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SF: Escape and Evasion Training (open; see note)

Post by Spyker Katarn » 2009-07-08 03:51

OOC Note: This thread is open to those seeking Special Forces classification. There are a series of three threads to be completed for this classification for new members: E&E, Weapons Training, and a question thread in the Academy forum (details for that in the thread). Further details are in the application thread in Operations. Any questions, ask. The IC briefing below will be the standard briefing for the E&E training.

It is also open to pilots wishing to RP out training for if they get shot down in atmosphere.[/ooc]



"You're up, Corporal! Move out!" CPL Spyker Katarn hopped out of the LAAT/i onto the surface of the planet. This was an E&E, escape and evasion training mission, required by all who wanted to enter the special forces. The objective was simple: reach the other side of a 20-klick training ground dirtside without getting caught. Closing his eyes, Spyker thought back to the training sergeant's briefing while the LAAT/i lifted off fromm behind him, leaving him in the silence of the forest surrounding him.
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"During the mission, you will have to evade multiple patrols of both droids and people, as well as security equipment. You may engage, but remember that your chances of being discovered increase. To pass the course, an alarm must not be raised. You will be unarmed, and if you do choose to engage, you must use nonlethal force. Your enemy, however, is also limited to nonlethal means, but keep in mind they have the advantage of range. You will have 24 hours to complete the course. Good luck."
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Leaving his eyes closed, Spyker took a deep breath, using all his senses to acclimate himself to the forest. He heard the birds in the trees, smelled the wood and the pleasant scent of the forest underbrush, and felt the ground beneath him. When he opened his eyes again, he was attuned to the woodlands, and set off in the direction of the safe zone, some 20 kilometers northwest. It wasn't long before he ran into his first patrol, a pair of B-1 battle droids with a 'wet' officer. Spyker immediately dropped prone and engaged his implant's thermal vision. The vision mode would allow him to track the patrol as they walked by, with the organic soldier showing a bright red and the two droids a cool blue against the neutrally-heated background. The droids were competent enough soldiers by daylight, but were no better than the human at night. Spyker waited silently for the group to pass before getting up and continuing onward. It was shaping up to be a long night ahead, and Spyker was looking forward to the challenge.
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Re: SF: Escape and Evasion Training (open; see note)

Post by Spyker Katarn » 2009-07-29 21:11

Several hours into the exercise, Spyker found himself at the outskirts of a small outpost. He was making good time, roughly two klicks an hour, but had begun to get hungry and thirsty. He knew that mental impairment began at 5% of total water loss, but he wasn't going to take any chances. Creeping to the edge of the camp, Spyker rose to a crouch behind a fallen tree, letting the brush disrupt and conceal his outline. Flipping through his implant's vision modes, he counted four wets, all horizontal, in what seemed to be a barracks. Watching, he waited for several minutes before making a move.

Spyker crept into the camp, carefully watching his step to avoid raising an alarm; he wanted to get in, grab some supplies, and get out again. The lowlight mode of his vision implant helped greatly as he got closer, and he was able to take a position just ooutside what he believed to be their supply tent. Carefully releasing two of the stakes keeping it tethered to the ground, he was able to lift and crawl under the loose wall into the tent. Slowly standing, he continued to rely on the implant to see, as a light would serve as a beacon to others nearby. Quietly rummaging through the supplies, he found two waterbottles and several ration cubes, each tuned for a full meal. He ate one of the cubes, cringing at its flavorless nature, and washed it down with water from one of the bottles. Spyker also found a DL-22 Stun Blaster, and armed himself with the weapon, though resolved to not use it unless he had to. Finished inside the tent, he carefully packaged the water and ration cubes, then stopped to listen. He heard nothing from the tent next to him, but saw the outside was beginning to lighten: the sun was rising. Working quickly, he strapped on the -22's holster, then slid out the opened side.

Placing the supplies on the ground, Spyker looped the straps around the spikes, then crouch-walked back towards the treeline. A quick scan with thermal vision showed the people in the camp beginning to stir and move around. It was only a matter of time before his theft was discovered, and Spyker hoped to be far enough away for it not to matter. Fading into the forest, he resumed his journey towards the exfil point, mindful of the new danger that awaited: daylight.
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Re: SF: Escape and Evasion Training (open; see note)

Post by Jericho Winters » 2009-07-30 05:45

The Staff Sergeant Malacross had ordered Jericho to arrive a little differently to the course, by doing a night drop. He figured it would be more Jericho's style to do so.

