The brisk, early morning air swept unmercifully across the concrete tarmac outside the Dark Dragoons barracks to assault the six shivering recruits who stood at attention on the parade ground. All had received a summons from their assistant squad leader, Gunnery Sergeant Kami the night before, detailing that they were to meet at 0600 hours in full battle gear for an 'introductory training session.' They had however, been kept waiting for over an hour, and despite the climate control mechanisms of their armor, were starting to feel the cold.

"I don't think she's coming," Kael drawled, more at ease than the others as he was familiar with the squads command structure, "Maybe we should all just go grab some caf."

"She's probably testing us," Twin Blade piped up, another of the squad's established privates, "Waiting for us to move out of formation so she can jump out from behind cover and lay into us."

"Pfft," Kael reached up to remove his helmet, revealing a tussled mass of blonde hair, "She probably just slept in."

"It's better to wait than be sorry," Durandal, a newly placed Dragoon responded, his intense blue gaze sliding to Kael's, "Unless you want to get in trouble?"

"It wouldn't be the first time," Kael quipped back, a crooked smile crawling across his features, "Besides, it's friggin freezing out here. I ain't going to be able to move soon let alone carry out some training exercise."

"Well I'm not moving," That was Galant, another of the newest batch of recruits, "Think she'd mind if we stamped our feet a little though?"

"I don't think we have to worry," Twin Blade tilted his helmeted head towards the side of the parade ground, "Here she comes."

All six recruits instantaneously snapped to attention, Kael unceremoniously jamming his helmet back over his head as their assistant squad leader made her way towards them. As she drew closer, all could see that she was carrying a rather large duffel bag bearing the insignia of the Vast Empire Army along its side.

"At ease," Kami dumped the duffel bag at her feet as she reached the Dragoons, her green eyes sweeping over each individual form, "And Kael, put your damn helmet on properly."

Looking somewhat sheepish despite the fact that his face was hidden from view, Kael reached up and readjusted his helmet so the visoured gaze was facing forwards instead of sidewards. Smiling despite herself, Kami addressed the troopers,

"Sorry about the delay, but I was organizing a few things. If you'll all follow me, we have somewhere we need to be."

Curious despite the cold, the Dragoons glanced at each other, then followed as Kami wheeled around and stormed back in the direction that she had come. Knowing better than to ask questions, each naturally fell into the formation that had been drilled into them at the academy, tracing their ASL's steps over one of the large hills within the army compound and towards a small, steel compound that was obviously their designation. Removed slightly from the surrounding buildings, the compound had a newly constructed look, its gleaming walls relatively unmarred by the elements.

Coming to a halt before the glass door, Kami punched a pin into the keypad on the wall, then walked through as it opened with an audible hiss. The Dragoons trailed after her, past a small booth containing an intense array of electrical and monitoring systems and five or so technicians clothed in dull Imperial grey. Pausing again before another large door, Kami cast the duffel bag at her feet and withdrew a strange looking rifle, shaped like an E-11 but bearing a series of glowing numbers on the side.

"Welcome to our new simulation center," Kami began, her voice echoing in the enclosed space of the compound, "Beyond this door is the sim room, capable of projecting incredibly accurate real life battle situations. Since we've been inactive for such a long period of time, Sam and I thought we'd give you the chance to have some fun while polishing up your skills."

Casting the rifle in her hands at Sayah, who caught it, Kami continued, "These will replace your E-11's for the duration of the exercise. Each has been modified to count the number of shots fired, and the overall hit percentage of each of you once you are in the simulation. They will also count your 'virtual lives' which I've asked to be increased to 3 for this training session, predominantly due to the fact that I'm throwing all of you into a heavily defended Rebel base."

"What?!" Kael was the first to speak up, echoing the thoughts of his other squad mates as he spoke, "How's about 300 lives as opposed to 3?"

Kami offered an evil grin, "You get 3. Once you move inside and the simulation starts you'll be alone within the expanse of a Rebel complex. You can choose either to meet up and work together with the others, or to stick it out on your own, though I heavily suggest the former option. Once you're discovered, the AI is going to get very hairy."

"Do we have an objective?" Garra asked from the rear of the group, "Or is this just a free for all?"

"Oh yes," Kami's expression, if possible, became even more malicious, "You have to track down and take out the two commanding Rebel officers within the base. They will be in easily defensible positions, and will probably require a little creativity and a lot of guts to get to."

"Sounds like a suicide mission," Kael spoke up again, "And a hell of a lot of fun."

A few of the Dragoons laughed, Kami included, "Yes, it's extremely suicidal. I doubt you'll ever find yourself in such a ridiculous situation as you'll be in once you get through that door, but the main aim is to have fun, push yourselves, and practice shooting some Rebel filth. Are there any questions?"

"Will you and Sergeant Sam be participating?" Durandal asked, taking the offered 'bogus' E-11 from Kami, "Or sitting this one out?"

Kami flashed him a wink, "Oh we'll be participating. Sam will be along shortly."

"Maybe we stand a bit more of a chance then," Twin Blade said, "8 against a platoon."

