"And that is the last of it" Sam said dropping the last of the supplies off the transport. Sam Arrived slightly early by arriving with a resupply ship. With the addition of a new squad the station had more people and thus needed more supplies to accommodate the increase. Sam had time so decided, been asked, to help move everything in, but now doesn't know were to meet the Sergeant at.

The door slides open, with something look like a flash grenade being thrown it. As a reflex, DX covered his head with both of his arms before feeling a strong light casting through his body. The sound of someone screaming can be heard as the shot fired from the E-11 can be heard clearly echoing through the metal hall. And still closing his eyes, DX decided to take a shot. He could feel the recoil on his arm, and something fallen down on the floor. Opening his eyes, DX saw one of those ungrateful rat lying on the floor with blood soaking the man shirt.Turning his head back at Sergent, DX asked, waiting for his task. This is what they must prepare for right, this is their mission and there seem to be the sensation of no preparation in some.

"Madam, What do we do now? The station is under attack madam, please give your order."

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@Jade113

"Blasted Rebel Scum!" Zack said, stepping forward, pulling his massive gattling laser off his back and holding it out. "Get behind me!" he said, ready to fire the moment he saw one try and come through the doorway.

A fairly boring day had unraveled in an instant. Blaster fire made up most of the traffic in the corridors. Dancing as best she could among them was Holly, helmet missing, holding a blaster pistol she'd picked up from one of the rebels. When this first broke out, she was woefully unprepared, entangled as she was in a rather compromising situation.

She blasted someone who she was at least mostly sure was not supposed to be there moments before barging through the next open door. She was greeted immediately with a Heavy Trooper aiming a gatling laser in her direction. She dove to the floor before the man could open fire.

"Hey," Holly yelled from the floor over the sounds of battle outside. "Was it one of you who complained too loudly about it being boring around here?"

@Gisk "Who are you? Which squadron do you belong?" Tell us or I swear that you ain't gonna live for the next minute. DX talk at the new come storm trooper, who could be easily those rebels scum trying to blend in. And this time, DX ain't take no chance having him kill. His finger is ready on the trigger.

"I really think we need to focus?" Dek said, looking around wildly. He put on his standard issue helmet and grabbed his E-11. "We need to get to a safe area where we can try and get a transmission to the Empire. They can send reinforcements and we'll be fine, right? That's the standard protocol for something like this."

When the firefight broke out, Romon was quick to leap behind one of the control consoles in the room. After taking a few deep breaths to compose himself, he gently raised his head out of cover to try and make sense of what was going on. That didn't take long to work out.

'We are under attack. There are Rebels in the station. I am unarmed because we're not meant to be on duty yet!' These thoughts raced through Romon's mind, and he slipped back down into cover. He scanned his immediate surroundings looking for an emergency equipment locker. Spotting one on the other side of the room, he scampered over, ripped the door open, and took out a pistol. 'Eh, looks weak, but it'll have to do.' Slightly disappointed with his findings, Romon, still crouched, swivelled round, and looked to see where he should join the fight from.

Behind the very big guy with very big gun appeared to be as good a place as any, so firing at what he assumed were Rebels, Romon made his way over to his squadmates.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Holly got up, and pulled her ID cartridge from her belt. With a click it displayed her credentials. “Holly Springer, MZ-0122. Pending transfer to Hazard Squad.”

Another trooper suggested that a transmission needed to be gotten out for reinforcements. “No Dice,” Holly answered, “They brought a jammer on board.”

The room was secure, but it was only a matter of time before rebel soldiers came to lay seige on them.

"Then we need to move!" DX said, checking his remaining shot. "I only have 399 shots left." Shaking his head, DX continued. "How about we go to the command center? It usually has the most guards around and the hardest blasted door in this station." Looking at his crew, DX waits for his teammates answered. For he knew, going out there alone is a suicide attempt. And he is just too young to die.

"Command sounds like a very good idea!" yelled Romon, while continuing to take pot-shots, "We can't let the Rebels take this station. Any station."

"Sounds good to me, what do you think, Sargent?" Zack asked, letting the new girl through.

"Well this is happening now." Sam comments well trying to sneak around to the command center. The main way to send a message is there, it's the invaders probable target, and were the Sergeant probably is. It is vary difficult to sneak through a building you have never been in before. Furthermore a sniper rifle is not a good weapon in these short hallways. "I may be a bit late to meeting the Sergeant."

Firing another shot from his E-11, DX turned back and faced Sergent. If they do not move out now, they are all gonna die. "Sergent, your order."

@Jade113

"Acknowledged," Holly said, moving to the wide window that showed space and the moon below. Ties had been scrambled, and a dog fight could be seen. Every once in a while, a blast rebounded off of the station's shields and bathed the room in green or red light. "Command room it is, all those soft little officers will need protection anyway." She moved towards the door and then stopped.
"Hey, big guy," she tapped the heavy trooper, "Wanna take point? I would but, you know," she gestured at her bare head and non-standard issue blaster.

