Oh, crap.  Aphamos hadn't expected this at all, his ally Hunter now lying dead on the ground next to him.  Despite Darr-Rann's warnings, he had taken his mission as a vacation.  Before he had arrived at his current position, he cemented that statement into his head, desperately needing and searching for some sort of rest and relaxation.  He had been recently placed as the assistant squad leader of the Raiders, and along with the title, had been given even more responsibility.  He snapped to reality again, quickly looking around at the stormtroopers beside him.  "GET DOWN!  WE'VE GOT A SNIPER ON THE BALCONY!" he yelled.  He dove forward, finding the sniper oh the balcony that had just picked off his friend.  Almost naturally, he aimed and zoomed in at the head of the enemy, holding his breath and chanting that one word in his head.  Perfection.  Perfection.  He pulled the trigger, the shot bursting out of the barrel of his rifle, hitting the sniper in the neck.  The shot rang out through the entire area, the blast cutting the silence around him like a sharp, swift blade.  The man's muscles went loose, the enemy falling down as his head smacked the ground, a pool of blood forming under him.  A bloody spot formed behind where the man's neck used to be, a small chip in the wall from the bullet there as well.

Aphamos reloaded his rifle in a few brief motions, calmly yet precisely searching the building for further threats.  His hand came to a halt as he saw another figure only two stories above the dead man.  Aphamos zoomed in on the second man, the new target being a sniper as well, but this time, aiming straight at Aphamos.  Aphamos instinctively flipped twice to the left, the sniper, obviously an amateur compared to the last one, firing.  The shot hit the ground next to Aphamos, small debris flying out from the impact.  He aimed at where the sniper was, zooming in at his scope.  He started chanting in his mind again, holding his breath at the same time.  He pulled the trigger, the shot striking the man through the scope, piercing him in the right eye.  The man dropped his rifle, the weapon dropping to the ground, the barrel breaking off.  Aphamos reload once more, searching the building for more snipers.  Come on!  One more?  I haven't even used a clip yet.  He finished searching the building, slowly making his way to his feet.

"You can get up now." he said.  He walked over to the corpse that laid beside him, fresh blood still gushing out from the wound to the head.  "I don't think we are going to need a medic for this one." he added grimly.  He winced at the corpse, a shiver being sent down his spine.  A medic rushed over to the body, placing his fingers on Hunter's neck, checking for a pulse.  "Yeah.  A bit late there doc; maybe five minutes earlier, and you would have gotten something."  The medic looked up at him and nodded, a group of people coming in to take the corpse.  Aphamos walked over to Darr-Rann, who was staring out into the city.  A mysterious, thick fog had made its way to their area, the sound of thunder also starting up.  The lighting made a loud, high sound, almost like a cackle of sorts.  Aphamos looked over at his squad leader, who was having what Aphamos called one of his "moments".

"It's unfortunate to see him go." said Aphamos, looking out into the mirage of buildings as well.  "Crappy way to die too, if you ask me."  Darr-Rann merely nodded, still staring out towards the city.  "He wasn't with us for a long time though.  A week or two, wasn't it?"  Darr-Rann nodded again, this time shaking his head and looking at Aphamos.

"You think there are more of them in that building?" he asked.  Aphamos shrugged, looking over at the tower in question.  "We better make sure.  Hey, you five-" he said, pointing at five of the stormtroopers, "go check out that building.  Don't let your presence be known, and if you encounter anything, let us know.  Let's not go in and shoot at random things though, shall we?"  The stormtroopers all nodded, disbanding from their larger group and starting on their way to the building.  The building was only sixty yards away from their position and was slowly fading out of their sights, the fog consuming it.  Aphamos walked over to his left now, wanting to check on the other members of his squad now.  He slowed down, finally coming to a complete stop as a stranger approached the blast doors.  The man was wearing a thick, black cloak, his attire not at all familiar to Aphamos.  Darr-Rann hesitated for a moment, the walked towards the man, intercepting him before he could reach the doors.  Aphamos slowly walked over to Darr, keeping his distance away in case the man attacked.

"I have an urgent meeting with Shade 1013." said the man.  His voice was deep, commanding, as if he was ordering Darr-Rann to move aside.

"Sir, could you please take your coat off?" asked Darr-Rann politely.  The man's face started to redden as he moved back.

"I really don't have time for this!" the man roared.  Aphamos discreetly raised his sniper rifle, aiming it at the man's leg.

"Sir, I insist that you take your coat off if you wish to enter." said Darr, calmly.  The man fumed, taking his coat off.  He threw it down onto the ground, at the last second, pulling a metal object out of it.  Dammit!  The man pressed a button, raising his hand as a blade emerged from the hilt in his hand.  Aphamos quickly raised his rifle more, immediately firing.  The shot rang out again, hitting the man in the upper thigh.  The man started wailing, his screams and moans like roars.  The man tumbled to the ground, Darr-Rann kicking the knife out from his hand.  A group of stormtroopers rushed towards him, injecting something into the man's neck, one of them tending to the bullet wound on the man's thigh.  Aphamos reloaded his gun, walking towards Darr now.  "Why did you go and do that for?  He would have missed regardless."  Aphamos smiled at the statement, Darr-Rann giving orders again.  "Strip him and interrogate him.  Tell me what he knows as soon as possible."

 
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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--

I can't believe Hunter is dead, so much for that touch of immortality I felt amongst the Raiders, even though I never liked him he was still a Raider and should of died amongst a battlefield surrounded by fallen enemies, not like this, even though Rogueboy would of preferred a sniper bullet to a slow and painful death. Rogueboy stood at the gate in the lobby with LK. "You really didn't like Hunter did you?." Rogueboy let out a soft chuckle. "He really didn't like me, it wouldn't of been fair if I didn't return the feeling." Just than the comlink in Rogue's helmet was activated. "LK we need you down here, bring you med gear." LK looked at Rogue who bowed his head. "You know what this means." "Yes, yes I do." LK gave Rogue his ammo and went downstairs into the dungeons.

