Now that most of the group was met up, it was time too meet the rest of them. They had been away this whole time trying to take out the air defense turrets, while the other teams were doing their own missions as well.

Beta and Gamma had completed their tasks and were now on the way to meet Alpha. The trip wasn't so long as they were both headed to meet up near the shuttle. Wicket was running out of energy and started to walk slower. "You okay Little One?" Alater asked noticing the energy being depleted from Wicket.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just been doing too much more than I've ever done. My legs are starting to get tired." Wicket said.

Alater picked up Wicket. Wicket winced a bit as the claws dug into him, but not much. His legs relaxed as the pressure was taking off of them. Even with carrying Wicket, Alater was still the fasted moving one.

The group continued walking and noticed something in the distance. "I think I see them!" Wicket shouted and leaped out of Alalters grip, leaving a few scratches. As Wicket got closer he could see Jelly's muscular figure running towards them. "Jelly!" Wicket shouted as he jumped onto him.

"Dammit Wicket. Get off!" Jelly pushed him down and headed towards Riqimo. "So we completed our tasks and a little more."

"What do you mean?" Riqimo replied.

"Oh we just had a bit of fun killing some people." Jelly answered.

"Shoulda figured." Doc said as he began to take a head count, which was a bit difficult seeing as he was the shortest. "Looks like we have everyone. Let's get back to the shuttle!" The group headed off.

"Wicket, look out!" Alater yelled as he drew his DC-17M blaster and fired off a shot at the assailant that was attempting to kill Wicket. When the little man made it back amongst the group Alater, despite several protests and a strange look of approval from Doc, had lit up another cigar. These darned things just so much fun to smoke, and they gave him this nice tingly feeling rolling down the back of his throat.

Alater waited as the three groups all began to converge, bringing with them stories, wounds, and everything else. As he had expected Gio wasn't telling the exact version of the story as Alater would. As a matter of fact somehow the situation had turned around and it was Alater and Wicket that had needed the saving and Gio that had happened to bring along a flamer with him.

The Fembots were the talk of several conversations. Where the heck did these droids come from, who had built them, and just how real where they? Doc had given rather strict orders for no one to go back and attempt to find the 'reproductive' parts of these droids. He suspected they may be just as deadly down there as they had proven to be everywhere else.

As Alater headed back to the shuttles, he thought heavily on that look Jelly had given him. Was it possible that yet another person had fallen for Saph's wily charms and that Jelly a was indeed another victom of her beauty? Alater chuckled to himself at the poetic irony.

Dax started counting down the minutes till the got to the rendezvous, he had hoped Doc had estimated correctly, or else the shuttle would be late, or jelly's group might not make it. Which would be a bad thing at this moment in time.

As the time went past, 3 minutes remained, Dax was thinking about calling them and telling them to get their butt's over here now, cause he was worried. Worrying was normal now.

“doc, IO don't think they are going to make it in time.” Dax said looking at his SL. 

“Who?” Was the reply, which wasn't reassuring.

“Jelly and them, the shuttles are leaving in 2 minutes and they haven't gotten here.”  Dax noticed it was 1 but it wouldn't matter. No time to make the shuttle any faster.

“They will make it just wait, they have time.” Doc looked around at the rest of the group.

I'm not so sure.

Lucky walked slowly to keep pace with the group. she was long-legged, and it didn't take much to keep up. As she walked she looked around her at everyone else present. Everyone was in one piece , she didn't see anyone injured which relieved her. I'm glad that no one got hurt this time

She heard dax announce the shuttle's ETA.  We have to quicken the pace a bit She took longer strides, thus going a little faster. Around her, everyone did the same.

They continued walking in the halls, trying to find the fastest way out to the rendezvous point.  she looekd back , and noticed that Wicket looked slightly weaker than usual. Alater was talking to him , so she assumed that he was OK.

She faced forwards once more and kept on walking, they walked through doors which led to long, dark hallways. They did not see anyone which was good.

A minute later , they were outside and the sun was shining. her armor started getting warm , and she was tempted to take her helmet off. Instead , she turned on the cooling system in her armor which cooled her body instantly.

She heard their prisoner mumble something of which she could not clearly discern the words, but by the tone he used suggested he was in a worse mood than earlier. she looekd at him , and glared. sensing that he had pissed someone with a weapon ever so slightly , the man quieted but kept mumbling under his breath.

They all kept walking in silence. she couldn't wait to get to the shuttle , take a nap there, and go to the mess hall back at base.

It was over, finally it was over. The shuttle landed in front of the group who had been standing for a while.  They had all looking like they had walked into a fire and lived. Dax however was still getting over the shock of his stupidity. Your the one who tried that on the grappling hook. it was true.

