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ZEGO Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 7/10/07 10:58am Subject: Gamma Cell- Entries of a Strike Team (Action/Adventure/Drama)--UPDATED 08/24/08 - Date Edited: 11/18 5:52pm (33 edits total) Edited By: ZEGO
	Title: Gamma Cell- Entries of a Strike Team Author: ZEGO Timeframe: 2 years ABY Characters: OC's/ Many famous cameos Genre: Action/ Adventure/ Drama Summary: The Rebel Alliance assembles a covert ops strike team to take on its most hazardous missions. Synopsis: This is the origin of the Rebel Alliance's most trusted strike force unit--Gamma Cell. Through completing their missions, the GC unit begins to help shape the history of the universe and tip the scale of victory against the Empire's dark reign. Desperate, the Empire turns to a maniacal outsider for assistance in eliminating their new threat, a man so devious and dangerous that hiring him could lead to the destruction of both armies. Author Notes: I've always wanted to tell the tales of a squad of importance. So through the course of this limited series, I will try to pick out the situations that most of us would find thrilling and include them, while also staying true to the Star Wars timeline. Disclaimer: I only own the OC characters of this story, and nothing of Star Wars. _______________________________________ [SCRAMBLE LINE ENCRYPTED] UPLINK CONNECTION VERIFIED--- STAND BY FOR INCOMING TRANSMISSION_ REBEL TRANSPORT: FIREFLY DESTINATION: HOTH/ REBEL SUPPLY BASE #143 -YOU HAVE BEEN CLEARED FOR INSERTION ALL SYSTEMS GO. END TRANSMISSION. ___________________________________________ GAMMA CELL- ENTRY #1: Night had just fallen over the pale world of Hoth. The temperature declined to a degree that could quell the mighty volcanoes of Mustafar into a cold sleep. Wind and snow combined their efforts into a blinding storm of hale, punishing the surface level with gusts of hazy distinction and welters of whiteout. Alone, in the perils of the frigid night sky, traveled a single transport vehicle, soaring with purpose across the vast mountains of ice that encompassed it. Slowly, but surely, the vessel progressed towards its hidden destination, a sparsely known Rebel Alliance Supply Base, designation #143. Within the ship’s steely domain, four rebel soldiers sat in a shaded gloom, stricken with silence; their low, muttered breath evaporating almost tunefully to each clunk of turbulence. They had been ordered to report for duty in a classified mission, knowing full well that refusal was not an option. Amongst the allied force entrenched in darkness, Sergeant Ryle Terhi stood slumped against the back wall of the inner hull, eyes bound together in slumberous concentration. This was his means of preparation. To ready the mind for what the body will face. Such was his way, the old way. Though, Ryle was under the command of the Alliance, he was as different from the Rebels as the Storm Troopers that they battled on a daily basis. The squad aboard the ship housed their bodies in rebel issue snow gear, shielding them from the chilling -61%C on the outside. However, Ryle possessed no reservations in wearing a tactical suit of light durasteel body armor instead, the likes of which appeared outdated to the equipment of this age. A bold move considering it provided virtually no protection from Hoth’s arctic environment, but he didn’t appear worried in the least. With a sudden decrease in altitude, they had finally arrived at their destination. Carefully setting the vessel into a low hover over the scattering snow of the terrain, the pilot steadily maneuvered into a docking sequence with Supply Base #143’s hangar bay. Once processing the access coding needed to gain entry from the base’s emergency locking system, the thick, towering doors that guarded the facility slowly folded open. Grinding gears moaned out loud as they retreated back into synchronization with the frosted, compound walls, clearing the way for the ship to proceed inside. Cutting power to the shuttle’s front and rear thrusters, the transport landed amidst a small fleet of unoccupied X-Wing starfighters, sitting serenely in an eerie, dark dormancy. The clanking of boots then resounded down the shortened stairwell leading to the cockpit as a Rebel Officer stepped into the dim illumination provided by the flashing onboard lights. Before speaking, he surveyed the team occupying the hull. They were a ragged bunch, picked for reasons still a mystery to them. In his head, he questioned whether they were indeed ready for what was ahead. “Listen up, grunts! I’m gonna say this ONCE, and only ONCE. Three weeks ago, Echo Base lost contact with Supply Base #143, which is our current position. You should know that the last transmission received held large amounts of screaming pleas for help before fading to static. I’d play it back for you, but I would actually like to get some sleep tonight. Regardless, you are here to investigate this matter and seek out the source of the disturbance. We don’t know what you’ll find inside so be ready for anything. Any