"Leon! I was just about to go get you, it seem's we'll be having a special guest arrive soon," exclaimed Garryll, walking around one of the velvet couches and giving his Squad Leader a pat on the shoulder.

"And who will this guest be?" Questioned a fatigued Leon, dropping his duffel bag to the ground.

"You alright? You look horrible."

"Just tired. Did the whole crazy workout thing today and I really need some rest," replied Leon as he hopped over the couch and landed gently on his bottom. "So, who's the guest?"

"Rizzit. He'll be arriving here in about half an hour. Apparently we've been assigned a new mission."

"Already? Looks like HC has gone insane after all. Well I'm gonna go wash off and then I'll be in my office. And please, don't make a mess out of things, let's try and stay neat shall we?"

"You got it. Orobos and Tanus are out anyways, and I plan on leaving myself. Gonna go out and eat."

"You going with anyone else? Any females taggin' along?"

"Haha, that's for me, and only me to know," Garryll replied, giving Leon a playful wink.

"Just don't ware yourself out. They can do that to you. They work in evil ways, Garryll, very evil ways."

Garryll chuckled softly before making his way out of the Barracks, finally giving Leon the chance to be alone. He closed his eyes and let his head sink back into the comfortable couch, his body slowly unwinding. He let out a long sigh, trying to sink as far as he could into the couch. At first glance, it would seem that the Squad Leader was at peace, totally relaxed, not a single thing wrong with him.

Wrong.

Ever since Yuka, Leon was was haunted with the deaths of his troopers. His mind never stopped churning, never drifted away from those dreaded moments. Was this what Darr-Rann went through all the time? Was he suffering from this constant pain that could only be healed through time? He probably was. After the past events, Leon's respect for the man was doubled - No, tripled. He just hoped he wouldn't end up like him, not that there was anything wrong with him, but he wasn't exactly the most sociable person.

Opening his eye's, Leon slowly stood up from the couch and made his way to his bed room. The fresh aroma of some foreign scent reached his nostrils, sending a spasm of pleasure throughout his body. Quickly, he pulled off his sweat drenched shirt and the rest of his attire, and tossed it on the gold sheeted bed, revealing a very muscular body that could only be obtained through years of hard work. He slowly trudged across the bronze carpeted floor, opening the door to the bathroom and shutting it quietly behind him. Just like every other bathroom he had owned, this one was covered in white tile and one sink cabinet. On the wall above the sink cabinet was a mirror, portraying a bearded man with blond hair. Leon didn't even glimpse at the reflection, and instead hopped into his refreshing unit.

~~~~ Ten Minutes Later ~~~~

Leon quickly buttoned up his standard Imperial uniform, something he had grown very fond of wearing. He quickly inspected himself in the mirror, noticing how good he looked in uniform. The few medals that ran along his chest sparkled brightly, setting off a small gleam in the young man's face. After feeling satisfied, he made his way to his office, something he just recently discovered that belonged to him. In fact - He had discovered this today, but hadn't checked out due to his workout schedule.

Squad Leaders do have their perks after all, thought Leon as he stuck his rank cylinder into the designated area, unlocking the door with a loud click. The door quickly slid open, revealing a room Leon knew he'd be spending a lot of time in. He couldn't help but smile when he laid eye's on the wood furnished table that stood in the center of the office. Behind the desk (His very own desk) was a leather black chair, the Dark Dragoons insignia stiched into the center of it. Above the chair was a larger version of the Dark Dragoons insignia, blending in perfectly with the white walls and gold carpeted floor. To the left of the desk was a window that over looked the majority of the city, which would provide a beautiful spectacle at night time when the city was lit aglow.

Leon returned his attention to the wood furnished desk and walked around it, letting his hand skim across the smoothe finish. He then pulled out the chair, noticing how nice the leather felt under his rough skin. He posistioned himself in front of the chair, placed both hands on the each arm, and gently lowered himself onto the cushiony surface. He then leaned back, kicked his legs up on top of the table, and placed his hands on the back of his head. This was one moment he would never forget.

Never.

