"HOLY CR**" screamed Talstorin, falling back.  He tripped over several troopers, though surprisingly not waking any up.  Falling at last on Snipes, Talstorin shook his head, calming down from the sight.  Man, that's an ugly face&  Snipes groaned and stirred, feeling Talstorin sitting on his leg. 

"Mooooooommyyyy," grumbled Snipes in his sleep, keeping the vowels all too long.  "I doooooooooon't waaaaaaaaaannaaaaa g-," continued Snipes, stopping abruptly with a loud snore.  He then latched onto Talstorin's arm, throwing him down on the floor.  He was obviously trying to slam Talstorin as he had with the droid arm the other night.  Luckily, Talstorin was slightly heavier.  He fell to the ground with an "umph" and rolled out of his grasp.  He then sighed with relief as Snipes rolled the other way, mumbling something about "fuzz," "Guitars," and "Beer."

Arnaut smacked the forhead of his helmet.  This was completely embarrassing.  Talstorin stood up, shook off the dust and walked back up to Arnaut, saluting to the deformed person.  The man extended his long bony arm, revealing that patches of his skin was black from fungi and mold, offering a handshake.  Reluctantly pushing aside his disgust, Talstorin shook his hand.  The man nodded and smiled, revealing his six remaining teeth.  He then turned and continued on.  Taking advantage of that split second, Talstorin wiped his hand on Arnaut.  Arnaut didn't notice, absorbed into the old man for some reason. 

"As I was saying," the man continued, waving his hands into the air like a crazed baboon.  "I've been in this place for a while.  I know where eeeeeeeverything is."  As the man said everything, he spun around, causing Arnaut to jump back a bit, and pointed to his widened right eye.  "So, may I ask?  What is your goal?"

Arnaut cleared his throat and spoke, " We were sent to investigate the disappearance of two scout ships, which  I assume you were part of."

The man nodded and grinned, waving his hands in a beserk manner.  "Of course, the rest of the crew is still alive& Yess, I can lead you to them if you want&"  The man bent forward, leaning close to Arnaut. 

Unphased, the squad leader nodded.  "Yes that would be nice."

"Very well& We will start tommorow morning, I will plan this expedition," he laughed and snuggled against his bony chest.  Talstorin turned to Arnaut.

"Can we& trust the man?"

"I see no reason not to&"

"He seems& well, delusional."

"You would to if you've been stuck here for a while."

"Erm, wouldn't that make him incredulable?"

Arnaut stared up and thought for a minute.  "We'll take our chances, if he's telling the truth and the crew IS still alive, we have to find them."  Talstorin simply nodded, for he was interrupted quickly.

"YAP YAP YAP YAP, quit talking !" yelled the man from across the room.  Talstorin could've swore he heard Snipes mumble the words "You big tart."  The man continued.  "We've got a long day ahead of us.  Off to sleep."

Arnaut stepped forward.  "We are keeping guard.  There is supposedly a creatue here, surely you know?"

The man nodded and grinned.  "I see you've noticed as well.  Very well, only one is needed, I know how to ward off the creature anyways."

"And that would be?"

The man grinned and shrinked back.  " Classified."  Hunching down he laughed to himself.  Arnaut sighed and nodded. 

"Ok, Tnepres, good job, go to bed, I'll wake Draken for the next shift when I'm done."

Talstorin nodded and set down, going to sleep.  He had dozed off for a couple of minutes when he swore he heard the man whisper into his ear. 

"Watch out though&the creature can take control of ANY of you&And Arnaut looks like a good target, no?  What better prey than the leader.  He'll be under the creature's control and then it'll SNATCH you all up when you're lead to your doom."

Talstorin twitched and dismissed the thought.  It was just his imagination.  Just his imagination.  Just his&



Talstorin sighed sadly inside the shuttle.  He had just left the only woman he ever cared for behind.  Perhaps, it was wrong of him to do so.  Perhaps Sarah really did love him back and was just confused.  After all, she HAD kissed him.  Talstorin hunched on his seat and thought.  The possibilities plagued his mind.  They haunted him&



Just like they did months later.  Every moment.  He asked himself what if.  What if?&

((OOC: Sorry i couldnt type more, going to bed.  Rock on, team =P))
 
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In the brightest light,
We find darkness...



TRP/PFC Tnepres/4SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/VE[LoR]

Snipes felt a boot in his side, he coughed and shook his head.

"No need to be so violent." He mumbled before crawling stiffly to his feet, the hard floor was a horrible place to sleep.

Draken smiled at him, making a slight motion to a stick figure crouched in a corner with Arnaut. Snipes rose an eyebrow, then picked up his helmet and shoved it over his head, then went about tucking his long hair down the back of his armor, all the while observing the new arrival.

Snipes didn't like the look of him, he didn't look like anything alive. Mold didn't generally grow on living tissue, and if that wasn't mold it worried Snipes even more. Snipes remembered the Starwierds, they had been decent at driving a being mad, but the pressure Snipes skull felt now was greater than before, the kind of pressure that left a man frustrated all the time. Because Snipes recognized this pressure he'd been taking every abnormality in stride, as though he saw and heard such strange and disturbing sights and sounds everyday of his life, but this man made him take a mental step backwards.

Snipes resolved to speak with the man, why and what about exactly he did not know, but Snipes would find something. He began walking that way, the spec-ops armor dampened the noise of his passing, but as he looked around his squad mates he noticed few of them slept, in fact just Yoder and Leth were sleeping now, Snipes knew if he'd seen the man before nodding off he wouldn't have slept either.

"Get back!" The man commanded, his voice like the wind through the leaves in the corellian fall. Snipes shook his head. "Dammit, stay back, stay away. Don't come near us!" Snipes shrugged, looked at Arnaut, who nodded.

"Go back to bed, Snipes."

Snipes shook his head at Arnaut and walked over to the wall his sleeping bag was next to, kicking Yoder and Leth on his way, making signs for them to stay put. Then he stopped by Tnepres and crouched down, made it look like he was adjusting a boot while he whispered into the com techs ear.

"I need you to block Arnauts comm from our channel, signal me when you're done."

Snipes finished with his boot to take a few more steps and plop himself down right against the wall. There he waited, silently until his internal comm unit hissed and spoke to him.

"It's finished Snipes, now why?"

"I'll get to that." Snipes then signaled the rest of the squad, hoping most of them had their comms on or nearby, the armor they'd been issued had the nice feature of being able to block sound coming from within the suite as well as without, enabling a team to maintain communications when stealth was a priority.

"Snipes?" Draken chimed in.

"Yo." Yillis.

"Aye." Leth

"Uh-huh." Yoder.

