigh down the objectives, but eventually nodded in agreement:
"Sounds good, but, we need to move quickly. We don't know how long the others can go without a fresh set of field supplies..."

Taking in the idea, Jakireth slipped on his hood, pointing to the security guard Hellra noticed earlier. "Watch his movements, he might become suspicious. . .and, I hope you're not afraid of heights."

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Lance Corporal Jakireth
- Raider Squad -
Assistant Squad Leader
Army of the Vast Empire
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ASL/LCPL Jakireth/3SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA[LoR]
Rep/Reporter Jakireth/NewsRep: 2/News Division/VET/VE

Storm, you better get your ass in gear, cause Wildcard's gonna make it hot in here.

Hellra smirked at Jakireth,
"Me, afraid of heights? I live for heights, come lets just retreat to the shadows. I think we should wait till nightfall, something tells me those guys might be there for a long time still.  Dusk is soon approaching, then we can move into action" Jakireth nodded his head though he was iritated at Hellra's sudden change of plans. He was the ASL after all between them. They strode down the street while slowly but surely blending in with the late midday shadows casting from the buildings. The decreased they're walking pace to a stop in a narrow alley. Hellra shred her robes, letting it drop on the ground before starting to rummage through her backpack. Seconds later a small spray can appeared in her hand.

"What is this for?" asked Jakireth curiously.
"Our armour screams Storm trooper from a mile away, I just want to blend in with the night, the white is a bit blinding" answered Hellra while she got rid of her storm trooper armour.
"Good point, mind if I borrow it?"
"Nope" said Hellra as she shook the can before positioning her armour. Seconds later the sounds of black paint spraying sounded through the air. Hellra was fascinated by it as the white turned to black where she sprayed her designated targets. The now black armour sported a new dull gleam, but white spots still seemed to stare at her from the edges. While getting rid of her leg armour, she handed the can to Jakireth.

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Hellra leaned her head against the wall supporting her head. She scowled at the uncomfortable position she had placed her legs in causing them to cramp. She and Jakireth were making small chat as they for their armour to dry and for dusk to pass.
In the process of answering a question Jakireth's ComLink sounded softly, he quickly silenced it by answering it. Hellra listened intently while fumbling with her glasses.

"This is Jakireth over"
"You have a new recruit coming your way, we dropped him off not to far from here,-"
"How is it possible that you were not detected?" interrupted Hellra into the ComLink.
"A cloaking device can do wonders Corporal, PFC Marka will arrive shortly----"
"Where exactly? We're split up currently, Hellra and I are getting some supplies from a town, and inspecting something here" stated Jakireth,
"Ah, we dropped &&&. forest, he&arriving&& Raz&&. Short&." said the voice before the connection gave a final stutters and died

Hellra shrugged before relieving her self from her cramped position. She stretched as she walked over to her armour.
"Communication must have bin cut or blocked," she said.

"We should prolly get going," muttered Jakireth as he followed her example.
Hellra gave a simple nod, before her head disappeared through her armour, only to reappear on the other side.
"Ya, we should, nice and dark now"
Hellra walked to corner where the street seeped into the alley, she peered around the corner to see where the guards were with her binoculars. Jakireth slipped his armour on hastily.
"What can you see?"
"Mmnothing, much, most of them seem, lazy and sleep, means their shift should be ending soon, better get going now while these guys are still on duty, their senses are lax at the moment. "Mumbled Hellra before turning to face Hellra, she raised her eyebrows at him. His armour were fully sprayed, no white spots leered at her from his armour, as her armour seemed to do.

"Nice pain job,"
"Can't say the same for you" replied Jakireth while pulling om his robes. Hellra shook her head before getting her own robe from the ground&
"Lets get going, you said something about heights?" she said, while securing her newly acquired dagger to her side,


(I had a writer's block, so its not one of my better posts...:/)

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--Corporal Hellra--
- Raider Squad -
FTL/CPLHellra/2SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA[LoR][ES2C]
Storm, you better get your ass in gear, cause Wildcard's gonna make it hot in here.
The world is about me, it revolves around me, take that in mind... :P

PFC Marka was wandering carefully through the forest, searching for any sign of life. The white armour that covered his body stood out amongst the brown and green of the flora of the planet. His vibroblade was slung tightly across his back, and his E11 Blaster was at his side while his left hand was moving the various branches out of the path. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he kept going anyway. A very faint noise reached his ears, and he stopped walking. He was unable to identify it, although it was getting closer. He looked to where he thought the noise was coming from. Then he recognised the noise as that of a speeder.

"Ahh.....some sport....." Marka whispered to himself.

He crouched, and placed his rifle on the ground. He cautiously removed his vibroblade from its sheath and waited for any sign of movement. Without notice, the speeder burst through a patch of bush and came to a halt about 100 metres left of Marka's position. The soldier, obviously a rebel, dismounted from the speeder and sat himself against a tree. He looked tired, and he was sluggishly drinking from his bottle, looking rather comfortable. Marka took this chance to make his way around behind the soldier, although he had to do this slowly, and keep his distance as his armour would surely be seen if he wasn't careful.

He had made his way around behind the soldier successfully, and was now on the opposite side of the tree he was sitting against. He crept closer until he was in striking distance. Marka raised his vibroblade over his right shoulder, stepped next to the man, and brought the blade down into his chest. The soldiers face changed from that of surprisement to utter agony within seconds, and then he was dead. Marka grinned, wiping his blade across the sleeve of the corpse.

Marka made his way to where he left his gun. He put his vibroblade away once he found it, and walked back to the speeder. He took some bacta, and some water from the bike and then left it, as he walked in a random direction.

After roughly 15 minutes of walking he spotted a fellow stormtrooper, and then another. They seemed to have seen some heavy action. Despite his preference of working alone, Marka was relieved to see something he recognised. He picked up the pace, and made his way towards the only two specks of white in a sea of green.

