The First Contact War

by 1Ragnarok1

In 2621 a Galactic Republic vessel is found in the Orion Arm, this springboards the United Earth Government into a galaxy at the start of the Clone Wars. A war that will test the 2nd UEG Expeditionary Force as well as the UEG finding out where it fits in this new galaxy, and their new neighbours.

11. The Mandalorian Militiamen part 2

The First Contact War

Chapter 11 The Mandalorian Militiamen Part 2

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Third WOT Agenda: Basic Self Defense, Mental Preparation for Combat, Basic Field Security and Tactics, 2nd Uniform Issue, Haircuts, Weapons Evaluation, AEF Predeployment Preparation, AEF Assignment Notification

TSgt Vega stood up and glanced around. "Well, ladies. Since you're already up. Get dressed and ready for chow. Reveille is in 5 minutes. You have 35 minutes to be ready. That includes tidying your lockers, beds, and common areas. MOVE!" TSgt Vega stopped Ijaat with his hand. "Ordo, I want to talk you about this later. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," Ijaat replied. Great. Just great. The damn TI was channeling Daniel now. Next thing you know, SrA O'Niell would be spouting techno-babble. Oh joy.

Breakfast was a leisurely affair for BMT. After the initial excitement over the foaming sugar cubes by the coffee pot, the Flight settled down to eat. They didn't even bother to warn the next Squad about the sugar cubes. Didn't want to spoil their fun.

Ijaat continued to remain subdued. He still felt ashamed about this morning's incident and could barely stand to look his Squad-mates in the eye. He finally pushed the whole thing to the back of his mind. Did it really matter who he was as long as he was alive? He re-lived every memory. He was caught up in every damn nightmare. The least he could do was claim them as his own. But how do you explain a nightmare, that you shouldn't be having at all, to people who wouldn't understand?

Once the Squad had marched back to the dorm, TSgt Vega called them all into the day room for the weekly agenda briefing. Ijaat sat near the front, not wanting to know if everyone was watching him, waiting for him to crack.

TSgt Vega stood behind the podium in the day room, "Good morning, Trainees. Welcome to your Third Week of Training. It looks like some of you might actually make it through training to become members of my Militia. By Third WOT, you are expected to know how to keep the dorm clean and tidy at all times. Sometime this week will be your Red Line Inspection. Failure to pass this inspection will result in you being recycled to an earlier week with another Squad. If enough of you fail, the whole Squad will be sent back to repeat Second WOT. Any questions?" TSgt Vega asked, scanning the room.

"No? Alright then, next up is this week's training agenda. In addition to the daily PC and Drill, on Monday, we will be adding a basic self defense class. This will include an evaluation on what you already know and how to bring all of you up to a basic skill level. These classes will be taught by the Mandalorian Scout Ranger Training Cadre. So, if you are hoping to go into their VERY elite ranks, here is your chance to impress them.

"Tuesday will continue the self defense classes and add a class on how to mentally prepare yourself for combat. Wednesday will see the third and final self defense class and a primer in field security and tactics. You will be using these techniques in Fourth WOT so pay attention. On Thursday, you will pick up your blues from logistics and get another haircut. Pictures will follow. That afternoon we will evaluate how well you have cared for your weapons. Friday is mostly classroom instruction for Warrior Week. AEF Just-In-Time (JIT) training, pre-deployment processing, assignment notification, yada yada yada. This will basically run you through the deployment process so you are familiar with it. Saturday, after your FINAL PC evaluation, you will test on the first part of your ATO. Failure to pass either test will result in recycling to an earlier week. On Sunday, we bus out for the field portion of your training. Once there, you will receive extensive training on how to survive in a field combat environment, AKA Warrior Week. Keep in mind that you will be walking a significant portion of the way to your field site with your full field kit, issued on the deployment processing line" TSgt Vega smirked as he watched the trainees' faces. Ijaat was tempted to turn and look for himself, but decided against it. He still wasn't comfortable meeting anyone's eyes yet.

TSgt Vega gave an evil grin as he continued, "Finally, we get to start a new tradition this week: Mail Call. But before I get started, I want you to let you know the penalties. First, for each letter received from a female that is not directly related to you by blood, you will give me 5 push-ups. For fraternizing with the enemy, i.e. OAG Navy, OAG Army, OAG Marines, or heaven help you, the Mandalorian Border Force, you will give me a 2 minute leg lift. For care packages, you will share goods evenly among your element members and give me 30 sit-ups. Any questions?"

"NO, SIR," they chorused. Ijaat could feel the excitement from his Squad-mates as they anticipated receiving letters from home. In spite of the threat of push-ups and sit-ups, these letters would be the first outside news from home that the group received since starting BMT.

"Alright then, Jones. Front and center." Trainee Jones carefully picked his way to the front and TSgt Vega held up three letters. "I assume that Mrs. Edna Jones is a relation, but a Ms. Thiel is not, correct?"

"Yes, Sir." The trainee dropped to the ground and cranked out 5 push-ups. He collected his letters and made his way back to his spot with a huge grin on his face.

"Korkie," he called next and so on. Ijaat began to tune out the proceedings. He wasn't expecting any mail. However, he was startled back to reality with TSgt Vega's sharp comment, "And finally, we have Ordo"

Jon frowned and stood up.

"Personally, I don't know where to begin, Ordo. Luckily, someone already thought of that for me. I figure that this letter labeled 'Urgent' and 'Read Me First' would make an interesting starting point, don't you?" TSgt Vega gave Jon a shit-eating grin as he handed him a single letter. "Go ahead, we're waiting."

"Yes, Sir," Ijaat mumbled as he opened the letter, confused. It was an intradepartmental memo with a sticky note attached. The sticky note was in mum's handwriting. It simply stated, 'I am so sorry. I couldn't stop him. mum.'

Frowning, Ijaat pulled the sticky note off and read the memo.

UNCLASSIFIED NOFORN

1 June 2005

MEMORANDUM FOR All Departments

FROM: MG Han Ordo (Corellian Navy Attaché to the Mandalorian Navy)

SUBJECT: New Morale Program for Department Family Members

Since taking charge of the department, it has come to my attention that we currently don't have any department wide morale programs (Thanks, Walter). So, I have taken it upon myself to create the first DHWS morale program.

As we all know, our families have sustained us through the hard times. We often seek their support to make it through the tough spots. Surprisingly enough, in spite of seeing the worst, the next generation seeks to follow our example and join the military to make us proud.

So to honor these courageous young people, who think they can do better than the old man, I have created the Next Generation Letter Project. Quarterly, a list of newly recruited family members from our own DHWS will be published. All DHWS members are encouraged to send letters and care packages to these young recruits to show them our support.

CMSgt Walter Harriman has been appointed as the Next Generation Letter Project Leader. Anyone wanting to submit a name for the list is encouraged to contact him in Colorado. Thanks for your support

SIGNED

HAN. , MG, CN

Director

Attachment:

4th Qtr List

UNCLASSIFIED NOFORN

Ijaat went white

"Well, Trainee?" TSgt Vega's voice broke through Ijaat's shock and brought him back to his current reality.

"I think I liked it better when I didn't get my memos, Sir" Ijaat continued to look stricken and handed the memo over to the grinning TSgt.

TSgt Vega frowned as he read the memo. "Oh, well I guess that explains the rest of the letters."

"The rest… Sir?"

TSgt Vega's grin snapped back into place as he pushed a large box out from behind the podium. "I counted 206 letters, 40 from females, 104 from the enemy, and 7 care packages. So you owe me, 200 push-ups, 208 minutes of leg lifts, and 210 sit-ups."

Ijaat gave a resigned sigh, "Yes, Sir."

Jon was able to pay up on the push-ups and sit-ups, but only made it through 20 minutes' worth of leg lifts before he was unable to continue. TSgt Vega claimed it was good enough for now and dismissed the Squad to their various Sunday tasks.

After the dorm had been cleaned and most of the Squad had left for the chapel, Ijaat returned to the dayroom to sort through the letters. He was surprised to see how many of the names he recognized. Of course, Daniel, Sam, and Margret had each sent a letter. Sam had sent on a care package as well. Siler had sent the largest care package, and Ijaat was almost afraid to open it. However, the biggest surprise had been the letters from Mrs. Struble's summer pre-school class. The hand drawn crayon pictures alone were enough to make him smile. They reminded him of Merrin and he wondered how she was faring.

"So, how did you get over 200 letters anyway?" his bunkmate, Skoke walked up and sat down across from him, the piles of letters in between them. Ruso, Element Four's leader also joined them.

Ijaat gave them a wane smile, "Ah, long story. Here, I'll let you read the memo." He handed them the DHWS memo.

"What's NOFORN mean?" Ruso asked. "It kinda sounds dirty."

Jon smiled, "It's a type of classification. It basically means no foreign release."

"What is this DHWS? I don't think I have ever heard of it." Skoke was looking closely at the memo header.

Ijaat paused, "Uh… classified."

"But it says unclassified at the top," Skoke pointed out.

Ijaat gave them an evil grin, "The acronym is unclassified. Its long name that's classified. Sorry."

"So, this is your dad," Ruso commented. "Does he know just how badly he's screwed you over?"