questions?” A lengthy soldier called out to his superior from the front of the ship, while simultaneously slamming a power pack into the bottom of his E-11 blaster rifle, producing its charging buzz. “Why are there only four of us going on this mission, sir? Wouldn’t it have been better to send an established strike team? I mean I’ve never even seen these people before, let alone fought with them.” The tall lad had proposed the same question running through the entire squad’s thoughts. Why would the Alliance send so few recruits to investigate a situation that could easily be an Imperial ambush? “You are all the Rebel Alliance can spare at the moment, and that is all you need to know. However, I guess you are all entitled to introductions. Start us off with your name, rank, and specialty, soldier.” The Rebel Officer referred to the same recruit who spoke up first. Stumbling with unexpected surprise, the lengthy soldier oafishly smiled a long row of teeth before getting around to introducing himself. “Lieutenant Brice Ahmarot, sir! I am a Class-1 Demolitionist, specializing in both the activating and defusing of over 100 different charges of explosives and implosives.” The Rebel Officer nodded appeasably as Brice completed his biography quickly. He was a poster boy for what a soldier should be, respectful, cooperative, and confident. Everything this army needed. The Rebel Officer then turned to the next random squad member he wished to hear from. Examining around the enclosed space, he next chose the seasoned faced Zabrak male seated beside Ryle, throwing a nod to him so he knew it was his turn to speak. “Doctor Merid Rehald, sir! I am ranked as a Class-1 Physician with degrees in over 20 forms of surgical procedures and medication.” Though slightly older in age than the rest of the rebels around him, Merid was renowned as one of the finest doctors in the Rebel Alliance occupation. Many times was he successful with crucial in-battle surgeries, a skill that earns him continuous merits to this day. With introductions nearly coming to a close, the Rebel Officer looked next to the only female amongst the motley crew. “Private Quintana Rowen, sir! I am a Class-1 Master Slicer. Trained in not only system slicing, but also Decryption/ Reconfiguring/ and System Repair as well.” Quintana spoke loudly, perhaps trying to sound tougher than she really was. Often times, many of her commanders would whisper Quintana was too beautiful to be serving in this war, though she would certainly disagree. Once she was finished, all eyes turned their attention to the only remaining teammate left to introduce. Ryle. In an instant, Terhi bid his eyes to awaken. The haze of staring faces filled the room with anticipation, taunting him with their gaze. Ryle met their stares with one of his own. If they didn’t already know better, some might’ve thought it was one of the enemy staring down upon them. “Sergeant Ryle Terhi, sir. Class-1 Weapon Specialist, ranging in all forms of combat from arsenal and melee, to close quarters combat.” The roguish Sergeant carried a weight with his words, too indistinguishable to be considered sadness or determination. Perhaps the truth lied somewhere in between? It would be very interesting to see how he works with others. Now that the squad had been given time to at least learn each other’s names, the Rebel Officer stepped to concealed control pad and administered a push to its keyboard, opening the transport’s loading doors and extending its walk ramp. “There, now you’re all best friends--NOW MOVE OUT! GO, GO, GO!” With no further delay, the small band of rebels rushed from the shuttle and into the crowded hangar, their weapons primed to kill. A moment later and the ramp sealed back in behind them, locking thereafter. They were on their own. The surrounding area was deathly calm, utterly absent of noise. There wasn’t a trace of life anywhere to be found among the quiet rows of sleeping fighter ships. A cool current of air breezed from the base’s abandoned corridors, shifting through the dimming darkness where Alliance forces once tread. The similarities to a graveyard were far too abundant to state. The four continued carefully into the crudely constructed compound, never dropping their guard for a moment’s grace. Power looked to be active in the tunnels leading away from the hangar. The light fixtures bound to the tunnel’s icy roof flickered momentarily as they approached, but still managed to stay operational, a good sign considering the circumstances. Neither squad member wanted to risk a firefight in pitch black. Flocking together with their rifles raised high; the squad marched further into the unknown. Their movements held no fear, no emotion, only the raw resolve of their objective. The team hastened their investigation, tactically covering the close parameters around them with jolting glances. Two members would proceed ahead and check the area for possible threat, then pause in place as the second group passed them up and did the same. For thirty long minutes of constant reconnaissance in and