Sam left the conference room with the rest of the squad leaders. He pulled out his data pad and sent an alert to all of the Dark Dragoons to meet in the Dark Dragoons' quarters of the VSD Dominion for the briefing.

The ship was massive and it took a little longer to get where one was going. Sam forced himself to walk briskly to make it to the Dark Dragoons' quarters with in a timely manner. As he progressed through the long hallways, there were troopers and officers scurrying about going this way and that. Anyone not knowing exactly what they were doing or where they were going could easily be scooped up into the rush and get lost.

It took the squad leader roughly five minutes to make it to the living quarters. He paused and relaxed himself a bit prior to entering the door. As he moved in there were six troopers sitting on bunks and chatting. One noticed that their squad leader had entered and snapped to attention.

"There is no need for that with me, Private," Sam said sending the trooper a quick salute, "Alright everyone gather 'round for some info."

The Dragoons rearranged themselves to be facing their squad leader and Zafo took a seat next to Sam as he prepared for the briefing.

"Our orders are to take care of some communications on the planet of Abregado-rae. We need to start off by identifying potential enemy forces when we land and we need to identify potential allies. By order of the Prefect of the Army, we are to give all credit to civilians and should we work with them, they need to be allowed to be 'Glory Hogs,' the Zabrak began, "We will be escorted planet side in civilian crafts.  Are there any questions?"

A hand shot into the air. Urakai began to speak, "Sir, what does it look like we will be up against while we are down there?"

"From what our intelligence says is that the opposing forces are well-equipped, highly motivated, and confident in their abilities to fend off attacks. Along with this, we are told that they are expected to stand and fight against, surround, and wait for reinforcements to mop up Imperial forces. They don't like Thrawn or us, which makes our armor a force multiplier against us. Anything else?"

"Yes, when are we expected to leave?" said Zafo.

"We are due to leave within the next few hours. So get your gear ready and meet up in the hangar. From there we will be transported to a nearby space station and moved on to a civilian craft. If there is nothing else you are dismissed."

[OOC: You guys can post about gathering gear, having a quick drink, moving to the hangar. Once everyone is there we will set off for the planet.]

 
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*DarkDragoons*


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

Orobos got up from the bunk and walked over to get his gear, once again banging his head on the pipe that Crossed the ceiling. He'd had his armour modified as the military didn't stock uniforms
to fit his build. He wore two gauntlets, a large front armour plate and shoulder pads with the Vast Empire insignia on it. He wore a sort of small spyglass that covered one of his eyes that gave him the enhancements that the helmet visor usually gave. He also wore the utility belt with a re-breather on it just in case. He got the rest of his gear ready. He took out the sling for his vibro axe. He picked up his axe and balanced it in the palm of his hand and smiled. It gave him a comforting feeling knowing he had it with him.

Once he was done he thought he would go to get a drink and maybe have a quick bite to eat while there. He stepped out the door and suddenly realised that he didn't know where the bar was. It only took him twenty minutes to find it though. It was easy to get through the crowd as he could see over all there heads easily. Once there he ordered a large glass of Whyren's Reserve. There were three people down the other end of the bar who kept glancing at him over their drinks. He got up and walked over to a table farther away from them. There was something strange about them, they didn't seem to be the same as everyone else. One got up and walked toward him. He tensed and balled his hand into a fist. He sat down in front of him and looked around shiftily. Then he said in a low voice "Hey... you wanna buy some Ryll spice?" Orobos looked at him shocked. He hadn't expected anyone in the VE to be selling drugs, though now that he looked at them properly there uniforms were just grey tunics with the VE logo stitched on them though at first glance they seemed real. He stood up and the man got up as well. He motioned to his friends and they left quickly. The bar tender looked over at Orobos and said "Hope your not causing any trouble in my bar?" Orobos finished his drink and left to get back to his quarters.