"Drop in sixty seconds!", the Sgt. yelled. "You read the briefing on what to expect so plan to keep your a** out of trouble, and don't screw up!"

Jericho waited as the time ticked down on the inside of the HUD located in his helmet...anxiously waiting to go..

"10...9...8..." the Sgt was counting down.

Time to get your feet wet Jericho. he thought to himself, Let's see if I can score a landing.


3...2..1.. "Go Go Go. "

Jericho ran out the back of the dropship and began falling counting down the time for him to turn on his one time use old fashioned parachute to bring himself down out of the falling aircraft ... This was only his third halo jump and the air in his lungs would be a key factor as the his implants would keep him alive the first 5000 feet until he reached breathable air. Then it would be another 10,000 feet till the ground, at 6000 he was supposed to pull the parachute and go in for a water landing on the river that ran through the course and through the woodlands that the enemy would be in...

The wind whistled past his head as his lungs burned with an icy fire of oxygen starved tissues all the way down to 10,000 feet. Jericho's mind was ablaze with overloading information gained from his attuned yet beleagured senses.

At six thousand feet he pulled the cord on the chute... and it opened without a hitch as he angled towards the water below.

Right before splash down he pulled the release handle on the chute straps and pulled his arms across his chest as he plunged deep into the icy water. He remembered this sensation, it never left his memory when he was on standown. The feeling of being completely alive.

Bobbing to the surface he drew ragged gasps of breath, gathered up chute, and swam to the nearby shore being careful to not to engender any more notice. He hid the chute's fabric under a rotting root system of a tree trunk half under water after weighing it down with stones so it would not bob to the surface and alert any patroling troops.

Jericho recognized several of the mosses on the riverbank and grabbed several groups of the edible ones that could be used for sustenance. When that task was finished he took his bearings and began moving towards the objective points through the trees and scrub brush. Silently and swiftly with purposeful strides, his awareness peaked to their highest levels in months...

I have to be careful of the Adrenaline high, the moss and herbs I gathered should help deal with that to calm my system down. Not to mention it would help keep him hydrated... a necessary component of staying alive in any dangerous territory as thirst would be the first sign of a person's weakening biosystem.

The mist began rolling in...
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Re: SF: Escape and Evasion Training (open; see note)

Post by Jericho Winters » 2009-08-12 05:11

15 kms from the Exfiltration Point...

Jericho Winters had crawled along on his belly along the murky waters of another riverbank avoiding the patrol droids IR sensors by slathering cold mud all along his body, keeping his body from radiating too much heat... at least not any more heat noticeable by the droids as an animal or medium predator's would.


The water around his elbows was slowly warming but still as chill as could be..., he was keeping his body heat in check by making careful slow movements, the wet mud forming a protective layer of insulation similar to the properties of a wetsuit.


Jericho looked around carefully once more straining his senses as he chewed some of the moss he had gathered, peering through the ever present mist that had formed at night. The morning sun would burn the mist away and cause a dangerous situation where he would not be camouflaged by the cover of night, but that was negligible to the natural covering of earthy colors he had smeared all over him now...


10 kms from the Exfiltration Point..


The opposition had gotten tricky on this setup. as Jericho saw a huge mock base setup complete with tents and coverings that stretched in a huge sprawl for over three hundred meters with a canal running straight through the position...


I could use that to my advantage Jericho thought ruefully to himself as he considered his options.
The open canal was the shortest distance between him and the way out of here... it was covered from the sight of soldiers on each side by an overhanging 'lip' of concrete that helped create a series of culvert's that flowed out of the base's cooling systems for its power generation, Radar towers, and two AA emplacements. A perfect cover for one man in the water to sneak by..


Jericho ripped a hollow thrush from the bank and dove under the water once again... his implants assisted his rapid travel upon the bottom of the river... through an underground landscape of frothy fronds, using the reed as a scuba gear breathing pipe when he was sure he needed more air in his lungs. He continued this way underwater up to the entrance of the canal before standing neck deep in water upon the covered concrete ledge that was a result of the concrete base of the Canal Bed inserted into the river floor..


