You guys in?

Zorgn grinned. First day in the squad and they already had orders. You gotta hand it to the top brass, they don't waste any time with pleasantries. He'd barely got his shiny new toys out of the plastic wrapping this morning, and from upon high comes the orders to use them.

That's what he wanted to hear. Come all ye greenhorns, kill for the empire.

The mission was not exactly what he'd expected for a squad specializing in multi-enviroment operations, but you can't always get what you want. He'd known they wouldn't let him into space on his first mission, but he'd hoped for a jungle or something. The tail and kill bit screamed special ops.

Nobody else seemed eager to speak up, so it seemed the duty of agreeing with the higher-ups fell to him. "I'm in, sir. When and where?"

Zorgn didn't know what sport they'd be playing, but he was a quick learner and would probably do fine. The mission was still on his mind, however. Barada Vashim, if their suspicions proved true, had a date with destiny and an unpleasant visit from the imperial army. This would be his first live mission, and he wouldn't screw it up.

The spy stuff would work out. He had a tagger somewhere in his gear that could be used if needed. Hopefully everyone had comlinks, as Zorgn suspected communication would play a key part in the hunt. He didn't have the equipment for bugging a house, but felt sure the squad leader would take care of that.

All he had to do was shake that nagging feeling of doubt from his head. Destiny...

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Good enough for ya? Comments?

"Tell me how you're going to play for that uniform recruit, they don't just grow on trees, let alone the Empire hates losing credits," the fat man in the uniform stock room threatened a young Wookiee, "I'm half tempted to call my superior and have him come down and give you the brig right now," the man sneered his chin bobbling as he did so.

"For what, your own stupidity?" Namyr said from the entrance of the stock room. Her yellow eyes glittered a little her and this Lance Corporal had problems before, "As I see it it's your own fault for not realizing that not everyone is human and trying to fit everyone into the standard size armour so you can use the extra budget to get a new droid or whatever the hell you spend that money on."

"You can't just burst in here," the Lance Corporal stuttered his chins wobbling more as his face turned red in anger, "You have no right!"

"Oh," Namyr said a roguish grin coming to her face as she put her hands on her hips, "I most certainly do, Private First Class Rakysh, I'm Sergeant Namyr'Olgkru Lythune, just call me Sarge or Nams it's easier. I believe I've been assigned to make sure fucks like this don't try to take advantage for recruits for their own mistakes," she gave Rakysh a wink before turning back to the Lance Corporal, "I think I'll take it from here, and do this again I will write a report on you and bring all your slimy little habits to light to your superior, she hissed dangerously before turning to the attendant, "Private, get this Raider proper armour, make sure he's measures, fitted, and for damn sakes make sure they're new last thing we need is him being taken down by Ewoks due to faulty armour."

"Yes, Ma'am," the Private spoke saluting Namyr who saluted back, before handing her a set of custom made armour, "Your armour is in as well, Sarge."

"Thanks," Namyr looked at the Private's name tag, "Private Johnson," though Namyr had to admit she still wasn't use to the awed looks on the newer Soldiers in Corps faces when she spoke to them. Third in rank in the Raiders, part of the ARC division. Let alone leading the slave rebellion on Ryloth, etc etc, she wasn't used to being looked at as one of those Soldiers that were spoken about in Cantinas. Shaking her head in amusement, she liked Private Johnson, she was good at what she did, Namyr would keep her name for the next time she needed her armour fitted, the woman did good work and unlike the Lance Corporal actually enjoyed and cared what she did.

"Don't worry about the armour, it's sort of well known that they have trouble with the nonhuman species. I just have to think the Goddess my parents didn't believe in having the ear cone surgery that's so popular right now, or I'd have to fight communications as well. Anyway, Rakysh, meeting in an hour think you can find the briefing room?" the Wookiee nodded, "Good see you then," she said with another smirk and walked out the room.

Walking down that hallway the armour dispute resolved, Namyr was able to get back to her thoughts. Other then her lack of sleep, which was usual due to her constant nightmares. She blamed it on stress, she had seen several squad members die on the last mission, she shivered slightly, seeing their reanimated bodies in her dreams was enough for her to spend more and more nights over at Rogueboy's apartment. Not only that her nightmares sometimes told a story of what might happen in the future, to Darr, to Leon, to Rogueboy, their faces smeared with blood, cuts, and other injuries begging her, 'why, why did this happen to them?' The only time the nightmares had stopped had been when she had thought that Rogueboy retired, then through a series of events he ended up reenlisting. Though some good came out of it due to them getting together in that short space he was out of the Corps, applied them to the rule of being together before the Corps and therefore the no inter squad relationship didn't apply. She remembered him getting up from bed the night before for some reason, blaster in hand, but by the time he had returned she had fallen back to sleep only to awake at three in the morning to another nightmare.

