Rogueboy left the briefing room in a hurry he had only minutes to get packed for this mission, on his way out he met the new recruit Namyr, Rogue wished there was liquor in the cantina this way they could haze the new girl. Regardless Rogue walked up to the newcomer. "Hi, I'm Corporal Rogueboy." Rogue offered her his hand.

Namyr looked at Rogue's hand for a moment before accepting the proffered hand. "I'm Private First Class Namyr, nice to meet you Rogueboy."

Her hand was soft and delicate which is what he would expect from a trooper of her stature, Rogue found her red skin exotic and he felt himself becoming self-aware.

How does my hair look?

Rogue resisted the urge to pat down his hair, Rogue could see that Namyr let her twin lekku's float freely, during this time there was an awkward silence which Rogue interrupted. "Yeah I gotta go get ready for the mission, so I will see you on the cargo ship."

Namyr blinked twice. "Oh, okay well I'll see you there."

The door opened and Rogue walked through cursing at himself in Huttese for being such a fool, Namyr made him feel uncomfortable because he knew her worth to any slave trader and while the twin tattoos on her cheeks would lower her prices she was easily worth fifty thousand Imperials credits to any trader that could break her into a pleasure slave.

Rogue cursed himself for unworthy thoughts, he wasn't on Tatooine anymore and he especially wasn't a slave anymore he had felt that cruel whip for long enough. Rogueboy went outside and hailed a speeder taxi. "two-eighteen Greenbach street please."

The speeder cab dropped Rogue off at his apartment building and he opened the door and took the steps to the apartment that he rents out. Rogue opened the door and noticed that something wasn't right; he looked around, his apartment was spotless and the little red R2 unit that Rogue had come to call his own was standing in the middle and let out a beep of welcome.


OOC: Sorry for the length, time constraints
 
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Namyr had been excited when finally they had been called to the briefing room for a mission. She had only been at the base for a few days and had barely known anyone, due to her coming to the compound at night, and that most of the members had been on leave of some sort. She had tried to make herself comfortable in her barracks room, though small she could call it her own. But Namyr had started to get bored and a little stir crazy, if she hadn't been studying for her medic exam she would have lost it.

She stood at attention waiting for the orders, then blinked a few times, as the mission was announced. A beer run, they were going to risk their lives for a beer run? Namyr would have bursted out in laughter if Darr-Rann hadn't looked so serious about the mission. Then he said it was volunteer, and for a moment Namyr thought she'd say no, even though another night stuck in her room made her brain hurt. Then a guy nearby spoke to her and she turned her head to his voice, she couldn't recall his name or if they had even been introduced.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" he told her. Namyr had to keep her cheek from turning dark burgundy and turned away from the guy and shrugging before raising her hand. Not that the guy was good looking, but the fact that he had spoken to her so casually had surprised her after months of basic training and being use to always being yelled at.

As Darr-Rann released them to pack for the mission, Namyr turned to pack her things only to be stopped by the guy who had encouraged her to take part in the mission. Rogueboy, that's what he called himself, it was an odd name, maybe a nickname, Namyr wasn't sure. As she shook his hand she noted how callused and strong his grip was, much different from her own hands, which looked tiny next to his.

Then they stood in front of each other in silence as Namyr fought the blush creeping to her cheeks, and thanked the gods she was red in color so it didn't show as much. She hid her emotions as she felt the emotions rolling of Rougeboy, first a common reaction to her attraction, which was a sweet spicy taste, then nervousness a tangy taste that made Namyr's tongue twist. Namyr was nervous herself, she hadn't had a decent conversation with anyone before she had run away, so she did what she always did when she was nervous, hand exercises designed to loosen up a Twi'lek's hands for a sword fight. Slowly she rolled her wrists, flexed her hands, then her fingers down to their tips. She did this several times during the awkward silence between them. Then she couldn't help laughing on the inside as she realized that Rougeboy's hair was sticking up at an odd angle.

Thankfully, Rogueboy said his good-byes, and Namyr frowned as she heard him cursing in Huttese, and she froze. she hated that language, it always made her ears tingle when she heard it. And she had heard it many times before from whatever Hutt was in town looking for slaves. Any friendliness she felt towards Rougeboy soured, most likely he was planning someway to sell her off to the highest bidder. Namyr decided to keep caution around Rogueboy in case he tried something stupid, like sell her, because if he tried she would make sure to kill him.

As soon as she saw Rogueboy leave the room Namyr headed for her own barracks room. When she got there she quickly applied a salve to her hands to keep them soft and healthy, she knew she was no shot with a pistol so had to be prepared to use her blades at anytime. And that meant keeping her hands in top condition because if she allowed her hands to become chapped or damaged she would have no chance in defending herself. Quickly with a soft piece of orange cloth, Namyr tied back and together her Lekku to keep them out of the way during the mission. Last thing she needed was for it to get in her way, or shot or cut off by her blades. She had seen it happen before, and didn't intend to come back from a beer raid with only on Lekku.

Quickly, Namyr packed the basics she would need and sighed on how much room she had left over in her bag. She had spent most of her money on her blades and had barely enough leftover for the basics. She shook her head, who was she kidding it was better this way, she had less junk to carry around. She shouldered her bag and left her room and began walking down the hall. She smiled a little as her blades clicked together as she walked, a constant reminder to Namyr of her weapons of choice. Her ears perked up as someone called her name, Namyr turned to see Aeos, Namyr had easily remembered the woman's name because to Namyr's relief Aeos was a woman and Namyr didn't have to worry about being the only female.

"Hey, what's going on?" Namyr asked as her face broke out into a smile revealing her very white teeth, her Twi'lek accent shone through her Basic, but was understandable, "This is a crazy first mission for me to go on, isn't it?"

