Namyr grabbed Rogue's arm and he gave a slight jerk, the meeting had put him to sleep again lately he had been tired and weak through a combination of working hard, lack of sleep, and studying for his officer's exams. Lately all he did was go home, study, and sleep maybe eat; he knew this habit wasn't healthy but it was only temporary at least until he passed his exam or died whichever came first. Namyr began whispering to Rogueboy about how her sister ended up with some gangster Hutt, Rogue looked up and saw a holopic of aforementioned loser and a little blurb on him.

Garra The Hutt

Armed Robbery
Prostitution
Pirating
Extortion
Kidnapper
Blackmail
Slavery

The last one caught Rogue's eye as he himself used to be a slave and he felt red-hot rage slip through him. Control yourself, breathe in and out and remember keep a cool head while doing the mission, Rogue let the rage slide out of him, it would be foolish to keep it in him and might cause him to act foolish, more foolish Rogue amended.

Rogueboy walked outside of the building with Namyr and together they went to his apartment to discuss how they could do the primary objective of the mission and the secondary as well as save Namyr's sister.

"Cerine is probably with the other prisoners." Rogue said as he stared at his bedroom door longingly.

"Never assume anything, plus these prisoners will most likely be kept in a different place then the slaves, they have more value." Namyr replied as she sensed Rogue's fatigue. "What's wrong?"

"I'm exhausted and I have so much stuff to do, but I really want to get this plan down, and I don't think we can approach Darr about it, he is a loyal commander and he understands the mission objectives are more important." An idea entered Rogue's head. "So what we do is change the mission objectives."

"I'm not getting you." Namyr replied, puzzled.

"We will be either be given a map of Garra's compound or will steal one while there, we simply edit where we think the prisoners are to where your sister is most likely." Rogue laid out the plan.

"And how are we going to do that?" Namyr asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Simple, we use Patch he is considered my property rather then Raiders, and he will do as I say." The droid beeped questioningly from a nearby room at the mention of its name.

"I like it, but what if we get caught?"

"I blame Patch is malfunctioning and I have him memory wiped and he goes under examination, which he will pass and I will restore his old memory because I keep a copy of it." Rogue sighed as he picked up his datapad, he had a new message from Darr.


From: Darr-Rann
To: Rogueboy
Attachments: none

Hey Rogue,
Listen up, I want your input on the location of Raider Manor. Can you meet me at the restaurant on the corner of Av. Palpatine?

Darr-Rann


"Sorry Namyr, I gotta go to a meeting with Darr." Rogue got up to leave. "Oh before I forget, I wanted to give you this." Rogue handed Namyr a keycard. "This is for my apartment, you're here often enough."

"Thanks&" Namyr said to an empty room. "How did the bastard do that?"

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

ASL/SGT_Rogueboy/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][ES-FirstClass][CDS][CoR]

Namyr walked into Rogueboy's apartment and let out a sigh or relief, the last time she had been to his apartment Patch hadn't taken some of Rogueboy undergarments to the cleaners, and Namyr had found out, much to her disgust that Rogueboy preferred boxers over briefs. Luckily this time she was spared the embarrassment and looked around to see the apartment mostly clean. Namyr went over to the rather crispy looking plant and went to the kitchen and brought a cup of water for the poor plant.

"Cerine is probably with the other prisoners," Rogueboy said after a few minutes of silence as Namyr poured the water onto the plant.

Namyr was silent for a moment, remembering her older sister Cerine, sweet, kind, and had a beautiful singing voice. She wouldn't be kept with the other slaves, most like that her blue-skinned sister would be kept close to Garra. "Never assume anything, plus these prisoners will most likely be kept in a different place then the slaves, they have more value." Namyr said turning and looking at Rogueboy in time to see him gazing at his bedroom door. She took a deep breath through her mouth and tasted the dull, metallic taste of exhaustion on her tongue and frowned. She had known that Rogueboy had been pushing his mind and body pretty hard for his officer's exam. But he looked so tired now that she worried about him. She no longer carried him home from a drunken night out. But instead carried him home from the Archives after a long night of study. She didn't know how much longer he could last like this, and Rogueboy was her closet friend, she would die if something happened to him, "What's wrong?" she finally asked wondering if Rogueboy wanted to get the pressure of the Officer's test off his chest. at least she could help a little that way.

"I'm exhausted and I have so much stuff to do, but I really want to get this plan down, and I don't think we can approach Darr about it, he is a loyal commander and he understands the mission objectives are more important," A Look of revelation passed over Rogueboy's features as his mind flickered to another subject. Namyr wondered if she would ever get use to his constantly changing tracked mind, "So what we do is change the mission objectives."

"I don't follow," Namyr said and actually meant it. How could they change the objectives without being caught. Wouldn't after it was all said and done with, Darr would make the connection between Namyr and Cerine, then piece together Namyr and Rogueboy. Then charge them with who knows what, probably treason and disobeying the orders of a superior. Namyr let out a sigh and sat down beside Rogueboy, crossing her arms she frowned. If there was a chance they could get away with rescuing her sister she would take it. She just hoped that her sister was still alive.


"We will be either be given a map of Garra's compound or will steal one while there, we simply edit where we think the prisoners are to where your sister is most likely," Rogue said letting Namyr in on his plan. Namyr leaned towards him to get every detail, she would have to actually pay attention to this plan, not like the general company missions where she usually followed everyone else and kicked booty wherever she needed to.

"And how are we going to do that?" Namyr asked raising an eyebrow, a look she often gave Rogueboy after a long night of drinking, and him suggesting they go ahead and follow one of his hair brain ideas. Like last time when they went tipping trashcans. That is until the police showed up and they had sprinted away to hide in Namyr's apartment for a few days. Luckily, they hadn't been caught and both of them ended up crashing on the couch, sleeping away their hangover.