Ijaat laughed, "Oh, yeah. Some things are the same no matter what service you went through, officer or enlisted. He did it on purpose, sort of an father's revenge. He's probably just getting me back for the pranks back home"

"Man, you called someone besides family that week," Ruso exclaimed. "I had to hear my mama and let her know I was good. You know. If I didn't, I'm certain my papa would have found me and kicked my ass, Basic or no."

Skoke chuckled, "I don't think my family would go quite that far, but they would have been concerned if they hadn't heard from me."

"Yeah, well, in a way, Daniel is family. Just not blood." Jon chuckled softly. "Actually, it's kind of like everyone in this stack," he gestured to the pile of letters, "is my extended family. I know most of them."

"Yeah, well, extended family or no, you are going to be one buff son-of-a-bitch by the time you graduate." Ruso eyed the stack carefully. "You got a girl in this big stack?"

"Nope. Completely unattached."

Ruso frowned and shook his head sadly. "That's just sad, man"

Skoke chuckled, "Just ignore him. He's not thinking with the right head"

"That's cold, man. Plain cold. Besides, the Sarge said that some 40 of those letters were from girls. I figured at least one would be hot for him."

Ijaat smirked, "Ya sure, you betcha. You might not believe this, but I was a bit of a geek in high school."

Ruso and Skoke both shook their head in disbelief. "No way. You could pass the PC test right now. The geeks are the ones we are trying to get fit enough to pass."

"Really, I spent all my time studying or playing sport. Hell, I even graduated a year early."

"Now we know that you are pulling our legs" Skoke replied.

"Yeah, well, I didn't find high school all that challenging." Jon shrugged and looked for a way to change the subject. "What about you two? You got girls back home?"

"Hell yeah, man," Ruso replied. "I have two or three honeys waiting for me."

"So… Ruso is single. Me… I don't have anything serious. My girl wanted to go to college. Her parents paid her way. I have to use the GI Bill to afford it. So, we parted ways." Skoke shrugged. "It's probably for the best."

The PA warning sounded. All three turned their attention to the PA speaker. "Attention in the squadron. Due to the truth in advertising laws, AAFES has changed their slogan from 'We go where you go' to 'Like you have a choice.' Repeat, the new AAFES slogan is 'Like you have a choice.' Please continue to patronize your only choice in military clothing needs."

Skoke turned to Ruso, "I give it a four."

"You're generous. I don't exactly understand the joke. So, two," replied Ruso.

Ijaat gave his two Squad-mates an odd look. "What?" he asked.

Skoke turned back to Ijaat, "Ruso and I started rating the pranks on a scale from one to ten based on how funny they were. That one was not so funny. Eh, maybe we just don't have the right context."

Ijaat grinned, "I bet some TI is laughing his ass off." He gestured back at Skoke, "Would that be your context?"

"I guess," Ruso replied. "At least then at least I'd know that someone got the joke,"

"Poor baby, would it help if I explained it for you?" Ijaat asked sarcastically.

Ruso growled at him, "No way. If I can't get it on my own, I don't want no help." Ruso's face split in a big grin, "My favorite is still the mind control lasers. Pure genius"

Ijaat started to pack away the letters. He had skimmed through all of them. A few he kept for re-reading later. Most, he just folded up. "Well, I'm off to see if TSgt Vega will open the civvies closet to store this stuff. The care packages are open to anyone who wants something"

"I thought you only had to share with your element?" Ruso asked around a bite of chocolate walnut cookie.

Ijaat gave him a pointed look, "And which element would that be exactly?" Being the Dorm Chief meant he didn't belong to an element.

The light went on in Ruso's head, "Ah. Point taken."

Jon picked up the box and headed over to the TI's office. He set the box on the floor before knocking once on the door.

"Enter"

Ijaat opened the door and stepped inside, "Sir, Trainee Ordo reports as ordered. Would it be possible to store these letters with my civilian gear, Sir?"

TSgt Vega regarded him steadily. "Do you think you will get many more of these letters, Trainee?"

Ijaat winced, "Unfortunately, yes, I do, Sir. The Department is a rather tight knit group, Sir. We take care of our own, Sir."

"We?"

Shit! I did it again. What the hell is wrong with me? "The… um…" He let out a huff of air. "The personnel in the Department have treated me like family, Sir. In many ways they are the only family I have, Sir." Good grief, I must sound like the world's biggest sap.

TSgt Vega just stared at him a few more seconds, "Okay, I'll accept that." He reached over and grabbed his keys. Lifting one, he gestured towards the locked closet. "We'll see how many letters come in. For now, I'll let you store them in the closet. Go put them away and come back. We still have to talk about those nightmares."

Jon grimaced. "Yes, Sir." Ijaat took the keys and his box to the locked closet. He unlocked the door and set the box just inside the door. Closing the door firmly, he returned to the office to face TSgt Vega.

Once back in the office, TSgt Vega gestured to the chair and closed the door. "So, tell me. When did the nightmares start? What are they about?"

Ijaat hesitated, "Sir, permission to speak freely and drop the 'sir.'"

TSgt Vega watched him closely. "Granted."

"I have had the nightmares for a while," he replied, honestly"It was just after the OAG showed up. I was walking home with my father when the Death Watch ambushed us. Some OAG amrines were nearby and tried to fight them off, they failed. Me, my father and a single Marine called Daniel were captured and taken away. They held us for a week before they recued us… But…They tortured us, I won't go into details but it left its mark… They are triggered when I feel closed in, trapped. I end up feeling the need to fight back... Unfortunately, that is why it takes me a few minutes to remember where I am."

"Is there anything else, Sir?" Ijaat asked, signaling that the session was at an end.

"No. Thank you"

Jon left the TI's office with his thoughts in turmoil once more. But before he left he heard.

"Ordo, to pull through like you have… Is true grit and courage"

Monday dawned to the tune of Blue Monday by Fats Domino. The jazz tune seemed to fit well with Jon's mood. He didn't really feel like facing this week, but knew that he would have to regardless. He couldn't quit. It wasn't in his nature. He may not know who he was exactly anymore, but he knew what he wasn't. He wasn't a quitter.

"Ordo, run this down to CQ and meet us on the parade ground for PC." TSgt Vega handed Ijaat an envelope and turned to the rest of the Squad. "Form up, down stairs, double time."

"Yes, Sir." Ijaat took the envelope down the stairs towards the CQ office. As he approached, he could hear Col Harding bellowing.

"Captain, I don't care how it got in there. Get rid of it out now." Then the colonel stormed past Ijaat as he walked down the hallway. Ijaat risked a glace in the Captain's office as he walked past. Inside the office every surface was covered in tin foil. In the middle of the room, stood one confused Captain trying to peel the tin foil off of his computer.

Ijaat continued down the hall way smirking. It had taken more time to smuggle the tin foil into the office over the weekend than it had taken to cover every surface. The hardest part had been muffling the noise from the CQ desk, just down the hallway. He almost forgot to wipe the smirk off his face as he handed the envelope to the CQ. "Sir, Trainee Ordo reports as ordered. From TSgt Vega, Sir."

The CQ took the envelope without looking up, "Thank you, Trainee. Dismissed." Ijaat was grinning all the way out to PC. Nothing like a little prank to lift the spirits.

The Squad went through their scheduled PC, breakfast, and drill with practiced ease. They were truly starting to get the hang of their new life. For the first time, TSgt Vega gave them a compliment about their drilling. The whole Squad glowed under his praise. Before long they were marching to the gym where the self-defence evaluations would take place.

They lined up as instructed against the outer wall. In the centre of the room were the ten meanest looking men Jon had seen in a long time. They were not especially large or bulky, but wiry and lean and they moved with a feline grace. Off to one side was the CMSgt in charge of the Scout Ranger Indoctrination Training. Apparently, he liked to see the new trainees for himself.

When Ijaat first saw the Chief, he felt that he should know him, but couldn't remember from where. But when the Chief took his place in front of the Scout-Ranger (PJ) Cadre, Ijaat felt the hairs on his spine rise up. It was Meatball.

"Good Morning, Trainees. I'm Chief Master Sergeant Shysa. I am supervising this evaluation. These men here are experienced instructors in most forms of hand-to-hand combat. They will evaluate your current skill level and determine how much training you will require over the next few days. Likewise, they will be evaluating you for suitability in the elite Scout Ranger specialty. Their good opinion will ONLY give you a chance to test for the position, not guarantee you a spot. Their poor opinion will not even give you that. Line up, 5 to an instructor. Go!"

The evaluations were brief. Most of his Squad-mates had never been trained in any type of hand to hand combat. And those few that had taken lessons or some other form of martial art were only vaguely aware of how safe their sport really was. This wasn't sparring for fun and games. This was combat. Winner take all.

Ijaat was mentally preparing himself as he waited. He evaluated his opponent, as the instructor took down each trainee in turn, like a cat playing with mice. When he finally took his turn, he knew that he was better than the instructor. Or at least that Jack had been better.

When the instructor gave him the signal to begin, he gave the instructor exactly what he was expecting. Ijaat appeared to charge in attack, but instead of coming straight on he dodged left, away from the instructor's attack, and then right into an opening. Two hits and a kick had the instructor on his knees in surprise. Ijaat continued to press his attack and ended with the man in a loose choke hold.

"I yield," the instructor croaked.

Ijaat immediately let go and backed away from the man. The fight had been short, but had left his adrenaline pumping. Ijaat was instinctively looking for another target.

