Darr-Rann sighed with relief as he pressed the "send" button on his datapad. It had taken him hours to complete this latest report, the squad report, and even longer to get all of the information organized. In addition, he had to get rid of four of his squad members. Otto Vox had decided to go back to the reserves, and Drask, T1234, and Matthew all went AWOL, running of somewhere without being granted leave from their commanders. It was a disappointing report to give, but at least the remaining Raiders were doing well.

He started to get up from his desk when there was a knock on the door. Sighing, he sat down again and said "Come on in.", thinking it was another imperial officer enquiring about some form or report he had missed. It wasnt though. Darr-Rann grinned as Rizzit, the company commander, walked into his office.

"So, how have you enjoyed being a squad leader so far?" Rizzit asked, sitting down in the chair in front of the desk, his eyes scanning the various papers and datapads cluttering the desk.

"I didnt think it was possible to have more paperwork then I had as ASL. Clearly I was wrong." He said, beginning to sort everything into piles. Rizzit grinned and handed him a datacard

"Not another report..." Darr-Rann groaned, loading it into his Datapad. The words "Thass moon factory" titled the document.

"Not exactly. Its your first mission." Rizzit said as Darr-Rann read the file. Reports on production, schematics, defences; The document had a wealth of information on some small moon factory Darr-Rann had never heard of. One thing was strange though - it had an extreamly small amount of production, a few speeders and service droids.

"This factory isnt very productive, considering they put in so much... How are they making this much money...?" Darr-Rann said. "It seems like their losing a lot of money."

Rizzit grinned. "War droids. This factory is used to produce war droids. You should be familiar with them - you fought some of them in New Brinne." Darr-Rann nodded.

"So, you want us to take out this factory?" Darr-Rann asked, putting the datapad down. "This'll be good for the troops, a bit of revenge" he thought to himself.

"Yes, but its a bit more complicated then that. First you'll need to disable the moon's shield. To do this you'll have to go out into space in the Zero-G armor and set charges on it's generator. Then you'll have to land and go through Radiation-rich zones, setting charges on the three main reactors of the factory. I simultaneous blast should be enough to cause a reaction of a scale that would destroy the factory, which covers the entire moon.

"Interesting..." Darr-Rann said. "I'll assemble the troops."

A short post, sorry. Everyone, start making your pre-flight posts.
 
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Raiders
SL/CPL Darr-Rann/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR][CoR]
|FL/PO2_Demonic/Kaph 5/PheonixWing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE| (=*A*=)
CORPORAL
SENIOR CREWMAN
one of few - A vast Empire medic
Read Losses of Vandetta by me and Hellra
Flashmaker

Rogueboy was sitting in his room at his bachelor apartment staring at his DL-44 and his Kylan-3 it was always a tough choice, he sighed than attempted to put both of them in his bag they didn't fit now frustrated he flipped an Imperial Credit catching it he stared at it; the smooth face of Emperor Palpatine stared straight at him seeing right through him, Rogueboy shivered before sticking the coin in his pocket, he put the DL-44 back in its proper case rubbing it affectionately. Rogueboy did a mental assessment on all the requirements for this mission; Zero G armour, Cheech didn't have the funds for it so he rented one from the Imperial Armoury; it was currently on board the transport ship Delta-2. Cheech knew this mission was going to be tough but was determined to see it all the way through no matter what the cost. The mission was "simple" blow up a space station that contains a shield generator for a nearby moon that has power plants and factories, destroy them while fighting off defenders.

Cheech picked up his bag and proceeded towards the exit, the door whooshed open revealing a hallway that led to a flight of stairs Rogueboy turned around looking into his apartment, I hate zero gravity missions he thought to himself saying a silent prayer he closed the door.

 
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He will give them death, and they will love him for it -Gladiator

TRP/PFC_Rogueboy/1SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]

Darr-Rann watched as the cargo crews loaded the Zero-G and Radiation armor onto the Iota-Class transport. The ship had been assigned to them for this mission due to the need for quick deployment into space through airlocks, and they had no ship of their own. Loud clanging filled the hanger as they dropped one of the durasteel containers, followed by a series of assorted swears.

Taking out his comlink, Darr-Rann contacted the squad. "Get down to hanger B-38 for mission briefing and takeoff." He thought for a moment. "Don't bother bringing any of your own blasters, unless they have a powerful energy source." Putting away the comlink, he stepped up into the ship and waited for the squad to arrive. As he sat in wait, he remembered a mission he had taken a few years ago...