"Simple, we use Patch he is considered my property rather then Raiders, and he will do as I say." The droid beeped questioningly from a nearby room at the mention of its name. Namyr chuckled, grinning at Patch, she liked the little droid. He didn't really say much she could understand, but he had a great personality. Rogueboy often said the little droid had a lot to say, but Namyr just took his word for it.

"I like it, but what if we get caught?" Namyr questioned looking back at Rogueboy, her eyes dark with thought, counting the hundreds or ways this plan could go wrong. the first being that Rogueboy was thinking of the plan for a change.

"I blame Patch is malfunctioning and I have him memory wiped and he goes under examination, which he will pass and I will restore his old memory because I keep a copy of it." Rogue sighed and picked up his datapad. Namyr frowned again, the poor guy got more messages then the commanding officer himself. There had been several times that Namyr had been nice enough to make Rogueboy a decent meal, then his usual bachelor food, anything take out that didn't move. And he had been called away for one thing or another. A crease appeared on Namyr's forehead, something that only happened when she was extreme agitated or concerned.

"Sorry Namyr, I gotta go to a meeting with Darr," Rogueboy said getting up from the couch, and strangely Namyr felt a flutter of disappointment that he was leaving once again, "Oh before I forget, I wanted to give you this," Rogueboy added turning back to Namyr and handing her a card key. she stared at it in confusement. Why was he giving this to her? "This is for my apartment, you're here often enough," A key yo his apartment? This was all to weird, Namyr felt her heart beat heavily in her chest and her skin broke out in a blush. Why was he giving her a key to his apartment. She was sure that it was because he somewhat trusted her. But she hadn't given him a key to her apartment, was it common courtesy now that she give him a key to her apartment as well?

"Erm, thanks?" Namyr managed to croak out and looked up to see if she couldn't get one last look at his lime eyes. But she found herself speaking to no one. "How did the bastard do that?" She asked Patch as the droid rolled out of the room, "I shouldn't have taught him to Stealth Walk, now he uses it against me. I mean I almost peed myself when he snuck up on me at the Archives the other day," Namyr said her temper flaring slightly as she got to her feet and stretched out her limbs.

"Geez Patch, what am I suppose to do with this key, Rogue should know I'm not the type of person just to go into someone's apartment uncalled just because I have a key," Namyr said walking towards the door, "Perhaps that's why he gave me one, either way I'll ask him when I see him tonight. I'm going to make sure he gets a decent night sleep tonight. The last time I went on a mission with him while he was tired he couldn't shoot worth a crud, and was snappy. Not my usual Rogueboy," Namyr's mouth snapped shut and she covered her mouth. Had she just called Rogueboy her's? What type of crazy talk was that? She was going insane and needed to get out of there.

"Well see you later Patch," Namyr said quickly waving to the droid and left the apartment. Once out onto the street, Namyr called to a cab. She climbed in, giving the cabdriver directions before she settled into the backseat. She supposed she had been foolish to try to quell the obvious emotions she felt around Rogueboy. She usually brushed it off as one of the only male species she could stand for any length of time. But she had started to notice that more and more often it was getting difficult to push away from Rogueboy. How many times had they shared drunken kisses and her out of anyone had actually enjoyed it through her drunken state, let alone let it happen. Namyr was just felt lucky that she had very blurry memories on the subject. But she couldn't ignore how much more she smiled when she was near Rogueboy, or the fact that she enjoyed Blade lessons with him, even if it was merely for his silly humor. She would think about this another time. Namyr's cab pulled up to her apartment. She got out and paid the cab driver, tipping him well and walked up to her apartment door and went inside.

Namyr looked around her apartment, she didn't really need to pack, she always had a bag filled with the essentials next to the door just in case of an unexpected mission. She felt restless as she always did before a mission. She wished that they were leaving that night instead of the next day. But that was just hopeful thinking, even if she did believe that the higher ups gave them too much time to get ready. Namyr stripped down to her tank top and leggings as she made her way to the extra room in her apartment that she had made into a small training room. She stepped inside and shut the door. She walked around in the dark before she found a lighter and lit a few candles and settled in front of a small shrine she had set up to the gods and goddess. She said a quick prayer of protection and guidance before getting to her feet. In front of her was her twin Twi'lek, poison, spinning blades. Without a word she gathered her blades from their small altar and left the room. Namyr gathered up her bag, and left her apartment. She headed back to Rogueboy's apartment to wait for him. If he wasn't going to take care of himself, then she would have to bully him into it. When she arrived back at his apartment, she unlocked it with the key card for the first time, and a flush appeared on her cheeks before she stepped inside. She said a brief greeting to Patch before crashing onto the couch and turning on the television. but before she knew it, she felt her eyes go heavy and she fell asleep.





 
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"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you."

SGT Namyr

Namyr's eyes twitched behind her eyelids as she slept on the couch. Within her sleeping state she was plagued with hellish nightmares. Namyr found herself in a large room, the edges blurry from detail. She tried to lift her hands to rub her eyes to clear her vision, but found them heavy, almost to heavy to lift. Namyr looked down to see her heavily shackled and chained hands that connected to an iron collar around her neck with more heavy chains. Namyr looked around and saw that the chains led to a metal ring that allowed her some movement, but not enough to escape.

"Hello my little turtledove," a voice echoed around Namyr, causing her blood to turn cold then boil in anger as a purple, male, Twi'lek appeared in the haziness. Namyr let out a shout of anger as she forgot about the chains and lept forward to kill the Twi'lek, only to be burdened by the chains and crash to the floor. She tried to struggle to her feet, but the chains held her down. Namyr gritted her teeth as she felt a sharp stab of the Twi'lek's boot to her side.