Why exactly am I carrying all this ammo? I really got to go take a leak "Darr I'm going to go to the restroom." Darr looked up snapping out of his distante gaze. "Yeah sure, just wash your hands when your done." Rogue didn't rise up to the bait, he made his way to the receptionist and asked the droid where the restrooms are. "Down the hall on your left, pass the tubelifts, a little further down the hall." Rogueboy gave his thanks and started down the hall, passing the tubelifts, there were a bunch of Shade 1013 officers waiting for the tubelift, most of them were humans but there were a a few other species thrown into the mix Rogue passed them and reached the bathrooms, walking up to the urinals he saw the urinal cakes bore the mark of the Imperial Center Store. The bathrooms were your usual white tiled floor, white urinals, three stalls, a small shelf, and two sinks with circular mirrors. Rogueboy set down his helmet on the shelf and went to go relieve himself, he finished, washed his hands and stepped out. Rogueboy looked on his left, there was a door all the way at the end of the hall. I wonder where this leads to? Rogueboy went to the door and opened it, it led to a hallway where there were industrial sized tube lifts, at the end of the hall there was another door, Rogue approached it and opened, he entered a loading dock with a gate, and a door leading to an outside alley. Rogue turned his comlink on. "Darr  I think we forgot about the back door." Darr came over the comlink. "There's a backdoor? Why didn't Shade 1013 inform me about it?" Rogue dwelled upon the posed question. "Probably because most people don't think about shipping and they didn't feel the need to guard it." Rogueboy opened the door and saw five men in black coats heading towards the door. "Darr I might need a little back up. I got five men heading towards me, and they are probably armed." Rogueboy closed the door and took up point behind a crate that was beside the door. bringing his E-11 to point. Darr's voice came over the comlink. "It might be a decoy to bring us all to that side, I'll send a few of the clones over to assist you."

A few minutes later the door opened and the men walked by holding out blasters, they looked straight at the door leading towards the restrooms and the reception, not looking at the left where Rogue was hiding. This might play out pretty good, Rogue slowly lowered his E-11 and began attaching his vibrobayonet, the five would-be killer's progress was slow, Rogueboy also made slow progress, taking cautious quiet steps, eventually he fell in line behind the other five men. Got to make this one count. Rogueboy pulled his arms back and with as much force as possible thrust his bayonet into the man's spine, the man screamed and fell on the floor unable to move his arms or legs. "Nobody move or I'll kill you all." Rogue shouted at the top of his voice. The four other men paused for a second one of them was just about to turn around and fire until all such hopes vanished as two more troopers came in from the door. Rogue spoke with renewed courage. "Now drop your guns and put your hands on the back of your heads." The suspects complied, Rogue pointed to one of the other troopers. "Search them." "Yes, sir." The trooper began searching them, pulling out knives and grenades from various pockets and jackets. Within ten minutes later the prisoners were escorted downstairs to be entrusted into Daminga's care.

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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]

Aphamos rose to his feet again, slinging his sniper rifle to his side.  Great.  How are we going to get out of this one?  He turned to his right, looking at his squad leader.  Darr-Rann had his comlink up to his helmet again, trying to get something from the troopers in the tower.  They are either captured or dead.  Or both, of course.  He sighed to himself, wanting to get an update from Darr, but at the same time, already knowing what he would hear.  "Did you get anything yet?" he asked quietly.  The squad leader put his comlink back on his belt, shaking his head at the question.  Aphamos opened his mouth again, about to ask another question, when he quickly bit his tongue, silencing himself.  He was always asking Darr questions, always looking at him when time came for a plan.  He wanted to solve this one though, and for once, he wanted to give Darr some time to think.  He closed his eyes, plans of attack going through his head, one by one being systematically thrown away.

Make them lose without attacking.  His eyes shot open, a plan finally hitting him.  He looked over to Darr-Rann again, who had finally gotten signal from the comlink.  A cold, high pitched voice resonated from the comlink; a voice that was, oddly enough, familiar to Aphamos.  The sound was like that of a cackle, the voice mocking the stormtroopers, in a sense.  Darr-Rann looked over at Aphamos, and even though a helmet separated his face from Aphamos's vision, Aphamos could tell Darr's expression.  What kind of freak-show do we have on our hands here?  Aphamos searched his mind, trying to find where he had heard that voice.  The fact that he couldn't identify the voice was tearing him from the inside out, to a point where he stopped trying.  Darr-Rann pressed the small button on the side of his comlink, finally asking the man to identify himself.

"This isn't Red team, is it?" he said plainly.  The man on the other side continued to laugh, this time harder due to Darr-Rann's statement.  The squad leader shook his head, pressing the button on the device again.  "Please identify yourself."  The laughing slowed down a bit, and then finally faded into a total stop.  Thank you.

"Oh, there is no time for introductions." the said the man.  Aphamos had heard that statement before also, the image of the man coming back to him again.  He finally drew himself a picture of the man, You have got to be kidding me.  He is still alive?  "Now, either you abide by my little rules here, or every five minutes that you keep me waiting, one of these fine men will be tortured to death."  Aphamos quickly stepped forward, taking the comlink from Darr-Rann.

"How about this&Ezjarl." said Aphamos.  "We have recently acquired some of your soldiers.  I propose a prisoner exchange."

"Ah, you must be one of my filthy brother's friends." he said.  "How about this.  You either agree to this, or the next thing you hear is the cry from this trooper here."  Aphamos swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.  "You give me LK and the rest of my men, and I'll give you these soldiers here.  You have five minutes.  When they time runs out, these men start dying."


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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--

Daminga stood over the five prisoners feeling a bit exhausted.  He had sent LK back outside with the rest of the squad.  Now he was done with his task of interrogating the prisoners.  His hands felt numb and his knuckles had started bleeding long ago.  His arms had grown sore from the constant swinging.  Daminga knew that as bad as he felt, the prisoners were feeling fifty times worse.  Two were actually still conscious, which Daminga admired. 

If they can take what I gave them and still be awake then they've got guts.  It's either that or they're just stupid.

Daminga was one of those who believed that the old "persuasion" ways were the best and he had used every trick in the book with these guys.  Now he looked around at the prisoners and the reality of what he was done finally started to sink in. 