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Darr-Rann sat at his desk,

Rannik Cedaan gripped his blaster rifle uneasily, checking the ammunition pack and then setting
it down on the empty seat beside him. He was 19 years old, and he was about to begin his first mission as a member of the Corellian resistance against the New Republic. Only a small amount of Corellians were members of the resistance, but on a planet wide scale, it gave them enough members to create a formidable offense.

Rannik looked out through the Airspeeder window, gazing at the sky above. Somewhere up in space, the few pilots they had were about to attack the supply convoy that was to bring reinforcements and weapons to the NR police. They were attacking on the ground at the same time. It was the first large-scale act of open war the resistance was to display, and failure could mean the end of the group and death to their members.

"Are you nervous?" asked the man driving the speeder. He looked to be in his late thirties or early forties. Byrec Styles was one of the founders of the resistance, legendary for his skills with the blaster and the vibroblade. When Rannik had found out he would be medic for Byrec's squad, he was honored. Now he was wondering if he had made a mistake.

"Don't worry, everyone is nervous the first time they go into a fight. And you should be happy - Your going to play a role in the beginning of what is to be the start of a great change. You should be proud you had this opportunity."

Rannik nodded but was still uncertain. "What if I mess up? What if I become too afraid, or I don't have it in me to kill, when time comes? I should have thought about this more before I told Keith I would join this thing."

As they started to land, he came to a conclusion. "In any case, its too late to turn back now, I might as well go for it." Once they touched down Byrec opened the door and stepped out, the others following suit...

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Suddenly Darr-Rann's thoughts were interrupted as Marka walked in, followed by Rogueboy and Tallanvor, then Aphamos. "This is our entire squad?" Darr-Rann thought. He knew that the squad had been shrunk due to loss of members, but he hadn't really thought about just how much until he saw them in front of him. "Anyways..."

"Okay, as you all know, we have a new mission. Now to explain what exactly that mission is." He took out a datacard from his pocket and placed it into the holo-projector, brining up a three dimensional representation of a large gas giant.

"This is Thass. The planet is a gas giant, with little purpose other then the fact that some of the gasses in the atmosphere are a powerful source of energy." He pointed towards a smaller sphere orbiting the planet, which then expanded. "This is Thass' third moon. Its the largest of all of them, although small itself by normal standards."

He picked up a stack of datacards and passed them out between the Raiders. "We were lucky to get this assignment. We're going to get some revenge for what happened in New Brinne." Tallanvor spoke up.

"We're going after the Major?" He said. Darr-Rann laughed, walking back over towards the Holo-Projector.

"No, maybe another time though. Vast Imperial intelligence has found out that spanning the surface of this moon is a large scale factory. They produced the war droids which the wolves used." Marka looked up from his datapad at the mention of this.

"He probably wants some pay back for how they injured him Darr-Rann thought. "Maybe I should talk to him later..." Darr-Rann walked over and pointed at a small space station orbiting beside the moon.

"This will be our first target. It projects a planetary shield onto the moon, preventing us from landing down there without dealing with it first. We'll be launched into space in Mark II  Zero-G gear, were we will proceed to place detonators at key points." The squad leader said, labeling the different vulnerable areas,  power generators and projectors. "We will then return to the ship and detonate once we hit a safe distance. Expect zero-g soldiers being sent as to counter us."

Darr-Rann shut off the holo-projector and returned the datacard to his pocket. "We leave in half an hour. We'll go over the surface briefing once the station is downed."

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When they had arrived at Thass, the proceeded to equip their zero-g gear. The helmet let out a hiss as Darr-Rann secured it to the rest of his suit, closing out the environment around him completely. Walking inside the airlock, he activated his suit's systems, indicators flashing to life on the display.

"Raider leader, your suit checks out, proceeding to deployment." A voice said into his built-in comlink. "Depressurizing... Okay, your ready to go." And after a few moments, "Okay, all Raiders ready, deploying in five... four... three.. two... one..."

And with that the airlock opened, and Darr-Rann flew out into space. Turning his head to the left and right, he saw the others floating along with him. "Okay, activate your boosters and guide yourself towards the station. Remember to drift on inertia to conserve power. Then Marka spoke up.

"Zero-G combatants, dead ahead!"

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Raiders
SL/CPL Darr-Rann/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR][CoR]
|FL/PO2_Demonic/Kaph 5/PheonixWing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE| (=*A*=)
CORPORAL
SENIOR CREWMAN
one of few - A vast Empire medic
Read Losses of Vandetta by me and Hellra
Flashmaker

Already done with one mission and they transfer ya and throw ya into another.  Hope these guys aren't as hardcore as everyone says they are, Daminga thought to himself.  Then again, that could get interesting.  He smiled at this new idea.

He thought of his past squad, the Dark Dragoons, and especially of his old FTL, Garet. 

