Foy

[Deton]

"So be it then. We will sign you onboard our R and D department. We will be impounding your ship for now."

 

He paused for a moment as a comm came in for him.

 

"Actually we have work for you right now. Your new mission objectives will be to design weapons, machines and materials for squad based combat, raiding, and sabotage. We will set you up with a lab, whatever supplies you need a living expense and room and board. We will check in on your results, and ask for field tests, but I am sure you can handle that.

 

You will also be in charge of teaching our stormtroopers the finer points of things such as demolitions, repair and IEDs. Good luck and if you will just follow that gentleman over there..."

 

He pointed to a nearby stormtrooper.

 

"You can get on your way. One more thing, should you attempt to leave the planet we will shoot you down, daughter or no."

[Ary the Grey]

Funny thing about both teams was they both had the same armor and capabilities, only a different paintjob on their armor. So Malus did hear his roof man cry out when they took him, but still. He tired of this nambly-pambly bullcrap.

 

He and his remaining men left their positions, moving straight out of the bunker in a casual but alert fashion, Malus holding that flag high in the air. When they reached a clearing a short way aways from the bunker, he unceremoniously began laying the flag in the dirt, activating his internal comms, patching his transmitter into a public channel his opposing team would also be able to hear.

 

"Command, this is a waste of time. It's a waste of my time, skills, and interest, and a waste of your resources. If this is what the Empire has to offer a former General, slapfights and waiting games, you can count me out. I'm not proving myself to your men, I'm being set up with a scenario that is degrading and unlike any warrior's training, and quite frankly it looks like it was done this way on purpose as a way to humiliate me. I deserve better treatment, and so do your men. Opposing commander, the flag is yours."

 

Malus began to walk away from the small battlefield area on foot, not caring to wait for a transport or potential reprimand from higher. The whole situation, to him, was rediculous.

[Vayne]

"Well," Billy remarked upon hearing the so-called General's transmission, "Mind-screw game worked like a charm." He grinned at his fellow Commandos as they strolled leisurely up the field of battle, claiming the flag for their own that had been unceremoniously tossed onto the ground. Gamble just stood there in the middle of the field as the rest of his Commandos gathered around him. He waited for them to form a circle about him before calling up to Higher.

 

"Command, this is Bravo Team. Be Advised, Mission Accomplished. Zero Casualties. Zero Injuries. All Personnel Present and Accounted For. Over." With that, they turned and gave each other high-fives as Billy stated simply, "Brains over brawn gents. Brains over brawn." They celebrated together, slowly making their way over towards where Command was, joking and story-telling all the way.

 

"Oh Shit!!," said Delta team leader, "We lef' ol' boy up on the roof with his hands an' feet flexi-cuffed." A few chuckled while others shook their head. Gamble came over the radio as he stated, "Alpha team, be advised, you have a flexi-cuffed observer stuck on the roof of your bunker. How copy over?" He figured that they'd heard him just fine, but Billy threw in the How Copy just for shits and giggles... heh.

[Ary the Grey]

Upon hearing the opposing commander's demeaning comment over the comm, Malus snapped. He instantly keyed back up, murder flaring in his eyes.

 

"Why don't you go clean up your own mess, Bravo? Or are you too scared to do that too? Any commander can sit on their haunches forever, looking at the trophy, but it takes a man with fire in his guts and balls in his pants to try and take it. I joined this cause because I thought the men here were worth half a damn, but you just proved to me otherwise. Good luck winning your war, it's probably why you lost at the Death Star."

 

And with that, Malus removed his helmet, flinging it forcibly against a nearby tree so hard that it fractured up the side. He was sick and tired of working with imbeciles. At this point, he really could care less what the command would say. He hadn't signed his name on the dotted line, to them he was just another number. And to him...he wasn't sure if they were worth his time.

 

Several hours later, he found himself at the off duty bar, half drunk again. This was how it always ended.

