Clan-Written Fan-Fiction - The First Story

*Stands up and walks a few feet forward* Well, from my last visit i can tell you that there are three ungaurded access ways, but they're all tricky and dangerous. One is throught a swamp down East of the fort. Another is through a small hole dug by the creatures that inhabit the moon. Another is through the ventalation system, but its covered in security cameras and other security systems. I suggest that everyone be prepared for amphibious, arial, and be sure to grab the armor that droids cant sense. (yes, there is an armor that does this, read it in one of the rep com books.)

Out Of Character:
Here is the rest of my info including weapons, and yes, these things exist in the SW universe so if you want to know about any of them, just look it up on google:

Traits: same as all other clones except died his hair silver, irises blue, and maked his skin a little paler than normal.

Weapon of choice: shock-proof, suppressed, customized sniper rifle with a 1.4 cm barrel. Also has a detachable verpine pistol attachment and a Tau/Zeiss telescopic sniper scope with etched transparisteel reticle.

Equipment: Custom sniper (mentioned above), suppressed blaster pistol, a shotgun pistol (fires shotgun rounds), a verpine pistol (also mentioned above), gauntlet knife, climbing gear (he isn’t very good with a jetpack), Katarn Mark III armor with active camouflage paint belt (it pretty much paints what’s around you on your armor) and an ARC armor Mark VII HUD.

*When the monitor display turned off, one thought was going through Cuyir's head. That this was just like his mission to Kolhma. Top-secret, nobody but the clones involved knowing anything. This was one of the reasons he was the only one who knew exactly what happened during his mission. All the others that survived died in-duty without telling anyone. He heard Frangs comment, and replied in a joking manner*

Don't worry, I'll bring mine.

*Smiling, more to relieve his own stress then to look friendly, he headed for his equipment locker. Once there, he looked over what he had, making selections. His dual vibro-blades where a given, as he brought them with him on every mission. Quite capable with them too. He could probably give a Jedi a good fight with them, provided they didn't use any of their magic tricks. Cuyir chuckled at the thought. He went back to picking the weapons he would bring. DC-17, check, two DC-15's, check.... Attachements... Nah, he could skip those. He also remember Sev's advise in using camoflaug armor, and made a mental note to see the armory about it as soon as possible. He also made a note to grab a few extra explosives, being as there could be a time when they needed some extras, as well as a med kit, just in case. He then headed to his bunk and, when he arrived, he was quickly greeted by his pet Massif.*

He had found it when it was merely a pup, not even a week old, while he was on a mission to escort an ambassador from the planet of Tatooine. He managed to convince his superior at the time to let him keep it (Just like a little kid. ), and the two of them never were appart sense. After giving it a pat, he went over and sat on his bunk, taking a look around the room. It was a habit of his, to say good-bye whenever he went on a mission. Sure, he was a commando. Sure, he was an elite compared to the normal clones. But that didn't mean he couldn't die at any time on a mission. After he had finished, he got up and headed out to get someone to take care of the Massif, head to the armory to pick up this "camoflaug armor", gather his equipment, and head back to the meeting area to wait for the mission to begin.*

*I get to my room and unlock the door with my dogtags. I assume I will be apart of the two man entry teams, so I go over to my CQC storage system. I pull out a nice fiber-optic camera, extra zip cuffs, aqua filters, parachutes, custom made DC-15 side arm with a built-in silencer on the end as well as a tactical light on the bottom of the barrel. I take one second to choose between my sniper and my blaster. I figure others are better long shots than I am. So I reach for the blaster. This DC-17 is a custom made beauty. The stock has springs in the back to off-set the recoil, the clip ejects automatically when empty, there is a scope on the top as well as a tactical light near the opening in the barrel. This DC-17 has also been modified to have a more sub-machine gun approach than assault rifle. It also has an interchangeable full, semi, or single shot firing mode. Both weapons have been modified for inner-city tactical police work-- where I got most of my training. I then sling the weapon and reach for my shotgun. I got this off a Trandoshan who I shot in between the eyes after he shot a little girl when we couldn't accept his hostage demands. He was in the Coruscant big-leagues so I barely had to modify this weapon. Scope lines up perfectly, sawed off for popping around corners, fully automatic or single shot modes, and spring-loaded stock like my DC-17. I guess I have gotten lazy with all of my weapons of choice.

Everything is the best I could ask for. I then walk over to my dresser and apply the standard Katarn-Class battle armor, but in the night-ops camouflage mode. I stick my weapons and gear where it needs to go and adds a garrote to a slot in my wrist as well as two knives on my shins. You never know what the enemy will throw at you.