As the cold steel ram p opened up to let them in Dax remembered the message that was still pinging in his pocket, loud enough that nobody else could hear it. He decided he would read it on the shuttle.

After this mission Life would never be the same for dax.

He walked onto the ramp, feeling his anxiety leave him. And entered the portal to home. Never to see this place again.

As he entered the opening in the shuttle he could hear sighs of relief and other's we did well, we fought well and some day we will fight together again, I will be looking forward to it just as everyone else will.

Jelly followed the others up the ramp and moved over to where the rest of Eclipse was sitting. The barriers between squads where up again as everyone seemed to shuffle off with their little groups.

“Good job Guys.” Jelly said returning a high Five to both Dax and Wicket.

Alater nodded respectfully to Jelly who returned the nod. Saph meanwhile sat looking out the window averted from the others. Things where as they always where with the rest of the group. Wicket started to pester the others for a game of Sabaac in the hopes of losing this months pay yet again. Jelly turned away from the others looking at a data pad thinking what to write for his report. Eve Fire Team Captain’s had reports to write which was Jelly’ least favorite part about Leadership.

The Shuttle rumbled underneath them as it began to take off. The cloud’s began to whip past them after a couple minutes of heavy ascent. Jelly looked back at his data pad and began to write an inquiry about his Father. It wasn’t easy ,but he finally found him under and alias he had used as an example for undercover work in the field. His father had always taught him a spy must do some of the most elite ops work including recon and disguises where a major part.

Jelly finished with what he was doing and tucked the pad back into his belt and slipped off his armor chest plate leaving on the tactical gear on. The plate clanked on the ground and came to a rest. Looking up after tousling his hair he noticed Saph looking at him for a few moments then turning back to the window. Jelly grinned a bit before leaning back closing his eyes.

“Hey Alater wake me up if yall need anything.” He said closing his eyes.

“Sure thing.” The giant Barbel rumbled back.

Even though Wicket woke up he fell right back asleep once the shuttle started to take off. The mission helped Wicket grow a lot in character. He became a better person, not only physically, but mentally. Not to mention he made some new friends and got to be with some old friends.

The shuttle landed on Tadath. Wicket woke up with a yawn and stretched his arms. "What a ride!" Wicket shouted, back to his jovial self. The group walked off the shuttle and said their final goodbyes before leaving to go to their own barracks or rooms. Wicket rushed down to his room quickly. He hadn't used the bathroom all day.

After settling down Wicket went back to his room and began to put away his belongings. He put the blaster and vibroblade under the bed like normal and hung the armor back up. "I'm gunna have to get a new bag." Wicket said, remembering that his was destroyed when he threw it at the one enemy. He looked in the kitchen area and noticed that he had left his food out from breakfast. "I think I should probably go clean that up." He said as he went over to pick up the mess he had left.

Riqimo walked into the Eclipse barracks meeting room and smelt a strange smell. He looked around the room and noticed a plate of left over food that had been sitting out the entire time they were on the mission. Wicket was walking through the halls to go meet up with the rest of the squad to play a game of cards when all of a sudden there was a scream.

"WICKET!!" a voice the sounded all to familiar said.

Oh no! Doctor! Wicket rushed into the room where the yell came from and saw Riqimo standing by the wall. Oops Wicket knew exactly what he did once he got a whiff of the smell that lingered in the air. "Uhh let me clean that up." Wicket said promptly. He went into the utility closet and gathered all the materials he needed. He then began to clean up. Guess I won't be relaxing anymore. Wicket thought as Riqimo stared and sighed.

The epidemic of shooting and killing throwing things at people as if it was a game was all fun and games to Xenos. As a new recruit he was not exactly one to show it and one who kept to himself and all his cocky bullshit to a messily low.

Having Doc and him off scouting in the begging as he found himself soon taking off his belt and sliding down a shaft feeling the fear that if he let go there would nothing to grab onto and seeing he had to grappling hook attachments it wouldn’t be all to fun. Sliding down almost directly behind Alater, he could smell the discussing smell of armor burning from the bottom from what would soon to be found as the small mans groin plate.

Making his way down and almost shattering both kneecaps backward on impact he dropped his belt as is sizzled and smoked and shook of his burning hands. Looking down at his white armor to find a deep black line running up and down his chest that smelt of burning plastic and rubber. He laughed as his chest gave off hot vapour of smoke that looked like he himself was raised from hell.

Staying in the group tightly he stayed more to the right of the group watching all doors and a number of other passages. Kneeling in effect to gain better aim he found himself more face to face bashing other troopers helmets off to see their worried sunken faces that saw better days behind using the butt of his rifle to shatter in their teeth and break their noses. A memory of his rebel bantha blasting scum came to mind of his breaking his fathers nose into his brain killing him instantly. Most people would cry on a memory as suck but it just made his burned scalp and body burn for the taste of blood.