[Vayne]

Gamble and a few of the other Commandos raised their eyebrows at the so-called General's response. A few chuckled as they shook their heads. "All that, -and- he leaves his men behind," Gamble commented, himself in a state of disbelief in a sense. The Imperial Command had hired that merc to do the job of a General and he had failed miserably in Billy's book.

 

The rest of Alpha team weren't as irresponsible as their commander had been, having a sense of brotherhood that clearly the mercenary General did not have, they recovered their fellow trooper and joined up with Bravo as they made their way towards the command post. One of them even voiced their gratitude to Billy for culling the merc from the pack. Clearly he wasn't cut from Imperial cloth, especially letting his anger get the better of him and just leaving his man behind.

 

While en route to the CP, they all talked amongst each other, speculating on what sort of tactics the merc would've used in combat. Probably something equivalent to throw enough bodies at it and eventually you'll come out on top. Someone mentioned how the merc had a record of being some General for... the Mandalorians? Wow... whatever!!

 

Just then, one of the Alpha team members produced a recording:

"...Yeah, I used to be a Merc, but I'm a damn good one. But before I was a Merc, I was Mandalorian."

 

"I was eventually promoted to General. You may or may not know, Mandalorian Generals still serve on the front lines. I wasn't fighting for money, for some crazy ideal or government. I was fighting for my family. I'm sure most of you have or had family, and the ones who are here who don't have anyone, have each other. You're brothers. Men of Honor. Akin to Mandalorians."

"Where's my brother now?" the man who had been left atop the bunker inquired upon, now cut free from the flexi-cuffs that had restrained him. "Men of Honor my ass," another replied. One of the other Alpha team members pointed as they stated, "I believe he tried to fight that tree over there, breaking his own helmet in another losing battle... then... I don't know. Maybe he ran off to go get drunk. Isn't that what most mercs do after a job? Or should I say, a failed job?"

 

"Ohhh... Too Soon!!" one of them commented as they finally came upon the command post. Gamble called the men to attention, forming them up in their respective squads before turning about to report to the commanding officer, rendering a sharp salute.

[darth shadowlord]

A flash of light over the night sky of Foy signaled the end of the last of the hyperspace jumps that Draken had made. He waited several minutes to get within range of the Imperial sensor's then broadcast his command code to the base letting them know who had arrived. Quickly a wing of TIE Defenders were diverted to escort Draken's ship to the Command hanger.

 

The starfighters moved into escort formation in perfect coordination, each of the pilot's knowing their role within the escort as then flew. Ten minutes later the escort flew overhead in a salute as Draken Landed his ship and along with Goro disembarked from the ship and sought out General Grestic.

 

"Evening General. I have another Recruit for you. He goes by the Name of Goro. " He paused for a moment looking over the command center for a moment. "How did the exercise go between the two potential officers?"

[Fulmin Grestic]

Grestic unclamped his hands from behind his back as he turned around. He was dressed in full combat armor minus his helmet that stared out at the combat field while resting upon a nearby table.

”œGoro you say? Interesting, doesn't sound human.”

[darth shadowlord]

Draken led the general off to one side away from the men then spoke. "Agreed as to the Mandalorian, I want to see what he is really capable of. Like you say, it seem that the former commando is now spec ops material. I don't believe that he is even stormtrooper material, perhaps it is time that we move him elsewhere."

 

He pondered a moment running his hand over his goatee as he considered things. "Suppose we put him into the star fighter program, he may have the aptitude to be a fighter pilot as opposed to his lack of skill as a special operative. In the mean time I believe Goro is ready for action, place him with the Mandalorian. It would be good to see how the two of them react under combat stress and how capable officers they are."

[Fulmin Grestic]

Fulmin paused for a moment as a stormtrooper escorted Gamble in after the exercise. Turning away from Draken, Fulmin approached the former imperial commander.

 

"All right solider I see you completed the exercise with zero casualties and zero injuries. Impressive. Now lets talk about your actions in the field as well as a few other things such as why you consider me a high born general? Feel free to run through your plan of action which included showing disrespect of a superior in front of your men."

