Snipes pulled the disk out of the communications terminal onboard the Queen Tetra's Revenge. Being finished at the terminal, he rose and pulled his shotgun from desk, spun the heavy weapon around his finger and then holstered it on his side. He'd had it out to threaten some one with, now though the necessity had passed and he needed to make his way to Wraith barracks before the squad showed up and, hopefully, before Arnaut woke up. Not that there was any good reason to get there before he woke up except dramatic effect, Snipes pretty much came and went as he pleased weather he was supposed to or not.

As Snipes made his way towards the almost abandoned sector of the base that housed Wraith Squad he took in the early morning sights, chipper recruits, groggy recruits, annoyed veterans, birds, small animals and all the sounds of a place that had already been up for atleast an hour. Snipes sighed, knowing these people were hopeless, they took their jobs far too seriously. Of course as he made his way closer and closer to the Wraiths barracks activity slowed untill, finally, it ceased completely. Another few twists and turns in the complex corridors brought him to a parade grounds.

The dirt field had long ago grown over with grass, weeds, flowers and someones herb garden. Over it loomed the building housing the Wraith barracks. It wasn't much of building anymore, it was made to house four squads, but currently Wraith was the only one occupying it, and even they were rarely there. Snipes made his way to the front door, it had malfunctioned some time in the recent past and now the top half was open all the time, only the bottom slid at all. Snipes didn't bother opening it though and just stepped through the triangular hole. He continued onto the actual barracks and let himself in, the place was abandoned, as usual, Snipes looked at his watch and sighed.

It was 6 o'clock. The briefing was probably over. Arnaut had said something about using a briefing room in the main complex because the Wraith holoprojector wasn't working. Snipes though about fixing it, then, looking over to the lounge area, realized Fury was laying on the table, asleep. Snipes liked the idea and took himself to a couch and jumped on it, settled himself in and closed his eyes.

Of course, right before he managed to dozed off he heard the door slide open and a squads worth of people shuffle in. He sighed and sat up, groggily he noted each member of Wraith squad, he looked over at Fury, who let out a growl, a yawn and then glared at the squad as though he'd like to eat them. Snipes on the other hand picked Arnaut out of all the jokes about Snipes lazy-ness and snide remarks about missing the briefing. Snipes ignored them, grabbed Arnaut, and dragged him out away from everyone.

Finally shaking the last of the sleep from his head Snipes pulled the disk from somewhere within his sash and slapped it into Arnauts hand.

"This is a special encryption used by the few smugglers that actually bring supplies to the rebels in the hills, I can't remember what this group is called, it's somewhere on the disk, anyway, I have a friend who brings them food. He's one of those misguided souls who have wrapped themselves in altruism. The poor, sad man. Anyway, does mean he's reliable."

"Thanks, figured you'd know somebody who knew something." Arnaut tucked the disk into a pocket and turned away.

"I'm going back to bed now. Wake me before we go."
 
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{Comnet Hermit}
-=Wraith Squad=-
The few, The proud, The CrAZy RAIDERS.
TRP/GSG Sniping101/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA][CDS][CoR]

Stultior stulto fuisti, qui tabellis crederes!

With a metallic clang, the crate landed on the grill of the ship's hold. Three others like it sat stacked precariously on top of each other, barely filling the empty hold.  It would still be a while before the ship was loaded. Arnaut had the time to wait.

He leaned back on the crate and sipped his cup of caf. His thirteenth cup, actually. There were only a very few ways to be awake at this late hour, and none of them good for the body. His eye twitched involuntarily. He took another long gulp anyway. Tnepres came and sat down next to him, two cups in hand. He handed one to Arnaut who stared at him oddly before realized he'd already finished off the cup he was holding.

"Thanks," he mumbled.

"Couldn't sleep either?" Tnepres asked, adjusting his seat.

"Yeah. Came and watched the droids start loading the ship, got a cup and...well, yeah, here I am." Tnepres nodded and sipped on his cup. They stared in silence for many minutes as the droid loaded a fifth crate into the hold.

"Do you ever think about him?" Tnepres asked suddenly. He didn't need to say any more. Arnaut knew who he was. Dodge. He'd been taken by a sniper's round on their last mission.

"It's hard not too. He was so...eager. New to the job. And he died. We should've protected him better." Tnepres nodded, but something seemed to be troubling him. He didn't speak, and Arnaut didn't ask.

They sat in silence, and the droids continued their work. Eventually the blackness outside began to tinge with gray, and light brimmed on the horizon. First light, Arnaut had told the squad, was when they would be leaving. There had been extra repairs to be made on the ship, and Arnaut had decided to postpone the launch a bit longer. Someone elbowed Arnaut in the side and he woke with a start.

Kanderin stood beaming down at Arnaut, Fraot seemingly draped around him. Both looked as if they hadn't slept much that night. Come to think of it, they probably hadn't.

"When you said be here by first light, I thought you meant awake, sarge!" Arnaut chuckled and picked up his dented cup off the ground. Next to him, Tnepres snored loudly with his battered cup still clutched firmly in his hand.

The squad arrived more or less on time, although Snipes looked a bit drunk, and Yoder was bleary eyed. Soon enough, the entire squad was assembled before Arnaut. Save two.

"Anyone seen Yillis? Or Slick?" Arnaut asked aloud.

"Last time I saw them, they were talking to Rizzit in the hallway, about what, I--hey, here they are now!"

Slick and Yillis crossed the hangar bay, their faces somber. Behind them trailed two soldiers, fully equipped in matte black spec ops armor, packs slung over their shoulders, and guns held in hand.

"Well, there's some good news and some bad news," Slick said slowly. "The good news is that you'll be getting two new troopers in the squad. Meet, Flem and Drane." The two troopers nodded and didn't say a word. They were almost identical, especially with the helmets covering their faces.

"The bad news is...we've been reassigned," Yillis said, almost unwittingly. "I've been moved to Squad Leader of the Paladins. Which, I must say, ain't too shabby." The hangar went silent as Yillis' words sank in. Two members gone in one stroke!

"That's...abrupt," D'har replied hesitantly. "So where are you off to, Slick?"

"I don't quite know yet...but they said it'll be somewhere fun, and I trust their judgement. Most of the time." He let out a wry chuckle.

