Recently Promoted High Colonel Rizzit Blackheart normally had a boring day...every day. He was the Commander of Wildcard Platoon and Phoenix Company. This meant twice the paperwork. On occasion he would have a briefing to give, or some disciplinary action to take; all in all though, it was a boring day. Today: today was different. The entire Wildcard Platoon had gathered for a Sabaac Tournament.  Storm Platoon was out on assignment and there were no missions for Wildcard to handle. The squads were training so hard in the simulators, a day's break wouldn't kill them.  All troopers new and old had come to try and earn themselves as much Imperial Credits as they possibly could. Some people that Rizzit hadn't even seen in years showed up. Among the group was: the3djedi, Snake, Japer, JR, TJ, Mara Jade and Kurioshi along with several other retired members. As usual, Rizzit was doing his best to win, and it usually was good enough. Today it was not the case. He was already getting beat by a good number of people today, but he didn't care: there were people here that he probably wouldn't see again for a long, long time. He was enjoying the fact that he was able to have fun with them again: even if it was just for the one day. As much as he would have liked to be only with the veterans all day, Rizzit spent his time with everyone who came. It really didn't matter that he got to spend so little time with his old friends from long ago, he also made new friends and the time didn't go by any slower because he was spending time with everyone. At the moment though, he was playing with some former RAIDERS Squad Members.

"Remember that damn Medic we used to have Rizz?" the3djedi asked.
"Yeah I do. And look how he turned out: a damned traitor!" Rizzit replied.
"We should've known something was up the kid when he wasn't using duct tape." Mara chimed in.
"Hey!I could've done without that duct tape. Proper medicine would have been a nice change." Snipes said on his way back from getting a drink.
"Yeah...then you'd be like Jed: all injected with needle-based meds and sore!" Rizzit said with a laugh.
"At least I would have healed properly!" Snipes grumbled as he went back to sit with his fellow Wraiths.

Rizzit was just about to win the hand when the lights turned off. The once chatter-filled room went silent. The familiar image of a stormtrooper marched into the lounge.  Rizzit began to laugh.

"Nice try Kairo! You can't get in! We're too far into the tournament to deal you in. Plus: you'd be out place. We're all from Wildcard here!"

The stormtrooper said nothing. It's only response was to shoot Rizzit square in the chest. Panic ensued. Angry troopers who thought that the Storm Platoon Commander: Kairo Vandate had just shot their beloved Platoon Commander (with no armor on) began to ask questions like Why'd you do it Kairo? and What gives you the right? Others cowered in the back of the room. They realized at this point that the stormtrooper was not Kairo.

"This officer is coming with me. Thrawn wants to deal with him...personally. The rest of you: will remain here under house-arrest." The stormtrooper said in what sounded like a generated voice as he grabbed Rizzit by his uniform and began to drag him along.
A laser shot flew across the room and apparently surprised the stormtrooper. It forced him to drop Rizzit.

"Not if I have anything to say about it." Sniping101 said. Various Wildcard members began to stare at Snipes, he just replied "never go anywhere without it."
In the meantime the stormtrooper had recovered from its shock and was now angry.
"You fool? Do you honestly think you're going to stop a battalion of Thrawn's best?"
"No...I just intend to stop YOU." Snipes said as he opened fire again,this time killing the lone stormtrooper."

Kami rushed over to Rizzit. He lay unconscious on the floor. "Everyone, help me get him to the armory! We can stock up there on weapons and armor! In the meantime, hopefully he'll come-to. The turbo lifts are most likely down due to the power loss, so we'll be taking the long way. I'm also guessing comlinks are either being jammed or monitored so don't try to use 'em. Follow me!"