"I never said we'd be on your side," Kami responded, offering a sly smile.

"Ooo," Kael raised his phony rifle to a ready position, "I'll be buying drinks for whoever takes out the Gunny and Sam."

"Good luck trying," Kami laughed, rising to the challenge, "Now has everyone got their rifles? We better not shoot up the inside of the simulation room." As all the assembled Dragoons nodded, Kami glanced over at one of the technicians and nodded, "Open her up."

The technician complied, opening the large doors at Kami's back and revealing a cavernous steel paneled room. The Dragoons filed in and stood uneasily in the doorway, each glancing back to where Kami was still standing in the hall. She offered another smile, "Sam and I will join you soon. Until then, good luck staying alive."

The doors groaned, then clamped shut, sealing the recruits off from the real world and casting the new Dragoons into virtual hell...
 
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*DarkDragoons*

PA/GSG_Kami/2SQD/1PLT/1XOM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR][CoR][IG][GCA][BC]
|| DJK Dark Jedi Order || Krath || Vast Empire ||
-=Surrender to your darkest dreams, and you'll live as you've never lived before=-
+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +

A hell of a lot of fun indeed...

As soon as Kael had discovered what the squad was going to be doing he had been psyched, a chance to show his squad what he was capable of! The desire to do the best in this simulation overrode all other feelings of teamwork and friendship, After all... friends were only friends when it suited them.

As soon as Kami had left the room Kael had crouched down in anticipation, glancing at his squad mates stances, judging their reactions to the coming simulation. He had been ready for a straight up firefight, a competition of brute force and willpower....but he had expected to at least be given a chance to fight...

The door of the simulation room and slammed shut and Kael had to blink as the lights flashed off then on again, in that blinking span the room had gone from the metal walls of the simulation complex to the metal walls and bars of a rebel prison bay..

"SITHSPAWN"

There was no doubt about it, he had been spawned into a detention cell.

Bet Kami had the techs do this on purpose

A grin cut it's way across his face underneath his helmet, he knew he deserved it.

Glancing down he noted he still had a weapon, a large 3 showed on the vid-screen attached to the blaster, telling him his lives, smaller screen gave him additional information such as shots fired and accuracy.

There ain't never been a prison that could hold Kael Ja'Kar

He surveyed the cell, trying to find any weaknesses or flaws in it's construction...the room was maybe 4 meters either way and made of a dull metal alloy, the door was made of the same materials but included a small barred window into the corridor outside.

He immediately dismissed the idea of calling for a guard and considered his other options,

The only thing I have that other prisoners would is I have a weapon and this armor

Hundreds of idea's flowed through Kael's head, most impossible and some plain stupid....

Wonder if I can pop the powerpack out of this thing

Kael removed his helmet slowly, hoping that doing so wouldn't end the simulation and cost him a life. He let out a breath when the world didn't change and examined the inside of his helmet, drawing the knife he cut through the fitted cushioning on the inside of the helmet, reaching inside he pulled some wires aside and found what he was after. He reached in and yanked out the small powerpack that powered both night vision and comlinks and a host of other systems within a storm troopers helmet.

"Not much juice, but enough hopefully"

With a quick splice he hooked the powerpack up to the doors electronic lock and tripped the wire that would usually engage the comlink, the full energy flowed into the doors keypad, effectivily wiping it and sending small sparks tittering over the surface.

With the small sizzling noise and a groan the latch popped open and Kael had to restrain himself from shouting out with glee, he settled with pumping a fist into the air. A large grin rested on his face as he replaced his mutilated helmet and let the door swing open

Since when do things go right for me! That never happens

He was right......

 
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*DarkDragoons*
TRP/PFC_Kael/2SQD/1PLT/1XOM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR]

"How are they going?"

Kami glanced up as Sam walked into the room, already clad in the appropriate uniform for the exercise, "Hey there soldier. They're doing well, though I think we have the AI set a little low, the Rebs are pushovers at the moment."

"That's something we can remedy isn't it?" Sam shot a questioning glance at the nearest technician, who grinned and nodded, "Good, we want this to be at least semi-realistic."

"AI level is set." The technician piped up, her fingers flying over her console, "I've also alerted the base to the presence of intruders. They will now react appropriately."

"Seems like a good time for us to enter then," Kami came to her feet and grabbed at the peak cap resting nearby, sliding it over her dark hair, "How do I look Sammy?"

Her squad leader flashed her a smile, "Like scum"

Kami grinned back, "Good. So do you."

"You'll have to enter through the side door," The head technician was saying, his eyes huge behind his glasses, "So as not to interrupt the flow of the simulation."

"Will they realize we've entered at all?" Sam asked, his gaze flicking to where the Dragoons where displayed on the screens littering one of the compounds walls.

"There's the chance the sim may flicker, or pause momentarily, but there's no announcement," The technician waddled out from behind his console, clipboard in hand, "If you'll please follow me."

Kami and Sam trailed after his wizened form as he walked to the other side of the main entryway and into a small corridor that curved to the side of the complex. Cast into darkness, they followed blindly until the technician abruptly stopped and raised a hand, "The entry is here."