If these guys are any more hardcore than that guy then I'm in trouble, he told himself. 

He had been told about this mission and the transfer as soon as he stepped off the shuttle from his previous mission.  The officer told him that his new squad had already taken off for Thass and that another shuttle was awaiting him.  There were farewells and promises of drinks when he returned. 

There had been another soldier, a corporal, on the shuttle when he climbed aboard.  Daminga nodded towards him.  The older soldier just stared at him. 

For the rest of the shuttle ride they hadn't talked to each other.  Daminga had cleaned his weapons and gear, the whole time wondering how he was going to get use to the zero-gs suit.

"We'll be arriving at the battle in less than 5 minutes," came a voice of the comlink from the
pilot's seat.

"Battle?"  Daminga asked. They never told me we were going in hot.

"Yea, the Raiders have already started their mission.  They have been met with quite a bit of resistance."

Daminga looked over at the corporal.  The questioning look he got back told Daminga that he didn't know that either.

"Well, let's get suited up then," the corporal finally speaking. 

Five minutes later they were standing in the airlock waiting as the count down commenced.  Finally, they were out in space.

"Over there," pointed the corporal toward the station.  "Lets go."

Just as they reached the battle, the squad split into two directions.  Daminga glanced at the corporal as if to ask, what now?  Just then a voice came over the comlink in his helmet,

"Guys?"

"Yeah Raider four?" came a second voice.

"We have starfighters, incoming now at high speed."

Daminga heard a new voice over the link,

"Raider one this is Raider replacements.  Awaiting orders."  It was the corporal.

"This is Raider one, who the hell is this?"  came a hurried and somewhat angry response.

Without a hint of offence the corporal responded, "Corporal Gavyn and &," he glanced at Daminga.

"Oh, Private First Class Daminga sir." 

"Alright, Gavyn, you head over to help out with the charges with Marka and Tallanvor.  Daminga you're with me and Aphamos.  Oh and get ready for those starfighters."

 
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Raider Squad

TRP/PFC Daminga/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath


And when he gets to Heaven,
To Saint Peter he will tell,
"One more soldier reporting sir,
I've served my time in hell."

Aphamos looked into the emptiness of space that surrounded him in all directions.  It was like a painting, perfect, untouched in every sense, but at the same time, lethal, sucking the life out or people like some sort of parasite.  He looked down at his suit.  Any second now, this damn thing is going to open or blow somewhere, taking me to hell with it.  He shot back up to attention as three bolts of light whizzed past his head.  he couldn't feel them anymore like he could on land; in that aspect he was blind.  He raised his blaster rifle up and aimed it to the chest of an oncoming zero-g trooper.  He pulled the trigger three times, making sure that he got enough shots of to break the armor.  The bolts soared through the endless vacuum and hit their target.  The trooper's armor ripped open, and Aphamos could see the change in expression on his face.  The soldier was instantly frozen, devoured by the blackness.

Aphamos aimed his rifle again at another zero-g enemy combatant heading towards the stormtroopers, and pulled the trigger as a flurry of shots projected out of the tip of his rifle.  The rebel froze immediately, the sight being nothing new to him.  Aphamos aimed his rifle at the next trooper, and fired, killing the rebel soldier.  How many more are there?  He aimed his rifle for a forth time, but didn't pull the trigger.  His attention was directed Darr-Rann's voice projecting through his headset.

"Alright ladies, we've got five green pilots coming in this direction, two from the right, three from the left." said their squad leader.  Darr-Rann wasn't to amused; this was just another target practice section for him, except with a new twist.  "These ones are... rather stupid to say the least.  Use your protons to quickly take their ships out." Aphamos glanced to his left, expecting three ships to come shooting past him.  He sighed, not seeing anything too eye catching yet, but could see a three faint outlines of what a rebel starfighter looked like in the distance, approaching fast. 

He looked back at the small space station as a flood of rebel zero-g troopers came out.  They are trying to distract us from the fighters.  Aphamos aimed his rifle at the oncoming rebels and fired into the rebel mass, not taking any specific aim.  Half of them went down, meeting their deaths, the other half using their propulsion unit to jet towards the stormtroopers.  Aphamos checked his left again, the starfighters even closer now, a few hundred yards from firing range.

"Aphamos, you take the one on the farthest left." said Darr-Rann after taking down two more rebels.  "I'll take the one to right, and we will both take the one in the center of those two."  Aphamos raised his arm, acknowledging his squad leader's plan of attack.  He aimed his weapon at one of the last five troopers that were heading towards his position, and fired, blasting the trooper to his death.  He aimed at the other troopers and opened fire, knowing that there wasn't much time until the starfighters arrived.  The troopers each took their hits and died, leaving only the fighters that were approaching as the barrier to the ship. 

