Kantar approached Seargent Jakireth as he exited the Major's office.

"Excuse me, Seargent, but I am looking for Seargent Jakireth, do you happen to know where I can find him?"
 
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It's a Good Day to die in the Empire's name, but it's also a better day to kill in the name of the Empire.

Jayson comes upon three men, two talking one standing off from the other two. " wonder if any of them is Sergent  Jakireth," He says to himself. Jayson decides to approach the lone man. He takes a deep breath that causes him to inhale a bug, now coughing and chocking he looks up to see all three men looking at him. With a embarrassed grin " hi " he says.

PFC Alan watched Sergeant Jakireth rush off muttering sarcastically under his breath "seven in the morning, just perfect".

Kantar looked over at him, "Did you say something?"

Alan looked at Kantar and shook his head as he headed off to his bunk wishing he had several hours of sleep to look forward to rather than only a few.  Arriving at his bunk, he reached behind his back and pulled out his weapon from a concealed holster.  Tucking the weapon under his pillow he collapsed on the bed.  No need to get changed he thought as he lay there pondering on what the mission would be and how many enemies he would get to gun down.

Alan tossed and turned in his bunk, in his mind he pictured his parents, so happy, so full of life.  He watched the man running towards them, the weapon raised, the flashes of blaster fire.  "No" he whimpered.  He could feel the pain in his face, he could see their lifeless bodies so clearly.  A loud noise shattered the silence and Alan jumped up, grabbing his blaster and pointing it towards the source of the noise, sweat running down his face.  "Damn alarm" he growled as he slammed his fist down on it stopping it immediately.

Alan twirled his blaster in his hand and stored it in his holster before walking over to the basin.  He splashed some cold water over his face.  Looking in the mirror, his hand traced the scar on his cheek as he thought back to that painful memory.  Looking down at his watch he checked the time.  Nearly time for the briefing he noticed.  He left his bunk and headed straight for the briefing room.

Entering the briefing room, he sat down at the nearest seat and lounged back, waiting to see what the mission would be and hoping it was going to be good.

Kantar slightly smiled as he watched AlanRJ walk off towards the barracks, thinking to himslef, He hasn't changed a bit since basic.

Kantar looked over at Jayson, "Well, you heard the Seargent, we should all go get some rest for tomorrow, I'm beginning to think that this won't be an ordinary walk in the park."  With that Kantar started to head towards the barracks.  When he got there, he noticed Alan already asleep, then grabbed his case with his personal equipment and moved it out of the way in case they had to leave in a hurry.

Having finished with everything he needed to do, Kantar climbed into his bunk and slept for a few hours, waking up at 0615, Kantar prepped his uniform, and took a shower, as he got out of the shower, he heard the alarm go off, Kantar got ready quickly, and proceeded to the briefing room.

Seeing that only two others had arrived before him, Kantar didn't feel too bad, he recognized Alan immediately, and couldnt help but smell the alcohol smell wafting from the other one in the room.

Taking a seat next to Alan, Kantar leans over and whispers, "Who would have thought we would end up on the same squad out of basic, eh?"
"Also, can you believe that guy over there, who in their right mind shows up to an important briefing drunk?"
 
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It's a Good Day to die in the Empire's name, but it's also a better day to kill in the name of the Empire.

Zhen looked around the room at his two comrades taking stock of them. They were new that much was plain but he was probably greener still. Finley sobering up and realizing the smell wafting from him, he exited the briefing hall for a moment.
Going to the vending machine he got some coffee, and looking both ways put on some spray on DO to cover the Alchol smell. He had eaten these pill's earlier to make sure he did'nt get a hangover (or so he hope). Well he had made a bad first impression with some of the troopers but hopefully he'd do better with the sarge. Walking back to the briefing room Zhen straitened up and entered, glad to see more people had not arrived. Since the rest of squad had not arrived Zhen felt compelled to introduce himself. Walking over to the two privates he stuck out his hand. Hey my names Zhen, and from the looks of it I'll be in your squad, sorry about the smell earlier but I didn't know we'd be going on a mission so soon and did'nt have time to shower.