Sidling along the three hundred meters was treacherous going making Jericho stop each time he heard the sounds of scuffing boots above his position. One time a soldier had even decided to relieve himself not 2 meters from his position. He had to keep moving though when the soldier walked away... At the end of the canal he once again ducked under the water and made his way upstream using the hollow reed to breathe when his lungs needed oxygen. He was much closer to his goal... and his way home, this test was becoming very trying on his nerves and his physical state was degrading as the rigors of this foray were placed upon him...


5 kms from the Exfiltration Point...


There was a wire overhanging a craggy ravine that was fed by a waterfall from the river was the last major terrain obstacle between him and his way home. The hours were creeping up on him as Jericho was slowly shimmying along the wire's length to reach the other side...

He could see below him in the ravine several water skipper droids patrolling the rocky depths for anything that tried to make its way into the natural caves that permeated this section of the land...
Jerich0's muscles were shaking a little from the sweltering heat as he dropped three meters down off the wire and onto solid ground.

He would need some camoflauge before making the next trek... so he gathered up some twigs and mud and made himself like he was part of the scenery e was tired but he would push on...

0 kms from the Exfiltration Point...

Several soldiers were guarding the transport looking out into the jungle from the riverbank's stony expanse, searching for the jungle's edge for any sign of the one they had been detailed here to pick up. Not looking behind them towards the mesa lake's waters. Several were smoking as the sky above was strewn with the many colors of encroaching darkness, There was only two more hours allowed till the time would be called and the entrant's emergency beacon would be activated. They had been discussing Pazaak and the local dames they had wanted to get back to at the local bars...

Twenty minutes later one of the men, the Sergeant had finished a smoke before saying , “It's freaking cold here Lt. I'm going inside to get warm.”

The Lieutenant next to him said , “That's fine Paul could you pass me a canteen of warm recaf from the supply pack first? I think this guy doesn't have what it takes!”

Of course the Sarge said thinking it wouldn't do to let his commander freeze if they had to go rescue the sap who they were out here for. When the Sergeant had handed the mug to his man, a dark bush suddenly materialized from the brush they had been standing around for the last twenty minutes shooting the breeze.

“Thank you sir, I'll take that.” Jericho said as the men looked surprisingly like a gutted fish before almost pulling his sidearm reflexively before controlling himself.

“How long have you been here,man !?!”, the sergeant exclaimed.

Jericho took a long sip of the drink before his reply, letting the warm liquid fill every bit of his stomach bringing a sensation of warmth to his core.

“Long enough to hear the two of you talking of that dancing redhead Sarge. On a different note you really shouldn't keep your knife on your belt, I used it about twenty minutes ago to 'kill' both of you. “ Jericho said while pointing at the knife streaks of mud on the man's backs that he had earlier used the dull edge of the silent blade upon the shirt fabric...

Jericho simply turned around without saying another word and walked into the waiting shuttle after a casual salute to the Lt. and the pilot before sitting down on one of the padded chairs.

Behind him could be heard the sound of the coughing Lt. as the Sergeant said , “What the h*** is that man?”
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Re: SF: Escape and Evasion Training (open; see note)

Post by Spyker Katarn » 2009-08-14 03:23

The daytime was not pleasant to a sneaking special forces candidate. The bright sun forced Spyker to stay low to minimize any chance of detection. His six-foot-tall frame was proving to be a hindrance, as it was not easy to bend over and stay that way for extended periods of time as he was being forced to do. It was made easier as Spyker could use the forest for cover, but that was coming to an end shortly.

Coming to the edge of the forest, Spyker saw that it gave way to a flat, plains-like area covered in tall grasses. There was no easy way through here, and even crawling would have given him away. The risen sun made his implant useless due to the residual heat from the solar rays beating down on the ground below, and the grasses concealed any patrols that would be visible from the ground.