"Indeed, though tis the first time for me as well to go on a mission of this sorts," replied Aeos, Racus still remained in the back of her mind, and the unsettling manner in which Namyr studied her face slightly unnerved her. She grabbed for the first subject that reached her mind to keep the air between them comfortable, or so she thought.
"Your blades, won't it make a lot of noise clinging and clanking like that?" asked Aeos absent-minded. She regret the questioning immediately noticing Namyr's expression fall into a small frown.
"I'm well trained in them, if that is what you mean," she answered stiffly. Her yellow eyes flashed brightly when she blinked, creating a beautifully yet sharp contrast between the two colors. Aeos cringed inwardly cursing herself for her foolish question.
"Question came out wrong, " she mumbled and sighed.
"Got all your gear?" asked Aeos, hoping this question would lighten the slight tension which now existed between them.
"Yep, " she answered and patted her bag,
"You?"
"I jus need to get sum armor,  less bulk than those stormtroopers crap given to us,"
This earned a slightly forced chuckle from Namyr yet it made Aeos feel a tad-bit better.
"You don't seem to think much of whom you serve?" It was statement more then it was a question.
Aeos choked softly at the question. Second time she had been asked that today.
"'T'was a mistake I now pay," she answered staring up front.
"Nuff said bout me though, I think you'll enjoy this squad, the boys are rough diamonds and in any case they would never drop you. The kid you saw in the briefing, Leon, he lost his memory on the previous mission, Rogueboy-"

Laughter cut her off, Rogueboy's laughter.
"Hope its something good about to come from your mouth Aeos,"
"Oh? Might be surprised Rogue,"  replied Aeos, for a moment there uncomfortable silence, the threesome not knowing what to say. Aeos noticed Rogueboy avoiding both their eyes, especially Namyr's gaze.
Rogueboy cleared his throat loudly before speaking again,
"So, you girls ready? I'm about to find Darr, doesn't seem like he got my message, want to bring Patch with,"
"Patch?" asked Namyr.
"Little droid Rogue stole from our last mission, piece of junk in my opinion," Aeos received a soft shove from Rogue as reward for her comment.
"That droid is going to save your life one day,"
"Right now, its only the raid that will save me from dying of thirst," muttered Aeos biting her lip in laughter as they other two chuckled. Rogueboy said something, but what he said she never heard. Up ahead behind them, she suddenly recognized Racus' shadow. She shivered suddenly and clenched her fists.
"Everything alright?" asked Rogueboy slightly confused at the shift of her attitude.
"I need to get some stuff still, I'll see you in a bit, gotta run," she answered forcing to keep the quiver out of her voice.
She left the conversation as quick as she could, and headed towards Racus. Or so it seemed. As soon as fate allowed it, she turned sharp left into the next corridor.

 
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Rogueboy watched as Aeos pulled her disappearing act. Rogue sighed. "I hate it when she does that." He said to no one in particular.

Namyr tilted her head. "Talking about Aeos?" Rogue picked her tone as a slight notch less than hostile.

Rogue looked abashed. "Yeah, she puts herself under a lot of stress, but she keeps a cool head. We had this one mission on Illum she was minding an E-web while I was taking my sweet time setting it up. When the poodoo hits the fan she's there."

Namyr chuckled. "Do you always compare your troopers to poodoo?"

Rogue's patience was at an end. "Listen we're squadmates, I don't need to like you and you don't need to like me, but we need to cover each others asses. All I need is for you to trust me when I tell you; Namyr there's a grenade by your foot, and for you not to think I'm pranking you or something. Got it?"

Namyr nodded her head in understanding, as Rogue stalked furiously away from her. Why in the name of the Force can I not get a recruit that seemingly likes me right away. Rogue remembered fondly when he met Rayden Shiong and decked him in the face, which he returned the favour. Whatever happened to squad friendliness?

Rogue imagined him punching Namyr and the thought felt pleasant but he realized she would most likely use her swords to turn him into mince nerf meat. While Rogue was fairly skilled with a sword he could keep her at bay for a few minutes but he figured she had more speed whereas he probably had more power than her, it would be tricky and if Rogueboy hadn't sold that phrik shield he probably could of bested her, but as it stands he concedes the mental battle to her.

Rogue made his way to the designated hangar he was the first one there, so he set himself down and leaned against a crate and quickly grabbed a combat nap.
 
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Namyr chuckled inwardly at Aeos, as the woman asked about the clanging of Namyr's blades.  Obviously Aeos didn't know that she had two type of walks, one the normal everyday walking, that was graceful and pretty, then the other walk that was pure stealth, she moved like a giant cat, quiet, stalking.  The gaint of her walk changed completely, and her blades didn't clank together.  Namyr supposed Aeos was just concerned about the new solider giving away their postion.  Namyr's eyes narrowed slightly as Rogueboy was brought into the discussion, and only half listened to what was saying.


As Aeos left, Namyr felt her body stiffen, realizing that she was left alone with Rogueboy.  She frowned deeply, a creaseline appearing on her forehead as she glanced nervously at Rogueboy.  Without realizing it her hand was clutched around the hilt of her sword.  One would do, Rogueboy looked like he had the basics in swordplay, But Namyr had grown up training with a blade of some sort, Rogueboy wouldn't have a chance.  He might had more strength then her due to being a male, but under Namyr's soft curves was hard muscle.  This often came in handy when she was in Basic Training, she could usually throw an opponant off by using her strength and surprise her foe, and in that split second she usually attack and finsish them off.

Then her mind wandered back to the fact she was standing alone with Rogueboy and the crease on her forehead became deeper.  She wondered if he was directly associated with the Hutts, or maybe a lackie sent out to find the good produce, aka slaves, then put together a group for the kidnapping.  It wouldn't surprise her, she hadn heard accounts of it before.  But Namyr had to wonder, would Rogueboy dare try anything fishy with asquad of Stormtroopers running around?