Lion Heart woke with a start. His datapad was faintly beeping on the side of his bed. Activating it, it told him that he'd been assigned to Nightstalkers squad, and that there is a briefing planned at 0700. Checking the time, Anji found it to be 0630. Taking his time, Anji cleaned up, smoothed hair that stood up, and got into his Stormtrooper uniform. It was still hard for him to do so. The set of armor given to him was in the largest size they came in. But Anji was still on the bulkier side compared to normal stormtroopers, even common wookies. When he was ready, Anji grabbed his shiny new helmet, tucked it under his left arm, and took his standard E-11 blaster rifle in the other, then left for the briefing room.

As he steps into the lift, a voice calls from behind, "Hold please." They didn't exchange any words in the lift, but once they were out, Anji found it funny that the other was heading in the same direction he was. What's more surprising was when Anji held the door, the Stormtrooper slid in past Anji's massive arms and walked up to the podium to prepare things. I wonder if he has anything to do with Sergeant Jackireth. Taking a seat near the front of the room, next to the podium, Anji waited quietly for the briefing.
 
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Anji "Lion Heart" Greenwood

Christina sat uneasily in her seat. This was nothing like the NS squad she had been a part of. Leon and Merrick where no where in site, and neither was Jak. Just as she came to the end of her thought, the door across the room slid open and Jakireth entered, followed by Rizzit.

"Jak!" Christina half yelled with happiness at seeing at least one person she remembered. Jak took a step backwards as she said his name, almost causing Rizzit to run into his back.

"Miss Deneke, when did you get here?" He asked as he made his way up towards the podium at the front of the room.

"She was re-assigned back to NS." Rizzit explained before Tina could say anything, and Jak nodded.

"Good to have you back." He said to her before turning to face the small group of troopers and clearing his throat. "Welcome men and lady of Nightstalkers. As I`m sure you all know, we have been assigned to a mission, and it is something aside from guard duty."

With his final sentance a few meager laughs arose from the crowd, Christina remaining silent. Jak raised one hand to make sure the group understood that he was going to start talking again.

"Now, we will be headed to a New Republic deep-space station, Isis, Which has been a spearhead for the development of a new technology, IDM, Or Ion Defense Matrix. It's a new breed of shielding technology which disrupts all projectiles weapons within a large radius, and with each pulse. Keep in mind that these pulses occur every tenth of a second, much faster than the speed of any non-particle beam." Jak explained, the screen behind him breifly showing a picture of the station.

"Now, just recently, this station was attacked by a faction which we are yet to learn the name of. It has been badly damaged, and reports indicate numerous deaths on the Republic's side. Due to the damage caused by the rogue faction, we will have to use Jetpacks to get around the station." Jak explained, a picture of one of the Jetpacks used by Nightstalkers showing up and slowly rotating in the background.

"Our objective will be to bring this technology back with us, and eliminate all records of its existence from the station. Whether this is intellectual or physical records, it does not matter. We can expect to come up against the remaining rebel troops, as well as the possibility of the rogue faction returning to try and steal the technolodgy. What we can fully expect is unknown, so I suggest being prepared." Jak said, seeming to wrap things up. He looked back at Rizzit as if to ask if he had forgotten anything, and Rizzit nodded, satisfied. "That is all. I suggest you all go and prepare your things, we leave in 2 hours. Dismissed."

With that, Jak stepped down from the podium and shook hands with Rizzit, then headed off to greet his team. He approached Christina first.

"Its good to see you back in active duty. Have you been introduced to everyone?" He asked, motioning towards the group of men behind him.

"No actually, I haven't." She replied, slightly nervous. She wasn't always to good with new people, but sometimes if they struck it off right she's be fine. Luckily for her, Jak wasn't going to introduce them right away.

"Ah, well, there will be plenty of time for introductions throughout the trip. You might as well go and pack your stuff, I'll see you in the hanger in an hour and a half." He told her. Christina nodded and saluted. Jak returned the salute and then Christina turned and headed out the door of the briefing room, making her way back to her room.