through the base’s barren cave tunnels, the unit was rewarded with nothing. No sign of attack, no immediate threat, and no survivors. “Where is everyone?” Quintana questioned aloud, breaking the long lull of focus. “It’s like they just disappeared into thin air?” Peering around to the far reaches of the caverns, it was evident that she had spoken an evident truth. Many things just didn’t seem to add up. Brice looked to the paved snow below them, searching for something that might give them a lead on what occurred here, a footprint, anything, but fell short in the end. “I don’t understand what could’ve happened? If they were attacked, there would be bodies lying around? There would be tracks. There would be blood.” “There was indeed a battle here, Brice.” Merid chimed in, calling attention to a blaster bolt burn he discovered singed into the nearest wall a few feet away. “Perhaps they were secretly infiltrated by an Imperial infiltration unit and were hit too hard and fast to do anything about it?” Quintana shook her head in disagreement. “No…even if that were true, there’s no way they could’ve taken the entire base without receiving casualties. No one’s that good.” While the other three rebels rambled on about ruling out all possibilities in conference, Ryle casually carried on of his own accord down the lone stretch of tunnel. His instincts calling to him to wander further, guiding him to something he didn’t know. When he met the corridor’s end and still found no trace of life, he believed his senses to be leading him astray. Though, that wasn’t like them. Just as the thought of turning back came to mind, something fixed firmly into a ceiling ventilation grate caught Ryle’s attention. “Over here.” Ryle’s deep voice yelled with cause, earning the hasty return of his fellow rebels. “What is it?” Brice asked anxiously, arriving with his blaster rifle postured for elimination. Without responding, Ryle reached up to the metallic grate and grasped something in his fist. Shifting his position, he displayed his hand so that all could witness his discovery. Ryle then gingerly unrolled his fingers to reveal a clod of white hair resting gently in the base of his palm. Quintana grimaced a bit with disappointment, feeling they had rushed over pointlessly. “It’s hair...so what?” Ryle answered her with little regard for her intelligence. “Think hard about whom this could belong to.” Merid was the first to take Ryle’s advice and closely examine the strands of hair. “Well, they appear to be very thick and matted, and give off an almost greasy residue when touched. They’re too bristled to belong to any of the known human or alien breeds in the Rebel Alliance, in fact they actually resemble…” The Zabrak’s eyes suddenly lit up with an overwhelming state of fright, as he now understood what Ryle already knew. “No…how could it have gotten inside?” “Not it...they.” Ryle continued. “My guess is it would take about four of them to take the whole base. It’s possible it was a pack.” Terhi and Merid’s hidden meaning began to confuse Brice to the point of frustration. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now. “What is it?! What does that hair belong to?” He shouted to the peak of his speech. Reclaiming his stance, Ryle smirked scarily. “Wampas...” -----signature----- Awaken Darkness- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/23633458/p1/?4 Gamma Cell- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27091571&brd=10476 Cole: "Please, Landon. You and Zego are in great danger!" Landon: "Welcome to Tatooine."
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CodyMonKenobi Registered: Jan '01	Date Posted: 7/10/07 3:48pm Subject: RE: Gamma Cell- Secret Rebel Alliance Strike Team
	This looks like its gonna be good. Sign me up for the pm list, if you are doing one, I wanna see where this goes. -----signature----- We rednecks like to stay with-in the four main food groups. Steak, potatoes, gravy, and beer, with hard liquor in moderation. U.S. Army Field Artillery The Shoe Make's Gift http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/3034
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Landon16 Registered: Nov '05	Date Posted: 7/10/07 9:03pm Subject: RE: Gamma Cell- Secret Rebel Alliance Strike Team
	Great introduction for the story, ZEGO. I'm glad you brought this back. I can't help but think of "Aliens" the movie when I read it. Put me on that PM list with Cody. -----signature----- "Ya know...if I wasn't so sure you were a lesbian, I'd say you were hitting on me." -Peter Griffin
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BigE Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 7/12/07 8:31am Subject: RE: Gamma Cell- Entries of a Strike Team
	I recall the original - I was wondering recently what had become of it. Add me to the PM list also. -----signature----- Not charging for Awesomeness. Gentlemen's Writing Guild 'Shipwrecked' challenge: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30481486/r30519170/ psst: It's "crazy good", says a source. Eduard Cullen = Gary Stu. Yep, I said it.