"Alright guys, in case you didn't notice we have a new visitor, one who seems to be taking a lot of our SL's time. This guy is a bit strange and not to be trusted, not even a little bit."

"Arnaut seems to trust him, shouldn't that be good enough for us?" Yoder.

"No. We have to assume at this point our squad leader maybe compromised."

"The crazy guy did say the creature could take control of anyone." Tnepres

"Aye, Arnaut does seem the natural choice then,we don't know anything for certain though, I say we just keep fallowing his orders and listening to him but we keep our eyes open and think our way through each of his commands, it's crucial right now that they make sense."

"He said he'd take us to where the rest of the crews were, supposedly all alive."

"Well that's a lie, I know that, I saw the other crews splattered all over the walls and the hanger bay. This is definitely a trap, we need to keep vigilant. Worst comes to worst we may need to restrain our leader."

"There's also the possibility that he is the creature." Yillis "In which case we need to keep our eyes on him, there's a lot for use to do, we're going to get tired, but we'll have to keep an eye out, there's so many possible agendas for that thing that we can't do anything more than stick together and keep our eyes out until more of his plan is revealed to us."

"Aye."

The squad continued this way for some time, exchanging information and experiences relevant to their current situation until the lights turned on again. Snipes noticed that their Squad Leader and the thing had no broken conference all night, that worried the gunnery sergeant, worried him greatly
 
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{Comnet Hermit}
TRP/GSG Sniping101/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA][CDS]

Stultior stulto fuisti, qui tabellis crederes!

Snipes closed his canteen and put the helmet back on, years in Corps had trained his body to withstand sleepless nights and low rations, not all of his missions had been so well supplied. He nodded at Yillis and the two stood up, just a glance around could tell them the squad was uneasy, the stiffness of limbs and mental cloud that not sleeping for a night induces should have begun wearing away, but the lethargy persisted among most of the squad, save himself, Yillis and Arnaut. Snipes was no expert on the human boy, but he'd seen it in action enough he knew how it was supposed to act, and this wasn't it.

Snipes cast his eye over to Arnaut, lingering there a moment in the hopes of catching his Squad Leaders eye, he failed though and was forced to walk over to the man, this time their pale guide did not yell or scream, instead he went silent and eyed Snipes suspiciously, this sudden silence caught Arnauts attention, and he turned his head to meet Snipes eyes.

"What do you want?" Unusually belligerent.

"We've been here awhile, I think it's about time we move on, don't you?" Snipes wasn't going to be bullied by some one many years his junior.

"No." It was all he said, although Snipes could sense the fury held behind the helmet.

Snipes turned to Yillis and shook his head. Snipes friend visibly sighed and sat back down. Snipes himself walked among the others, taking a head count, the Wraiths mostly ignored him. Snipes could feel the sense of frustration, of futility, of fear in air, it was almost palpable. Finally deciding he'd had enough Snipes sat down next to his friend.

Snipes was about to say something to Yillis when his squad leader stood up and wordlessly signaled for them to begin the march again. Snipes tried to stay behind the rest and make sure no one straggled, while Yillis stayed near the front, trying to keep an eye on Arnaut.

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Leth kept his eyes forward, all the time, he knew better than to trust any of them, least of all Snipes, Snipes fallowed them, from behind, Leth knew what this was about, Snipes was keeping them from leaving, from getting away before Yillis led them into slaughter, yes, he knew the two were working together, they were feeding the best, that's what they were doing. It all makes sense really, Yillis made a deal, when he disappeared he made a deal with it, and he let Snipes in, yes, those two are good friends, they'll lead us into slaughter, we'll all be killed, torn apart.

That was when he saw it, a door, partially open leading off to the side, he could make it if he were quick, if he were quick he could get behind it and wait, yes wait until Snipes was in front of him. Then he could end him, let the others get away too.

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Snipes went over it again in his head, still trying to figure out what kind of beast it could be, sometimes it seemed small, sometimes big, sometimes it was a shadow, sometimes it was a noise on the wall, sometimes. . .

Snipes didn't get to finish the thought, something grabbed him silently from behind, it's hand around his throat, keeping him from speaking, and then, as Snipes was pulled backwards, through a door, the last thing he saw before it went black was the door shutting on his squad as he tried futilely to call out.
 
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{Comnet Hermit}
TRP/GSG Sniping101/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA][CDS]

Stultior stulto fuisti, qui tabellis crederes!

"Snipes ir right, theres definetely something wrong with Arnaut and his new friend" Yillis was spekaing in a hushed tone, crouched beside Draken the opposite side of the room from Arnaut and the old man, again engrossed in conversation.

"Why dont you go talk to them, since your so high and mighty" Kanderin snarled, staring down at the ground between his legs.

"Excuse me Draken?" Yillis replied, shocked at the anger in Drakens voice towards him.

Draken looked at him with his eyes blazing, but as quickly as it had appeared the anger subsided, and he shook his head violently to destroy the thoughts inside his head.
"Nothing, im sorry Yillis. Your'e right. Maybe we should take it up with Snipes.......Wait, where is he?" Kanderin jumped to his feet, closesly followed by Yllis. Their eyes scanned the perimeters of the room, with no sign of Snipes anywhere.

"Arnaut!" Yillis shouted across the room. Arnaut slowly looked towards him, visibly angry at being interupted in his conversation.

"Snipes has gone!"

Arnaut looked around the room cooly, before turning back to the man and speaking quietly. Eventually he turned back to Yillis.

"Go back and see if you can find him, Take Draken with you"

"But what happened to not getting seperated?"

Arnaut completely ignored Yillis's question, and turned back to talk again with the man.

Yillis punched the wall and marched down the corridor, angrily signalling for Draken to follow.

Although Draken was walking, he wasn't watching what he was doing.

Yillis came into this squad and stole everything from you. That Assistant squad leader job is yours. You even had promotion coming your way, but Yillis pushed you out of the limelight. No one likes him, he'd be better off dead.....

Draken looked up at the back of Yillis's head, silently cursing his very name, He wasn't going to hide it, the voices were right. Yillis was currently stood at the contorl panel of a door, pressing buttons to unlock it.

The sight was terrible, he was just about to open his mouth to cry out in shock, when a sharp blow to the back of his head knocked him clean out.
 
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Private First Class Kanderin Draken
-=Wraith Squad=-
Wraith Squad Motto: When staring in the face of death we see our reflection

FTC/PFC Kanderin/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE/

Now! This is it! Now is the time to choose! Die and be free of pain, or live and fight your sorrow! Now is the time to shape your stories! Your fate is in your hands! - Auron, FF X

"Alright, let's move out!" Arnaut called, standing up from his resting spot. Leth looked at him warily. He shrugged it off. What did he care how Leth looked at him? Davrim waddled up to him.