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TRP/PVC Orobos/2nd Squad/ 1st platoon/ 1st Company/ 1st Battalion/ 1st Regiment

In the past couple of months, the improvement of Zafo's mental state was nothing short of incredible. The doctors believed he would have to take the medication consistently for many years for any real healing to be done. However, despite his excellent progress, it was unsure if he would ever be completely cured. Because no risks could be taken with his condition, the medication was, and probably always would be, mandatory.

The condition improvements translated into career improvements within the Vast Empire. Zafo now found himself bearing the rank of Sergeant First Class. Perhaps even more significant was his re-instatement to a position of power within the Dark Dragoons as Assistant Squad Leader. The massive campaign that was about to begin was the "cherry on top", so to speak.

"How d'you feel about the mission?" Inquired the Zabrak seated beside Zafo as the rest of the squad filed out of the briefing room. The two had been squadmates since their days as Privates. Every mission of their careers had been shared.

"I feel good about it," Replied Zafo, "though I do admit, I am skeptical about wearing our stormie gear if all it's going to cause us is trouble. I've never been the hugest fan of the suits."

"If you don't like the suits, go join the New Republic." Sam retorted with a laugh. "Though I do see your point..."

With a shrug Zafo rose and turned towards the door. "I'm going to get my stuff ready, you know where you'll be able to find me afterwards."

The relative silence was shattered as Zafo merged his way into the hallways of the VSD Dominion. The many Vast Empire personnel rushed about; all focused on reaching their destinations. Luckily, it was not long before Zafo reached the privacy of his lodging quarters. The majority of his belongings were still sitting in boxes on the floor of his new condo back on Tadath, but all his combat devices were stored neatly in what had been his "home" for the past week or so.

Zafo organized the usual set-up of equipment. He prepped his E-11 Marksman edition and gold-plated pistol. He strapped a couple of grenades to his utility belt and took out some of his pieces of clothing that had their "little secrets". Getting his things together had become relatively simple since he discovered his preferred set-up.

Once he was done, Zafo took a glance at the time.

"Just as I hoped. Zafo thought, when he saw there was still quite a while before the Dragoons were to be shipped off.

Zafo made his way into the bustling corridors once again, with only one destination in mind: the bar.

 
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~ZaFo

*DarkDragoons*

ASL/SFC ZaFo/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/VE [BC] [EW2]

Live Fast, Ride Faster.

After all the others had left, Sam stood up and headed to his quarters to pack up his gear. Right after he entered he headed to his weapons chest. He kicked the lid open and kneeled down to rummage through his weapons. He pulled out his dual DC-15s blaster pistols. He placed them to the side with the holsters along with his E-11 rifle. The Zabrak stood up and shut his weapons case. He headed to his armor locker and pulled out his basic storm trooper armor. Rather than placing it along with his weapons he put it into a large duffle bag with the rest of his civilian clothes. Just before Sam shut his locker he tossed a long black trench coat onto the duffle bag.

He waltzed over to the chair near his bed and took a seat and leaned back. This was his time to take a moment and prepare mentally for the upcoming mission. As he settled and began to think about potential ways the mission could go, he began to doze a bit.

                                  * * *
It was raining outside in the alley behind the large cantina. Sam was squared off with a large twi'lek, who was pulling out a rather small pistol. The Zabrak gave out a chuckle at the sight and pulled out his hold-out blaster. The twi'lek fired striking Sam in the shoulder. Sam returned fire and planted a shot in the big twi'lek's fat head. The twi'lek fell to the floor with a squish and a thud.
                                  * * *
   
Sam jerked himself awake. He rubbed his face, stretched, and headed out of his quarters to the bar. When he entered the corridor the wall of sound of everyday work startled him. He was slammed back into the universe from his own. He passed a dining commons and a few other living quarters before he finally made it to the bar.

The Zabrak entered the bar and took a seat at the bar without taking a look around to see if he knew anyone. He ordered his drink and began to relax. Moments later, someone came up behind him and poked him in the shoulder.

"Hey Sam. I've got some news for you," said a voice.

Sam swiveled around to see Rizzit standing behind him, "Oh yeah?"