Namyr blinked several times and saw she was standing in front of the briefing room door, she sighed, there was never enough time just to think. Slipping inside she took her seat, and sat through the briefing, the whole time her mind elsewhere. Mindlessly she drew on a piece of scrap paper, occasionally she looked up at the new recruits, they looked so young, so innocent to this type of thing. Where a mission meant excitement, new adventures, not death and pain. Namyr shook her head, maybe she should get her head checked out, recently her thoughts did seem to be darker, well since she started having more to care about. That and being sick every other week didn't help either. Luckily a daily regiment of vitamins seemed to help her a little when she felt sick.

“I would, with all the new faces around I think we should get to know one another better. I booked one of the Zone courts so we can play a quick game or two before the mission, since there’s only nine of us instead of the required twelve one of us is gonna be rotating in order to keep the teams fair. You guys in?” Rogueboy said smiling, Namyr just barely caught his eye before looking down again at her drawings, mostly just scribbles, her cheeks flushed as she noticed that she had drawn a rough sketch of his face. Chuckling slightly she crumbled the paper up and tossed it into the trash, and nodded to Rogueboy that she would join in the game. Between the new people both teams would have to have at least one older member on it. Rogueboy for one team for his strength, and Namyr on the other for her speed and agility. Thus the fun times begun.

A quick trip to the locker room and Namyr appeared out on the court in only her sports bra and a pair of boy shorts, and of course decked out in the equipment for the game, Her Lekku had been tied back into two loops and then tucked under the helmet. She started to stretch only to be grabbed from behind and spun around, "Alex'eswo, let go, stretching is very serious business!" she gasped laughing a little.

A few hours before the briefing, Rakysh had gone to see the quartermaster about his armour. He knew from experience not to bother his squad CO about it, but he knew that he should make sure that everything was in order. Finding his way to the quartermaster’s office was not too hard- he was finally getting the hang of the way imperial bases were set out. However, once he was there, life became more difficult. The large lance corporal squeezed behind the desk had sneered when asked about armour, and mumbled something about being closed. Rakysh growled a few words, which made the lance corporal flinch visibly. The wookiee laughed as the corporal, as his translator relayed his question.

“Master Rakysh would like to know if the customised armour he had asked for is ready.”

The human seemed to steel himself.

“L-l-look,” he gasped. “You can’t come barging in here, ordering me about. Anyway, we’re closed.”

Rakysh frowned. “Why?” asked his droid.

“Ummm… Lunch break! Yes, lunch break.”

“Its 1000 hours. And if it’s lunch, where’s yours?”

The fat corporal’s pudgy hand disappeared underneath the desk, reappearing with a large, greasy sandwich.

“Here. So you can just clear off!”

Rakysh knew that the man was just being petty, and that he should rise above it, but the warrior inside every member of his race was raging to get out. The wookiee stood poised for a moment, fighting an inward struggle to not pull this man’s arms off. Eventually he turned and walked away, ignoring the muttered comments behind him.

Half an hour later, Rakysh returned. This time the fat man got one of his underlings to get the armour. He returned carrying a pile of standard imperial armour, which was five and a half feet tall and patently would not fit the wookiee. When he tried to point this out, the assistant had reached for his stunner and gabbled something about one size fits all.

Returning for a third time, (how had something so simple taken so long?) Rakysh decided enough was enough. He picked up the now ruined armour that he had tried to get into, and dumped it all on the desk. It was obvious that it was many times too small. However, instead of contritely taking the armour back, the quarter master stood up and started laying into the wookiee!

"Tell me how you're going to pay for that uniform recruit, they don't just grow on trees, let alone how much the Empire hates losing credits. I'm half tempted to call my superior and have him come down and give you the brig right now,"

Rakysh was completely taken aback- how was being tall a crime? Yet here he was being threatened with imprisonment just because he was a few feet above average. Just as he was about to give the quartermaster a piece of his mind a cold, clear voice cut through the quarter masters words like a shard of glass.