"He's staring at you," he said quietly. Arnaut shrugged. "No, I mean he's staring at you. He thinks you're the enemy. He doesn't trust you." Arnaut glanced back. Now that he thought about it, he was looking at him oddly. Arnaut frowned slightly before walking ahead. He didn't look back to see if Leth followed.

Two hours later, they were hopelessly lost. They never should've left their spot. Davrim was wringing his hands nervously, glancing back and forth about the shadows as if they would leap out at him. Leth walked impassively, staring at nothing. Arnaut sighed. What a crew to be with. The only warning he had was small flicker outside his vision before something came hurtling out of the air, hitting him in the chest and throwing him to the metal floor. The metal arm of a droid lay heavily across his chest as Arnaut lay panting for breath. D'har simply watched and Davrim was nowhere to be seen. Tossing it off of him angrily, he stormed into the room it had flown out from, never once thinking that there could be something dangerous on the other side of the door.

A small droid whizzed around, robotic arms working wildly. As Arnaut stepped through the doorway, it surveyed him with its optical sensors, before quietly going about its task again. As soon as it came to the first piece of junk on the ground, which there were many, it picked it up hurriedly and tossed it at Arnaut.

Arnaut wasted no time in unsheathing two blades and flinging them through the air. By the time he ducked, the droid was already slowing down, electrical wires frayed and sputtering by the twin blades protruding from its artificial torso. Angrily muttering, he walked over to the thing, punching it with all the force left in his arm. Before it hit the ground, Arnaut's rifle was out and firing. After successfully shattering the droid beyond recognition, he stalked out again, a long string of curses coming from his mouth. Davrim had reappeared, looked more pale than usual, and definitely a lot more nervous. D'har hadn't moved an inch. Still muttering, he marched down the hall.

A flicker of motion just outside his line of sight caught his attention. He stopped, jerking his to look but there was nothing there. Another flicker. He swung his head around. Nothing. Flicker. He spun around, but there was still nothing. His head swam. Flicker. He tried to look in every direction at once. Flicker. His vision blurred, he couldn't see clearly. Flicker. The world distorted; he collapsed to his knees. Flicker. Something smashed into the back of his head and the world went black.

When Arnaut regained consciousness, D'har face was the first thing he saw. He hastily pushed himself away.

"Nice of you to join us, sir," he said blandly. "Or should I say 'me'. Your friend bashed you in the head with a rifle before running off, right after you got done spinning around in a circle and fell to your knees. You meet just the greatest people, don't you?" Arnaut ignored him. Davrim must've been working for the creature the entire time. If he wasn't the creature himself. Muttering unintelligibly, Arnaut stood up and led the way.

D'har didn't speak during the trip. In fact, he didn't even look at Arnaut. He doesn't trust you... Davrim's words came up in his head.  At least he wasn't staring at Arnaut accusingly anymore.

If we're going to find this creature, we better start looking harder. Arnaut peeked in the next room they passed, revealing a very odd display. At the far end, a dark door stood, no doubt leading to more and more hallways. Cylindrical, clear tubes lined the walls, about Arnaut's height, and filled with a sickly green fluid. Or, at least, most of them contained a fluid. On the far side of the room, one of the tubes had fallen, shattered glass and liquid spilled over the floor. Next to the broken tube, two bodies lay, evidently very old from the way they were decayed. Intrigued, Arnaut cautiously walked over and plcuked a datapad from the nearest body. Opening it up, he and D'har began to read its contents.

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-=Log 39.8=-
Sergeant Davrim Tharn
To: Command
The specimens are coming along nicely. A16, A17, A17.3, and B14 have all reached full maturity. Microscopic analysis indicate that A16 and A17.3 both have the ability, and are being cloned for further study. The other two will be summarily kept under watch to see if the offspring show any signs of the trait. With A 16 and A17.3 showing signs, though, it shouldn't be all that necessary. Command has given us two more weeks to complete the research. More test subjects are needed before we can hand over accurate results. Of late, the city is almost empty. If command could send just a few more people to occupy the city for study, maybe our results could come sooner.

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So they had more than one creature to begin with, Arnaut thought. And Sergeant Davrim Tharn? He worked here? How could he have been from the scouts if he worked here? From D'har's puzzled expression, he was thinking the same thing. Arnaut continued to read.

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-=Log 40.1=-
Sergeant Davrim Tharn
To: Command

The new shipment of test subjects has been quite to standards. We thank you for the latest shipment. A16 and A17.3 both have been released upon the new subjects. All were killed within a matter of hours. A17.3 is actually more potent, as the latest tests have revealed. It is currently being cultivated to find out the cause of this 'event'. Either way, both are almost militarily effective at the moment. A good sample shall be sent to command shortly.

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-=Log 41.2=-
Lieutenant Tanard Rath

Lieutenant Tharn, in charge of the biological monstrosity we've created, is nowhere to be found since the spill. This...this microorganism he's created has escaped, and it's playing its role with brutal efficiency. My men are turning on each other or simply killing themselves after going insane. And worse, one of the men got hold of some heavy weapons and blasted the power grid to smithereens. The lab is working on back-up power, but the unfortunate souls caught in the city are lost. We're holding out as best we can, but more and more go insane each day. We're dying from the inside help. This asteroid is lost. DO NOT SEND HELP! It would only be suicide for the rescue teams. It shouldn't be too long now. I've sent out a group of five to hyperspace the asteroid randomly to get as far from harming the locale populace as we can. We're sorry for the failure, sirs!

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Arnaut shook his head in disbelief. The creature wasn't a creature at all; it was a disease. A disease that turned people mad. Arnaut inadvertently shuddered. They had to find the rest of the squad before they went insane. They had to leave NOW.

"Lies," Leth muttered under his breathe.

"What?" Arnaut asked.

"LIES! Don't you see? Davrim set this up! He's trying to lure us into a false sense of security so he and the creature--if it wasn't him the entire time--can get us!" He cried. Arnaut was about to say he didn't feel safe at all, when Leth continued.

"You don't really believe this do you? Do you?" Leth stared at him, waiting for the answer that wouldn't come. After a minute he started backing away.

"Leth, don't you realize? It's gotten to you! You're slowly going..." He couldn't bring himself to say 'insane'.

"I knew it all along. You were with the monster from the very beginning, or at least since we met Davrim. I knew it! I knew it!" With a horrible cry, Leth pulled out his rifle and fired.  Arnaut just barely missed getting hit, the bolt scorching his armor on the left shoulder. He backpedaled out of the room, shooting off stray shots to make D'har duck, not to kill him. Breathing heavily, Leth stared at him one last time, and fled out the back door.