"Well, I know this is a very quick good-bye, but we'll be in touch with all of you. I mean, we're in the same army, aren't we?" Everyone voiced their agreement, said their good-byes, and shook hands. And then the two were gone, leaving the squad still standing stunned in the hangar with the increasingly impatient pair of Flem and Drane. Flem started tapping his foot.

"Er...well!" Yoder began. "No time like the present to get started." Everyone began talking at once, about how they had to go pack away their stuff stuff, or check on this, or that, or just had to go. The squad split into different directions. Arnaut walked up the ramp, still mulling over what had happened in the last two minutes. Guess I could use a new assistant squad leader, now, Arnaut thought sadly as he entered into his compartments.


 
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Senior Sergeant Arnaut
-=Wraith Squad=--=SL=-
SL/SSG 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

Lukas sat in the back and watched as other Wraith squad members filled the small briefing room that he had been in numerous times before. The number of veteran's from when Lukas had first joined the squad was down to one or two now, including himself. He was a man of few words and masked his emotions by burying them down deep inside of him, and he wasn't happy that they had just lost Slick and Yillis.

Arnaut looked very disheveled and uncomposed. "He looks like he hasn't slept in months....", Lukas thought to himself as he took in the observation mentally. As the brief went on, Lukas made mental notes, put notes onto his datapad and observed that many of his squadmates were extremely tired or were about to fall asleep.

The brief had taken a little more than a half an hour and ended with a silence that he had come acustomed to. Lukas stood up and looked at his squadmates as he was one of the last ones to leave.

Most of them were new faces he had never seen, he only recognized a select few and nodded to each of them. Arnaut was on his way out but Lukas placed his hand on his shoulder and stopped him, pulling him aside.

Lukas stared into Arnaut's eyes with a serious look, not one with the intent to kill, but one of reassurance.

He whispered to Arnaut, "I'll be with you guys on this one, I am sure my skills will be very handy. The look of a squad leader holds many grave responsibilities and they look up to you for guidance and leadership...if that should faulter...it could lead to the most dire of consequences...my advice to you is no matter how bad the situation gets...keep a calm and collective head."

With that being said, Lukas strode past him gracefully and headed back to his quarters to grab his gear for the mission. He had not seen his quarters in a long time because of his absence. They had not touched a thing, everything was the same. Lukas took his trusty sniper rifle, two Hieb-Stich knives, a small box carrying multiple grey metallic balls, and a few other things.

After double checking and triple checking to make sure he had everything, Lukas headed down to the hangar bay to wait for the rest of the squad to show up...
 
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Name: Lukas Yuy
Rank: Senior Sergeant
Position: Assistant Squad Leader
ID Line: AS-4/TRP/SSG Lukas Yuy/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/Tadath
Occupation: Sniper/Special Forces/Slicer
Wraith Motto: When staring in the face of death, we see our reflection.
-=Wraith Squad=-

"Lousy piece of crap" Kanderin spat, throwing his comlink along the floor.

It hadn't been working properly since the computer desk incident. In all fairness, Kanderin was surpirsed it remained in one piece. Would probbaly be better off broken in half, it was useless for getting connections. For it to work he had to be stood less than a couple of metres away from the other person, which made the whole thing entirely pointless.

He pushed himself up from his chair a little too aggressively, and sent the entire thing toppling backwards. It made a huge crashing sound against the wall, which woke Yoder. Wake was a strong term actually, he did little more than sit up, groan a little bit and fall asleep again. It was enough for Kanderin to see the drawing's all over his face though.  Kanderin smirked and took a pen up from the off the side, moving over to Yoder.

Sound proof the walls eh?

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Twenty minutes later, Kanderin stood back to admire his handywork. Yoder's face now composed of a moustache, a uni-brow, a monocle, some cat whiskers and a goatee. There was also a crude message scribbled across the back of his neck, which if Kanderin was lucky Yoder wouldn't notice. He had to love being heartless.

Kanderin wandered back and forth through the hallways for what felt like hours. He wasn't quite sure where everybody had gone. The only company he found was Fury, who simply snarled at him and ran off again.

Kanderin eventually wandered into the sleeping quarters of the ship. He had a quick glance in Leth's room, but he was asleep as well. Part of Kanderin wished he still had the pen, but instead he just shrugged and carried on walking. Lukas was awake in his room, but busy scribbling something out on a desk. Something told Kanderin bothering him would be a bad idea, so he moved on again.

He found Arnaut, Snipes and Virius sat crouched among computer parts in the next room. He stood there in the doorway for a while, listening to their conversation.

"Hey Snipes, how long till we land?" He finally piped up

Snipes looked up towards the clock, before diving towards Kanderin.

"Hadn't realised how long Id been sat there" Snipes remarked towards Kanderin, before running down the hallway.

Arnaut and Virius sat staring at Kanderin for a while, seemingly dumbstruck by Snipes' sudden disappearance. Kanderin smiled and sat down beside them.

"So, what're you guys doing?"

"Communications" Virius responded, shortly before looking back down at the device lying between him and Arnaut.

"Right" Kanderin nodded" I'll be off then"

Kanderin wandered back towards the cockpit of the ship. He had never been one for the communication side of things. He beleived he would find far more entertainment in watching Snipes land the ship.

Kanderin wished he could fly, the ship's had always amazed him. He loved what he did nearly as much as he loved Fraot, but every now and then he'd still find himself distracted, looking up towards the Interceptors.

WHen he arrived at the cockpit, he simply stood back against the rear wall, and watched Snipes work the controls.

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"So, where is this resistance of ours?" Tnepres asked, carefully watching Arnaut scour the horizon with a pair of binocluars.

"Towards the fringe of the city" Arnaut pointed.

Kanderin wasn't listening, he was too busy admiring the scenery. He was aware of the dangerous wildlife living on this planet, and the rare metal that was apparently available here. Rumour has it it could be used to make lightsabers.

The planet he heard of sounded industrial, covered in smog and incredibly ugly. This one was beautiful.
 
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Lance Corporal Kanderin Draken
-=Wraith Squad=-


Wraith Squad Motto: When staring in the face of death we see our reflection

TRP/LCPL Kanderin/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE/

Now! This is it! Now is the time to choose! Die and be free of pain, or live and fight your sorrow! Now is the time to shape your stories! Your fate is in your hands! - Auron, FF X

Kanderin stifled his laughter as he wandered through the metal detector. The guard watching him had tears forming in his eyes. The two behind the scanner didn't look too good either. He had to remember to shake Leth's hand at the next possible moment. Anyone that was able to make three full grown security guards cry was someone special.