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ZEGO Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 7/12/07 8:55pm Subject: RE: Gamma Cell- Entries of a Strike Team
	Glad you like it, everyone! Stick around, things get hectic. -----signature----- Awaken Darkness- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/23633458/p1/?4 Gamma Cell- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27091571&brd=10476 Cole: "Please, Landon. You and Zego are in great danger!" Landon: "Welcome to Tatooine."
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ZEGO Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 7/16/07 11:08pm Subject: RE: Gamma Cell- Entries of a Strike Team (Action/Adventure/Drama) - Date Edited: 11/4/07 11:08pm (8 edits total) Edited By: ZEGO
	GAMMA CELL- ENTRY #1: Continuation “Wampas? That’s impossible. They would’ve torn this base apart.” Brice said firmly, secretly trying to mask his own fear of facing the large snow beasts. But how could one blame him? Wampas were creatures composed of pure rage and a ravenous hunger, not to be taken likely for their lack of intelligence. In a skirmish, it would take up to two squads just to slay one of the savage foes, much less four of them. The unit found themselves at a crossroads. They were unprepared to meet such a primal threat. Even with their distinct level of training, the intensity of the situation shined through each of them in one way or another. Most of which was just hoping they’d survive this encounter with all their limbs intact. “Not necessarily, Lieutenant.” Merid corrected. “Wampas are a type of hibernating species. They do not kill their prey from the start, but rather disable them and drag them back to their home to either store for a later time, or devour immediately. So it would indeed explain the sudden rash of disappearances.” “Well, one thing’s for sure. If those things are responsible for all of this, we’re going to need a lot more than just blaster rifles and frag grenades to take down an entire pack of them.” Quintana sighed with a reluctant scowl at her blaster rifle. Brice rolled his eyes unto her, implying her comment to be foolish. “Well that’s obvious. The problem is that none of us has anything else.” An abrupt titter of amusement emitted from Ryle. Brice looked on at him confoundedly; unable to understand what he said could’ve earned such a gleeful response. “You find something funny, Sergeant?” Terhi slowed his sputter to a stop. “My apologies,” He said as his face turned back to a somber blankness. “It’s just that this IS a supply base. Why don’t we simply take a trip to the armory?” Merid found love in the way Ryle thought, feeling absurd they all hadn’t thought of it sooner. “That is an excellent idea, Sergeant!” Wasting little time, the Zabrak Physician dug deep into the sidepack fastened tightly to his utility belt. He ruffled his hand about inside, siphoning through the multitude of items until retrieving the base schematics, a gift presented to each rebel should they become separated, along with the master door code for the entire complex. Merid quickly placed the map against the nearest wall and skimmed over its vast blueprints with the greatest of observation. Only after finding the armory’s location did his hand steady. “It should be only two clicks northeast of our current position.” This news pleased Brice. Everything seemed to be coming together, and not a moment too soon in their case. In a way, he found himself starting to think he was the unannounced leader of this reckless bunch. Neither of them was presented as so, as curious as it may be. This sort of thinking always seemed to be Brice’s biggest downfall. He didn’t mean to think so arrogantly, that’s just the way it always turned out. “Good, then let’s move out.” Ahmarot barked, stepping out in front of the group so as to lead them onward. Before Brice could plant a single footstep, Quintana caught his shoulder with her hand. “Hold up. Shouldn’t we report back to the transport and have them radio in for more support?” “You heard what the C.O. said. We’re all the Alliance can send at the moment.” Brice answered with a scapegoat tone. On the inside, all he could think about was the opportunities for advancement that would open up if he led this team in killing the enemy behemoths. Quintana couldn’t help but disagree with his decision. Rebel Alliance protocol required them to report in any new developments that might falter the mission’s progression. “Yes, but we should at least try. Even if we had all the ammunition in the universe, these things are still going to be hard to kill.” Brice smirked confidently to her. “We’ll be fine, little lady. Just follow me.” “Excuse me, but I don’t recall the C.O. placing you in charge? In fact, I