But something seemed to be missing, something that most offices had. He just couldn't place his finger on it. A vibrating noise coming from within the table drew his attention, and he quickly located the source. He slid open the middle drawer, and inside was a brand new Data Pad.

His Data Pad.

"Wow, next thing you know I'm gonna get a raise, now that'd be great," Leon said to himself as he opened the message that had been sent to him. The message contained everything he needed to know about the upcoming mission, but the title told him not to open it until he received his briefing. As if on cue, the door to his office slid open and a familiar face came into view. Leon tried to regain his composure as best as he could, quickly taking his legs off the table and snapping to a crisp salute.

"Sir!" Shouted Leon, cringing away from the very own sound of his voice.

"No need for that Leon," replied Rizzit, returning the salute out of respect.

"I was told you would be coming to brief me, but I didn't expect for you to come so soon, sir."

"Well that's what happens when you're always in a hurry. HC's got me running all over the place, you know how it is."

Leon nodded.

"So! I'm gonna make this as fast and clear as possible. You look like a good listener, so try and bare with me."

Another nod.

"The NR's Stock Market has been producing rapidly, and their racking in the big cred's. Now because of their mass numbers and the certain parts of the Galaxy they control, this makes things a lot easier for them then it does us to make money. Now usually, we'd send in a Spec Op's team to do this, but they're all unavailable at the moment and we think your squad is the next best unit to complete the job. It's simple enough, and I think yu might even enjoy it. You might not even have to shoot a single shot, that's how easy we've made it for you. Basically, and simply put, you're gonna be going in as a maintenance crew. Two elite Slicer's will be accompanying you and it is your job to protect them. They're going to hack into the main frame, switch some decimals around, change some numbers, and set off a couple of EMP charges. This will leave the NR in disarray, and when they get everything back online - Which will take about two days - They'll find themselves in a heap of trouble. They won't even know what hit them."

Leon thought it over for a few seconds, trying to find any flaws in Rizzit's plan.

He couldn't find any.

"Well it sounds simple enough, I assume we'll be there for about a week? Maybe less?"

"Less. We want you guys in and out. Two days tops. Everything else you need to know is in your Data Pad. Any questions?"

Leon nodded. "When do you want us to leave?"

"Tomorrow night. You'll be getting their in style," replied Rizzit with a wink. "Oh, I almost forgot. The planet you'll be shipped to is called Zefra, similar to Coruscant but smaller, way smaller.

"Sounds good. I'll brief my squad right away. Thank you sir."

"Anytime Leon. Good luck, and don't get yourselves killed. This mission is very important and we need to complete it. Don't let them find out who you are either. Good luck." The Platoon Commander saluted, and then turned on his heel, leaving the SL alone for the second time that day.

So, this is it, my squads first mission. Should be interesting. He quickly sent out a message to the quad, ordering them to report back to the Dark Dragoons barracks right away. In less then an hour, the Dragoons were all rallied up. Leon gave them the same briefing he had received and made it slightly more detailed.

"You all got that?"

"Yes sir." Replied the squad in unison.

"Good, lets get our rest, we're gonna need it.

*Before Leon's post*

Gates was walking back to the barracks when his comlink rang.

"Hullo?" Gates opened up the small device.

"Gates, Leon, c'mon back to the barracks."

"'k- good thing you didn't call earlier, we were in the middle of a discussion about the, uh, anatomy of Rebel scum."

"You were on a date arguing with someone about the removal of Reble body parts?"

"Uh, yeah, sarge, basically. She was a combat medic. No harm done. Not like she likes rebels either."

"Great, she have a sister?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out!" Gates joked. "I'll be back at barracks momentarily."

"Good. Make sure to get some sleep. You're going to need it."

Gates heard his SL hang up. He returned his comlink to his pocket, then walked onto the street with the barracks on it. Flashing his ID, he walked through the doors, into a clean, brightly lit hall. He took some turns until he got to the DD wing.

After hearing the briefing, he went with his squadmates back to the barracks.