Kami and the Squad Leaders lead the way carrying Rizzit. The rest of the room followed: some ran, some walked, some did a combination of the two. NO ONE however stayed where they were.  For once, tragedy had come to Tadath. Wildcard was on a mission weather they realized it or not. They weren't given a formal briefing due to their commander being shot, but they did have a very big situation to deal with. With no communications, the Army High Command could not be contacted (if they weren't already dealt with) to come help or call for re-enforcements. Wildcard (and its guests) were literally cut off from the world. Whatever help they did get, would have to come from the armory. A day in the life of Rizzit Blackheart: boring? Not unless being shot at and almost getting kidnapped counts as boring. Then again, today was not Rizzit's average day in the office...


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High Colonel Rizzit BlackHeart
~ Wildcard Platoon ~
Phoenix Company Commander
Army of the Vast Empire
CC/PC/HCOL
Rizzit/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[OPE][OTH][EW1][RCoD][CRoM][CoH][OPA][SoA][SoS][SCP]
"Everything expressed truly from your heart and soul is as pure as gold in the minds of anyone who listens!"--Rizzit

Darr-Rann fastened on the gauntlet, flexing his fingers and making sure the glove fitted tight to his fingers. He then proceeded to don his helmet, the HUD snapping online. He looked around to make sure that the friend recognition software was working, then stepped over to the weapons lockers. He already carried his Mynock pistol, which he carried concealed under his jacket. He selected a holster for it, then clipped it to his belt. He also took a few clips of compatible ammunition.

Damn. We get attacked the day I leave my shotgun home. He thought to himself, picking up an A280 and a few blaster pack. He put on a shoulder to waist belt, and slipped the rifle into the sheath in the back. He then picked out a vibrodagger, sliding it into his belt. Finally, he grabbed a handful of  various grenades, clipping them on to his belt. Armed to the teeth.

"Do you prefer Veil, or stake?" Rogueboy said, tossing Aphamos weapons. He shook his head and grinned  Making jokes during a potential crisis. They were conditioned well.

Suddenly he had an idea. "Mame!" He said, stepping over to Kami, who was sorting her gear. "Permission to make a suggestion?"

Kami nodded, "Go ahead, Darr."

"We might have some autoturrets here. Might I suggest we break them out and set them up in some key  locations? The friendly fire intelligence should keep them from shooting us, so we'll be able place them wherever is convienent."

Kami nodded, grinning. She tossed Darr-Rann a key, and he ran over the locker. He popped open the lock and opened it. Beautiful... He thought, carefully withdrawing the first collapsed sentry.
 
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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, SQUAD LEADER/ASSISTANT COMMANDER OF TRAINING
WARRANT OFFICER, 2ND CLASS
Communications Technician
Part time Webmaster Guy
"DICTATOR DARR"
Clearly Canadian!

Squall moved with haste.  Within minutes he was packed up and ready to go.  It had been a while since he had been in active service, but the A280 still felt good in his arms.  Just a few extra blaster packs and I'll....

Squall was cut off of his own thoughts, by the one thing that he feared would happen.  A slap right in the helmet from Rogue.

Squall shook his head a bit to erase the high pitched ringing sound from his ears.

"Nice to see you too," said Squall

All of the troopers now seemed to have everything together.  Squall hadn't much memory of who was in the squad from before, but new faces made him think that new leadership was in charge.  Rizzit was still the Platoon commander, and Darr still the Squad commander, but everyone else seemed to be a blur of faces to Squall.  It would take some time to get to know everyone again.

I can't believe I left this place

Squall fell into line with LK as the squad met up.

"Nice to see your back Squall," said Darr, "Looks like you've come back on a bad note"

"It's fine sir, good to see you too," said Squall, "Didn't know Rizzy had some conflicts with ol' Thrawn"

"Yea, well neither did I," said Darr

Kami walked in and all eyes came on her.