"For what, your own stupidity? As I see it it's your own fault for not realizing that not everyone is human and trying to fit everyone into the standard size armour so you can use the extra budget to get a new droid or whatever the hell you spend that money on."

The lance corporal was initially stunned into silence, but soon rallied with a retort. "You can't just burst in here. You have no right!"

"Oh, I most certainly do. Private First Class Rakysh, I'm Sergeant Namyr'Olgkru Lythune, just call me Sarge or Nams it's easier. I believe I've been assigned to make sure fucks like this don't try to take advantage for recruits for their own mistake. I think I'll take it from here, and do this again I will write a report on you and bring all your slimy little habits to light to your superior.” She turned to the assistant, eyes blazing. “Private, get this Raider proper armour, make sure he's measures, fitted, and for damn sakes make sure they're new last thing we need is him being taken down by Ewoks due to faulty armour."

Rakysh was taken through to the back and measured up for the armour. He made sure that the comlink would have full translating abilities, and that everything else was in order. The attendant finished writing things down on his data slate.

“That’s great; we’ll have that for you in 3 days. 4 at the most.”

Rakysh turned and nodded. He needed to get to the briefing.

The mission brief was unlike anything he had ever experienced. From what he gathered from the elder members of the squad, it wasn’t a particularly special mission. However, Rakysh still felt as though he had achieved something disproportionate to what he had actually done. He was now a stormtrooper, one of millions, but he still felt special. Maybe it was because it was the culmination of everything he had worked for over the past few years. Regardless, Rakysh listened with a great deal of attention, and committed to memory most of the details.


“I would, with all the new faces around I think we should get to know one another better. I booked one of the Zone courts so we can play a quick game or two before the mission, since there’s only nine of us instead of the required twelve one of us is gonna be rotating in order to keep the teams fair. You guys in?”

Rakysh was surprised by the invitation to play, but thought it was a good idea. Going straight into a mission without any idea of what his squad mates were like would not be conducive to success. However, Rakysh had never played before, although he got the general idea. He just hoped that controlling the hover-boots was easier than it looked.

It wasn’t. As soon as he had put them on, Rakysh knew that he was going to have some troubles. Slipping and sliding out on to the court and trying to adjust his undersized helmet, the wookiee waited for the game to begin.

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I hope its ok. Not too long?

Fenris got up from his work, and decided to go and see what his other squad mates were doing.  He figured they'd be in the locker rooms, and he really had to go use the refresher. 

Fenris made it into one of the locker rooms, not seeing any guys, but he did hear a shower going.  He decided to use the bathroom, and get ready to take a shower as well. 

Fenris stripped down with a towel around his waist as he looked up, and saw Nam, a gorgeous red skinned Twi'Lek naked, taking a shower.

Don't say anything, she won't notice you, just walk out, get dressed in the Mens Locker Room

Despite kind of wanting to leave, Fenris could not look away.  She really was beautiful, something Fenris didn't notice until right about now. 

Fenris's foot slipped and Nam turned to face him.  Fenris was shocked, not as shocked as Nam was.  Fenris's eyes dropped, looking at Nam from what he could see, which was below the chest up. 

"I must have made a mistake...and I'm not wearing any clothes..." said Fenris.

He was embarassed, but just smiled.  Hopefully, Nams wouldn't flip out.

Water splashed, and ran down Namyr's smooth skin, already her muscles were rebelling, tightening and aching. Either Zone-ball was a game that used muscles that she didn't normally train or she was getting out of shape. She let out a content sigh, she had been focusing more on her melee training since Rogueboy had become her training partner again, though he was still out of practice and she had to take it easy on him. Squirting some soap out onto her loofah, Namyr began to clean the sweat of the game off her skin. Her team had won, she had even managed a few scores, barely slipping past the other team. She let out a low chuckle as she heard the door of the locker room open and close. It could be only one person, due to having the court booked and the time, she hadn't seen any females around. It had to be Rogueboy who liked to prove his naughtiness by sneaking into the girl's locker room to share the warm water with her.

Still chuckling slightly she turned to scold Rogueboy for entering female only territory only to freeze, wide eyed at one of the new recruits stood wide eyed looking at her in all her naked glory. She watched in mock horror and in slight amusement as he tried not to look her up and down but finally his wavering eyes looked up down, up again, the rest down in an attempt to keep from looking at her.

"I must have made a mistake...and I'm not wearing any clothes..." his voice squeaked looking up at Namyr again trying to smile.