@Azure Flame

Undisclosed Empire Base-Time:22:34 Date:Classified

The base commander moved with haste to the control room,where a unit was supposedly activated without his approval. Upon arrival to the room he was met with chaos, scribes were frantically trying to get in contact with the main imperial force but all to no avail. The base commander took one deep breath and then spoke,his voice raised high in volume,almost like a yell,baritone in nature."Quiet!". Papers were put down, calls were dropped. All eyes were now on the commander."Give me a situation report. Now.". A brief moment of silence. Then a scribe stepped forward. Judging by his nametag,which hung high on the right side of his uniform his name was Ripley."S-Sir, a unknown unit has been activated without approval. Current efforts to contact the main imperial force have failed". The commander turned towards the main technical advisor,his face stern and colder than ice. "Does this unit have a number?". His voice now leveled,monotone in nature."Umm". The advisor looked down to his monitor and typed in a few things."Unit KS-91124,it says here that it prefers to go by Kaine". The last bit was irrelevent to the commander. He simply need to know its name."Right then,get the unit prepared and sent to..wherever it is needed.""But sir..". The commander snapped back."Did I stutter? Get the unit prepared and deployed where he is supposed to be". The adviser jumped back and ordered several scribes to get the unit outfitted.The empire never just activates one unit at a time..what the hell is going on here?. The adviser looked down at his monitor once again. The mission status had just been updated.Hazard squad



There was smoke,thicker than syrup and blacker than night. Damn rebels,always trying there best to use stealth. Kaine held his blaster high and waited. A hour. Two hours. Three. Yet he still waited. He knew the rebels were out there. Then a part in the smoke. A young soldier,barely old enough to join emerged. He scanned his surrounding but didn't see Kaine. Kaine had a shot,all he had to do was take it. His finger gripped the trigger hard and-. Kaine woke with a start,broke out in a cold sweat. He couldn't see anything,the cryo-stasis pod blocked out all light. Then,the sound of gears turning and compressed air being let loose. His pod was opening. The large door swung open and revealed Kaine to the light,the ever so burning light. He averted his eyes till they adjusted to the incandesance. Waiting in the door frame were several scribes,each carrying a section of his armor. They dropped it infront of him and went on their way.I wasn't due back for another year. Why am I on a mission?. He arose to his feet and slipped into the stormtrooper armored pants. All white,just like everything the Empire made. It felt good to be back in the armor again,but his question still lingered in his mind. Kaine slipped on the chestpiece,which apart from having a small black dot on the back plate was indentical to the normal uniform.He took the all white helmet and slipped in onto his head. He was back in action.

Barely three steps out the door and he was greeted by the base commander,with several scribes behind him. Kaine gave a sharp salute and awaited whatever speech he had planned."At ease unit. Your mission is simple, you will board a dropship that will take you to a undisclosed base,where you will be assigned to Hazard Squad. Understood?". There was a moment of silence,then Kaine spoke."Yes sir". A wicked smile creeped onto the commander's face and with a flick of his hand,the scribes went into action. One handed him his E-11 blaster,while the others motioned him outside the base. The wind was bitter and chilling,snow was pilled up in mounds. The dropship's bay doors were open,the inside glowing with a faded red light. Kaine entered and waited for any other unit's that would be joining him. But no one else came. The bay doors closed,leaving Kaine in the pitch black darkness. He felt the ship lift off the ground and began to fly.

Undisclosed Empire base. Time:Unknown. Date:Classified.

The dropship landed on the aircraft pad,opening the bay doors as it made its decent. Kaine turned and exited the dropship,his blaster hanging low by his side. He made his way into the base and looked around. Same exact layout of the first place he was at,the only addition was the troop barracks. His number flashed it bright green above a door,indicating that was his room. Kaine made his way down the hall and into the room,ignoring whoever he passed or spoke to him. He shut the door behind him and sat down in the furthest left corner. Isolation was his specialty.

A hour

Then two

Then a explosion erupted from somewhere in the base. They were under attack. Kaine primed his blaster and walked over to the door window. A rebel soldier,scanning the hallway with his blaster. Right in front of his door. A firm kick busted the door open,catching the soldier off guard. Kaine ran him into the wall,and held his blaster to the rebel's temple. He looked at Kaine with pale blue eyes,filled with tears. Seconds passed in complete silence. Then those eyes filled with hope,maybe Kaine would let him go?. Wrong. The white walls got a new coat of red that day. After the messy business,Kaine moved through they halls,quickly but pragmatically. He was supposed to be with Hazard Squad,so he set out to find them.