"Well done, Trainee," the Chief's voice startled Ijaat. Chief Shysa had witnessed the match and had come over to take a closer look at the one trainee who practically glowed with promise. "Care to try again against someone with a little more experience?" the Chief asked smiling.

"Yes, Sir," Ijaat said, momentarily forgetting himself.

The Chief's smile faded a bit, Ijaat gave him an evil grin. With that he attacked, taking a different approach from the first match. He tested the Chief's defences and probed his weak areas. He found that Shysa still had a weak defence on the right, a strong left hook, and continued to ignore his legs. Finally, Ijaat attacked in a blinding whirlwind of blows, each a mere tap without any true force behind them.

"Enough," the Chief bellowed. "You've made your point. I yield." Then the Chief bowed to Ijaat. "What's your name, Trainee?" he asked, grinning widely. It wasn't often that the Chief had been bested by a brand new recruit.

Ijaat hesitated, and then gave a resigned sigh, "Trainee Ordo, at your service, Chief."

The Chief's smile faded and his face went pale. "Ordo. Ever consider Scout Rangers?"

Ijaat's grin faded. "Yes, Chief. But, I have other plans."

"Ah, Special Forces then. You'll do well there."

Ijaat continued to frowned, "Thank you Sir"

The Chief turned a sceptical eye on him, "We'll see. In the meantime, you can test if you want. I doubt that you'll have any problems passing, if Coyote has been seeing to your training." With that the Chief turned and headed back to the other instructors.

The Squad made it back to the platoon just in time for the daily prank announcement. "Attention in the squadron. There will be a meeting at 1800 in Classroom 104 for the Caffeine Addicts Anonymous group. Repeat, there will be a meeting at 1800 in Classroom 104 for the CAA. Tonight's topic will be field remedies for the caffeine addict. Bring the instant coffee packets from your MRE's. See you there."

Ijaat heard a few snorts while he grabbed lunch off the serving line. He dug into his food while he debated how best to discourage Chief Shysa.

"Ordo, is it true?" one of his table mates asked between mouthfuls of food.

"What?" he asked.

"Is it true that you got offered a chance to test for the SR's?" the trainee clarified.

Jon chewed thoughtfully, "Yeah."

"Sweet."

"Yeah, if you say so."

The self-defence class that afternoon went as well as Ijaat had expected. The instructor called on him several times to demonstrate a specific technique for the rest of the trainees. He and the other trainees with experience were tasked to assist the instructor in teaching the most basic techniques to their Squad-mates.

Ijaat watched as Chief Shysa and TSgt Vega chatted on the side-lines. Apparently, whatever was said was enough for the Chief. Ijaat wasn't asked again if he wanted to test for Scout Rangers. Ijaat was both relieved and disappointed with the outcome. So, the Squad marched back to the Platoon tired and eager for another round of Mail Call. Ijaat's muscles dreaded the event with equal feeling.

Tuesday dawned with reveille. Half the Squad was up before the first notes sounded. They were finally adjusting to the schedule. Ijaat was surprisingly nightmare free and that put him in a good mood to start the day. He heard a startled expression from the dorm guard, just as the Squad was ready to depart the dorm. Peering down the short hallway, he could just make out the newsprint on the paper covering the dorm doorway and smirked. You betcha, a good start indeed.

TSgt Vega took charge as the Squad hesitated, "Come on. Tear it down. You don't want to be late for PC. The clock is ticking, trainees."

In short order the Squad had cleared the mess, and was on its way down to the parade ground for PC. Their brother Flight across the hallway was still cleaning their's up as they filed past.

Again, PC, breakfast, and drill went smoothly for the Flight. The Flight had just settled into the classroom for the Mental Preparation for Combat class when the PA sounded, "Attention in the squadron. Today's memorable quote is 'Interdum feror cupidine partium magnarum Europea vincendarum' attributed to a young Napoleon during his alter boy days. In English it says, 'Sometimes I get this urge to conquer large parts of Europe.' Contact the Military Historical Society for more information."

"What was that all about?" the Lt Colonel from the Medical Group's Life Skills department asked TSgt Vega.

Ijaat grinned as he watched TSgt Vega stumble through a bogus explanation about improving trainee morale through humour. The good LtC didn't appear to be amused.

Ijaat tuned out the rest of the class while appearing attentive. He knew that there was no true way to prepare yourself for combat. The mental health doctors could harp about conditioning and reflex reactions, but ultimately, you will either freeze or fight when faced with the prospect of kill or be killed.

It is the most primal emotion that humans experience. And until these trainees were faced with the reality of their death, they would feel invincible. Nothing could change that. Only in that moment of truth would the fighters draw on their training. The rest would freeze. Though with the all-volunteer force, few of the latter ever bothered to join any of the armed services, while the former seemed to be drawn to it. Lunch was followed by another self-defence class.

Wednesday started off much the same as the previous days. Reveille was followed by PC and breakfast. However, drill was replaced by an extensive class on basic field security and field tactics.

Today's prank on the unit became evident when one of the instructors for their tactics class, sat down in his chair at the front of the classroom. A long, loud fart noise soon followed. Even in the face of a piercing glare, the trainees couldn't help but crack a smile. TSgt Vega quickly intercepted the hapless instructor before he could tongue lash the trainees for their lack of respect.

However, the initial good humour over the joke was soon replaced by tension as the trainees learned the basics in setting up a perimeter, defensive positions, and lines of fire. The instructor was clear to let the trainees know that the field tactics part of the course was for their information, in case their officers were killed and they were to assume command to complete the mission objective. The instructor followed that comment up with the fact that the evaluation teams enjoyed killing off the field commanders in an exercise just to see what the trainees would do.

After that the trainees were dismissed for lunch and from lunch they went to their final self-defence class. Just as the class was finishing, Chief Shysa pulled Ijaat aside again to be refused again.

Later that evening, after another nearly endless round of push-ups and sit-ups from Mail Call, Ijaat was walking through the dorm bays and helping his Squad-mates and fix minor discrepancies with their lockers. He had a funny feeling that the Red Line inspection would come soon. And since his 'spidey senses' were tingling, he decided to get his Squad to focus on the super-minor details now, when they had the free time.

Tomorrow's prank was almost setup. It just had to have the time delay set to execute and fill the ink well. A matter of a few minutes at most. So, Jon had planned to be available all night, just in case.

"Here, see this T-shirt. The folding is perfect, but the edges are not quite flush with each other or the locker shelf" Ijaat pointed to the stack. It was almost perfect. "Much better," he commended once the stack was properly aligned. "Alright, close it up and don't touch anything you don't have to." He patted the kid on the shoulder and moved to the next locker.

"Attention in the squadron. All trainees will note that all facility lights must be in the On Full Force mode when the room is empty. Repeat, all trainees will note that all facility lights must be in the On Full Force mode when the room is empty. Instructors are encouraged to police their areas of responsibility for compliance. Contact Civil Engineering help desk for more information."

"What the hell is 'On Full Force' mode?" one of the naiver trainees, Bergen, asked.

Bergen's bunk mate snorted and corrected him, "O. F. F. Off."

"Oh…OH!"

"You guys want any help with your lockers?" Ijaat asked them.

"No thanks, Dorm Chief. Thomas came by earlier and checked us out. We should be good," came the quick reply.

Just then, Ruso stopped next to Ijaat "Okay, I have quadruple checked every locker in my element. The bathroom is spotless with only one pisser open. Are you happy yet?"

Jon smirked, "I'm never happy, but I'll concede that we have done everything we can for now."

"Excellent." Ruso turned to the bay. "Everyone, don't touch nothin' and get to the day room." Ruso left to collect the rest of the Flight and make his announcement in the other bay.

Once the whole Squad had assembled in the day room, Ruso stood in front of the podium. "Good evening, ya'all's. It occurred to me not too long ago that we all have been here three weeks already and have done pretty much nothing but get our heads filled with stuff. In fact, I would go so far as to say we were zombies these last few weeks. So, now that we know we can hack it, I got with the other Element Leaders to help boost our morale a bit. Okay, Stretch, you're up."

Ruso was joined by Skoke, Thomas, and Jackson. Skoke spoke next, "We wanted to commend those of our Squad-mates who have improved their performance with an informal awards presentation. Please accept these prizes thanks to the Dorm Chief's extended family, without which we would have to visit the BX a lot more often. For the Most Improved Running Time, Taylor from Element 3" The whole Flight cheered the slowest trainee. "Nice job"

Jackson stepped forward, "For the Best Made Bed, we have Soto from Element One. For the record, the quarter jumped 22 inches on the bounce"

Thomas stepped forward as Jackson stepped back, "For the Most Likely to Get Married award, we have Lorenzo from Element Four. Man, we love you and all, but I think I know more about your girlfriend than she does"

Ruso stood forward once more, "For the Least Likely to Get Recycled award, we have Stull from Element Two. I just want ya'all to know that this dude, has volunteered for night, dorm guard duty from now until graduation, just to study his ATO. He is so studiously avoiding having to open the door to the wrong person that he is willing to pull double shifts. Thanks a lot, man"

"Finally, we have the Mary Poppins' Award," Skoke spoke once more. "For the trainee who is 'Practically Perfect in Every Way.' Ordo. Way to go Dorm Chief. Come on, speech"

"Ack! I'm not so good with speeches. It's one of my many flaws" Ijaat held up his hands to stem the tide of boos sent his way. "I'm just sayin'… Alright, I get it." Ijaat stood up and paused for effect. "Fine," he held up his dog tags like an Oscar, "I want to thank my press agent for getting me the part… Yeah, well, what can I really say? You're comparing me to Mary Poppins, fer crying out loud. Are you all so TV depraved that this…" he gestured around the day room, "is 'must see' entertainment?"