Namyr relaxed a little, obviously this guy was in the bathroom by accident, but then again this gave an opportunity to screw with his head a little bit. Then again his shaking hands had just let go of the towel, exposing Fenris to all his glory as his towel landed in a heap on the wet shower floor. Namyr blinked a few times, narrowed her eyes looking Fenris up and down, obviously he had enjoy looking at her. Picking up her shower bag, she casually walked past Fenris, almost brushing against him as she passed, "Not too impressive," she murmured to him as she walked past and into the main locker room to get dressed.

"Showers all yours," she added as she dried off, got dressed and headed out of the locker room, only to be grabbed around the waist and spun around, again, "Hey, Alew'eswo," she chuckled.

"Well word from Darr is that he wants to pair a rookie with a veteran," Rogueboy spoke letting Namyr to her feet and they began walking.

"Why do I have a feeling that you want to rub who I got in my face?" Namyr sighed rolling her eyes and pouting.

"Well depends on how you feel about Fenris."

"Well actually," Namyr spoke her eyes glittering a little, "The little bugger walked in while I was in the shower. Given his surprised look I think it was pure accident, but nothing like giving him something to be paranoid about," Namyr said as her and Rogueboy turned and glared at Fenris who walked out of the locker room. Seeing their looks he scurried back inside, "Yeah that should be just fine as a pairing," she said smiling and turning down the left hallway.

"Hey where are you going?" Rogueboy asked.

"We're about to go on a mission Rogue, I'm going to pray to the Goddess."

"Since when have you started that?"

"Since, I've had something to want to protect," she said cryptically and disappeared around the corner. Heading for the Chapel floor, she went into the small sanctuary they had build for the Twi'leks, Sitting down, cross legged on the floor Namyr began to meditate speaking to her goddess for good fortune and safety on the mission.

Rakysh decided to head straight back to his barracks after the match. Although none of his squad mates had said so, it was plainly his fault that his team and lost, and the wookiee’s competitive streak wouldn’t let him forget it. Even though the game was supposed to be a fun way of getting to know each other, Rakysh still took the loss hard. Trying to put it out of his mind, he went to get an early night before the mission ahead.

On the way to his quarters, Rakysh ran into the Lethan twi’lek who had helped him out earlier at the quartermasters. Through the translator, he thanked her.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Anything to take the support staff down a peg or two. They think that they’re better than us, even though they’ve never risked they’re lives for what they believe in.”

There was a slightly uncomfortable half-minute long silence, which was eventually broke by Nams.

“Unlucky back there on the court. G-ball isn’t for everyone.”

Rakysh agreed, and replied

“Thanks again. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Feeling slightly better, Rakysh continued on to the dormitories. He slept like a log after the days exertions, but woke up early, too excited about the upcoming mission. He knew that trying to sleep was pointless, so decided instead to read up on the mission. Apparently another squad on a similar assignment had seen the politician meet with their target, a known terrorist. As that squad was already overstretched, Raider squad had been assigned to follow him. They had been put into pairs and one three, each taking a six hour shift. Rakysh had been put with Darr-Rann, his squad CO, and they had the first shift. The wookiee received a message telling him to meet in the briefing room, with weapons but not armour.

Carrying his bowcaster, Rakysh entered the round briefing room. Darr was there already, apparently unarmed.

“Greetings Private. As you know, we are going to be tailing Barada Vashim. We’re not going to be trying to catch him yet, just see what his routine was. You’re one of the only wookiees on the planet, and very recognisable, so you can’t be seen to be following him. You’ll be driving a speeder in case he gets in a vehicle, while I follow him on foot. Make sure you keep in touch with me on the comms”

“Yes sir!”

The blonde human smiled. “Good. Find an unmarked speeder from the garage and let’s get going.

It was still early when they arrived at the senator’s house. It was incredibly plush, with several floors and many windows, which unfortunately were blocked by silk curtains. Rakysh was on one end of the street, with Darr at the other, loitering below a streetlight. About an hour into the mission, nothing had happened, and Rakysh had just decided that stormtrooper work wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, when he caught Darr’s voice on his comm.

“The suspect is coming my way on foot. Loop around so that you’re a block away at all times. Make sure he doesn’t see you. If he realises he’s being followed by me, your going to have to take over.”

His heart thumping in his chest, Rakysh did as he was ordered. He did not envy Darr- this early in the political district, there were very few people around and Darr had to ensure that he wasn’t seen at all.