Breathing heavily, Arnaut took a moment to calm himself down. Apparently they were already more infected than he had originally thought. He had to warn the others before it was too late.


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Lance Corporal Arnaut
-=Wraith Squad=--=SL=-
SL/LCP Arnaut/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE

"Take care of your equipment, and your equipment will take care of you"

"Life is a dream; we all wake up eventually."

Leth lashed out at Kanderin's hand, sending the blaster clattering to the ground. Leth returned the punch with a swift kick to the face, sending Kanderin backwards, and then sent his robotic arm into Kanderin's abdomen, cracking the armor. Before Kanderin could react, Leth took off at full speed, barreling down the hallway.

He didn't know how long he had been running, he didn't know anything anymore, but he wasn't thinking, he didn't need to think, all he had to do was survive. As he ran, he heard voices from behind him, then from in front of him. He almost would have stopped on his own had he not run straight into a low-hanging pipe, sending him crashing to the floor.

It hurt, but not enough for Leth to pay any attention to, what he did pay attention to was what he saw before him. Bodies, bodies all over the place so mangled, they didn't even look like bodies anymore. The accompanying blood spattered all over would have made a normal man lose his stomach contents, perhaps even his sanity. But Leth hadn't eaten in days and was borderline insane already. The bodies, or at least pieces of them looked as if they'd been hit by a tornado that had previously picked up a factory's worth of knives. They were cut to ribbons, it was sickly artistic, the bodies progressing from one to another, no normal man could even imagine someone doing this. In his mind's eye, Leth could see himself doing it, dancing back and forth in a whirlwind of blades, severing veins, tendons, ligaments, arterial fluid spraying everywhere, but not a drop of it touching him. From one horrified victim to the next, all they could see was a blur, it was once a person, but not anymore, it was a monster, it was amazing to behold, it was their turn to die.

Leth looked around at the corpses, hundreds lay strewn about in an obscene picture from the mind of such a diseased individual. He had to get out, this was not the solace he sought so desperately. Was this why he ran from his once comrades, were they still his comrades, or were they all against him, feeding the "Me Against the World" mentality left over from his childhood.

He had to get out, go somewhere else, anywhere, but where was he? He'd no idea, and surely no one else knew either and the only way to know is to just keep running. So he did, he ran and ran, he ran faster than he knew he could. All of this in a desperate attempt to escape this horrible dream that was fast becoming reality. He kept running blindly, hearing hushed voices calling to him. He ran faster still, charging with all his might, into where though? As he ran, it grew ever darker, until he could no longer see, but still he kept running.

A loud thud ended this run, all of the force in Leth's body being exerted at the point of impact, a familiar broken pipe, shattering the front of Leth's helmet and his nose. Blood went everywhere, from his nose to his mouth, from his mouth back into his nose, as it grew ever darker and Leth dropped into shaking unconscious mass.
 
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Private First Class D'har Leth
-=Wraith Squad=-
TRP/PFC D'har/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE/Nar Shaddaa

[Red Dragon Order]
TL/Sgt D`har Leth/Task Force 2/Eta Squad/2nd Platoon/Red Company/1st Battalion/KBcC Helsa/OFF/Army/RDA(O)

    Talstorin ran quickly, looking backwards with each step.  He had ran from security druids when Yoder, seemingly without a purpose, turned on him.  A hail of gun bursts followed him, the sprayed shots missing horribly though not failing to intimidate Talstorin.  He ran into a huge room, full of trees and grass, it made the room have a musky, humid environment.  Talstorin stopped to look around.  A simulated environment, perhaps a forest. Sunlight filled the room from a lamp, the electricity was back on.  Another spray of gunfire came, causing Talstorin to jump.  He began to run again and hid behind a tree.  Looking towards the door, he found Yoder walking in, a blaster in hand.  A strange green glow came from his helmet as he walked in, slowly, looking around. 

    "I'll find you& I'll kill you," were the words that came from Yoder's mouth.  Talstorin peeked from the side, catching Yoder's attention.  Immediately, Yoder raised his blaster and sent multiple lasers at Talstorin, who quickly ducked and rolled to the side.  The blasters hit a strange leathery rock.  Yoder shot again as he ran towards Talstorin.  The shots missed, again hitting the rock.  The two ran around mouth of the forest, not going deeper as to prevent getting lost. 

    Talstorin hit the wall with a heavy pant, falling to his knees.  Blaster shots came again, one of them catching the edge of Talstorin's shin armor, causing the him to jump back from surprise.  He looked up, seeing Yoder walking towards him.  Talstorin tilted his head.  He swore he saw the rock move.  The ground rumbled for a minute, both Talstorin and Yoder turned to look.  The rock wasn't really a rock.  The beast rose, standing 4 meters tall, it's gaping mouth open, showing it's long sharp teeth.  An Acklay.

    It dashed at Yoder, sending one scythe like arm down at him. Yoder jumped out of the way, landing with a roll.  He shot at the monster's neck, only angering it.  It roared with anger, sweeping the ground with it's right arm, nearly catching Yoder, then slamming it's left arm down at Yoder.  Yoder jumped out of the way, getting his left arm cut.  It was strong, the cut had made it through Yoder's armor and a bit of his flesh.  Talstorin got up, throwing a grenade in the general direction before taking off.  Yoder followed, no longer interested with killing Talstorin.  The grenade exploded in the Acklay's face.  It roared both in pain and in rage, chasing after the two troopers, who had headed into the forest.  It was faster by far, breaking through the dense foliage as it ran.  Talstorin turned right, ducking into the bushes, Yoder left.  The Acklay continued straight.  Talstorin took a last look, it had a black collar around it's spined neck. 

Another grenade hit it.  Talstorin cursed as the Acklay turned around, looking at Yoder, who had thrown the grenade.  It's eyes were filled with the same purple glow that filled Yoder's eyes.  It rushed towards Yoder.  He ran, tripping over a large leg.  A breath of hot air blew against Yoder as the leg turned straight up.  The reek bellowed as it got up, awakened.  A large scar went down it's left eye, it was battle torn.  Talstorin watched from a distance, observing that the reek had a black collar too.  It's eyes were bloodshot, it too had a purple tint, though not as much.  The Acklay stopped a bit too late, crashing into the reek.  That was all that was needed however, as the two quickly began to attack eachother,  This was not natural, it was way too violent.  Something had changed these specimens.