Aphamos looked to his left again.  "Alright, on my mark," said Darr-Rann, "fire one of your mini protons at the ship."

"Just one of them?" asked Aphamos.

"Yes, one will take care of any ugly." answered the squad leader.  "Three."  Aphamos could see the front of the fighters that were closing in on them.  "Two."  They were nearly in range now, as if they were going to collide straight into the stormtroopers.  Aphamos aimed his torpedo at the front of the ship.  "One, MARK!" he yelled.  Aphamos fired his torpedo, the mini projectile swooping towards the ship.  It hit the ship straight on, the explosion from the torpedo instantly killing the pilot, and triggering the entire ship to explode into a massive inferno, the colors clashing with the absorbing darkness that surrounded the explosion.  Aphamos looked over the other fighter that had just been destroyed by Darr-Rann, as it became its own massive explosion. 

Aphamos suddenly realized that there was still one more fighter left, and that it was heading on a course straight for the stormtroopers.  He quickly turned and fired his proton torpedo at the exact same time as Darr-Rann.  The two torpedoes sped through the vacuum, not making a noise, not even a ripple on the face of its surroundings.  Mere milliseconds later, the last of the fighters erupted into a massive carnival of fire, the additional missile furthering the destructiveness of the explosion. 

"Heh, that was fun." said his squad leader.  "We should do this more often.  Maybe against actual pilots next time."  Aphamos sighed.  Those fighter were getting really close there.  That could have been really bad.  He smiled to himself as he met up with Daminga and Squall, Tallanvor and Marka still on their objective. 

"Ours were... interesting individuals to say the least."  said Squall.  "Not exactly the best pilots of the bunch."

"I think one of them was asleep." said Tallanvor.  Aphamos looked at Tallanvor.  "No seriously, it looked like one of the-"  He was cut off by an array of blaster fire that barely missed some of the squad members.  More zero-g troopers were heading towards the Raiders, this time being angry and wanting revenge. 

"I want to have some fun with these ones." said Aphamos.  Using his propulsion device, he shot forward in the direction of the enemy combatants.  He aimed his rifle at the chest of one of the the troopers as he was going forward and fired three shots.  The bolts pierced through the rebel's armor, the rebel instantly freezing.  Aphamos came to a stop and aimed his rifle again.  He fired, hitting another rebel and sending him to his death.  Using his propulsion device, he shot towards a rebel who fired at him, missing twice, dying only moments later due to Aphamos's fire.  Aphamos stopped, aimed his rifle again, now in the middle of the group of rebels, and fired, pulling the trigger six times, annihilating three of the enemy troopers.  He spun as fast as he could and fired at the other two rebels, killing them. 

He turned and rode back to his squad who had just taken care of another group of zero-g troopers.  He turned to his left and saw Marka and Tallanvor approaching the squad, finally back from planting the explosives on the space station.  The squad examined the area again for enemy soldiers and found none, the assault stopping.  They jetted to their ship, entering and taking a seat. 

"Alright ladies, lets see some fire works."  said Darr-Rann, staring out of the view port on the ship.  Once then pilot had flown them out of the range of the space station, Darr-Rann gave the count.  "Alright, here it goes.  The biggest explosion that you have ever seen.  Are you ladies rea-"  He was cut off by Aphamos.

"Sir, can you just push the button already." added Aphamos politely, seeing that he had stepped over the line.  Darr-Rann stared at him, and finally pushed the button, detonating the explosives.  Small explosions started to form on the outside of the space station, little red spots on the hull of the ship.  The explosions finally triggered the chain reactor in the space station, and the entire station finally spewed into a colossal flame, the entire station engrossed in fire.

"That... was nice." said Daminga. 

"There it is, ladies." said Darr-Rann, pointing to a small moon orbiting a larger planet.  "The Thass Moon.  There's the factory."  He kept his finger in the same place, pointed at the moon.

"Where?" asked Aphamos. 

"Right there."  His finger was still the same place.  Aphamos understood.  It was the entire moon.
 
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Raiders

War is cruelty. There's no use trying to reform it, the crueler it is the sooner it will be over.
--William Tecumseh Sherman--

Aphamos stood up and looked around at his fire team members. This should be no problem.  Land, blow stuff up, then leave.  He heard Darr-Rann's  voice over the intercom.  They had three minutes before they would land in the green zone.  He looked out at the moon, Aphamos quickened his pace to the room containing his armor until he realized that he wouldn't be needing it; they were landing in a radiation free zone.  He turned around and walked back to his squad mates who were sitting there; staring out into space, patiently waiting for their arrival on the moon.