The two men jumped to their feet as they saw Marka. One of them, a shorter but sufficiently dangerous looking dark haired man raised his gun, but lowered it at the realisation that Marka was, in fact, one of their own.

"There was a rebel out there on a speeder, all on his own, grabbed this from his bike too, you look like you could use it" Marka said, throwing the bottle of water to the taller of the two, a man with short brown hair. He really looked like a soldier.

"Thanks...who are you?" asked one of the men.

Marka took a seat on a fallen tree and removed his helmet, "PFC Marka, reporting for Raiders squad"

OOC: This is my first attempt at one of these...

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Private First Class Marka
Raider Squad
TRP/PFC Marka/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/Tadath/VEA/VE
[LoR]

    Darr-Rann loaded the blaster rifle, tossing it over to Garet. He shook his head and sat down, taking out his datapad.
    "If you have the chance, grab it next time before you leave."
    Garet looked at Darr-Rann's rifle.
"You're using a replacement weapon too." He said, sitting down and examining his weapon.
    Darr-Rann glared at Garet, and he shut up quickly.
"We were ambushed, my gun was destroyed in fight."
    Garet sighed. "Thats not what I meant... No one gets me." He got up and walked away, leaving Darr-Rann to his work.

    Slick walked over to Darr-Rann, sitting down beside him.
"This mission sure has been fun, eh?" He asked, taking out his own datapad.
    "Yeah sure, expecially the parts were we keep nearly getting killed." Darr-Rann said without looking up, busy in writing up his report.
    "Anyways Darr..." Suddenly he stopped raising his hand in warning. Darr-Rann nodded in understanding, his hand going to his rifle...
    "Put your gun's down, its just me and the others." Yillis said, raising his hands in a mock sign of surrender. Slick sighed and lowered his gun. Darr-Rann rolled his eyes and got back to work.
    "We didn't find Garet." He said, dropping his stuff and sitting down with them.
"Don't worry about it, he's back already."
    Yillis sighed. "So all that fighting was for nothing..."
    "Pretty much." Darr-Rann said, a smirk coming across his face. Yillis grumbled and shook his head.
    "It's just Hellen and Jakireth to wait for now. Anyone want a game of Sabaac?"


A short post, but I had writer's block, and I wanted to try to get some writing done, trying to get the story moving
 
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Wildcard you better hide your face, cause Storm is gonna rock this place.

-=Lancer Squad=-
FTL/LCPL Darr-Rann/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR]
LANCE CORPORAL
one of few - A vast Empire medic
Read Losses of Vandetta by me and Hellra

Hellra sat huddled in her robes, hugging her self, as Jakireth stood on the roof studying the guards. Mere moments just after they got on the roof, the guards shifts ended. She stood up, keeping her arms folded to keep the robes closed, keeping the blustery wind out that bellowed around them. A shiver ran down her spine as slight howl sounded as the wind rounded corners, and rattled the loos doors from their hinges, and made the peasant windows flap open and shut. Her exposed skin burned in the icy temperature.

"Jak!" she yelled, knowing it would be impossible for the guards to hear her voice over the wind. He turned around, his calm face, setting in a frown.

"Lets just get down the shafts, the only good we re getting outside, is freezing to death!" she yelled, though not angrily. He gave a slight nod, and strode over to the nearest ventilation shafts they spotted earlier.  Tugging at it, it slowly wriggled lose, he shook his head in amusement at the way rebels seemed to guard their fortresses, and buildings...pathetic.

"Ladies first" he said motioning Hellra to the now open shaft. Hellra scoffed.
"Coward"
He simply smirked, before long she found her self-crawling through the narrow shafts. Her spine crawled with anticipation, her senses were more alert then it has been in months. The last times her senses were so sharpened, was when she was siding with the rebels. Now she was against them, and she didn't even know why.

"Move your ass Hell, we have to get out of these vents quickly, they might spot us, and fry us in here" muttered Jakireth. Hellra had no problem quickening her crawling pace, the idea of being fried alive not in the least appealing to her.

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Hellra peeked around the corner of the wall, her head snapped back quicker then a heartbeat.

"They spotted me," she whispered barely audible to Jakireth who stood next to her. His stature towered over her, intimidating her, a slight bit. Seconds later the sound of cautioned steps neared them.
"Well, shoot them" he ordered. She meekly gripped her DC-15 blaster pistol. If her hands weren't gloved, the pistol would have slipped from her sweating hand. She stepped away from the wall, to halt them in the hall.

"STOP", her voice quivered in fear of shooting them. They stopped immediately gazing at her in fear. Her weapon was in her hand. Theirs were not. Her fingers were curling around the trigger, in case one of them moved...She felt Jakireth stepping behind her.

"What is blocking the communication?" he asked, calmly while unclipping his vibroblade. The two rebels eyes widened at this small motion, it had a powerful impact on the mind though. Hellra's lips twitch into a slight smirk. Jakireth certainly had ways off making his points clear. Hellra studied the two rebels, the taller one of two she nicked Red, his red mane of hair sticking in all directions from under his helmet. Red seemed to be in his late twenties, his lanky form had a slight robust build to it, indicating his experience and training as well. The smaller one of the two had thin black hair, or where used to be as bald spots danced across his uncovered head. Baldy was the perfect nick for him.

"Now comes the part where you actually open that damn mouths of yours, and give us the answer" ordered Hellra, she stepped forward, unclipping her nearonic whip from her side. A low hum filled the air as she activated it. A bolt flashed and curled around the whip. She let hung limply at her side, though careful not to get stunned by it.

"We are wasting time," muttered Jakireth, softly, yet loud enough for Hellra to hear. She nodded and lifted her hand, her arm was poised in the air, and ready to strike when Red opened his mouth. She stopped her swung, and gazed at him expecting to an answer.