 

He rested on his haunches and hooked his hands into his belt. An aid strolled up next to him data pad in hand, preparing to record what the commando had to say.

[Vayne]

Giving a light, semi-humored grunt, Gamble replied, "Heh, you heard about tha' eh General?" He stroked a hand over his chin before continuing, "Men'll -always- talk about their chain of command behind their backs sir. Always. My intent was to give them more motivation to excel. Men like to feel as though they are the underdogs striving to prove themselves. I helped to set up that scenario in their minds."

 

Pausing for a moment, he kept his focus on the General, "That's not t'say that I don't agree with my own sentiments... Since you're calling for an explanation sir, I'll continue. I find it nigh-impossible to believe that a mid-twenties year old general actually earned his way to that position. With the age of recruitment, that'd mean you'd have to been commissioned while a teenager, then receive a promotion a year, spending only one year per rank until you made your first star."

 

Shaking his head as he continued, Gamble went on, "Nowhere have I seen that anywhere in the Empire before. Typically, officers go through higher education learning before they receive their commission as well, with an average amount of four to five years to complete such, some as fast as three." Musing, he went on, "I 'spose you could've gone the associates route, grabbing a commission in two years, but still the timeframe just doesn't fit for an experienced General sir."

 

Shrugging his shoulders lightly, he went on, "Your decision to hire a mercenary and promote him directly to General is most undesirable for an Imperial Soldier as well. Most of us are a proud lot. Damn proud to be an Imperial sir." Nodding over, he continued, "Then you go and select some mercenary whose yet to prove himself with us as a General over those who are loyal to the Empire. Not loyal to money."

 

Glancing over his shoulder briefly, Gamble went on, "I respect General Malus' Mandalorian background, I do, but with his little temper tantrum out on the field today, seems he's the type to just throw bodies at a problem until it goes away." Shaking his head, Billy went on, "I don't believe in throwing away Imperial lives like that."

 

Pointing down, Billy went on, "With the field between our location and the bunker being pitted with craters and rocky with boulders the height of two men in places, that didn't leave a lot of good cover and concealment. Instead, since there was no timeline given, I decided to put my men on a work-rest cycle, ensuring that they would stay well-rested until we struck."

 

Quirking a bit of a smirk, he went on, "Most likely, it was going to be either an hour after twilight t'nite, or an hour b'fore twilight come the morning. Probably th' morning. My men were rotating out to harass the Nova troopers all day and night, going well into the morning in order to wear them down, make them tired and complacent perhaps. Since General Malus didn't rotate them out and had them on 100% alert the whole time, it was going to be -very- favorable for my team come the morn."

 

Counting off on his fingers, Gamble went on to explain, "With the weather conditions being what they are, raining; the hour of the morning, before twilight; and the state of his men; those three conditions would've given me the upper hand for a battle that saw him on the defensive in his own territory, and my guys doing a one to one assault."

 

Shaking his head, he went on, "General, when we do raids, Commandos prefer three t'one odds. Today, we had one to one. Also, we like to use stealth and trickery. During the daylight hours, there was no real opportunity for stealth. Not with the terrain being what it was." Continuing, he added, "I did some recon; analyzed the terrain; tested the enemy for a response; found a weakness; employed tactics to enhance that vulnerability; ensured that my men would be well-rested for the assault; and gave my team the best possible circumstances considering what we had to work with."

 

Folding his hands back behind him in a position of parade rest, Gamble finished with, "In the end General, I acquired the flag, suffered no losses, no injuries, incapacitated only one of the enemy, and brought all my men back home." Shrugging a single shoulder, he went on, "I honestly wasn't expecting my little mind-screw game to pay off with such big dividends. The goal was to ensure he and his men were wiped for the morning assault; not push him to the edge of damaging his own equipment and walking out, forfeiting the flag sir."