Another round of cheers was his only answer.

Thursday arrived in much the same way as the previous weeks. Ijaat often wondered if he was in another time loop because of the sheer similarity in schedules for each morning. PC, breakfast, and drill. Though this time drill was cut short to ensure the Squad made the march over to Logistics where their Class A blue uniform were ready for pickup.

Several long hours later, the Squad was ushered through the barber shop for a quick trim. This time, instead of a straight buzz, they were allowed to leave what little growth they had on top, while the sides and back were cleaned up.

Sometime while they were gone that morning the Red Line inspection team had passed through their dorm. The Squad as a whole passed the inspection with flying colours. Each trainee had at least one mark, because of the morning rush, but no one failed the inspection. The Squad was ready to celebrate passing this milestone on their way to lunch. TSgt Vega was actually seen grinning on the way to the Snake Pit.

The highlight of the day was during lunch. The same contraption that had been rigged for the glitter trap was used to dispense disappearing ink onto the awaiting TI's in the Snake Pit. The TI's, upon hearing the tell-tale snap of the trap, simply stayed put until the last of the ink fell. Their initial outrage over the ink stains faded as the ink quickly disappeared. One Blue Rope actually started laughing as the last of the ink faded from sight.

That afternoon the Squad took pictures both as a Squad and individually. Even Ijaat ordered a set of photos on a whim. The Squad finished out that afternoon with a weapons check. Thanks to Jon's insistence on having the entire Squad inspection ready, all his Squad-mates passed this inspection as well with flying colours.

Just after Mail Call, TSgt Vega announced that the Squad would once again have base liberty for passing their Red Line inspection. They were to report back to the dorm by 2000 hours. Ijaat spent that entire time out in the base's static aircraft display, enjoying the solitude. He found sitting among the old war birds comforting, like being surrounded by old friends.

Ijaat made it back to the squadron just in time for the evening's announcement. "Attention in the squadron. Due to the recent news coverage over a friendly fire incident, the Munitions Systems Specialists wanted to reassure OAGN members by stating that 'Smart Bombs have bad days too.' Repeat, 'Smart Bombs have bad days too.' Contact the Munitions Systems Branch for more information."

Ijaat went to bed early. He needed to get up early to pull off tomorrows prank.

As was the new habit, on Friday reveille had been replaced. Today it was 'Thank God It's Friday' by R. Kelly. TSgt Vega, having gotten over his initial ire over the strange pranks, was actually looking forward to them now.

Especially today. Today, he was expected to escort his young charges through the pre-deployment process. Having been through this process far too many times himself, he failed to see how he could make it anything but a trial. A long, boring trial. He really hated the 'hurry up and wait' of deployment processing.

TSgt Vega was really proud of his Squad. They had really pulled together and were demonstrating a level of teamwork that surpassed all his previous Squads. Even the petty complaints seemed to be few and far between. Passing the Red Line inspection had not been a surprise. But the comments from the Inspection Team had been. They stated that they had to look twice as hard to find a single discrepancy in each locker. They found that granting a clean pass in Third WOT was inviting complacency, but were recommending this Flight for evaluation as an Honour Squad for their superior performance. They would be looking to see if the Squad still held to the high standard in Fifth WOT.

So, TSgt Vega was in a very good mood and hoping that something, anything would liven up this day. Unfortunately, his prayers were answered.

"Be careful what you wish for," he whispered quietly as he surveyed the chaos in the classroom.

All the chairs had been disrupted and were out of alignment, the room smelled of maple syrup. The linoleum was covered in a sticky mess, presumably source of the maple smell, and there was a small piglet happily lapping up whatever had been poured on the floor. The only good news appeared to be that the pig had yet to relieve itself in the room.

"Ah… Ordo," he called hesitantly.

"Sir, Trainee Ordo reports as ordered." The trainee had immediately rushed over at his call.

"Um… Find out if anyone in the Squad is experienced at catching pigs."

The trainee gave him an odd look, before replying, "Yes, Sir."

As the trainee turned back to the Flight, TSgt Vega stopped him. "Oh… and send a runner to CQ with the news," TSgt Vega gestured to the pig and the general disruption of the room.

This time the trainee couldn't help cracking a smile, "Yes, Sir."

Before too long, order had been restored and TSgt Vega was fervently hoping that nothing would liven up the day anymore. "Alright, today is the bag-drag for deployment to Warrior Week. You will be issued field gear and chemical gear, including a gas mask. Please ensure that your mask fits properly. You will be using it in a tear gas chamber." He gave all the trainees a stern glare. Here to conduct your just-in-time Readiness training is SSgt Gorman from the CE Readiness Squad"

The next hour was spent sizing, issuing, and inspecting helmets. Trainees were drilled in the proper techniques for putting on and pulling off the mask, or donning and doffing procedures. TSgt Vega quietly stood to one side while the trainees became familiar with the new piece of equipment.

"Remember, you fight like you play. If you don't practice with a sense of urgency now, you will fail when you need it most." With that last bit of advice, SSgt Gorman left the trainees in TSgt Vega's care.

TSgt Vega had a grim smile on his face as he took to the front of the classroom. "From here on out, except for meal times and PC tomorrow, I expect you to wear your gas mask on the ready. If at any time you hear the phrase 'gas, gas, gas' you are expected to properly don your mask within the appropriate time frame. Am I clear?"

"YES, SIR!"

"Yes, now we ha…" TSgt Vega was interrupted by the PA.

"Attention in the squadron. Today in the News: MM contradicts OAGN's evidence that submarines are safer than aircraft. The OAG has refuted the MM claim that submarines are safer just because there are more aircraft in the water than submarines in the sky. HQ OAGN finds the logic behind the claims to be faulty and have concluded that 'someone has been out to sea too long.' Repeat, Navy Headquarters thinks that 'someone has been out to sea too long.' Speculation is rampant on just who that 'someone' could be. Anyone concerned over the safety of aircraft vs. submarines should contact the FAA for more detailed information."

TSgt Vega gave grin and continued, "As I was saying, take a 5-minute break before the next class. Make sure your mask carrier is worn properly. I WILL be testing you."

The next class was the Medical Threat briefing. TSgt Vega liked working with MSgt Cooper from the Public Health Office. MSgt Cooper encouraged the TI's to unexpectedly interrupt the class to test the trainees. This gave TSgt Vega free reign to test them. As it was, he called the 'gas, gas, gas' drill three times during class while MSgt Cooper smiled at the trainees struggling to get into their masks in the allotted 9 seconds.

However, TSgt Vega was careful not to interrupt the flora and fauna portion of the briefing. These Texan threats were all too real and not made up for some fictional site.

"… So, the main threat you will have to worry about outside of the disease carrying mosquitoes is the Texas Cottonmouth. Just follow my advice and you won't have to deal with the big snake chasing you down… Alright, so in conclusion, eat only what you are given. MRE's while unpalatable, generally won't make you ill. Drink only the water provided and CLEARLY marked as 'potable.' That means drinkable for the slower people in the group. Bugs will bite, so use your insect repellant and bed nets. Yes, we have had a few cases of West Nile Virus right here on Lackand AFB. You really don't want to be next case. It tends to piss off your TI. Finally, leave the local wildlife alone. Both you and it will be much happier. Now, any questions? No?" MSgt Cooper looked over at TSgt Vega, "They never do have any questions before they're tossed into medical. Oh well. Have fun in the field, kids."

TSgt Vega gave them another break and waited for the instructor for the next class. His only fun for the rest of the day would be yelling 'gas, gas, gas'. Oh joy! After the briefings this morning, they would go to the deployment processing centre to have their Warrior Week gear issued. Yet more fun.

TSgt Vega smiled as the petite Capt. Harding filed into the classroom. Several trainees tensed up and shied away from her rank. Ah well, time to round them up for Field Sanitation and Hygiene, then FINALLY the Assignment Notification briefing.

TSgt Vega collected the trainees and called them to order. The class seemed to progress really well and finished quickly. Thank goodness. "Alright, final briefing for today. I have here your assignment notification order. Please review it carefully…" TSgt Vega walked through the briefing quickly and the trainees were more than ready to depart for lunch. "…Okay, that's all folks. Let's form up for lunch. Keep your masks on. After lunch you will report to the dorm and pick up your web belt, canteen, helmet, and rifle. Form up outside the dorm in… " he glanced at his watch. "… 30 minutes. FALL IN!"

That afternoon as TSgt Vega watched his Squad collect their field gear, he was again taken with the notion that this wasn't the first time his Dorm Chief had done this. Ordo had taken last spot in line and as the others would hold up the line with questions, he would quickly sort out the issue before the Logistics folks could even work their way over to the stalled trainee.

Most notable was when Ordo had asked for a tactical vest over the load bearing suspenders or LBEs. When he was turned down, he asked if it would be possible to salvage equipment from the downed enemy. That gave TSgt Vega a visual that he would rather live without, so he said yes, just to move him on. At that point the trainee got an evil glint in his eye and continued picking up his gear. TSgt Vega was glad that he was a part of the Exercise Evaluation Team or EET for the field exercise. Technically, he wouldn't exist in the game, just observe. He really didn't want Ordo to think he was the enemy. Even for pretend.