Talstorin ran away, the lamp dimmed and finally turned off as he did.  It was a simulated nighttime.  He ran through the forest, keeping his night vision on, leaving Yoder behind.  He heard several growls and sounds through the forest, though he didn't stop to see what they were.  Finally, he reached the door, which opened automatically.  Talstorin stepped in, finding himself in another environment.  Sand filled the floor though the room was at night as well.  There was little cover, making it easy to see what was in the room.  There were all inactive animals, slumped down on the floor, as if hibernating,.  They all had black collars, eyes shut and hunched in a fetal position on the ground.  There were a variety of animals: Dewbacks, Eopis, Massifs and others which Talstorin did not recognize.  There was a door on the other side, it would be a long walk. 

Talstorin trudged silently in the sand, getting more and more tired with each step.  He stopped looking and just walked with his eyes shut, attempting to get some rest.  Suddenly, he tripped over something hard.  He opened his eyes as he got up and looked down.  Animal bones.  They were scattered everywhere.  Looking around more, he noticed there were many animals half rotting, cut up horribly.  Even the bones bore scars as if they were viciously attacked and killed in a way abnormal in natural environments.  These animals scared Talstorin, they were defiantly all sick.  He wondered if he too was sick, feeling a bit of a fever coming.

A screech echoed the room.

A dark figure ran toward Talstorin.  Quickly, he grabbed his electrostaff, turning it on.  The red electricity created a low hum.  Brandishing the staff, Talstorin turned toward the dark shape and readied his stance.

 
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In the brightest light,
We find darkness...
-=Wraith Squad=--=TRP=-
TRP/PFC Tnepres/4SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/VE[LoR]
Memoirs of a Withered Soul- Compendium of Short Stories on Talstorin's Background/Story of Talstorin and Durandal( out now- read it on army story board)
Happy Holidays! Cause Wraith is going to leave you others in the dust for the HSC

    A claw slashed at his face.  Quickly, Talstorin side-stepped and hit the figure on the back of it's head with his electrostaff.  The figure fell forward, Talstorin stomped on it's head, keeping it pinned.  It was lucky the trooper had experience with melee combat before.  The figure growled, becoming more clearer as to what it was.  A Criss male, holding a vibroblade.  It blinked it's red eyes before flipping Talstorin off it's head, sending  the trooper falling back, not hesitating to thrust the blade down at the trooper.  From reflexes, Talstorin kicked up, hitting the Chiss on the  chest, stopping the thrust.  Quickly, he got up with a small flip, landing a bit unsteadily.  The Chiss slashed, only to be blocked by the staff.  The trooper kicked the Chiss in the gut, causing the assailant to loosen his grip.  Taking advantage of the recovery, Talstorin snatched the blade from the Chiss' hands and stabbed blindly at the Chiss.

    The male fell backwards, gagging, his arms flailing as he tried to remove the vibro-blade lodged into his throat.  After a while, the male stopped, freezing stiffly.  Dead.  Talstorin chuckled and continued heading towards the door.  It didn't take long to walk the rest of the way.  The metallic automatic doors worked perfectly though the light was still out.  The two doors opened with a beep, Talstorin walking in.  Before him, he found a huge computer.  It was one of those big ones found in some control center, a super computer.  A dead body laid down at the base of the control panels, no cuts or stabs visible.  His eyes were blood-shot, his facial expression was one of horror.  Talstorin kicked the body aside, tapping the keys randomly.  The monitor clicked.

    A green light came on and the speakers exerted sound.  "Welcome sir!  It's been a while."     Talstorin stepped back for a minute.  The computer could talk and knew who he was? 

    Talstorin blinked.  "Do I know you?"

    "What would you like to do today."  Talstorin sighed in relief when the computer answered.  Bah, not too smart.  Talstorin spoke again.

    "Ahem, what do you have?"

    "Excessing log."  Talstorin blinked.  He never said anything about a log.  Perhaps the computer didn't understand basic. 

    "Welcome.  I am Betty, the central computer for this asteroid.  I was sent here to help this research group on their experiments."

    The trooper leaned forward, interested.  The computer continued.  "Log Deleted."  Talstorin jumped back.  Had he just deleted it?  It wasn't him, he hadn't touched a key.  Must've been deleted earlier.  A sudden alarm went off.  The computer spoke again.  "Ship leaving hanger."  Ship leaving hanger?  What ship was there?  Talstorin spoke. 

"Zoom into hanger."

The computer did just that, and indeed, the wraith's ship was leaving.  It was slowly heading out to space.  But who was piloting it?

 
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In the brightest light,
We find darkness...
-=Wraith Squad=--=TRP=-
TRP/PFC Tnepres/4SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/VE[LoR]
Memoirs of a Withered Soul- Compendium of Short Stories on Talstorin's Background/Story of Talstorin and Durandal( out now- read it on army story board)
Happy Holidays! Cause Wraith is going to leave you others in the dust for the HSC

Leth's eyes shot open, a sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. Perhaps something was about to happen, but how would he know that. No, no, it's just a natural response after being knocked unconscious. Of course, yes, that's it. The energy he had just awoken with made him twitch; he needed to move. The trooper jumped to his feet, out of a pool of his own blood. He saw the blood, he felt it, but he didn't care. A twitching fit overcame him as his head violently spasmed from side to side.

He felt lightheaded, most likely due to the blunt force trauma and blood loss. Twitching more and more, he started to stomp and slam the walls. Hit, kick, stomp, kick, scratch, hit, kick, stomp, bite! Leth bit down on the broken pipe, bit it as hard as he could until he felt something break. The bite had calmed him down a bit, he now only twitched a little.

Gathering his wits, he took a seat and took off his helmet. He'd no idea how he looked, but his nose hurt, almost to the point of not being able to feel it. In truth, it was nearly gone, broken bits of cartilage plastered across his face. Blood and mucus pooled together and trickled into his mouth and on to the floor. This nasty mixture was smeared across his face. Leth reached up to his face, making sure he was alright. He touched and armored hand to his face, not feeling anything from either point of contact. This was a good enough sign. The horrific throbbing in his head would have to stop too, but he figured it could wait.

He got up and stumbled around a bit, tripping into something. It was big and therefore dangerous, so he swung his mechanical left arm as hard as he could at it. At the moment of impact, there was a loud crack, from the wall he just punched, from his metal hand and from his neck, due to his head following his arm into the wall.

The adrenaline picked up in him again. Shit, what am I doing. Everything's out to get me. They probably all heard that. I have to get the hell out of her, NOW!

He started running, trying his best to correct his gait. He ran faster and faster still, the world becoming a now-familiar black blur. His damaged skull tried to process what was there, but in the dark he couldn't tell. Night vision would have helped, but Leth left his helmet back where he sat. Then again, it wouldn't of helped anyway, as he had nearly broken it in two when he ran into the pipe. Leth heard things, he didn't know what they were, but they couldn't be good. All following him, he wasn't getting out of this one, at least not while everything else is still alive.