There was the slight hiss of a panel being opened, before the technician reached out and guided both troopers towards the doorway, "Good luck in there."

Feeling an open space before her, Kami stepped away from the corridor...and suddenly found herself in a glaringly bright command room filled with four Rebel soldiers. All immediately snapped to attention as they became aware of her presence, whilst the closest, bearing an officer's markings offered a relieved smile,

"Thank god you're here Commander."

 
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*DarkDragoons*

PA/GSG_Kami/2SQD/1PLT/1XOM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR][CoR][IG][GCA][BC]
|| DJK Dark Jedi Order || Krath || Vast Empire ||
-=Surrender to your darkest dreams, and you'll live as you've never lived before=-
+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +

A doorseal hissed quielty and several shots rang out. Quietly, clutching a stolen vibroblade, Sayah slipped into Armoury 3.

The few rebel troopers inside never knew what hit them, as Sayah quickly blew them apart, taking careful aim as to avoid commiting virtual suicide by blowing up the armoury. Checking a data terminal, Sayah estimated the position of the main corridor and sighted... Moments later, a section of wall exploded violently.

Clutching a DC-17 in one hand and a E-11 in the other, Sayah sprinted along the corridor. Hearing voices, he stopped and pussed the doorseal slightly ajar. The two rebels inside, on a break and drinking stim-tea, never knew what happened. Sayah took a moment to download a map of the compound onto a datapad that he took with him. Coming to a dead end and hearing footsteps, he turned and shot blindly, killing a rebel trooper sneaking up on him.

He turned back and came to a fork. Running along the high ceilinged chamber, Sayah saw a walker in front of him with its floodlights turned directly on him. Sayah sighted and fired. The rebel trooper fell out of his seat and landed, his skull fracturing with an audiable crunch. Two more well aimed shots turned the AT-RT walker into a blazing fireball. Sayah fled, knowing that even the most pathetic AI could ignore a noise that loud. He heard explosions coming from the other side of the compund and headed towards the apparent location of his squadmates, as shown by his datapad.

Sayah activated several battle droids in Armoury four. He had wiped out the few rebel troopers inside and another light walker with his DC-17 and a few vibroblade slices. He, seeing the neeed for more firepower, had sliced into their control circtuits and jury-rigged a master control, which he held in his hand. "Cause a diversion." he ordered. "If there are too many, activate the explosives." As they squads marched off, Sayah allowed himself a grim smile. The rebel scum would have their hands full for a while. He took off at a dead run and heard distant and sudden blaster fire ring out, followed by several explosions. Sayah suddenly grinned and ran towards his squadmates.

Sayah came running up to Durandal and the others, embarassed that he had gotten so lost. His HUD flickered slightly as he stopped. "Sorry I got sidetracked. What did I miss?" Noticing the crate of third class concussion grenades he took several in case another AT-RT turned up...

Total Word Count: 419

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


[Black League]
SM/Com Sayah/Task Force 1/Eta Squad/2nd Platoon/Red Company/1st Battalion/KBcC Helsa/OFF/Army/RDA(L)

"We're all dying. Promise yourselves you'll be the last to go."
Commander Salvo

Suddenly seized by foreboding, Sayah leaped behind the crate as a set of blaster bolts passed through the space where he had been standing a moment before. Exchanging fire with the troopers, Sayah gritted his teeth. There were far too many for him to deal with. Suddenly a blaster bolt hit him in the chest and his helemt cam suddenly deactivated. Sayah took some deep breaths and calmly waited. Blinding light filled his eyes and when he opened them again the crate, and the troopers were gone. The reek of ozone and spilled fuel drifted through the air. (to be expanded)
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TRP/PFC Sayah/1SQD/2 PLT/1 COM/1 RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA


[Black League]
SM/Com Sayah/Task Force 1/Eta Squad/2nd Platoon/Red Company/1st Battalion/KBcC Helsa/OFF/Army/RDA(L)

"We're all dying. Promise yourselves you'll be the last to go."
Commander Salvo

Kael gingerly stepped over the corpse of the rebel soldier, wishing to himself that the simulations were not so realistic. The mans screams still reverberated in his mind...

It's just a simulation...get a hold of yourself

Sheathing his vibro-blade the private advanced cautiously up the hall-way of the detention center, reaching the most likely exit he popped open the doors maintenance hatch, splicing two wires together and hoping he wouldn't trigger any kind of alarm, the door swung open soundlessly when he thumbed the controls.

Well....guess things aren't going as bad for as I thought

A whooping alarm and flashing red-lights dominated Kael's senses as they triggered suddenly

"Attention, Imperial Troops have entered the base! REPEAT, Imperial Troops have entered the base!"

A surprised shout managed to reach Kael's ears above the announcement and blaster bolts followed it.

Typical....

The trooper threw himself down the corridor, blaster bolts blowing chunks out the the walls around him, wildly spraying shots behind him, scrambling along on his stomach Kael threw himself around a corner and tried to calm his heartbeat

It's just a simulation!

