[h1][center]Brill[/center][/h1]
	“[color=82ca9d]You are Brill Cenvax correct?  From what I have been told you are the only incinerator trooper on this entire planet.  I want to thank you for the bravery you have shown, for you have no doubt been an important target for the terrorists.[/color]” [i]I've never thought of it that way. Should've stuck to a regular ol' stormtrooper. [/i]"[color=f7941d]Yes sir.[/color]" Brill responded, still standing at attention. Ghost flinched a bit as the Vice Admiral patted his shoulder.  “[color=82ca9d]I also wish to thank you for protecting this man and putting your lives on the line for the sake of the mission.  As soon as this planet is secure you can all expect promotions and bonuses.[/color]” Brill could practically hear the smile on his face. "[color=8882be]Thank you sir.[/color]" Brill and Sketch echoed this. “[color=82ca9d]If it doesn’t keep you away from your duties, I was wondering if you could tell me what this war is like on the ground.  Reports are good and all, but information is often misinterpreted or forgotten.  The fear you feel on the battlefield often cements what happens to you in your mind.[/color]” All three sat down in the chairs. As the food arrived, Brill took off his helmet, revealing his youthful face.  “[color=82ca9d]Now...tell me your stories.[/color]” Brill chewed a bit of some poultry, then thought for a minute. "[color=f7941d]We all fight as hard as we can. The food cuts scare us all down to the bone, and most people kill to make sure they stay ahead of anyone else. The Rebels are incessant. Almost like ants. Alone, they are pathetic and weak. But together...[/color]" Brill shook his head. "[color=f7941d]They adapt, they survive. They fight. But we can beat them. With time, and patience. I started on my home planet. The Empire occupied it, and the terrorists tried to 'take it back'. Thank god we won. I left my home to train to be a flametrooper. Of course, they recycled the...other title. [/color]" It wasn't until after Brill started eating he realized how little his standards for food were. He gulped. "[color=f7941d]Are there...any more supplies coming soon?[/color]"

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[center][h1]Mai[/h1][/center]

	Mai stood in the briefing room of the Rebel base. Long ago this battle had started. And today might be the day it actually ended. The Rebel Commander looked at the group of specialists before him. "The Empire only has one Incinerator here. He's a key fighter for them, and we need you to take him out. We have received a holo of what he would look like. Mai waited eagerly for the hologram to generate. Once it did, she was staring at none other than Brill. She couldn't help but let out a gasp. The commander looked at her. "Is there something wrong, Mai?" Mai shook her head. "[color=ed1c24]No. Nothing at all.[/color]" If Brill had wanted to betray her and join the Empire, then that was his decision. But she wasn't going to get caught up in old times. If the mission required her to execute Brill, she would. Without hesitation.