Rogueboy was commenting something and not thinking, Namyr replied to his comment all the hostility in her voice.  She winced slightly at her tone, she hadn't wanted to come off so harsh.  Granted, Rogueboy was proabably the whipping boy of a Slaver, but his occasional silly comments would push her usual sober features into an almost smile, or at least her lips would twitch a little.  Then she brought her eyes up to Rogueboy as he began lecturing her about trust.  She bit her lip hard, to keep from talking back, after all he did outrank her, but her eyes shone with hate and rebellion.

"Namyr get ahold of your temper, come on count out your anger, he's not worth being sent to the brige for,", she thought to herself squeezing her eyes shut, so tight that red blotches appeared in the darkness of the inside of her eyelid.  Her breath became ragged as her mind shut out the anger in Rogue's speech.  Her hands went through their well known excerises, stretching them out, following a pattern. "Breathe in one, breath out one, breathe in two, breathe out two," she thought to herself her breathing following her mind.  Slowly she began to calm down and when she opened up her eyes again Rogueboy was gone.

Namyr let out a sigh that washed the rest of her anger away.  As she turned to walk towards the hanger to drop off her gear, Namyr went flying as she tripped over something.  Unlike her usual graceful self, Namyr went sprawling onto the floor.  She threw her hands out to catch herself, only to have them bent back painfully and scuffed by the floor.

"What the?" Namyr asked getting to her feet and sucking on the palm of her hand and turned to see what she had tripped over, "A droid, oh you must be thatch, no that's not right Patch, that's it.  Figure's, even the Squad's droid is against me," she said with a sigh fighting back tears.  She hadn't expected to come through and be buddy buddy with everyone else, but Namyr felt like a fish out of water among all the older soliders.

"So Patch," Namyr said taking out a Bacta patch from her equipment and began tending to her scrap, "You live with Rogueboy, that had to be...erm, interesting," she commented cleaning out her wound, "I mean don't get me wrong, he seems like a nice guy, kind of cute in a goofy way, no I don't like him like that, he's too pushy for my taste, and I'm trying to stay out of trouble, not having a home to go back to will do that to you, but how can you stand it?  I just couldn't stand living with a trader, you know?  I wonder, does he bring the slaves he capture home, or set them in cargo bays to be smuggled?" she asked sounding really bitter as she applied the Bacta patch, "Guess it doesn't matter asking you questions, it's not like you can speak," she added her yellow eyes glimmering slightly, 'Well I might as well go and apologize to Rogue to keep in his good graces, he is a teammate, and knowing my luck he'll end up saving me or something," she sai standing up straight and turning around, "See you Patch, you're a great listener, we should do this again, I'll buy you a drink," she added with a chuckle as she left the room.

Namyr walked down the hallway and entered the Hanger Bay, she looked around impressed with the vechicles she saw.  She wondered if she could get some training on operating them, Namyr couldn't help but grin at taking out one of the ground vechicles to clear her head. An odd smell came to Namyr's nose and she coughed before going into a set of at least twenty sneezes in a row.  Eyes watering, she found the source of the smell, some sort of cigar that Rougeboy was smoking.  She wrinkled her nose but continued walking towards him.  Unknowing to her, Namyr's gait slid into her stealth one and came up on Rogueboy and another man without a sound.

"Uh, Rougeboy?" Namyr said quietly her fingers starting to do their stretches from her nervousness.

"Jessie Christ!" Rogueboy cried out and Namyr found herself looking down the barrels of two pistols, "Oh it's you," he then said his face contorting in anger at the site of Namyr.

Namyr's bit her lip, her mind racing unable to think of a way to start.  She pulled on her tied togther Lekku out of habit and tried to look anywhere but where Rogueboy was.  "Geez, all that training and you can't even come up with a decent apology, god you're pitiful," Namyr's mind told her and she sighed and shook her head, before smiling a dazzling smile at Rogueboy, "Nevermind," she said with a shrug and turned and walked away, climbing into the aircraft and putting away her gear.

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Leon stared down at his feet, trying to think of something that would break the awkward silence between the human and the Twi'Lek.

"Sooo..."

Leon said sheepishly while tilting his head up to look at the Twi'Lek. She took a quick look at Leon, and then returned to twiddling her fingers. A frown came across Leon's face and then he brought his eyes back to the metallic floor of the ship. A couple of moments later, Leon could hear Rogue walking up the ramp of the Landing Craft, accompanied with his R2 Droid. Rogue stopped when he got to the entrance of the Landing Craft, took a brief glance at Namyr, and then took a seat next to Leon.

Leon decided he should give it another try, the silence was unbearable. "So Namyr, how do you like the squad so far?"

Namyr brought her gaze upon Leon. "It's interesting. I'm just glad I made it out of basic training; it's a pain to have someone constantly shouting in you're ear."

Leon frowned; he didn't know a thing about this Basic Training. But instead of trying to make a fool out of himself, Leon just went along with it and nodded his head. "And what brought you here?"

Namyr frowned, Leon new he had just said the wrong thing. "I prefer not to talk about it if you don't mind."

"Oh sorry, didn't mean to offend you or anything," said Leon, feeling ashamed of what he had just asked. Leon continued to stare at the Twi'Lek, admiring her beauty, and then returned to staring at the floor.

fifteen awkward minutes later

The Landing Craft was now filled with the Raider squad, and now all they needed was Darr-Rann. A few greetings had been thrown at each other, but no other talk. Preditor just didn't talk much, Rayden was pretty much the same, and Aeos seemed to be worried about something. Leon just wanted to leave already.

And like an answer to his prayer, Darr-Rann arrived, accompanied with another man that looked to be a pilot.  "What's with all the frowns? Shouldn't you all be happy that were going to stock up on supplies?" Darr-Rann asked with a grin.

Rogue mumbled something, followed by an angry look from Namyr.