"Landing in five, four, three, two, one." said the voice over the intercom.  Aphamos felt a very light thump as the ship landed on its designated pad.  He walked to the front of the ship as the airlock door opened.  He exited the ship, looking around and examining his surroundings.  It was a huge area edged with walls and a small office structure in the middle.  Aphamos noticed the trees and scarce yet still  visible plant life around him.  They have to please the customers somehow. 

"WE'VE GOT A GRENADE.  MOVE NOW!" yelled Daminga.  Aphamos had already seen the explosive and had moved out of its range, the ground next to him exploding.  Aphamos looked up as he saw a group of battle droids come up and start to fire at the stormtroopers.  He stood up and ran towards them, firing at one and destroying it.  Aphamos was now in melee range of the droids.  He smashed the head of one of enemies with the butt of his gun as he fired at another.  The machines fell to the ground now in a shamble of wires and electrical parts.  Aphamos ran to a human this time, getting down and kicking the troopers legs.  He jammed his gun into the now kneeling soldier's head and fired three shots, killing him.  Aphamos looked around for more resistance.  What?  They stopped?  Fine with me...  He looked back at his squad.  They were all spread around; finishing the last of their droids or waiting for further commands.  The last of the fire finally came to a stop, and the squad met with each other again. 

"Is there any resistance left?" said Darr-Rann.  The squad leader quickly scanned the area.  "Nice job ladies; you did well on this one.  I expect to see the same quality of performance in your next objective."  The squadron walked to the ship, still on there guard in case any droids decided to make a surprise showing.  The door opened as two squadrons of stormtroopers emerged from the ship, spreading out through the entire green zone.  Aphamos walked to the ship and entered, walking to the back of the ship towards he storage area.

"Two minutes until landing."  said Darr-Rann.  Aphamos saw the armor on the wall and quickly walked towards it.  He put the armor on, the feel of it not being to new to him.  He remembered the radiation training he had been through with the same armor and weapons, and how he had passed with no flaws.  This just keeps getting easier and easier.  He raised his arms up and stretched his legs.  His joints were stiff from his last objective in space, in the bulky zero-g armor.  Aphamos picked up his vibroblade and his grenades, attaching them to his belt.  He picked up his force pike, staring at the blade on the top.  He flicked it on, the blade now illuminating the shady room.  He turned it off and placed it on his back, positioning it to where he could easily access it when needed.  He turned to his blaster carbine and picked it up, examining the weapon.  At least its better than what I have.

"One minute until landing." said the hollow voice over the intercom.  The intercom could turn any voice into ice; make it as sharp as a knife.  His eyes searched the platform for anything that he had left.  He then noticed a pack on the ground next to where his blaster was.  Can't forget these.  He looked inside the pack to find four explosives packs.  He smiled to himself and closed the it, then slung it around his neck. 

"Landing, landing." said Darr-Rann.  Aphamos turned and walked back to the front of the ship walking to his fire team.  He felt a very slight thump as the ship hit the surface of the moon.  The airlock door hissed open, introducing the new environment to the stormtroopers.  Aphamos immediately closed his eyes, adjusting to the light that had just punched him in the face.  He slowly opened his eyes again, trying to catch brief glimpses of the landscape when his helmet's viewscreen triggered, adjusting the light so it was comfortable to him.  Aphamos stepped out of the ship, looking around at the moon.  Nothing.  Everything is dead.  The area was barren, except for the large buildings and factories that littered the area in front of them.  He walked forward to his squad leader before he left off on the mission.

"Ah, what a beautiful sight, don't you think?" asked Darr-Rann is a sarcastic tone.  "It will look better once it's in a trillion pieces though, trust me."  Aphamos smirked at the thought.  It will look better in a few hours then.  He saluted Darr-Rann and made his way to Squall, his fire team leader.  Squall was talking to Tallanvor, both being surrounded by six other stormtroopers who were obediently waiting for their commands. 

"Alright Aphamos.  This objective is to be done as swiftly and as efficiently as possible, understood?"  Squall asked.  Aphamos nodded as Squall continued with his briefing.  He pulled out a device and pressed a button.  A hologram of a building projected out of the device.  As the hologram showed different parts of the building, Aphamos noticed a huge gap in one of its sides.  "The hanger is located on the second story of this building.  We will be entering here," he said while pointing to the new image that had just been produced, "through the back entrance.  Intelligence tells us that the area is heavily guarded with droids, so watch your step."  Squall stopped for a moment to let all that information sink in.  He took a breath and then continued.  "I don't want to loose any men on this mission.  I know what happened last time we had to confront them, so lets not let that happen again." 