He got free of the metal detector and walked over to where Leth was waiting. Leth promptly grinned towards him and offered his hand out. Kanderin shook it and smiled back.

"Great job buddy, you even almost made me cry"

Leth winked and looked back towards the rest of the squad, who were making their way towards them, one by one. Once they were fully assembled, Arnaut stepped out in front and addressed them.

"Alright guys, we're be meeting the resitance leader on the outskirts of town" Arnaut said, keeping his voice as low as possible. "The outskirts are whee all the abandoned factories are, its in one of those we'll be staying"

Arnaut paused as the groans erupted from the squad. Kanderin didn't groan though, he way he saw it was at least they would not be sleeping in the same place as the enemy this time. He was no stranger to sleeping rough either.

"We're catching a cab from here to as far as it will take us. The outskirt's are a little rough to say the least, pretty much all the taxi companies refuse to go there. We'll have like, a two mile walk to finish the journey"

Again a groan crept out from the squad.Two miles wasn't that much for an army squad, but it didn't stop them from complaining. Just because they were far fitter than most, it didn't stop them from complaining about working.

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"Where to buddy?" The taxi driver asked Arnaut. The mans teeth were rotten, no other way to put it. His originally blonde hair was rapidly turning a murky brown, and Arnaut could only presume there sued to be a face under the greasy mess that now occupied his head.

"Milcahn Enterprises" Arnaut responded, trying not to look visibly disgusted.

The man gave Wraith squad a strange look, they seemed a strange party to be wanting to go to that side of town. The normal group would be dressed in suits and be carrying briefcases. These were dressed informally, carrying what he could only assume were bags filled with clothes. How wrong he was.

Every now and again the taxi driver would attempt conversation. And everytime he tried, one of the group would roll their eyes. He soon gave up on that idea and focused on driving the taxi.

Kanderin stared out of the window for much of the journey. They were lucky enough to fly over many of the famous rivers this city was renowned for. He didn't really see what was so special about them though. Then again, he never had been one for architecture. If Fraot was sat next to him, she would be giving him a lecture on why he should be interested and what makes them so inspiring. Which made him miss her a little less.

The city visibily devolved as they made their way across, from the centre to the outskirts. The buildings became less glamourous and more dangerous. The street names became less social and more industrial. The people also seemed to become less cheery and more....scary. Kanderin was sure he spotted blaster pistols ruffled under the clothes of many people. The more outgoing ones simply walked down the street, pistols and iron bars clutched casually in their hands. Even the cab driver suddenly put his window up.

Suddenly the cab stopped, and Wraith Squad looked up towards the huge building they had stopped outside. Dense black smoke poured from several open tubes at the top. Oil and god knows what else poured down the walls. Every now and again a large drop of it would fall loose, splattering the already covered pavement and anyone unlucky enough to be standing there. Kanderin cringed and put his hood up.

Arnaut paid the driver through the window quickly, before turning to face the rest of his squad. Kanderin heard the driver mumble something along the lines of 'good luck, you're going to need it'. That was probably spot on, looking around at their surroundings. Most of the buildings looked abandoned, factories that hadn't been used for decades. Many of them had their doors broken in, and crufe graffiti sprayed across their walls and windows, marking each groups relevant territory.

"Anyway" Arnaut gulped "We better get moving"

(OOC: We're moving pretty fast, feel free to post about any side encounters we face. Just dont mention us meeting the resistance until Snipes (or possibly myself) does so)
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Lance Corporal Kanderin Draken
-=Wraith Squad=-


Wraith Squad Motto: When staring in the face of death we see our reflection

TRP/LCPL Kanderin/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE/

Now! This is it! Now is the time to choose! Die and be free of pain, or live and fight your sorrow! Now is the time to shape your stories! Your fate is in your hands! - Auron, FF X

"Seriously Arn, you didn't need to kill the guy" Kanderin called over.

Arnaut simply shrugged and didn't say a word. Kanderin decided not to say anything else, for whatever reason Arnaut seemed to be in a foul mood.

"We better hurry up" Leth suddenly called over. "They might come back, with even bigger numbers"

"And? We'll just kill them again" Snipes smirked.

Kanderin couldn't help but laugh. He had become used to Snipes almost half deluded speech, it had become somewhat comforting in his time with the squad. Back as a raw recruit, he had cast Snipes off as a mad, overly promoted drunk. To an extent he was still right, with the exception of the over promoted part. Snipes had earned where he was. He trusted Snipes with his life as much as any other member of the squad.

The blaster bolt shot just in front of Kanderins eye's. It missed hitting by mere millimetres, instead burning against his cheek. he instinctively dropped to his knees, looking around for tha attacker.

A kid Kanderin recognised from the earlier group was running along one of the girders high up on the factory, still smoking blaster in hand.

"Wait here" Kanderin growled, setting off at a sprint towards the building.

He arrived at the alleyway down the side, and leaped to catch the ladder hanging half down from a platform. He just managed to catch the lowest bar with the tips of his shoes, but it was enough for him to be able to pull himself up. He was up the ladder in seconds, and running along the platform the boy had stood on to fire from.

The boy was nowhere near as fit as Kanderin, he was still trying to get himself up another ladder. He was overweight, which didn't help at all. he had run less than hundred feet, and was already out of breath.

Kanderin took another running leap at this ladder, just missing catching the boys ankle. He smirked. He wasn't disappointed, at the boys pace catching him would be no problem. Instead he set his mind to what he was going to do once he caught him.

He let himself get sidetracked a little too soon. Just as his head popped up from the top of the ladder, the boy fired again. His shaky hands meant he missed again, but again not by very much. Kanderin got tired of the foot chase. He yanked his own blaster pistol from his trousers, and fired. The bolt hit the boy square in the kneecap, dropping him to the ground with a scream.

"Don't you even think for reaching for that pistol kid" Kanderin shouted, stopping the boys hand in its tracks. "That shot wasn't meant to kill you, the second one will be"

The boy froze, trembling slightly as Kanderin made his way towards him. He picked the boy up by the collar, and held him at eye level. The boy swung out, but Kanderin simply released a hand from his collar and caught the fist with it. He twisted the fist around nearly 180 degrees, making the boy whimper.