One of the guys was laying on the ground, his legs tied at the ankles and his arms tied behind his back.  Blood had dried onto his face causing him to be unrecognizable.  His left hand had been crushed under one of the legs of a chair which Daminga had place on top of the hand and forced another prisoner to sit on.  Still, he hadn't talked much except to cry out in pain.  His two buddies who were also pasted out were also barely recognizable.  One had a broken jaw and the other's eyes were so swollen that it'd take a couple days for him to see again.  Also, the one with the broken jaw, had a nice cut across his forehead from where Daminga had finally had enough with him.  The man had kept spiting at Daminga and refusing to talk.  When the man finally was able to project his aim good enough to hit Daminga in the face, Daminga had picked him up and thrown him across the room.. The man had come down crashing face first onto a metal table, hence to head injury and the unconscious state he was in.  The other, the one with the swollen eyes tipped backwards in his chair as Daminga threw punch after punch into his face and stomach, knocking his head on the floor.

Daminga glanced over at the two that were still awake, both sitting in chairs with arms and legs tied.  He had had to resort to weaponry with these two.  One was clenching his teeth together as to not scream out in pain from the blaster wounds Daminga delivered to his both his knees. 

That one is a toughest son of a bitch.  Both knees caps gone and he still just whimpers like a child.

The other man had also proven tough.  Daminga had to use one of his knifes to cut away a couple fingers before the man starting to try and shake his bond hands away.  This only cause Daminga to cut slower.  Finally it was this man that had talked. 

Maybe I didn't use the right tactics with the first three.  Than again I didn't really work slow enough for them to answer. 

Daminga reached for his comlink, which he had switched off as to not distract him.  "Darr,  I've got a name.  Ever heard of a fellow named Ezjarl?" 

 
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Raiders
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

Points: Main Story  Galactic Games  Individual Posts = points

Aphamos  3  2  0 = 10
Rogueboy  3  4  2 = 16
LK  0  0  0 = 0
Eviscares  0  0  0 = 0
Daminga  2  1  0 = 6
Howmi Martin  0  0  0 = 0

Last post on GG recorded 7:07 PM  comnet time.


Daminga had one post discounted in the GG due to it not meeting the length requirements

Well, its a bit slow to start, but Aphamos and Rogueboy, and Daminga have done well so far. Get posting, the rest of you guys!

The standings:

1.Rogueboy
2.Aphamos
3.Daminga
4.Everyone Else

 
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SL/SGT_Darr-Rann/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR][CoR]
|EXO/WO2_Demonic/Kaph 5/PheonixWing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE| (=*A*=)(=*SA*=)(VC:B)(MC2)(VEB)(DSM)[BWC]-=TOP PILOT=-
SERGEANT
WARRANT OFFICER, 2ND CLASS
one of few - A vast Empire medic
Read Losses of Vandetta by me and Hellra
Flashmaker

Aphamos winced at the thought of one of the stormtroopers dying.  Another life wasted, he thought to himself, looking down at the ground.  He sighed, knowing that there was nothing that he could have done at that moment, but inside, he was determined to get the rest of the hostages out safely.  Damn double agent; too many people hate the Empire.  Someone in PR is screwing up really bad, if you ask me.  He thought of Shade 1013, and how someone was betraying them, right under their noses.  Aphamos looked over to his right, seeing his squad leader, Darr-Rann, busy with his comlink.  He turned, looking to his left now, staring at a stormtrooper.  The trooper was facing the building, no orders issued to him at all.  Aphamos walked towards the trooper, the soldier immediately turning around and saluting.

Aphamos returned the salute, waiting for the trooper to introduce himself.  "Private First Class Howmi Martin, Sir, reporting for duty."  Oh geez, new recruit.  Aphamos nodded, turning as Eviscares approached them.

"Hey Aph." said Eviscares, turning towards Howmi.  "I see you have met Howmi."  Aphamos nodded again, puzzled by how Eviscares had mentioned that; it was as if they knew each other some how.  "We were both in Dark Dragoons at one time, so we are already acquainted.  Damn, this isn't the time for introductions.  I need to get to Darr.

"Evis, I'll leave you in charge of taking care of our new recruit." said Aphamos.  Eviscares nodded, Howmi and Eviscares setting off into the other direction.  Aphamos quickly turned, walking back to his right.  He saw his squad leader, briskly making his way to Darr-Rann's position.  He saluted at Darr, Darr-Rann returning the salute.  "Have any plans?"  Darr-Rann didn't answer, but continued to stare out into the distance.  "This is crunch time.  There isn't much time left until the kill the next prisoner.  I say we start the ransom now."

"We can't have both of us win now, can we?" asked Darr-Rann, rhetorically.  Aphamos slowly shook his head, looking at the building in front of him.  The fog had cleared up now, leaving the stormtroopers a clear line of sight.  He closed his eyes, starting his normal routine of breathing in and out deeply.  This helped him concentrate, shutting him out of the world.  Fixes you right up for snipers, too.  He pictured the skyscraper in his mind, then the position of the stormtroopers, and finally, thought about their current situation.  Now what to do?  Bring them out, the strike.  He shook his head sharply.  That won't work unless we have about a hundred snipers waiting to cut any enemies down.  Bomb them?  Aphamos stopped, his scaring him.  Yeah, let's not bomb them.  Then the idea hit him.  Draw them out, trade, then fire.  Aphamos looked over at his squad leader, Darr-Rann still in one of his "episodes".

"I have an idea." said Aphamos, Darr-Rann quickly turning in his direction, knowing that there wasn't much time left.  "This needs to be done perfectly if you want it to work."  Darr-Rann nodded, Aphamos taking a deep breath and starting.

 
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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--

OOC: Allright boys...I'm gonna come give ya a hand! Forgive the long post, it's been a while since I worked with the Raiders

The StarSpeeder landed on Tadath at a faster pace than usual. After celbrating at one of the offworld Cantinas, Rizzit was called back in a hurry as a personal favor to Darr-Rann. Not too far from the office tower, Rizzit landed his Starwind Yacht and prepared to disembark. Rizzit was walking down the boarding ramp when he was literally tackled off the ramp, which was followed by an oof!.

Rizzit slowly got up, rubbing his back. "Geez Kams....had a bit too many didn't ya?"

Kami shook her head. "Nah...I'm just glad to be back on a mission."

Rizzit nodded in agreement. You and me both Kami....you and me both...

Rizzit stare off into space. The ship and the office tower faded around him. Images of good times were coming back to him in his mind from long ago....