Gates pulled his weaponry out from under his bed; a DC-15 blaster rifle, a sniper/slug thrower, silenced, an E-11, 2 heavy assault weapons, a couple pistols, a folded up E-web, a vibroblade, a rocket launcher, and a flamethrower, and the ignition keys to four dropships, a freighter, and a speeder. He went to unwrapping the sniper rifle. He sighted through it, adjusted it slightly, then put it away, in a specific case, with all of its ammunition. He sorted through the pile of weapons, sliding them into distinct piles- rifles, pistols, clips, heavy weapons. He stored most of it under the bed, except for one pistol, which he tucked under his mattress, just in case.

Then he climbed into bed, pulled the covers over his head, and went to sleep.

Orobos walked into the office and into the room containing his bunk with a small locker next to it. He opened it up. Thee was a series of rifles hanging from rack which had boxes sitting on it as well. They contained some ammo clips, frag grenade and a DC-15 pistol.

He pulled that out of one of the boxes and two spare ammo clips for it. It was small enough to conceal but it could still pierce armour with a well aimed shot. he loaded it, made sure the safety was on and stowed it in a small carrier bag under his bunk.

He pulled the bottom out of the locker once again. It concealed five different brands of a drink. He picked out the clear bottle with the amber liquid inside and took a swig from it. He should have changed his hiding place for these things after all he had his suspicions that Leon knew about it. He imagined himself waking up to find his secret stash gone. He banished the thought from his mind with a fury hat even shocked him. Maybe he was a bit too fond of this drink.

He put the bottle back and reached for his stormtrooper armour ten remembering that they would be going in undercover. The armour would be sort of a give-away he thought to himself.

After they had gotten back from Yuka he had gone to the armour and had the armour modified for him so that it looked just like everyone else's.... just bigger..... a lot bigger.

As he looked at the carrier bag with the pistol in it he felt as though he should bring something else with him. He thought for a moment. He couldn't think of anything else to bring. He sat down on his bed and buried his face in his hands running through the missions he had been through. Nothing compared to what other Vast empire soldiers had been through.

His first when he'd been assigned to the Dark Dragoons the mission on the little, miserable, backwater planet Aurek. Then the attack on the Republic shipyard. Then half the Dragoons squad had teamed up with Eclipse when they went after that pirate Gabriel. Then Yuka which had been probably the toughest of them all and now this.

He stared at the white walls of the barracks for a long time thinking over these conflicts he had been in. He was lucky so far and had only suffered some minor injuries. He lifted his hand in front of his face. The fake hair on the half of his augmentic hand blending in perfectly with the rest of the hair. He heard the tiny whizzing of the miniature gears inside as he moved his fingers.

I'd allowed myself to become distracted by something I've seen before. Keep your mind on the mission.

Orobos thought this as he pulled his legs up onto the bunk. His head resting on the pillow he closed his eyes drifting off into an uneasy sleep. Knowing that he had another conflict to add to the ever growing list.

Orobos woke and sat up rubbing the back of his neck sleepily. it was still dark outside but the sun was creeping over the horizon. He stood up. It was too warm and he didn't like it. He waked over. The setting on the thermostat told him it was twenty-six degrees Celsius. He spun the dial till it read 2 degrees. He smiled as he got back into the bed the cold air spilling out of the vents nice and cool on his back.

********************

Orobos woke up and grabbed his pistol just as Garyll stuck his head in the door. He flicked the safety back on when he saw who it was.

"Hey Leon wants us up in ready in ten," he said before walking down the corridor, "Jesus it's freezing in here,"

"Hey remember Yuka," Orobos replied,

"Oh yeah," Garyll shivered, "anyway we're meeting outside the mess-hall in ten so hurry up,"

"ok no problem,"Orobos mumbled,

"Bit jumpy," Garyll said eyeing the pistol,

"Well we just got back from a mission with enemies around every corner, takes awhile for it to wear off,"

"Might come in a bit handy since we're going on another one,"

"I suppose so,"

Orobos stood up stretching and grabbing his belt. He opened up a small pistol shaped compartment on the inside of the belt. There was two more each the size of an cartridge for his DC-15 pistol. Both compartments were covered in a hard resin so that they couldn't be detected by any security scanners. He stuffed some rations into the pouches.