 
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*DarkDragoons*


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

Tanus walked towards the bar with his Ryyk Blade strapped to his back and his DC-15s in its holster at his side. When Tanus bought the Ryyk Blade, he brought straight to the Weapon Smith in his barracks to make it lighter. It took some time, but eventually, they cut the weight down to barely five kilograms and added a hand guard, making it the perfect substitute for a Bagua Broadsword.

As Tanus walked into the bar, he saw his Squad Leader, Sam, talking with the platoon commander, Rizzit. Hmmm, something must be up if Rizzit is down here right before a mission... Tanus thought to himself. The bartender, a scruff Aqualish, came walking over.

"What'll ye have?" he asked in a grizzled voice.

"Get me Tarisian Ale, on the rocks," Tanus said.

Tanus sat back and turned, watching as all of the troops walked around and out of the cantina. Tanus continued his sweep of the area, noticing some people playing sabbacc, while others played pazaak to pass the time. Tanus turned as the barkeep brought him his drink. Tanus sipped on the cool, amber liquid, feeling a slight burn as it went down. "Damn, this stuff is strong..." Tanus said to himself. Tanus continued on with his drink as his ASL, Zafo, took a seat next to him.

"Hey there, kid. How're you liking the new squad?"

"Tanus put his drink down. "I'm loving it. Feels like I'm gonna stay here for a long time."

That brought a smile to Zafo's face. "That's good to hear."

Zafo took a sip of his drink and held it in front of his face.

"You ready for the mission?"

Tanus nodded. "Yeah, I have everything I need, right here." Tanus pointed to his back, duffel and pistol.

"Heh, good to hear it."
 
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CPL Tanus Solvona/1SQD/2PLT/1CMP/1RGT/1BAT//VEA/VE


*DarkDragoons*


+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +

Alater's eyes snapped open as the familar scent wafted into his nose. He had been half meditating and half resting by their shuttle in the hangar. His gear, what little there was not on his person, was already stowed away in the back, including the rest of his stormtrooper armor. His grenades and kit were also stowed, just incase.

As he rose Alater turned his head towards the source of the smell and at first only saw a technician struggling with a bag, and then he saw Sam. Alater intercepted the technician and removed the bag from him easily, and then turned to follow Sam back to the shuttle. Alater made a small bow when he came before Sam.

"Good afternoon DeathLeader. May we hunt with glory today." Alater said as he rose from his bow, a sly, possibly sinister smile, on his face.

"There is no need for that Private. My name is Sam." Sam said without more than a turn of his head and a nod of acknowledgement.

"Yes DeathLeader." Alater said with the same smile as he turned to walk by his squadleader. Inside Alater placed the bad carefully beside his own and secured it tightly, and then proceeded back to the ramp. There he stood behind and to the left of Sam, legs spread slightly, hands clasped behind his back, and eyes closed.
 
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TRP/PFC Alater Osted/2ndSQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA
*DarkDragoons*

Maybe it was the fact he had been gone for the better part of this year and the one prior. Maybe, it was because he felt bad he had left in such a hurry to handle matters at home. Hell, maybe he just missed the army life.

Whatever it was, Giovanni Bryden felt an anxiety like he had only felt it one time before.

The ride from Coruscant was relatively unpleasant. Civilian transport was never his thing. Upon arriving on Tadath, however, Giovanni began to realize that this really was home. Everything in neat order, not an object or person out of place; the strict military discipline a huge contrast to unruly and chaotic world he had just left. It was no secret that Coruscant, especially its lower levels, was a dump.

There was no time for formalities, however. As much as he would have loved to take a stroll through the grounds, and even sneak off to have a drink or two, time was of the essence. The Dragoons would soon take off for their new mission, and although he had missed the briefing, and for the most part, knew nothing about the state of the squad or the army for that matter, he was eager to get back into action.

***
A short sleep later, the craft reached the orbiting behemoth that was the Dominion.

"Good thing im all packed," thought Gio to himself, as he glanced down at a holopad. He would be cutting it close, but it seemed like he would make it, if just barely. The Dominion was a large ship, but  luckily the walk from one hangar bay to another did not present a challenge, even if he was carrying all his armor and weapons in the same black duffel bag he had been using for the last two and a half years.