'You're still trying to escape me aren't you?" the male Twi'lek asked humour in his voice, "Seems like you don't get it, and you never will, you belong to me, and you always will, no matter how much you try to run. Or attach yourself to some human because he treats you like an equal. You are mine, don't you forget!" he growled the humour in his voice disappearing and dug his foot more into Namyr's side as Namyr tried to escape from the chains.

Suddenly the digging stopped and Namyr felt a soft touch on her Lekku and she looked up with blurred eyes to see Rogueboy. "Wake up sleeping beauty," he said softly, Namyr shivered slightly and realized she was dreaming. She waved a hand at Rogueboy to give her a moment to get her head together.

"Go away," she then said remembering the stinging words of the purple Twi'lek. Was it true that she merely attached herself to Rogueboy because he treated her like an equal and not some pretty face to be taken advantage of. She didn't know, and maybe that's why she hadn't been more foreword in her actions, and maybe that was his reasoning too, who knew.

"hehe which I could." Rogue said chuckling, breaking Namyr's thought patterns, "But we need to get ready for the mission and Cerine," Namyr blinked a few times and then remembered the situation with Cerine and got up from the couch. She followed Rogueboy into the bed room and leaned against the door, still thinking about her sister. Cerine would be what, twenty-nine by now, most women her age would be married and have children. Namyr doubted that Cerine would have gotten that far, if she was still alive.

"I'll need to stop by the armoury later, I stopped keeping all my big toys here," Rogueboy added throwing his music pod into his bag. Namyr looked up in time to see him pulling off his shirt to change it to a new one for the mission. Namyr's eyes grew large as she got an eye full of Rogueboy's chest, scars and all, before she coughed and turned away.

"Jessums Rogue, give a girl warning!" she managed to stutter her cheeks growing dark red.

"What?" Rogueboy asked pulling on the clean shirt and looked at Namyr with a confused, hair tousled look, before he realized what was going on a gave Namyr a humorous crooked grin, "What no other girls have complained when I've taken off my shirt," he stated.

"Yeah and they've probably been lured into your bedroom drunk," Namyr whipped back with her own crooked grin.

"But they didn't say no, isn't that the point?" Rogueboy shot back.

"Alcohol makes you see a lot of imaginary things," Namyr added with a roll of her eyes as she waited for Rogueboy to pick up his back and followed him to the door, where she picked up her own bag. Outside they called for a cab, both of them exchanging playful insults until they got to the Base Hanger.

"Well here we are, I just hope my nose doesn't get bashed in again," Namyr murmured as her and Rogue headed for their ship.




 
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"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you."

SGT Namyr

Leon sighed as he pulled another bad hand of cards from the deck. Not once had he won, and the frustration was finally settling in. "Alright you guys, I'm out. Gonna go get some R and R, we have a long journey ahead of us," Leon said while smacking the cards face up on the table.

"Wow, you really do have bad luck," said Rogue examining Leon's face up cards. "Lets just hope you don't have that same luck when were down on the field."

Leon ignored the comment, but the thought of having bad luck down on the field was pretty nerve racking. This reminded Leon of the previous training simulation they had just been in. It ended with a bang, and definitely not a good one. Unfortunately for Leon, there was nothing he could do about it, if he died, so be it. No don't think like that Leon. You still have to find out about your past...

That was the only thing right about now that kept Leon going. He didn't have to be here if he didn't want to, but this would be the only way he could find out about his life before he had lost his memory. This was the only thing keeping Leon from leaving the army, and going out into the galaxy to do who knows what. That was another thing that bugged Leon, if he left the army, where would he go? What would he do? If he needed help, who would he turn to? So that meant Leon's only option was to stay in the army, and do what he does best... kill people.

Leon new he was good at that. The way he fought, and planned things in his mind, it was all so smooth and easy. But the situation changes when you have squad mates to watch over and protect. Its a whole new ball game, and one Leon wasn't used to.  Leon thought of the beer raid, he had done a horrible job of leading the squad, if it wasn't for Namyr and Rogue, they all would have been goners. But that was the past and this was the present. Hopefully, if it comes to what had happened last time, Leon would do a better job of leading the squad.

As Leon was about to lie down on one of the couches, a sudden realization hit him... He had to go pee. Leon quickly got up from his seat and walked over to the bathroom. He opened the door, shut it, locked it, and then did his business. With a sigh, Leon zipped up his pants, and turned over to the sink. As Leon was about to leave, he saw his reflection in the mirror, and stopped. He looked at himself, examining his facial features, and for some reason he smiled. After a couple of seconds of just staring at himself, Leon left the bathroom, and went to go get some sleep.
 
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Raiders
May god have mercy upon my enemies, for I will show none.
TRP/CPL Leon/3SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA
And so we go.
I am the one...The one who made the 100,000 post.

Leon stared up at the metallic ceiling, inhaling and exhaling very slowly. In a couple of minutes, Leon's
eyelids began to grow heavy, and before he new it he was fast asleep. A black void enveloped him, and then a bright, blinding light, flooded his eyes. It took a couple of seconds for his eyes to adjust, and when they did, Leon's jaw dropped. All around him, he was surrounded by towering dunes of sand. It was a never ending sea of gold mountains, and not an end in sight.

This must be a dream, Leon thought as he took a couple of steps forward. But it all felt and looked so real. There was even a warm breeze accompanying the hot weather. Just to make sure though, Leon knelt down on one knee, and ran his hand through the sand. It felt smooth, and ruff at the same time.

"Is this really a dream?" Leon asked himself aloud.

"Yes, it is," said another voice from behind Leon. This, took Leon by surprise, causing him to quickly jump to his left, and then reel around, ready to fight. Once again, Leon was in shock. A replica of himself, stood before him. But there was something different about this copy of Leon, something very different. His eyes, they weren't normal eyes, at least to Leon they didn't look normal. They had a crazed look about them; wild eyes. "What, is there something wrong Leon? You don't remember me?"

Leon stood stock still, and then answered. "What do you mean remember you? You're me!"