"Looks like Thrawns boys know whats going on.  They've started to cut their way through the doors.  When those hatches open, give em hell," said Kami

"Yes Ma'm," replied the entire platoon in unison

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Squall Lionheart
Senior Sergeant
*-Raider Squad-*
+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +

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TR/SSG Squall/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR] [EWI] [WM]

Sam laid his hand on his pistol holstered at his side. He moved over to a pistol rack and picked up another just like the one he already has on him. He turned around and the remaining Dragoons were standing right behind him.

"Alright guys, go grab a rifle and meet up with Urakai and Zafo over at the east doors," Sam said.

The five Dragoons nodded and moved for their equipment. Sam headed to the west doors with both hold-out blasters in hand.

"I figured I try out two at once," Sam chuckled as he came up next to Zafo.

Zafo and Urakai gave out a laugh. "What no grenades and super glue this time Sammy?" Zafo asked.

Before Sam could respond there was a large explosion on the other side of the blast door they were at. The three positioned themselves for the door to open. The five other Dragoons were walking casually towards them.

"C'mon! Get into second gear, we don't have much time!" Sam shouted at the approaching Dragoons. They jumped a bit and started off in a sprint to positions next to Zafo, Sam, and Urakai.

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*DarkDragoons*


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

LK-486 crouched behind the large reception counter. He and his fellow Raiders at the Western gate had taken defensive positions in the reception area on the lowest floor of the building. The decorative room would soon become a veritable warzone, and it hurt LK to think that so many pieces of glorious Imperial art would be destroyed.

LK-486's white armour gleamed in the artificial lighting. His mind was cool, collected. Today, the Thrawn rabble would die for attempting to usurp the all-powerful Emperor. This military installation was a bastion of heaven, and he was a holy archangel ready to defend the pearly gates.

With a piercing shriek, the doors suddenly blew inwards. "The bastards have grenades!" Aph yelled as his twin pistols suddenly blazed with red light. Two enemy troopers fell inwards with a yell, and their comrades quickly returned fire. Rougeboy opened fire with his pistol from behind a bust of Rizzit, which was promptly had its head taken off by blaster fire. Rougeboy quickly swiveled his body behind the pedestal.

LK-486 was up and shooting with his E-11 carbine. The cleansing fire spread from its barrel, and found its target at the other end of the hallway.

Thus, the reception hall skirmish had begun. Thrawn's soldiers had taken up defensive positions just outside of the large doors, and were pumping into the area for all they were worth. Blaster shots criss-crossed the reception desk, and LK-486 ducked. Suddenly, Squall gave a loud cry.

"They're setting up an E-web! They're setting up an E-web!" Smelling the stained coffee of the reception desk, LK-486 risked a peek from over the countertop. Sure enough, a team of enemy heavy munitions troopers were setting up not one, but three of the deadly machines, right outside the doorway. Even one would be enough to clear the entire area, reception desk and all.

With the calculated air of one who is comfortable with command, Darr-Rann emerged from the waters of the fountain. Grenade in hand, he cocked his arm back to clear away the enemy gunners. At the same time he threw the grenade, an enemy slug found its mark in Darr-Rann's left thigh. He splashed into the water with a yell, and lie prone in the shallow construct. Blood flowed from his thigh, causing the fountain to gurgle with the genetic ooze.

His sacrifice hadn't been in vain, however. The grenade ticked a final beep, and the closely knit gunnery crews hit the dirt, albeit too late. Five corpses were flung into the reception area. In addition, the guns' power packs detonated, sending out shrapnel in a wide radius.

Darr-Rann risked a quick smile in his helmet, and kept up the fire.

 
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Our Number Is Legion, Our Name Is Death!

There are eight lasers in the universe, and sometimes i control them all.

Medic Spec

LK-486/3SQD/1PLT/1COMP/BAT/1RGT/TADATH/VEA/VE

Arnaut fired at the troopers pouring in. One went down clutching his throat, another toppled over, his breastplate smoldering and broken. The remains of the E-web had left a crater that a few smart enemies were holing themselves up in. Arnaut tossed a grenade in to flush them out. Can't let them get too cozy in here. Stumbling, blinded troopers ran dazed through the smoke, being swiftly cut down. The smart ones dropped prone to the ground, but blinded, they were still useless. They died just as quickly as the rest. All thanks to Aphamos' flash grenade. I'll have to congratulate him later, Arnaut thought idly, still firing.