He then grabbed the carrier bag and stuffed it with a few things he'd expect to find in a civilian case. A few pieces of clothing and the likes.

When he was finished Orobos walked out the door ad down to the mess hall. Leon, Garyll and Tanus were already standing outside waiting their bags and gear slung over there shoulders.

"I said ten," Leon told him tapping his wrist with his finger.

"I'm a minute late," Orobos said, "if it costs us our lives it's on my hands,"

There was an uneasy pause and everyone looked away from Leon who had gone slightly paler.

"C'mon lighten up," Orobos said moving over and patting him on the shoulder,

"Yeah, lets get moving," Tanus said as they walked down he corridor.

Gates climbed onto the shuttle, swinging around his bag. It clumped his SL on the back, who turned with a slight look of annoyance.

"Soooo sorry, sarge." Gates said, all smiles. "This is just like R&R. No dumbass rebels trying to shoot us, just us on a nice relaxing trip to trash the NR stock market."

The young non-com started whistling (badly), as the seven men walked to the shuttle. He climbed the stairs, into the passengers' cabin. There, he threw his bag onto a seat, claiming it as his.

He started exploring the shuttle, walking the entire ship's length, checking for refreshers, hidden things, etc. He finally sat down into his chair with suitable non-military fashion.

"Ya already look like a civilian." said the Falleen, falling into his seat with similar gusto. "Feels good to not have to stand straight up all the time."

"Huh." the man said, lacking some of his natural good-naturedness. He wasn't that great with people outside of his squad. Nevertheless, he generally tried harder. "Yeah, just kinda tired."

He yawned, but didn't feel like going back to sleep for a while.
So he pulled out a couple decks of cards, saying, "Anyone up for a game?"

Gates scooted over a bit to let his larger friend into the cards game.

Maybe it was just him, but the techs were some of the worst cards players in the history of the empire. He chuckled softly, being over fifty credits up.

He started humming, a favorite from the achademy.

"Napalm sticks to rebel scum, doodah, doodah,
Napalm sticks to rebel scum, doodahdah day.
Watch 'em scream and burn!
Watch 'em scream and burn!
Napalm sticks to rebel scum, dooda doda day..."

He repeated this endlessly, humming along when one of the techs got pissed.

He, along with his fellow storm trooper, took a bit more money from the tech duo.

Gates, finally feeling a bit sorry for the two men, dropped out, saying, "I'm out. Anyone mind if I smoke?"

A chorus of 'nos' was his response. He lit up a cigarette, then puffed once or twice, while checking his datapad for messages and the like. Mako had gotten him hooked, and, sure enough, there were a half-dozen messages; a reply from the logistics that they'd tell him if they got any blast cannons and to stop asking, dammit. Another, from Mako, asking where in hell there were going. One from his girlfriend, similar, with less cussing and more wondering when he'd get back. A few old issues of a magazine, some spam and shit.

He turned the device off, sticking it back in his bag. He pulled out a Mynock silent slugthrower pistol, checking that it was still in tip-top order; he did the same with his small virbo-blade.

One of the techies shivered. Garryll noted it. "Remember," the young non-com said, "My job is keeping you guys alive."

Then he put his weaponry away, and put his feet up to reminisce about something, he was sure.

Tanus settled in the back of the shuttle; eight hours was a long time to spend in space, and given what their was, Tanus wished it’d be shorter so they could get in and get out, regardless of what was going on. Leon sat down across from him, and started to close his eyes when both Karken and Ivor walked in laid their bags down. Ivor leaned forward and nudged Tanus to being fully awake.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, but we should probably go over the mission procedure now.”

Tanus just gave him a threatening dead stare.

“We haven’t even taken off yet, we have eight bloody hours, and you want to go over mission breakdown now? Do me a favor, Ivor, and stow it before you get put out in the void.”

Leon just started laughing to himself, as did Karken. Ivor sat back in dismay. Tanus would have been sorry otherwise, but he wanted to rest for a bit before any more talk of the mission was to be spoken of. Too much was at stake for to screw something up based on temper. Tanus closed his eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.

