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Corrected and Connected

Relieved that they had finally regrouped with their comrades, Apex let out a deep breath that he didn't realize he had been holding, his metallic mask sliding away to reveal the rest of his face. He returned Crystal's hug, but didn't make moves to hug the others- hugging wasn't exactly his thing. As he gathered around the rest of them, Crystal explained the situation thus far, and gestured towards some sort of book laying on the ground.

Giving a slight shrug, Apex picked up the book so he could examine it, and hopefully apply his intellect and rationality to the task. The book was an old looking thing, despite its clearly digital nature. Taking a closer look at the book, Apex read the series of riddles that explained their next task. The wording was extremely extraneous but Apex managed to understand the basic analogy. Holding the book out in front of him, Apex turned to the others.

"It appears that in order to move on, we don't have to solve a riddle as much as we have to perform a task. Luckily for us, it seems simple enough. If I'm reading this correctly, this book wants us to write down what we value above all- something we couldn't be happy without."

The book began to rustle in Apex's hands, and flipped over to an empty page. This was probably where they were to write down their deepest darkest secrets. Despite Apex's typically calm and collected visage, it was easy to see he wasn't exactly comfortable writing down his deepest values- especially on some random piece of digital paper, something that a group of hackers had no doubt created for them. Apex was loathe to write down something so sensitive in the wide open. Instead, he held the book out.

"So... Who wants to go first?"

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

Sshh. I'm moving I to my apartment while still working full time. I'll get something up soonish.

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Blues had his eyes closed, listening in to the conversation and various gear checks quietly until his chrono clocked 5 minutes. The majority of the others were joshing around with the new recruit. Command had finally sent them a trooper to replace Setter, who took a stray blaster bolt to the neck the week before. The new kid was confident at the very least. Though granted, over confidence is what got Setter killed 8 days ago. Triple 9 had already began rallying the squad- he had always been a stickler for regulation, but Blues spoke up regardless, it was still his squad to command.

"Alright ladies and gents, lock it up!" He called loudly as he stood up from his crate, helmet cradled in the crook of his arm, butt stock of his DLT-20A pressed against the floor of the transport. He looked at the troopers gathered in front of him. Bravo Company of 'The Emperor's Finest', also known as the errand boys by the rest of the Battalion. Sent around to various backwater planets to put down minuscule rebellions. The majority of B-1-2 were veterans- at least by a few tours. The two newest troopers in the squad were Winoda and Campo(NPC). Campo, while still green, had been with them since they landed on Ryloth, Winoda on the other hand was fresh out of academy. The rest of the squad was a bit more experienced, with Triple-9 being the 'oldest' of them all.

"We've got a routine mission today squad," Blues said, barking over the general roar of the IDT's engines. "Investigating whispers of a rebellion down in the Kala'din slum-sprawl. Keep your head on a swivel, these natives might not appear threatening, but there are a lot more of them than there are us, and they're fragging everywhere."

"However, that does not mean fire on the natives as soon as you feel threatened. So keep your cool and maintain trigger discipline." This second comment was directly mostly towards Winoda and Campo- Winoda who was brand new, and Campo who in a panic had open fired on natives his first day on the squad and ended up getting Setter killed.

"We'll be landing on top of one of the Imperial Outposts on top of the slum city." Blues continued, pulling out a holo-transmitter displaying a map of the slums. "From there, we'll disembark and continue on foot through the city towards Objective marker Alpha."

"Alpha is one of the known hideouts of Sarr'Khan, a local smuggler. Scouts have reported spotting him with some decidedly insurgent looking characters, we're to shake him down for information. At that point we'll patrol for insurgents. Find em, bag em, and go home. Bravo-1-1 will be splitting up to patrol the city streets, and provide us with flank security. Bravo-1-3 will be on standby at the outpost in case reinforcements are needed."

Looking over his squad, Blues sighed. "Chances are, this is going to be like every other mission we've had this week. Nothing but whispers in the air and a couple of hungry twi'leks with cruddy blasters."

The squad swayed as the IDT cut its speed considerably, stopping to a hover above the outpost. As it began to descend, Blues pulled on his helmet, sealing himself within his suit. Looking around to make sure his squad did the same, he shouldered his blaster and pressed the button on the transport door. The suited stormtroopers were impervious to the blast of hot air that rushed to welcome them as the doors of the IDT hissed open, showing them the low lying, shoddy construction of the Kala'din slum-sprawl. The vast majority of the buildings were only one or two stories high, and constructed of a combination of permacrete, mud brick, stone, and sheet metal.