"Troopers, get into your fire teams.  We meet at check point A in thirty minutes.  Good luck."  The hologram turned off as Squall attached the device to his belt.  Aphamos looked towards the buildings to the north.  Squall raised his fist, signaling for the team's attention.  The fire team walked to formation and waited.  He moved his hand to the direction of the hanger, giving the troopers the go ahead.  The team started on their run to the factory.  Aphamos ran forward to scout the area for resistance.  None yet, which means that they are going to give us hell when we get there. 

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"We are here." said Squall.  They had finally arrived at the entrance to the  building.  Aphamos looked around at the encompassing factories and structures.  There is no life here.  Only machine.  He felt dry, as if something was sucking the energy out of him.  He shook his head and snapped back to reality by the sound of his fire team leader's voice.  "We move in on my mark.  Only fire when you see something, we don't want to give away our position."  Aphamos glanced back at the allied stormtroopers.  He looked at each of them, one by one, digging deep inside of them to find the fear.  He stopped and stared at one trooper.  He was shaking; shooting looks around at their location, trying to find an enemy.

Aphamos turned back around and moved to the wall in front of him beside the door.  "Three, two, one, MARK!" yelled Squall.  He kicked the door open, the shaking stormtrooper almost instantly firing a mirage of blaster bolts into the room.  Aphamos closed his eyes, leaning back against the wall and swearing to himself.  "MOVE MOVE MOVE!" commanded Squall as an array of blaster fire came out from the door, knocking down three of the stormtroopers.  Aphamos followed Squall into the building, blaster fire coming from all sides.  Aphamos looked up as a worker ran to the wall and pressed a button, triggering the alarm.  They have people here?  A deafening noise filled the entire factory as more droids and humans poured into the room and came down the stairs.

Aphamos ran to the stairs and pointed his blaster at the oncoming enemies.  He pulled the trigger several, destroying five of droids.  He ran up the stairs and pulled out his force pike, flicking it to life.  Blaster fire came in huge waves, just barely missing him.  He rolled on the ground towards the mass of droids.  As he finished his roll, Aphamos came across with his weapon, annihilating the the wall of droids in front of him.  He stood up, the blaster fire coming to an end, and ran to a computer terminal at the corner of the room.  He looked at it, not understanding any of the buttons on it.  He raised his force pike and came down with it straight into the terminal, the ignited blade smashing the outside layer and the inside circuits of the device.  Aphamos quickly removed his weapon from the machine and dove to the side as the device exploded, spattering out sparks to random area of the room.  The sound of the alarm started to fade, coming to a stop as the entire fire team came up the stairs.

"Alright, we need to get there as quickly as possible." said Squall.  "We have already screwed up once, and they know that we are here.  Don't do it again."  Aphamos looked at the other stormtroopers again, and couldn't find the shaking one.  Must have gotten caught in the blaster fire.  He followed his fire team leader through the door towards the hanger.  They entered a large room with a huge gap in one side.  A small droid transport and two other ships were located in the middle of the area while droids were moving crates into the transport. 

"We've got trouble!" yelled Tallanvor, pointing towards the droids that were heading their way. 

"Here's the plan." said Squall.  "Tallanvor, you and Red One and Red Two will take out all resistance, while Aphamos, Red Three and I will rig the place.  We rendezvous back here in five minutes.  There will be no flaws here, understood?"  Aphamos nodded and looked to the other side of the hanger on the high ledge.  He noticed a black spot on the ledge, what looked like another human.  He continued to stare as a green bolt of light struck one of the stormtroopers behind him, knocking the trooper down. 

"WE'VE GOT SNIPERS ON THE TOP LEDGE!  MOVE, MOVE!" screamed Aphamos.  He jumped down from his ledge onto the platform below him, aiming his carbine and firing at a droid, destroying it.  He ran to one side of the hanger and came to a sudden halt.  A door on the ledge above him opened as a huge clump of droids emerged from it, surrounding something in between them.  Aphamos smiled and ran to one of the ships; the ship that the droids were heading for, and placed two explosives packs on the bottom of the ship.  He ran from under the ship to one of the droids, smashing its head with the butt of his gun, and firing at another. 

He looked over at his fire team leader who was giving him a signal telling him to go up.  Aphamos signaled back and ran to the stairs.  He ran up the stairs, destroying three more droids in the process.  He ran up the next set of steps, sniper fire whizzing past him in almost every direction as he went up yet another flight of stairs. 