Fire traced along the wall, and one of the two busts of Rizzit died explosively, sending marble chips flying through the air. Two loud concussions signaled two grenades that Thrawn's forces had sent flying through the smoke screen covering the doors. Arnaut could see D'har along the other wall, in a very good firing position. Arnaut slapped Kanderin's shoulder and jerked a thumb toward D'har. Kanderin nodded, and stopped firing into the haze long enough to run across the stretch of the hall to D'har. Bolts followed him the whole way, but none found their mark. Kand settled down comfortably and began to fire again.

Arnaut poked his head out from behind the pillar long enough to be shot at, before ducking back in. He didn't think he'd be able to make it to the other side of the hallway, but to the fountain in the middle...

Arnaut popped out his clip, slammed a full one in, and sprinted, never looking back. A grenade went off, and Arnaut lunged the last meter into the fountain. It was stained red with Darr's blood, but Darr was nowhere in sight. Suddenly a large trooper rose up in front of Arnaut. An enemy trooper. Arnaut groped for his gun, but it'd fallen out of his hand somewhere in the water. It was too late now. The man raised a gun, ready to kill...and then dropped it, his hand blown off by an  A280 round. A second round caught his leg, a third his chest, and the last punched through his helmet, carrying the man's brain and most of his skull out the other side. The trooper fell, his body sprawling over the edge of the fountain, and Darr came limping around from the other side of the fountain, gun smoking.

"Thanks," Arnaut mumbled feebly.

"Anytime," he said, his voice strained from the pain in his leg. Arnaut grabbed his rifle out of the now even darker water and began firing into the crowd of enemies again, with renewed vigor. He'd just cheated death once, but a second time was almost too much to ask.

 
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Sergeant Arnaut
-=Wraith Squad=--=SL=-
SL/SGT Arnaut/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE

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

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

"Do you have any idea how long it takes to dig graves for twenty-three oak trees?" - Davram Bashere

Troopers surged in, their blasters firing wildly.

Darr-Rann dropped behind the fountain, muttering a short string of curses. He sprayed the medicine over his wound, waiting for it to jell up into a cover to stop the bleeding. He then took  his A280 and squeezed off a shot.

The squad leader noted the trooper fall, moving on to the next. He fired the shots in three round bursts, taking down troopers who were foolish enough to stand without cover. The wildcards were tearing into the enemy lines, but there were just so many of them  He gave up counting moments after the fight began.

There was a bang, and two troopers went flying, shrapnel tearing through their armor. He heard Squall call out a cry of triumph. Good aim. The squad leader thought, shifting slightly as a blaster bolt slammed down into the fountain in front of him. There was an echoing "BANG" sound, and a trooper went down, his helmet cracked from a direct hit. He looked up to the balcony to see Aphamos sighting down his sniper rifle.

Who knows. The squad leader thought. Maybe we can actually win this thing.
 
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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, SQUAD LEADER/ASSISTANT COMMANDER OF TRAINING
WARRANT OFFICER, 2ND CLASS
Communications Technician
Part time Webmaster Guy
"DICTATOR DARR"
Clearly Canadian!

Rogue abandoned his sniper rifle and picked up the E-11 blaster off of the dead trooper and hurried up the staircase. When he reached the top Rogue ran along the railings a few bolts flew by striking the wall one of them searing a piece of his plastoid as it skinned the armour. A nearby table stacked with pictures of the Commanding Officers offered Rogue protection as he mentally apologized to the Grand Moff before he flipped the thick heavy table over and used it as protection.