This thought burned his way into his mind as he calmly stepped around the corner, his false e-11 held steadily before him. The three rebel guards that had been in the process of sprinting down the corridor after him never had a chance to raise their weapons, they died as they tried to stop their frantic pace and bring weapons into line.

"Easy enough....now to find me this commander"

Thoughts of a hot meal flashed briefly through the privates head and a grin split the man's face beneath his helmet

Might even be done in time for dinner...

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*DarkDragoons*
TRP/PFC_Kael/2SQD/1PLT/1XOM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR]

Sam was standing in front of a platoon of fifteen rebel soldiers, all of them looking at Sam with curious faces. Sam quickly straightened his posture.

"As you all should be aware, we have some imperials that have infiltrated our humble little base here," Sam retorted with a smirk, "We will have the pleasure of dealing with them. Make me proud."

A few chuckles could be heard through out the group, which caught Sam's attention quickly. He shot a sharp glare in the direction of the chuckles. The room became dead silent.

"I guess, you all don't realize that you will probably die out there," Sam said sternly, "You there, Barbie, step forward."

A tall rebel soldier stepped forward. The soldier was one of the few that could look Sam straight in the eye from height.

"Yes sir?" the soldier said firmly.

"Name and rank," Sam said quietly with a deadly air about it.

"Lance Corporal Rparta Teustist," the soldier said with a wobble in his voice.

"Well, I bet you a thousand credits that you are the first to go," Sam said.

The entire group had a stunned look on their faces. This was apparently unorthodox treatment in the Republic military system. Sam gestured the soldier back into line.

"Alright, let's head out," spouted Sam. The platoon was silent and ridged as they moved out the door. Not even the squad leaders spoke.

Sam led the group down the corridor towards the armory. All the soldiers had their rifles poised to fire at the first sight of the intruding imperial soldiers.

"Major Kami, I need a report on the locations of the intruders," Sam said into his comlink.

"One moment Colonel," Kami replied.

Kami turned to the officer next to her, "Have you confirmed the locations of the intruders?"

"Not all of them ma'am," the officer replied, "There are two of them in the armory. It is advised to not engage directly. These two may have major fire power already in position."

"Sam&err, Colonel," Kami started catching her self nearly breaking character, "There are two in the armory and it is advised to avoid direct combat."

"Thanks Kams," Sam said completely oblivious to his break from character. The two squad leaders behind Sam looked at each other, but chose to avoid another thrashing from the Colonel.

With in a few moments Sam and the rest had made it to the armory door. He gestured to split the group on each side of the door. He then tossed down an image caster in front of the door and opened the door.

Just as the door slid open, the image caster shot Sam's likeness walking through the door. Urakai and Durandal were caught off guard from seeing the tall heavily armed Zabrak waltz into the armory.

"Sam!?" Durandal gasped, "Already?"

The image of Sam gave out a chuckle and a smile before moving out of the room.

 
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*DarkDragoons*


SL/SSGT Sandwich Sam/2SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA [LoR][BM][GS][EW1]
The Dark Dragoons' Site

Wherever the action was, it defiantly wasn't in whichever hallway Zafo found himself wandering down. The lack of stormtrooper armor gave him a feeling of uncomfortable nakedness. "Good thing it's just a simulation..."

Faintly, Zafo heard footsteps, out of sync with his own. Instinctively, Zafo halted immediately, raised his makeshift rifle, and readied himself for attack. The echoing steps grew in loudness, and it became apparent that there was defiantly more than one guilty person. Looking down at himself, the fact that he was clad as a rebel bartender quickly flooded back into his mind. If he had any hopes of keeping his cover, he defiantly couldn't be seen standing alone in some deserted hallway, even more so with a rifle.

Zafo's eyes quickly darted around his surroundings, looking for a means of escape. Luckily there was a door no more than ten meters ahead, embedded in the right-hand side of the hallway. Without waiting for another second, Zafo sprinted as light-footedly as possible towards the door.

Zafo pounded at the keypad beside the door. Nothing Happened. A stream of curses followed subsequently. Zafo's fingers raced across the small keypad in a second attempt to open the door. Once again, nothing. A bead of sweat formed on his forehead and trickled down to his brow, before being wiped away. The Dragoon knew any other efforts would be futile. Zafo was about to raise his rifle and simply blow the controls away as a last resort but he was interrupted by a shout.

"Hey! What are you doing!?"

Zafo quickly spun on his heel to face a group of seven battle-ready new-republic soldiers. The one leading the group bore the insignia of a Senior Sergeant. Zafo quickly snapped to attention and threw the Sergeant a salute.

"Though it's YOU who should be doing such for ME, before I blow out your brains." Thought Zafo through surpressed rage. All the rebel ever saw was a smile.

"...Private First Class...Ziggy," Belted out Zafo. And not out of nowhere. For a long time the ex-bounty hunter operated under the name of Ziggy. However, that was a life he had learned to push to the back of his mind. "Too many unanswered questions...Too much unfinished business..."

"And what is your buisness here, private." Demanded the Sergeant, with more than just a hint of malice. "The base is under lockdown, you should be with the others fighting off the invading Imperial scum."