And that reminded him of the conversation that he had with Chief Gunderson earlier in the week. Apparently, the Chief was quite taken with the Oedo kid and wanted to know more about him. TSgt Vega filled in what blanks he had, but outside a high ranking general as a relation and his extensive coaching, he really didn't know much about the kid. All he could really add was that the kid was serious, reliable, and a natural leader. He left off the nightmares. Some things were just too personal.

Then the Chief had dropped the bomb that the kid had easily defeated two instructors with a Level 3 combat skill rating, including himself. So, TSgt Vega's earlier suspicions that the kid could be dangerous were confirmed way beyond his imagination. The kid could have easily killed himself or the dorm guard when he struck out in his nightmare driven haze.

But the part that gave him pause was not that the kid could have killed, but that he didn't. If his earlier assumptions about gang involvement were true, then why did he hesitate to kill? Why ask for surrender? The blows were aimed at disarming and disabling, not crippling or killing. Surrender was a police or military response, not a criminal one. Curiouser and curiouser.

Is today over yet? No wait, we still have Mail Call. Ah, take joy in the small things. Speaking of which, it was time to head back to the squadron.

Saturday morning started with the next challenge. The Final PC Evaluation. The Squad got up and went through the final evaluation for the most part successfully. Overall, TSgt Vega lost 6 trainees. They just couldn't make the two mile run under the time limit. However, a few were close, only a 15 second split from passing. They would have one last chance to pass tomorrow morning, before the rest of the trainees were bussed out for Warrior Week. Otherwise they would be recycled back to Second WOT.

Breakfast was disturbed only by the odd, red, foaming cereal. The cereal, which looked normal, seemed to foam into a red froth when milk was added. That the foam resembled movie blood was a serious draw back to the appetite.

After breakfast, TSgt Vega presided over the first of the Knowledge Tests. While he had harped on studying, he knew that a good portion of the trainees had ceased actually reading the ATO by the start of Third WOT. That was one reason he reminded them last Sunday that they would test today. Even with the reminder, 9 of his trainees failed the Written Test. They too would have a chance to retake the test tomorrow before the bus left. Their last chance to stay on track with their peers.

TSgt Vega hated to recycle trainees. It was especially a disappointment when it was over fitness and the trainees in question had worked so hard to pass. Not surprising, was the fact that his Dorm Chief had passed both tests with flying colours. In fact, 7 of his trainees had earned the War hawk Award for fitness excellence.

The PA interrupted his thoughts, "Attention in the squadron. Today's Bunny Survival Test has been cancelled due to protests from PETA. Repeat, today's Bunny Survival Test has been cancelled due to protests from PETA. Testing will resume once PETA has announced what types of tests will not unduly endanger the marshmallow bunnies involved in the testing"

TSgt Vega cracked a grin and called over his Dorm Chief. If anyone could get these trainees to pass their re-take tomorrow, fitness or written, it would be Ordo.

Fourth WOT Agenda: Deployment Briefing, Equipment Issue, Field Hygiene, Field Exercises, Anti-Terrorism Training, Chemical Biological Nuclear Defense Training, Confidence Course, Culminating Exercise

Ijaat leaned back and stretched his cramping back muscles. He had spent the last hour typing on his computer, setting up this week's prank. Initially, he wasn't sure how he could continue to pull his practical jokes on the squadron while his Squad was deployed in the Warrior Week field training exercise (FTX). But he also didn't want the command structure to figure out that his Squad was the source of the jokes.

So, he was in a quandary as to the best course of action. He could try to make it back to the unit during the week, but he doubted that the FTX would be close enough to the unit to make that option feasible. He could stop playing practical jokes for the rest of his time in basic, but that would take away all his fun and still leave his Squad under suspicion. Or, plan C, he could use the computer to play pranks in his absence.

He opted for Plan C. His main challenge would be to devise a prank that would have no easy countermeasures. So, the repeat calling of the PA and even CQ was out of the question. If Col. Harding changed the phone number again, Ijaat wouldn't know about it until he returned, spoiling his fun. But he was able to devise a significantly evil plan that would be better than his 'Oh, Danny Boy' routine at driving the squadron members bonkers.

Ijaat typed in the phone number for every phone in the entire squadron, including each dorm and classroom, into his dialling program. He intentionally left the CQ phone number off the list, just in case. Then he programmed the computer with 10 different pre-recorded messages. Some were prank calls asking to order a pizza or Mandalorian food and don't give the receiver any way to politely end the call. Others were setup as if the caller was actually answering the phone, but they couldn't get good cell phone reception. So, they keep asking the receiver to speak up. But Ijaat's favourite was the recording where the caller puts the receiver to hold and then has a barely heard conversation about his girlfriend and their relationship problems with a mysterious third party. The last recording could go on for ten minutes, if the receiver holds out that long before hanging up.

Finally, Ijaat programmed the dialling program to call a different squadron phone number every two hours from 0700 to 1900 hours with one of the pre-recorded messages. The program was setup so that the numbers did not repeat until all of them had been used.

Ijaat figured that after several days of this the squadron would be wishing they had the more mundane physical jokes instead. Psychological warfare was always much more effective if the victim was expecting it, dreading it, and it didn't happen. He was certain that the CQ would be wound up tight waiting for their call.

With the computer setup and ready to go, Ijaat just needed to safeguard it against casual detection. He had been keeping it in one of the ventilation ducts on the roof. So far, the computer had remained undetected, but Ijaat made sure to re-secure the grill every time he put the computer back. He also doubles checked the power cord to ensure it was still buried under the roof gravel.

Computer in place, he quickly policed the area to ensure that he had removed all sign of his presence. He even scattered the roof gravel back into random patterns to remove evidence of his foot prints.

Satisfied that his secret was safe, he quickly looked over the edge of the roof to see if anyone was around. Usually, he was alone at 0300, but you never can be too careful. The parking lot was clear and no one was in sight, so Ijaat carefully swung his body over the edge of the roof and lowered himself onto the railing of the fire escape outside his dorm. Silently, he set his feet back onto the safety of the fire escape. He scanned the area one more time before turning his attention to the fire escape door.

Ijaat pressed his ear to the door and listened for any sign that the dorm guard was patrolling. Hearing only the soft snores of his fellow trainees, Ijaat eased the door open a crack and listened again. With still no indication of anyone awake, he opened the door just enough to squeeze through and quickly closed it silently behind him. Ijaat scanned the nearby area and then turned back and removed the stick he had used to disable the alarm on the fire escape.

Now, safely back in the dorm, Ijaat just had to sneak back to his bunk. He removed his sneakers and silently padded back to his bunk. He gave a small sigh as he slid under his covers once more. His last conscious thought was 'Mission Complete,' before he fell into a light sleep.

Ijaat awoke to the sounds of his Squad-mates getting up, before reveille. He yawned one last time before getting up. He completed his morning routine and dressed in his PC gear. He had promised the trainees who failed the PC evaluation yesterday that he would run with them to help them achieve a fast, steady pace. With luck, they would pass the run.

Unfortunately, Ijaat was almost certain that most of them wouldn't be able to keep up. The trainees that failed the test had actually achieved a personal best time with yesterday's failed run. Two had nearly passed out after pushing themselves past their limits in one final effort to pass the PC test. Personally, Ijaat thought that they could use the extra two weeks to get into better shape. But he would do his best to motivate them this morning regardless.

As reveille sounded, the 6 trainees that had failed the PC evaluation yesterday lined up next to him, ready to retake the test. Ijaat gave each of them a cocky grin as they waited for TSgt Vega to make an appearance.

"Are you guys ready?" Ijaat asked quietly.

One of the trainees, Nevus, nodded steadily. The others just looked unsure.

"Don't worry about it. Best case scenario, you pass and press on as you were. Worst case scenario, you have two more weeks to get up to speed AND you don't have to retake the written test. Heck, ya even get more time to study the parts of the ATO that we haven't tested on yet" Ijaat tried to reassure them, but they continued to look nervous.

Before Ijaat, could say anything else, TSgt Vega knocked on the door and was let in by the Dorm Guard. He gave the trainees a once over, and then looked a question at Ijaat.

"Dorm Chief?"

"Sir, Trainee Ordo reports as ordered. The trainees are ready to run, Sir" Ijaat replied quickly.

"And?"

Ijaat cracked a small grin, "I'll be joining them on this run, Sir"

"So, I noticed. Well, let's get going. I'm sure the rest of the Squad would like to get breakfast on time."

"One moment, Sir" Ijaat turned back to the hallway facing the two dorm bays. "SQUAD, FALL IN."

The rest of the Squad immediately lined up in the hallway, all dressed in PC gear. Most of them were grinning.

Ijaat smirked as he turned back to TSgt Vega, "The Squad is ready for PC, Sir"

TSgt Vega looked at the entire Squad confused. "You're all going to run?"

"YES, SIR," was the unanimous response.

"I see. Well then, form up down stairs. We'll march to the parade grounds." He gave them all one last look and just shook his head as he left.

Ijaat gave them all a huge grin. "Fall in downstairs and form up by fours. FALL OUT."