[darth shadowlord]

Draken stepped in for a moment his mood dark as he looked down at the so called former commando. "If anything Gamble, you got lucky. You were rash, ill-prepared, sloppy the only thing in your favor was the fact that this exercise didn't involve live or even stun weapons because you and your men would have been nothing but corpses.

 

Now in regards to your current bout of insubordination, if I were you then I would start thanking whatever it is that you believe in that I haven't allowed the old punishments to be brought back or I would have you flogged in front of all of the men on the parade square. Henceforth you and any other officer and soldier here will begin showing superior officers the respect that their title gives them. Dismissed!"

[Fulmin Grestic]

Fulmin switched arms with his helmet as he listened to the explanation given to him by Gamble. Moments later after he had finished Draken stepped in to give the man a dressing down. When it was all said and done Fulmin motioned a sgt over.

 

"Tell Malus to meet me in the war room."

 

Turning to Draken he gave a smirk.

"Grab the former commando and your new recruit and meet me in the war room. I think it is time to make some waves."

 

With that he stalked off, with an idea in his head.

[Ary the Grey]

Malus was lucky that he was only on his second drink when the runner found him, though it didn't stop him from cursing. He rushed to go get back into uniform, arriving to the war room as was requested of him on time. Interestingly enough, he was the first there.

 

He sat down in one of the chairs, awaiting his brief. He still didn't understand why they wanted him for a mission after this mockery on the training field, but there would be time to question his superiors in private later.

[Guest]

Thirsty as ever, Goro found a nearby drinking fountain. He understood that one important and yet often overlooked element to sound fighting was proper hydration. He was not sure what this band of men had in mind, but he was ready to work, and in order to work, he would likely be asked to fight. A little battle every now and then was good for the soul. He and his ridiculously toned four arms would be ready.

[Fulmin Grestic]

The room was dark as hologram projectors that displayed areas of the galaxy floated around the room. Images of what used to be strictly imperial territories flashed about as Fulmin waited for people to assemble in the room. Once everyone was settled and ready he began.

 

"Gentlemen I have called you here today, as are selected members to lead a critical operation. Your target is an Outer Rim Territories world located on the Corellian Run and forming one endpoint of the Death Wind Corridor. "

 

He paused for a moment as a hologram on the center table shifted in order to display a picture of the world Ryloth.

 

"Your objective in this mission is that of sabotage. You will be transported on world via troop transport and my own personal ship. Team one will consist of Malus as team leader and Goro as second in command. As of right now Goro you now have the rank of a lieutenant."

 

His eyes narrowed as he figured Gamble who also had the same rank would protest in some fashion. Yet pressing forward so he didn't have to snap the kid's neck he continued.

 

"Team one's primary objective be the destroy three of the most profitable Ryll dens in the city Kala'uun. The secondary objective is to raid their treasury to deny them their profit margin."

 

A screen came up displaying the three target areas.

 

"You will plant an explosive in each one in order to destroy each festering slime pit of a den. As well all known Ryll is a relatively weak form of spice used to create a number of medicines used throughout the galaxy. However given its unregulated use in this galaxy it is sadly misused and becomes an ingredient in glitteryll. We will be sending the message that this shall not be tolerated in excess."

 

He paused for a moment yet again as the entire screen shifted to display Floating Rock Gardens of Ryloth.

 

"Team two will have the objective of destroying the Floating Rock Gardens of Ryloth. Similar to team one's objective and in fact a supplementary mission for team one's objective. Further more in destroying this tourist attraction we will be allowing for a stronger media focus on ryloth and pressure the ruling government to step in and clean up its act, or we will. Team two will also be using explosive to achieve this objective.

 

Team two will have Gamble in second in command and I will be team leader.

 

After each team's primary objective is complete, both teams are to mine and detonate the following caverns."

 

Four brightly lit areas appeared flashing in red to designate their target status. These are in Kala'uun. Collapsing these tunnels will disrupt the way of life for the civilians but, also greatly hamper the spice production in this city. After that every one is to bang out of there with a job well done."

 

 

He paused again this time as the break down of each team became listed. An aid walked around handing out datapads to everyone assembled.