"Its just the current area where your squad mates are, that's cut from communication. We have posts every few miles, monitoring?"
"How much posts is there?" asked Jakireth. Red closed his mouth as Baldy jabbed him in the ribs.
"Shut u---"
"You shut up old man!" yelled Jakireth stepping forward as well, and raising his hand to back hand the rebel. Before he how ever could execute the movement, several voices and the sounds of boots running, sounded up.
"Come on, lets get out of here, get rid of these men," ordered Jakireth. Hellra stood, shocked to the ground, not able to move. The same to happen with the rebels standing in front of them, Their faces paled as their eyes widened. They should have expected it.
"Can't we just knock them out?"
"Dammit Hell, you didn't sign up to knock men out, you signed up, to serve the Empire, now do it, or are you still one of them?" muttered Jakireth. Suddenly the sounds of approaching rebels were forgotten. Time seemed to freeze,

He's testing my loyalty

Red looked up surprised,
"One of us? You were one of us?" hope lined his words; maybe he would live after all.
"Not any more" she whispered more to her self, Baldly's confidence heightened, not hearing her words. He gave a bark-like laugh turning his gaze to Jakireth while stepping forward.
"She wont shoot her own people, you're and idiot thinking that you're b*tch will kill us, once a rebel, always a rebel, you fu--"
"I'm no one's b*tch" muttered Hellra interrupting, she glared at him while raising her pistol. Red and Baldy collapsed at the same time as she and Jakireth both pulled the triggers on their pistol. For a moment shock went through Hellra, she shouldn't have shot him because she lost her cool. She felt Jakireth grabbing her hand and dragging her with him.

"Dammit Hell, get over it!" he yelled pushing her through a door. Her senses returned to her, as well as her control over her legs. She pulled her self-free of Jakireth's grip, and sprinted to the next door. She opened it, waiting for him to slip in.
"Atta girl, lets get to the control room now" he said as she closed the door behind him. Hellra nodded, not finding the need to talk.

After running around the building what seemed like hours, but was minutes in reality, Jakireth and Hellra became frustrated.
"How...the....hell...are...we...supposed...to...get...to the...control room?" gasped Hellra while clutching her side as they ran from the thundering footsteps following them.

"One of us has to play bait, they will obviously take us to the control room to the big boss" muttered Jakireth.
"Okay" said Hellra shrugging before she unclipped her whip, and blaster pistols on the ground and gave it to Jakireth, she turned back, aiming to sprint right into the enemy's midst. Jakireth groaned, what is she thinking?
"Damn girl" muttered Jakireth, as he came to a halt.
"Typical of Hellra, be impulsive!" Jakireth turned around; he grabbed her by her collar before she could step in their light.
"Are you stupid?"
Hellra flushed, but kept her head up.
"We need to go over our plans, and strategise&Hell?" Jakireth looked at Hellra who was smirking.
"Okay, what are you thinking?"
"We capture a rebel that is my height more or less-"
"And have you escort me in the control room as a capture" finished Jakireth.
"But, you cant pick a rebel like you would pick eggs on a farm" he muttered.
"Lets think on some other place, we're gonna get caught" whispered Hellra as footsteps thundered towards them. Jakireth nodded, and they continued their previous sprinting session.

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"Where are you off to with this?"  a rebel stared at Jakireth in his blackened Stormtrooper armour with disgust.
Hellra looked up confidently, staring at the rebel straight back.
"I caught him wandering here around, was a bit slow with reaching his blaster pistol, mind escorting him with me to the control room?" inquired Hellra, her insides twitching nervously.
"And why would you need help,?" asked the rebel stiffly, folding his hands behind his back.
"He might over power me, and I am not taking a chance with that" muttered Hellra.
The rebels gazed for some time at her,
"Lets go"

For a few silent minutes they walked through the doors and halls leading to the control room. Hellra tried memorising every turn and nook, but gave up knowing that it would prove futile trying remembering it when running away from blasters. She noticed that the area around them was richly decorated in comparison to the greyish halls they occupied hours before. They stopped in front of a rather large durasteel door guarded by one rebel who shadowed Jakireth in size. Hellra gulped
"Your identification code please" he inquired. The rebel who escorted her gave his card. Hellra raised her eyebrows as the rebel guard held out his hand towards her expecting the same object he got from her escort moments before.

"I guess, you wouldn't believe me, if I said I forgot" Hellra gave a angelic smile, but it fell as the guard's hand went to his side.
"Come to think of it, I don't remembering seeing you here, ever" muttered the escort. Two gasps sounded as Jakireth plunged both his vibroblades in their hearts. Their confused expression faded as life left them.

Hellra gave a small shrug, and stooped down to get the identification card from the rebel who escorted her and Jakireth. She slid the card through the security pad in order to get in the control room. The door hissed open, various light soft the rainbow colour filling their faces, as the control room beeped and flickered with light and life. Hellra walked in casually, and mixed in with the bustling monitors and operators. She aimed her walk towards where she though the leader in command would reside. Just as she expected, there he stood. Tall and pride. He was gazing towards the small windows. Hellra walked right up to him, surprised that he didn't have guards placed around him. He turned around with a friendly smile. It flickered when he saw her.

"Hellen?"
"Hellra, and you are my hostage till this outpost is ruined," said Hellra coldly raising her blaster pistol at him. His face whitened. A scream sounded, and suddenly more then one rifle trained on her.

"Come closer, or pull a trigger, and this one dies," she said softly, though her voice reached all the ears occupying the room.
"And, if she fails to shoot before you shot, then I will shoot him" sounded Jakireth's voice through clenched teeth. The rebels head shot towards the source of his voice. He stood in the doorway, the rebel guard's rifle against his shoulder, trained on the rebel target.