Leon gave a quick nod to the squad leader as he walked by, and then returned to staring at the floor.


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Namyr had been taking out her music pod as she heard someone come up the stairs. She frowned half expecting it to be Rougeboy, but her frown was smoothed out into a line as the other guy that had been with Rogueboy came in. Namyr had to search her brain for a moment to remember his name. Leon, that was it, he must have gotten tired of the nasty smell that those cigars that Rogueboy had been smoking.

Without really looking at Leon, though she did note that he was young, very young to be in the Corps, and that he had pretty blue eyes, Namyr sat down and fiddled with the strings on her music pod. There was an awkward silence between them, Namyr's cheeks flushed as she felt Leon's eyes on her studying her. And the Twi'lek wished that she had born as something else or maybe that she could take after her great, great, great Grandmother and stab out the eyes of a group of traders that had been staring at her. But somehow Namyr knew this wasn't the practice of making friends.

Namyr's body stiffened as she looked up to another par of footsteps and she looked at Rogueboy, then looked away. She'd buy him a drink sometime to apologize to him, that way she wouldn't have to talk too much to him. Namyr arched her eyebrows and looked at Leon as he asked her about Basic, and she gave him a simple but curt answer. Then he asked about her past and her features darkened.

"I don't really want to talk about it," she murmured looking down at her hands. How could she explain to these people about her family, or even about herself. She probably would only get pity, and Namyr didn't like being pitied, and who would understand what she went through to almost be sold by her own family? I was a hard subject for even her to swallow. Namyr's face scowled as she felt Leon's eyes studying her again and her hand itched to pick up her blade.

In near silence that made Namyr want to scream she waited for everyone else. She calmly did her finger and wrist exercises to keep herself busy, wincing slightly at the bandage on her hands and the soreness in her wrists from her fall. She watched as the ship began to fill up, and breathed a sigh of relief, most of her squad-mates were human which meant if anyone was hurt she would know what to do. She frowned slightly at Preditor, she hadn't studied anything about his species, and hoped to the gods that he wouldn't get hurt.

"What's with all the frowns? Shouldn't you all be happy that were going to stock up on supplies?" Darr-Rann asked with a grin as he came onto the ship followed by a man that he later introduced as Demonic.

"You try being a frickin ray of sunshine, when there's a Twi'lek wanting to kill you a few feet from you," Rogueboy murmured, Namyr felt her temper begin to rise but quickly got ahold of herself, she could always wait until Rogueboy was passed out drunk to have her revenge on him, or at least paint on his face with permanent plant extract. But still the comment chaffed her, did Rogueboy realize if she had wanted to kill him, she could have. Yes she was wary of him, but she of all people didn't want him dead, occasionally his jokes could be funny and Namyr out of all people could use a laugh.

Namyr listened to the briefing and felt confused, they were going in blind, was this changing from a beer run to a suicide mission. Shakily, Namyr asked about how many forces would they go again only to get an unsettling reply from Darr-Rann. She chewed on her bottom lip, suddenly feeling really nervous about their first mission. But then she couldn't help but grin at the announcement that they were getting new armour, truth be told Namyr felt out of place with her shiny basic armour among the older members. She looked around at the rest of the squad to look at their reactions, most of them were calm or indifferent. Then Namyr looked at Rogueboy and her smile faded. She stared at him for a moment, the look on her face could have been taken for anger, but in reality she was studying him, him out of all people should have been hopping up and down like a Mooka needing to go out and pee.

Instead he was quiet, and Namyr took a closer look at him. He looked tired, no not tired exhausted like he had just gotten up from a nap that wasn't enough to refresh his body. His eyes were strange, she could have sworn that they had just been blue, but now they were a light green color. He had a strong jawbone and chin, but it still held a little boyish curve in it. Namyr had to remember that Roughboy was just that still a boy of about eighteen or nineteen.

Suddenly, looking frustrated Rogueboy got up and murmured something about getting his armour on and left rather quickly. Namyr blinked a few times and shook her head, he might be a kid, but a slaver could be anyone, she had seen nine year olds drag off victims. Namyr looked away from Rogueboy's retreating form and went back to untangling her music pod. She hated take offs and classical Twi'lek music helped her nerves. As soon as she saw that Rogueboy was out of the cargo area, she headed down herself and put on her armour, frowning slightly that it was a little tight across her chest, but then again the Corps didn't have a high number of Twi'lek women, so the shape of their bodies were usually ignored. Namyr would make do, as she gave her blades a few graceful twirls for her to get use to the armour's heavier weight. Carefully she strapped her blades back in place by her side and headed back to the rest of the squad.

She looked shyly at the floor as she walked and sat down, and quickly put on the earphones of her music pod as she felt the rumbling of the ship getting ready to take off.

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Leon stared at the reflection in the mirror. He liked the way he looked in the armor, he found himself to be quite intimidating. And with his new hair cut, he could now see more of his facial features. I don't know why I didn't have my hair like this before, the old Leon must have been an idiot, thought Leon with a smirk. Leon disliked having a mop on his head, it made his face small, and people couldn't get a better look at his eyes. Leon liked his eyes; he found them to be intimidating. And his hair was pretty stylish to, instead of being all grown out, it was now cut short, and he could spike it up. But Leon preferred to just having the front spiked up.

Leon leaned closer to the mirror, trying to get a better look at his eyes. They were now green, due to the lack of light. But in the sun, they were a steel blue. Leon liked the way they changed. After exploring some more of his facial features, Leon left the bathroom. When he reached the top deck, Rogue appeared out of the Cockpit, and told everyone to get comfy; they were going into Hyper Space.

Leon sat across from Namyr again, and placed his helmet by his side. Once again the shuttle was quiet; the only sound to be heard was the rumble of the ships engines. Leon was going to try and start a conversation again, and this time he was going to keep it going. With new found determination, Leon spoke.