Zafo almost gave up his three lives just to drop his rifle and beat the Sergeant down. He changed his mind when he realized that would achieve absolutely nothing; as much as he deserved it, the Sergeant was only computer generated and would feel no real pain.

"I was told to fetch the security back-up tapes for the hanger." Zafo quickly replied. It was improvisation, but not entirely unbelievable.

"Really..." The sergeant began, his eyes showing a hint of amusement. "Here's what I think. I think, that when the red alert was sounded, you ran from your position in the bar and tried to flee the scene of action."

"I may be a Private, but I am no coward." Zafo stated boldly, locking into the Sergeant's gaze and returning one just as threatening.

"Then who sent you?" Demanded the Sergeant, his voice growing with impatience.

"Sam." Zafo stated confidently. He had been given the same briefing as the other Dragoons, so he knew both Sam and Kami were clad in the same dark green uniform as the men in front of him.

"We'll see about that!" The Sergeant hissed, "and that's Colonel Sam to you, private."

Another one of the New Republic troops watching the entire showdown tapped the Senior Sergeant on the shoulder and whispered something into his ear.

"Ah, perfect!" The Sergeant shouted aloud. "Seems like you are coming with us, boy. The Colonel just so happens to be assisting with defending the complex just where we were headed. This way, you get to fight, AND we get to see if your story is at all what you say it is."

Before Zafo was even given a chance to reply, the New Republic squad had began moving, keeping Zafo sandwiched in the middle of the crow so he could not escape.

"Privates." He heard the Senior Sergeant say with a laugh.

"Rebels..." Thought with a sly, twisted smile.
"We'll see who's laughing in the end..."

 
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~ZaFo

*DarkDragoons*

TRP/GSG ZaFo/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [BC] [EW2]

Live Fast, Ride Faster.

Looking stunned was uncommon for the young soldier, and with years of experience, it would be hard to surprise Urakai, but he could not believe it. How could they just get a tank inside without us hearing it!?

Coming back to reality, he lifted his rifle and snapped, "We got to go!" Springing up he quickly picked an extra rifle off a rack, but stopped as he saw Durandal looking at a crate, showing no sign of moving.

"Wait up," Durandal whispered as he jumped behind another crate and pulled the top off, "I don't think they understand the position they are in." He finished with a smirk.

Urakai peered over too see cases upon cases of concussion grenades, thermal detonators and emp grenades. Smiling in awe, Urakai heard footsteps behind him and he quickly spun around and closed the other door that led out, firing shots just before the doors closed, he heard screams.

"Crap!" Durandal said, grabbing out a case, "And you'd think they would had blasted the other door down by now..." Durandal and Urakai both looked up at each other, as if reading each other's mind.

With a case of grenades in hand, Urakai waited for Durandal to blast the doors. As he lifted his rifle, he pulled the trigger down and let a blast rip the air and a soon as it hit the door, a huge explosion shook both the hall and the armory. Urakai and Durandal were both blown back, Urakai smashing into a rack of explosives.

Dropping to the floor, he saw the fumes catch fire of crates with opened lids. Quickly he turned to Durandal and screamed, "RUN!!!"

His warning was too late as one of the crates blew up, sending massive explosions around the room. Getting blown back into a wall, he caught a glimpse of Durandal jumping up and trying to get through the bit of blasted wall.

He could only stand and watch as the rack of explosives caught fire and blew him straight through the steel wall and smashing him into the next. Argh, that would be a test for this armor in real life. He groaned as he landed on the ground, realizing he was now wearing black, almost melted armor.

"Durandal!" He yelled as fumes came through the hole. His helmet's vision was foggy and his helmet was filled with smoke so he pulled it off, to lay in horror as he saw burnt rebel bodies lying around the blown door. Crawling away from the smoke, he tried to stand but just limped down the hall and laid against the wall.

What just happened? How the hell did those doors blow if we didn't put an-... They were going to blow it! Well... They got what they deserved, now, sleeping with the flames. Jeez, did that get Sam? Or the tank?

Suddenly he jumped up, wondering if the limping was part of the simulation, as he heard a lot of footsteps coming from down the intersecting hallways. He ran back down the hall until he got to a door right across from what was left of the armory's door. The flames were growing bigger and were flying out of all the cracks from the wall so Urakai dashed through the door just before five squads of stunned troopers came from all directions down the hall to try and put out the fire.

Urakai dropped to the ground and looked up, finding himself in a medical room. Relieved, he went to jump up, but then looked down. There, in his hand was a case marked as THERMAL DETONATORS. Crap... I forgot about them... His thoughts were soon disrupted by a blinking light on his rifle that he had carried, a blinking light that read 2.

 
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Urakai
*Dark Dragoons*
TRP/PFC Urakai/1SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA [LoR] [RoM]

Moving cautiously down the darkened hallway Kael kept a eye out for any enemy movement, the alarms had been halted quite a while ago and he had seen almost no movement in the base.....he was also hopelessly lost.

What I wouldn't give for a help desk right now

He gripped his rifle tighter and tried to keep his mind on the mission

There would have to be a data terminal around here somewhere..