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"Raziel, come in, this is Jakireth over"
"Jak, where the hell are you?" sounded the voice of Raziel over the ComLink. Hellra and Jakireth gave a relieved sigh. Their squad mates were in good condition it seemed.
"We took over a small rebel, hide out, or outpost, according to the rebels here, there is three or five more outposts stretching some miles, we are not entirely sure what they are fort, except cutting communications, I suggest you guys get over here, I have activated my tracker, so you will find me. Hell and I cant get out of the building safely. Jakireth over."

ooc: Sorry ppl, but typing four pages and thinking of what to except filler, is quite dificult, and it kinda rushed towards the end.

 
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--Corporal Hellra--
- Raider Squad -
FTL/CPLHellra/2SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA[LoR][ES2C]
Storm, you better get your ass in gear, cause Wildcard's gonna make it hot in here.
The world is about me, it revolves around me, take that in mind... :P

Raziel marched alongside Marka for a short while, it was always best to get to know the new troopers even if it was only to find out what equipment they were carrying and what to call them in a fire fight.     After only a moment of brief chatter though, Raziel picked up his pace to walk alongside Slick. They were nearing the edge of the forest quickly and they needed a plan. The only real asset they had left was speed, four speeders and two stormtrooper sleds to be exact. Currently Darr was driving the sled slowly alongside them, with the other vehicles all slaved to his. A slow procession of speeders piloting themselves behind Darr was quite an interesting site.     "Got any ideas?" Raz asked.     "We don't want to be out in the open for two long, approach the bunker fast and hard, get them out of there and back to the forest."     "They have prisoners though, I want to use them. This might be our best opportunity. If we can find out where the rebel commanders are we can finish this."     "We can't hold any outpost for long, if we double up on the speeders we can get the whole of our team moving fast, but not combat efficient."     "Ok let me get an update quickly," Raz said. He lifted his comm up and tried to get a link with Jakireth again, whether Jak had disable the comm jammer at his station to get a clear signal he could only guess.     "Jak you there?"     "Yup, holding on,"     "What's the exact situation?"     "We managed to gain entry to this hide-out, we've secured the commander centre and locked ourselves off, but there are several more squads around the base. So far I don't think they're aware of whats happening."     "Good what prisoners have you got in there?"     "NCO's mostly I'm afraid, we've got just about everything we can out of them. They don't know too much, only the locations of the bunkers and that their priority was to take as many imperial officers alive as possible."     "Ok, hold out for as long as you can, we'll be there soon. I'll see if I cant get any more out of the captives." Raziel stated.     "I'll do my best sir,"     "Oh and one more thing, as soon as you hear us coming, have one of those NCO's send out a distress signal,"     "Sir?"     "Trust me."     The imperials were soon at the edge of the forest. The men were busily consolidating their ammunition. Several members of lancer were scanning the settlement and picking out their target.     "There it is sir!" Jennabelle shouted. "That one right at the edge, I cant see any guards posted."     "That means Jak and Hellra could be in trouble," Slick replied. "We'd best move fast."     "Ok Listen up!" Raziel shouted, cutting through the chatter. "We strike hard and fast. TJ, TK and Yillis, take Napleon, Revan and Marka. Drive the sleds down there first, plaster that place with suppressive repeater fire then make a perimeter either on foot or using the sled's guns. The rest of Lancer will be going into the bunker and doing your usual job, clear the place out from the inside and get me to the control room. If you see any officers on the way stun 'em and bring 'em to me. You guys will follow in as soon as Raiders have cleared the surrounding area, double up on the speeders and pull up right on their doorstep. As soon as we have Jak and Hellra we're going to hold position for 5 and try to get as much info out of them as possible.     "The enemy will quickly send its main force in this direction to try and pin us down, we don't want to be here when they arrive. If we can find out where the enemy command is we take the speeders and move there, whilst their main force is coming here. If we cant find the location of enemy command we hit the next bunker in line, then the next one until we find some damn Rebel commanders so we can get the hell off this planet! You know what to do, now move!"     The troops were in order in moments. Yillis, Napleon, Revan and Marka took the sleds and raced down out of the forest towards the bunker. TK and TJ followed on foot. Raziel watched for a moment as scared civilians ran screaming from the area at the site of stormtroopers. The sleds circles the bunker, and Raziel thought he could see some Republic soldiers emerge from the roof of the building, but before he could tell repeater fire lanced out from the Stormsleds and the roof was obscured in a cloud of dust.     "Ok our turn!" Raziel shouted. He jumped on the back on slick's speeder, holding tight to Slick's back. The four speeders shot forwards, out into the open. Raziel had to shield his eyes from the evening sun.     Lancer squad made no diversions as they headed towards the bunker, their objective was clear. Raziel watched as Raiders pulled away from the building and started to form up around it. His stomach lurched as Slick pulled up the bike in a heartbeat. And then it was time for action . . .     He wasn't familiar with Lancer Battle speak, or any hand commands so he stayed back and let them do their work for a moment. An explosive took out the main doors, and was followed by a pair of grenades. Slick issued some orders and they were all inside in a flash. Raziel couldn't see much what was happening ahead through the smoke, but he heard a flurry of blaster fire, followed by shouts of "clear"     Lancer squad moved through the bunker at speed, what little resistance there was, was crushed in an instant.     "We're nearing the command centre now!" Slick shouted back to Raziel. "They've managed to barricade themselves ahead, we'll be through soon. Raziel decided to take a more active role now and moved forwards, up with the rest of Lancer. Sure enough the squad was halted at the next corridor intersection.     "Can I have a look?" Raziel asked.     "By my guest?" replied Darr. Raziel poked his head around the corner for a fraction of a second.     "Yup looks like they retreated to the command centre to find it sealed shut." Suddenly Raziel realised something, he leant around the corner again to confirm his suspicion. "That one in the grey uniform! That's an Intel officer, we want that one alive!"     "I'll tag him!" Slick shouted, he moved to the front of the group, replacing Raziel. "On three give me covering fire, one, two three!"     Darr crawled forwards and opened up with his blaster, firing blindly around the corner. Slick stepped forwards into the intersection and fired one stun shot. He stepped back into cover, followed by a hail of blaster fire.     "Got him, right, Formation three, smoke 'em out!" Slick shouted. There was a jingle of grenade pins being pulled. And Lancer moved into action. The corridor was smoked out and the whole squad charged round the corner. Each of them ducked and weaved as they rushed down the corridor at the barricade. The sound of close combat reached Raziel's ears, their were a few cries of pain and then it was over.     "Clear!" Slick shouted. Raziel stepped round the corner and approached what was left of the barricade as the smoke cleared. The floor was littered with corpses. It was rather messy. Slick was propping up the unconscious body of the Intel officer, completely unharmed.     "Nice Work," Raziel said as he approached the command centre doors. "Jak, open up!" he shouted into them. Without a moments pause the doors slid open. A huddle of NCO's tied to their chairs were in the fair corner of the room, with Hellra keeping a pistol trained on them. "How long do we have?" Raziel asked.     "When we hit the panic button a rebel officer called in and said we had to hold out for around fifteen minutes for reinforcements." Jak replied. "Oh, nice catch," he said, noticing the intel officer.     "Right, Slick have someone tell Raiders we'll be leaving in five. I'll need a few minutes alone with this one," he said indicating the officer "And we'll be set to leave." Raziel took the body off of slick and dragged it to one of the neighbouring rooms, this intel officer was going to wake up to a whole world of pain . . . .     Five minutes later and Raziel burst out of the room. "Get moving, we have a location for the Republic command centre! It's back in the forest, its not one of the bunkers they told you about Jak its on the far side of the forest, no-where near any of the action. We can get their in half an hour at full speed on the speeders. Leave this place in tact, we want the rebel force to take as long as possible securing this place. now move it!"     Lancer quickly exited the bunker, Darr was left with the grizzly task of systematically executing any of the rebel staff who had overheard their plans.     Outside Raiders squad had already got the sleds and bikes powered up. Four bikes and two sleds meant twelve spaces, unfortunately there were fifteen troopers so that meant squeezing four people into the sleds. It didn't look conformable.  The speeders and sleds raced away from the bunker and back into the forest, in a few minutes an overwhelming force of rebel soldiers would be arriving and they wouldn't want to be around then. It was time to finish this mission and get off this rock.