4 HOURS LATER

Tanus awoke to the sound of faint music. Leon had his music player on, and was in a total state of otherworldliness. Tanus rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. He looked around and saw that Karken and Ivor were looking over some data pad specs when Karken looked over to see Tanus staring at the pair.

“Oh, you’re awake. A tad bit more hospitable, I hope.”

Tanus stretched in his chair and cracked his neck, feeling instant relief as he heard a satisfying crack going from his neck to his spine.

“Yes, slightly, but still not by much. Now if you want, we can go over those procedures. Hopefully this won’t be taking long. I’ll call the men down here.”

Tanus got up and walked down the aisle, seeing the three remaining Dragoons playing a game of cards. Tanus tapped both Urakai and Garryl on the shoulders.

“Hey, come back here, we’re going over breakdown.”

The three of them got up and moved back to the shuttle where Karken withdrew a small holoprojector from his pocket and activated it.

“This is the place. This is the New Republic Stock Exchange. It’s located in the center of the city, and is literally crawling with personnel. Basically, its one big treasure chest. Now this is what is going to happen: we’re going to go in as technicians, as I said earlier, start sifting through data, grab what we can on stocks, numbers and the like. This is just a preliminary step to what we’re actually going to do. After the exchange closes down for the night, we’re going to move in and set up some things that the New Republic doesn’t necessarily need, such as a panic. What you five are going to do is act as lookouts and set up an escape route. When it’s done, it’ll be smooth sailing from there.”

Tanus looked at the building: if he’d wanted to, he could bring the entire thing down, piece by piece. But that wasn’t his mission, and that wasn’t his problem; not now at any rate. Leon was the next one to speak.

“OK, now we’re going to divide into groups. Now I know it’ll end up being for an uneven number, but with Orobos here, we’ll just consider it six.”

Tanus heard Orobos let out a snort; Leon just smiled and continued.

“OK, Tanus, Urakai and Garryl are going to go in during the day and set up some escape routes and cut some security measures out of the picture: thermal scanners, security-cams, and the like. When that’s done and their shift ends, Orobos and I will move in and watch out for the slicers while they do what they’ve been asked to. When we’re done, Tanus and the others will have a speeder ready to take us back to the shuttle and off-planet. By the time we’re home, the New Republic won’t know what hit them. And I think that about covers it. We have four more hours; get some rest. Dismissed.”

The three other Dragoons got up and went back to their seats, all of them getting ready for some sleep. Tanus thought he would go back to sleep, but he wasn’t tired; not now at any rate. He sat back and took out a book, opened it up and started reading. He would have like something else to calm his nerves, but he decided that this would have to do.

4 HOURS LATER

Tanus felt a lurch as the ship landed in a docking terminal. He started putting his book away as he heard the hiss of the hydraulic ramp lowering and a slight thud as it hit the duracrete ground. Tanus grabbed his duffel and slung it over his shoulder as the Dark Dragoons made their way out of the shuttle into a horde of technicians and security forces scurrying to and from places all over the hangar. Tanus smiled inwardly.

Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.

The new storm trooper, fresh out of boot camp, was walking next to Gates as they walked out of the shuttle.

"Hey there, I'm Alhzen one of the newest members of the squad." the younger man said, extending his hand, looking somewhat nervous.

"Garryll Gates." the friendly non-com took the new recruit's outstetched hand, shaking it. "Just out of basic?"

"Yeah, those seargeants are always looking to bite something off."

"Don't worry, sargeants are a hell of a lot better in the corps. Take Leon for example." Gates tapped his SL on the shoulder, stirring his CO from sleep.

"Whazzat? We under attack, Gates?"

"No, sarge," Gates said, laughingly. "Just giving an example to the stormtrooper here that not all seargeants are insane or tough." He turned back to the private. "Leon's allright. Actually, he's a real good SL. Used to let me an' Mako get away with everything."

"Mako?" asked the soldier hesitantly.

