Alater leaned back on his chair, relaxing for the first time since the mission on Tadath. His shoulder was in a wrap from a blaster bolt he had had the misfortune of having an argument with, and he had barely escaped with what he had. He sighed as he took another big puff on his cigar, a nasty habbit he had picked up on the mission, but apparently not as nasty as was possible. His body was used to having to deal with the dangerous effects of radioactivity on high levels, and therefor faught off the effects of the cigars with a resounding vigor. Maybe in sixty or so years it may begin to cath up with him but Alater didn't really care. They gave him a sort of calming effect that was the exact balance to his newly found Krsst abilities.

A long rifle sat next to him, a sort of hunting rifle slugthrower he had picked up at a local store for a little discount. He had found that being roughly seven and a half feet tall and looking like a monster out of a child's story book had made him a very good price negotiator. He hoisted the gun and chewed down on the cigar.

"Pull!" Alater barked and lifted the rifle with one hand. His weapons droid pulled the lever on the target shooting device, and off went a solid clay disc. Alater waited a second and then pulled the trigger. A loud crack resounded with the sound of shattering clay as the target exploded into quite a few peices. Alater sissed a little bit.

"Good shot." Muttered Gimp, the newest member to Eclipse squad, sitting on Alater's far left next to Doc. Doc looked over at Alater but didn't say anything. His little form was clothed in comfortable clothing, not even a rank on his shoulders. Alater had never seen Doc so relaxed without a female present, and so was glad to see his Brother in such a good mood.

"Yes well, it's not a challenge anymore." Alater said, and it was the truth. There wasn't really a weapon in the Empire he couldn't pick up and use with proffesional accuracy and skill. That's what happens when you're a Heavy Weapons Specialist, you get tired of shooting things that don't move and shoot back, and even then only if they know what they're doing. If you're not in danger of dying or getting shot then what's the point.

"Why is he even here Doc? Matter of fact, if he is here where is everybody else? This little spot is perfect." Alater said, looking around. They had found this nice little grove at the edge of a forest. Perfectly sunny, with high green grasses that were very nice, the end of the forest was visible, a cliff face running down to a beach. If one were so inclined there was a path down to the beach, and known only to Alater there was a cave about halfway down that was hidden in a blind. Alater called for another pull and fired off at another target.