Rizzit and the rest of his squad were sitting around the lounge. `TJ offered to pay for the drinks and Rizzit offered to deal the Sabaac Cards. After Rizzit wearing down the whole squad, this was a good way to relax. Suddenly the repulsorlift engines of a shuttle could be heard just outside the base. Otto looked at Rizzit accusingly. "Okay Rizz, what are you doing this time?" Rizzit was shocked. He had no idea what that shuttle was doing there either. He just shook his head in bewilderment. "Otto my friend, I have no idea." Just before Rizzit could get up to see what was going on, a stormtrooper walked into the lounge.

The lounge was the closest room to the entrance to the base, so it was no surpise that they found their way in so quickly. The stormtrooper walked over to where the RAIDERS were playing cards and drinking.

"Greetings. I am Private First Class Jyse Toklar. I was sent here to report in to First Sergeant Rizzit." said the stormtrooper.

"Well, we'll call you Jyse." Said Rizzit. "If that's okay with you." Jyse nodded in agreement.

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After suiting up from head to toe (except the helmet of course) Rizzit headed out to go wake up Otto and Teej. Headed all the way next door Rizzit was about to pound on Otto's door but instead he listened in on what Otto was mumbling.

*SNORE*"Dee....I'm gonna kill you."*SNORE*"Jubei....lose some weight so I can kill you."*SNORE*"Swomz.....you're a loser and I hate you. I'd wanna kill you most of all!*SNORE*

Rizzit chose this time to pound on Otto's door. *KNOCK*KNOCK*KNOCK "Otto! Neither of them are in our squad anymore! WAKE UP! SUIT UP! It's time to leave!"

Otto rolled out of his bed and onto the floor. "Wha? Huh? Rizz, what the heck is going on?" He asked.

"You were dreaming about your "favorite" members of our squad D-13, Jubei_Nimiichi, and Swomz." Rizzit replied through the wooden door.

"You call that a dream? It sounds more like a nightmare!" Otto replied.

"They're you're dreams dude, not mine! Anyways get suited up. We're leaving."

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"Sir, PFC Fallen Angel reporting for duty...Fury and Peacemaker sent me with a Lambda class shuttle for transport...sir?...are you ok sir?"

Rizzit had stopped dead in his tracks are stared at Angel..."Jubei?' angel heard Rizzit whisper.

"sir, Jubei was my older brother sir...he died...just about a year ago..."

"well, aren;t you the spitting image of him... lemmie see your orders Angel...is that what we should call you...?"

"either Angel or Fallen sir...even Jikkyo if you like, thats my real name"

"ok then Angel, lets see those orders"

Fallen Angel produced a small data disk from his uniform. Rizzit acitvated it to produce Cosmic's smiling face.

"scared ya didn;t he Rizzit...i thought he would. He's the best weve got at the academy and he flew through his training. we thought you needed a little more ummm firepower, so hes your new Heavy Weapons Specialist. If he did what he was told he should be with a Lambda class shuttle to be used for your extraction. He...um...he seems to like to blow things up...wonder where he got that from...well at least he wont have cold feet pullling hte trigger...his brothers death left him with a cold heart...just dont leave him alone with prisoners who tried to kill him... Cosmic out"

"boy is Otto going to be happy to see you Angel... wanna have a little fun with him?"

"Otto come in," the comm yelled, "this is Rizzit, send Snipes and Cos on further down the mines, only about 2 kilometers though, and get yourself up here. I've got a little.... surprise for you"

Rizzit sounded amused and pleased with himself, which made Otto very worried.

"Riiiight," Otto replied, "I'll be right there." He switched off the comm and turned to Snipes and Cos. "You heard your orders from Rizzit, keep going down the shaft, no further than 2 kilometers," he turned to leave and shouted over his shoulder, "and Cos, quit being so jittery."

Otto raced back up the tunnel, using the Force to aid him in his run. He saw the mouth of the cave and stopped the Force flowing through him and began to walk up the slope towards open air. He turned off his inferred vision and walked into the light. Mara Jade was staring up at him from her communications equipment and jerked her helmeted head towards the spot where Rizzit and Teej were standing side by side with their helmets off grinning widely. Otto removed his helmet, exposing his very puzzled and worried look, TJ and Rizzit both grinning widely was not a good thing. This only made their smiles widen more, which seemed impossible.

They stepped away from each other to expose the bewildered, yet familiar and defiant, face of a young PFC, a face he hadn't seen in almost a year. Taken aback, Otto gasped and dropped his helmet.

"But, it can't be, he's... he's dead." Otto whispered just loud enough that the squad could hear him

"Yes Sir," the young PFC said "Jubei is dead, I am not he. I am his brother, Jikkyo, but my call sign is Fallen Angel, just call me Angel."

"He... he had a brother?" Otto said, turning and glaring at Rizzit, who was still grinning stupidly.

"Yep," Rizzit giggled, "And now his brother's a RAIDER, cool huh?"

"Yeah... cool."

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Angel had finshed checking out the ship and was about to leave, when mara boarded.

"Christ Angel you're worse than snipes. He didnt even get hurt this time...ok lets check you out." Mara said with a pained look on her face.

"Hey, getting beat to crap is part of the family tradition. Lemmie tell you about this one time my brother and IH squad had to take out this superweapon..."

"save it for later angel, we need to get you patched up right away."

Mara went to work with her duct tape, sealing the wounds on Angels back and arm. then She made a sling for his left arm, to restrict the movement in his shoulder that was torn to hell. Then she helped him to his feet, and they went back down the boarding ramp.

They had just gotten off the ship, when they saw TJ lop off one of the remaining pirates arms. The pirate screamed and fell, the scent of charred flash filling the chamber. Otto and rizzit finished off the last pirates, using hand to hand combat so as to be able to interrogate them.

Rizzit took one look at Angel, shook his head, and laughed, "you know you're familt sure has some strange traditions angel. I'd prefer it if you tried to get rid of this one from now on...duct tape isnt cheap."  the rest of the squad laughed, the first time they''d been able to since the mission started. Even snipes breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he escaped without major harm. it was then that the adrenaline began to wear off, as the battle ended and fatigue set in.

"ok guys, lets wrap this up. does naybody know how to pilot one of these ships?" Rizzit asked.