"Friend of mine, WIA," Gates responded. "Yuka, last big op. Hell, we were on patrol when one of our guys got KIA. Insane planet, worse that friggin' Hoth. Well, anyway; so Mako and Me and Leon are on patrol when we get attacked by this crazy-ass bird thing. Mako torches it and then decides he's gonna take it home, right? So this 50 kilo piece of shit is stinkin' p a storm when Leon tells Mako to leave it. he removes the head and scares Orobos out of his suit when we got back to base!"

"I heard that!" said the larger stormie.

"Oop, checkpoint! Don't say anything inscriminating, now. We can share some more war stories later, good luck, private!"

Orobos stepped forward showing his ID he had received before they left stating he was a Republic Technician. A few men waved hand held scanners in front of him.

"Sorry sir," one of them said holding out a hand for him to stop, "Could I just see what you have there?" he said pointing to one of the pouches in his belt.

Orobos reached down pulling out a map folded up and stuffed into the pouch. The guard took a quick look at it and waved him through. Orobos shoved the paper back into his belt sighing.He walked over to were Leon and Tanus were and waited as the rest of the squad was cleared.

Once of the rest of the squad moved up to them and the two technicians accompanying them they moved on down the crowded hall.

"What now?" Orobos asked,

"Well now we let them know we've arrived," one of the technicians replied.

They walked on until they reached a small desk Leon Tanus and the technicians moved up to the desk showing ID. The rest of the squad stayed back out of earshot.

"Hey," Orobos said nodding to Alzhen. He seemed to be getting on well with Garyll.Orobos looked over at TX-47. He hadn't said anything since they got on the shuttle.

"Hey," Alzhen replied with the same nervous grin he'd worn when talking with Garyll.

This is a nice an-easy first mission for you enjoy it. From here on out," Orobos said pointing off into the distance," It'll be screaming jumping of un-imaginable heights, gunfire and more screaming."

"C'mon, there isn't any jumping off un-imaginable heights, don't be ridiculas," Garyll replied.

"Alright C'mon guys," Tanus said walking over, "We're going off to our assigned quarters," he said then walked off after Leon and the technicians.

The rest of the squad gathered themselves up and followed him.

Orobos stared at the door in front of him with the numbers 402 stamped on it with white paint. The dark, grey paint on the door partly worn away from constant opening and closing. Orobos stared down at the keycard in his hand which had 402 stamped on it as well with gold paint.

Orobos looked back at the door. There didn't seem to be any opening for the keycard. He started to search the door. Trying to slip the keycard into any crack he found.

Orobos looked to his left. The rest of the squad was standing there all of them with big grins splashed across their faces.

"Anyone laughs and they're a dead man," Orobos said still searching for where the keycard was supposed to go.

They all burst out laughing at his pathetic attempts to use modern technology. Finally Garyll walked over took the keycard from him and put it up to what appeared to be a hole with glass in it for looking out into the hallway. A small beam of red light shot out scanned the card. There was a click and a hiss and the door slid back to reveal a moderately sized room.

"Why does everything have to be so complicated," Orobos mumbled as Garyll chuckled.

After a minute He emerged again with his bags stowed away. He had his pistol and knife as well hidden from view. He walked over to the rest of the squad who were talking with the technicians.

"What's happening?" Orobos asked as he reached them.

They all looked around to make sure no one was listening in. Apart from a small droid cleaning the floors down the end of the hall there was no one else there apart from them.

"Well we're going to our assigned positions and start our work," one of the technicians replied.

"Remember you guys are trainees, that's why you won't be doing anything accept watching."

"Ok let's go."

Alhzen sighed as he looked at the massive New Republic Stock Exchange building. I sometimes really wish I hadn't lost that bet everything is so complicated now... he thought recalling to the time back home in one of his favorite cantinas.

Well at least I have money now the empire pays a lot more than they did when I was fixing people's broken droids. he thought and jumped a little bit as the knife inside of his pocket almost fell out. "Whew that was close." he said quietly and adjusted it.

While he was leaning against the side of a building he saw Garryll walk off into the crowd. Must be going to find some exits and spots for recon or more of those army things. I probably should of paid more attention in training. he thought with a sigh.