"Hey Namyr, do you like drinking?"

Namyr brought her gaze upon Leon, a dumb founded expression on her face. "Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering, I know for a fact though that Rogue loves it."

A smile spread across Namyr's face. "Yea I like it, its fun to drink every once and a while, it gets you loose."

"Ah I see. I don't really remember what drinking was like, but hopefully I'll survive the mission to find out," said Leon with a grin. "Oh, and are you nervous?"

"Well, just a little bit. But I'm pretty sure it will go away when I get that adrenaline pumping. And what do you mean you don't remember what drinking is like?"

A frown spread across Leon's face. "I lost my memory in the last mission. And as of now, I don't know anything about my family, or if I had a family. The doctor also told me that I have a little emotional problem. You know how you're nervous? Well, that doesn't happen to me, or at least I don't feel it the same way as you. But he also said in due time, that I'll start to regain bits of my memory and my emotional problem will come to an end."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. And by emotional problem, what exactly do you mean?"

"Well, you know how you're nervous? I don't feel that way at all, its just a little feeling in my stomach and that's all. I don't fear death either. It's a strange thing, I don't know how to explain it. I just don't think of things the same way others do. But I think the one thing that I do have in common with the rest of the squad is this thing called adrenaline. I like adrenaline, its one of the few feelings that I enjoy."

"Haha, yea adrenaline rushes do feel good. And it's a strange feeling, everything just comes to you naturally when you get adrenaline rushes, I love it!" Exclaimed Namyr with joy.

A smile snaked its away across Leon's face, he was finally starting to get to know his new squad mate. And hopefully, it was making her feel more at home.

 
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May god have mercy upon my enemies, for I will show none.
TRP/LCP Leon/3SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA
And so we go.
I am the one...The one who made the 100,000 post.

A bead of sweat rolled down Rayden's forehead before falling through the air and splashing onto the hard floor.

Rayden drifted into the Teppou Kata mindset, his thought process turning calm, yet calculating. The lights were off in the room, making it pitch-black to the point were the average person would be unable to see their hand in front of their face. However, Rayden was not the average person. He had mechanical eyes that glowed white and were pupiless in the absence of light. With these eyes, Rayden could see twice as better in the dark then he could in the light. Even now, he could see perfectly.

Rayden entered the Teppou Kata fighting stance; arms forward, slightly bent, and palms up and facing outward.

"Start. Training Routine 67, please."

The three black spheres that were training droids whirred to life and hovered into the air. They began to hover in circles around him. The three droids were careful to stay out of arms length. They had obviously remembered what had happened last time.

Rayden noted the positions of each Droid in his peripheral vision. One was directly behind him, the second one hovering a few feet to the left of his temple, and the third in front of him, hovering up and down.

The first Droid fired it's stun laser. Rayden cocked his head backwards to avoid the shot then sidestepped out of the way of the blast fired at his legs from the second Droid. All three Droids then simultaneously opened fire, shooting discriminatingly at whatever body part looked the most vulnerable. Rayden jinked, jived, and twirled, successfully evading the little stun bolts of the Droids. If one were to watch, he would appear to be dancing, rather then using a rather deadly martial art.

Rayden ducked low to avoid a shot aimed at his head and slid forward, reaching out for the Droid in front of him. The little black sphere tried to hover out of reach, but was not fast enough. Rayden's robotic arm grabbed the ball before dropping it, were it landed with a dull thud. He had programmed the Droids to deactivate on contact.

The remaining two droids increased their firing tempo, as well as start to actually move around. Rayden gritted his teeth and shook his head, flicking off the collection of sweat that had pooled on the bridge of his nose. The last two droids would be more alert, thus amping up the difficulty.

Rayden twirled and ducked rapidly, going into overdrive to avoid getting hit. He leaped forward and rolled before coming up and grasping for the Droid that was again in front of him. This time, however, the Droid managed to hover out of reach. The droid snapped off two shots, one at Rayden's now exposed hand, and his neck. Rayden snapped his hand back and and cocked his head to the side, narrowly evading the second blaster bolt.

In his mind Rayden calculated the trajectories of the two Droids next few bolts and moved into the necessary position for his plan to work. Rayden maneuvered himself so that he was his his head was directly ahead of the Droid behind him, while the other Droid that he had attempted to hit was directly in front of him. basically, he was in their crossfire. The droid in front of fired, exactly were he had predicted, at his face. The Droid behind him fired at the back of his head. Rayden waited until the last second before dropping to the floor, watching both blaster bolts whiz by and impact against the two Droids on opposite sides of each other. The two training Droids overloaded from the stun bolts and sank to the floor. The lights came on in the room, indicating that the training session was over.

Rayden remained were he was, sprawled out on the cold hard floor; gasping for breath. He got up a few minutes later, aware of the fact that Raiders Squad was going to embark on their mission" soon. he frowned at the thought. He was slightly irritated that they even had time to go on a beer raid, despite the fact that there was a major war going on. But, beggars can't be choosers, and Rayden preferred going on a beer raid as opposed to doing nothing.

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Namyr smirked slightly as the cockpit was opened and she stepped inside. She glanced around studying the small room for a minute taking in all the equipment, before she noticed that Rogueboy was staring at her with a curious, bitter look, and that Demonic was staring at her as well. Oh yeah, she guessed she should explain why she was in the cockpit.

"Um, I was just interested on how to fly the ship," she said quietly playing with her tied up Lekku. She felt her cheeks burn from it's blush, she hated when she was called out like this, to explain herself.

"Sorry Namyr, the Cockpit is called the cockpit for a reason, no women-folk allowed," Rogueboy piped in with a cocky smirk on his face. Namyr's face turned into rage, as she easily picked Rogueboy up by the collar of his armour and set him outside of the Cockpit and gave him such a venomous look that he merely sat down, looking stunned. Namyr guessed he didn't realize how strong she was, most people didn't realize how heavy Twi'lek dancing blades were, or how much muscle it took to dance with them for an entire day.