Finding a number of men confronting the psychopathic group Xenos felt the yank form his belt. First he thought it was an enemy pulling the pin off of his grenade belt but only found the small squad leader Doc “borrowing” his grenade to easily dispose of the men. Running past the burning corpses he found a traitor on the floor face down, bleeding from a wound in his back. Not fatal but painful. Xenos stopped grinning down at the man. He was small, weak, and feeble. Xenos lifted his white boot and stomped the shrapnel sticking forth form his back. The man screamed a sound he had not heard for awhile.

“ ‘V’it mee’tal v‘other ‘ucker” He said with a grin.

The man did so hopping that this was some sick joke. Xenos raised his foot above his head and pushed all his center gravity forward bringing down his leg into the mans unprotected head. His teeth shattered into his mouth his nerves in his jaw ripped and his U shaped jaw snapped as if it was a twig off a sapling. His nose concaved into his face and the man had a painful yet quick death. The blood slowly seamed into the metal of the floor and Xenos turned to jog with the rest of his squad mates.

Having to blow away more and more traitors he started to count in his head smirking and focusing his eyes at he hit his target time after time, watching the laser rip through flesh and smelling the sickly sweet smell of smouldering flesh. Going with Saph to the barracks he found himself in charge of bashing in unprepared men’s head and shooting those that came from the showers unready and unset. Watching their white towels with the Imperial symbol stamped so graciously on the now blood soaked rag. He was met by three E-11’s all three men pointed at him ready to blow him away. But Xenos’s saw it in their eyes. Taking his E-11 and bashing the left side man’s gun as hard as he could the man freaked out trying to shoot but only ending up shooting the man next to him in the wrist. This made all three men become off balance and unready. Xenos shot the far left one in the neck the laser easily ripping through and splattering the wall behind him with blood as his buckled over and chocked for a few seconds. The man that had been shot in the wrist was siting on the floor trying to apply pressure on his wound not worrying about the man that stood over him.

Xenos went for the far right man moving forward into a long forward stance pushing the blaster the man held out to the side which fired into another traitor coming up on the group. Xenos punched the man in the face making him unbalanced one again. Reached his forward leg behind the man’s left leg and making his kink as he applied pressure to the back of the knee. The man was brought down and Xenos brought him down to the floor face up. Placing his armoured knee on the mans chest pinning him to the floor and bashing his armed hand into the metal which made him drop his gun and then taking his own gun placing it in the mans mouth and firing three consecutive shots which splattered blood brains and skull onto Xenos’s helmet and armor. Standing up Xenos wiped down his visor. Then looking down at the weeping man holding his wrist he grinned. The man looked up to his killer and Xenos raised his right leg and front snap kicked his chest making him fall over. Xenos walked right next to him not even aiming his gun up but keeping it at the side and firing once the gun reached over the mans heart.

Xenos picked up two other E-11’s and strapped one to his chest and moved on holding two with both arms. Moving back with the group he did not take long to find a new target. It was all to easy a simply shot being able to aim in two places at once. Then if he ran out with one he was exchange to the E-11 on his belt a simple substitute and an easy method of a machine kill.

Watching as the last of the charges were set and before Xenos knew it he was diving behind a crate for cover. Behind the explosion licked off a layer of his armor that made it dull and crispy.  Noticing the man they came for now under arrest all he could do was giggle like a school boy to himself wanting to go over their and rip off his ears and shoot of a round of his blaster just to over heat it and stick it in his mouth to watch his tongue swell up and bubble.

But he was quick to find his way out taking the back of the squad to shoot off those men crawling among the dead and those wishing to pop out and case what they seamed to think an ambush. Xenos was quick to make sure their minds didn’t think to less of the group and never think again. Stopping to watch a closet door shake a bit he was quick to wrench it open to find what seamed to be an officer hiding for his life. Grabbing him by his stiff collar and throwing hi mat the opposite wall he tried to almost stick to it as tiers streamed down his face. Moving to the officer he quickly kicked the back of both of his knees which where pressed against the wall and made the two opposite forces transfer enough energy to snap both of his knees. The officer sank to the floor to shocked to speak. Grabbing the officer’s long hair bringing him back and then curling his hand into a ball and punching the wall. The officer found a painful death like those before him.

Quickly running to catch his squad he whipped some of the blood off with his gloved hand reloaded all three guns and quickly jumped into the shuttle once again almost catching it. He sat back buckled in and listened to the insightful words of his squad members. He relaxed himself as if he had just gone for a mile run, something no man should have trouble with in this army, turns out those traitors did.