The Raiders ASL looked at his pauldron and saw that the rounded side of it was indeed scorched from a flying blaster bolt and this made him mad. Rogueboy stood up from his cover and switched the E-11 to automatic fire, holding down the trigger he fired off a weak spray that was more for effect then real damage. It never ceased to amaze Rogue how weak the E-11 was compared to the A280.

Sergeant Rogueboy took cover under the desk as a hail of gunfire flew overhead trying to remove him, while under cover Rogue checked his ammo and realized he was almost out, reaching for a reload he felt his hands graze .50 slug ammo. Shit.

 
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Raiders
Faithful To The End
Heavy Weapons Specialist
He will give them death, and they will love him for it -Gladiator
Eat a hearty breakfast men, for tonight we dine in hell -King Leonidas, 300
Clearly Canadian!

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

Colonel TJ and the3djedi stayed with Rizzit and the rest of the retirees in the armory. There wasn't enough armor for everyone plus the guests, so they decided to stay with their old friend. Kami stayed too, trying to get Rizzit to come-to. Jyse Toklar was busy with MaraJade attempting to restore control to rightful people. Being two certified Slicers, they were confident between the two of them would be able to handle things. the3djedi looked at TJ.

"I know what you're thinking Jed, but there's nothing I can do. I can only read his thoughts, not convince him to wake up!" TJ said.

"But you're a Jedi! Can't you manipulate him?" the3djedi pleaded.

"Dark Jedi." TJ corrected. "I can make his body dance if you'd like, but nothing that would cause him to snap out of his supposed coma."

"Supposed coma?"

"Well, I don't think he's truly in a coma. He's definately out of it, but I don't think its coma-like. Thank stars for that."

In the meantime, Kami kept shaking Rizzit in an attempt to wake him. She was convinced that it was only a stun shot that they shot Rizzit with. After all, they wanted to take him to Thrawn.

"Rizzy! Wake up! Rizz! Rizz..." she shook.

Rizzit's body twitched. "ugh....O..t..t..o...? Wh...at....ha...pp...en...ed?"

"Rizz...it's Kami! Thrawn attacked us! There's an entire batallion outside waiting for just you!"

"K...a...m...i? You....bet...ter....get....to...the....tro...ops. I'll....be...fine..." Rizzit said as he passed out again.

TJ approached Kami from the left. "Kami, Jedi and I are more than capable of watching him until he's finally back to decent combat shape."

Kami shook her head. "I don't like the idea, but you're right. Send him on when he's better! I'm headed to the east gate!" she said as she dashed off.
 
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High Colonel Rizzit BlackHeart
~ Wildcard Platoon ~
Phoenix Company Commander
Army of the Vast Empire
CC/PC/HCOL
Rizzit/1PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[OPE][OTH][EW1][RCoD][CRoM][CoH][OPA][SoA][SoS][SCP]
"Everything expressed truly from your heart and soul is as pure as gold in the minds of anyone who listens!"--Rizzit

Darr-Rann drove the vibrodagger into the stormtrooper's stomach, pressing hard and drawing the blade upwards to widen the wound further. The soldier slumped and Darr-Rann pushed forward, sending the corpse splashing back into the fountain.

"Asshole." The squad leader muttered. The man had charged his position, suppressing him with heavy fire until he was at melee range. Luckily, the stormtrooper proved to be quite ineffective in matters of hand-to-hand combat.

The sound of heavy footsteps reached Darr's ears. Looking up, he watched the power-armored stormtrooper run up and crash through the fountain, heedlessly smashing down the centerpiece and sending water spraying everywere. The squad leader grunted and rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding a swipe from armor's plated hand. Damn. The squad leader though. This isn't gonna be easy.