 

"Each team is specialized, we have picked out two Bomb squad stormtroopers per squad for obvious reasons. The bulk of your unit however will be built of storm commandos. Each squad has a team of five storm commandos. This means we will have eighteen men on the ground during this op. This should be a relative cake walk.

 

Now then are there any questions? If not this op starts at 0400 tomorrow."

[Ary the Grey]

Malus piped up as he absorbed the information, a solid plan for a good PR boost.

 

"Just a couple, sir, what's the opfor looking like? What can we expect to be up against? Also, will we have any overwatch? And where will the extraction zones be?"

 

Just standard information, really, Malus was just making sure he had all his i's dotted and t's crossed.

[Vayne]

Gamble listened intently as the instructions were given. Only somewhat surprising was the choice of Malus as a team leader for the first squad. The new man, Goro, was freaking huge!! He was made second in command of the first squad. Leaning over so only Goro could hear him, Gamble whispered, "Be ready to take charge of your squad Lieutenant Goro. Mister Malus o'er there is liable to quit an' walk away if things don't go the way he wants."

 

Nodding briefly over at Malus, Gamble added Goro, "See the dent on his helmet there? That's from his little temper tantrum earlier when he gave up during an exercise and forfeited the flag." Shaking his head, Billy finished up with, "Have fun followin' him... hope you like runnin' away... or walkin'... whichever. I doubt our opponents will bend over so easily and let us azz-rape 'em." Then he turned his attention towards Malus' questions.

 

Not surprisingly, the highborn General was going to lead a squad himself. What General ever led a squad? Inwardly, Billy found it amusing. Maybe he felt the need to try to prove himself after their exchange earlier. Gamble honestly hadn't figured the General to not say a thing about his tactics in the exercise, but then again, what was he to expect of this 25 year old? Some other idiot came in and dressed Billy down.

 

This group had a -long- ways to go to get their Empire back; that was for damn sure. Being an Imperialist through and through, Billy was ready for the challenge. Happily on this mission, their squads were made up mostly of Commandos. Heh... Smart choice.

[darth shadowlord]

Draken's lip curled as he spied Gamble chatting during the briefing and he could hear what he was saying through the Force. This time he had had enough, letting the force seep through his already strong voice he let out a roar, one that any drill sergeant would be envious of. "GAMBLE! You seem to be under the impression that the rules do not apply to you. "

 

Draken was silent for a moment then spoke again. "This man has been warned. Now hear this All of You! Henceforth anyone not showing the proper respect to superior officers will be flogged starting with Gamble. General, have everyone assemble in parade square in twenty minutes and tell Lieutenant Williams to assemble the device that he brought with him. "

 

With those words he turned back to Gamble and looked at him with disgust. It seemed that some people just didn't learn, and so all that remained was the dealing of the consequences to those who were guilty. Frowning slowly, Draken reached out and embraced the Force reveling in the feel of the power before he lashed out and grasped all of Gamble's weapon's with the Force. As soon as he had a hold of the weapons, he pulled them from their sheaths and dropped them at the master at arm's feet across the room.

 

With Gamble disarmed , Draken quickly tapped a single point on his lightsabre and a single poison coated needle fell into his hand. The needle had been coated with the slow acting paralyzing agent made from the thorns of the black rose. He took hold of it with the force and cast the needle through the tiny gap between the spaulder of Gamble's armor and the breastplate where the two inch long needle would likely pierce Gamble's armpit spreading the paralyzing agent to the nervous system.

 

((Paralyzingshot Requested.))

 

[/i]

[Vayne]

This wasn't the time or place to point out the idiocy of the one speaking again. He went on about how Gamble had been warned, but honestly, the Commando had only spoken the truth. Malus had forfeited the flag like a little bantha, walking off the field of battle, throwing his helmet at a tree like a toddler having a tantrum, and then went off to get drunk in a bar. Quite the leader. The epitome of a General to be sure, especially for the Imperials. Billy could hardly believe this other idiot supported him so fiercely.