About an hour had past, and the suspect had passed into the commercial district. Even this early (or late) there were still advertising boards glaring into the dawn skies. Shop windows showed anything and everything you could want to buy, although almost none were open. Rakysh kept his distance as the progressed into the seedier end, where rubbish still littered the streets. Every now and then the comlink crackled with movement updates.

“Feck, I think he’s seen me. He keeps looking into windows, and crossing the street twice. I’m not stupid enough to follow him, but he suspects something. Ah, great, he’s getting into a taxi. Ok, end of the highstreet, move! I’m going back to base as he’s knows what I look like- you make sure you don’t loose sight of him.”

Rakysh flicked the accelerator, and the speeder crept forward. He could see the taxi now, and as it zoomed off into the rising sun, Rakysh knew he was going to have to stay close. He was new to these streets, and the taxi driver had obviously grown up in them. They twisted and turned, though didn’t seem to be going in any particular direction. Rakysh once lost him, only to see him turning back the opposite direction. The wookiee realised that senator thought he might still be being followed, and slowed down a little. Luckily, by now the morning rush hour had started, and it was much easier to stay anonymous.

At last, after many twists and turns, the taxi stopped- right were he had started! Darr had returned to base, so Rakysh was on his own. He pulled up in the speeder parking lot, and sat back to see what would happen. Unfortunately there wasn’t that much to see- the senator paid the driver, then disappeared into a shop- and stayed there. Rakysh waited for an hour and a half, slowly growing more and more cramped, before he got a message that the senator had been sighted back at his house, and that his shift was over. Rakysh sighed, more than slightly perplexed about how the man had got back to his house, but returned back to the barracks all the same. He filed his report into the mission log, and headed back to his room for some serious thought. 

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Done

Sithspawn...Which idiot let this noob through basic training? was a thought that kept running through Dante's head as he sat at a stained table, waiting for his turn to patrol. His partner, a young recruit named Lucas Mulgorth, seemed a little...overenthusiastic, chattering non-stop about what he did outside the Corps while he cleaned his weapon. Dante had seen such people before, and they had the lifespans of wampas on Mustafar, and were about as likable.

Dante had repeatedly reminded himslef that the trooper was new, he didn't know what he was doing, and that he wasn't worth the effort and trouble it would take to knock him out for an hour or two with a well placed jab. Eventually, he had lost it and shouted at the new trooper to go away, which he did. Now, looking back, he regreted his action, as he would probably have to rely on the man in the weeks and missions to come.

A single red energy bolt and they're dead. Their expressions distort into a questioning, blank stare and they fall to the ground like a sack filled with supplies. I've seen it all before.

Dante had first bumped into the man in the shower after the game and had been slightly unnerved by his smile. Something about Lucas just didn't seem right, and the way he kept on bouncing up and down was slightly unnerving.

In a way, Dante was surprised that the Empire was using such recruits. He had known that, statistic-wise, the number of capable recruits had dried up. Even before Endor, fewer and fewer people had been going into the Corps, both because of moral problems and the abysmally low pay. A security guard for a private company could expect to earn at least two-thousand credits a year, almost twice that of a private, and the packages often included room and board. Compared with the starvation rations that were standard fare for troopers and the durasteel bunks, it was clear which job was more profitable.

To make the problem even worse, private contractors were actively trying to lure away seasoned veterans, paying huge sums of cash and even resorting to outright kidnapping in one sensational case. To add insult to injury, the VE often was forced to hire such high-priced guns to mantain control in certain sectors. The difference showed in that the contractors were not under VE law, and effectively had a liscense to kill.

Although the defense of order and the protection of the Empire was at least an order of magnitude more important than being a hired thug for some obese official, sentients had a distinct tendency to disregard morals in favor of credits.

Those who fire blasters shouldn't bemoan war, Dante. Can you say what you're doing is any better?

Yes, I can. By doing this, I'm defending order and preventing terrorists from attacking the defenseless citizens of Tadeth.

Do you believe that? As likely as not, you're simply being used as a political pawn. The assignment of the Raiders is intended to act as a reward for some obese, paranoid foxtrot who's toed the party line.

His eyes closed, Dante shook his head only to hear the clink of plastoid on glass as he knocked a pair of drinks over and their contents spilled onto the floor tiles.

"Damn..."

It's going to be a long night...

Fenris had just finished getting ready.  He was wearing his black clothing so he wouldn't be notice, and had the standard issue pistol and vibrobayonet. 