"Yes, I am you, but I'm different. I'm pretty sure you noticed my eyes, there not right are they?"

"No, they aren't."

The thing let out a half toothed grin. "Intimidating aren't I? Don't worry though, I wont harm you, and even if I wanted to I wouldn't be able to. Now about my eyes, these are the eyes of a murderer."

"And your point is?" Replied Leon impatiently.

"That makes you a murderer."

"What? I don't get what your trying to say," replied the confused Leon.

"Well let me put it this way. In your past, you killed many people. You know why you did it? Because you were angry, you were angry at the world. And now your wondering why you were angry? Well its because someone very dear to you had been murdered. And that person was your brother."

"You know about my past?" Leon asked in surprise.

"Yes, I do. But I will only tell you about it if you make a deal with me." Said the thing.

"Alright, tell me what I have to do..."

Ten Minutes Later

Leon woke up with a start, drenched in sweat. A smile slowly snaked across his face, knowing that he would soon find out bits and pieces of his past. But little did he know, he had just did something that would haunt him forever.
 
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Raiders
May god have mercy upon my enemies, for I will show none.
TRP/CPL Leon/3SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA
And so we go.
I am the one...The one who made the 100,000 post.

"We're about half an hour from our destination" The pilot announced over the intercom. "Once we're at the launch zone, I'll open up the hanger for you guys." He switched off the intercom, then sighed. He turned to his copilot, who was watching their astrogation computer.

"Damn, I hate doing this. I mean, he could have at least told them, couldn't he?" He said. The copilot shook his head.

"Would you go through with this mission if you knew? Personally, I'm not one of those "Die for my empire" types. Fight, sure, but die?"

The pilot shook his head. "I dunno, these are Phoenix Stormtroopers. They're soldiers to the bone - I really wouldn't be shocked if they'd have accepted the mission anyways."

"Come on, man. We're VEI - You've seen shit worse then this." The copilot said, typing in a few course adjustments then turning away from the computer.

"I know." The pilot said, "But still, those time's it wasn't our own people we were sending to hell, and they certainly weren't stormies."

"It's the greater good." The copilot said, "You know that. Their deaths won't be for nothing."

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Darr-Rann was back at Coronet city. They were in the lower levels, the slums, in a firefight. Smoke from the enemy grenades filled the streets, and the only thing visible from the other end was the flashes of the enemy's rifles. Around him, men and women called out in defiance and returned fire, filling the cloud with energy. Darr-Rann heard a scream, and he turned to see the boy who had been standing beside him fall with a burning hole in his chest. The boy was only fourteen...

Darr-Rann found himself back on the ship, his body shaking slightly. The eyes of all who sat at the table were focused on him, concerned. He shook his head and got up.

"I must have slipped off. A bad dream, nothing more." He said. "I'm going to take a quick walk-around to wake up. Any announcements?"

Rogueboy replied. "They said we're going to be there in about half an hour."

"We'd better be ready then." He said. "Stow those cards, get any equipment you dont have ready packed up. We're going to be deploying as soon as we can."

Darr-Rann walked down the hallway, then into the small bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He gripped the sink tightly and forced his quivering body under control, taking slow deep breaths in an effort to calm himself.

It's all in the past. He told himself, I wont let it haunt me. He stood up strait, took one more breath, then opened up the door and walked out. He had a mission to deal with - He could let his own problems wait until he had time for them.
 
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Raiders
SL/SSG_Darr-Rann/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR][CoR]
|WO2_Demonic/Reserves| (=*A*=)(=*SA*=)(=*ee*=)(VC:B)(MC2)(VEB)(DSM)(LoM)[SWC]{O1}-=TOP PILOT=-
SENIOR SERGEANT
WARRANT OFFICER, 2ND CLASS
Communications Technician
Part time Webmaster Guy
"DICTATOR DARR"

Darr-Rann looked out at the desert, taking a moment to absorb the endless sea of dunes, sprawling out into the distance. Every time he went to a place like this, it was a bit of a shock. For most of his life, he had lived in Coronet city, a maze of skyscrapers that blocked out the rest of the world from view of those who lived there. Places like this, so open, so endless... It was different.

"Everyone ready to move?" Darr-Rann said, shouldering the heavy supply pack, which also included his communications gear. The pack covered the back holster which held his rifle, so he decided it wise to carry the weapon in his hands instead. "Sayah, Rogue, your out front. Namyr, Hard Hardt, you've got the rear. Everyone in the center, your taking heavy packs." The squad leader ordered. This was met by a few groans. Muling supplies was never a favorite duty among the troopers. He picked up his helmet, tapped it twice, then put it on, the others taking the signal and following suite.

The mission had begun.

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Darr-Rann adjusted his pack as he walked, then clicked on his comlink. He set it for a private channel with Aphamos. "Hey." He said.

"Hey Darr." Aphamos replied.

"Welcome back to the squad." Darr-Rann said. It was only a mission's length, but Aphamos' absence had been noticeable. He was happy to have the trooper back in his squad.

"It's good to be back. Although it's changed a bit." Aphamos replied. Darr-Rann took a moment to think about this - The squad had taken a change since the Corporal's last mission. He reflected on the roster - It was quite different then the old days. There was still a couple of old faces, but many of them were new.

"Yeah, it has." The squad leader said in return. Time certainly has flown.

Suddenly an indicator flashed on his heads-up display. Rogueboy was signaling for them to halt, and Darr-Rann backed up the order by punching his hand up in the air and making a stopping gesture. Up ahead, Rogueboy dropped to the ground, Sayah following a moment later. The rest of the squad followed suite, flattening themsleves into the sand so that the desert mods of their armor would blend in.

"Rogue, get me a video feed." Darr-Rann said. A moment later, the connection was established, and the visual of Rogueboy's mini-camera projected on his HUD. Four sentients of various species, clothed in desert wear and carrying slughtrower, rode by on dewback. One of them paused, swept the area with his binoculars, then put them away, making a motion to continue. Only once they had passed did the Raiders get to their feet.