"Alright troopers, dismount." Blues called out as he jumped off the transport and onto the landing pad of the Imperial Outpost- The only well relatively well-constructed building in the slum. A cube of permacrete, with a small garrison of Imperial soldiers milling around, the outpost was hardly a seat of power for the Empire in the slums, but it was a slum, and the outpost was there more for appearances than actual purpose.

A flight of steps, and a doorway later, the squad was on the streets of the Kala'din slums, first squad filtering past them as they began their patrols.

Corrected and Connected

Alright, trying to get back into the swing of things. What is Crystal asking Apex to do?

Priest & Hawthorne Investigations - An Urban Fantasy Adventure!

*Thumb twiddling intensifies*

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@cqbexptTrue.

In that case, this can indeed be his first day. He's replacing the greenie that got shot 8 days ago then.

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Aw Myke, it's a nice post. Can't we go with him being a new transfer? <3

@Sep

He can still be greenie even if he's only been on a few missions.

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@Sloth, I failed to mention this but you've probably been with that squad for those 8 days. That counter probably started when you joined the squad.

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Wheeeee IC is up!

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> Outer Rim
> Gaulus Sector
> Ryloth System: Ryloth

In the atmosphere above Ryloth, a trio of Imperial Dropship Transports descended towards the planet's surface. Each of the dropships' wings were proudly emblazoned with the Imperial Crest, along with the Unit insignia of the 121st Assault Battalion, A stormtrooper helmet with wings flanking either side. The inside of the IDTs shook occasionally, causing its cargo to buckle and bob as it flew through the rough turbulence above Ryloth. Each IDTs cargo, in this setting, was a squad of Stormtroopers, along with their support gear, and extra ammunition and rations for extended deployment.

Inside of the lead transport stood the 2nd squad of the 1st platoon of Bravo company- referred to as Bravo-one-two for convenience. This was the squad's fifth mission in the last week, the previous missions being simple milk-runs. A couple of insurgents in a village, native's shooting at a supply convoy. Nothing that couldn't be easily put down with a small application of force- blaster fire and an occasional thermal detonator, from the Emperor's finest. The missions were simple, inconsequential at best, but when command wanted a rowdy group of natives stomped on, Bravo company was usually the ones sent to oblige.

The nine troopers of B-1-2 lounged around the interior of their transport, some stood, holding onto hand guards to keep themselves steady, others sat on half-full crates of supplies and ammunition. Helmets were off, and conversation was being had. They were still several minutes off from their destination, so there was a little bit more time to get their last laughs and gear checks in.

Sergeant Lewis Blake, better known by the rest of the squad as "Blues" or occasionally "Sarge" and "SL" sat on a crater of ammunition at the center wall, closest to the cockpit. Eyes narrowed, quietly scanning the compartment of the transport. He yawned, he was tired. With luck, this mission would be as simple as the others, and they'd get back on the transport and back up to base by the end of the night. He checked the time on his commlink. They had 10 minutes before the drop zone. He'd let the squad get their last hurrahs in before he called them together and got geared up.

Not that he really needed to, their today mission was just like the last two, checking out rumors of a insurgency brewing in the city of Kala'din, one of the major cites on Ryloth. Kala'din was a hotbed for rumors of insurgency, like most cities on Ryloth, it was built into a large mountain. However, unlike other major cities, a rather large portion of Kala'din had spilled out into the flatlands at the base of the mountain. This area was equivalent to slum and sprawl housing, densely populated, but mostly by poor Twi'leks and the occasional human.

If this mission was anything like the last two, they would find the "insurgents", a handful of disgruntled, malnourished primitives, who got their hands on a couple of simple hand blasters. They'd shoot one or two, make an example of another, and the rest would surrender and be taken in for processing.

Looking up, Blake noticed a plaque one of the squad members had erected on the wall of their transport. It read "Days without incident: 7" He let out a soft exhale of breath- his equivalent of a chuckle. He hadn't noticed that before today. Regulation dictated that Blake should locate the trooper who defaced Imperial property and have them properly punished in front of the squad, but this was the Outer Rim, and there were very few troopers who adhered exactly to Imperial Regulations.