"Hope you're not scared of heights" Kanderin said, holding the boy over the railing.

The boy whimpered something that sounded like please. Kanderin laughed and dropped the boy to his feet again. He was too scared to try and run away again.

"Next time you try and kill someone, make sure you don't miss"
 
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Lance Corporal Kanderin Draken
-=Wraith Squad=-


Wraith Squad Motto: When staring in the face of death we see our reflection

TRP/LCPL Kanderin/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE/

Now! This is it! Now is the time to choose! Die and be free of pain, or live and fight your sorrow! Now is the time to shape your stories! Your fate is in your hands! - Auron, FF X

Somehow Kanderin had figured this would happen. Resistance groups have a major tendency to hate all sorts of diplomatic activity, not just the one they were 'resisting' against.

The woman's entrance had been far but dignified, Kanderin had found him positioning himself to hold Snipes back once the shouting started. Luckily there was no need.

The woman stared at Arnaut for a while, seemingly trying to find another verbal weapon to use against him. She gave up, and waved them through the doorway.

"Nice place you got here" Kanderin smiled, as he shuffled his way past the girl.

"Shut up" Was his only response.

The room was littered with various power cables, all connecting to some computer. At least twenty people were sat around the room, busily typing away. It wasn't what Kanderin had expected, resistance group's weren't exactly linked with this sort of activity. He couldn't help thinking the gang they had met outside gave a more suitable image of the group, then the people sat around here.

"Lets not waste time" The woman cut in, walking over to a projector on the farthest wall. She pressed a button on the bottom of it, and an image threw itself up against the wall. Some sort of festival, there were various parade cars slowly moving down the road. Each side of the street was literally filled to the brim with people, all had their attention on the lead car. Jo-Kil pressed a button a remote balancing in her palm, and the camera zoomed in, focusing on that car.

A Herglic stood at the front of this car, shouting down towards the people. Comparing him to the men stood either side of him, he had to be at least two metres tall. Kanderin was trying to work out just how the parade car wasn't collapsing under his weight.

"That is Shelov" Jo-Kil cut in. She paused, seemingly to wait for a response, but nothing came. Wraith squad had already seen Shelov many times, and although his pure size still intimidated many of them, they didn't show it.

"This parade we're looking at takes place every year" She continued "Shelov uses it as a way to spread his propaganda across the city and pretty much most of the planet. He parades around the entire city, spreading some shit about how everything they do is helping the public"

Kanderin heard Snipes giggle slightly. A woman swearing probably wasn't common place for him. Arnaut ignored it.

"Let me guess, you think this is our way to get to him"

Jo-Kil shot Arnaut a dirty look, as if he had just stolen her party piece. For a few seconds it seemed as if she was contemplating attacking him right there and then. But just as soon as she had turned around, she looked back to the projection.

"Yeah, thats what I'm saying. In particular, pay attention to the two men positioned to his sides. You're highly trained troopers should be able to work out a way to acquire those uniforms, and get themselves there. My men will start a distraction in the crowd, some sort of fight perhaps. And while the authorities are busy dealing with that, you grab Shelov and get him out of there"

"Errm, question" Kanderin suddenly spoke, and the girl looked around at him.
"Sure we're highly trained, but do you honestly believe that only two of us can disable something that big?"

She shook her head.
"Thats your problem, not ours"

Somehow Kanderin knew that answer was coming.

The woman finished talking. She didn't exactly say anything that closed the briefing, but simply walked towards one of the men at the computers. Arnaut turned to face Wraith squad, many of them looking pretty nervous.
 
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Lance Corporal Kanderin Draken
-=Wraith Squad=-


Wraith Squad Motto: When staring in the face of death we see our reflection

TRP/LCPL Kanderin/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE/

Now! This is it! Now is the time to choose! Die and be free of pain, or live and fight your sorrow! Now is the time to shape your stories! Your fate is in your hands! - Auron, FF X

Snipes jumped up as what could only be described as an explosion echoed out of the furthest room from him. A few seconds later, Kanderin emerged, face black with soot and using every curse ever thought up.

"These stupid generators!" He cried, kicking the one that had obviously blew up. All that did was make him curse more, his right foot suddenly screaming out in pain.

"Im off.." He grunted "To kill Arnaut"

Snipes laughed as he watched Kanderin hobble back up the stairs, mumbling more curses.

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Most of the squad were gathered in the one room, bathed in the fading light from the one window that wasn't completely black. Yoder, Leth and Tnepres had started a card game in the corner. By the facial expressions, things seemed to be going extremely well for Leth.

Normally Kanderin would of joined them, but this time he wasn't in the mood. In less than a day, they woud be considered terrorists on this planet. Sure, they were VE soldiers. Sure, they were Wraith squad, this sort of suicide mission was nothing out of the ordinary. But he couldn't help thinking that even this mission might be out of their depth. He really doubted that highly trained soldiers would take their eyes off their leader for more than a second. Even without the guards, taking down a two metre high main without weapons would be a hell of a feat. Kanderin really wasn't sure how this would suceed.
 
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Lance Corporal Kanderin Draken
-=Wraith Squad=-


Wraith Squad Motto: When staring in the face of death we see our reflection

TRP/LCPL Kanderin/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/VE/

Now! This is it! Now is the time to choose! Die and be free of pain, or live and fight your sorrow! Now is the time to shape your stories! Your fate is in your hands! - Auron, FF X

Snipes stretched, spat into a corner and then went about collecting his troopers. They weren't any happier than him, as far as he was concerned they could cry a bloody river and he wouldn't care, for some reason he'd woken up in a bad mood. He sighed again. He wanted to go back to bed, and on this day everything that kept him from that was an irritation. Rubbing his face in yet another futile attempt to stir some cranial activity, Snipes decided to just deal with it and walked out the door, into the street where the majority of the squad waited for him, most had already woken up fully. That too irritated Snipes.

"Well," Snipes sighed, "I figure the first order of business is to find some mode of transportation and get the hell out of this rain. Such a group walking in the rain would look suspicious anyway."

"And how do you propose we do that, anyway?"

"Well, stealing is out, buying is out, I've got credits, but not that many on me," Snipes started walking, letting the rest follow him, or not, as was their pleasure. Turns out they all liked the sound of his voice. "Now I don't know anyone here, there's not exactly anyone just giving them away and. . ."