"Anyway," Namyr said forcing a bright smile on her face as she took Rogue's seat.

"Well, let's see, these are the basic controls," Demonic said his voice filled with a little humour, "Throttle, thrust, the wheel of course turns the ship in whatever direction," he began before the cockpit door opened and Rogueboy stepped inside again. Namyr turned and glared at him for a moment.

"Hey don't look at me like that," Rogueboy said holding his hands up, 'Listen, Aeos managed to injure herself. It's pretty bad, she need stitches and is bleeding all over the place. This isn't something where you can slap a Bacta patch on and keep going."

"Then get Darr, I'm busy," Namyr said turning away.

"Nams, she's asking for you, she doesn't want Darr, only you," Rogueboy said in a soft tone that made her turn a look at him with a raised eyebrow looking straight into Rougeboy's eyes, her own hard yellow eyes softening a little, before she sighed and got up and pushed past Rogueboy a little more roughly then she intended to.

She walked out and looked down at the blood that was dripping on the floor below Aeos. As soon as she saw the wound, Namyr's fingers began their exercises as she cleared her head on what to do. "I don't have any previous medical experience Aeos," she told the other woman her voice low as she took Aeos' hand in her own smooth cool one and inspected the would closely. She couldn't help but chuckle at Aeos' comment about Rogueboy's touch.

A smirk escaped Namyr's lips, as she enjoyed talking to Aeos, it was nice to have someone speak to her in a friendly manner once and a while. Grabbing a bottle of water, Namyr quickly cleaned out the wound enough so she could see what she was doing as she stitched. Namyr glanced up at Rogueboy as he handed her a nylon string and a needle, "Thanks Rogue, could you get me some bandages, a Bacta patch, some pain killers and a cloth to clean up the blood on the floor?" she asked with a half smile, to let him know that everything would be alright, before going back to the wound.

"Here, bite on this," Namyr said handing Aeos a small cylinder of wood. Aeos nodded at bit down on the wood as the needle went into her skin as Namyr began stitching. Quietly, but quickly and neatly stitched up the wound. With a twirl of the thread a needle Namyr tied off the wound and the stitches and cut it.

"Here the stuff you wanted," Rogue said handing Namyr the supplies stacked on one another.

"Thanks," Namyr said taking the Bacta patch and putting it on the worst of the wound, then wrapping up Aeos' hand with the bandages, tight but not too tight. She didn't pay attention to the conversation between Leon and Aeos, it was none of her business.

"OKay, you should be alright, but if you break out into a fever, have extreme swelling, or insane pain, you'll have to see Darr, you might have an infection," Namyr said quickly mopping up the blood and then throwing away the cloth, "Also go lightly on that hand you might tear the stitches if you're too rough or try to do any extreme flexibility," she added for good measure before looking around a little unsure of herself and sitting down across from Aeos and putting her Music pod back on. But as she did her fingers brushed against the scars that had been covered up by tattoos on her cheeks. Aeos had been staring at them, had she figured out that the tattoos weren't a fashion statement? Namyr shivered slightly and looked down at her hands.  Those few months where she had been kidnapped still haunted her.  Quickly to keep herself from remembering what happened Namyr pushed those thoughts from her head and glared at Rogueboy.

"I'm surprised you didn't faint from the sight of blood," her voice chilled from the warm caring voice she had used before while caring for Aeos and asking supplies from Rogueboy.

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Aeos glanced at Namyr again, then back at Rogueboy's retreating back. Scrunching her face up in a shrewd fashion she sighed.
"Of all the people Rogue and I have ever met, you are the one that seems to know what to push and what not to get him angry," she muttered shaking her head.
The twi'lek's expression remained a mask,
"Pray for the day-"
"Aeos!" Aeos spun around, careful to keep her hand tucked in at her side. Darr-Rann's head was cocked to the side. He had strange gleam in his eyes as he motioned her closer with his one hand.
"I just a received a message from a certain Gunnery Sergeant Kairo, you are considered to take over Nightstalkers, you will escorted to the Storm Platoon as soon you are done with this mission,"
All colour drained from Aeos' face.
"What!" she exclaimed slightly too loud causing a few troopers to look up confused.
"You don't seem happy about this,"
Aeos composed her quickly and took a deep breath.
"I need a drink....urgently, "
Darr-Rann chuckled at the nervous Sergeant in front of him.
"But seriously, is this bad news? " he asked concerned.
"No, no, no, but right now Nightstalkers is not my objective. Raiding a liquor store is,"
Darr-Rann nodded, seemingly under the impression that he understood what went through Aeos' head. His gaze fell on her hand.
"What happened?" he asked stern suddenly.
Stuttering Aeos backed away in defense, cursing her disability to bend the truth or lie without giving herself away.
"No-nothing, just a scratch, if you don't mind, Sir, excuse me, " Aeos evaporated as fast as space and speed allowed her to. Though she could still feel Darr-Rann's glance burn on her back.


Aeos tucked herself away in the darkest corner she could find in her mind. Now, she had three pressing matters to attend to. Her brother, Nightstalkers and the phantom double of herself.
What was this Gunnery Sergeant thinking! If he did his homework probably, he would know she was not the candidate to take over that ghost-squad. Racus must have put someone up to this. He along with a select few others were under the impression that she had a lot of potential for her career as Imperial while other's had very contradicting thoughts in return.

Though, the issues that has risen recently through their previous mission, and not only that. She was constantly mistaken for someone she was not. Dropping her head against the wall beside her, Aeos took a deep breath and and a curse escaped her mouth, earning a chuckle from Rogueboy who seated himself across her.