Darrr-Rann fired his A280 once, the bolts burning small holes in the armor but causing no serious harm to it's owner. The man wrapped his arms around him, almost as if embracing him. Darr-Rann gasped as the man squeezed the air out of his lungs. There was a loud banging sound, and a sniper round pierced the mech's shoulder. Darr-Rann gasped as the man loosened his grip, and managed to pull his arm free and drew his knife, plunging it into the side of the head armor. The powered blade bit into the armor, and he pushed until the metal point bit through skull and brain. The armor convulsed wildly as it's owner trashed, then dropped and was still. Darr-Rann crawled forward and withdrew the blade, then wiped it off. Not so tough after all.
 
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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, SQUAD LEADER/ASSISTANT COMMANDER OF TRAINING
WARRANT OFFICER, 2ND CLASS
Communications Technician
Part time Webmaster Guy
"DICTATOR DARR"
Clearly Canadian!

A crash behind Rogue caught his attention as he tried to remember what was in the rooms behind him then realized he could not remember. Rogue flung his useless E-11 to the side and withdrew his blaster pistol for one hand and his gladius for the other. Rogue proceeded slowly towards the door; using his leg he kicked at the door as hard he could. The weak designer door opened up giving Rogue a glimpse of Thrawn stormtroopers entering through a window as the door hit the wall and bounced back closing Rogue's view.

Crap. "They're looping around us and coming up the window." Rogue yelled to everyone and no one as he dropped to his stomach as blaster bolts tore through the door. The blasts subsided and the door reminded Rogue of a certain cheese that was dominant on Coruscant. A crash behind Rogue made him turn around and look over his shoulder, the familiar build of Leon emerged and he ran at the door firing his A280 like a lunatic screaming in an incoherent tone. Three of the four stormtroopers were killed as they were riddled with blasts while the fourth was caught reloading.

A click emerged from Leon's blaster signaling that he was empty, Rogue stood up and stepped into the room firing a single shot from his blaster pistol that hit the enemy stormtrooper in the chest. The single shot did not kill the stormtrooper however the fall from the window did. Rogue went to the window and looked down and saw that other Thrawn soldiers were scaling the walls in an attempt to surround the Vast Imperial Stormtroopers.

 
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Raiders
Faithful To The End
Heavy Weapons Specialist
He will give them death, and they will love him for it -Gladiator
Eat a hearty breakfast men, for tonight we dine in hell -King Leonidas, 300
Clearly Canadian!

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

Leon and Rogue entered another one of the rooms and found a member of Dark Dragoons looking outside a window. "They're climbing their way up." Darian said as he stared in mute fascination as the Thrawnist troops made headway on the walls.

The Raiders ASL grabbed the nearest thing, which happened to be a small bust of Grand General Fury, and dropped it out the window. The bust fell and struck the foremost trooper on his helmet knocking him from the wall. As he fell he struck another trooper and both of them screamed in terror as the ground rose up to meet them.

The three troopers made there way to the next room, passing by the carnage that ensued not twenty feet below them. Rogue was the first to enter the room and was met with a stun blast from a Thrawn soldier. The ASL began laughing as the enemy soldier tried to change from stun to blaster fire, Rogue grabbed the enemy's arm and lifted it while sliding his blade in one of the plastoid armour's weak spot; the armpit. The blade slid through and made a shish kebab of the man's vital organs.

Darian moved over to the window and looked down, upon seeing a trooper Darian grabbed a nearby mouse droid and dropped it out the window. The droid squeaked on its way down but stopped when it made contact with a trooper's head.

Rogue looked at Darian who explained himself. "I always hated those things."


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Raiders
Faithful To The End
Heavy Weapons Specialist
He will give them death, and they will love him for it -Gladiator
Eat a hearty breakfast men, for tonight we dine in hell -King Leonidas, 300
Clearly Canadian!

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

Sam's face was covered in blood and scorched flesh. He continued on with out any acknowledgement of the damage to the right side of his face. His Zabrak Will allows him to ignore the pain.