He was anxious alright. And maybe a little nervous.

Do they remember me? Am i even welcome? Are my friends still around?

He felt the dull thud of guilt pressing down on his broad chest. He had, in some ways, deserted the squad. It wasn't his fault his father was in grave health. He was the eldest son after all, and he had to take after the rest of the family. But maybe his departure was a bit too rash.

Shaking off the bad thoughts in his head, he noticed that the entrance to the hangar bay was only a couple dozen yards away. He checked the datapad again. 2 minutes remaining. I really did cut it close.

Walking through the door he saw the shuttle, and nothing else. The rest of the squad was inside, stowing their equipment and strapping themselves in.

Just like old times... he thought, partly reflecting and partly trying to convince himself.

Just like old times...

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*DarkDragoons*

*Senior Sergeant Giovanni A. Bryden*

TRP/SSGT Giovanni Bryden/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoR][ES1C]

Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

Sam was still standing outside the shuttle ramp. He saw Zafo and Tanus entering through the hangar door. The two had all their gear with them. When they made it to the shuttle, the same squirrelly technician came up and took their larger bags to be stored in the underside compartment. Sam gave them a nod and they headed up the ramp on to the shuttle.

"Well, that's the last of them," Sam thought to himself. He turned and headed up the ramp himself. As he entered he spotted Rizzit snoozing in one of the seats near the front of the shuttle. He paused thinking whether he should risk waking him up to inform everyone of his presence or not. The Zabrak opted not to do so and shuffled everyone a little ways to the rear of the shuttle.

"If anyone didn't notice, we have a guest on this mission. Our platoon commander is going to be tagging along with us," the Zabrak started, "So, we need to our best. That's really all I have about that. Oh, and try to keep it down a little bit, he is asleep and all up there."

Sam headed back to his seat at the front of the shuttle. He just settled into his seat when a familiar face appeared in front of him. Sam jumped to his feet with lightning speed.

"GIO!" Sam shouted without thinking. Everyone on the shuttle jumped at the sudden outburst.

"Damn it Sam! I was just&" Rizzit yelled, but cut off quickly when he saw Giovanni standing at the front of the shuttle.

"Looks like they do remember me, at least those that were around when I was," Giovanni thought to himself.

"This is quite the surprise," Sam chuckled, "We were just getting ready to depart. So, grab a seat and either Zafo or I will get you up to date on our mission that is if you aren't already."

Giovanni took a seat in the middle of the shuttle. Everyone else took their seats and the shuttle departed the VSD Dominion. The trip to a nearby civilian space station was only a few minutes away. The Dragoons would move from their current shuttle into a civilian one for their trip to Abregado-rae.

It seemed to Sam as though he had just closed his eyes when the pilot alerted the passengers that they were preparing to land on the space station. It was a quick and subtle drop to the landing platform. The Dragoons and Rizzit filed out and headed over to the large public transport ship that would take them to their final destination.

As the Dragoons boarded the civilian ship there was a screen giving estimated times of arrival to the different stops that this ship would be making. Abregado-rae was the first on the list. The time given was roughly six hours from that particular moment.

Sam looked about and took notice that there were very few people on this shuttle. He moved inwards and took as seat, followed by the rest of the Dragoons and Rizzit.

[OOC: next poster needs to get us en route to our mission planet. Remember it is going to take us some time to get there.]

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*DarkDragoons*


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

Orobos had finally managed to get comfortable when the pilot was announcing that they were about to land. They got of and made towards the Public shuttle which would take them to Abregado-rae. They seemed to get across quickly enough and not haveing to go through security checks. Everything seemed to be organised for them.


They boarded the public shuttle and it wasn't long before they were departing. He leaned back thinking he might have a sleep before they got there. But when he closed his eyes he found that it nearly impossible to do. The noise of the multiple engines seemed to increase when he shut his eyes. He opened them and thought it was pointless to try. He didn't feel up to going through his gear again and he didn't think it very clever to be taking stormtrooper armour and weapons out of bag when on a public shuttle and they were to remain inconspicuous on this mission after all.