"Alright, move out." Darr-Rann said. The squad continued on, more silently then before. This is going to be great fun. The Senior Sergeant thought, brushing sand off of his armor. They pressed on...
 
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Raiders
SL/SSG_Darr-Rann/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR][CoR]
|WO2_Demonic/Reserves| (=*A*=)(=*SA*=)(=*ee*=)(VC:B)(MC2)(VEB)(DSM)(LoM)[SWC]{O1}-=TOP PILOT=-
SENIOR SERGEANT
WARRANT OFFICER, 2ND CLASS
Communications Technician
Part time Webmaster Guy
"DICTATOR DARR"

Namyr let out a sigh as the next time she saw Rogueboy she was checking his jaw for any breaks or fractures. Already where Darr had hit him was beginning to bruise, "You really should have known better," she murmured to Rogueboy as she handed him an icepack from the medic bag.

'It was a joke how was I suppose to know he'd do that," Rogueboy complained, wincing as he put the ice against the back of his head.

"Luckily he didn't hit you any harder, or he would have snapped your jaw, and you would have been sipping your meals through a straw for the next six months," Namyr said gently applying salve to the bruise to keep the swelling down on Rogueboy's face. She then put everything back into her medic bag and was silent. Was Cerine even alive? Namyr had been wondering to herself. For all she knew her sister had been killed a long time ago. Namyr's small hands gripped her medic bag for a moment as she stared into space.

'Hey don't worry you're sister will be fine, if I have to tear that place apart we'll find her," Rogueboy said and Namyr looked at him wishing she could believe as much as he did that it would be that easy, but she did return his crooked smile with her own. They both looked up as the ship landed heavily on the planet.

"Well let's get going," Namyr said slinging the medic bag over her shoulder.

"Yeah, bout time we got a challenging mission, I've been getting stir crazy," Rogueboy said crackling his knuckles as him and Namyr walked out of the ship.

Namyr putt her hands on her hips and looked around. Everything was so dry, hot, and well, sandy. It reminded her back home on Ryloth, on the part of the planet that was light all the time. How many times had she and a group of her dancer friends gone to the surface to race along the surface, taking in the dangers. too many times for her to count. Namyr almost missed those carefree days, but didn't think on it too much as she took her position in the back of the formation, taking the left side as HH took the right. Both of them kept a constant eye out and the back of the line. Softly in Namyr's helmet, classical Twi'lek music played helping her not to become twitchy as they walked. suddenly she saw a signal from the corner of her eye and dropped down to the ground. Namyr had found out early on it was best to keep quiet during their marches, to save energy and in case something was up she could be more aware.

"So Darr-Rann, you know when were going to trade spots with each other? This pack is starting to get a little to heavy for my own taste," Leon asked over the open link and Namyr let out a chuckle, yes the med pack was heavy, but not as bad as the packs some of her squad mates were carrying.

"Not anytime soon, and I can guarantee you that. You know that patrol group we saw? Well, in about an hour or two they'll be on there way back, and if they see us hanging around, and taking a little rest, they'll catch us by surprise. But not with a group of four, they won't even bother starting a fire fight with us. They'll just bomb the crap out of us," Darr told Leon and Namyr made a note to keep her eyes a little more open to see if anyone was following her. Last thing the squad needed was to be ambushed from behind.

"Nah its alright, these packs don't weigh a thing," Leon replied as her easily swung the pack onto his back. Namyr chuckled as Sayah and HH groaned for the pack's weight.

"Ahhh, the privileges of being a lady," Namyr joked with a grin as she picked her feet out of the sand to keep them from sinking more.

"That doesn't mean a thing Namyr. I'm gonna make sure you do some muling later to," Rogueboy told Namyr and she could almost hear an ounce of smugness to his voice.

"Yes Rogueboy because I know if we get attacked and someone gets injured, getting to my medbag will be a little difficult consider I have an even heavier pack on my back," she growled. How could Rogueboy even think that she'd try to get out of carrying the packs on the bases she was a woman. That was the type of sexist behavior she was trying to avoid.

"Well Nams, you'll have to make due," Rogueboy replied, 'Everyone carries their share around here even the medics," he said, Namyr's point going right over his smug head. Instantly, Namyr's fingers began flexing, a bad sign.

"Fine, I'll do my share," she growled and roughly pulled off the pack from Rogueboy's back and slung it onto her shoulder. It was heavy, but bearable, good thing Namyr had been focusing on her upper body strength lately, "Can we go now?" Namyr hissed darkly heading back to the end of the line.

"Wait you didn't," Rogueboy began only to be silenced by Darr.

"Come on let's get moving," Darr spoke, a slight humorous edge to his voice as they started moving again.






 
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"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you."

SGT Namyr

Namyr's back ached and she was glad to take a short rest. She had refused HH's offer to carry the pack three times already. but the heavy pack and the sand were taking their toll on Namyr. She was tired, she let out a small yawn and closed her eyes for a moment. Namyr's body tensed as Rogueboy's radio clicked on, "This is Rogue I caught some movement at rest point A, going to investigate," Namyr's eyes snapped open and she was quiet, barely breathing as she waited. As soon as Namyr heard shots fired, she was up, shouldering the packs, blades out and spinning as her and the rest of the squad headed over to where the shots were fired.

"Rogue, report are you alright?" Namyr vaguely heard Darr yelling through the radio. Namyr rounded the corner, only to skid to a halt as she looked from Rogue to the Bubo that was hanging off his fist. She let out a snort and had to turn away to get herself in control of her laughter. She had been worried over a Bubo, here she had thought it have been something else like a Lylek that inhabited the Bright Lands on Ryloth. With a small chuckle as she watched Leon struggle to pry the Bubo's mouth open, Namyr sheathed her blades and leaned against a wall.