Alhzen rubbed his eyes the effects of not getting any sleep were catching up to him. "Maybe I should of slept a bit more on the shuttle, I didn't get any sleep before I was put into the DD." he said to himself and yawned loudly.

Since no one in the squad was really doing anything well except for Garryll. Alhzen went to a nearby shop which was selling a few interesting trinkets. He popped inside of the building and looked around. There were many little things inside the shop from rope to calculators to even fruits.

He looked to one of the corners in the shop and saw a sign that read "Fun Things" in red letters. "Hmm." he said and looked and scanned the racks full of things.

He picked up a small bag of round metallic balls and read the label "Sparkle Spheres" he smiled at the name and turned it to the back which explained how to use them. "Just throw them on the floor and watch the sparks fly!" was what it said. "Fun,fun,fun...these things could come in handy." he said and put them in his left hand.

Alhzen eventually finished and went to the counter where the cashier a stocky Rodian checked the items for prices. "The total comes to 92 credits." said the Rodian in a rough galactic basic. Alhzen dug into his pocket and pulled out 100 credits and left them on the counter. "Keep the change." he said as he walked out of the shop.

When he got back to the rest of his squad Tank approached him. "Where did ya go?" he asked.

"Oh I just went to pick up some things." Alhzen said and showed him the bag which had the Sparkle Spheres, a small rope and a few bottles of water.

"I see." said Tank "Well lets talk again later." he said and walked back off.

Alhzen leaned up against a pole and placed the items he bought into different pockets. Well except one of the water bottles which he opened and drank out of. "Much better than the stuff I had with me earlier." he said somewhat refreshed.

Orobos took a swig from his canteen and slipped the catches back on his belt. He looked around over the heads of the crowd. He saw Tanus and Urakai walking past one of the stalls and around a corner. Alzhen and TX-47 stood chatting. He walked over to them.

"Have you guys seen where the others have gone?"

"Dunno, they were here a second ago."

"Ok,"

Orobos looked back over to where Tanus and Urakai had gone and watched as they walked back around the corner. He looked around again spotting familiar faces amongst the crowd. He flicked on his radio.

"Garryll where are you? I can't see you."

"I'm almost back at the rooms," he said. His voice sounded strained.

"What are you doing there? Are you ok?"

"Yeah you wouldn't believe what I got of this guy. Gave them to me because of the way I walked."

"What? What is it."

"I'm going to hide them somewhere. They're Whisper subsonic slugthrowers."

"I thought this was supposed to be a covert operation?"

"Yeah but you never know if we might need them."

"You've got a point there."

"What are you guys ranting on about," Tanus's voice cut across them.

"I'll tell you when I get back," Garryll said.

Orobos turned around to Alzhen and TX-47. And motioned for them to come over. "We better get to securing some escape points."

"Right," they replied then turned and walked off in the opposite direction near the spot where they'd come in.

Orobos walked through the rabble and angry hagglers at the stalls. He was walking by one stall with a large bearded man shouting out deals. He walked out from under the shade of his stall and waved some papers in Orobos's face.

"30 credits," he said smiling.

"No I don't want them,"

"Finest, nice piece of land."

"No just go back to your stall Orobos said pushing the man out of the way but this wasn't going to deter him from trying to sell his items. He pushed the papers into Orobos's hands pointing frantically at the picture.

Orobos stuffed the papers into the mans hands knocking him off his feet at the same time. He landed several feet rolling over and running back to his stall. The crowds around his stall went quiet but as he turned and walked away they went back to their trading and shouting.

Orobos walked past a barren wall which had a small escape sign written in several languages. He pushed the door open and looked down a small stairwell which seemed to lead to a basement. He walked down the stairs which did lead to a basement but there were several doors which led out into the side alley. He flipped on the Radio.

"There's an escape route which leads down to a set of doors into the alley. It's located on the east side of the NRSE building on the floor we came in on.

"Al, you still have those chemical packets & components I gave you?"