Still running, he came to a slightly less dark place. He moved closer and saw it was a room, one with lights on, and possibly even a computer. One of those bastards is trying to track me with a computer. I bet he's having a hard time, considering the fact that I smashed it. Well I'll show him who the real hunter is.

The maddened man ran toward the room, but in his haste, his brain didn't notice the glass.

The sound of a loud crash filled the air, accompanied by shards of glass flying across the room, and into Leth. He collapsed yet again in a pile of blood, Talstorin looking on in bewilderment.

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Private First Class D'har Leth
-=Wraith Squad=-
TRP/PFC D'har/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/Nar Shaddaa

{THE POPE}  {EmoSlayer}

The little blue light on the console was blinking, an incoming message. The now almost feral Snipes slammed both hands on the controls in front of him. There was a short beep, then a voice. The words and voice Snipes understood, but he didn't trust either. They were lying to him. He knew it. The beast had taken Draken. Snipes knew it. His squad mate wasn't his squad mate anymore.

"SORRY! " Snipes yelled, throwing saliva all over the windshield. He slammed down on the control panel, part of him knew there was only so much more of that abuse it could take, the rest of him didn't know anything, or think, or care. He hit the button to release the missile. It beeped at him. He yelled again and ran from the cockpit.

The missile wasn't firing. There was a problem. The part of him that could think needed to fix it, the other part wanted to stay alive. He was running as fast as he could to the missile tube. And then he heard it behind him, something fell, hard. It wasn't one of the almost ethereal scratches and growls he'd heard before, this was real. He spun on his heal, pulling both his pistols out of their holsters, unhindered by the coat he'd left in the cockpit. He tried to bring them to bear on the shape now in front of him, but his eyes refused to focus, instead he fired wildly. The grey and green for wasn't scared of the fire though and charged Snipes. The blasters vibrated in his hands, letting him know he was out of ammo; he dropped them right as the thing dove at him.

He dodged the dive, barely, and for a few brief seconds the Twi'lek form came into focus. But then it rolled against the other wall and turned on Snipes, once again a blur. Snipes pulled the shotgun from its holster, but by that time the twi'lek was almost on him again. He tried to focus, but was unable to, then it stood toe-to-toe with him, the attacker swung something at Snipes and he blocked with his gun and threw his shoulder into it's chest, and once again it came into focus.

Not that it needed to now, Snipes could tell, now that his shoulder was slamming into its sternum, that it was female; his eyes however did tell him the uniform seemed to be imperial, of course neither of those facts stopped the force of Snipes lunge from throwing them into a nearby bulkhead. They rolled apart and Snipes went for another gun, he was too slow though, she recovered and lunged at him, once she came into focus Snipes could see a blade in her right hand, but by that time it was too late for him to do more than try to twist out of the blades path.

He almost succeeded, but the knife bit into the skin on his hip and slid beneath it, between the bone and skin on his right side. Snipes didn't feel it though, and he took the chance to grab her wrist, and swing at her head with his other hand, she was too quick for him though; somehow she managed to twist out of his grip, so once again he threw himself at her before she had a chance to get out of his focus. He grabbed her around torso with both arms and squeezed as they rolled into the next room. She was clawing and biting and kicking now. Snipes knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. But he recognized the hall, and he saw the hatch that they had added so long ago in the middle of the floor. He smiled only to have her teeth clamp onto his nose. He gave a great yell released her finally, then pushed himself off the ground with the power from his legs and grabbed one of her lekku. The Gunnery Sergeant planted his feet and then, as she was struggling off the ground, pulled with as much of his upper body strength as he had access to and slid her down the hall, only about two meters into the hatch.

He ran over and smiled seeing she had caught the sides of the hole. Then he gave a kick square in the forehead, watching her fall the few feet into the room below. He smiled again, and laughed. Before leaving the room he pulled the hatch down and secured it tightly.

Arnauts Hole. That's what the hatch said. Snipes tried to remember who Arnaut was. But as he was trying to remember things he remembered the missile still in the tube, Snipes didn't even know if it was armed or not. Once again he set off at a run, ignoring the knife in his side and the bruises, scratches and bite marks covering his body, not consciously ignoring them, he simply didn't realize any of them were there, he couldn't even feel the hull beneath his feet. He wondered if that was bad. He wondered all the way to the missile tube.

It didn't take him long to find the problem. In his frenzy to get it ready he hadn't secured the loading hatch properly, a fail safe kept it from firing. Snipes, beginning to get in another mad rush, sealed it, this time properly.

He then ran again, with stamina he didn't realize he had, back to the cockpit where he once again hit the button to fire his single concussion missile. This time there were no problems. The missile flew straight out of his tube towards the asteroid.

 
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{Comnet Hermit}
-=Wraith Squad=-
The few, The proud, The CrAZy RAIDERS.
TRP/GSG Sniping101/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA][CDS]

Stultior stulto fuisti, qui tabellis crederes!

    Talstorin blinked a couple times, staring at the bloody mess that laid in front of him.  Finally, he crouched next to the body and poked it's armor.  "L- ?"  The name of the man was at the tip of his tongue but all of a sudden it was forgotten.  Something felt weird in him, perhaps it was the atmosphere but it seemed that everyone was acting all weird.  Talstorin paused and thought to himself.  Why had he not been that affected?  Or was he and it was just his mind telling him that he wasn't?  Either way, it wasn't the time or place to think about it.  "Yo, get up."  Talstorin helped the bloody man up.  The trooper looked at Talstorin in a strange way, half wanting to bite him.  "Some one's left with our ship, we've got to go."  With that, Talstorin began walking away, assuming the man would follow him.  Instead, the man stood there.  Finally, Talstorin realized no one was behind him and spun around.  "Aren't you coming?"  The man gave him an angry look.

    Moments later, the trooper had a knife to Talstorin neck, kneeling on Talstorin's chest.  "I know what you're planning.  You won't take me!"  The trooper growled as he spoke, almost beastlike.  Talstorin spoke in between breaths.

    "What are you talking about?  Com'on!  We're going to be stuck in this place forever."  The trooper brought the knife closer as Talstorin said it.  Quickly, Talstorin kicked the trooper off, flipping back to stand up.  He ran for it quickly, not seeking a fight with his squadmate.  Leth stood up, watching as Talstorin left.  He picked up his knife and walked away in the opposite direction.
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    Eyes laid on the Gunnery Seargant.  They were a bright yellow, reptile like.  What was once the man that led the Wraiths into fight amongst themselves was now a monster.  It resembled a 6 legged Kaleesh, 3 long skinny and bony arms protruding from the sides.  It flicked it's snake like tongue and whispered hungrily.  It had hoped to reach the ship and leave finally but the Wraith had got to it first.  Now, it was just a matter of killing him.  But not now, it was too soon.  After the Twi'lek was done with the man, would he strike.  Quietly. It crawled away, hiding.  Slowly, it slinked towards the control panels.