I make one final stop to the explosive-protected locker near the foot of my bed. I then open it with a special key and my dog tags, then I reach in an pull out two sets (five individual pieces per set) of flashbangs, emps, and thermal detonators. I grab several door openers. You never know when you need to blow a door fast. I check to see my detachable vibro-blade is working and I turn and lock everything. I walk over to my bed and sit down. When I look back up again it is time for me to start heading over. I turn my comlink on*

Come in Lead. Parker speaking. What are our tactical options for this operation? Feed me on the fly.

*to Frang and Denjie* I'm not the leader type, i'm used to going solo on these kind of things. And if you guys dont mind, i'll go alone through the swamp, it's by far the most dangerous way and i've been through there before.

OOC: btw, he always keeps his gear on him. And we should probably set up a turn order for this so we dont confuse everyone on what is going on. I suggest it go Me, Frang, Denjie, Cuyir, and Parker. Am i missing anyone?

[OOC: What about Van, I thought he was in on this. Also, a great resource for SW info is the Wookieepedia, http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page I'd rather take a break from leadership responsibilities in this, so I'll just be the crazy demo guy on the squad. Though for laughs, it might be fun to temporarily put Frang in charge when everyone's wounded....and he makes all the wrong choices. "Did I say I'm make a good squad leader? Did I? Teach you to put the crazy guy in charge!" lol]

My head was spinning. I had walked to the armory to ask about getting the stealth jammer, and, not only did the technician show me every detail of it, but he also decided that he should go and brag about how incredibly designed it was, and explained, in complete detail, how each and every function of it worked. Finally having enough of his ranting, I decided to interrupt him*

By splitting incoming and out-going vibrations and radio waves, it efficiantly jams the droi--

But what if I want to be shot at?

*That did the trick. The technician stopped his ranting, and looked at me like I was crazy. Well, maybe I was, sometimes. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that I got the jammer, and got out of there before he decided to show off another one of his "latest inventions". After attaching it to my armor, I put on my helmet and gave myself a smack to make sure that it was working right. I then walked out and towards the control room. The armor was basically the commando armor before it had any paint put on it, the only thing making it different were the various red marks all over it, showing how many kills I got on my mission to Kolhma. Right as I walked into control, Denjie spoke into the comlink. After he was finished, I said*

Make sure I know what I'm doing...? Sheesh... How long will it take to get it into him... I *never* know what I'm doing!

*I then walk over to the wall left of the door and stand against it, arms crossed, and began to take a short nap.*

OT: Sorry I probably wont be in this yet. I won't be able to keep up with all of you, as I'm busy atm. Next time I guess.

(Agreed. And as it is my turn. . . )

*I hear Denjie's command*
Roger that. I am heading to the Load out position now. I request an omitting of rankings during this mission. I say we use one on-sight operation leader and then other team leaders.. I think we should all be equals and allowed to share our minds. You never know if someone else will have a different angles that ends up saving the mission, and us.

If I may, I would suggest Frang, Cuyir, and Vandal make up the primary entry team as well as tasked with demolishing the fort. Denjie and I can make up the flanking entry team. Of course Sev will be our long range support, even though I would feel more comfortable with him with some back up. Should we like this plan, I would say team one enter through the animal hole. While Denjie and I, making up team two, would be able to go slow and cautious through the more dangerous ventilation system then raise some hell behind enemy lines. What does our leader think of this plan?

Also, who will be leading this op? Obviously the c.o. should control his team but I think we should make another team leader for the other group. Should we use my plan, I would say Frang, Denjie and Sev are the team leaders.

*As I start heading back from my room to the L.O.P., I realize that I am sweating because I am nervous about how the leader will take my tactical plan. Most likely they will flat out deny this tactical strategy, making me look like an uneducated civilian. Apparently when you are as heavily armored and dangerous as I look, and as nervous mentally, a look of "don't mess with me" goes off because every single person I see walking my direction in the hallway makes left or right down another hallway as soon as they see me.*

I round the corner and see Cuyir setting up shop next to the loading platform. The door is not set to open until 2055 or five minutes before we take off. This helps to reduce potential sabotage, but it makes the count-down timer very nerve wrecking. Every tick single tick of the tick clock tick is another tick second tick towards tick your tick potential tick death. It is now 2050. We leave in ten minutes. Door opens in five. Still no word from our commanding officer, or anyone else. And these helmets cannot let me see what Cuyir thinks of my plan... Maybe they are all laughing at me...

(Having two loners would make things easier because then the two teams would be even, ie demo team and vent assault team. But that is 1) if we use my idea thingy and 2) if the other people want to be in groups... I mean we are clone commandos we should have a squad based thing... or at least I would like to be in one. I know it's not my turn, I'm sorry.)

I will let Sev get back to things now xD

*Over the comm* "Everyone meet me at the take off point, i'll explain all the detail on the way to the drop point."