"Wait, Snipes, giving them away? There might just be, give me a sec. . ." Virius started doing something fancy with his datapad, Snipes rose an eyebrow at him, then turned back to watch the road in front of him.

"Well, assuming that gets taken care of, we still have to find a way to grab those very uncomfortable looking uniforms. Now I like the idea of breaking into the barracks and. . ."

"Why don't we just find a couple guys on vacation and nab their uniforms while they're in their civi's"

"Well that would work," Snipes said, unwilling to admit it was a good idea, "But how do we know who's on vacation and where they live? Did ya think of that?"

"Yeah, someone hangs out in front of the complex, listens to the people coming off duty, in particular people of our general size and species. In theory they'll hear something of value, meanwhile everyone else can be hiding out in bars, cafes and restaurants listening for off duty soldiers."

"Ok, fine Kanderin, it's a good idea, you win."

"Thank ye."

"Alright, Virius, you're with me, we'll hit up a bar about half way to the city center, Kanderin, you get to hang around the outside of complex since it was such a good idea,"

"Oh thanks Boss" He sneered, in good humor. Really it would be one of the more nerve wracking parts, trying to remain incognito around so many security force members and officials.

"The rest of you split into your own groups of either one or two, hit up cafes, restaurants, parks, anywhere an off duty soldier might find themselves. Gambling dens are perfect. Listen, drink, socialize, do what you can. Give me and Virius a yell every hour and a half, if i haven't heard from you within an hour of missing your check in I'm assuming you're dead and there's nothing I can do about it. Also, try to lay low, as in as little crime as possible. Preferably none, but I'll take what I can get."
 
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{Comnet Hermit}
-=Wraith Squad=-
The few, The proud, The CrAZy RAIDERS.
TRP/GSG Sniping101/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA][CDS][CoR]

Stultior stulto fuisti, qui tabellis crederes!

Arnaut and Leth walked out of their hideout a few minutes after the rest of the Wraiths left.  They wandered again through the field of decaying industrial complexes and forgotten factories, past the puddle of dried blood from their earlier encounter with the wretches. 

After a half hour walking they came toward the more populated areas of the city, and continued toward the library.  The library itself looked like it was falling to shit, with parts of the walls coming off and most of the "library" sign being scratched away.  However, it was functional, as far as they knew, then Arnaut looked up.

"Shit!"

D'har was about to ask what was wrong, but then he looked up and saw that the library was closed.  "Well it being closed doesn't stop us, it just makes it a bit harder."  They both started circling the building, looking for a convenient entrance to break into.  At the back of the building, there was a large plasteel door with an older model security box.  Arnaut went up to the door, looked at the box for a second, then crouched and began tinkering with the box.  This tinkering led to Arnaut prying the box from the door, cutting one of the wires, and reattaching the wire to another metal nub.  He then pressed several buttons in quick succession until the display read, "Input new code."  Arnaut entered "000000," put the wire back in its original place, and again entered "000000," which was followed by the sound of the door unlocking.

Arnaut and Leth went through the door and into the library, keeping an eye out for security cams, and carefully walking toward the section of the library where the holovids were kept.
 
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Lance Corporal D'har Leth
-=Wraith Squad=-
TRP/LCPL D'har Leth/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/VEA/Nar Shaddaa

{Grand Imperator}

There was a whirr, and suddenly the machine fizzed to life. The bluish-gray screen reflected its light onto Arnaut's face, and the surrounding shelves. Or, more precisely, things looking as if they might once have been shelves. A very long time ago. At least the terminals still worked. They hadn't been stripped out of the place when everything else had. Thankfully. All it needed was a little power supply and a liberal amount of kicks. Good as new.

The scene before his eyes displayed an all too familiar parade. The speeder/floats lazily drifted between the pressing crowds on either side of it, pompous, bureaucratic officials waving and smiling smugly, occasionally shouting some form of propaganda or another.

It was hard to make out the people, as the holovid was pretty fuzzy, but he could clearly make out the face at the front of the parade. Shelov. To the sides of him, he was flanked by two guards, their grayish uniforms pressed to perfection, blasters holstered at their sides. Walking alongside the float were about eight other guards, dressed in the standard PDF uniforms, and armed with riot gear. They were taking no chances. There were guards stationed every few feet up and down the crowds, presumably to keep them in line, though no one seemed to be cheering too wildly or happily. They seemed more of a crowd resigned to a fate they did not like.

Overall, it seemed overly protected. There were no disturbances, cheering, usual streakers, or anything else that accompanied parades and made them unsafe and interesting. Which would mean, after a few years of doing this, the guards were probably bored with standing around all day watching a terribly unexcited crowd. Which, in turn, meant that they were probably just running through the motions. A riot there would probably catch all of them off guard, or at least the better portion of them. That left the Wraith squad to deal with Shelov.

A sudden creak brought Arnaut back to the present. D'har was over by one of the rusted window shutters, peering out at something. He didn't look happy.

"Sir...we've got trouble."

"What kind?" Arnaut replied, scrambling over to him.

"The worst. Almost. Inspection team, probably saw us entering. It's ten of them, sir. They'll probably ask us why the hell we're breaking into their library, ask for ID's, and arrest us." D'har said simply.

"You sound as if you've been in this kind of trouble before." It was almost a question.

"Believe me, I know. We got credentials, sarge?"

"Shit. That was one thing we forgot to get from the resistance force..." Arnaut's mind was racing. Ten on two.

"So, whadda we do?" D'har asked.

* * *

The door was closed, shut firmly. The keypad was slightly skewed, but Sergeant Lankins didn't even think about using that to open the door. He and technology...they weren't the best of friends. He just had his squad blow the door down, instead.

With a booming explosion, the door flew inward in a cloud of dust. One of the library shelves the door collided with fell over, onto the ground. Then there was silence. One of the men behind him coughed.

"Sir, why are we 'ere, again?" Grimwald asked from the back of the group.

"I told you, someone saw two men break into here, and we were sent to investigate."
"Uh...but, sir? Why'd 'ey hafta send all of us to find two men?" Lankins muttered a few words concerning Grimwald's stupidity before replying.

"Because..." he said in a very impatient voice, "they could be armed and have more people with them. You heard about the gangs operating in this part of town! It's just not safe to go around anymore. Which is why we have to stop gangs from popping up...anywhere. Even here."

"Ah...so...so this is a gang thing?"

"I think I just said that," Lankins growled.