OOC: ok that was without doubt the worst post I've ever written, with the simple hope of giving direction to this story and getting it over and done with.
Short summary: attack the hidden command bunker with the sole goal of capturing any more rebel intel officers and getting off the planet


 
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+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +
PL:A/1LtRaziel/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/{EW1} (WoS1) 2x(VP:1) {IG} {CDS} {BoA} {PoC} {BC} {GRoM} {SoS}
Assistant Squad Leader - Raiders
"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music." Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989.

"God does not play dice with the universe" - Albert Einstein
"Who are you to tell God what to do with his dice?" - Bohr
"God does not play dice with the universe. He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players [i.e. everybody], to being involved in an obscure and complex variant of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time." - Terry Pratchett
CM/DJK Raziel/lion 1-5/Krath/VEDJ/VE (WoS1) (VP1) (VP2)

They found a working elevator leading downstairs, with one grenade and some quick shots, the rebels inside were dead and the teams went inside.

When the elevator reached the bottom level, they came on to an intense firefight. The rebels, two squads of support gunners, snipers (carrying radios), and riflemen, in cover and fighting hard, made Raz have to come up with a plan.

"So, what do you think, Raz, smoke grenades and an all-out offensive?" Slick asked, suggesting, as Raz thought about it

"yeah, that's a good idea. Smoke grenades and attack!remember, everyone, neutralize the troops and stun the officers!"
Yelled Raz orderly as 2 smoke grenades came and smoke started filling everywhere.

After a few seconds, the smoke filled almost the entire room and Raz ordered the attack.

By the time the smoke cleared, the only rebels left alive were the officers. The officers were forced to lead them to the generator shut down room. Hell and Garet worked to quickly shut it down.
Raz then turned to the troops and said:

"let's find out where the control room is." Raz turned to the rebel officers, "WHERE IS IT?"

"Near the panic room, I can get you there, now ---" a rebel officer answered, panicking, as he and his fellow officers were shot in the head.

"SNIPERS!" Jenny yelled, pointing to the troops near some generators.

"Quick! Someone take them out!" Raz ordered angrily as he shot at the snipers.

Jenny quickly took out a looted rebel sniper, took aim and fired some shots and hit two snipers before taking she herself took a hit.

"I'm hit!!" Jenny yelled as Darr came over and dragged my behind cover and began patching me up.

"Hell, how about you?!" Raz yelled to Hell as he continued his fire upon the remaining few rebel snipers.

"Alright." Hell quickly replied as she turned to Jenny. "Jenny, give me that rebel sniper rifle that you looted."

"Here, take it, it can zoom twice and has a pretty accurate shot, go ahead!" Jenny said as best as she could over the gasping on Darr mending her wound.
Jenny tossed the sniper rifle and Hell catched it, quickly aiming and killing the remaining snipers with 4 shots.

"Wow, not bad, for first timers," Raz commented as he gestured, "come on, let's find that control room."

((Sorry for ending the post so quickly, but I've got to go. later, guys!))