Angel raised his good hand, "ya i can, but i'll need a co-pilot...hey otto you could come with me, we'll share stories about my brother."

Otto's jaw dropped, and the entire squad almost passed out from laughing.

"just kidding sir, but i'd like to have you along for the ride home."

"alright angel lets do it." Otto said...

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"Welcome home," Fury said as Rizz and Otto sat,  "I'm sure you had a safer mission than your friend Cos did, I'm sorry to hear he died, his family will be recieving letters of condulence. Now on to our first concern. Now Rizzit, I know you have important information, but; Otto, we've all been dying to know..."

"We?" Otto asked

"All of us," he waved his had around indicating the other commanders and smiled, "We've all been wondering how you and Fallen Angel faired together?"

"Oh, is that what this is? A test of my temper?"

"Not at all," Cosmic said, "this meeting is on a subject totally different from this, we're just curious. Your temper does you credit as a Dark Jedi, but not in front of the Prefect of the Army, now calm yourself"

"Yes my Lord," Otto replied and closed his eyes, letting the Force flow through his veins, calming his mind and body. After a minute or so he re-opened his eyes and stared at the commanders about the room.
    "If you must know," he said at last, "When I first saw him I was very startled, and my temper flared again, but within seconds he earned my utmost respect, for he knew of my history with his brother and confronted me about it, telling me he was unlike his brother and did not wish to quarrel with me. He's been a good friend since and great addition to the squad."

"As Otto and Angel were about to leave the planet, Angel found me and informed me that he had gotten the name of the client that had hired the pirates. Sirs, it was Swomz."

The commanders looked shocked, but held their own tempers, Otto's short temper, on the other hand, got the best of him.
"Swomz?!" he yelled, sitting up straight, "I'm going to kill that little bastard!!"

"Otto..." Cosmic warned

"I agree with Otto," Fury said at last, "Swomz needs to be punished for this. I will hire a bounty hunter to bring him in alive. Then, Otto, you may kill him. But before that happens, we have something to discuss with you."

Otto sat back and waited for Fury to continue.

"It recently has come to our attention that, recent... events... have led to the need of new leadership of Iron Horse. Otto, your long time loyal service to the Army, and the Vast Empire itself has led us to believe that you have come to deserve a position that calls for more leadership than you have had. We regret to say we should've done this a long time ago, but are glad to inform you that you have been promoted to the Squad Leader position of Iron Horse. Congratulations Otto."

Otto was shocked, he had been considered for Squad Leader positions in the past,  but had always been pushed aside when others who had been Squad Leaders in the past had returned from retirement or AWOL status. He'd been with the Raiders for almost 6 years, gradually moving up in rank and had been Assistant Squad Leader for a good 3 years. He couldn't bring himself to reply

"Otto?" Rizzit finally asked

Otto snapped himself back into reality.
  "Sorry, I'm just a bit taken aback. This is an honor sir, thank you so much, you won't be dissappointed."

"I'd better not be," replied a grinning Fury, "Now, go say farewell to the Raiders, especially Angel, I'm sure you've come very close to them all and I know how hard it is to leave your friends to go to a new position. But once you're done with that, I expect you to introduce yourself to your new squad, and the two new members of it, PFC Shawn Tylers and PFC Xaivier. Dismissed."

Otto and Rizzit stood, saluted the commanders, turned and walked out of the room.

Once outside the door, Otto released a breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding. Rizzit turned to him smiling.

"Congratulations man," he said, still beaming "I always knew you had it in you, I just didn't want to admit it, didn't wanna lose you as an assistant. But now you've gotten what you've deserved for a very long time, you earned it, we're gunna miss you."

"Rizz, it's not like I'm leaving the Army or anything, I'm just going to a new squad. You've already told me that the commanders are planning a big platoon wide mission, so we'll be on that together. You've led me to this point man, it's your own damn fault you're losing me." He winked at Rizzit, put his helmet back on and walked down the corridor. Five minutes later they'd reached the troopers' lounge, where all of the Raiders had finally made it home and were winding down from a tough mission.

Otto and Rizzit walked in and the squad raised their glasses to them. They both removed their helmets and Otto looked on the verge of actually crying, which he didn't do much.

"Umm, Otto.." Mara questioned "You alright? You look... upset."

"Well boys and girls, I'm sorry I have to say this, but it looks like this is going to be my farewell to the Raiders."

"Farewell?" Jed said "Otto, what are you talking about?"

"I've just been informed that I am now the Squad Leader of Iron Horse."

"Wow!" Jyse said "That's great Otto!"

They all congratulated him and then celebrated for a good hour or so. After that, Otto let the Force sober him up and he set off to introduce himself to his new squad. This was going to be interesting.

"Rizz...Rizz...are you there?" Kami said before she tackled him to the ground again.

The blur that surrounded Rizzit was fading back into reality. He was once again outside the StarChaser with Kami. Except...he was laying on the ground. Slowly standing up this time, he got to his feet.

"You scared me for a second there. You went into some sort of catatonic daydream."

"Sorry, I guess I was reminscing. I've had lots of memories with the Raiders, and very few of my old troopers are still around...." Rizzit said sadly.

"Cheer up Rizzy! You got me! Let's go find the squad."

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

"Report." Darr-Rann said, speaking over the squad channel. Their helmets had special filters in place that allowed them to speak over radio with complete silence. It was useful on missions like this.

"We've just caught two sleeping, dead now. Raider five had a bit of a difficult time with his." Eviscares added, with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "We haven't encountered any combat yet."

"Roger that Raider three. Raider two, how's the hallway?" Darr-Rann said, peering around a corner with his carbine held ready.

"No activity over here, Raider leader." Aphamos replied. Darr-Rann felt almost sorry in a way; He had to sit back while the rest of them went to work. "Still holding."

Suddenly something caught Darr-Rann's attention. The sound of voices and footsteps filled the room, ahead and left of him. He motioned Culexus to follow, crept closer to their position, hiding behind a cubical. They crouched absolutely still as the enemy passed.

"Those stormies are becoming a real pain in the ass. I wish the boss would just let us kill them all already and be done with it." One person said. Darr-Rann felt himself tense, anger starting to boil up inside him. They had already executed some of his fellow soldiers, and he would let them harm the rest. He drew his combat knife, the blade sliding silently out of it's sheath at his side. Culexus followed suit.