"Might have been guarding something, or who knows maybe it was just a pet of one of the patrols," Namyr said and bit her lip. The pet of the patrol was a long shot, from what she knew of Hutts they were crazy over the ugly Bubo's and kept them as guard dogs and pets that hardly left their sides.

"Maybe it's a runaway," Namyr added a slight tinge of darkness to her voice as she crouched over the beast and used one of her blades to stab it in the skull.
 
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"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you."

SGT Namyr

Rogue pulled out the sword from his scabbard from under his bedroll and pointed it at his assailant's throat. The assailant's white helm seemed not to move as it stood facing the blade. "Rogue, we spotted some movement out in the dunes, we have reason to believe it's an enemy patrol."

The ASL rubbed his eyes trying to get the sand out of them. The Raiders had set up the tents beneath a rock that would offer some protection against freak sandstorms and and would make any viewers have to look twice in order to spot the three tents. "Did you rouse Darr from his slumber?" Rogue asked sleepily.

"Yes we did, he says we should prepare for a little ambush&"

Kegtua'Nballah was a Devaron whose skin shown like bronze as he and his squad patrolled the outskirts of Garra the Hutt's holdings. The job was boring but that's what happens when you gamble and owe people favours, the squad leader signalled that he saw something up ahead and that the team would go investigate it. How the SL was able to see anything in this mountain of sand he would never know. When they arrived at the tents the squad slowly crept their way up in an attempt to sneak up on the unsuspecting tentees.

Kegtua'Nballah had cleared out a tent and they squad met up in the middle of the camp, the place was deserted all three tents empty, there was no campfire so it would be hard to determine how old the camp is. Kegtua looked at the tracks it would appear that eight bipedal walkers arrived at the camp within the past two days, as there was a heavy sandstorm two days ago and the tracks would be covered up. Then the eight people disappeared as if by magic Kegtua began looking all over the camp for clues finally he stumbled upon something, as he took a step he heard the sound of his bootheel crushing something that was not sand. He quickly jumped off of it and bent down to investigate it when there was a slight hiss as something fast moved from a narrow hole and Kegtua's body crumpled to the floor.

The Raiders sprung into action, quickly throwing sand off of themselves and laying waste as quickly as they could to the five man scout team, the silenced slugthrower shells landed on the soft sand as Roguebot quickly gunned down another target. The battle was over in an instant as they were all killed with hardly any harm done to the Raiders.

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

ASL/SGT_Rogueboy/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][ES-FirstClass][CDS][CoR]

Namyr's history surprised Rogueboy he had never suspected that she would of lived such a harsh life, as a matter of fact he thought she was running from an arranged marriage or something. Now that the truth has unfolded it explained many things such as; why Namyr was so reluctant to trust anyone, naturally Rogue thought it was because she was such a beautiful girl. In order for her parents to try to sell her that must be a serious blow.  Darr came upon the duo. "Ready to roll out?" The SL asked.

"Always, sergeant." The ASL said.

Darr walked away and Namyr turned to Rogue. "You know you're a sergeant as well right?" She pointed out.

"I may be a sergeant but he will always be The Sergeant." Rogue responded back. "Namyr there is something I've been meaning to tell you, I uh& uh& used to be a slave as well." Namyr's eyes widened at this. "I was owned by Zorba the Hutt since I was fourteen; I was raised to be a gladiator. I killed a lot of people enough that I someday earned my freedom by making a deal with Zorba." Rogue suddenly felt ashamed, he didn't know why it's not as if he could have done anything different under those circumstances.

"Hey, don't worry about it," Namyr said as she put her hand on Rogue's shoulder. "We do what we have to, to live."

"Sometimes dying seems a more attractive option." He responded as a shiver seemed to roll through him. "Let's start packing up the gear, this isn't going to get easier playing in the sand." Rogue said a shadow of a grin playing across his features.

Within an hour the squad was ready to move out; the bodies were buried, the tents were packed up and awaiting carriers, and the campsite was dusted to cover any tracks that showed where we were. Rogue looked at the former campsite and carefully looked for traces of habitation; none were evident.

The squad was trudging through the snow Aphamos had taken point with his trust sniper rifle, Leon had taken the rearguard and was also in charge of covering the squads tracks. Which he used a handy tool called the Hide-away deluxe, which was an extendable broom the majority of troopers joking associatted with something else that was extendable.

Sayah was grinning while staring at Rogue, "Sayah you have a problem?" Rogue said in a menacing tone to signal that any response other then a negative one would have serious repercussions.

"No, Sir." Sayah replied snappishly.

"Then wipe that grin off of your face while you still have control over it." The ASL said without a hint of humour in his voice, while he did get into a fist fight with a trooper Darr punished him by putting him back in basic for a week. It was torture.

The squad marched away in the morning sun which seemed to reflect off the sand and made the journey that much more unbearable.


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

ASL/SGT_Rogueboy/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][ES-FirstClass][CDS][CoR]

Namyr bit her lip and picked up her helmet on as she stood up to get ready to march. Already the sun was starting to beat on them, and Namyr felt on edge already from the combination of heat and thirst. "You know you're a sergeant as well right?" Namyr asked Rogueboy after overhearing the conversation between him and Darr. Delicately she tucked her Lekku around her neck to allow her to put her helmet on comfortably.