"Ah...sorry sir, didn't 'ean to anger you, sir. I shouldn't 'ave doubted you, sir." Grimwald replied cheerily.

"Don't be a kiss-ass."

"Sorry."

The squad fanned out, guns poitning every direction, looking for anyone or anything in the building. Nothing popped out at them, nothing shot at them. Good. He was sure his squad could handle it, but Lankins hated taking risks. Of course, it had been a risk signing up for the City Guard in the first place, but he believed in Shelov. Now, Shelov, he was a good leader. He could probably bring Abregado-rae up to the standards it had once had. They could be a major influence in the New Republic. Hey, the New Republic might even move their palace to Abregado-rae. Lankins chuckled at the thought. That would be nice. Having the New Republic's finest sitting just a few miles from your house. A sort of honor, something you could brag about in other spaceports. It was far-fetched, but a man could dream, couldn't he?

There was a faint rustle, and suddenly one of the shadows moved and formed into a man. He stepped forward, his brown, frayed cloak swaying behind him. His hair was pitch black, and ruffled. Beneath it were similarly dark eyes, glistening faintly in the dim light. His angular face sat atop a fairly muscular, tall body. His mouth was curved in a smile. And his outstretched hand held a gun pointed directly at Lankins.

The squad all had their guns trained on the man, all except Lankins, who stood stiff, paralyzed with fear. The man released his grip on the gun, and it fell, clattering to the floor. The man's arm went to his side.

"I am unarmed," he said clearly, in clipped tones. Lankins had to take a few deep breaths to calm himself before replying.

"Ah...I...uh, see! And...w-who might you be, and what are y-you doing here?" he stammered out.

"Just...passing through," the man replied distantly, pulling a piece of rubble off his cloak. "May I leave now?" He sounded -- and looked, come to think of it -- weary.

"No," Lankins replied, regaining his cool composure, "we need to see ID's, and know precisely why you're here." The man stared back, his smile turning into a cocky grin.

"Now now, we wouldn't want any...trouble...would we?"

"Is that a threat? Squad, detain this man," The man's eyes turned to burning coals. No matter. He would soon learn what Abregado-rae's justice system did to those who resisted. Suddenly, he remembered something. "And search for his friend, he should be...around..." There was a sharp pain in his back, and suddenly his legs felt leaden, his arms too heavy, his body too bulky to stand. D'har retracted the knife from the sheath it had found in Lankins spine, and let the body fall. It was dead before it hit the ground.

Arnaut dove right, pulling out his second pistol, and sprayed shots across the room. The shots went wide, pulverizing the bookshelf behind the enemy, but at least it made them duck. On the other end of the room, D'har was backpedaling quickly, dual pistols in hand, spraying the remaining men standing with shots. One fell, still clutching the ruined mess that had been his face as he died. Another was blown backwards into the wall, hitting with a wet thwack, before finally sliding down onto the floor. He didn't rise again.

Arnaut pushed his head out of cover, and squeezed off a few shots. Some of the braver soldiers ducked their heads back. The suicidal one fired back. Arnaut unleashed a volley on the closest man. He crumpled backwards, multiple blaster wounds decorating his torso. A lucky shot grazed Arnaut's shoulder, and he recoiled back into his cover cringing. He could hear D'har's pistols opening up again. Someone screamed, and then there was silence.

Arnaut peered around the corner of the destroyed shelf he was behind. There was a haze in the air, and the stink of burning wood. Nothing moved. It was perfectly silent. A shot went zipping past Arnaut's left ear, and he ducked back in again. Too close. The man was most definitley ahead of him. Probably ducking behind the mess that had been the holovid station before  the gunfight. Arnaut prayed he was right, and lunged out from cover. The shots punctured through the ineffective cover, and the man's screams were soon cut off. More rose from their hiding places to fire at the newly revealed target. D'har dropped them from behind. After a few seconds of exchanging rounds, it was over.

Arnaut stood, brushing off some stray blood that had trailed onto his jacket. His shoulder burned, but he would get it later. Right now, they just had to get out of there.

"Not the most...diplomatic way to end it," Arnaut said sourly, looking down at one of the more grisly bodies. The ground was strewn with blaster holes and smoking rubble. There would be no way to hide this one. Their only hope was to get out as quickly as possible and hope to not be connected in the killings. Unlikely. With all the gang activity in the area, it would most likely be attributed to one of them. Still, Arnaut shuddered.

"Let's get out of here," D'har said, already moving toward the door. Outside, it was already dark, allowing them to easily blend into the shadows and move away. They hadn't really gotten the information they'd come for. But maybe it'd be useful enough.


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Senior Sergeant Arnaut
-=Wraith Squad=--=SL=-
SL/SSG 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

The trip back to their abandoned warehouse was uneventful. The musty streets, littered with trash and debris, could've hidden any number of thugs and footpads. They probably had. And they probably would've tried to rob the two men walking alone amidst their territory. Had it not been for the long, high-caliber riot-rifles each of them held. They probably valued their the intactness of their face and skull over a few stray credits.

Arnaut kicked off his dusty boots as he fell onto his cot. There was a sickly smell in his room, but he didn't pay it much mind. Pulling out his comlink, he punched in the code for Virius comlink. It took a while for the two to locate each other, but finally he got a link.

"We just finished up, need anything down your way?"

"Not really," came the crackled reply. "We just made the grab and are on our way back."

"Well, just letting you know, we're here if you need us." Virius gave his assent and Arnaut keyed off his Comlink.

Arnaut sat up on his cot and rubbed his nose. The smell was really starting to bother him. It seemed to be coming from the air duct, up on the wall in his room.  Pushing over one of his more sturdy chairs, Arnaut clambered up and took a look inside the dark, metal interior. Nothing seemed wrong, but the smell got thicker. It smelled a bit like gasoline, now Arnaut thought about it.

He jumped down and walked out of his room to D'har's quarters, down the hallway a bit. D'har was sitting hunched over a table of datapads when Arnaut walked in, the room only illuminated by their soft, blue glow.

"Have you been noticing a strange smell around here? Sort of like...gasoline?" Arnaut asked, taking a seat on the ede of the desk.

"Now that you mention it...it does sort of smell like that in here. Why?"