The two troopers crept around the cubical, finding themselves behind the enemies. There were three of them, all dressed in minor body armor and carrying old, rusted looking blaster rifles. The two stormtroopers crept towards their enemies, moving fast enough to gain ground, but slow enough to be quiet.

One fell slightly behind the others, and Darr-Rann took his chance. Reaching out, he pressed his left forarm against the man's chest, bringing him closer. His right hand launched forward, swiping the razor-sharp military grade knife against the man's throat, killing him instantly and soundlessly. He deposited the body to the floor and continued.

He nodded to Culexus, sheathing the blade and drawing out his carbine. Together they raised their weapons, the barrels aimed at the back of the terrorist's heads. A moment later they dropped to the ground, burning holes in the back of their skulls. They dragged the bodies into a cubical, hiding them as best they could.

"Three armed targets neutralized. Doesn't look like were expecting an attack. Pretty foolish, let's make them regret it." Darr-Rann said over the com channel. Various acknowledgments met him in return. Suddenly an alert flashed on his HUD. Someone was trying to contact him VIA private com channel. He shrugged his shoulders and opened it.

"Raiders Squad leader, this is command. Colonel Rizzit and  Gunnery Sergeant Kami are on there way as reinforcements." A voice he vaguely recognized as one of the platoon's minor staff members.

"Roger that command." Darr-Rann said. Kami had been assigned to the squad but had not yet been moved in, and Rizzit was once a Raider. They must really consider this an important job if they're getting sent to us. He shrugged once more and contacted his squad.
 
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Raiders
SL/SGT_Darr-Rann/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR][CoR]
|EXO/WO2_Demonic/Kaph 5/PheonixWing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE| (=*A*=)(=*SA*=)(VC:B)(MC2)(VEB)(DSM)[BWC]-=TOP PILOT=-
SERGEANT
WARRANT OFFICER, 2ND CLASS
one of few - A vast Empire medic
Read Losses of Vandetta by me and Hellra
Flashmaker

"Sounds at the end of the hallway!" Aphamos reported over the comm. The Raiders rushed to the doorway, their carbines raised and ready to fire. Aphamos stayed at the beginning of the hallway, protecting their backs. The muffled sound of footsteps and voices echoed out from the other side of the door.

Suddenly it opened, and two people walked in through. Four carbines simultaneously were aimed in their direction. Darr-Rann took a moment to recognize them, then lowered his weapon, the others following suite.

"Sorry Rizz, Kami." Darr-Rann said. He nodded to the others and they proceeded to walk back down to the end of the hall.

"Don't worry about it. What's the situation here?" Rizzit said, his officer's rifle held ready.

"We had just secured this floor and were about to move on to the next one. The hostage troopers are three floors up." The squad leader responded, emphasizing his statement by making a pointing gesture to the ceiling. He sighed, "We've lost a trooper on this mission, and Daminga being pulled back to the reserves didn't help. I'm glad you two showed up."

"Any word on how they're doing?" Kami asked. They reached the position were Aphamos stood and picked up their equipment packs. Darr-Rann took a moment to check over his communications pack, then they proceeded back to the stairwell.

"Alright, time to form up some teams." Darr-Rann said. He consulted Rizzit for a moment. "Gold team will be made up of me, Aphamos, and Kami. Silver team will be Rizzit leading Eviscares, Culexus, and Rogueboy." They proceeded up the stairwell, ready for combat. Darr-Rann opened the door and they slipped in.

This room was filled with computers and server towers, with enemies scattered throughout the room.  The two teams moved to either side. Suddenly they were spotted.

"Hey, you!" One of the terrorists said, beginning to raise his rifle. A flurry of carbine fire tore into him, killing the target near instantly. The other terrorists were alerted though, and blaster fire started to exchage back and forth.

I wouldn't want to be one of the technicians who has to fix up this mess. Darr-Rann thought to himself as a stack of servers took a hit and burst into flames. Suddenly a burning pain scorched across his arm as a blaster bolt hit the edge of his bicep plate. He gritted his teeth and returned fire, downing a terrorist who was trying to move for a better position.

The hardware scattered around the room made it a difficult fight; Many shots that should have hit their targets clipped off of computer equipment instead. One of the terrorists maaged to get through the fray and to the stairs. Darr-Rann swore loudly and fired in his direction, but failed to stop him. It's really hit the fan now... He thought.
 
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Raiders
SL/SGT_Darr-Rann/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR][CoR]
|EXO/WO2_Demonic/Kaph 5/PheonixWing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE| (=*A*=)(=*SA*=)(VC:B)(MC2)(VEB)(DSM)[BWC]-=TOP PILOT=-
SERGEANT
WARRANT OFFICER, 2ND CLASS
one of few - A vast Empire medic
Read Losses of Vandetta by me and Hellra
Flashmaker

While Darr-Rann's Gold Team was dealing with the trouble they ran into, Rizzit's Silver (Platinum) team wasn't doing all that better.....

Rizzit led his team up the stairwell. Oh wonderful.....MORE STAIRS! Darr's gonna pay for this! Rizzit was first in line followed closely by Rogueboy, then Eviscares, with Celuxeus bringing up the rear. When they reached the top of the stairwell, Rizzit got to the door first.

"Let me go through first, and wait for me to check if the coast is clear."

"But sir." Rogueboy protested. "You have no armor."

"Exactly the point. From what I was told, I wearing an officer's uniform similar to those that were captured. With any luck, they'll merely think I escaped and bring me to the holding area. I of course am not defenseless, and plan to at least break myself out there: and meet up with the three of you so we can finish this off. Also, I'd imagine that the time that it takes these idiots to escort me to "my cell": would create a distraction for you guys to move on from here. Try and follow them as they escort me."

Rizzit stepped out into an empty corridor and looked around. "Well, looks like the coast is clear. When we do run into anyone, either ditch me or make it look like you busted me out. In the meantime, let's see if we can't find where these officers are being held."