"I may be a sergeant but he will always be The Sergeant." Rogue responded back. "Namyr there is something I've been meaning to tell you, I uh& uh& used to be a slave as well," Namyr tired to keep her face expressionless but she noticed Rogueboy watching her face and without wanting to her eyes went wide. "I was owned by Zorba the Hutt since I was fourteen; I was raised to be a gladiator. I killed a lot of people enough that I someday earned my freedom by making a deal with Zorba," Namyr was surprised, not shocked, but pretty surprised. She had always figured that Rogue had, perhaps been a slave and escaped just like she had. She had seen him without a shirt enough times to see the scars, and everytime she did she winced. she couldn't help it, she had felt the stinging blows from a cruel master as well, and she wanted to reach out and help Rogueboy, but always held back, it just didn't seem right. To be a slave, basically meant being alone for the rest of your life. It just how it was, it was so hard to trust anyone after being a slave. To be a slave was to suspect anyone who would rat on you for a piece of bread, or make up lies for the Master's approval. Namyr had seen people try to have families as Slaves, she saw no point, they only ended up being ripped apart in the end.

"Hey, don't worry about it," Namyr said putting a hand on Rogueboy's shoulder, it was the only way she could think of comforting him. Namyr looked up and frowned as she saw Sayah looking at the both of them and grinning at her and Rogueboy. Namyr sneered at him until he looked away. Then Namyr turned back to Rogue, "We do what we have to, to live," and Namyr knew for a fact that was true.


"Sometimes dying seems a more attractive option." Rogueboy replied and Namyr felt him shiver through her hand on his shoulder. She took her hand away and looked around, the sun was higher and everyone was packing the equipment, they would roll out soon, "Let's start packing up the gear, this isn't going to get easier playing in the sand," Rogueboy said a slight grin on his face which Namyr returned before she set to work packing her things.

Namyr quickly put together the packs, it was easy enough, the heavier things near the middle of the back, everything else crammed into them. When she looked up from her task as she shouldered one of the pack despite her sore body from the day before, everyone was ready to roll out. Namyr smirked as Leon held the expendable broom in his hand.

"So Leon," Namyr said crossing her arms and watched as Leon extended the broom slightly below the belt, "Happy to see me."

"Ha, Ha, Nams," Leon chuckled as he began sweeping, 'You know this would be awkward if you were giving sweeping detail."

"Yeah, but I'm better served as a pack mule, you know see the galaxy, carry a pack twice your weight, that's what got me to sign on to the Empire."

"Isn't that the truth," Leon said with a smirk.

"So Sargent, do you like watching...Squad..use the broom," Namyr looked up only catching few words of what Sayah was murmuring from a few people up the line. She frowned, she must have heard wrong, even if Sayah was glancing back with a cocky grin on his face. The heat had to be getting to Namyr, after all she was really thirsty, and it had been years since she had been under this type of terrain. She turned her head away from Sayah's grinning face to look at her feet as she walked. It was going to take her months to get rid of all the sand in her uniform, maybe she should just purchase a new one...

Namyr looked up again and sighed in relief, Sayah had stopped looking at her. She didn't know what his problem was, she had a suspicion it was due to being a woman, or even being a higher rank and considered beautiful. Heck maybe it was because she never gave him the time of day, who knew, human males were strange when it came to Twi'lek women, Rogueboy including. Namyr couldn't count how many times when they were out drinking that Rogueboy had 'addicentally,' tripped into her to take a grab at her chest, no matter how many times Namyr had bent his hand back to remind him not to touch, and everytime he would just give her his charming smile, until Namyr rolled her eyes and walked away.

"Sayah you have a problem?" Rogueboy's voice suddenly echoed through the comlink. Namyr peered over the person in front of her's shoulder to get a better look at what was going on. She knew that tone that Rogueboy was using, it was the one he used when someone would try to start trouble at the bar.

"No, Sir," Sayah replied snappishly, though the grin was still quivering on Sayah's face.

"Then wipe that grin off of your face while you still have control over it," Rogueboy growled his voice void of the usual humourous tones. Instantly Namyr could feel the tension in the air, she tensed up herself, almost half expecting Rogueboy and Sayah to start brawling right there in formation. But Sayah must have managed to stop grinning and the line went on. Around midday, Namyr was glad to take a breather underneath the shade of rock cropping out of the sand. The pack was shrugged off of her shoulders, Namyr took a long swig of her canteen, a few drops of water dribbling down her chin, which she wiped away with her glove.

'Think it might be hot out today," Rogueboy joked sitting down next to Rogueboy, Leon following and sitting on Namyr's other side.

"Reminds me of the Light Side of Ryloth," Namyr said taking off her helmet and whipping away the sweat on her face with a handkerchief, "As teens we use to steal our parent's cruiser and take it out onto the Bright Lands and see what trouble we could get into. But I don't remember it being this hot," Namyr added taking another sip of her water.

"No kidding get a grill out here and we can have a Bar-B-Q," Leon murmured into his canteen as he settled against the cool rock behind them.

'That's an idea Leon, we can grab some burgers, a couple kegs, have a Bar-B-Que," Rogueboy said perking up at the joke.

"I'll bring the coleslaw and the Rycrit burgers," Namyr volunteered then laughed a little.

"So, 'Sir,' do you always talk nonsense on missions, or is that all the time," Sayah said the cocky grin on his face reappearing.

"That's it, this guy has gotten on my nerves this entire mission," Rogueboy growled leaping to his feet, throwing off his helmet and gloves and rushing forward, only to be halted by Namyr and Leon holding him back.

"Rogue, it's not worth it, you're just tired, let him go," Namyr said struggling to keep Rogueboy from attacking Sayah.

"Yeah he's not worth going to the brig anyway," Leon added his voice strained.

"Besides he's nothing, rise above him Rogue you're better then that," Namyr said and Rogueboy went limp in her and Leon's arms.

"That's right listen to the Twi'lek, if I was getting into her pants I'd listen to her too," Sayah sneered. Namyr's cheeks turned dark, almost purple from anger.