Urakai rolled a grenade out the gate into the group of Thrawn Stormtroopers. They noticed the small explosive and scattered. For one it was too late. The man in the white armor was torn apart by the blast. Humanoid flesh was splattered about with bits of scorched black armor in it.

Johndon cringed back at the sight of the horrid sight. Being a new guy to the army, he had not seen any action was not used to the gore of military battles. He was not the only one with a look of fear; the other green members of the Dark Dragoons had similar looks on their faces.

The group continued to fire out of the door into the on coming enemy forces.

 
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*DarkDragoons*


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

Aphamos instinctively cocked his sniper rifle and zoomed back into Darr's position.  "MOVE TO THE LEFT, THE LEFT!" yelled Aphamos over his comlink as his squad leader strafed to the left, allowing Aphamos to get a shot off at the enemy that was chasing Darr.  "RIGHT NOW, RIGHT!  AND WATCH YOUR GODDAM FLANK!"  Aphamos cracked off another three shots, taking out two enemies and bringing one to his feet.  Pulling out one of his pistols, Aphamos took care of the trooper that was on the ground and grasping his leg, trying to reach for a weapon of his own.

"DARR, FALL BACK, FALL BACK!  THEY ARE PRESSING FORWARD WITH ANOTHER LINE!"  Darr-Rann strafed to the left again, getting behind some cover as more troops flooded into the barraged entrance.  Aphamos looked closely at some of the troops who had just entered, paying specific attention to the weapons they were carrying.  SHIT.  Shit, shit, shit.

Some of the enemies that had flooded in were wearing special armor, a green stripe going down the sides of their arm pads.  The troopers were carrying rocket launchers and had come in to finally dispose of everyone inside.  Everyone.

The squad leader opened fire at the troops who had just entered, aiming mostly at the soldiers who were wearing the special armor.  "TAKE OUT THE ONES WITH THE GREEN!" yelled Aphamos, aiming his rifle and firing at one of the troops.  Deciding that getting close to the enemy was the best option, Aphamos dropped his sniper rifle and sprinted down the stairs, pulling out his dual wields with one hand and readying a grenade with the other hand.  Well, here goes nothing, he thought to himself as he pulled the pin off of his grenade and threw it at the group of enemies.  The explosive erupted, sending shrapnel everywhere.

Aphamos raised his pistols and started a shower of bullets toward the enemy.  Well, at least conservation is out of the question.

 
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Raiders

War is cruelty. There's no use trying to reform it, the crueler it is the sooner it will be over.
--William Tecumseh Sherman--

Though the West side was reporting success, if not just temporary, things were looking pretty rough down the east wing.

The waves of Thrawn's troopers seemed endless. Every time Zafo or another fellow Dragoon dropped an enemy to the ground, another would quickly take its place. The once beautiful interior of the building was almost in complete ruin. He was curious how they would repair everything to make it seem like none of this ever happened.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zafo saw a white form take cover behind a pillar to his right. A few seconds later, the barrel of a rifle was sticking from around the corner, aimed directly at Zafo. He rolled over onto his side, dodging the carefully aimed shot. He raised his rifle in response a pressed down on the trigger.

Nothing.

Zafo's hands scrambled around his belt frantically for an energy clip, but his efforts were fruitless.

"A little help!" The Gunnery Sergeant shouted, scrambling to his feet and running for a safer hiding place. The enemy soldier sprinted out from behind the pillar after Zafo, but was cut short when Kami let three shots rip into his back.

"I'm almost dry too!" Urakai shouted, taking cover beside Zafo.

The waves of enemy troopers continued to enter. The sudden lack for retaliation was all they needed to start pouring in, outnumbering the defenders too significantly. They also started pouring in through doors on the side, making their entrance through the windows.

It had immediately become evident that holding off Thrawn's forces from this point was now a lost cause.

"Fall Back!" Sam commanded with a booming voice.
"We've held this front for long enough! We need a fresh spot and desperately need more ammo!"


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~ZaFo

*DarkDragoons*

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