Rizzit led his team into the corridor. It didn't stay empty for long. They were expected. A defense team was hiding for unsuspecting intruders, and they weren't very friendly. Without warning blaster bolts were fired in their direction, forcing Rizzit and company back into the stairwell. Rizzit grabbed a Gas Grenade from his belt (his only one) and pulled the clip. As the door opened, Rizzit quickly tossed the Grenade out the door and shut it again quickly.

"Hold here for a bit. I doubt that we're anywhere near the holding area. At any rate, let's allow this to take effect and we'll head back out. Hopefully they don't have gas masks and we'll find them all unconcious on the floor. With any luck, I can still be "captured" later on. As for now, I'm going to stick with you guys. Allright, let's go. The air should be clean by now. Just in case hold your breath."
 
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Colonel Rizzit BlackHeart
Wildcard Platoon Commander
Phoenix Company Commander
Army of the Vast Empire
CC/PC/COL
Rizzit/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[OPE][OTH][EW1][RCoD][CRoM][CoH][OPA][SoA][SoS][SCP]
Everything expressed truly from your heart and soul is as pure as gold in the minds of anyone who listens!"--Rizzit

Rogue waited with Rizzit's platinum squad for the smoke to clear up, finally Rizzit gave the all clear, and the squad proceeded with caution. Rizzit and Rogue advanced on the door while the rest of the team were at a level that they could still fire into the room and use the stairs for cover. Rogue opened the door, slowly at first until it was almost out of his reach and he gave it a final push, smoke billowed out of the room, Rogue looked at Rizzit who in turn shrugged. Rizzit was the first into the room having inhaled a deep breath only moments before, Rogue was sharp on his tail, a blast bolt flew at Rizzit who ducked and the bolt hit Rogueboy's rifle, the rifle slammed into Rogue's chest and he flew back into Eviscares and they both fell down on the ground in a heap. Rogue watched as Rizzit ran down the corridor, Rogue raised his rifle to offer as much support as he could but saw that his rifle was smoking. Shit Rogue thought to himself as he tossed the now useless weapon aside and drew his sidearm.

Rizzit ran through the smoke wall and saw to dazed looking terrorists staring straight at him, Rizzit stuck out his arms and clotheslined them, laughing Rizzit made a few turns and ran into a room, as he ran into the room a door on the opposite end opened and three men filed out. "One of the prisoners escaped, get him." The foremost of the men said as he pointed his blaster at Rizzit.

"This is not where I parked my speeder." Rizzit said as he turned around and started running in the opposite direction, as Rizzit was running he heard the men call in the situation and heard a voice respond with. "Apprehend the prisoner, don't kill him."

Rizzit turned around and headed back into the room, the man in front dove to try to tackle Rizzit, but Rizz deftly dodged him, the second man charged, Rizzit fell on his belly and the man tripped over him, the third man tried to grapple with the prisoner, but once again he eluded them, after trying unsuccessfully to capture Rizzit for three minutes the terrorists called for reinforcements.

Platinum squad was pinned down in the corridor, seeking whatever they could use for cover, Rogue was using the corner of a wall exposing a little bit of himself no matter how hard he tried to conceal himself. Rogue yelled. "Evi, lay down some cover fire I need to find something better otherwise I'm a dead man." Sure enough a steady stream of silenced blaster fire shot out, Rogueboy used the opportunity to sprint closer towards the enemy, as he turned a corner he ran into two of them who were using the corner has cover. Rogueboy's blaster pistol shot the first man near point blank, the second man used the butt of his weapon to crack Rogueboy across the head, Rogue's head snapped back and his brain hit the roof of his skull, and he fell down dazed, as Rogue started realising what was going on, his helmet was on the floor next to him and the side of a rifle was blocking his windpipe, Rogue panicked and tried to push the rifle away, but the man has the advantage of being on the top, Rogue tried to kick him in the balls but the man was positioned perfectly using his knees to keep Rogue's hands from reaching up, in desperation Rogue grabbed his knife and buried it in the man's pelvis, the man let out a cry but kept the gun on Rogue's throat.

The room started to dim, the man's visage blurred and final thoughts entered Rogueboy's head. Now I will never know what it's like to truly fall in love, the joys of parenthood, all I have is this man who is killing me. The man had dark features, dark hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin, he smelled heavily of exotic spices, and as the man's grinning face started to disappear all of a sudden it came back tenfold, only difference was he was no longer grinning, as a matter of fact he no longer had a face it was caved in, and brain matter started dripping down his face. Rogue gasped for breath and pushed the corpse off as he looked up he saw red skin. Is it an angel? Rogue's brains put the pieces together and the form of Culexus emerged, he blew the smoke on his blaster. "You owe me one."


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

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The Raider were united again, Rogue felt his spirit soar and the unease in him passed, as a unit the Raiders were strong, seemingly invincible or at least until this morning when Hunter Plasma's brain painted a picture on the wall. Rogue once again felt confident that if at least he were to die the squad would avenge him, which brought Rogue to the thought of death, it wouldn't be the first time that Rogue's thought have turned away from his seemingly immortality and to more depressing sentiments. Rogue shook these thoughts from his mind, this wasn't him, he died back when he was a gladiator anything else after is borrowed time. Borrowed and to be repaid in full with interest Rogue thought to himself as he picked up a nearby fallen blaster, it was a standard E-11.

Rogue followed his squad as they cleared out the floor, there were no remaining enemies, and the squad proceeded towards the stairs, Rogue heard Rizzit groan, which brought a chuckle to a few of the squad members but not to Rogueboy. Not today, today I kill. Rogue inwardly cursed the sons of bitches who made him think he wasn't that tough the bastards who ruined the immortal feel of Raiders, the ones that made his soul seethe and wish he could butcher them to tiny pieces and feed them to the carrions, today is a day where we mix business and pleasure.

Not long after these thought passed through Rogue's mind did he realize perhaps he was growing fey and that death may seem like the eternal kiss from a lover once again Rogue seethed. What are these thoughts? I' am not a poet? Or one much for feelings, whose thoughts are they? Because they are clearly not mine. I just do what I'm told I try to keep my thoughts to myself, because that's what it is in the army I'm not paid to think only to fight. These thoughts saddened Rogueboy and life was sad enough without dwelling upon the sad parts, Rogue banished this reasoning from his mind, he could do that easily with almost any thought, the trick was to dwell on something else, like the upcoming fight. Rogue's hands became sweaty with the anticipation of killing, oddly enough he had his mood swings when in a combat situation sometimes all he felt was anger and wanted to destroy the enemy and cause as much pain as possible, other times he felt serene, comforted and would let the enemy go if they would surrender, most of the time he felt detached when at war, indifferent he fought so he could live and to disobey an order was treason, so if he didn't fight he would die as well.