He decided to stretch his legs a bit and got up and started walking around the room. After a while he got bored of this and moved to sit down again and try to get some sleep before the mission. He closed his eyes.


He was in a crowd of people. A few of which were his kind but most of them weren't. His father was beckoning to him. He started through the crowed when suddenly there was the sound of a blaster going of and a terrible pain. He spun around and leapt on a Rodian. His comrades moved to help him.


Orobos opened his eyes. And stood up. The dream had unnerved him.. he hadn't had one like that in a while. He didn't want this sort of anxiety while on the mission so he started walking again.

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TRP/PVC Orobos/2nd Squad/ 1st platoon/ 1st Company/ 1st Battalion/ 1st Regiment
Dark Dragoons

Only those who stay vigilent will be rewarded.. those who don't will be left for dead.

Looking around the ship, Hector casually stretched out his arms, and his fingers, giving them a little twist here, and there. After having been in the ship for a while his back was getting a little edgy so he walked side to side merely trying to get a hold of himself. This mission was going to be something that Hector had little to know about but rather he wanted to see what was out there other than the planet Coruscant. 

Having been on Coruscant, and being taught all those lessons proved to be rather useful. Like the scientific methods learned in the classroom. That later came to use in the ship where he could look at his gear, and begin annotating the distances between the nearest groove on the gun and how long the chamber was, and what was the average energy level in a storm trooper blaster.

Hector was intrigued by all that he knew and came to learn along the way, and made notes in his journal on the flight to there destination. The crew aboard the ship seemed rather nice to him but talking to one another in open daylight was not something to do when they had a mission to focus on so Hector rather than talking was thinking about his next move when he would make it off the ship ramp.

The shuttle was on its way to Abregado-rae and rather it was a good or bad looking planet was not on Hector's mind. It was the fact of reaching it and seeing the new things.
 
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Rank: Private First Class
CallSign: Hector_Vandaval
Group: Army of the Vast Empire
Platoon: WildCard
Squad: Dark Dragoons - Mechanized Infantry
ID: TRP/PFC Hector_Vandaval/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAM/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/VE[LoR]
Gamertag: [VE]Hector_Vandaval
*DarkDragoons*

The only thing that could usually do away with Giovanni's jitters were a decent nap. In these conditions, however, shut-eye was impossible. The engines hummed, the steel creaked on ocassion, and the entire place smelled like the inside of a cantina. He couldn't take it anymore.

He looked over to Sam to strike up a conversation and saw that he had finally nodded off and was getting some rest. He wouldn't bother him to take his mind off things.

Looking back to the back of the shuttle he saw that mostly everyone was dozing off, including the squad members. He ran a mental checklist of the squad members. The ones he could remember at least. Zafo was sleeping, but had the look of a person that was taking note of everything he heard in the room, ready to spring up at any sign of danger. Sam had a look on his face like that of a corpse. No expression. The only thing he observed is that his eyes were moving rapidly under his lids, a sure sign that he was having a dream, or even a nightmare. Hector, the rookie, seemed a little eager and continued to scan the room. Giovanni wanted to tell him to relax and try to blend in, but that would attract unecessary attention from any of the other passengers on the shuttle.

To his embarassment, the names and faces of the rest of the squad escaped him.

"All in due time," he said to himself. There would be plenty of opportunities to bond with the rest of them. After all, nothing brings a squad together like lasers scorching the air around them.

He got up and stretched, looked around to see if anyone was watching him, and zipped up his jacket. He made his way down the aisle and to the back of the shuttle. Maybe ill check my equipment now while everyone is asleep. Wouldn't want any of the passengers to see me cleaning an E-11 blaster and polishing an Army issue helmet... it might make things interesting.