Moving to his right, Spyker shimmied up a tree that would give him enough concealment to look over the field. Finding a fork in the branches, he shifted to gain a comfortable vantage point over the field. Using his hand to shield his eyes from the sun, Spyker scanned the area, searching for any sign of life. Now that he was up higher, he could see far more of the land, and carefully observed what lay ahead. The golden grasses were split into several farms, with roads, paths, and even a river running in between them.

A rustling and movement in the grasses caught Spyker's attention. Two other signs of movement also drew his eye, and he was able to identify these as patrol units who had spread out to cover a larger area. Their vantage points weren't great, but Spyker did manage to spot a pair of remotes high above. Their presence gave Spyker cause for concern. It was likely that they had thermal imaging sensors that would be able to pick out his heat signature from the ground below. Continuing his recon of the surrounding territory, he noticed that the river seemed to meander its way down towards the extraction point. The water would mask his thermal signature, and it did not seem like any of the patrols were searching the waterway. Dropping from the tree, Spyker stayed in the woods and moved towards where the river came out of the forest.

As he reached the riverbank, he took a quick moment to pop one of the ration cubes and drain one of the canteens of water. Dropping the remainder of the ration cubes into the now-empty container, he tightly screwed the cap on to keep them dry, then clipped it to his belt. He powered down his implant and suffered a bit of vertigo as his mind adjusted to the loss of sensory input from the optics, then swam out to the middle of the river and floated in a deadman's position, with just his face showing above water so he could breathe. He drifted lazily downstream, the easy current allowing him to conserve his energy. The water was warm, but its innate properties still served to mask the infrared signature of his body from the remotes overhead. Even from above, any signature that registered was likely to be discounted by their programming as a smaller mammal caught in the estuary.

In this fashion, he floated towards the extraction point far faster than he would have been able to move, all the while conserving energy and extending his supplies. Every so often, he would pull himself out of the river to dry off for a while; the fabrics in his clothing worked with the heat to both dry him rapidly and keep him cool in the hot sunlight before his next travel downstream. Using the river, it did not take him long to get close to the extraction point.

Pulling himself out of the water again, he noticed the sun was beginning to set, and with it was his time limit. He repowered his implant to make sure it had not suffered water damage, and it turned on without incident after running a short-duration self-diagnostic. Once again, he found himself in a forested glade, only he was less than a klick from the extraction. After coating his fair skin with mud to darken it, he moved like a ghost in fog, darting from shadow to shadow and stepping as lightly as possible so as to avoid noise from the sticks and leaves lying on the ground beneath his feet.

When he was about 25 meters from the clearing, he stopped and dropped into a crouch. Moving forward to see the extraction point, he saw that a LAAT/i had already landed, as if it was waiting for him. There were several people with what looked like E-11 carbines slung across their backs standing watch near the landing craft. The fading light of the planet's star cast an orange glow over the scene as Spyker drew back and thought of how to deal with this final challenge.

Picking up a rock, he crept forward again and concealed himself behind a tree. He threw the rock with enough force to draw the attention of one of the guards, then dropped prone. He could hear the reaction of the guard as he spoke to his comrades-in-arms.

"Hey, I think I heard something. I'm going to go check it out." Drawing the rifle from his back, the guard walked over near where Spyker lay. The corporal waited until he was out of sight of the other guards before springing up. Grabbing the barrel of the E-11, Spyker brought it up into the surprised guards face, smashing the nose and stunning him long enough for Spyker to disarm him and hit the side of the man's head with the rifle with just enough force to knock him unconscious. As the enemy soldier fell unconscious, Spyker dropped to a knee and listened for any sign that the encounter had been heard. Hearing no response, he turned the now-unconscious man onto his back, then stripped off his communications gear. Putting it on, he could hear the chatter of the other guards. Spyker listened intently as he hid the fallen guard under leaves and other forest matter.

"Hey, where'd Kal go? He's left his post."

"Said he heard a noise. Probably taking a leak. Want me to go look for him?"

"Do it. If you aren't back in two minutes, we'll come looking for you, too."
Having crept back to the edge of the clearing, Spyker could see a second guard move towards his position. Pulling behind a tree, Spyker waited for the man to draw close before reaching out and snaking an arm around his neck. He squeezed tightly for several seconds before he saw the man's eyes roll back in his head; that was the signal for him to release the chokehold. Gently lowering the man to the ground, Spyker checked to make sure the man was still breathing before covering him up and moving back to the edge of the clearing. Circling around until he was out of view of the remaining guards, he quickly and quietly moved to the rear of the LAAT/i.