 
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Lance Corporal Jennabelle
-=Lancer Squad=- -=TRP=- -=Red Lancer 1=-
TRP/PFC Jennabelle/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath

"Don't be too proud of this technological terror you've constructed. The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force. " -Darth Vader

An explosion ripped through the durasteel door, hazy smoke filled the backdoor corridor. The silhouettes of three figures stepped forward soon accompanied by several other. Hellra had her neuronic whip ready in her one hand, DC-15 pistol in the other. The gazed around for several seconds waiting for the smoke to be whisked away from the wind, that bellowed in the new entrance. Shadowy limp figured littered the floor in front of them.

"Inspect them for any additional documents and stuff" order Slick strutting of to the closed body that caught his eyes. The task was gruesome as most of them either had limbs missing or were scorched behind recognition thanks to Hellra and Revan's grenades. Hellra's throat closed off all air, the iron taste of blood filling her mouth as she bit her lip to keep the bile down. She pulled a bloodied data pad damaged severely from the officer's arms. It could still work if they repaired it...hopefully. Not able to contain her self Hellra sprinted outside to get rid of the sickness rising in her throat. The rest of the squad all waited awkwardly as Darr-Rann chased after her. Hellra felt a hand giving her shoulder a squeeze; she gave Darr-Rann silent thanks before she got sick again.

"At least your head is outside a helmet" he joked trying to cheer her up, Hellra didn't lighten up but took the water bottle from his extended hand.
"Ready to go back in?"  She gave a nod, fearing if she opened her mouth, she might get sick again.

"You good to go?" asked Slick worried, Hellra nodded again caught up in embarrassment at her display of weakness in front of the Raiders and Lancers.
Slick took the lead without a word leading them into the further depths of the compound. Small floods of rebels stormed them at every door. Their physical and mental stamina were wearing down. Their reflexes slowed. But still standing together made the squad compromised of Lancers and Raiders a formidable foe.

Their were running out, Hellra could have sworn they ran through every nook and corner of the building, and yet not even one officer in sight except for the rebel flies that couldn't escape their wrath quick enough. By now alarms blared through the building emitting from several sound systems in the corridors. Hellra made it her personal job to get rid each one as they chased the halls down.

They halted and raised their guns again at the oncoming figures that flickered into their vision. Hellra shot without thinking, despite the warning shout that Slick gave to her. To her utter horror she shot one of her own accidentally. She shot from her crouched position forward to see who has fallen to her blaster's shot. Suddenly blasters erupted from around her, surrounding both groups. Raziel sprinted forward and threw his one blaster pistol to a rebel who raised his vibro blade to slaughter Hellra. Hellra gave him a nod of thanks before lashing out her activated whip and bringing it down across the rebel's who stormed them. It was difficult seeing who was who through the haze of the battle. She forgot about the Raider or Lancer she bought down, her thoughts directed in something much more disturbing.

Why so many at one, it more of distraction...it's a distraction! Hellra sprinted forward back in the direction of the back door; these were rebels were a mere distraction to get the officers away! She wasn't the only who must have realised this, soon Slick and Darr-Rann were sprinting with her down the corridors chasing after their suspicions. Hellra stumbled outside in the blinding sunlight to see several officers jumped on swoop bikes and activating them.

"Oh no you don't" she muttered and threw a grenade in swoops midst that sped away. A massive explosion followed, ignoring that the air may be toxic since she didn't even know which explosive she threw Hellra darted towards the newly created scrap yard. A severely injured officer seems to have been the only one fortunate or was he unfortunate to have survived.  He spotted her nearing them and quickly tried to scramble away. Hellra's whip curled around his ankle yanking him to the ground. Slick and Darr-Rann immediately both raised their blaster pistols on him.


Not my best, but i thought il mov the story, and just make a post, , im still on a semi leave kinda thing



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--Corporal Hellra--
- Raider Squad -
FTL/CPLHellra/3SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA[LoR][ES2C]
Storm, you better get your ass in gear, cause Wildcard's gonna make it hot in here.
Raider Squad website

"Dammit!" called Hellra out, she soun around and sprinted back towards the compound building.
"Can you manage the guy Slick?" asked Darr-Rann, they were both keeping a firm and planted on the officer they just caught. Darr-Rann was carrying a makeshift duffel bag that seemed that it would tore open any moment. Inside were various datapads and other documents that looked important to hand over to the authorities. Slick gave a nod while jabbing his pistol his captive's rib cage to urge him on.

Hellra cursed the whole way she was running back to where the assault took place earlier. The sounds of blasts haven't cleared yet; Hellra gripped her pistol firmly and bolted in the midst of the battle. Several Raiders and Lancers were severely injured it seemed, and one was down. With Hellra and Darr-Rann arriving in the heated battle they fought with newfound strength. Hellra peered around from an damaged pillar, she lashed her whip out towards the rebel who was on the verge of killing Darr-Rann with a vibro bayonet, Darr-Rann had his back turned unaware of his seemingly nearing death, his mind to distracted to keep the rebels in front him at bay. The whip curled around the rebel's neck, Hellra tugged it backwards bringing the dumbfounded rebel to the ground. A blast in his head finished him off, and helps him out of his misery with his snapped neck.

Hellra darted over to the fallen Lancer. His breathing was ragged and laboured. Hellra could only hope and pray she wouldn't get shot as she tried positioning him in a more comfortable position.
Sh*t, did I do this? she only knew the basics of medical treatment, she didn't know how to rid him of his armour, she came up with the best solution she could think about. Cut it off, hopefully it didn't withstand vibroblades. She struggled for a few minutes as she applied pressure in a saw like movements at his shoulder caps. With relief she took his armour plates off, allowing him more breath, she turned him on his side for more effect as well as getting rid of his back armour. She gave low whistle of surprise. It seemed the blast in his back not only cracked his armour, but the broken bits broke through his skin managed to puncture his one his lungs or some sort, she looked up to find Darr-Rann. She needed his help, Garret could die, and it would be her fault. She inspected him further, several ribs were broken as well, and Hellra would be surprised if one of them had a wholly healed ribcage after this mission.