Walking through the stacked boxes of cargo, Gio noticed a tall, broad shadow projecting itself onto the floor of the bay. He held his breath, and brought his hand down near the concealed blaster held close to his chest. He watched the dark figure intently, and walked out to confront it.

It was Alater.

His finger lessened its death grip on the trigger, and he gave a quiet sigh of relief.

"Don't you think that's a little excessive there, Private...?" he asked the reptilian creature. His tail spun and then relaxed again as he turned to face the Sergeant.

Giovanni had a hard time listening to what Alater had to say. He was taken aback by the sheer size and build of the creature. The pointed teeth and amber eyes seemed to hypnotize him for a moment. It was no secret why the Barabel were some of the most feared aliens in the galaxy.

"...stealth i understand is necessary, but sometimes bigger weapons help." the creature finished, with a low growl. At least he agreed with him on something. Giovanni nodded and made his way back to his seat. There was nothing for him in the cargo room anymore. He had stretched out. He just wanted to get back to his seat and try to relax again.

Alater growled again and sat down at the back of the shuttle. Over the sound of people coughing and chattering low in alien tongues, he heard him utter "Rest well deathmember. Soon we embark on the hunt."

Deathmember...That's a funny way to put it..

He looked down at his wrist and saw that they were now only 2 hours away from their destination. If he wanted to get any rest, he'd have to start soon.


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*DarkDragoons*

*Senior Sergeant Giovanni A. Bryden*

TRP/SSGT Giovanni Bryden/2SQD/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoR][ES1]

Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

Tanus sat about halfway in the transport, which gave him some room to meditate in peace. At least, at first it did. Tanus was shaken when Rizzit yelled at the lot of them for disturbing his slumber. Tanus smirked a little. So this is Dark Dragoon squad, eh? I think I'll like it here. Tanus closed his eyes again, and went back to meditating, feeling his chi rising within him.

4 HOURS E.T.A

Tanus was meditating as he had been for hours already when he got the urge to clean his sword. Tanus turned behind around and grabbed his modified Ryyk blade. He took it out of the sheath and stood up and began to floret it in his hands, twirling it at various angles in his hands.

Tanus sat back down after about 10 minutes of that and took out a black stone and started to sharpen the blade, He ran the stone along the blade's flat surface, hearing the blade's edge sliding against the cool surface of the rock. He did both sides before moving on to actually cleaning it, which required a special solution of ionized water. After applying it, he dried it off and set it back in his sheath. He was just about to start meditating again when Urukai, his ARC squad compatriot, walked in the room.

"Hey, Tanus. We're getting a game of Sabaac going. You in?"

Tanus nodded. "Yeah, I'm in, I've got nothing else to do anyway."

The two headed up to one of the forward rooms where Alater, Orobos and Hector were seated. Hector extended his hand to Tanus.

"Greetings. I am Hector Vandaval. I'm the Dark Dragoon's newest member."

Tanus took the hand and shook it.

"Welcome aboard, Hector. I'm new myself, so we're in the same boat."

Tanus took a seat next to Urukai.

"OK, who's dealing?"

Someone threw the deck at Tanus. Tanus simply shook his head as he started to shuffle.

It never fails.

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CPL Tanus Solvona/2SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA [EW1]


*DarkDragoons*


+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +

(OOC: Sorry for the late post :OOC)

For most of the trip Urakai had gone unnoticed by the squad, although his presence was known. He had been sitting in silence, listening to every galactic basic word and alien sounds alike. He was not the social type, although he had played a few Sabaac games with his squad mates. The most part of the trip he was sitting isolated from the rest of the squad, in the right bottom corner of the public transport. His seat was comfortable enough to allow him to dose off. He and one other person travelling on the ship were wearing a full black outfit, with black cargo pants and a civilian/formal type jacket over his black undershirt, which made them stand out. It was only until two hours had passed, that he finally became bored and walked over to a few of his squad mates who were apparently playing Sabaac.

"May I play?" Urakai asked softly, waiting for a reply.

At first, they did not know he was apart of the squad, but agreed anyway. Urakai smirked at the thought that they didn't know who he was.