Peeking around the corner of the craft, he saw one of the guards move to the other side to talk to the other remaining guard. Slinking to the now-blindside of the guards, Spyker crept on board, being very careful not to make any noise. There was no pilot on the ship, but that was no matter to him. Hiding himself in the rear section of the troop bay out of sight, Spyker waited for an opportunity to steal the craft and complete the operation. He didn't have to wait long before his stolen COM crackled.

"Kal, Darin, where are you guys? We need you back on station, pronto. Guys?" When he got no response, the COM crackled again. "Aran, you're with me. We're going looking for them. Get a remote in the air." Spyker could hear the high-pitched whine of a remote fade away as it moved away from the transport. Spyker knew he only had a few minutes before the guards found the two men he knocked out, and so he made his move towards the cockpit.

Peeking out of the open door, he could see the other two guards disappear into the woods on the same vector as the earlier two had. Spyker slipped into the pilot's chair of the LAAT/i, and performed the same abbreviated preflight he had done several long weeks prior at Dathomir during that fateful mission that saw him captured. Satisfied that everything was in working order, he hit the button to close the hatches on the side, then the switch to start the repulsors. A few seconds later, the shocked voices of the guards came over the headset COM.

"The LAAT!"

"How the hell did he get past us?!

"If we get back, we might be able to catch him!" Before they could make it back, Spyker had already dumped power into the craft's collective, rapidly gaining altitude. He squeezed the throttle and flew over the trees. As the LAAT/i retreated towards the base where Spyker was stationed for the exercise, he could hear the troopers left on the ground say one last thing.

"Damn it. Aran, get the Sarge on the horn; he got away with our LAAT. That's endex."

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"Tell me why, Corporal, you saw fit to assault two Federation soldiers and steal Federation property?" Sergeant Malacross leaned over his desk, a hit of malice apparent in his voice. Undaunted, Spyker calmly and evenly replied to the inquiry.

"Sir. They were out of uniform. Their weapons were set to lethal levels, as evidenced by the rifle I brought back. They failed to identify themselves. They were in the way of the extraction point. There was no other choice, sir." A faint smile seemed to cross the Sergeant's face as he listened to the junior non-commissioned officer. He sat back in his chair as Spyker remained at crisp attention.

"Congratulations, Corporal. You passed your E&E."
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Post by Tycho » 2010-09-21 20:52

Stormtrooper Creed

- I am part of the Stormtrooper Corps, fighting in the forces which guard the Empire and our way of life. I am prepared to give my life in its defense.
- I will never surrender of my own free will. If captured, I will use all means necessary to escape.
- I will not accept parole or special favors. If questioned, I will give my name, rank, service number, and date of birth, but nothing else. I will make no oral, or written, statements disloyal to the Empire or the Emperor.
- I will never forget that I am part of the Stormtrooper Corps and that I fight for Peace, Justice, and Security.


The skies were quiet above a small forest as a solitary figure drifted into the trees from the clouds above. The figure's parachute quickly became entangled in some snaggly trees. Struggling to release himself from his parachute was none other than Captain Tycho Shorn, attempting to complete his escape and evasion course. Needless to say, things were not going so well. He was armed with only one weapon, a regular old knife, with no vibro-function. No lethal force was to be used on this mission, since the enemy force would consist of fellow Federation soldiers. His mission was relatively simple. All he had to do was make it to the extraction point without getting captured.

At the moment, Tycho was absorbed in the process of trying to cut himself out of the garbled mess that had been his parachute. After cutting several lines, he finally succeeded in detaching from the parachute. Only to fall to the forest floor below with a stifled grunt. Shorn rolled to his feet and undid himself from the parachute harness. Deciding to keep some of the longer lines of string, Shorn hid the harness by placing it under a bush. Then he quickly got on his way. The 'hunter' forces were probably already on their way. The entire scenario was supposed to simulate getting shot down and having to eject, only to land behind enemy lines and in strange territory.