don’t recall him placing any of us in charge.” Quintana pointed out with sarcasm in her words, the anger in her veins slowly shooting to the surface. “Check your tone, soldier. I heard everyone’s intros just like you did. I’m the highest ranking officer here. Therefore, I’m assuming control.” Quintana was now utterly enraged by Brice’s arrogant dismissal of her opinion. This wasn’t the first time she had dealt with overachieving male officers who believed themselves to be above the rules and procedures. Those same men who thought she was better off far away from the frontlines. “I don’t care if you’re the Chief of State, you don’t break protocol!” Tensions were at a boiling point, ready to explode any second. Knowing that such arguing had no place at this crucial hour, Merid posted his body in between the two hardheaded individuals, acting as a peacekeeper while Ryle casually slid into a lean against the wall. “This is not the time or place for such bickering! If you want to argue, then I suggest you take it back to the ship and allow the rest of us to finish the mission.” Merid shouted loudly, trying his best to speak with reason rather than agitation. For the time being, Quintana and Brice ceased all useless arguing. It would seem that neither had anything left to say to each other. “Fine…I will.” Quintana replied fiercely as she turned in place and began to backtrack the way they came. “Quintana, please wait!” Merid plead, only to watch her disappear behind a bend in the tunnel. Frustration began to overtake the goal at hand and no solution was apparent for the seasoned doctor. He began to question how well the Alliance thought over the selection process for this mission. But for now, he didn’t have time to worry about such things. All that mattered was that Quintana was heading off alone into a possible ambush. “She can’t go by herself.” Merid stated to Brice, who shrugged his head at the thought of going after her. Merid’s only hope lied in the silent Rebel Sergeant propped against the wall before him. “Sergeant…please.” Ryle didn’t say a word to Merid’s request or even blink an eye toward him. Without giving any notion of acknowledgement, he leisurely strolled off in pursuit of Private Rowen. Maybe he had become bored with all the bickering and decided to join her at the transport. Or it’s possible that he respected something in Merid enough to listen to him. No one could truly understand the way Ryle’s mind worked, and he preferred it like that. After Terhi cleared the last corner of the tunnel, Merid looked back on Brice, whose long face showed that he may’ve felt deserving of the odium which he’d incurred. Again his hungry ego had left him with a sour memory to dwell on at a later date. “Now Lieutenant, let’s head to that armory.” -------------------- The walk back to the hangar was not a quiet one. Quintana found herself saying curses out loud. She had also regretted what she said earlier, but not because she felt wrong in it. Few people could truly understand why a woman like her was fighting in this war. She hadn’t lost anyone to the Empire, and her family’s wealth was never crippled by its overly excessive taxing. It all fell deeper than that. She was here because while it did not affect her, it did affect others. People were starving and dying because of the Emperor’s selfish laws of gain. And to just sit back and watch it was something she could not stomach any longer. To her, Brice resembled the same male superiors who tried to give her orders she felt were unjustified. Despite a slight feeling of pride in telling him off, the fact that she was running away from the mission was one that sickened her. Sadly, she had allowed all those who degraded her to win another victory. Keeping these thoughts to herself, Quintana continued on route through the base’s narrow and drafty halls of stone until hangar bay was within sight. As she navigated around the small fleet of X-wings, she thought of how she would explain her presence to the commanding officer. It was very likely that she would be punished for abandoning the mission the way she has, but as Quintana passed by the last X-wing in her path, she found that there would be no opposition waiting for her. What Private Rowen witnessed next would call a stop to her actions. Her jaw weighed to an open, crippled by the sensation of terror searing her skin a flush of red. For she had come to find the transport they traveled here in was now christened in the blood of others. -----signature----- Awaken Darkness- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/23633458/p1/?4 Gamma Cell- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27091571&brd=10476 Cole: "Please, Landon. You and Zego are in great danger!" Landon: "Welcome to Tatooine."