The entire squad quickly exited the dorm to build the proper formation on the patio. A short march to the parade grounds and they were lined up on the running track.

Ijaat didn't like to lose. Any System Lord could tell you that. And losing men was out of the question. Even if they weren't technically lost, just staying in basic for an extended period. The point was that Ijaat had taken responsibility for each of the trainees when he was appointed as Dorm Chief. And like it or not, he felt responsible for ensuring that each and every one of them finished with their Squad, HIS squad. And somehow his commitment to his Squad-mates had rubbed off on them. Because, his Squad-mates were now just as committed as he was to keep these trainees with them.

So, Ijaat had talked to the entire Ijaat the night before about their Flight-mates and his need for assistance. When he had addressed the group last night, he had intended to have someone take his place and supervise the dorm clean up while he ran with the trainees. But instead, the Squad had opted to re-run the 2-mile course with those trainees as a show of moral support. The Squad had also spent the evening grilling each of the trainees that had failed the written test in an impromptu study session.

"Alright, ready, set, go" TSgt Vega started the stop watch as the runners started to jog. The each gathered around the trainees who had to pass today or be recycled.

As a group, the trainees set a steady pace and worked at distracting the testing trainees by quizzing them on popular culture. Their intent was to distract them from the run. The ploy seemed to work and the group gradually increased their pace without the testing trainees noticing.

This plan had been concocted by Korkie and Thomas who noticed that several of the failed runners tended to focus on how bad they were doing, rather than just running. Ijaat had approved of their plan and kept the runners back for a pep talk while Korkie and Thomas spread the plan to the rest of the Squad.

Yet, in spite of all their efforts, Ijaat could tell on the seventh lap that four of the group would not make it. They were huffing so bad that Ijaat was concerned for their health. The other trainees noticed too and slowed the pace. The trainees may not pass, but they would be alive to tell the tale. Small trade off, but you take what you can get.

The last two trainees seemed to be making good progress. When they reached the halfway mark on the last lap, Ijaat pushed them to their limits and the whole group sprinted the last 200 yards. TSgt Vega gave the first group a huge smile and congratulated the two trainees on passing the PC evaluation. He then went on to harangue them for failing in the first place and making the whole Squad go through this a second time.

However, for the trainees who failed the retest, TSgt Vega gently shook his head and left them to mourn with their Squad-mates. The whole Squad would have one last breakfast together as a whole. After that, the four trainees would be placed in a Second WOT Squad in another squadron.

Of course, the morning wasn't over yet. The 9 trainees who failed the written test still had to re-take their test as well and this time the Squad couldn't join them in their efforts.

After the trainees had finished cleaning the dorms, they had gathered in the day room, as had become their habit. They still hadn't heard from TSgt Vega or the nine trainees taking the retest. Ijaat and Korkie had just been discussing how best to entertain the group when the shyest trainee in the lot, Carson, came forward.

"Um, Dorm Chief?" he asked quietly.

Jon encouraged him with a smile, "Yeah, Carson."

"I, um… we…" he gestured to the back corner of the day room where a cluster of trainees was looking in their direction, "we were wondering if you knew what was going to happen this week? I mean, some of the other trainees were talking the other day… And they were saying some pretty freaky stuff about Warrior Week. They said we would be gassed with real gas, not just smoke!" He whispered the last bit, as if volume alone would make it true.

Ijaat continued to smile and was barely able to suppress his smirk. Barely. "Who exactly was telling you this and what exactly did this other group of trainees tell you?"

"Oh… that Fifth week group we saw on the patio last night when we were helping Duback study. We were asking about Warrior Week and they told us that we would have to practice wearing our helmets a lot… and that they would put us in a small house with only one door and have us helmet up. But that they would use real gas and if we didn't put our mask on right, we would die" Carson was obviously rattled about this sudden prospect of death.

Ijaat nodded knowingly, "Sounds about right, all except the death part. Do you really think the TI's are going to kill us now, after we passed the half way mark? What would they tell your mother?" Ijaat gave Carson a reassuring smile. "I have it on good authority that NO ONE is allowed to die in basic without orders. Way, way too much paperwork. However, they are allowed to make you cry. So, they use tear gas to test the seal on your helmet" Ijaat's smile took on a decidedly grim turn, "Do you remember who told you all this?"

Carson suddenly turned shy, "Um… well… it was that guy… you know… that… um, that you had words with… in, um, Second week."

Yeah, Ijaat knew exactly who Carson was talking about. The bully that was so quick to put down the kids in the younger Squads. Ijaat's smile turned decidedly evil as he contemplated how best to get even with the bully.

"Thanks, Carson"

"Um… sure… anytime" Carson retreated back to his corner to pass on the information about the tear gas.

Ijaat pulled his thoughts back from his happy place with effort. He turned back to Korkie, "So, Big Guy, you make a decision yet?"

Krokie just shook his head, "I don't know. I don't think we have enough information. I mean… how can we decide if we can attempt to capture the flag of our enemy. Think about it, we don't even know who or what our mission will be in the field."

"Ah, that is where I can clarify it for you. WE don't have any training in ANYTHING but manual labour and standing guard. So, when we are not on guard duty, we will either have NOTHING to do… which is doubtful at best… or we will be digging holes and filling sandbags… which is much more likely" Ijaat gave his bunk-mate a cocky grin, "I can get us away from the perimeter and track down the enemy encampment fairly easily. We just need to have a plan for payback"

Korkie started to shake his head, "See, that is where you lose me. How are we going to get past the guarded perimeter, in the dark, to find an enemy base, all without getting caught?"

"Easy, team effort. Now, choose, flag, honey, string, what?"

"Alright, my personal favorite has always been honey in the bunk, but swiping the flag or stringing their tents would probably get us into less trouble when we get caught"

"Korkie, you have no faith. But if you want cautious, flag and string it will be" ijaat patted Korkie on the shoulder and then turned to the rest of the Squad. "Hey guys, listen up for a second"

Ijaat waited for the Squad to turn their full attention on him. "We have been on this team building operation called 'Basic Training' for several weeks now. How many of you feel like we are a team?"

Ijaat grinned at the roaring positive response from his Squad-mates.

"Good. I wholly agree. So, I was talking to Korkie here, and we felt that we had an opportunity for a bonus team exercise during the upcoming week. We all know that the TI's are going to be 'evaluating' us and all that. But they won't be the attackers during our little war games. So… hypothetically speaking… what if a BMT Squad were to… oh, I don't know…. Say… play a prank on the aggressors. Would you be for or against it?"

"FOR"

"Really… even if this prank was to… again, I'm not really sure… um, let's just say the enemy flag went missing… maybe even turned up in our encampment…that wouldn't upset any of you?"

"NO"

"Oh, well that's nice to know. What about if this… purely hypothetical group… also setup a string trap or tied boot laces or some such. Would that make you angry, upset, or disillusioned?"

"NO"

"Nice…" Ijaat scanned the room. "So, who has hunting experience from back home?"

Several of the trainees put up their hands. Ijaat recognized most of them as coming from smaller towns in mid-western cities. Perfect. "Excellent. How good are the rest of you at keeping a secret?"

Their only response was a massive, group, evil grin. Yes, this would be very good. "Sweet"

Ijaat heard a commotion at the dorm guard's door. He quickly glanced about the room. "Okay, you all just saw who asked for extra ATO study help. I will personally see that you get any extra help you need, even while we are in the field. Anybody else have any questions?"

The Squad went from automatic panic at the thought of discovery to relief as Jon's words sank in. A few of the Squad sent guilty looks to their neighbours, but most just nodded at Ijaat as if studying the ATO was the only thing being discussed.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ijaat watched TSgt Vega enter the room and moved to stand behind the podium. He set a closed box at his feet. Only five of the nine trainees who went to test that morning entered the day room and took a seat. Ijaat gave a sad sigh. Four more trainees had been recycled. They were most likely cleaning out their lockers right now.

"Good morning. We have a lot to do today, so let's get this weekly summary started. As you know, today we depart for the field and the start of Fourth WOT, Warrior Week. You will take the bus to a location near the field site and march the rest of the way to the location. We have been assigned to Charlie Bunker with 3 other training Squads. Once we have arrived, you will be issued additional equipment and receive site specific briefings, including the Rules of Engagement (ROE) for the exercise area. After we arrive at the bunker, I will turn over command of the Squad to the bunker commander. I will then assume my place on the Exercise Evaluation Team or EET. This means that you will be following someone else's orders. Don't disappoint me. I will be watching you. Monday you are expected to complete the confidence course. The course is your chance to shine or fall flat. It should be a nice change. However, I would not recommend falling into any of the water obstacles. You will not have a hot shower available until we get back to the squadron next Saturday. Monday, after the confidence course, you will receive the Anti-Terrorism briefing, UXO and IED identification briefings. Pay attention, when the 3-day exercise kicks off, several of these devices will be simulated. You will be expected to properly identify, report, and mark the devices. Tuesday is dedicated to NBC training. Nuclear, Biological, and Chemical threats will be covered. You will be trained EXTENSIVELY on the proper use of protective gear including your Helmets and chemical protective over garment or CPO. MOPP Levels, alarm conditions, radio protocol, and pre-, during, and post-attack reporting. If you don't feel quite up to perfect recall, I have your solution."