"That's it!" Namyr yelled out charging at Sayah, cursing him in Twi'leki as she tackled him to the ground and punched him square in the nose. Seconds later Rogueboy had followed her and slammed his elbow into Sayah's back when Sayah tried to get up and hit Namyr. Before the fight had even started Namyr felt herself being dragged away by Leon, she glanced over and saw Rogueboy having to be dragged away by both Aphamos and Darr. Namyr brushed herself off, getting back her composure, grinning on the inside at the site of Sayah's bloody nose.

"What in the hell is wrong with you two!" Darr practically screamed at Rogueboy and Namyr.

"Erm, the heat, the heat must be getting to us," Namyr murmured looking ashamed, but didn't really feel it, it had been so good to hit Sayah.

"Yeah, the heat is making us short tempered, sorry Sayah, don't know what came over me," Rogue murmured glancing at Namyr. Namyr glanced at him and gave him a look that told him not to say anything on what Sayah said. Last thing she wanted was for Darr to think there was even more going on between her and Rogueboy, it was awkward enough as it was. Plus, if she was proving to be too much of a distraction for the squad she would be moved, and Namyr loved the Raiders they were her family and she didn't want to give them up for some stupid brawl.








 
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"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you."

SGT Namyr

"Rogue, a word." Darr said his anger hardly in check.

The ASL made his way over to Darr out of earshot from the squad. "Rogue what is your problem? I promote you to ASL and instead of being more responsible you become more reckless. I have no choice but to recommend you for a week in clink."

Rogue was shocked that Darr would throw him in the brig for a small incident like lashing out on a slack mouthed trooper. Rogue's mouth was dry as he spoke. "Why Darr?"

"Because someone needs to keep you in line believe me this is for your own good." Darr said.

"Would you put a dog down and tell him its for its own go&" A blaster bolt that missed Leon by inches interrupted Rogue.

The ASL ran for cover behind a rock and met up with the rest of the Raiders. "How many of them are there?" He asked through the comlink.

"About fifteen on speeder bikes." Leon said.

"I'm jamming their comlinks." Darr said as he played with the technical aspect of battle.

A slight humming filled the air as the enemy began closing the angles on their would-be prey. Namyr pulled the pin off a grenade and sent it around the corner; there was an explosion and the front end of a speeder bike flew by nearly removing Rogue's outstretched head.

"Fourteen left." Rogue said as enemy fire ripped into the rock destroying it pebble by pebble.

1&2&3 GO Rogue slowly counted in his head as he turned around the corner and fired a barrage from his A280 armour piercing rifle hoping to hit any enemy unlucky enough to get in its way. Sure enough a speeder bike turned the corner spinning wildly out of control the rider jumped off and landed in the sand with a thud pulling out his sidearm. The enemy had all of two seconds to live as half the Raider squad filled him with blaster bolts.

Seeing the death of their compatriots the half of the remaining bikes watched the front end of the rock whilst the rest went to go circle the trapped Raiders. One of the attacking speeders took off heading back from where they came.

"Darr, I just saw an enemy speeder take off going southeast." Aphamos said as he stuck his head around the bend almost losing his life while doing so.

"That's it." Rogueboy said. "I'm tired of us almost losing our lives every time we look around the corner." He pulled his sword from its scabbard; using his filthy gloved hand he removed a piece of chewing gum from his mouth. "Namyr gimme your handheld mirror." The Twi'lek did what was asked of her. The ASL attached the mirror to the gum and used it as a spotter.

Rogue looked around the corner using his mirrored sword. "There are four of them coming around the corner&NOW!" He yelled as he lifted the sword and swung it at the rider using the flat end of his sword. The mounted enemy combatant flew onto the ground; dazed but unharmed. The ASL quickly jumped on the speeder and took off into pursuit of the escaping enemy. "Darr, I'm going to chase after their messenger boy."

"Alright but be careful two of them broke away from the engagement to chase you." Darr said with a strain in his voice.

"You know I can handle them. I hope." Rogue said as he pushed down on his toe to push the speeder to full throttle in order to catch up.

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

ASL/SGT_Rogueboy/3SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][ES-FirstClass][CDS][CoR]

Namyr bit her lip as a blaster bolt cut into her shoulder, luckily she rolled behind a rock in time to miss several more blaster shots aimed at her. Her shoulder stung, but a few inches lower the shot would have pierced her heart, killing her. Namyr let out a small growl as she pulled the pin out of grenade and threw it at hard as she could. She smiled in satisfaction as it bounced and exploded one of the speeders. Her arm shot out in time to pull Rogueboy away from the front end of the speeder almost hit his head.

"Fourteen to go," Rogueboy announced while Namyr's fingers itched to use her sword instead she took out her blaster and began returning fire.

"Namyr gimmie your handheld mirror," Rogueboy suddenly cut in, quickly Namyr dug into her medic bag to pull out the mirror she used to make sure people were still breathing and handed it to Rogueboy before going back to shooting.

"Darr, I'm going to chase after their messenger boy," Rogueboy said after he knocked one of the scouts off a speeder, then took off before Namyr could say anything.

"Rogue, don't be a dumbass and get yourself killed," Namyr murmured into a private link before going back and shooting. She took a step back as Leon shot the dazed scout in the face. She stared at Leon a moment never seeing the younger solider so brutal.



"Is there something wrong Namyr?" Leon asked curiously.

"No, no nothing at all, C'mon we gotta take the rest of these guys out,"" Namyr gulped looking around the rock at the rest of the speeders.

Then a few minutes later and a plan made by Darr, Namyr found herself running out into the open, cursing in Twi'lek as she did so. The speeders flew past her and Leon, aiming her blaster Namyr manged to hit on as the rest of them were taken out by the rest of the squad. Namyr and Leon headed back to where the rest of the Raider's were. She looked around a frowned.

"Rogue not back yet?" she questioned and only got people shaking their heads no. Namyr frowned even more, feeling a swell of worry but hid it by leaning against the rock, she chewed on her lip quietly before she headed off to help clean up the bodies.








 
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"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you."

SGT Namyr