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I dont remember readin that in the intro o_O

Oh! I can't believe I missed that.
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Outside the port hole, ships drifted in and out of the docking bays in the soundless vaccum of space, their bright exaughst casting light back into the smoky air of the spaceport bar. Urai was finishing the last of the CCA approved swill that passed for ale around this place as another shuttle departed. There has to be more than a hundred shuttles a day leaving this place and I can't even get on one. The cup came down hard, its plain surface showing signs of stress from the ill-treatment it suffered regularly from the bar's patrons, no less then from Urai. He pined his time away in this sorry place while out there, in space somewhere, his family might be suffering. And Urai had no idea what to do...

A member of the CCA's hiring committee approached Urai from behind, and cleared his throat. "Your name is Urai, right? I wasn't in on the hiring committee's board for your presentation, but I did hear about it, and regardless of who anyone else says, I'll authorize your hiring. You know what they want, except I'll provide you with a stealth corvette, which means you should be able to touch down by all rights. You know the pay. Are you willing to accept it?"

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When Clag's ship entered CCAAF controlled space, a quartet of frigates jumped in to position in front of his ship. "This is the CCAAF frigate Knife Edge, identify yourselves."


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Asrael Saidrian commander of the Thirteenth Orbital Drop Troopers, paced the quaters of the admiral, someone he had known for a long time.
"Well Kanrei, what can I say? The people are getting restless, we can tell that much, as we've been getting shot at and returning the favor. I don't think they appreciate us anymore."

The admiral smilied. "Asrael, they never liked us, we're like the bad men on the block. If I didn't know better, I'd say they're waiting for help."

"Roger that Force Master Clag, if you'll procede to Orbital Dock 18, they'll be glad to help. If anything, I don't the CCAAF wants us to bleed first. But you didn't hear that from me." The leader of the frigates snapped the communication suite off, and the frigates moved on with their patrol.


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Asrael found himself ground-side, yet again. Patroling yet another street. Which was overall, boring. His squad was dispersed around him, and people shied away from the black armored soldiers who walked down the side walk like everyone else, and obeyed traffic laws like everyone else, and only really did things the police did and then some.

Today was to be different, however. First off, the first thing that went wroing was the dropship had a flight controller failure. That was annoying as they had to wait a good fifteen minutes for that to clear up. Second thing that went wrong was that when the dropship was hovering over the field HQ, somebody's hardcopy map got blown away and sucked into one of the turbines. Third thing went wrong as that as soon as Asrael walked into the armory to grab riot dispersion rounds, he found that the last patrol burned through ALL of them, which was a good 4000 rounds and some change.

Yeah, well what else could go wrong. That last bit Asrael groaned at when he was back at the carrier, cleaning himself, since it had been blistering hot that day, and even his jumpsuit couldn't keep him cool. Which was annoying.

What had happened in the end was that someone took a potshot at his squad, nailing the support trooper, who dropped his 40mm assault cannon, which was something generally used for anti-light vehicle and power armor infantry, since he was pegged in the arm, and the energy weapon had burned through his armor and trashed his arm. Normally, the assault cannons turn their own safety on if they're dropped, but this one didn't. So, the forty milimeter rounds went off in the gun, which shouldn'tve discharged and sprayed a crowd.

Now Asrael had seen plenty of death, but that was out to deal death kind of death, where the other being knew it was kill or be killed. This wasn't that. It was a massacre, pure and simple. Asrael shuddered at the sight. Obviously just about every squad of infantry showed up, becasue a 40mm assault cannon going off was bad news. They did what the could for the wounded, which wasn't much, considering it was an armor-piercing high-velocity round.

Now if anything, the populace was going to become that much harder to control, and if they had aid of the military sort, to put it lightly, they were deep in a Mayaar's spawning pool.

"Fine" snapped Clag "you heard the man, pull us in" he spoke commandingly and assertivally. "Yes sir" the pilot replied in a nimble and smart manner. They docked and Marnus left the ship in the hands of its captain. He then proceeded to the docking port, with a squad of his ground troops. His elites may be needed on board. He opened the space lock and stepped out of the ship into the bay. The lock closed as the last of his men stepped out. "Make sure your weapons are loaded, just incase." He didn't know whether they were trust worthy so he thought it better to be on the safe side. He stood outside the ship waiting for an escort, it was customary, he'd had dealings with these people before, a long time ago. It ended poorly, for them as they betrayed him and the force he was protecting was abandoned, after his pay was dcreased by a considerable sum. He wasn't greedy but his army had needs such as weapon, armour and ship repairs. His men needed pay, ammo and supplies. And when something dosn't cover the whole cost, 's not worth it. So he'd come into the habit of having them pay for it all, then an extra pay for upgrades. Most places take this as it tends to be quiet cheaper by several billion. He'd make this blatantly clear so he got his preferred.

Urai glanced at the charge card, hiding the rush of elation behind a facade of indifference. He pocketed the generous offering.
"One alien invader coming right up." Urai said enthusiastically. In truth, this was going to be a very difficult mission, but he would deal with it as it came. The time for planning was int he confines of the ship as it sped towards his destiation.
Because the man had not sat down, Urai assumed this was a private and breif interview, both men knowing only as much as they needed to about the other to accomplish their goals.
"One last question, where do I bring it once I am done the mission? I am guessing you have a private facility so as not to attract attention, eh?