This thought was interrupted by the whine of a blaster shot and a solid impact in his right shoulder, almost immediately pain lashed throughout his body causing the private to let out a loud yelp, his mind froze up but training took over and Kael found himself diving for cover and returning fire without fully processing what he was doing.

Can't stay in the corridor, making myself a easy target

Seeing the closest door Kael took a chance and threw himself towards it, slamming the access panel and letting his body fall through. He landed heavily on his right shoulder and the the pain almost made him pass out, black strands appeared at the corners of his eyes.

It's not real!

Forcing himself back onto his feet the private half jogged, half limped further into the small room in which he was  now occupying, he glanced around for a suitable object that could be of use to him as either a weapon or a barrier in the soon-to-arrive firefight. Kael's face, previously distorted with pain hardened into a grim smile

That'll work real nice

* * * * *

The rebel guards were not new recruits. According to the sim system in which the two guards existed they were grizzled veterans that had survived more then one battle in rebel uniform. Along with their commander the two moved swiftly and surly towards the doorway in which the lone stormtrooper had fled, ever alert for any movement  or hints of a trap. Reaching the door they deployed silently on each side, reading weapons before triggering the panel.

The door shot open with little noise, no blaster fire greeted the duo. With a silent exchange the two rebel soldiers advanced silently into the pitch black room, spreading out and straining senses for any sign of their quarry.

* * * * *

The troopers moved silently forward, looking for their quarry, one of them thumbed the illumination switch and a large clanging noise accompanied the sudden brightness. The door had slammed shut at the same time. Glancing again at the panel the soldier saw it had been crosswired to the door controls.

A low, bloody laugh echoed throughout the room and both rebel soldiers aimed at the source.. their quarry, now with his helmet removed proved to be a young, rakish looking man casually sitting in one of the rooms low chairs, seemingly unarmed.

"Stand up and put your hands on your head imperial, there is no where to go from here"

The stormtrooper flashed them both a grin and turned his hand over.....nestled inside was a thermal detonator....it's timer flashed brightly as it counted down from five, a low almost mournful beeping sound accompanying it.

The timer flashed to one before searing heat washed over the three, last images planted in their minds for eternity.



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*DarkDragoons*
TRP/PFC_Kael/2SQD/1PLT/1XOM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR]

Revan opened the door to he simulation room. He hated being late, especially being so green to the Imperial Corps. It made him feel like such a rookie. Instantly, he felt the stares of the techs in the room upon him, and he swallowed hesitantly.

"Sorry I'm late to class," he said boldly, trying to maintain a higher air than the lab techs, "New marching orders... new to the Squad."

The techs remained silent for a moment. Revan knew it was because of his armor model, the old Commando suit wasn't common in the least anymore, but due to his handling of explosives, his higher ups had agreed to let him use it thanks largely in part to it's flexibility and strength. Handling heavy ordnance called for such demands.

"We've already had one intrusion no one told us about," one of the techs spoke up, "I suppose you have ord--"

Revan cut him off by tossing a datapad to him. It landed softly in the techs hands, "There's all the info you'll need," he said bluntly, "Transfer orders, permission to join the rest of my squad, and a hall pass from my superiors in case you wanna make a call on the validity."

He walked up to a rack with the gun replicas being used, "I suppose I take on of these," he asked, noting the counters and stats on the display, "Plug me in, lab rat," he told the tech, almost a demand.

*******

Revan landed on the ground with a thud. He felt his legs buckle a bit as his feet connected with the floor, "Damn techs," he growled, "Probably left me a foot in the air on purpose..."

Click Click... Click

"What in Primus's..." Revan looked up, "Ohhhh... The techs really are asses," he decided, looking around the room. Almost a dozen Rebel soldiers had their scopes locked onto him.

"Tell Colonel Sam we found one of the infiltrators," one of them said to another with a comm-pack on his back, "Ask him if he wants us to dispose of him now, or if he wants to interrogate him first."

"A moment, please," Revan asked, holding up a finger to silence the Rebel while he spoke, "What if we all just played dead?"

He pulled two grenades from his belt strap, and pulled the pins, and let one drop to the front, near the soldier who was just running his mouth, and another behind him.

"My only regret is that I've only two more lives to live to kill for my Empire," he said with a grin under his helmet, "I'll be right back..."

BOOM! BOOM!

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Revan shook his head again. This room was darker, but at least he was all alone this time. He looked down at his counter: 11 kills, two grenades. Two lives left.

"Well, I won't be winning any awards for longest life span," he grimaced, then clicked on his communicator. He didn't want to relive what just happened again, so he whispered. No telling if the line was being listened in on.

"Dragoons... This is Spartan106 PFC Alden. Is anyone there..?"

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Why haven't I respawned yet? Urakai asked himself as he picked himself up and examined the room.

It didn't look like much but a medical room. He picked up a bacta tank, which he immediately dropped as the door slipped to the side. To his horror, half a dozen New Republic Troops scrambled inside before they released their grip of the trigger. Urakai stood frozen as this had only happened in a matter of two seconds. Before the bolts could explode onto Urakai, his body began to turn into static and the imitations of life just stood in amazement as they vanish. Urakai now stood on top of a table. He had spawned in a bar, luckily a deserted bar. 'Bout time...