"Ah, back on duty..." She said to herself as she opened the door to her room, which was neatly kept and for the most part clean. There were a pair of dirty jeans lying on the floor, but other then that it's was spotless. She made her way over to the closet and swung the door open, grabbing a mid-sized duffle bag and throwing a few necessary items in it. Blaster rifle, comm-link, datapad, and some food for the trip.

Hmmmmm.... She thought to herself as she looked at the time. I`ve got an hour and 15 minutes to kill, what should I do.... She thought, looking around the room for something to keep her entertained. Nothing...

With a shrug, she grabbed hold of her duffle bag and exited the room. Everything else they would need would be aboard the shuttle already, for them to change into while in transit. Making her way down the hallways, humming quietly to herself, she found the hanger they were supposed to be meeting in soon. The shuttle was still being prepped off to the side of the large room, and Tina made her way over to it.

"Hello, can I do something for you miss?" One of the techs asked with a cocky grin as he made his way over. Oh, wonderful... Tina thought to herself, rolling her eyes as the tech approached. "Lost?" He asked.

"No actually, I`m just wondering if I can toss my bag aboard the shuttle We don't leave yet, but I figured if I put it there now I won't forget later." She said in a no-nonsense tone. The man looked a little surprised for a moment, but quickly regained his sense of smooth and continued.

"You can't be a trooper, you're way to good looking." He replied, moving to her side and attempting to put his hand on her shoulder. She slapped it away and turned to him.

"I'll show you my ID if I want. I was just wondering if I can put my supplies on the ship." She told him, slightly annoyed with him. He looked a little bit hurt, but then nodded and got back to work, grumbling something about uptight people. She sighed quietly and made her way up the ramp, tossing her bag towards one of the seats and then exiting the shuttle. What to do now...


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NightStalkers
TRP/LCP Christina Deneke/3SQD/2PLT/1CMP/1RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA

Kantar stood up after the briefing was completed looking at Alan and Lion Heart, "Well Gents, it's game time, see you both at departure time."

Leaving the briefing room, Kantar went back to the barracks, putting on his 210 Personal Armor, which he personally modified to be more compatible with the Storm Commando Armor, the traditional white color, replaced with a deep black, since Kantar prefers to work unseen, grabbing his rifle case, containing his recently purchased DC-17E Interchangable Combat System, the ultimate in combat flexibility, even though Kantar usually prefers ranged combat.

Gathering up all the rest of the gear he would need for the mission, he began to toy with his rifle, making sure everything was smooth, and there were no kinks.

Moments later, Alan walked back into the barracks, with a somewhat worried look on his face.  Kantar immediately noticed the look of concern on his friends face,"Alan, is something bothering you boss?

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It's a Good Day to die in the Empire's name, but it's also a better day to kill in the name of the Empire.

Tina had been standing near the ramp of the shuttle, wondering what, if anything, she could do to pass the time faster. Just as she was about to give up and simply sit and wait, one of the other Nightstalkers approached her.

"Hi." He said, holding out his hand for her to shake. "I`m I'm PFC Alan, do you want to go get a coffee or something, it's going to be awhile before we depart?" He asked as she shook his hand. Oh, wonderful...First day back and my squad members are already at peak interest.... She thought to herself, a little bit annoyed. Her attitude quickly changed though. Although, I guess it would be good to get to know the people I`m going to be working with....Why not.

"Sure. I`m Christina...Erm, a Lance Corporal." She said, releasing his hand. He nodded and they headed out of the hanger. It took a while to find the cantina from the hanger, but they did find it. They made their way through the thin crowd to a table near the back and were quickly waited on by a thin, blue metallic colored droid.

"Could I get you anything?" It asked in a slightly male sounding voice.

"Yeah, two coffees." Alan said, and the droid nodded then quickly zipped away. Alan was first to speak, and did a good job of breaking the ice between the two Troopers. "So, how long have you been in NS?" He asked her.

"Well....I was here a while ago, when Merrick was still the SL, but I went on leave for a while and I`m just coming back now." She explained, just as the coffee arrived. The droid set the two cups down and left, leaving the two troopers to their conversation.

"How about you?" Tina asked as she took a sip from her coffee and made a slight face, then reached for the sugar.