"You are getting your ego destroyed with Red in the area Rogue, " she muttered good-heartedly.
Rogueboy snorted and crossed his arms crossly. The twi'lek seemed to sense that their conversation was about her because she was suddenly staring at them with narrowed eyes. Aeos had the most awkward and strangest feeling of all that the twi'lek in fact did hear what she just said. Shrugging it off she offered Rogueboy half-a-rationbar. Rogueboy chuckled at this, and for the sake of it accepted the offer.
"Still tastes like shit, "
A sudden thought struck Aeos suddenly.
"Rogue, need to ask you something, "
"Keep the twi'lek out of it, " he mumbled.
"No, not about her, about me,"
Rogueboy lifted his head stared at her,
"Something tells me, this is one of the reasons you are avoiding Darr-Rann about your hand,"
"It tis, " answered Aeos,  in her hand she clasped the image-caster. She hadn't activated it yet, but she could already guess what was on it.
She activated it, and a blue hue shot up and hovered in the air. It was Darr-Rann, though his face seemed more care-free then it was now, almost younger. He was carrying another woman on his back who's head was thrown back in laughter. In front of them, with legs crossed, sat another woman who could have been Aeos' twin was it possible. There were slight differences between though such as the blue highlights streaking through Aeos' hair. In double's hand was the same whip now clipped to Aeos' belt.
"Shite, your spitting image," Rogue exclaimed softly yet surprised.
"You keep your mouth shut about this, "
"Cross my heart,"
"You know her?" asked Aeos gripping her hands together in a small prayer of hope.
Rogue leaned back, letting out a low whistle.
"Not know her, but she was Darr-Rann's best friend. Evani, I think she left to the Dark-Dragoons squad or something, the other girl is Dawn, Darr-Rann's future hell," he muttered attempting a small joke. It worked, bring out a chuckle from Aeos.
"My advice to you, ask Dawn,"
Aeos nodded, she flipped the image-caster back into her bag hearing footsteps nearing from behind.
She had a name now at last, Evani....

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With eyes wide open Rogueboy stared at Namyr, the little flask he was carrying was easily worth five hundred Imperial Credits; it was really grade A stuff. "Are you...sure?" Rogue stammered as if all his dreams have been realized.

Namyr smiles, winks, and raises a finger to her lips. "Shh! Don't let Darr catch us, otherwise we might be thrown into the brig."

The bottle felt heavier than it should of, was it just Rogue's imagination or did Namyr slip something into it; possibly to kill all of Raiders or just to put them to sleep so she could knife him and no one would be the wiser. Am I really becoming this paranoid? I want to trust her, but I can't, or at least not yet.

Rogueboy hands the flask back to Namyr. "Sharing is caring." The fake grin on Rogue's face wasn't very hard to see through.

The expression on Namyr's face told him that she understood his concern grinning just as fake as he was she put the flask to her licks and took a gulp bringing it down she audibly swallowed. "Your turn Rogueboy."

Ahh, to hell with it. Rogue grabbed the flask and downed a mouthful; the liquid was strong, almost repulsive yet it's taste vaguely reminded Rogue of many nights of fun. With his eyes closed Rogue was almost able to picture a club full of differing species all partying as one, drinks raised up high thin, thick, skin, scales, all kinds of bodies dancing to a beat that was almost tantalizing. With the flask lowered he handed it to Aeos who took a sip as well.

"Thank you Namyr, that was much needed." Rogue watched as the flask was passed around, a few of the troopers politely refused, and each one that did made Rogue's greed increase slightly. While he knew that he should restrain himself but a part of him didn't want to, he took another impressive gulp.

Within a few minutes the drinkers were tipsy, Rogue was more on the side of drunk but he was able to mask it well. Rogue heard footsteps approaching the door and he quickly put his helmet on. It was Darr, the flask mysteriously disappeared.

"Hey guys and girls, we're almost to the landing zone, last call for armour." Darr said, before popping back into the cockpit.

Leon and Preditor went in the back to get their armour, as the door closed behind them Rogue removed his helmet. "That was a close one, Namyr care to pass the flask?"
 
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The proffered flask was accepted by Rogueboy as he also laughed at Namyr's secret hiding spot, when her face was inches from his face he could see every detail single detail that created the red Twi'lek from the twin tattoo's on each cheek depicting the swords she carried on her back, to the way her yellow eyes seemed to twinkle in an alien beauty. Namyr's breath smelled like the Cassandran Choholl which made Rogue want to take a sip, the moment seemed almost perfect for such antics but yet something was holding him back. The moment seemed to pass as Namyr leaned back, and Rogue took a sip of the strong liquid.

Rogue's cheeks felt warm but that was to be expected, his vision was blurry but he didn't care, he yawned but was wide awake, he was ready to party. Rogue was drunk but not drunk enough to slur his words, he did a mental assessment of himself; vision was crap which means his accuracy would be off, reaction speed? Rogue pulled out a SH9 and ejected the round in the chamber, it flew into his hand and he fumbled trying to grab it.

The lovely female that sat in front of Rogueboy couldn't help but giggle at his failed attempt of soberness. "I think this mission is going to be much harder without us being able to react accordingly."

"I would imagine so, you think we will run into anything serious?" Rogue asked hoping she will set him at ease, as panic was slowly eating at him.

"I wouldn't be able to tell you, this is the first mission I'm on, aren't you the older member, shouldn't you be making me feel better?" Namyr asked with a playful tone in her voice.

"You beat me in experience, if I was so experienced I would of brought the flask and I wouldn't of shared." Rogue responded winking accordingly. Just than the ship rumbled, Rogue couldn't tell whether they were being shot at or the exit from hyperspace was bumpier than he remembered.