He had finally reached the top and saw Squall there waiting for him.  "Do you see those things on the walls?" asked Squall while pointing to a device on the wall which was attached to other ones like it.  "Those are reactors.  Place the explo-"  Aphamos pushed Squall and fell ducked as a sniper bolt sailed past them where Squall's head was.  "Thanks for that, now get to work." he ordered.  Aphamos got up and ran to one of the reactors, laying and explosives pack on it.  He did the same to another reactor and ran back down the stairs again to the rendezvous point.  The team was there in cover and under fire, Tallanvor and the other stormtroopers still shooting.  Aphamos and Squall both dove into the cover, the blaster fire becoming heavier and heavier by the second. 

"LETS GO!" yelled Squall.  The fire team funneled back through the door they came through to the hanger.  Aphamos waited a moment, taking a look back at the ship he had laid the explosives on.  The guarded figure had just reached the ship and was boarding it.  Aphamos dropped the rest of his explosives and ran out the door, his team already having exited the building.  He followed his team out and onto the moon again, the radiation waiting there just for him.  He had that feeling again, that loss of energy which triggered once he was outside.  He turned the temperature in his armor down, trying to cool himself a bit. 

"Dammit, they are getting away!" yelled Tallanvor.  Not for long.  Aphamos pressed his detonator right as the ship left the hanger.  The entire hanger cast out in a colossal explosion.  The hanger was now a fiery pit, devouring everything ini its path.  The ship in the air met the same fate, exploding and sending off fiery debris in every direction.  That has got to be the best one yet.

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War is cruelty. There's no use trying to reform it, the crueler it is the sooner it will be over.
--William Tecumseh Sherman--

Great, more battle droid.  I don't mind humans because they're just stupid most of the time.  Battle droids are a different story.

"Let's take them out now before the rear droids catch us," ordered Darr as he shouldered his weapon and started running towards the buildings in front of the squad.  The rest of them started after him.  After going about 200 meters they intercepted the front group of droids. 

It was Squall who saw them first. 

"To the right!" he called out as he dropped to one knee and fired, knocking off the head of one of the droids.  Daminga skidded to a halt as he carefully aimed and fired twice knocking down two more droids.  He counted eight more standing as Tallanvor and Aphamos took down three more droids.  The imperial troops had scattered and were trying desperately to hit something.  They had a few lucky shots that hit something at times.  Blaster fire was now covered the empty space between the two groups, which was only about twenty meters. 

As bolts flew by his body, Darr yelled out, "We need to get this over with before the rear droids advance!"

"Got it!" yelled Aphamos as he grabbed a grenade from his belt and flipped it toward the droids.  The concussion threw most of them down as the rest of the squad finished them off. 

"Let's go people!  The rest will be coming soon!" called out Darr, as the squad started moving again.



The squad had been running for about 20 minutes now at almost top speed through the maze of builds toward the tall building holding the primary generator.  Daminga glanced around at his squad mates.  His squad leader was looking a little white in the face.  Darr also kept glancing around checking up on everyone.  Aphamos was puffing a little.  Squall was hanging back a little with the rest of the imperial troops and looking a little winded himself.  Tallanvor kept looking over his shoulder ready to spin and fire if the battle droid caught up with them.  Rozelo looked about ready to fall over. 

First mission right out of basic, he should be the best out of us all.  They don't train them like they used to, thought Daminga as he smiled remembering his days of basic training.

"Sir, the droids are within sight," called out Tallanvor still looking behind them, "About two to three squads of them."  At this statement, the imperial troops quickened their steps. 

"Come on, people, let's get there before our new friends decide to join us."

Not the best I've had. Sorry guys.
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TRP/LCP Daminga/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath


And when he gets to Heaven,
To Saint Peter he will tell,
"One more soldier reporting sir,
I've served my time in hell."

"Come on you sons of bitches! Do you want to live forever?" Sergeant Daly, USMC, Belleau Wood 1918

(OOC:  This starts when we blow up the most recent set of blast doors.  See my above post for details)

Aphamos placed his explosive pack on the wall in front of him next to the other three, and then backed away, shielding his eyes with his hands.  He felt sick; the vision of the corpses that he had passed earlier still fresh in his mind.  He was used to the sight, but it still sent a small shiver down his spine.  He tried to clear his mind of the picture, taking a mental count of the number of explosive pack that they had left, as well as the number of grenades that were left.  Thirteen pack left, six grenades.  I think that will be enough.  He shrugged, now waiting for the explosion.  "Alright, detonate on my mark." said Darr-Rann.  Aphamos nodded, taking the detonator off of his belt.  "Odds are that there will be another pocket of resistance, so Daminga, toss another grenade in there when the hole is created.  The rest of you, take cover."  Darr-Rann paused for a moment, looking around to make sure that everyone was ready.  He looked over at Aphamos and nodded.  "Three, two, one, MARK!"  Aphamos pressed the red button, a huge noise sounding off behind him.  The metal ground started to shake, Aphamos looking over at Daminga.  The trooper quickly turned, throwing a grenade into the hole.