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"Will, he live?"
"Not if we get him to a medical facility" muttered Darr-Rann feverously while applying bacta treatments to Garret. Hellra collapsed on the leaf-carpeted ground of the forest. It has been hours since they got back from the rebel compound. They had their captive to a nearby tree; Darr-Rann treated him as well intending to keep him alive as well.

Hellra left Darr-Rann in peace and trudged over to Raziel and Slick, even though she a complete greenie she felt very comfortable in their presence, although her mind was not at ease about the recent situations.
"What's happening?" she asked leaning against a tree allowing the wind to ruffle her hair,
"A ship is picking us up in a hour, better get your stuff packed," muttered Slick, Hellra walked away to do as Slick suggested, but not before visiting her squad mates again. Jennabelle wasn't to badly injured except for a large gash running from her arm, Darr-Rann had a few cracked ribs as well as broken ones, suddenly she felt a burning sensation spreading from her shoulder as well as something war dripping from her hands. Directing her gaze towards the source she notice her shoulder wound reopened. Ignoring the threat of infection she turned to her small space in the camp to pack her left over or unused gear.


The low vibration of the ship starting up lulled Hellra to a light sleep, she leaned her sweaty head against her seat's leaning. It felt alien to be comfortable and not on guard. She winced as the ship shook once, forcing her to shift her position in attempt to stay on her seat. Her shoulder ached unbearably, the pain killers Darr-Rann gave when she received the wound seems to have lost their effect.
After the ship seemed to have taken off, she got up, she needed to check on Garret, guilt still overriding her emotions. She felt her fever return as well. She turned her gaze toward Garret who was now sound asleep on a pallet, though attached to many monitoring chords.  His condition was stabilized now that they were on the ship. Lazily her eyelids dropped, even though she struggled to keep them opened. Not able to resist the fatigue and fewer overwhelming her, she collapsed.

   

 
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--Corporal Hellra--
- Raider Squad -
FTL/CPLHellra/3SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA[LoR][ES2C]

Storm, you better get your ass in gear, cause Wildcard's gonna make it hot in here.

Marka was sitting lazily in his seat, still tired from the final battle. He winced as he shifted his elbow. During the battle he had to throw himself against a wall to avoid being shot, although as he hit the wall, his funny bone was smashed against it. He didn't laugh though. It was a hectic battle, extremely bloody. Blaster shots had filled the air, accompanied by screams of agony and despair. But it had finished now...and all that could be heard were the conversations of Marka's squad mates, their dampened spirits not helping the depressing mood of the flight.

"Well...that was an interesting first mission" Marka thought to himself. Five kills...not bad. One with his vibroblade, the rest with his blaster.

Currently both Hellra and Garet lay in the hospital bay, recovering. Glad that he wasn't one of the more injured soldiers, he closed his eyes and let himself relax. After inhaling deeply, he let out a long, satisfied sigh. Images of the dragon medallion and the carving of the symbol on his vibroblade filled his head immediately. Possibilities ran through his head at full speed, but these were soon replaced with strange flashbacks of the childhood he spent running, training and taking life. Dark, ominous corridors...blood soaked blades, his soul stained and darkened with each kill. A child, begging for his life, only to be silenced by the blade Marka still possesses. His complete disregard for life made him an efficient killer, and he was proud of it.

 
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Private First Class Marka
Raider Squad
TRP/PFC Marka/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/Tadath/VEA/VE
[LoR]

"Duct tape is like the Force. It has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together"

      Darr-Rann laughed as he looked at his cards, putting them on the table.
"It seems I win you guys." He said as the others took a look at his hand. Around the table was him, Hellra (who convinced him finally to let her out, after he made her take the medicine), Garet, and Jakireth. They were playing Sabaac, like usual.
    "When we were going to our mission, we played. Then I was uncertain about my worth. Looking back now, on all that happened, I'm more certain of myself." He thought to himself, shuffling the deck and re-dealing it.
    "I don't think you can beat this." Garet said, putting down his cards. Darr-Rann swore, Jakireth sighed, and Hellra smiled.
    "Think again." she said, putting her cards down as well. He smiled. It had been a while since he had just relaxed, and he was starting to realize just how important times like this were to him.
    He heard a beeping sound. Picking up his datapad, he opened up the new message he received and read it.
    Hellen laughed as she saw the expression on his face, looking to read the message.
  "Hi, I'm so happy to hear your done your mission and coming back. There is a formal function for army members and I was wondering if you'd like to be my escort for the event. Can't wait to see you, Dawn." Garet said, also reading
  Darr-Rann felt himself go red, a rush of embarrassment coming over him. Hellra glared at Garet, who quickly stopped his laughing.
  "What, you read it too."
  "Yeah, but I didn't read it aloud to everyone, and besides, you don't mind me reading, do you?"
  Darr-Rann took in none of this, his mind elsewhere.
    Hellra smiled. He wouldn't admit it, but he had feelings for Dawn, and Dawn for him, and she knew it. She would not pick on him for it though.
    "Everyone, go get your stuff together, we're approaching our destination." Slick's voice rang out over the intercom.
    Darr-Rann got up from the table and headed to his room, relieved to get away from it.

 
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Wildcard you better hide your face, cause Storm is gonna rock this place.

-=Lancer Squad=-
FTL/LCPL Darr-Rann/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR]
LANCE CORPORAL
one of few - A vast Empire medic
Read Losses of Vandetta by me and Hellra
www.darr-rann.95mb.com

Hellra cursed in inaudibly at Garet who walked away to join with the rest of the Lancers. She made a simple mistake, but he paid for it, even maybe permanently. She sighed,
"Up for another game?" asked Jakireth while shuffling the cards expertly.