Fenris waited outside the house, using the stealth of night to stay hidden.  His comlink buzzed.

"Fenris, be careful, we don't have a speeder, and reports say that no one is going to be entering or leaving the house." said Nams.

Fenris and Zorgn had been told to try and get a bug on the house, or at least check to make sure they had no electronic dampening device.  Each one of them had 5 bugs, enough to bug the mansion properly from the outside. 

Fenris had a bad feeling.  He wasn't sure if something was going to happen to another team, or if it was the Mess Hall food he had eaten previously. 

"Mansion in sight...security systems seem to be on.  Lights are on, and I have a clear shot at Barada and his wife enjoying dinner.  I might be able to get close enough to bug the front door...that way we might be able to hear something, even if it is faint." whispered Fenris into the Comlink.

The security system installed wasn't too high tech, all it would take was a good slicer to take the system down.  If the job was infiltration, Fenris would have already done it, sadly the mission was intel gathering, so silence was key. 

"We can't waste the bugs...and it's too much of a risk to have you get detected." reported Nams.

Ahh how sweet

"You work out?" joked Fenris into the comlink, trying to lighten the mood.

"Rogue, he's moving towards you. He has one hand under his shirt and I can't see what he's holding. I'm moving in towards you.” Vidala said.

The Raider’s assistant squad leader hesitated for an instant before deciding his course of action; he would not engage the man in the middle of the street in front of the target. “Firemane, pull off. I’ll handle this womp rat.” Rogue said as he calmly started walking west away from the approaching man, however Rogueboy made sure not to look at the man.

Leading the man on a slow chase Rogueboy winded through the city passing through allies and whatnot, at first attempting to lose the man then finally giving up on that attempt. “Firemane, there’s an alleyway on the corner of Kadann and Saint-Victor, there’s the back exit of a restaurant there. I want you to hide in the dumpster and as I come around stun my follower. Do not kill him, I got some questions for him.”

“Roger that.” The female Twi’lek said.

Knowing that it would take her at least fifteen minutes in order to get in position Rogue decided to dick around his wannabe murderer and waste some time, passing through a park Rogue was able to see Firemane’s speeder pass him by as she went to get into position.

The alley was dark, exactly how Rogue wanted it to be and he slowly walked through it. The spook no longer took care to hide himself as he knew that Rogue knew that he was being tailed and so caution was scattered to the wind like so many ashes. Passing by the dumpster Rogue was unable to see Fireman anywhere, perhaps she ran into some trouble. He thought, however he followed along with the game plan, as the follower came into the alley there was a flash from behind and he crumpled to the ground.

Stepping out of the dumpster Firemane looked pissed. “You asshole, do you have any idea how bad it smelled in there? What kind of a restaurant is this?” The red Twi’lek said as she attempted to clean herself.

“It’s a Huttese joint, which means they’ll cook anything they find. Gimme a hand gonna put this guy in the trunk and go for a spin. Reach Darr and tell him of our situation.”

Lucus came back to find his partner he felt bad about talking non-stop and decided to go talk about him he didnt often talk about himself he didnt like to. he looked on the table to find his partner asleep he decided wether to wait or wake him up, he decided to have a bit of fun and positioned him for about 5 minutes before waking him up.

he shook his head and sat back as he raised his head.

Dante groaned as he felt something sharp poke him in the ribs, then in the gut.

What in Chaos...

He opened his eyes and saw the trooper "Muglug" he had shouted at earlier standing over him, an idiotic grin on his face as he prodded at Dante again with the butt of his E-11. Even through the plastoid, Dante felt the metal and decided that the trooper had overdone it. Lucas  froze in mid-laugh as Dante raised his head and stared at him with murder in his eyes.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?"

The trooper started to back away, mumbling, as Dante got to his feet.

"Uh...waking you up?"

The plaintive note in his voice did not escape Dante, but he chose to ignore it.

"Really? I had no idea you had to disembowel someone to wake them up."

It was at that point that Muglug made his biggest mistake; mumbling something about "just having a little fun", followed by some insults.

Attacking me was bad enough...but this too. I don't give a damn if you're a Raider, that's going too far.

Dante took two steps forward and grabbed the scruff of Lucas's shirt with his right hand. Ignoring the man's protests, he slammed him into the wall fairly hard and spoke through gritted teeth.

"First, if you're going to wake someone up, don't make them feel as though their guts have been ripped out."