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Healer_Leona Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 7/17/07 6:07am Subject: RE: Gamma Cell- Entries of a Strike Team (Action/Adventure/Drama)--UPDATED 7/17/07
	OOoh, add me to the PM lost too?? Great descriptions and I liked hte introduction of characters. Wampas huh? Yikes!!! -----signature----- Break away from everybody Break away from everthing If you can't stand the way this place is Take yourself to higher places
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Landon16 Registered: Nov '05	Date Posted: 7/17/07 8:50am Subject: RE: Gamma Cell- Entries of a Strike Team (Action/Adventure/Drama)--UPDATED 7/17/07
	Dang, Brice is a jerk! Though a good idea to work that kind of character into the mix, ZEGO. And Quintana better watch her back! -----signature----- "Ya know...if I wasn't so sure you were a lesbian, I'd say you were hitting on me." -Peter Griffin
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Killik_Twilight Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 7/18/07 7:16pm Subject: RE: Gamma Cell- Entries of a Strike Team (Action/Adventure/Drama)--UPDATED 7/17/07
	Interesting. You don't see much about the special forces, unless you play a few certain board or video games. KT -----signature----- "Those who have long enjoyed such privileges as we enjoy forget in time that men have died to win them." Franklin D. Roosevelt
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Vivid_Scripts Registered: Jan '04	Date Posted: 7/18/07 10:20pm Subject: RE: Gamma Cell- Entries of a Strike Team (Action/Adventure/Drama)--UPDATED 7/17/07
	an interesting and unique subject for a fic, I'm intrigued because I like to choose unique fic subjects as well. count me in for a PM list? -----signature----- "trickbind"
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ZEGO Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 7/18/07 11:34pm Subject: RE: Gamma Cell- Entries of a Strike Team (Action/Adventure/Drama)--UPDATED 7/17/07 - Date Edited: 7/18/07 11:43pm (2 edits total) Edited By: ZEGO
	Healer_Leona posted: OOoh, add me to the PM lost too?? Great descriptions and I liked hte introduction of characters. Wampas huh? Yikes!!! Thanks! I really try to capture the atmosphere of the chapter with a variety of descriptive terminology. It can be mind-numbing a lot of the time, especially when you have the entire team conversing like in the Entry #1: continuation. Though I like how it turned out. Yikes, indeed! When I decided to begin the Gamma Cell unit's story in the Saga's timeline, I tried to think of the worst creatures to plague them on their first mission, then it hit me. We all remember the beginning of Episode V:ESB, when Luke was sneak-attacked by the baby wampa, and that got me thinking that there was more to the monsters if they could pull one over on Luke. Needless to say, their breed is actually quite tactical in a sense. You can read more about them here: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Wampas And just for fun, here is the picture that helped inspire me: http://images2.wikia.com/starwars/images/4/42/Wampa_Echo_Base.jpg Landon16 posted: Dang, Brice is a jerk! Though a good idea to work that kind of character into the mix, ZEGO. And Quintana better watch her back! Yeah, Brice is a bit of a jerk. Though, he actually doesn't mean to be. He's just a little too anxious for success. Killik_Twilight posted: Interesting. You don't see much about the special forces, unless you play a few certain board or video games. Vivid_Scripts posted: an interesting and unique subject for a fic, I'm intrigued because I like to choose unique fic subjects as well. count me in for a PM list? I noticed that as well, and thus is the reason why I've decided to focus on such a topic. It's a shame really, a strike team plot holds almost endless possibilities. ZEGO: Thanks for taking the time to read my fic, guys! It means a great deal to me. -----signature----- Awaken Darkness- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/23633458/p1/?4 Gamma Cell- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27091571&brd=10476 Cole: "Please, Landon. You and Zego are in great danger!" Landon: "Welcome to Tatooine."
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BigE Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 7/23/07 4:34am Subject: RE: Gamma Cell- Entries of a Strike Team (Action/Adventure/Drama)--UPDATED 7/17/07
	What Private Rowen witnessed next would call a stop to her actions. Her jaw weighed to an open, crippled by the sensation of horror searing her skin with a flush of red, as she came to find the transport they traveled here in was now christened in the blood of others. Yeah! Bring it on! Sorry. It's exciting you know. -----signature----- Not charging for Awesomeness. Gentlemen's Writing Guild 'Shipwrecked' challenge: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30481486/r30519170/ psst: It's "crazy good", says a source. Eduard Cullen = Gary Stu. Yep, I said it.