Aphamos dove to the left, green bolts of fire emerging from the hole.  The second explosion went off, this one much smaller.  He rose up, springing through the door, diving to the right while he was still protected by the smoke.  He raised his rifle, crouching down on one knee, readying himself for the resistance.  The smoke quickly cleared out, leaving three corpses on the ground.  Aphamos aimed his rifle and fired at the first man he saw, the shot hitting him straight between the eyes.  The body fell to the ground, moments later, the process repeating with the five other men that were still standing.  Aphamos slowly rose to his feet, Darr-Rann examining the area.  A vast highway resided in front of them, spanning out a longer distance then Aphamos could see.  It was tilted in a way that led them up, and from Aphamos's guess, to more resistance and at least one more blast door.  Here we go again.  "Alright, good job ladies.  Now bring those four speeders up here, and let's ride."  Damn.  I hate sharing a speeder.  Darr-Rann walked over the nearest speeder and sat down, turning the vehicle on and maneuvering it forward onto the highway.  "Marka, you and Aphamos get on one speeder and go forward and scout out the track.  The rest of you, find a partner and get going."

Aphamos walked over to the speeder next to Darr-Rann's.  "You can drive." Marka plainly added, obviously not to enthusiastic about their long journey up the path.  Aphamos sat down on the vehicle, placing his hands on the controls.  He closed his eyes, happy about being able to riding the speeder.  Man, I love these things.  he had always had a fondness of going fast, and swoops let him do just that.

"You better brace yourself," he said sarcastically, "because this is going to be one hell of a ride."  Aphamos heard Marka swallow, taking his seat behind Aphamos.  Just as Marka took his seat, Aphamos pushed forward on the handles, the vehicle blasting forward.  Hopefully he didn't fall off.  Aphamos felt something hit him on the shoulder, turning his head back to see Marka.  Even though the white stormtrooper armor was covering his body, Aphamos could still tell that his friend was caught off guard.  Aphamos smiled, and then turned back again, concentrating on the highway.  So far, their passage was clean, no resistance in their way.  It seemed like the highway would go on forever, every minute or so, Aphamos checking the distance they had traveled.  The path was silent, the only sound being the quiet hum of the engine, as well as the noise created by the speed of the vehicle itself.  Even though he was in his armor, he could still feel the wind hitting his face; he closed his eyes, shutting out all the sound around him.  He made himself an extension of the vehicle as he started to breathe in and out deeply, trying to relax.  He hadn't done this in a long time, and now that he thought of it, he hadn't gotten a decent bit of sleep in a long time.

His eyes shot open as he heard the sound of footsteps.  He took his binoculars out, looking forward towards the source of the sound.  He saw a small squadron off troopers, about five to be exact.  They were jogging straight towards his and Marka's position, obviously hearing about the disturbance that had been caused by the stormtroopers.  Aphamos put his binoculars down, turning his head to look back at Marka.  His ally was staring towards the enemies as well, placing his binoculars back onto his belt.  "I can take them in one shot." said Aphamos.  "Are you in?"  Marka hesitated for a moment, and then nodded, still not sure about what he had accepted too.  "I'll drop you off further up when we get near them.  You know, for your own safety."  Marka didn't need to think about what he had just heard, immediately nodding after the statement.  Aphamos turned around once more, pushing forward on the controls again.  He was quickly gaining distance, almost in range of the resistance ahead of him.  He slowed down just a bit, not ready for the attack just yet.  Alright, so how are we going to do this?  He had the basic idea of what he was going to perform to take the rebels out, but he wasn't sure of whether or not it was physically possible for the speeder or execute it.

"Oh, what the heck!" he muttered to himself, turning the speeder and shooting straight at the rebels.  He was in range now, the enemies all spotting him at the same time, aiming their rifles and firing at Aphamos.  The shots were inaccurate, all five of them missing him.  Loosening his muscles, he raced towards the rebel in the center, the swoop heading straight towards him.  Almost naturally, only a split second before he would have collided with the soldier, he turned, the right side of his vehicle smashing into all five of the troopers.  They were each thrust back at least fifteen feet before they met the ground.  Five loud thumps were heard, almost consecutively, Marka slowly walking up next to Aphamos.

"Wow.  Nice man." he added, stunned by what he had just seen.  A few moments later, three speeders making their way ahead of Aphamos, slowing down to a complete stop.

"We are close." said Darr-Rann, who turned his speeder so it faced forward.  "There is another set of blast doors ahead of us, and then we get to the core."

 
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War is cruelty. There's no use trying to reform it, the crueler it is the sooner it will be over.
--William Tecumseh Sherman--