 

Regardless though, when the force user (Draken) relieved Gamble of his weapons, Billy simply raised his arms partially to allow for ease of removal from his holsters. No need in one of his blasters accidentally going off and shooting him in the foot or something. Draken's next move didn't look all that exciting though. Once the needle started heading towards Billy, his Imperial Commando, lightning-quick reflexes kicked in, shifting his forearm slightly before the object and catching it firmly stuck within his bracer.

 

The needle did indeed penetrate the armor, but Gamble was (possibly) lucky enough that the needle found itself not actually penetrating all the way through to the skin. Turning his forearm slightly to eye the portion that was sticking out, Billy replied, "I'm man enough to face the punishment without any exterior influence." With that, he began to follow what passed for Military Police (since I am unsure that we have any officially or not) towards the parade square, glancing back, he shook his head slightly towards his fellow Commandos who had bested the mercenary-general, indicating that they shouldn't interfere, whether they were going to or not.

 

((Defense Post))

[darth shadowlord]

((Very well, though it is rather unlikely that he would see that needle.))

 

Draken went to his ship while Gamble was being tied to the flogging post and went to the training room he kept aboard the ship. He opened a compartment and removed a coiled twenty foot long whip crafted from the finest leather known to the galaxy. Picking up the whip, he walked back to the parade ground where all of the troops were assembled.

 

"Master of Arms. Strip him to the waist."

 

"Sir."

 

The master of arms motioned to a nearby soldier and together they stripped Gamble of his armor and then of his tunic before tying him back to the whipping post. There was some talk in the ranks as Draken stepped out on the parade grounds holding the coiled whip in his hand as he approached the center of the square. As he reached the centre of the square an Ensign stepped to his side and took the whip from him as Draken unclasped his cloak and draped it over the ensign's outstretched arm.

 

Next he unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, revealing his well muscled and rather scarred torso before he took the whip back and held it in his hand. Letting the coils of the whip drop to the ground for a moment as the entire division went silent, Draken inhaled audibly before he snapped the whip up into the air and cracked it sharply. The whip opened a six inch long gash along Gamble's back before he spun the whip around and snapped it against Gambles back again, ripping another parallel gash open.

 

For ten minutes this continued with a new lash cutting Gambles back open three times per minute till all thirty lashed had been administered. "Cut him down and have him taken to medical, do nothing other then clean and bandage his wounds. Division Dismissed! General, reconvene the briefing in four hours."

[Vayne]

Having been given a small wrap of leather that had been rolled up to an inch's thickness, Gamble bit down into it. As the strokes came, his teeth dug down deep into the leather as he clamped down hard, the incredibly intense pain being nearly unbearable to the point of passing out. Nearly. While wishing he could keep silent and not give Draken (or Malus for that matter) the satisfaction of hearing him groan or cry out in pain, the whole ordeal was just too much.

 

It was one of the longest half-hours of his life. Once he was cut down and taken to medical, the nurses took extra-special care not to cause him any further pain while keeping to Draken's order of doing nothing but cleaning and bandaging. One of the nurses, a shapely blonde in her early thirties, pushed two others aside as she held some neosporin-type gel that not only disinfected, but also numbed the pain.

 

While she applied it liberally, she stated matter-of-factly, "It cleans the wound more thoroughly." Of a truth, she was correct, since that was the primary purpose of the gel. Gamble was especially appreciative of her gesture as the pain-killer began to go to work immediately, numbing the nerves as the gel itself seemed to cool them. It was an... odd... sensation.

 

"Don't go to sleep jus' yet," one of the nurses stated. Just then, a doctor strolled in and began to examine Billy's back and the numerous gashes. Shaking his head, he stated, "I'm putting you on bed rest the next three days at -least-. Probably seven. Light duty for two weeks to follow." He wrote down his diagnosis and slapped it on the clipboard at Gamble's bed. Turning to one of the candy-stripers, he stated, "Inform the General."