TSgt Vega reached down for the box. He pulled out a thick booklet about 5 inches wide by 7 inches long on a spiral binding. "This is your new bible. This is the AFMAN 10-100. The militiaman's Manual. It is printed with all the information you will need for the exercise, and much more. It will be located in one of the pockets of your CPO and is water proof and chemical resistant, making it ideal for use during a chemical environment. Study it so you know where to find the information that you will need to reference during the exercise"

TSgt Vega shoved the box towards Ijaat. Ijaat took the hint and began to pass out the manuals, ensuring he kept a copy for himself.

"Wednesday is the start of the 3-day field exercise. Follow your training. Listen to your bunker commander. Read your 10-100. And for heaven's sake, THINK before you act.

"Some time Friday or Saturday, the exercise will be terminated and you will begin the clean-up phase. The sooner you complete clean up, the sooner you can march home to this lovely dorm and get a nice hot shower.

"Any questions?" TSgt Vega finished his quick summary.

Carson was pushed up by his neighbours, "Sir, Trainee Carson reports as ordered. Will we be doing PC or drill this week, Sir?"

TSgt Vega shook his head, "No, PC and drill practice will be suspended for Warrior Week. But don't forget anything, you will still have the Sixth WOT parades and anyone who wants to test for Scout Rangers must be able to pass the PAST test upon graduation and ANYONE who wants to test is welcome. PC will resume in Fifth WOT"

Korkie stood up, "Sir, Trainee Korkie reports as ordered. What about Mail Call, Sir?"

TSgt Vega cocked his head to one side, considering, "I'll leave that up to you. Just remember, anything mailed in, you carry out. All for Mail Call?" TSgt Vega made a quick mental count. "Opposed?" Again he made a quick count. "The Aye's have it. Mail Call will be conducted during Fourth WOT."

Ijaat gave a small internal moan. Knowing his luck, this would be the week that dad coordinated to have everyone send a book or other impossibly heavy item to him. Old man, the revenge will be sweet, just you wait.

"Anyone else? Okay, one final order of business before we finish packing for the field. This morning is our last day with SrA O'Neill. He will be moving on to the next baby Squad due in later this week. Make sure you thank him, before we leave today. Anything else?" TSgt Vega looked to SrA O'Niell then to Ijaat. Ijaat gave him a nod. "Dorm Chief?

"To everyone who volunteered to participate in the ATO study group. Just a reminder, please be sure to pack any study materials you think you may need this week. I doubt we will have access to the BX. Thanks" Ijaat almost smirked as he gave the coded message to the Squad. He did see several answering grins, not so subtly concealed in the group.

"Right, good thinking, Dorm Chief. We don't want a repeat of yesterday. Now, I want the A and C bags that were issued to you Friday stacked in the hallway by the door. Pack your duffle bag with your remaining gear. Don't leave anything out, thinking you will make your bag lighter. I will personally inspect each duffle and locker before we leave" TSgt Vega glanced around the room one last time. "You have one hour. Dismissed"

The Squad spent the next hour laying out and packing their duffle bags. Ijaat was ready in record time and TSgt Vega quickly passed his duffle after inspecting it. Ijaat wasn't surprised that TSgt Vega completely missed the additions to his bag. But then, TSgt Vega was looking for trainees to leave stuff behind to make the bag lighter, not to add stuff and make it heavier.

His task completed, Ijaat spent the rest of the time helping his Squad-mates properly pack their bags. Before long, the whole Squad was ready to go. The Squad dutifully carried all their mobility bags down to the squadron patio where they were loaded onto the back of a flatbed Speeder truck. The Squad then climbed onto several buses with their duffle bags.

Ijaat was able to secure a seat in the middle of his bus, blending in with the rest of his Squad for the first time in weeks. Once settled, he pulled out the Militiaman's Manual. He perused it in wonder. This manual had not been published yet to the general public when he had joined up. Eyeing the sheer volume of information, it contained, he was surprised that it hadn't been developed sooner. He especially liked the critical information checklists at the back.

Of course, it took him several minutes to figure out that the FPCONs were really just the THREATCONs with a new name. Like calling them Force Protection Conditions made the threat any less real. As if.

Not to mention that the CWE was now called the BDO, which was being replaced by the CPO. It was a SNAFU bordering on TARFU that would inevitably become FUBAR and could only have been designed by an I D Ten T.

Ijaat glanced around the bus and noticed Carson looking lost. "Carson, you okay?"

Carson turned to Jon, "Um… yeah. I guess I'm just nervous."

Jon gave him an encouraging smile, "You'll do fine. Just keep your mask handy." He continued at Carson's confused look. "We are due for a 'Jumping Jack Flash' anytime now"

"A what?... OH!" comprehension dawned. Carson made sure his helmet was easily accessible while he was riding on the bus.

As if on cue, TSgt Vega popped his head onto the bus and shouted, "GAS, GAS, GAS!" The trainees scrambled through the now familiar routine of pulling the helmet on and securing it quickly. Smiling, TSgt Vega left them with their helmets on and went to the next bus. Ijaat just shrugged with his gas mask on and pulled up the Militiaman's Manual once more.

The buses departed the squadron and after a short ride, the Squad was told to get off the bus with their duffle bags. Next, they were told to take off and re-pack their gas masks, and then formed up for the march. Soon, they were joined shortly by three other Squads from different squadrons; all repeating the same actions. Once the Squads were all lined up, they marched, in formation, behind the truck carrying their all the mobility bags.

Compared to some of the other marches, hikes, and long range patrols that Ijaat had been on, this one was a cake walk. But Ijaat's Squad-mates didn't think so. They didn't complain. But they were starting to slow down. Mandalor in the summer was not the best time for a long hike with a heavy pack.

Finally, one of the smaller guys started to waver. He didn't even seem to notice that everyone around him was at a 45-degree angle. However, TSgt Vega had been waiting for someone to drop in the heat. He deftly caught the trainee and moved him over to the side of the road. The Flight stopped.

"Everybody, take a five-minute break. Drink water and rest" TSgt Vega motioned to the medics and they came forward quickly. After doing a quick assessment, they had the trainee cooled down with water and had him drink a special solution. The trainee's duffle bag was tossed on to the back of the flat bed trunk. The medics walked through the other trainees, looking for signs of dehydration and heat stress. After five minutes, TSgt Vega formed them up again and they continued the march. The trainee who dropped continued the march without his duffle bag.

The group only stopped for a quick lunch of MREs before arriving at a large bunker complex around 1300. Not before Bunker hill radioed in saying the route was clear from the creatures of the surrounding jungle. Once there, the TI's turned over control of their Squads to the Charlie Bunker commander, Captain Collins.

In short order, the Squads of trainees had unloaded the truck with all the mobility bags and formed up into the four Squads in the centre courtyard of the bunker complex; one Squads in each corner.

Their new commander took the opportunity to address them, "I am Captain Collins, your Commander for the duration of this exercise. These," he pointed to the people ranged behind him, "are my staff. They will be your instructors and administrators this week. At the start of the 3-day exercise they will become EET.

"Each of your squads will be responsible for one of four shifts to guard and protect this bunker." He turned to Ijaat's Squad in a line up. "You are Alpha Flight and will man the sentry posts from 0000 hours to 0600 hours" He turned to the next Squad, "Bravo Flight will post from 0600 to 1200" He turned to the two remaining Squads, "Charlie Flight will post from 1200 to 1800 hours and Delta Flight will post from 1800 to 2400 hours. These postings will begin tonight at 2400 hours. Your existing Flight trainee leadership will report directly to the Command Post or CP. My staff will go over the details in another briefing. For the duration of this exercise, you will NOT give a reporting statement unless you are directed to report to me. You will NOT salute any officer. This is a field exercise and we will simulate field conditions, including suspension of some customs and courtesies. Your bunk houses are located one per wall. Each is marked according to your shift designation. Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, and Delta. You are now dismissed to place your mobility gear into your bunk houses. Dorm Chiefs will bunk in the command centre. Element Leaders will bunk at either end of the bunk house. Dismissed"

Ijaat quickly directed his Squad to the pile of mobility bags and had them pull all the ones marked with their Squad number, 1342, and take them into the bunk house. They sorted the other Squads bags as they pulled theirs and neatly stacked them in piles by Squad number. Soon each of the other Squads had adopted their sorting technique.

Once the mobility bags were stored in the bunk house, Ijaat had his Squad gather their individual bags and stow them at the end of their assigned bunks. Korkie offered to help him carry his bags over to the Command Post.

As they entered the CP building, an instructor directed them to some individual rooms labelled A, B, C, and D. Jon quickly scanned the A or Alpha room and set his bags neatly in one corner. The room was barely big enough for his bunk and bags. But it did contain a small window. Ijaat nudged Korkie and pointed at the window, before turning to leave.

They were both grinning as they returned to the CP instructor. "Alpha Squad is ready for further instructions, Sir"

The instructor turned towards them, "And you are?"

"Trainee Ordo, Dorm Chief for Flight 1342 assigned to Charlie Bunker as Alpha Squad. This is one of my Element Leaders, Trainee Korkie, Sir"

The instructor nodded and jotted his name down before replying, "Return to your Squad. I'll have one of the instructors over in a minute"

"Yes, Sir" Ijaat and his bunk mate turned a left the CP.

