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It was hot out here and it stunk in the hostility of these wretched jungles, Zeron swore he was going to puke. The platoon sent out had set up camp and had their cook pots out and stirring up some grub. At the moment Zeron was sitting over his bonfire meal, hoping the forward smell of his meal would get his mind of the hell of this place.

Of course the cooking wasn't much help with all the small creatures that kept trying to climb in and the fact the food wasn't actually that good and neither could his mind. Inside it grumbled at the lack of intel of what they were facing, soon as the Earth heard there was an invasion in this sector they ordered that the colonies send in a strike force immediately and ask questions later or atleast that's what their fleet commander said.

As ordered all soldiers were to keep on high alert and weapons close. At the moment though, it felt at this rate there was no real threat other then just the harshness of this place. Zeron suspected it was just the politician on that backward planet being touchy of everything.

Stride mused to himself happily as he finished his evening watch. The wacth ahd been long under the steaming bogs and mud, huddled in a tree with no one else around to hear his muttering. It brought a smile to his face, it had been a long time since he had camped rough like this, there were so many things to try beofre he left.

"Hey Sarg!" he said as he entered the clearing rasing his leg over a wire that had been tied around the camp. It was standard protical once in a hostile enviroment a unit would lay trips and traps in order to proctect a harbour area from anything that would happen on it, be it beast or man. "Hows the food, looks like..." Stride thought as he looked at the water in his officers pt large bits of greeny stuff floating inside. "stew... or soup."

He then turned as somthing pulled hard on his leg, a trip wire he paniced. The clear wire was pulling agianst his leg meaning only one thing. "Sarg... i think we got company."

Their cover already blown the rebels opened fire from their positions almost all at once. The machine gun fire coming from two directions, cutting through underbrush and any soldiers who weren't fast enough to take cover.

"Got it Sarge!" Stride yelled his hands already grasping the great mass that was "old painful." He had only just planted his face to the dirt when the bullets had whizzed over is head thudding into one of trees that made his harbour area. Already 5 men lay around him either dead or crieing out in pain at the gaping holes left in there flesh. Bloody rebels he grimiced lifting his monster of a wepaon over the make shift parpet he had found.

"Call that shooting!" he yelled over the sound of gun fire the barrel of his gun hissing with anticipantion. "This is shooting!" The trigger tightened and a hail of fire meet one side of the rebels assult causing screams of both panic and pain as the unexpected assult rifle arched its way across the scenery. "You better get this lot organised Sarge, this things ammo wont last to long" he called behind him as the remainder of the group either ducked for cover or ran to there last surving officer.

Under the withering fire of that machine gun the rebels knew they wouldn't last long. Someone shouted the order to throw grenades and they did so, with most being thrown at or near Zeron. In the brush on of the rebel captains signaled to be ready to retreat. There was no need in dying here.

(Sorry, going camping this weekend, so I won't be able to post till maybe Sunday, but I think you can infer what I am going to do in my next post, so if you like you can go on ahead and have your own adventure, just don't do anything galaxy changing XD

Also you can make your characters for the other RPs if you like. Check with the other admins, probably Raven Silverclaw, she knows what is going on in all of the RPs and is very active, and she knows what I would consider a bit over the top (although I haven't really found anything that fits that yet))

Strided cursed as a bombardment of explostions hit his ears, the gits where throwing grenades from behind. With a grunt he rolled from his hiding spot slumping up agianst the hard cover of a near by tree. The screams of both his comrades and enemys could be heared from above the orcrestra of explostions, it was obvious that the explstions wernt just hurting his own. It was then he heard his commanding officer yell his command of attack, was he insane? The shear amount of shrapnel could kill him let alone the few grandes left to go off. It was an idea that some how exsited the solder, it was dangrous and that made it fun. "Got it Sarg!"

Pressing hard against the tree he had been using Stride lifted himself from the mudy ground. He glanced with some what relief at his prevoius hiding hole the indent in the natural greener extended by a hand full of shrapnel, lucky he grinned. With gun in tow the muscluar man started at a slow but purposful walk arcing the shaking barrel left and right in an attempt to flush out the enemy. "Come out you gits, get your butts out of here!" his words met a silence followed by the cries of his own commander as he moved from his postion and into the center of the units harbor area. With a snap order he commanded the rest of his men to follow Strides example, making troopers yell and whoop as they dived for the rebel which where either wounded or slow, binding and cuffing each in turn.

Stride grunted, he would rather kill the lot but base insited in capturing rebel for interigation a task that he kept away from if posible. Drwaing his attention back to the task though he noticed that his own fire power had ceased the barrel winding down as the last of the ammo fleed the breach and downed the remainer of the rebles right flank.