 

And with that, the Doctor simply walked out, leaving the nurses to tend to the bandaging. Krath were they gentle... The Empire certainly trained them right. It wasn't too much longer before Gamble was moved to a semi-private room and left to rest. Before passing out, he made a call to Zayn, having them stand to in shifts of two. He wasn't looking forward to missing this first mission. It was a Krath-damn shame...

[Guest]

With one set of powerful arms folded across his chest and a lower set of equally powerful arms folded across his stomach, Goro looked on, not really sure of what to do. What had this fellow done to deserve such treatment? His actions must have been menacing. The great Goro proceeded to fill his durasteel canteen with purified water as he awaited further instructions from his superiors.

[Ary the Grey]

As his questions went unanswered, cut off by the outburst, Malus paid close attention to the events that unfolded around him. Tactfully he remained silent as Gamble was taken into custody, and he filed out with the rest of the garrison to the parade square. Quite honestly, he had mixed reactions towards the punishment. On one hand, the man certainly had pissed Malus off a good deal, on the other, it was a rather inhumane punishment and he was still a brother in arms. Any weak link in the family needed to either be removed or strengthened, and while Malus generally held a fairly brutal philosophy when it came to training, usually it came as a constructive method of training through pain, not destructive such as the spectacle that he bore witness to.

 

It was not his call though. The man had been dealt with, it was over. Silently he made his way over to general Grestic, hoping to get his questions answered about the upcoming operation.

[Fulmin Grestic]

Fulmin reconvened the briefing exactly four hours later after the public display of punishment. This also included the man no doubt trying to nurse his wounds after being the object of the punishment.

 

He waited for everyone to seat themselves before first addressing Malus question from four hours back.

Just a couple, sir, what's the opfor looking like? What can we expect to be up against? Also, will we have any overwatch? And where will the extraction zones be?"

 

"The opposing forces will at best be security forces for the tourist attraction and lowly armed spice thugs. At best you will have to deal with small arms fire. The overwatch we have mission are two sniper teams which will be covering the first extraction point located here and here."

 

The map form before reappeared with one glowing red zones throbbing like a heart beat less than half a click away from the area were the tunnels were to be collapsed.

 

"Your secondary extraction point is considerably further other which is at the old Imperial garrison on Ryloth. We can not provide air support for this mission, as this op is a covert op. If there are no further questions this op still starts at 0400 tomorrow."

 

He looked at Vayne who had recently been whipped and while most would have thought it was a disapproving look, the man was actually trying to gauge if the commando would be a hindrance in his current state.

[Ary the Grey]

Excellent. With the snipers, Malus would have all the tactical cover fire he needed. He made a note to ensure the sniper team had silencers and muzzle flash suppressors in case he needed them to cover his men without giving away their position.

 

It would be a perfect opportunity to showcase just exactly how the training incident wasn't an accurate representation of him at all...he would be an avatar of death upon the battlefield once more.

 

As Gamble had been apparently summoned back to the meeting, Malus quietly turned his gaze to the man, eyeing him for a moment before the conclusion of the meeting. He still wasn't sure what to think of him, but one thing that was clear was that if he didn't show some promise, he wasn't sure how much use he'd actually be for the war effort. And for that, he actually pitied him a little.

[Jidai Geki]

Fulmin: commanding officer or no, you cannot post Vayne's location for him. Vayne is not present at the briefing if he chooses not to be.

[Fulmin Grestic]

Fulmin had received a notice of the doctor putting gamble on bedrest and recommending light duty due to the lack of bacta. Yet Fulmin was a hard man who had seen more combat than he cared to admit. A Jedi had once infiltrated into an imperial base and blown it to smithereens. One moment He had been minding his own business. the next moment... why he remembers at as though it were yesterday.

 

He could still taste the blood in his mouth. He hadn't been sure where he was. All he did know that he had felt a bit uneasy before the gates of hell had opened up and swallowed him whole.