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CodyMonKenobi Registered: Jan '01	Date Posted: 7/24/07 6:00pm Subject: RE: Gamma Cell- Entries of a Strike Team (Action/Adventure/Drama)--UPDATED 7/17/07
	I couldn't believe that a private was the one to stand up to the officer. Granted she was right to do so in this case, but you would figure that some of the more seasoned soldiers would have backed her up. This is getting very very intresting, and once again you show your skill at revealing so little and leaving us on the edge of our seat after each post. You have thrown together a nice assortment of charecters all with different pesonalities. As for Brice, he is a wannabe hero and those kind of people generally do more harm to a combat team than good, I am intrested to see how he progresses. -----signature----- We rednecks like to stay with-in the four main food groups. Steak, potatoes, gravy, and beer, with hard liquor in moderation. U.S. Army Field Artillery The Shoe Make's Gift http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/3034
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ZEGO Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 7/28/07 11:33pm Subject: RE: Gamma Cell- Entries of a Strike Team (Action/Adventure/Drama)--UPDATED 7/17/07 - Date Edited: 9/21 1:43pm (4 edits total) Edited By: ZEGO
	GAMMA CELL- ENTRY #1: Continuation Desperation was as strong in the air as the stench of death, twisting and overpowering Quintana’s senses. With quickened throws of movement, she covered all angles with the tip of her rifle, unwilling to allow any enemy to ambush her. Under watchful surveillance, Quintana surveyed every inch, every centimeter around her, ready to unleash destruction with her firearm. Her breath pushed sorely through her throat, fearing further ingression. Only when assured the area was clear of potential danger did she feel intent to canvass the transport. Her steps up the walk ramp stemmed gently one after the other, muffling the racket produced from them to the lowest volume. Coming to the top of the incline, more blood was found painting the floor and walls inside the ship, scattered into swipe patterns, yet no corpse of either the Rebel Officer or the pilot could be seen. This attack told of a brutal mauling, driven by a ravenous hunger and contradicting what Merid had said before of Wampas never killing on the spot. Falling to a kneel, Private Rowen inspected another clod of pale hair submerged in the thin, crimson pool of plasma. The situation had officially taken a dire state. Quintana’s pulse began to race with indecision. She knew that despite her lack of resolution in calling for help, there was no other choice available. As fast she could muster, Rowen reached towards her chest and snatched away the communicator buried inside one of her vest’s many pockets. If nothing else, she needed to warn the others about this deadly new development. However, as Quintana’s finger had clicked over the communicator’s activation button; a massive crash rocked the ship from side to side. Quintana’s balance fell into falter as her body was abruptly purged from the vessel’s hull at great velocity, splashing harshly into the ground outside. The thud of her head bouncing off the cave floor rang gongs of scrambled thoughts, nearly fading the rebel into unconsciousness. Confused on how this had all befallen her, Quintana struggled to return to her feet, but only found the floor once more. Her eyes cast a bleary glare where once solid vision reigned, catching heed of an obscured image of something large rounding the side of the transport. Deepened tremors vibrated through the mineral stone beneath her, preaching of an ominous threat’s approach, as a purring growl crowed in the blurred vicinity, growing louder with each heavy thump in the ground. It was very clear what was stalking her now. Regardless of her stern effort, Quintana laid disoriented on the floor, vigorously trying to piece together her random mind. Through her eyes, the white giant gained more distinction as it loomed closer. His razor sharp jaws dripped with drool, anticipating the delicious meal in his predatory focus. Before long, the mighty carnivore was over top of his beaten prey, groaning with delight. Effortlessly, the Wampa hoisted Quintana off her back, binding her in an elevated grapple. Strengthening his grip over her, the creature began a slow pull towards its spreading, dampened mandibles, signifying the tragic end of Private Quintana Rowen. The Ice Behemoth’s teeth had just begun to encase the rebel soldier’s head, when a pop of noise struck the air with a crackle, pursued by a speeding zip of wind. A sudden glow of red reflected in the Wampa’s pupils before erupting into a spray of sparks and expelling the monster’s eyes into combustion. In an excruciating fashion, the Wampa released its grasp over the ailing soldier and viciously flailed his massive arms about; trying in vain to