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    Talstorin ran, taking deep breaths.  He was almost there.  He reached the hanger, it was empty.  The trooper cursed, he was too late.  Talstorin sat down to rest his aching legs.  Shutting his eyes, he mumbled, not noticing Yoder behind him, blaster in hand.

(Yech, its short, but I'm stumped. There's nothing to write about.)
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In the brightest light,
We find darkness...
-=Wraith Squad=--=TRP=-
TRP/PFC Tnepres/4SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/VE[LoR]
Memoirs of a Withered Soul- Compendium of Short Stories on Talstorin's Background/Story of Talstorin and Durandal( out now- read it on army story board)
Tnepres/HellKite

Snipes stood, fists on the control panel, his grin widening as the missile drew closer to the asteroid. He could see it in his mind, the missile connecting, right below one of the great spires. The explosions would send the spires into space, away from the asteroid, and hopefully it would hits something else explosive and cause a chain reaction, splitting the asteroid in two. Then they wouldn't be able to kill him, or hurt him. He'd be fine, and he could tell his superiors in the VE anything he liked, or he could never return, didn't matter to him, nothing mattered to him. He grinned at the thoughts of flying the stars again, picking up a crew where ever. All those hopes rode with the missile. He watched it grow closer and closer and then . . . it changed direction.

Snipes stood for a second, jaw dropped, and then fury set in and he slammed his fists into the control panel again, this time though was different. The panel gave way and Snipes fists continued into the circuitry. The electricity ran into his fists and up his arms, burning the back of his fingers, hands and the top of his arms. Snipes cried out in pain and fell backwards. The last thing he saw before blacking out was a flash and then golden eyes far above.

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Tnepres, confused as he was, was again distracted by the computer terminal. He leapt to it, somehow knowing that was more urgent. The ship was returning to the asteroid, heading to an exterior docking station, avoiding entering the hanger bay. Tnepres smiled himself, now there was a chance of escape. He wanted to tell the others, but they were going to kill him. He knew that, he knew the only thing he could do was kill them first.

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Arnaut moved through the corridors, trying to find another member of the squad, or a way out, or at least a light switch. It had been night in the complex for some time and Arnaut didn't favor his chances in the dark, even with his night vision there was a good chance of him missing something.

Of course none of the rooms gave him any hint as to weather he was going the right direction; sometimes he'd find a partially together lab. These irritated him. So he destroyed the rest of them. No reason anything should be complete when his squad was so scattered. In his mad rush he found a staircase. Archaic as stairs were they never stopped working when the power was out. These stairs went up, in a circular design, seemingly around the wall of a tower.

Arnaut sat on the floor for a minute, legs crossed, and thought about it. Going up to the top seemed to fit the ego of more than one of his troopers, yet it looked like it was a very long way to the top and he didn't trust the turbo lift, if anyone was at the top they'd be waiting for him, right when the turbo lift doors would open they would start firing, he wouldn't even get a chance to lift his gun.

He was going to have to take the stairs. Summoning his courage, he took off at a run, determined to make it to the top as quickly as possible.

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Draken was finding Leth to be a more formidable foe than he had expected. Even with his armor saving him from the troopers feral attacks the pure force and ferocity of him kept Draken moving on the defensive. Neither trooper had seen what happened to Tnepres, but neither was paying attention. Draken tried to move toward the gun, but every time Leth's attacks increased in ferocity, driving Draken away again.

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Arnaut came to the top of the stairs, rifle at the ready. But what he was greeted with wasn't any member of his squad. The man looked like he'd been imperial at one time, although his uniform was covered in gore and his body was twisted and spoiled, it looked as though he'd broken bones many times and none had healed right, puss and body fluids leaked off him onto the floor. His face he'd covered with a cloth, the eye holes though showed a small glimpse of the grotesque body beneath. Arnaut almost vomited. The thing that had once been a man laughed, maniacally, and then he pulled two levers.

The asteroid seemed to stand still for a second, then suddenly the stars became blurs and then the blue glow of hyperspace enveloped the tower.

The one-time-man laughed for a few minutes, as Arnaut tried to figure out what to do. And then the laugh choked and the Wraiths SL could hear something being thrown up. Finally there was silence as the monstrosity crashed to the ground, no longer breathing, no longer moving. Arnaut fired a volley of shots into it and then ran, in a panic, the room had been too much for him, the limbs and organs and blood and the . . . thing. No, Arnaut didn't even care where they were going, he just ran, trying to escape it.

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Tnepres attention was drawn again by the computer, he looked to it, and once he realized what it was he gasped in horror. They were in hyperspace now, and coordinates, the coordinates Tnepres knew, they were well within Thrawns space. He leaned back against the wall and slid down to a sitting position and for not the first time he thought.

We're all going to die here.

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Snipes eyes opened, slowly. He was staring up into darkness, he heard something move to the side and tried to spin to meet it, but he felt a hand on his shoulder, gentle and reassuring.

"Ssh, don't worry, you're in good hands."

Snipes sighed. "Where am I?"

"Heh, I don't actually know, I could ask you the same question."

"What?" Snipes then realized where he was, he was in Arnauts Hole. "Wait! Get away from me!"

"Oh I'm not going to try to kill you, you're wounded too bad to be a threat anyway. Speaking of wounds, I did what I could for you; I was a medic on the second ship."

"You're not crazy, like everyone else?"

Snipes barely made out her shrugging, "Cyberneticaly enhanced immune system, probably what it was. You don't seem too bad off either, either the antibiotics I gave you did something or that electric shock did something. I'm not a doctor; I don't even know the nature of this thing. I've been hiding out, just trying to stay alive ever since the crew went crazy."


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{Comnet Hermit}
-=Wraith Squad=-
The few, The proud, The CrAZy RAIDERS.
TRP/GSG Sniping101/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA][CDS]

Stultior stulto fuisti, qui tabellis crederes!

Kanderin groaned and stroked the back of his head, before finally opening his eyes and looking up. Somehow he had ended up on the ground, along with a huge lump on the back of his head. Last thing he could remember was scuffling with Leth around the security area, now suddenly he's sat on the ground in a corner, and all is calm. Looking to his side, he discovered Leth was in the same state he appeared to be, but at least he was still unconscious.

Something was different. Kanderin was unable to pinpoint exactly what it was, but he knew something had changed. He checked the room again, he was definitely in the same room, the patches of blood on the ground from his blaster wound was evidence enough. Almost the moment his mind came to rest on his injury, a searing pain erupted through his arm. As if someone had just stuck a boiling red poker into it. His good arm instinctively lifted itself to help the injured spouse, but soon came across something that was different. Someone had bandaged his arm.