"Yeah"

"Good.  We'll make some mines arm them at the bottom of the stairs, after we're all through.  Anyone following us will set them off, taking out the stairs; noone would reach the tunnel to chuck a grenade in!  If we're really lucky the entrance will be hidden by debris!"

With an evil smile shared, they get to work...

"In Saphira's defense, she did it all to toughen us up for this.  She did a damn good job, too.  The fresh meat don't know [yet] to thank their lucky stars they have her." Tank muses as he finishes a Sonic Mine.

"I suppose.  Man, did we ever take a lot of Bruises though" Al adds with a wry grin, finishing the Frag Mine he made...

Tank calls it in "Oro, we have a clear path ready and waiting."

Alhzen smiled as he finished his mine when Orobos came down. He had listened to the conversation Tank and Orobos had between each other but didn't really pay attention until the end.

"Just don't let anyone see you and when you're done make sure they're hidden." said Orobos and the end of the conversation.

"Ok we will find some stuff to cover the mines with." he said.Ooh this will be fun when one of our enemies walks past this and...boom. thought Alhzen with a smile. "I don't know why but whenever I make something I get a feeling of accomplishment, especially if it will help take out enemies of the Empire." he said and got up shaking the dust off of himself.

Alhzen scoured around the room looking for something to hide the mine with and  eventually turned to see a ripped up old blanket. He went over picked it up and placed it on top of the mine he made. Then he looked over to Tank who had his covered with a pile of dust.

"Well we make a pretty good team, don't we Tank." said Alhzen as he opened his water again and took a sip.

"Thats right Al, I am quite happy they put us in the same squad." said Tank as he scratched his forehead.

Alhzen leaned against the wall and cracked his knuckles "So why do you suppose the Empire wants us to take put the stock exchange building?" he asked while pulling out his water and taking a sip.

"I dunno probably to take out some of their financial support and things." replied Tank as he let out a sigh.

"Ya thats probably right, come on lets get back to Orobos." said Alhzen as he walked out into the alleyway quickly followed by Tank.

"All members return immediantly to Home. Repeat all members return immediantly to Home." is what Alhzen heard coing from the Comlink Orobos had in his hand. "Hmm wonder what it could be." said Alhzen as he scratched the side of his neck.

"Dunno, it is probably something important or else they wouldn't of called us back to the hotel." replied Orobos. "Come on we better get back." said the large Whipid and the group began walking back to the hotel.

While they were walking back towards the hotel Alhzen took his water and took a sip leaving practically nothing left in the bottle. He sighed as he put it away accidentally bumping into a blue and green Twi'lek. "Sorry." he quickly apologized and him, Tank and Orobos continued on towards the hotel.

After the group of 3 reached the hotel well Tanus' room to be specific everyone else in the squad was there. Soon enough Tanus stood up and informed everyone in the squad about what was happening.

"Well as I have just found out our current Squad Leader Leon has been ordered on a special mission by General Rizzit. I will be the new Squad Leader and the new Assitant Squad Leader is now Alater." said Tanus as he pointed at the very large Barabel.

Alhzen practically jumped out of his own boots when he saw Alater. "Woah..." he muttered to himself.That is one scary looking person... he thought with a sigh as he looked at the large black scaled Barabel.

Tank approached him soon after Tanus gave his little speech to the squad. "Strange, right when we get put into a squad the squad leader leaves." he said with a sigh.

"Ya I know, and did you see the new ASL." replied Alhzen. "One cold look from him would make someone drop dead." he said while he scratched his head.

Tank nodded at his comment "So, weren't you happy you brought those components with you?" he asked. "Otherwise we couldn't of set up those mines.

"Ya definetely was fun, but hopefully they work. It would really suck if they didn't explode and whatever was chasing us would get to us." said Alhzen as he pulled out his water bottle and took a sip finishing off the bottle. He threw it into a nearby garbage bin which was in the room.

Tank sighed and cracked his knuckles. "Well cya later." he said and walked off into a different part of the room.

"Ok." said Alhzen as he sat down in a nearby chair. Finally I got to sit down my legs were killing me... he thought with a sigh.