"I`m fresh out of the acadamy, first mission ever." He said, taking a drink from his own glass. Christina nodded as she watched the sugar flow into her coffee, and then grabbed an individual cream container, opened it and poured it in as well.

"Well, the only mission I`ve been on is the one at the Galatic Games, and I skipped out on most of that. We did do a little training excersise before that, but then the whole squad was different." She told him. It was the only mission she had been on, and it was one that she had disliked. She ended up watching the games more then anything, and kind of ditched the whole group. Not something she normally would have done, but the fact that she had gotten more lost then ditched them was part of the reason.

"Ah, sounds fun..." Alan said, taking another sip from his coffee. After a while had passed and both had talked and finished their coffees, Christina stood up.

"Well, its been about an hour, we should probably get back to the shuttle, it`ll be leaving soon." She said, Making her way up to the counter to pay. Alan followed but had managed to get his credit chip out faster thenshe could.

"Don`t worry about it, I`ll cover the coffee." He said, handing the chip to the droid at the counter.

"Thats really not nessicary..." Tina said, still getting her wallet out. It was too late though, the droid had already transferred the credits and was handing back the chip to Alan.

"No, its alright..." Alan said, putting the chip back in his pocket andmaking his way towards the door.

*** A few Minutes later ***

The two arrived back at the shuttle to see most of the squad borded and waiting, save for them. They were still on time though, and made their way aboard. Jak was waiting up near the front of the shuttle, talking with the pilot. The rest of the recruits were seated near the entrance ramp of the shuttle. Christina made her way over to the seat with her bag under it and sat down, Alan taking a seat next to her, which she didn`t have much of a problem with. The guy seemed decent, but how they got along on the battlefield is what would matter most. At this point in time anyway.

Friendships wre vital within a squad, because if people are fighting back and forth, no one really gets anywhere, and the unit is much less co-ordinated on the field, as well as weaker as a unit. Christina was going to have to become friends with all the members of the Nightstalkers, even the less desirable ones.

Of course, if they were to end up hitting on her or asking her out, things might not go over so well. A friendly cup of coffee was fine, and it wasn`t that she refused to have relations with anyone she worked with. She just didn`t like that kind of stuff.

"Alright, We`re about ready to lift off. Is everyone here?" Jak asked, jolting her back to reality. He was doing a quick head count before sitting down and calling up to the pilot that they were ready to lift off.

Moments later, the engines roared to life and the shuttle lifted off the ground with a slight bump. She could hear the noise of the landing gear rising into the hull of the shuttle before the whole ship pivoted to face the hanger doors. A moment later, she could hear the engines spool up and become louder, pushing the shuttle out of the hanger and towards their target.

OOC: Its kinda bad, I got rushed by my littlest brother...
 
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NightStalkers
TRP/LCP Christina Deneke/3SQD/2PLT/1CMP/1RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA

Alan had enjoyed his time with Tina.  She was a very stunning woman and a great person to get to know.  He had gazed on her beauty throughout the whole time and he knew that he was going to try to get to know her a lot better.  They had chatted all the way back to the shuttle.

Arriving at the shuttle, Alan graciously let Tina board first.  Following her in, he sat down next to her, nodding to Kantar on the way in.  The engines roared to life and Alan noticed Zhen waking up God I hope he's not carrying any alcohol with him thought Alan that's all we need on this mission, him flying around on a jetpack whilst drunk.

Alan looked around at his fellow squad members, he didn't trust Zhen, and he was more worried about Zhen than the rest of the mission.  Then there was Kandar, he trusted Kandar, they had both gone through the same basic training and he knew he could rely on him.  He looked over at Lion Heart, he had never fought alongside a wookie before and he was looking forward to it, he knew that having a wookie along was going to be a great benefit.  Then there was Tina, he smiled as he looked over at her, he was definitely looking forward to working with her.

Alan was looking forward to the mission and more importantly to be able to kill some rebel scum, actually, more like killing loads of rebel scum, he smiled to himself as he thought about it.  The one thing he was not looking forward to was going around on a jetpack, he preferred to have his feet firmly secured on the ground or on the deck of a shuttle.