Rogue was no coward battle was an old friend to be enjoyed at times, Rogue returned to the task at hand. The squad was in the stairwell and as they approached the door they started to stack up on it, Rogue looked to Darr; who in turn nodded, Rogue reached for the door and a dark sense of foreboding entered his very essence. Rogue opened the door and a hail of gunfire followed, one bolt taking Rogue square in the shoulder and he shrieked in pain as he fell, another was deflected by the plastoid armour, Rogue fell down a flight of stairs smacking elbows and knees on every step, his helmet fell off, and a crack filled the air as the back of Rogue's head hit the last stair.

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

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

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Darr's comlink beeped, signalling an incoming transmission. "Sergeant Squall has been transferred to Raiders, from reserves, as we speak he is working his way up the staircase. Command, out." Darr couldn't help but grin, Squall would be a useful hand in days to come. Realization hit Darr as he remembered the injured Rogueboy was guarding the staircase. Darr picked up his comlink.

A blaster bolt almost removed Squall's head; Squall jumped back a few steps outside of the enemy's viewing. In the loving name of all banthas, they told me the staircase was clear. Just than a voice split the silence. "Squall? Is that you?"

Squall let out a sigh. Friendly fire, back on active duty and he almost died by friendly fire with anger in his voice he said. "Yeah, whose the idiot who fires before looking?." Squall said as he started climbing the steps. Squall saw the blood on the steps first, and looking up he saw Rogueboy, wounded blood on the wall from the recently stitched wound.

"You almost died by a man that can hardly see straight, that would of been embarrassing." Rogue said, a shadow of a grin playing on his features. "Darr gave me the call, and said you were coming after I fired the first bolt."

Squall nodded, his anger subsiding, he knew what it was like to be in that position, hearing footsteps knowing it could be your impending doom, hands sweaty, prayers on your lips even if they aren't to one of the many gods. Squall picked up his comlink. "I just met Rogue, he looks in bad shape, should I call a med evac?"

Rogue shook his head. "What do you think your doing? I'll be fine, I'm just waiting so I can see straight, and than I'm going to go join the squad, worry about yourself, to me this is as close to vacation as I get."

Squall grinned, he just came back from vacation, Darr came over on the comlink. "That's up to Rogue, if he feels he can pull through and still be of use, I fixed the major damage, his arm will be useless until we can get him back to base, but it won't get any worse. Squall come down the hallway, enter the door on your left."

The squad waited for Squall to join them, as of yet they haven't ran into any resistance on this floor except for the reception. This worried Darr, it could mean the terrorists were setting traps, when Squall joined with the squad he would tell all the troopers to be extra vigilant. It didn't take long before Squall was once again reunited with Raiders; each member of the squad gave a slight nod to Squall. "Welcome back Squall." Darr started. "The situation is near FUBAR, they have a couple of Imperial hostages, we have blasters, let's teach them what it means to be Raiders, I want you guys to be extra vigilant and keep your eyes peeled for traps got it?"

The squad nodded, and as one they said. "Faithful to the end!"

The squad approached a door, the team took positions, Darr lied down on his stomach and looked under it, trying to discern any traps, nothing, evident. Darr nodded towards Aphamos, who opened the door less than an inch, he looked up, looking for a wire or anything, nothing. The squad entered the room; inside it was dark as there were no lights on, just than a switch was flicked.

 
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Raiders
Faithful To The End
He will give them death, and they will love him for it -Gladiator

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

Rogue was walking, to him it seemed like a miracle, or a curse; his vision was fuzzy at best, he was hardly able to carry his blaster pistol, the pain in his head was paramount to the pain in his arm. Rogueboy met up with the squad, their going was slow ever since they first found the trip mine. The first prisoner was in bad shape, and Rogue watched as Squall carried out the prisoner. "Lucky bastard." Rogue half-whispered. Darr glanced at Rogue; how Rogue could tell through Darr's helmet he will never know.

Squall rejoined the squad as the Raiders were about to open a door, they opened the door; the room was barren except for another door at the end of it. The squad approached the door and Darr opened it, Raiders filed in; inside there was a terrorist with the tip of his gun up against a hostage's face. "Nobody move or his brains redecorate the wall."

Everyone froze, their guns trained on the man's head. Please don't make me have to take the shot, I'm in no freaking condition to take it. An idea entered Rogue's head. Rogue lowered his pistol. "Put the gun down, if you kill, you know damn well your not going to make it out of this alive, if you take a shot at us we will fire so many bullets into you, your mother wouldn't even recognize you."

It was a gamble, and Rogue didn't know if it was going to work, he was sweating heavily, and without his helmet on, the terrorist would be able to read Rogue. Got to keep a straight face, no smiling, smirking, sadness, or anger, it's time for the poker face. "If you put down your gun, and surrender, on my honor, we will not harm you."

The man's eyes were wide; the panic evident, all he needed to do was squeeze the trigger and the man he was holding would die, but he wouldn't die alone. "All you will do is put me in jail until I rot. Your promises will have to be better than that."

Rogue wanted to look at Darr to see if he would be able to grant this man a certain degree of freedom, but to break eye contact with the man might lead to disastrous consequences. Worst comes to worst we'll kill him. "I promise we will let you go, as soon as the building is secure."

The man's lips quivered and he dropped the pistol, and put his hands over his head. Yillis went up to the man and cuffed him, than he kicked him in back of the leg and pushed him on his stomach. "You're a dead man poodoo breath."

The man's face turned stark white and he shouted at Rogueboy. "You promised, you Imperial scumbag, I'll kill you if it's the last thing I do."

The prisoner was healthy and was cut clean of his restraints, the prisoner picked up the fallen pistol. "I'll keep my eyes on him." He winked at Darr and the Raiders fell into position, ready to crush any resistance.

 
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Raiders
Faithful To The End
He will give them death, and they will love him for it -Gladiator

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