decrease the intensity of its suffering. Meeting with the ground again, Quintana gasped on impact, her fragile state beckoning no more punishment, as well as an answer. Someone had intervened in her demise, this much Quintana knew. With a gradual raise of her head, the young woman was able to capture her savior’s land from a leap in flight, formerly perched atop one of the many sleeping X-Wings only a short distance away. It was Ryle. Bidding no fear of his grizzly challenger, the roguish Sergeant pressed into the fray, his face pinched with driven determination. In no time at all, Ryle was sprinting for engagement, barraging his foe with an unrelenting rain of blaster fire. His speed was swift and his aim, precise. It was only he and the Wampa now. Though his surprise attack was fast and powerful, Ryle quickly found his weapon to do little against the thick, buffed skin of the Ice Behemoth. It was going to take much more than what he had to finish him. Discouraged, but not willing to submit, Terhi knew he had to act with haste if he wanted to keep his advantage. Seconds from breaking into the beast's guard, The Rebel Sergeant switched his rifle into one hand and barreled forward with all he had. His legs stormed forth with rapid acceleration, heading at a collision course with his animal combatant. Though, burdened with sightlessness due to Ryle’s trap, the Wampa could still smell his fast approach through the air. Acting on this sense, the Ice Behemoth threw a hard slash of his paw towards the clatter of running, but this would come to be a mistake. For as soon as the beast’s monstrous claws made a demand for decapitation, Ryle broke into a downward slide, just narrowly avoiding the strike as it cleaved past the edge of his nose. Like a tossed coin, Ryle skittered across the ground, claiming Quintana’s blaster rifle with his free hand on the way to a halt under the Wampa’s midsection. From there Terhi quickly bent his arms into a fold, digging the tips of his dual rifles into the back of each monstrous patella before squeezing their triggers. Several booms of flaring expulsion then erupted from both kneecaps, scorching them into nonexistence. Bellowing in unmatched anger, the Wampa quickly found he was no longer capable of stance and collapsed into a lumbering plop backwards onto the transport’s walk ramp, bending and ripping it away from the ship. He had the beast down, now was the time to end it. Rolling to his feet, Ryle unlatched a pair of frag grenades restrained to his combat belt. Sinking their detonation switches with his thumbs, he then cast them into a hard scurry beneath the transport. “GO!” Terhi screamed out as he yanked Quintana to her feet, using himself as a human crutch. With precious time dwindling to a close, both rebels rushed off to take cover from the coming explosion. Sensing his own death at hand, the wounded Wampa let out a deafening roar as the frag grenades ignited with the vessel’s fuel cells and engulfed him in a towering blaze of flames and shredded steel, decimating him instantly. -----signature----- Awaken Darkness- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/23633458/p1/?4 Gamma Cell- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27091571&brd=10476 Cole: "Please, Landon. You and Zego are in great danger!" Landon: "Welcome to Tatooine."
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Healer_Leona Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 7/29/07 10:45am Subject: RE: Gamma Cell- Entries of a Strike Team (Action/Adventure/Drama)--UPDATED 7/29/07
	Yikes, she's come upon quite the nasty scene. Whoa!! Good things the others showed up whem they did! Atiil, now that they've destroyed the transport... -----signature----- Break away from everybody Break away from everthing If you can't stand the way this place is Take yourself to higher places
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Landon16 Registered: Nov '05	Date Posted: 7/29/07 12:01pm Subject: RE: Gamma Cell- Entries of a Strike Team (Action/Adventure/Drama)--UPDATED 7/29/07
	The others? ZEGO posted: Like a tossed coin, Terhi skittered across the ground, claiming Quintana’s blaster rifle with his free hand on the way to a halt under the Wampa’s midsection. From there the Rebel Sergeant quickly bent his arms into a fold, digging the tips of his dual rifles into back of each monstrous knee joint before squeezing their triggers. Several booms of flaring expulsion then erupted from each of the Wampa’s kneecaps, scorching them into nonexistence. WHOA! Ryle is a bad motha! He was pulling some John Woo stuff in this chapter and I loved it. This entire chapter would've made a great action scene in SW movie. Now I can't help but wonder what's going to happen to Brice and Merid on their way to the Armory? -----signature----- "Ya know...if I wasn't so sure you were a lesbian, I'd say you were hitting on me." -Peter Griffin
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