"Just doesn't feel right. You have the plans for this building, don't you?" D'har nodded and pulled out two grimy datapads they'd found on a shelf in one of the warehouse's rooms. The other datapads with it had been useless, just carrying long outdated shipping charts and schedules, but they'd made some use of the building schematics. Like setting up Virius' mini-comm station, or distributing rooms. And, now, finding where air  led.

Gently, because gently was the only way you could do anything with the datapads without breaking them, Arnaut tapped in the keys to bring up the ductwork for the building. A few agonizing reboots of the malfunctioning datapad, and he had located where the air duct system connected to his room, and where it came from. What he saw alarmed him immensely.

"D'har grab you're gun. I think we may have trouble."

(OOC: Not my finest post, nor my longest, but it leads into a new part of the story. You'll see...oh yes, you'll all see. *insert manical laughter here* Anyway, everyone should be done with our mini-objectives so...regroup at our warehouse base when you can. Have fun!)

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Senior Sergeant Arnaut
-=Wraith Squad=--=SL=-
SL/SSG 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

Kanderin quickly ducked under the first stream of blaster bolts fired towards him, and sent his shoulder charging into the man in front of him. He's ripped his electrostaff from its leg pouch and swung it hard into the next mans face, before he even ahd time to raise his gun. A quick blow to the grounded mans torso sent the eelctricity spurting through him, killing him instantly.

Kanderin brought the staff up just in time to stop Snipes' stick creating a huge dent in his forehead.

"Sory about that buddy, didn't see you there" Snipes smiled. Kanderin grinned back, before spinning the staff into yet another mans face.

One man stood seperate from the rest, seemingly stood watching. Kanderin smirked and moved towards him. The man didn't flinch, he simply waited for Kanderin's arrival. His attack however, completely caught Kanderin off guard. He moved at lightning pace, sending his fist straight into Kanderin's gut. He immediately dropped to his feet, severely winded. The man kicked Kanderin in the side of the head hard, sending him flailing painfully across the surface.

Eventually, Kanderin got back up. He spat the blood from his mouth and retreived his staff from the ground, before charging again at the man. The punch came again, but this time Kanderin saw it and spun around, only to be met by the mans knee cracking straight up into his ribs. He fell to the floor again, but this time not far away enough. The man still towered over him, what now appeared to be a blaster in one of his hands. He smirked, the last smirk that Kanderin would ever see.

The next few seconds were probbaly the fastest occuring period of time Kanderin had ever experienced. No less than milliseconds after the blaster bolts cut into the mans hip, Kanderin had stabbed the staff up into the mans chest, sending him flailing away in a  hail of sparks. He crashed agaisnt one of the nearby buildings, and just collapsed like a puppet.

Kanderin didn't move for a while. He sat on the floor regaining his lost breath, trying to work out what had just happened. A mans hand appeared hovering over Kanderin, as soon as he took it he was pulled back to his feet. A man stood in front of him, smiling.

"You alright sir?"

"Urrm yes, thankyou. And you are sorry?" Kanderin replied dumbfoundly.

"Private First Class Dixon Morgan, I just arrived on planet a few hours ago"

Kanderin sighed. "Even the new guy has to save my ass"

Arnaut pushed himself up and rolled out of the rubble. Blood was trickling from his nose and mouth, and his left hand felt numb. And he couldn't feel his left leg. For a terrible second, he imagined that it'd been blown off in the explosion, but a look down assuaged his fears. There was an explosion? He remembered going outside with D'har. He remembered the gasoline smell getting larger...there was a face, very fuzzy, but dimly familiar, and then...everything exploded and the world went black.

There was a groan next to him, and he looked over to see D'har covered in dust and grit, lying on the ground. He was unconscious, probably due to the large chunk of rock lying next to his head. D'har would have a massive headache we he woke up, Arnaut reckoned.

"Sarge! Arnaut! Where are you?" The screams could barely be made out, stifled due to the two giant factory walls that had collapsed over Arnaut's head. Arnaut looked at them numbly, surveying his surroundings for the first time. The only light came from small shafts, poking down from the darkness above. And the walls looked thick. Too thick to try to dig through on his own.

"Crap," Arnaut muttered.

* * *

Flem picked his way through the remains of their old factory hideout. The men they'd stumbled upon when they got to the factory had been dispatched, and their bodies lined up. He'd grown bored waiting for the fire to burn down, and now he actually had something to do. Even if it was pointless. From what he could tell, not much of the building had survived. There were two walls collapsed in on themselves on the northern side, and one remaining wall standing on the south, but, apart from those, the building had been leveled. There was a small chance that their squad leader and D'har had lived, or their bodies were even intact.

If they were alive, though, the best bet was that they were in the basement somewhere. Even then, they would've probably burned, like everything else in the factory. Speaking of which, there were still places that were on fire, and lots of smoke. Flem stepped around a small flaming bundle of cloth and coughed into his hand, absently wondering if that had been Arnaut. He coughed again, and gritted his teeth. He was all too aware of the irony of his name and the situation. It just made him more bitter than he already was.

He wasn't bitter for any particular reason right now, besides the usual. In fact, he was bitter almost all the time. And he knew this. And that made him even more bitter. It was a vicious cycle. Of late, he'd been bitter at the squad most of all. In fact, he half-hoped that the squad leader had burned in the fire, and only half because Arnaut was the only one that could get them out of this suicide mission. Flem hated Wraith squad. They were too&puffed up, arrogant, strutting around, annoyingly displaying their special operations status wherever they went. In his eyes, at least. It sickened him to the core that he was actually a part of the squad now.

He coughed again, and continued poking through the rubble. Suddenly there was a faint voice that could be heard. It was yelling, Flem realized.  It must've been very far away to be that faint, either that or...it was coming from underground. Flem started to rush toward the sound of the voice. There was a survivor, at least one. Whatever he thought of the squad, he had a duty to the Corps to uphold. And he wanted to just go home already.

The two walls on the north end had fallen together, the weight of them holding eachother up to form a triangular shape of sorts. Flem peered down into one of the holes he found, but all he could see was blackness. The walls must've been covering one of the basements. And that's where either Arnaut, D'har, or both had to be.

Something moved in the darkness, and Flem called down to it.

"Hello! Is that you, Flem?" Arnaut yelled excitedly.

"Yeah. Hold on, we'll get you out." Turning around, he yelled to the rest of the squad, "I've found them! Get over here and we can drag them out!"