Then Orobos who had arrived shortly before Urakai mentioned, "We're still short of players."

"Don't worry, I'll get someone." Urakai stated before sitting up and walked back to the halfway of the transport.

He them saw Tanus, who was his former ARC squad mate.

He was just placing his sword back from where he had got it from when Urakai said, "Hey, Tanus. We're getting a game of Sabaac going. You in?"

Tanus nodded, "Yeah, I'm in, I've got nothing else to do anyway."

They both moved up and sure enough, there on a little setup table sat Alater, Orobos and Hector. Hector was the first to speak, introducing himself to Tanus.

"OK, who's dealing?" Tanus asked.

Alater smiled and pushed the deck across the table at Tanus, who simply shook his head and began dealing.

As he was dealing, Orobos soon asked, "Ohh, you know Tanus?

Urakai nodded.

"Ohh, so you must be apart of-" Orobos wasn't able to finish it before Urakai smirked and nodded again.

The ship was still keeping its speed the same, indicating that the planet wasn't visible yet.

An entire hour had rolled passed Urakai's mind before he finally got up and headed back for his original seat.

"Later." Tanus waved as the rest just nodded in a 'see ya' way.

Urakai sat down in his seat and gave a short sigh as he closed his eyes. Before he retired for the little time he would get, he felt his jackets for his two short vibro blades. They were safely tucked inside, ready for use if needed. It would not be long before the mission took way, and when you had been gone an entire month, the battle sensation became cold. He would need them to warm it up.


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Urakai

*Dark Dragoons*
CPL Urakai/2SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA [LoR] [RoM]

Alater had never been one for Sabaac, the game always ended with people losing limbs on his planet. It was made to build tension and anger and requiered little skill. Alater's solution to watching people play Sabaac, was to not watch people play Sabaac. He stayed in his seat and utterly ignored them, but something caught his eye.

There, a rodian speaking to a human, wasn't all that uncommon even with the Galactic Empire's old views of xenophobia, but the human caught his eye. The way the man moved was like that of a hunter, one stalking a prey. None of this would have disturbed him much had not been for where his eyes lay: on Alater's DeathMembers.

As Alater watched, the rodian turned to him, and then the human, but Alater turned their stares away with a glare and a show of teeth. His new blaster pistols was holstered behind his back, and he considered going for it, but that was not part of The Hunt. These two would cause trouble though.

Alater settled for watching them, closely.

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TRP/PFC Alater Osted/2ndSQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA
*DarkDragoons*

Sam looked up as Zafo nudged him. He got the message and took a look at his data pad for the time. He relaxed a bit back into his seat. He began to think about all the possible things that could be the major problem Zafo had mentioned.

The tall Zabrak lifted himself from the seat and headed down the aisle to the washroom. He entered casually, doing his best to act as if nothing was wrong. As he entered he whistled a popular tune from Courisant. Zafo was standing at a sink at the far end of the room. Sam headed that way and occupied the sink next to his squad mate.

"So, what have you got?" Sam asked quietly.

"I overheard a couple of guys talking about a few of our guys. They spoke in Rodese in parts, but it sounds as if they know of our arrival," Zafo started.

"Are you sure they weren't talking about some else?" the Zabrak inquired.

"I certain they were talking about us. They mentioned about Gio and Alater checking on their equipment, obviously not by name."

"Hmm, this is a somewhat interesting turn of events. We should tell the guys to keep lower profiles."

"They also said they were going to tell their 'boss' when we reach planet side in docking bay 32B. I think that we need to keep an eye on these guys to see if we can get a bit more information."

"I agree and we will need to&" Sam was cut off by someone bursting through the washroom door. It was a small alien fumbling about. It was shocking that someone so small could be so noisy.

"&anyhow, we will need to check out said docking bay, I'll go inform Rizzit of this. I just hope he will be waking up , so I don't have to wake him," Sam said just a little bit more quiet, "You should try to get the rest of them too simmer down some."

Zafo nodded an acknowledgement as Sam turned and left.

 
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