His feet now pounding against the forest floor, Shorn moved in an effort to get as far away from the parachute as possible. He vaulted a fallen tree trunk and leaped over a stand of rocks. Hundreds of hours spent jogging twice the length of a star destroyer every night were now paying off. As Tycho ran, his thoughts were wandering. It was not the same, sharp crystal-clarity he had had on Sarapin, when he had run towards cover while missiles exploded all around him. Neither was it the pure terror experienced during the Directive Crisis, where he, bloody and bedraggled, had run in abject horror from the things that lurked below. It just felt like another day running, except for the fact that he was being hunted. His feet carried him further and further from his landing site. And farther, he hoped, from the hunters.

After ten minutes of flat-out running, Tycho ducked into a stand of trees, which provided ample shading from prying eyes. He took out his evasion map, made of flimsi, and found his position with issued GPS. So far it seemed he had run almost two kilometers. Excellent time. But he wouldn't be able to keep that up. A low whining came from over head and Tycho's glance jumped up, where he just caught a glimpse of an LAAT circling overhead through the forest canopy. The Opposition Force would be here within moments. They were well trained retirees that could track him down quite easily. Tycho took another glimpse at the map before he tucked it away. The forest, which was actually a rainforest if you gave it proper credit, slowly faded into a section labeled as swampy territory. Half remained rainforest, half turned into swamp. There were apparently several small villages in the surrounding area. Possibly they had some vehicles he could use. Shorn would have to look into it.

Tycho glanced into the sky for the second time. The LAAT was not going away. Shorn glared at the troop carrier as it's whining repulsors came over head. A patrol pattern? Or had they found him? Tycho needed to get a means of transport, or a weapon. And he needed to get it quickly. Tycho struck off in the direction of the village that stood in the same line as the extraction point. Only this time, he crept along at a stealthier gait.

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Post by Tycho » 2010-09-30 17:17

The sun was just going down and the villagers were preparing to go to their homes and sleep after a long day of work. As they tied up their animals and parked what few speeders they had, night slowly crept across. They had seen several ships flying around. It was no doubt the local militia, trying to find something. Many of them had seen the flash in the sky earlier in the day that had been the destruction of a starfighter. Perhaps they were searching for the downed pilot? But they were sure he would be caught by morning. No need for worry.

Tycho Shorn watched the last of the villagers settle to bed as he lay prone. He was smeared with mud from rain that had fallen in the previous hour and leaves stuck to him. It made good camouflage and though uncomfortable, Tycho would not be taking a dip in the river just yet. Now four hours since the time of crash, Shorn had crept along at a much slower speed after his initial run. The Opfor, or Opposition Force, had been slowly but surely closing in on him. Even now they were most likely only thirty minutes away from locking on to his position.

Edging out of his position and into the precarious open, Tycho sprinted across it. He wanted to spend as little time without cover as possible. Crouching in the relative darkness of a small hut, Shorn scanned the surrounding area. He had waited thirty minutes after dark for several reasons. First, because all the villagers should've been asleep by then. And second because he wanted to let his eyes adjust to the changing light conditions. Everything looked clear. He had spotted a small speeder that looked like it would serve his purposes.

As Tycho took a step forward, he heard the distinct whine of a repulsor and ducked back behind the small hut. Lights flooded the darkness and the sound of not-too-distant voices drifted over to him. Shorn looked around for a good hiding spot. His eyes turned to the ground beneath the small hut. There was a crawlspace there. Shorn didn't want to get trapped in there with no route of escape, but he needed immediate cover. Also, it would be cumbersome to rush back into the jungle. If he wanted to commandeer a vehicle, then he needed to stay in the village. The Army Captain got down on his elbows and edged his way into the crawlspace. At first it was a tight fit, then the hovel overhead grew a bit higher. He found out why they didn't want their house directly on the ground. The wetness of the earth would ruin the wood of their hovels and the sludge would no doubt seep through the wooden boards. Support struts speckled the crawlspace and no doubt those who lived here had this crawlspace so they could get to these struts and repair them from time to time.