Flem muttered bitterly under his breath the whole time as they dug out Arnaut and D'har. Their time would come, but for now&he had a duty to the Corps.

* * *

Arnaut kicked the corpse over, so it's face was easy to see. Three, he thought to himself, taking in the man's features. Three men that he could recognize as having seen back at the resistance group headquarters. It unnevered him. They must've followed them the first night to find out where they were staying. And then promptly blew the place up when they were sure they could kill the squad leader. Kill me, he thought. If their faces had unnerved him, that chilled him to the bone.

They must've thought that killing the head of the squad would make the body die too, explaining the reason why they detonated the building with only Arnaut and D'har inside, instead of the whole squad. To put it bluntly, he couldn't see any reason why anyone would want to kill D'har especially, so the target had to be him. Of course, being a spec ops squad, it could run without it's squad leader, but it would've hurt the squad a great deal. And the loss of their base of operations already did enough damage, without losing the squad leader and one of the squad members.

Still, even if Arnaut knew why they had wanted to kill him, he still didn't know why they'd tried to kill him. The resistance was supposed to be on their side! And why'd they not just killed them at their base? They had been outgunned there, many times over. Too many questions that had to be answered, mysteries to solve. And on top of those, they still had to capture the Governor.

"Alright squad, salvage what you can, and then get ready to move out," Arnaut commanded. "It's time to pay the resistance another visit. And quietly this time."

The squad kept to the shadows, slinking their way through the streets. Arnaut led, followed closely by Kanderin and the rest of the squad. They weren't the only ones moving in the gloom. Distant shapes could be made out, slinking as they were, keeping out of the dim nighttime light. A guttural, inhuman cry echoed from somewhere out in the darkness. A few of the troopers jumped at the noise, but that was it. They'd heard worse. Most of them. Flem had a ghastly look on his face, and Drane's eyes were wide. Dixon, the new private, didn't seem to mind as much, though. Good. Cool-headedness was one thing that made a good special operations soldier.

The darkness deepened as the dead of night set in. Odder, more grotesque shapes seemed to loom out at every shadow, hide in every corner, every crevice. Gleaming eyes peered out at them, greedy, hungry eyes. And not only human eyes. Feline eyes, golden and feral. Insectoid eyes, fractals catching the light at angles. And eyes that didn't belong to any particular race or species. Arnaut's skin was crawling, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood never endingly on-end.

A dark building they passed had the smell of smoke about it. Inside, hazy, sloppy laughter could be heard of a dozen or more men who were on something not entirely legal. Many people living here, and there were many despite the unsavory conditions, resorted to drugs to free their worries. Seventy-five percent of the city's drug trafficking and dealing was done in the one square mile area that surrounded them.

Twice, gang groups almost tried to jump them. They had to shoot three people on the way, because they were either so doped up, or so full of themselves that they thought they could take on ten heavily muscled, armed men. It saddened Arnaut a little. The city was rotting from the inside out, due to a poor government and poor control. They couldn't even keep their own planetary capital clean. This was the glorious Rebellion for you. A thin curtain hiding a poor regime that was losing control of it's planets, one city block at a time.

Slowly, the shapes began to diminish, the eyes less frequent, the shuffles and howls more distant. They were entering another part of the city. It was the deepest, most dead part.  Nothing lived here. The gangs wouldn't waste time on such an unprofitable chunk of land, the footpads and cutpurses had no one to rob from. His boot crunched, and he looked down. It was a rat skeleton, it's white bones unnaturally light in the darkness around them. Now that he looked around, he realized there were quite a few. Even rats couldn't live here. With no one throwing out waste, they had nothing to scavenge. They died or moved on. Arnaut moved the squad forward, into the darkness ahead. He wasn't about to die.

Finally, near one o'clock in the morning, planetary time, they arrived at their destination. His datapad beeped once to let them know they were close, and Arnaut turned it off. Quietly they approached the building. It was dark, unsurprising given the time. There were no guards out that the squad could see, but they weren't taking any chances. Quietly they fanned out a crept toward the building. Two well placed EMP charges took out the motion detectors and laser trip lines outside. Slowly, the squeezed their way up next to the building.

Two handheld explosives, plastek explosives, along with a very handy sound dampener, blew off the grate covering their entranceway into the building. One by one they slithered into the hatch, gear occasionally clicking as it tapped the permacrete sides of the entrance, or hit each other. But, apart from that, they were silent. It was executed with perfection. The way the squad should operate. Arnaut couldn't have asked for more.

The building they were into hadn't used to be a factory, like the squad's burned hidout had been. No, it had been an community housing complex, a cheap housing unit for the families of workers that toiled in the surrounding factories. It, like the factories, was deserted now. Or so it should've been. There was a thump, a foot coming down hard on the floorboard above their heads. The basement they were in, what was once the storage area and janitor 'headquarters' for the building, led right under the rooms now occupied by the resistance forces. Just a man relieving himself in the middle of the night, Arnaut thought to himself as he led the squad on. Oh what the man would think,  to know that death was passing right underneath him at that moment.

Finally they arrived at the exact point. Virius had taken time to upload the standard layout of all the housing complexes onto everyone's datapads. At that moment, they were standing under the largest suite in the building. While most of the rooms were small and tightly packed so as to fit in as many workers as possible, this suite was reserved for people of importance who stayed there. Usually a foreman, or another person with a  command "rank" among the factory workers. Now, all it held was one very grumpy, socially disinclined woman. One who happened to be running the resistance cell here. And the one who had most certainly tried to kill them. Time to find out why.

Arnaut's armored gauntlet jammed the vibroblade through the wood flooring and out the other side. With a sharp twist, he made a hole large enough to stick a hand and an arm through. Lunging off the crate he'd been standing on, he crashed through the floor and came out onto the floor of a darkened bedroom.

Someone gasped, and a light clicked on. And then the screaming began. Arnaut was by the beside in a second, and already the squad was making their way into the room. Arnaut forced his hand over the mouth of the shrieking, muscular Zabrak lying on her bed. She was covering in only a small bed dress and her thin sheets. But Arnaut wasn't here to admire. As the screams became muted, Arnaut pressed the barrel of his rifle to her head and leaned in close with his black-helmeted, visored face.

"We're going to have a little talk."

OOC:

Well, I'll get a follow-up post soon. But don't let that stop you from posting! Any posts are welcome, even if they are a half-page filler post. But keep it quality people. QUALITY.