 

 

Mentally he had gone through a check of what still worked on his body. Finding himself still in working order he allowed imperial training to kick in. Instead of rocking back and forth and crying about pain, he began to move.

Granted he had moved slowly in silence, nothing reach his ears expect the persistent and undying ring accompanying anyone caught in an explosion and lived.

 

He brought himself up to a sitting position and coughed blood in his helmet. His body felt burnt all over and he could feel the blisters under his armor.

 

He slowly looked around to survey the general carnage around him.

 

How... did... this happen? He had wondered at the time.

 

He clicked his mike, only to find it busted, no doubt destroyed in the blast that had threatened to take his life, and took the lives of many of the troopers inside of the base.

 

His vision swam from behind his eyepieces as the smoke and fire still raging near him continued to call out like a beacon that the imperial forces on this world had been delivered a major blow.

 

He gingerly removed his helmet, in order to rid the blood out of it, and was surprised he could even do that. With sudden clarity, he could hear the moans of countless other soldiers who had been caught in the blast and lived.

 

Pulling himself up to his feet, he could see what few imperial medics that remained, tending to those wounded, while other stormtroopers hastily began to move debris and bodies, trying to get the wounded simply out of the fire.

 

He had been blown at least twenty feet away from where he had been previously, and could for some reason still walk. It was like some sort of miracle.

 

He watched as three Lt coordinated the efforts of search and rescue after the disaster, and decided that the least he could do was help. However, even he knew that in his condition he would be more of a hindrance than a help.

 

Stumbling through the streets he found himself a formerly civilian owned medical facility that had been converted over to imperial use shortly after the explosion.

 

He cringed ever so slightly at remembering being hit with a shockwave and being flung like a rag doll. Then he quickly grew peeved. If he hadn't complained about getting blown up and had still be operational, a short whipping shouldn't be too much of a hindrance of a real imperial.

 

He revoked the order, thereby allowing Gamble access to bacta. Though he didn't need to he had it explained to the doctor that he would still need a commander on the ground. Following this Gamble was transmitted an order for him to come along on the op regardless if he capitalized on the bacta or not.

 

With the briefing out of the way and no more questions seemingly coming forth from the commanders in the mission, Fulmin would wait a few more moments then march out.

[Vayne]

Gamble was informed that the Highborn General had gone against the wishes of the Sith Lord Draken and had instructed the Doctor to allow Billy access to Bacta. Not wasting anytime, the nurses moved the Commando down the hall to one of the chambers that held a vat filled with the stuff which he would be suspended in for a few days while the mission proceeded onto Ryloth. Traveling through space wasn't like getting in your speeder and flying to the next town. Nope, it was often multiple days, if not weeks between destinations.

 

Before moving into the suspended state, Billy had his men ready his ship for transport of the vat. If he was to be -ordered- to go on this mission after being treated in such a manner, he would certainly take full advantage of the bacta that was being offered to him. It didn't take his team of four long to ready his vessel for departure. 0400 would come awfully early the following day. Inwardly, Gamble was actually happy to get out and get in some action. This mission should prove fun!!

[Fulmin Grestic]

It was the only time where the air on Foy could be considered cool. Helmet tucked under an arm the solider watched the last of the supplies loaded up the transport ships.

 

Men and supplies moved as a unit completing the general's orders. Meanwhile Fulmin simply observed. The teams were assembled and loaded up on their respective transports. The officers were hopefully in the same boat.

 

Moments later ships lifted up and off into the sky, it was time to get this mission underway.

[The Archivist]

An advanced version of cloning. Or more the applicable way to transfer genetic memories from one person into their clone. It was a long arduous process, but it was worthwhile. Eventually the test subjects and their clone's memories became almost identical. The experiments did not even require an immense loss of life. All NAth had to do was press his scanning device into a directline to the brain and bone marrow, harvest a few adult stem cells, and from there, recreate the data stored within the genetic code. Though there were at times small errors, it seemed to be at this point 90% successful. The day was good, and with another cup of stimcafe, the sucess rate would be at one hundred.