By the sounds of it, that 'someone' was still around, the sound of keypad presses quietly creeping down the hallway to his left. Nestling his bad arm to his stomach, Kanderin used the good arm to slowly push himself to his feet. It took an age, but he eventually got into a standing position, although his knees were a little shaky. Using the wall as a guide, Kanderin slowly inched himself down the hallway, over the slumped body of Leth and towards the hidden helper.

"Oh Tnepres, its you" Kanderin leaned against the wall and sighed, overwhelmingly glad to of come across a friendly face.

"Your awake then" Tnepres spread a smile across his face, but his eyes stayed focused on the panel in front of him.

"Why does..."

"Your head hurt?" Tnepres cut him off early, the smile on his face widening into a grin. "About half an hour ago we somehow went into hyperspace, and being this close to an open hanger made everything incredibly bouncy. One of the girders holding the roof up collapsed, and managed to knock both you and Leth out cold"

"Hyperspace? How can... a science facility enter hyperspace?" The giddiness in Kanderins knees had all since disappeared, either that or the new occurrences had made him forget all about it.

"Your guess is as good as mine, but thats not the worst of it. Of all the places in the galaxy we could have stopped, we've ended up in Thrawn space"
 
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Private First Class Kanderin Draken
-=Wraith Squad=-
Wraith Squad Motto: When staring in the face of death we see our reflection

FTC/LC Kanderin/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE/

Now! This is it! Now is the time to choose! Die and be free of pain, or live and fight your sorrow! Now is the time to shape your stories! Your fate is in your hands! - Auron, FF X

"Think we should wake Leth up?" Kanderin finally broke the long silence that had commenced upon the reading of the datapad. Tnepres looked up from the corner of the room, obviously deep in thought. It was a few seconds before the vacant look on his face turned into a smile.

"It Depends. Are you going to attack him again?"

Kanderin returned Tnepres's smile.
"Fair enough, next time i'll just leave him to blow your brains all over the wall shall I?"

Both troopers laughed loudly and for a great deal longer than was really nessecery. They carried on laughing long after Kanderin's remark stopped being funny, simply because it clouded the severity of their current situation. While laughing they were back at the academy messing about, not sat alone on an asteroid in hostile territory, just waiting for someone or something to appear.

Kanderin stopped laughing soon enough though. As if someone switched a lightswitch inside his head, he collapsed to his knees and started coughing heavily. But it wasn't air he was coughing up, it was blood. Tnepres immediately jumped up and ran over to help his comrade. Not that it was helpful, all he could do when he arrived was ask Kanderin if he was ok.

The coughing did eventually subside, but not before a rather large pool of blood had found itself on the ground beneath him. Kanderin looked up to Tnepres, who was standing over him, a look of worry on his face.


Kanderin managed to strech a smile across his face.
"Dont worry, im..."

Ever so slowly, Tnepres was getting smaller and smaller, not to mention further away. Then he started to turn red and vibrate. Finally he disappeared completely, as Kanderin collapsed to the ground unconscious.
 
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Private First Class Kanderin Draken
-=Wraith Squad=-
Wraith Squad Motto: When staring in the face of death we see our reflection

FTC/LC Kanderin/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE/

Now! This is it! Now is the time to choose! Die and be free of pain, or live and fight your sorrow! Now is the time to shape your stories! Your fate is in your hands! - Auron, FF X

(OOC: Arnaut, in a maid costume. Damn is that funny to picture )

A coughing sound made Leth and Tnepres turn from the corner they were crouched in. Kanderin was coughing, although he sitll appeared to be out cold. Yoder jumped up and hurried over to Kanderin, beleiving it was a signal he was temporairly out of his coma like state. Maybe he would be easier to reach now.

"Kanderin" Leth rocked him gently." Kanderin"

The response came sooner than expected.

"Im not getting up this early. Renuid is in charge until i get up"

The response visually dazed Leth.
"Kanderin?"

"This better be important soldier"

Kanderin rose up into a sitting position, and slowly turned to face Leth. The look on Kanderins face wasn't normal, his normal cheerful and jokey appearance had all but disappeared, leaving in its place a stern, no nonsense stare. He was'nt as much looking at Leth, as looking him.

But just as quick as it appeared to have appeared, it vanished again. His eyes widened and a gasp of confusion covered his face.

"Errr, what the hell was that?" Leth tried to show a friendly smile, but it was difficult to hide the concern.

"What was what?"

"That general crap"

"What general crap?"

"You seriously dont remember?"

"I might if you actually told me what the hell you're talking about"

Leth just smiled.
"Dont matter"

Kanderin looked across and laid eyes on the still out cold Yoder.
"When did he get here?"

"Not long after you collapsed" It had been the first time Tnepres had spoke since Kanderin awoke, but even now he seemed distracted. There was the same bitterness you see in a persons face when your interupting them during an important conversation.

"And anyone else?" Kanderin asked.

Leth shook his head.
"Still no word from Yilllis, Snipes or Arnaut, i just hope there ok"

Yillis

The mention of his name brought back the reality of Kanderins actions, that moment of insanity when he knocked Yilis out, the very reason he might be exiled upon his return.

But no one will know if your the only survivor. The whole incident would be called a horrible accident, and you commended for being the only survivor. Kill them all.

That voice again. Only this time, it was deifnetely louder. So loud Kanderin was amazed Leth couldn't hear it.

Stop thinking about it and just do it. See what knife on Yoders belt? Take it and attack Leth. Tnepres is too preoccupied to react, and Yoder is out cold. You can kill all three with minimum effort, then find and kill the rest. It will be simple, just do it...

"Here, you look pale. Put this on for a bit" Kanderin jumped awake from his daydream and turned to face Leth, who was holding out Arnauts helmet.

"The air should do you good, it smells funny in here"

Kanderin took the helmet in one hand, the other trying to somehow drown out the booming voices in his head. But as Kanderin put on the helmet, the voices seem to quieten down. As he could feel the air hitting his face, the voices got quieter and quieter. Definetely still there, but quieter.

A door slid open down the corridot, immediately making all three conscious squad members jump to their feet and face the intruder. The black figure froze for a second in the doorway.
 
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Private First Class Kanderin Draken
-=Wraith Squad=-
Wraith Squad Motto: When staring in the face of death we see our reflection

FTC/LCPL Kanderin/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE/

Now! This is it! Now is the time to choose! Die and be free of pain, or live and fight your sorrow! Now is the time to shape your stories! Your fate is in your hands! - Auron, FF X