Outside he heard large amounts of footsteps and running as their boots clanked on to the metal floor covering. Urakai jumped down and ran to the door, stooped right near the control panel. He opened the door and eye width and peek through the crack.

"Wow..." was his only statement as he was peering into a large mess hall with an estimation of about ten squads, each with a dozen troops.

Urakai closed the door quickly, a little too quickly as a few troopers noticed the sound and alerted their squad leader. Now Urakai was worrying as they attempted to open the doors. Quickly, Urakai grabbed his thermal detonator off the side of his utility belt, and, as the door opened, he threw it as hard as he could before closing the door again.

"My eye!" screamed a voice on the other side of the door before the explosion erupted screams.

In the event, the explosion forced a massive dent in the door, and as the troops ran to open it, the dent blocked the door from slipping into the narrow opening. Urakai ran down to the actual bar to find if there was any means of escape. There was, to the side of the bar there was a small hallway that lead to a door. Urakai smiled but then wiped the grin off his face as the door opened halfway from all the banging. Now they started slipping in through the doorway. Before they could figure out where Urakai was, he had already pulled the pins off two concussion grenades and sent them hurtling not toward the troopers, but toward all the alcoholic drinks.

There was only am inch left of time for Urakai to sprint down the hallway and get inside the door. The explosions went off behind Urakai and he felt a force try to lift him up, but Urakai kept his ground. As the drinks started to catch fire, Urakai opened fire on the control panel to the door. He blasted the door open, only to be shut again by Urakai as he dashed inside and punched the control panel. Now ducking, Urakai did it just in time to avoid a collision with flying debris! The walls smashed in and chunks of metal clashed into the room. Urakai looked up and rolled just in time to miss a foot wide metal chunk.

"Dragoons... This is Spartan106 PFC Alden. Is anyone there..?" came an unfamiliar voice from Urakai's belt.

"Argh" Urakai groaned as he stepped up, noticing the fire was green, then changing to reddish green.

He looked do find a small crunched piece of metal at his side. It was a comlink! Of course! I forgot about it! He picked the comlink up and before he could respond, another voice traveled through.

"Alden, this is Durandal, I'm uploading a tac-map of the area, do me a favor and give me your location. And i'll meet up with you."

Durandal! Quickly, he pressed the talk button, but found it was smashed outward.

Before he could examine the damage, a burst of black smoke shot through the smashed wall followed by a few screams.

"How the hell can just one squad do more damage than our entire bunker!" shouted an officer as waves of men ran through the now blown door that led to the bar.

It would only be a matter of time until the troops flooded the room  down the hall, the room he was in. Quickly, he sought an escape, but all he could see was a small hatch at the top of the room. Good enough He thought as he jumped up and punched a small control panel to the side. After landing, he jumped again, this time, grabbing onto the hatch lid as it lifted up and climbed out. He was now in a dark room and, to his surprise; he turned his head to see Durandal crouched, lowering his blaster rifle next to another trooper.

"Wow" Urakai said as Durandal grinned.

Then Durandal stood, helping Urakai up and asked, "Was that you who sent us into the wall?"

Urakai smiled at his humor, but then turned around to see a half destroyed wall where he could see, through cracks, New Republic troopers scrambling around.

 
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TRP/LCPL Urakai/2SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA [LoR] [RoM]

Sam stood up slowly after being tossed against the wall from the massive explosion. All around there were bodies of his squad scattered about the ground.

"Sir," a voice coughed from the smoke of the burning room, "Sir?"

"Yes, what is it?" Sam groaned as he stood.

"We need to get out of here before anymore munitions go off," said the shadow gesturing Sam to follow him.

Sam followed the republic trooper and regaining his balance along the way. The thick black smoke made it hard to see where one was going. The nearly solid blackness filled into the lungs of those encased in it. The roar of the flames, along with a few random explosions, deafened the ears to the coughs of people still fumbling around in the armory.

As Sam and his guide broke forth from the sea of black smoke, a blinding light poured into their dark adjusted eyes. Sam squinted to try to see a bit better.

There were Republic soldiers rushing here and there. Poking the wounded with bacta syringes and placing bacta patches on them. One of the medics grabbed Sam and rushed him over to a table.

"Have a seat sir so we can get you cleaned up," the medic said quickly.

"I'm fine," Sam said sternly as he tried to get up. The medic pushed him back down on to the table.

"No you aren't," the medic replied, "You have a major wound in your leg from shrapnel and deep cut in your arm."

"Look here," Sam said piercingly, "I've had worse. Give me a bandage and a bacta syringe and I'll take care of myself."

The medic had a look of shock on his face, as if he had never been spoken to that way by a wounded soldier. "But sir," the medic began.

"No but sir!" Sam shouted, "I told you what I needed. If you haven't notice I am a Zabrak and we can take a lot. So do what you are told before I make you less of a being."