"No thanks, but you are coming with me to the medical ward, get that leg treated properly" she ordered,
"My leg is fine, us a scratch"
"Scratch or no scratch you are getting it treated" Hellra stood up walked to where Jakireth sat. She may be a female, and her strength maybe be considerably little, but she had ways of getting her way.

Moments later she was dragging Jakireth by his ear. He flailed his arms as he tried to get away. She passed several crew members and past Marka, Revan, Smith and Napleon who were playing a game of sabaac, they suppressed their snickers knowing what that their ASL wont be pleased at all. The much larger Raider had to stoop down to match Hellra's smaller frame that forced him down.

When she had Jakireth all settled with the medical droids, she darted towards her assigned room. Within minutes she was dressed in more comfortable clothes, which consisted, of casual grey army pants, with black boots, and plain black top with cut sleeves. She tied her hair back with her trademark bandanna, and secured her DC-15 pistol to her thigh holster along with her neuronic whip. She contemplated whether or not she should take her dagger with her a well. It was like a new toy or gadget to her. She had to keep looking at it or play with it in her hands. Shaking her head, she took it with her. 

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"Hi there Darr," Darr-Rann looked up at Hellra who stood in his doorway. His eyes widened at the new bandages that covered her wound, which stuck out from her cut sleeves.

"New bandages?"  Hellra gave a small laugh, and shook her head amazed at Darr-rann.
"Your eyes don't miss anything do they? The droids insisted it being changed when I literally had to drag Jak to them, stubborn ass" Darr-Rann merely raised his eyebrows at this, amused with Hellra's comment.


"Like you, oh and lets not forget, your pride as well" Darr-Rann smirked as Hellra gaped at him, at loss for words, not knowing what to shot back. His eyes rested on her bandages again,
"They changed the bandages to early, give the wound sometime to settle, and the anti bionics' to work, before changing, should reprogram the crap," he muttered. Hellra groaned.
"Okay, thanks Doctor Darr, but I have endured enough of your examinations, what about that girl, hmm? Dew, or Dawn?"

"It is Dawn," said Darr-Rann quickly, Hellra's playful smile formed a smirk.
"Now, now, no need to get snappy of your girl"
"She's not my girl, we are friends, and I thought you wont pick on me," said Darr-Rann trying to change the subject.
"Not in public, I might as well have some fun with my lil bro" teased Hellra.
"Your lil bro? You are the one that's sixteen; you shouldn't even be in the army,"

Hellra ignored this comment; a serious expression n flickered on her face.
"just be careful to not get attached, your brother will hurt her" Darr-Rann's eyes darkened at the mention of his brother, and Hellra's old master.  They didn't say anything for a few minutes, Hellra sighed execrably, and she walked over to his locker and gazed at the pictures that were stuck on it.
"Who is this? You look very happy" she pointed her finger to a picture where Darr-Rann was hugging the life out of a woman who was laughing trying to get free.

A sad expression settled on Darr-Rann's face,
"My fiancé, that is a week before she got killed"
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to intrude," said Hellra awkwardly. Darr-Rann waved it off, and joined her; together they studied the picture for a while. Darr-Rann gasped softly, Hellra looked at him confused.
"Something wrong?"
"No, nothing--"
"Darr, squad meeting, you're late!" Jennabelle's head poked in the room.
"Oh, damn, I almost forgot, see you Hell," muttered Darr-Rann; he quickly followed Jennabelle down the corridor. Something was not right, why didn't he see it before? Hellra and Sarah looked alike. Too alike...

Maybe we should ask Rizz if we should go help the 3 platoon story out with DD and IH, just a thought


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--Corporal Hellra--
- Raider Squad -
FTL/CPLHellra/3SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA[LoR][ES2C]

Storm, you better get your ass in gear, cause Wildcard's gonna make it hot in here.

Rubbing his arm absent mindedly, Slick strode into the briefing room.  The Lancers jumped to their feet, and Slick told them to be seated.  They sat, and he moved to the head of the table.  He looked at each one of them slowly.  Many noticed that he had a look of sadness in his eyes, but they assumed it was battle fatige.  Then he gave a small grin.

"First off I have to congratulate all of you. You did an amazing job out there, and we all came back alive. The mission was a success, and it couldn't have been done without you."  The troops applauded, and whistled at this.  He waited until they had calmed down, and then continued. "I wish I could give you some time off to recover, and heal... but I can't. If I'm right we're going right back into the action in a a day or so. And now for the bad news."

He paused to collect his thoughts. "I volunteered Lancer to be disbanded." An uproar came from the assembled troops, and Slick help up a hand. "QUIET! We are needed to fill in the gaps in Wildcard. To many of their troops have gone AWOL, and have been killed in action. Being one the best I decided that we were the best choice.  I have here your new orders."

He pulled his datapad. "This is from Colonel TJ.  Corporal Slick is to report to Raider squad, and take over the squad leader duties. Corporal Yillis is to report to sergeant Kami, and will be placed in Iron Horse. Lance Corporal Darr-Rann will report to Raiders, and take up the duties of the assistant squad leader under Corporal Slick. Lance Corporal Jennabelle will report to Dark Dragoons, as will Lance Corporal Garet Daimun. Private First Class Drask will report to Corporal Slick, and be placed in Raider squad."

He replaced his datapad. "That's all I have for you. You are to report in the next twenty four hours. And be ready to go out into the field again. I think something big is coming, but I have no information on it. Lancers you are dismissed!"
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THIS IS THE END OF THE LANCER/RAIDER STORY
NOTE: Raz if you'd like to post a farewell message to the Raiders feel free to do so.

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Corporal Slick
-=Raider Squad=--=SL=-
SL/CPL Slick/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath[LoR]