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Namyr's hand shot out and managed to grab the ammo before it fell onto the floor, quickly she reloaded Rogueboy's weapon and handed it back to him, "Hey don't worry Rogue, just stay behind me, and I'll make sure you don't get maimed too badly," Namyr said, briefly taking Rogueboy's hand and squeezing it with a good nature grin and a wink before closing her eyes from all the turbulence the ship was experiencing. She really hated flying, Twi'leks were cave dwellers anyway, she should have left home to be shot around in a large metal, bird of death.

She wondered if they would run into anything serious, if they did Rogueboy wouldn't be of any help and would probably get killed. Then the question on how he got drunk on duty would come up, Namyr would be sent to the brig and then from there who knew what else would happen to her. Namyr let out a sigh and glanced up at Rogueboy with a thoughtful look. If she had to she'd save the slaver's life, for the sake of saving her own neck. She also still needed answers from him, to see if she could really trust him, and she needed Rogueboy to live to do that.

Namyr opened her eyes as Darr's voice echoed around the ship, and she quickly got up, putting her helmet on, wincing slightly as it touched her Lekku as she put it on and headed off the ship. She landed heavily on the ground and shivered, looking around the snowy landscape. Namyr hated the cold, and it figures that her first mission would be to this waste land. But it made sense to build a brewery here, transport the ingrediants and make the beer on a planet that couldn't be damaged by the pollution the factory let out. Namyr had to give the owners of the bewery credit, they had thought somewhat ahead.

"Alright, everyone grab a partner, there are eight eneterance point each team will go in and take down the guards, remember squad this is not a bloodbath take out the guards by stunning them and tying them up.  Rogue you take your partner and get Patch to a place where we can download the map of this place, then upload it into our helmets. Once that's done, we'll rendevou in the Stock room, grab the goods and get the hell out of here," Darr said and Namyr nodded rechecking her ammo, making sure her gun was on stun, and to make sure her swords were still with her. Silently she glazed at the compound ahead of her and felt a feeling of dread.





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Namyr looked around the group, unsure where she would stand, she was new to the squad so no one knew her strengths and weaknesses. For once she was glad she hadn't drunk as much as Rogue, he was looking a little worst for wear as he staggered over to her. Namyr was silent as she could almost feel his grin as he leaned heavily on the side of the ship. She noticed through the armour the muscles on his arms, then noticed that his chest was puffed up, it reminded her of a toad that was trying to make itself look bigger to scare away enemies. But it also reminded her of the suitors that often stood outside the dance hall waiting for the dancers to get out of practice. Why would Rogueboy look this way while talking to her?

"So, Namyr want to come with me and Patch? We're gonna go a splicing and do a little mayhem?" Rougeboy asked her and from behind her visor, Namyr felt her cheeks burn with shyness and embarrassment to be talked to like Rogueboy was doing. But her stomach did a little flip, she blamed it on the alcohol, it was also making her a little light headed. Shaking her head she replied, "Sure, but stay behind me, after the mission I want to qu...err have a talk with you," Namyr quickly bit her lip to punish herself for what she almost gave away. She couldn't allow herself to give away why she was getting Rogueboy drunk, he would get mad and she would never get any answers.

Namyr half listened to what Rogueboy was saying and instead was concentrating on her empathy gift. Breathing in through her mouth she tried to sense if there were any guards nearby, tasting none she moved forward, Rougeboy behind her, then Patch. there was another reason she wanted Rougeboy behind her, if he was in front he would mess with her senses and she wouldn't be able to taste anything.

Namyr's tasting was interrupted by Dar's voice, "Be careful they have holocamms on a fixed bracket, try to get around them. Use your macrobinoculars to spy them out," Namyr nodded to herself and looked around, "Namyr, I had Patch re-modded with a sensor that lets him pick these things out along with their field of vision. So we won't have to worry about them too much," Rogueboy mentioned and Namyr let out a sigh of relief, she had never had the best night vision and as Patch went to work the room became clearer and she could see. she grinned, she'd have to kiss that droid later, he was a blessing disguised in a metal trashcan.

As she started to move forward an air conditioning unit turned on behind them, and Namyr was assaulted with a Spicy, hot taste that was so strong it left her mouth dry and eyes running. She had to think a moment to figure out who it was coming from and when she did she didn't dare turn to look at him. Was Rogueboy staring at her? What she thought was stranger, was she had never tasted lust so strongly, did that mean that Rogueboy, through all their fighting and spiteful words, was attracted to her?

Namyr's cheeks flushed bright dark red and she could almost feel Rogueboy's eyes on her. She let out a snort of irritation, they were on a mission, she could worry about Rogueboy's emotions later, "Keep your eyes to yourself cowboy," she said her voice sounding a little more gruff then she intended. slowly she kept moving forward, avoiding the sensors.

"How did you know, are you telepathic by any means?" Rogueboy's voice popped into her head, causing Namyr to grind her teeth at her broken concentration. Though the idea that she was telepathic made her chuckle slightly on the inside, "Err..no I just saw you looking," she managed to reply without laughing as they moved forward. They walked in stealthy silence, Namyr had a strange suspicion that Rougeboy and Patch were talking about her but she shook it off.

Suddenly she felt the sticky taste of boredom and then the sound of boots. Namyr quickly glanced around for a hiding place. she didn't have much time as she threw herself at Rogueboy, forcing her weight to knock them back into the shadows as two guards came around the corner and stared at Patch.

"Just some cleaning droid, told you it was nothing," one of the guards said as they came towards Patch. Namyr's breath became ragged as she pressed more of her weight against Rogueboy to press them more into the wall to make sure they were completely hidden. As the guards came closer, Namyr murmured to Rogueboy, "You get the one on the right, all get the guard on the left," she told him before jumping out of the shadows and hitting the guard on the left with the hilt of her blade knocking him out.  The other guard began to run for help, "Rogue hit him with you're stun gun," Namyr managed to say.



 
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