The medic quickly retrieved the supplies the Colonel had requested. He tossed the bacta and bandage into Sam's lap; then scurried off to help others. Sam wrapped his leg and arm. He took the bacta syringe and slammed into his leg, empting the crystal blue liquid into his thigh.

"Kams, I need an update on the situation down here," Sam said into his comlink a few moments later. He paused waiting for a reply.

 
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*DarkDragoons*


SL/SSGT Sandwich Sam/2SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA [LoR][BM][GS][EW1]
The Dark Dragoons' Site

Revan began over the wall of debris. He looked back at Durandal and nodded for him to hurry behind him. The longer the three of them were split up, the better a chance for an attack to drive them apar-

What was that, he asked himself. It was already obvious what it was. A blaster shot. Clear as the Telos night skies. "Urakai," he asked lightly, not wanting to draw more attention to his and Durandal's location, "You hear me, 'Trooper?"

Nothing.

"Damn," he murmured, looking back down the rubble hill and towards Durandal, "I don't think we're alone. Someone is in this room, and Urakai isn't answering. I don't think he made it."

Durandal grimaced a bit under his helmet, "Can you see how many are in there?"

Revan popped his head up, and ducked it back down. There wasn't a clear view, so he repeated the motion a few times to keep from being a target. A squad of Republic soldiers waited inside, surrounding a CO with guns trained towards the entrances and doors.

"A whole squad of them," Revan said, looking back to Durandal and shaking his head, "I've only got two grenades left, and that might be enough to thin their ranks, but I can't take out the entire group. Not unless they are really well aimed, and I won't have the time to make 'em count without taking a head shot, myself. And that would leave you alone. With all them."

Durandal nodded, "Let's think of something else then," he frowned, looking down the hallway. Soldiers were making a commotion towards the bar and in the rooms at the other side, but either couldn't see the troopers, or make them out from down the long corridor, "And whatever we do, it has to be soon, because we aren't going to be alone for a whole lot longer."

Revan sat on the rubble, keeping his head down to keep from taking a slug to the back of the helmet, "Well... Looks as if the Squad inside this room is guarding Sam. But entering that fray would be a suicide run. The only thing we can do that won't end with imminent death is let the kill go for now, and try to regroup with Urakai. He'd have spawned with more ammo and a few more grenades, so that would keep us busy for a while."

Durandal bit his lip under his helmet, "I don't want to let the target go. He's right there, and leaving would make things harder later. They'd have time to regroup and fortify a position."

Revan agreed. "What if we made them think we were somewhere else? A few select detentions on another side of the base would help spread out their forces."

Durandal nodded. It would slow back-up from reaching Sam's position, "Let Urakai know. He can make things happen from wherever he is now."

Revan clicked on his headset, "Durandal, This is Revan. Do you read me? Wherever you are, we need your help in restructuring some architecture."  He waited.  Static greeted him in response, while he hunkered down on the pile of debris.

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"Those who said the limits were endless were too afraid to go any further."

The entire bunker shook. "Lieutenant Holt, I'm going to need you to find out what the hell," Sam began but getting cut off rather quickly by the lieutenant.

"Colonel, there was a massive explosion and destroyed one of the main support beams for the bunker," Holt said quickly.

"Thank you," Sam said acidly, "Do not, I repeat, do not send any troops that way! Far too dangerous, in fact signal the evacuation code after you have two teams rig the other two main support beams."

This little idea made Sam begin to laugh manically. He knew a collapse of this facility would be the least of his worries and a major one for the imperial intruders. The squad around him had a rush of fear poor over their faces. They had never seen such a crazed look on one of their officer's faces.

Sam stepped out to see Revan and Durandal crouched behind some fallen debris. "Here is a hint for you guys!" Sam yelled.

Revan and Durandal jolted back from the unexpected thundering voice.

"You can tell the rest of the Dragoons that you don't have much time in this bunker left," Sam cackled as he waltzed back to the rest of his remaining squads.

Moments later a high pitched siren erupted out of the remaining working loud speakers, "Attention all New Republic personnel, this is Lieutenant Holt. I have been authorized to give the 'Alpha-Omega' order. This is not a drill!"

The troopers around Sam gasped in horror as if they have all just been sent to their doom. Sam holstered his rifle and began to lead the Republic troops away from the intruders.

"Sir, is it such a good idea to turn our backs to them?" a squad leader questioned.

Sam shot him a glare that pierced straight through the Sergeant's will and silenced him. "Did you not just hear the order?" Sam hissed, "It is time to go, but guess what we are going to stay. Just know that if you try to bail out, I will see you run and I will terminate you. I don't stand for traitors."

Sam flipped a tiny switch on his comlink, which allows him to speak into the Dark Dragoon network. "Looks like you guys have one of two options, leave and risk failing at the hands of the troops outside or you can try to find and disarm the explosives on the remaining support pillars. Your choice," Sam laughed into his comlink. He flipped the switch back and moved on.

 
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*DarkDragoons*


SL/SSGT Sandwich Sam/2SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA [LoR][BM][GS][EW1]
The Dark Dragoons' Site