*Turns to Frang and Denjie* "Let's get going." *Starts to walk towards the loading bay where their ride would be.*

Frang put on his helmet and activated his HUD. The lifesigns of everyone in the extended action team came up. His armor was strewn with extra side-packs containing his explosives load-out. The thigh and calf bins on his legs contained extra grenades and dets, plus his field-expedient kit. That contained all the little bits and pieces to turn the dets and nades he carried into his favorite toys, explosive traps. "On your six, Sev," he said on the team channel.

[OOC: Miss you Rinku, cya next time]

I opened my eyes and let out a slightely long sigh. Guess I'm not getting a nap after all... With all the chatter going on the coms, there really wasn't a way to get a nap. And besides, if I missed anything important, I'd probably get scolded later, and that'd be way more trouble then it's worth. I had heard Park's idea, and thought it was a good one. Not only would it allow for a certain element of suprise, it also provided a few back-up options in case something went terribly wrong. I saw Park walk into the hangar. I had seen that something was off during the briefing, though I couldn't quite put my fingure on it. I could also tell something was wrong by the way he was walking right now. I thought about asking him about it, but hesitated because I didn't think he would want to talk about it. And besides, I really just wanted to take a nice, long nap.... The heck with it.... I switched to the private com between squad members, switching to one only Park (and whatever superior might be listening in) could hear.

"A credit for your thoughts, Park."

*I keep on walking through the door into the hanger and while my body doesn't show it, I am smiling because someone seemed to care about my plan and about me as a person. As a clone we are not usually treated as anyone other then, well a clone. I step into the elevator with Cuyir and a special operational pilot to go down the seventy three floors to the classified-mission hanger on the west side of the compound. Actually, once after take off we fly underground and out an opening in the forest several clicks to the west of the compound. This heavily guarded secret allows plausible deniability to any connection between a special operation and Clone Commando Pod. I keep my comlink on the whole team.

Cuyir and Parker are en route to the rendezvous point at the hanger. On Elevator, E.T.A. two minutes.

*I switch my comlink to short waves, knowing that the reception won't pass the elevator.*

Greetings Officer, Flight experience? Current assignment vehicle?

*The pilot turns towards me and snaps to a salute.*

Sir! One hundred seventy missions. One hundred sixty-three successful. Classified-black corvette, cloaking device, Sienar Design Systems. Armament include proton torpedoes and point-defense laser cannons.

He snaps back to attention as I think about how I despise when people look at me and assume that they have to follow procedure to the letter. Why can't they just learn to think for themselves! Do they think that would make them weak? I tell him thank you and switch back to the group com.

E.T.A. One minute. Our transportation will be a prototype corvette with a cloaking device. Who knows if it will work, lets hope for our sakes, it will. Parker out.

I turn towards Cuyir has been waiting patiently for me. I switch my comlink to in squad between him and myself.

My mind is on the mission. Yours should be too, unless you want to get all of us killed.

I motion to take the helmets off, knowing that there will be no camera in the elevator. This is where the soldiers make their ritual goodbyes. The clone stays staring at the door of the elevator with a sound proof helmet and I speak in the most privacy that I will ever get.*

What do you want to know Cuyir? That I was passed over once again to leading an operation? And I haven't lead an attack group since Coruscant days. You don't know what it is like to be breed to lead, only to have it ripped from your grasp along with your squad mates, your only friends. . . Your brothers. You grew up being one of the best clones. Good for you. Now you are in the commando big leagues. You might wear the armor and hold the guns but you will never know what it is like to lose the three closest people to you. They were closer to me than myself. When I was leading and didn't know where to lead us, they would always be there for me, being that compass to the right direction. Now, I will go on this mission and I will perform as best as I can, but for my brothers, not for my team. Put the helmet on. We're here. Don't think about telling anyone either, no one will believe a trooper over a commando.

As we put the helmets back on I get very emotional and regretful in being so harsh to Cuyir, who has been nothing but nice to me. My voice cracks as I say, Sorry to be so rude, I guess you asked for it...Want your credit back?

So I hate to double post and all... But it has been a week since I have replied... Where is everyone? Haha. (I'll delete this once I know what's happening). Parker's confused....

OOC: I go after Sev. Who goes after Parker?

OOC: I'm waiting on Vandal.

OOC: Mhmm... Gotta wait till Wednesday.

Okay okay, no hurry man. I was just really confused

Sees Vandla sulking as he walks past the other squads and silently catches up to him and puts hand on his shoulder. "Hey, i know how you feel, but dont take it out on yourself. Use that rage and direct it at the enemy, use it to your advantage. And most importantly, and i hate sounding like a jetiise, but dont let that hatered and rage consume you in the process."