He pressed a little harder, ignoring the trooper's grunt of pain.

"Second, don't make up excuses that a blind Gungan could see through."

A spiderweb of cracks appeared on the duraplast coating of the mess hall wall.

"Third, don't insult someone, especially not if you've pissed them off already."

He let go and the trooper fell to the floor gasping for breath.

"Understood?"

There was no response, and Dante felt a sudden urge to apologize.

Chaos, I'll probably be trusting this guy with my life in a few hours. Not only that, he is a Raider...No. I can't. Whatever I do wrong, I can't admit a mistake, show weakness, not to a recruit on his first day.


Forcing himself to ignore Lucas and the guilt he felt over his treatment of the trooper, he turned and walked from the room, feeling uneasy. 

His helmet com-link buzzed and he activated it. Darr's voice, sounding slightly tinny, came through and Dante listened.

Going into the Krath hound's den to bug the place? Could be worse, although I'd rather give it a face lift with a ton of explosive. Oh well, we don't pick the assignments, we just execute them.

Leaving the compound, Dante headed into the barracks to change into something a bit less noticeable than the ivory-white stormtrooper armour.

On the bright side, this one shouldn't be too hard...

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I know Dante's a bit behind. I'll catch up in my next post.

The Tadeth air felt cool on Dante's face, gently trying to tug off the black mask he wore. Along with the rest of the squad, he was clad in a night-black shadowsuit and was also wearing a pair of night vision goggles. The electronic device ran on a tiny power cell and could run for two hours without stopping. The viewscreen dyed the night into shades of green, which made it possible to see the surroundings but made seperating threats from the background harder.

Nothing like a challenge...

Although the mission was supposed to be a blue milk run, with the house's security systems compromised and spotters in the area. Dante had learned the hard way that such rosy predictions had a nasty habit of ending up FUBAR. As a result, he had decided to hedge his bets and wear an armour-weave vest underneath the suit, just in case there was a firefight. Although the lightweight vest couldn't completely block a direct blaster bolt and was far inferior to stormtrooper armour, it could dissapate enough of the energy to make the wound survivable.

For this mission, Dante had raided the armoury, which was fully stocked as most of the squads were still on leave. As a result, he had more than enough choices, which was a welcome change from the undignified scrabbling he usually had to endure.

He had walked through the aisles and eventually decided to use a DC-19 blaster carbine. The Clone-Wars era weapon was the weapon of choice for the Republic's shadow troopers and more than made up for its small clip with its various settings and its portability.

The perfect weapon for a stealth mission, although if I have to use it we're in deed poodoo.

He had also brought along a vibro-knuckler, in case close range combat became needed. Now the trooper was in the middle of the group of camouflaged Raiders slowly making their way into the complex. They had gone down a hallway, having successfully placed well hidden bugs  in four out of the six targets. Darr took one of the two remaining bugs from a belt pouch and used a waterproof adhesive to place it in a hollow the SL had made in a vase using a combat knife. A few dabs of quick-drying brown paint later, the listening device was in place and ready to be activated. Each of the gadgets had several miniaturized recharging power  cells and could effectively run forever without any further interference.

The squad had put three rooms between themselves and the bugged hallway when Dante's headset crackled and Rogueboys voice came across, grim and quiet.

"Raiders, you have company. At least five fancy speeders just pulled to a stop outside and ten civvies are coming in. Suggest you get out ASAP."

Stang.

Darr replied, his voice calm.

"Understood. Inform me of any other developments."

There was a click as the Squad Leader closed the channel and he gestured to the squad. They were a few meters away from a door when they heard footsteps and voices coming closer. Thinking quickly, Dante pulled a door open and ducked inside, followed by the rest of the squad. They found themselves in a opulent room(will expand)

Lucas followed Dante in following the rest of the squad. the voices where still getting closer and the squad moved even further in trying to find somewhere they wouldn't be noticed.

The room grew and grew, it seemed bigger than the actual house itself, he heard the door open and voices where allot more clear, He quickly ducked into the shadows like most members trying to find a good spot under the cover of shadow, it was a small hole where the room opened up completely engulfed in shadow.

He looked around and noticed he could only spot 5 squad members, the voices where now impossible not to hear and 5 men dressed well stepped into the room.

Each member stood completely still except the men in the center of the room, they moved closer and Lucas got a good look at them, only one human the rest aliens, 2 male Twi'leks and they other three he couldn't identify.

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kind of an edit to my last post, sorry about that