"Well, here we go" said Alan

Tina looked over and smiled slightly, then turned her attention back to the viewport.  Alan looked through it as well to see the stars rushing past as they headed off on their mission.

Hmmmm, makes me wonder if I`m the only sane person in this squad... Christina thought to herself as she watched the blades pop out from Kantar`s armour. Well....I guess I don`t know them all yet. She reminded herself, settling back into the slightly uncomfortorable seat.

She found herself placed in what she felt to be a slightly miss-matched squad. A wookie, a drinker, someone with vibroblades in the wrists of their armour, Alan, herself, and Jak. It made her wonder if perhaps NS was becoming an outcast squad for members which might not work to well in a different squad. I wonder how they will do with the jetpacks...Oh no, jetpacks! Tina thought to herself.

She could hardly remember how to use the jetpacks, and was yet to use one during a mission. It would be a whole new experiance for her, one which she was not sure she would be ready for, esspecialy if they had to fight opponents while using them.

The drone of the ships engines could be heard throughout the compartment, and it was slowly lulling Tina to sleep. Perhaps falling asleep amounsgt this crowd wouldn`t be the the wisest choice, but I`d rather be full rested for the mission. She thought to herself.

She was having difficulty falling asleep though, because the other recruits were being somewhat noisy and talking alot.

"So how many kills do you think you`ll get Alan?" Kantar asked, polishing up a spot on his armour where the gleem had faded from the rest of the suit. The whole group was now in their armour, and although slightly uncomfortorable, it ment that they could be off on their mission right away.

"I`m not sure, hopefully some, and hopefully not allow those rebels to get any kills on us." Alan replied, fidgeting with some of the foam on the inside of his helmet. That was the one piece of equiptment the troopers were yet to dawn, their helmets. Without thinking about it, Tina looked over her helmet. The shiny white piece of artwork she held in her hands was just that, incredible. How they fit so much stuff in there... She thought absentmindedly as the conversation continued. "How about you?" Alan asked Kantar back.

"I`m not sure either....I guess some would be good..." He replied, and Tina smiled a little bit. It was good to see that nobody appeared to be overly cocky, thinking they were going to get a hundred kills their first mission out. That alone could prove to help save them and keep them safe while on the battlefield.

"How about you?" Alan asked, turning to Tina. She didn`t reply right away, thinking about her answer. She knew she probably wouldn`t get many kills, but would at least find a way to be of help to the other troops.

"Well...I wouldn`t mind getting my first." She replied, feeling a little sheepish. Being given the rank of Lance Corperal without a single kill to her name had pleased her at first, and although she was still proud of it, felt that she might recieve mocking from these men.

"You havn`t gotten a kill yet?" Alan replied, sounding a little bit surprised but managing to keep a straight face about it. Tina nodded, then looked down at her knees, because she couldn`t see her feet at that moment. "Well, thats nothing to be ashamed of. Not everyone racks up huge kill counts...Some do, but others find different way to contribute to a cause. Maybe you`re the latter, one who finds other ways to contribute." He assured her, and she looked up again.

"I suppose so..." She replied her voice remaining a little down but had picked up from the tone had been a moment before.
 
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NightStalkers
TRP/LCP Christina Deneke/3SQD/2PLT/1CMP/1RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA

She's had no kill, which was a surprise to Zhen. While he'd not had any kills in the army, he did have at least a few notches on his knife from home.

Zhen had been pleasantly surprised by the fact they had not been too cocky about how many kills they would have. He'd been looking forward to this, a chance to kill some one for a cause. Zhen did not care who he killed for, or for what cause, but his killing did have to have some purpose or justification not senseless murder.

Regardless of her kill ratio Zhen respected her, I mean, you don't make corporal having not a single kill, without being good at something.

Listening to their background conversations Zhen was suddenly interested when he heard the corporal say "Pirates I guess, but it could be anyone." Pirates, the MO of the  only he could remember what he'd said.

Their conversions drifted again becoming less interesting and Zhen went back to his quiet thoughts.


OOC: Yes I deleted the last part so you can go on, so I am sorry guys I forgot about Jak, but while we are on the topic. When is Jak coming back to posting here? Ya, sorry againe I was at (am) school when I posted and was not paying attention.