He continued his crawl until he was on the far end of the hovel. It was not a walled in crawlspace, therefore anyone who took the idea into his head to peer beneath the hut would most likely have seen Tycho. The flood lights of a speeder bike illumined the area a little ways away. They switched off. The voices grew louder and Shorn thought he heard the footfalls of only two beings. He caught a few words as they passed by.

"....Hunker down and smoke this guy out."

"Yeah, but I hate guard duty th...."

And then the voices passed out of range. Shorn's usual serious facade was now actually serious. He was beginning to feel the toll of running through the jungle. Numerous scraps, cuts, and stings covered him. Rainforest terrain had not been kind to him. He had radioed in soon after crashing and after getting away from the initial landing site. HQ said they were preparing a rescue team of stormtroopers, all he needed to do was get to the extraction point, radio in, and the cavalry would come charging in to bring him home.

"They sounded like they were going to stay here for a while. Probably expecting me to come creeping in here." It was a smart idea, the only problem was that Tycho was already there. These were all trained opposition forces. They knew what they were doing. But everyone made a mistake that could not be helped. And in this game there could be many mistakes, by both sides. Although any mistakes Tycho made were liable to get himself killed or captured. "I still want a vehicle to get out of here, but I don't want to spend anytime waiting around....." Shorn had an idea. "Maybe if I could get to their own speeder bike, while they're out or distracted. If I'm right about them thinking I am not here yet, then they will probably be setting up a perimeter. I don't want to encounter them if I have to. I could only take one with the knife I've got. And even then it'd have to be a surprise attack. Can't make hard contact without a weapon." Shorn slid back into the mire beneath the hovel. He would make his move in the deep of night.

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Re: SF: Escape and Evasion Training (open; see note)

Post by Tycho » 2010-10-27 20:38

It was the middle of the night and all through the village reigned a silent stillness, or so it might seem. While two guards patrolled the outer-rim of the camp, a figure slithered out from beneath a hovel. It was barely noticeable as it snaked its way across the village, staying in the shadows. What seemed to be a good thick coating of mud added to the figure's stealth, making it barely noticeable as it crawled and ran from prone to crouch. His footfalls made a soft pitter-patter against the ground. The muscles all over his body were cramped and numb from the hours he had sat beneath the house. Suddenly, the figure dropped down and lay completely still near a hut.

A guard ambled through the interior of the village. Because the guards all expected the fugitive to come from the outside, they did not keep as careful a watch inside the village. Nevertheless, this guard's job was to protect their assets inside the village in case the runner some how snuck through their patrol. A single mistake made the difference between survival and death. In this instance it was death. As the guard rounded a corner he readied his blaster. It was always best to be prepared when coming around the corner. You never knew what might come at you. He slowly began to lower the blaster, satisfied that nothing lay in front of him. Finally, he removed his finger from the trigger. In that instant, a dark figure sprang from just to his left seeming to emerge from the earth itself. The figure clapped a hand to the sentry's mouth and poked the tip of a dagger that had a protective sheath around it into the sentry's throat.

"Dead." The figure whispered. The guard was angry he had been so easily duped, but there were rules in this engagement. He went limp. The dark figure that was Captain Shorn carefully lowered the sentry to the ground, then hid the now 'dead' body beneath a building after taking the guard's rifle. Now armed, Shorn felt a little more confidence. Some said that having a gun in unknown territory made you overconfident, Tycho thought that it gave you a better chance of surviving. You don't have a gun, you can't really fight back if the enemy does find you. It also gave you the ability to conduct hasty ambushes against the enemy and thin out their number.

Shorn snuck swiftly through the village until he found the opposition force's vehicles. A speederbike and a sled. Tycho naturally chose the 74-Z and quickly disabled the transponder. Without further ado he revved the bike and whipped out of the village at a speed of five hundred kilometers per hour. He radioed in to the extraction team.

"Zulu-Zulu, this is Delta-Bravo."

"This is Zulu-Zulu, go ahead Delta-Bravo."

"I'm in route to extraction point Whiskey, over."

"Copy that, Delta-Bravo, Extraction team is prepping. Over."

"Roger, Zulu-Zulu, maintaining current course, Delta-Bravo out." within minutes Tycho arrived at the extraction point. He popped flares and a minute later an LAAT was hanging over head with the extraction team bundling him on board. Mission complete.

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