Dara nodded his head once and turned back to his work. He didn't like speaking out so, but he'd been asked his opion. He sighed silently. this looked like an eventful mission already.

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Cyril's com flashed to life, a sparkle of static flowing in with the voice of the ships captain. "Were approching the planet Colonel Bane. Get your men ready."

Cyril tapped his ear piece and patched in everyone who would be moving out with him. "This is Colonel Bane," he announced himself. "The ship is approaching the plnet, everyone meeting in dockingbay fifty three."

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Natia frowned and muttered just loud enough for Cyril to hear. "He said men again. Why won't he just give in that a woman is part of the team." She said knowing exactly what the captain said.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Natia frowned and muttered just loud enough for Cyril to hear. "He said men again. Why won't he just give in that a woman is part of the team." She said knowing exactly what the captain said.

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The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Dante turned and went back to his quarters after hearing Cyril's message. He slipped into the useless stormtrooper armour. He considered it useless because it inhibited mobility and could only block one blaster shot before becoming a hunk of plasteel, and that was if you were lucky. What was probably the only reason it was used was for the fear factor; most people seeing men in stormtrooper armour storming into a building just after breaching a door threw down their weapons. But no one cared what the troops thought or if they lived or died, so credits were never spent on upgrading the regular stormtrooper armour.

All those thoughts ran through Dante's head as he walked down the corridors of the ship to Bay 53; his helmet in hand, pistols on his hips, shotgun strapped to his back, and E-11 hanging on a bandolier.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Cyril shook his head with a slight grin as he patted natia on the back in consolation. "I don't know," he admitted. "Some guys are just a bit to stubborn. So lets get going Lady and gentleman." Cyril was sure to add "Lady" in there.

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Natia smiled at Cyril and followed him to get their armor.

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The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

It took the trained stormtroopers very little time to equip... record time infact. No other unit could get equiped and in the field as a whole quite as fast as they could.

Cyril made his way down to the bay where he found Dante waiting. "Good to see you're on time," Cyril told him.

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Dara arrived though another door. He was dressed in his stromtrooper armour. It was useless cumbersom, the amount of wounds he'd treated that were casued by the plastic being hit and splintering into the flesh underneath. he shook his head and shifted his compact pack; full of medical supiles slightly. His amour was the same aprt from the olive green shoulders that marked him out as a medic. Behind him followed his team of three other men.
Under his helmet he snarled slightly at seeing Dante already there; before him.

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Dante smiled, "Always am, sir. 'Cept when I'm late." He fell into step slightly behind Cyril, "What's the plan?"

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Imputant, cocky wreach Dara snarled; glad no one in the crew was telepathic. He led his team to the side. And stepped foreward and partialy intercepted Cyril's path. He saluted sharply. "Sir, Leutenant Dante has not been medically passed and examined and therefore cannot opperate in the feild. However; I ask permission to examin him after the mission sir."
There; and he hoped the little **** was'nt fit for service and was horribellly wounded in the feild.

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Cyril started to reply to Dante when Dara approached. Cyril had a scowl on his face from the moment he walked in the bay.

"I'm aware of that doctor, and under normal conditions i would completely agree... However, I've ben ordered by my superiors to let it slide." Cyril hated bending the rules... they were there to be followed.

Cyril glanced down at the floor before answering Dante's question... he had known something like this was comming.

"They downloaded the suspected Rebels location..." he pauised momentarily. "Conviniently there just happens to be some cloning machines in the same area. The empire wants them."

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Cyril started to reply to Dante when Dara approached. Cyril had a scowl on his face from the moment he walked in the bay.

"I'm aware of that doctor, and under normal conditions i would completely agree... However, I've ben ordered by my superiors to let it slide." Cyril hated bending the rules... they were there to be followed.

Cyril glanced down at the floor before answering Dante's question... he had known something like this was comming.

"They downloaded the suspected Rebels location..." he pauised momentarily. "Conviniently there just happens to be some cloning machines in the same area. The empire wants them."

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Natia followed Cyril's words carefully. "So how do we ubtain them?" She asked.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Natia followed Cyril's words carefully. "So how do we ubtain them?" She asked.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

(Jax if you read my post through till the end you'll see that acctually Dara was willing to let it slide as well; for his own benefit of course. Could you possibly change your post.)

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