The instructor, SSgt Tate, arrived shortly after Ijaat and Korkie returned to Bunk House Alpha. He escorted the Squad through the entire bunker complex, showing them the layout and the location of each of the 8 defensive fighting positions (DFP). He also showed them the various locations of the shelters, the contamination control area (CCA), and the casualty collection point (CCP).

SSgt Tate spent several minutes briefing them outside the Medical Treatment Facility discussing 'real' versus 'exercise' injuries. Real injuries would immediately terminate the exercise and the trainee would immediately go to the medical treatment facility. Exercise injuries would receive self-aid and buddy care depending on the exercise scenario and be transported to the CCP when possible, again depending on the exercise scenario.

The sergeant stopped them outside the supply office. "This exercise will be as realistic as possible. To this end you will be issued full MILES gear, radios, a voice emitter, blanks, and a blank firing adapter for your EE-3. Dorm Chief?" SSgt Tate addressed the Squad.

"Here, Sir," Ijaat replied.

"Dorm Chief, line 'em up for equipment issue."

"Yes, Sir." Ijaat turned to the Squad. "FALL IN." He waited until the Flight was in formation. "Enter by columns, MARCH."

The squad filed into the supply office. One by one they were each issued a set of MILES gear, including a Beskar helmet with a sensor band and a sensor harness. They also received a laser attachment and blank adaptor for the EE-3, a small short range radio with gas mask voice emitter, and six magazines of blank rounds. Ijaat was the last to collect his gear. Nearly an hour later, his Squad was decked out for Warrior Week.

Next, SSgt Tate walked them through the Force Protection Conditions (FPCON). "So, starting tonight the bunker will move to FPCON Bravo. FPCON Bravo means that an attack is possible. Sometime on Wednesday the 3-day exercise will kick off and we will move to FPCON Charlie. Charlie means that an attack in the immediate area is probable. Finally, once the attacks start, we will move to FPCON Delta. Delta means that an attack is imminent or occurring. Any questions?... Alright, break for dinner. Dorm Chief, the field kitchen is to the left of the CP. Meet back here in one hour. Dismissed"

Ijaat motioned for the Squad to gather around. "You all hanging in there?" he asked.

Ruso shook his head, "Barely. My head is stuffed. Information overload, you know!"

Ijaat laughed, "It'll only get worse from here. Alright, let's get chow. We are all going to be up at 2400 hours for our first shift on sentry duty. Report to your Element Leader. Dismissed for chow" The squad shuffled off to the dining facility. This was the first time they were allowed to enter the dining facility without the aid of a formation.

After dinner, the Squad was once again instructed by SSgt Tate. This time he covered alarms and signals and what they mean. He followed that class with the Rules of Engagement or ROE for the exercise.

"Okay, this is just an exercise. Please keep that in mind as we work through the various field scenarios that will be presented over the next few days. Safety is our number one concern. Any single one of you can call an exercise termination if you find that safety is being violated. The point of Warrior Week is to teach you how to operate and survive in a hostile field environment.

"To this end, you will not be asked to do anything you have not already been trained to do. Your sole mission is to defend this bunker complex. The exercise scenario will not include any non-combatants. So, anyone you encounter can be considered a combatant. You will challenge anyone approaching your position and report any suspicious activities in your area. Page 95 in your Militiaman's Manual outlines the proper way to report an attack or suspicious activities using a SALUTE report. Page 84 in your Militiaman's Manual outlines proper security procedures and how to challenge intruders."

Ijaat interrupted the sergeant before he could continue, "Sir, what about prisoners?"

"Prisoners?" SSgt Tate looked startled by the question.

"Yes, Sir. When we take prisoners, what is the protocol you want us to follow?"

"When…" SSgt Tate pulled out his own tattered copy of the Militiaman's Manual and flipped to a tabbed page. "Yes… well, IF you should come across some of the enemy who want surrender, then follow the protocol on page 89." He put his Militiaman's Manual away, "Now, where was I… oh yes, challenging. Throughout the exercise you will use all three ways to challenge potential intruders; Sign-Countersign, Chemical Code, and Duress words. Page 88 outlines how each of these is used. The current codes and words will be posted in the CP each morning and relayed to you by your Dorm Chief and Element Leaders. Okay, exercise guidelines. All rocket and air attacks are to be assumed as chemical attacks. All ground attacks are considered conventional attacks. This means that you will seek shelter and assume MOPP 4, i.e. helemt, for any air strike or rocket attack. Next, you will wait for the all clear from the CP. We will go into the MOPP levels in more detail on Tuesday. All aggressors will be wearing the Grassland. All EET will be wearing BDU's with a red ball cap. No non-combatants will be allowed in the play area. If you are not sure, challenge. The entire area, with only two exceptions, is within the play area. You are expected to be alert regardless of where you are and prepared to respond accordingly. The exceptions are the real world medical treatment facility and the morgue. However, don't think that being dead is easy. All trainees who are 'killed' and shipped to the morgue are expected to fill sand bags for the duration of their stay, even if it is their normal sleep cycle. You will stay 'dead' for a minimum of 8 very long hours. Alright, any questions so far?" SSgt Tate asked.

Ijaat glanced around and then raised his hand, "Sir, obviously we can't do much to defend against a rocket or air attack, but do we have any Intel on the capabilities or limitations of the ground forces? Staging area? Training and tactics? Weapons used? Or the average size of the ground forces?"

Again, the sergeant looked at a loss. Ijaat almost grinned. He could tell that the prior trainees had never asked those kinds of questions before. With luck the good sergeant would fumble and give away aggressors guidelines and limitations.

"Ah… let me see…" SSgt Tate stammered. "Generally, the attacking forces have been small, 10 or less in each group. Staging from the abandoned Echo Bunker. Standard small arms, no hand-held rockets or such. You should be able to defend against most attacks if you are alert and ready for them."

"So we have a location on their staging area?" Ijaat asked.

SSgt Tate seemed to realize that he gave some vital information away, "Um… yes, but they don't always come from that direction. You should be prepared for attack from all directions"

Ijaat smiled, "Of course, Sir." He would bet money that the Echo bunker was marked on a map in the CP. And if they were staging out of it, then the 'enemy' would be very easy to find. So far, the good sergeant had not listed that the trainees could not counter attack the enemy staging area. Only that they had to defend the bunker. Ijaat began to formulate a plan that would allow them to do both within the guidelines given.

SSgt Tate eyed Ijaat suspiciously, "Yes, the final guideline for this exercise is that Capt. Collins will be the only staff member who will not become EET at the start of the 3-day exercise. So, make sure you pay close attention to these briefings. You will be expected to secure this bunker against attack starting Wednesday"

"YES, SIR."

"Next up, Radio communication. If you will all, please pull out your Militiaman's Manual. Turn to page 197. When using a radio in the field you will use several key phrases, called ProWords. Hollywood has made several of these words common knowledge, like 'say again' and 'out.' Make sure you read the real meanings behind these ProWords and understand them. You will be using them for this exercise. On page 196, is the military phonetic alphabet. If you have to spell anything out, use this alphabet and not a civilian counterpart. Finally, radio discipline and Operational Security or OPSEC. Think before you say anything over the radio. Use the established code words given by the CP for specific locations or actions. Be brief. Use call signs and NEVER use names or ranks. Occasionally, conduct a radio check, you don't want to find out that your battery ran out just when you need to make a SALUTE report. Always assume that the enemy is listening in to each and every radio transmission. Your Dorm Chief will assign you to a specific posting tonight. Each post comes with a specific call sign. Know your call sign and the call signs of everyone you may need to contact. Now, for the most basic of the radio problems. First, make sure your radio is on the correct channel. Charlie bunker uses channel 3. Check your radio now and make sure it is set to channel 3. If you are instructed to go to the alternate frequency, change to channel 7. But only when instructed by the CP. Second, make sure you recharge your radio battery during your sleep cycle. A four-hour charge will last the whole day. Recharging stations are located in your bunk houses. Third and final issue with radios, they won't work unless they are ON. If your radio is strangely silent throughout the day, check to see if you remembered to turn it on. Okay, last chance for questions tonight" SSgt Tate looked around the Squad. When no one asked a question, he continued, "Alright, you are dismissed until 2300 hours for a post briefing. Dorm Chief, you will need to establish a schedule and assign everyone a posting. The CP will give you the guidelines. Dismissed"

Ijaat turned to his Squad before they could go anywhere, "Just a second, guys." He waited until he had their full attention. "I would strongly recommend that everyone get some sleep. I will conduct the post briefing at the bunk house at 2300 hours. Charge your radios and keep your gear handy. Sleep with your boots on. I need the Element Leaders with me. Payton, you are in charge until the Element Leaders get back. Dismissed"

Ijaat had the Element Leaders follow him to the CP to help make the schedule. The CP gave them very flexible guidelines. Two people per defensive fighting position (DFP). Eight DFP's throughout the compound. Two teams of four were to be assigned Post Attack Reconnaissance duty (PAR). Two teams of four were to be assigned Casualty Recovery Teams (CRT). Two people assigned to the CP. Anyone else could be assigned as needed.

In the case of Ijaat's Squad of 42, that left eight people that could be assigned anywhere as needed. Grinning, Ijaat submitted his final schedule with two additional teams; a Fire Team and a Manpower Team. They had also decided to use movie hero dog names for call signs. Jon couldn't wait to call Rin Tin Tin and Snoopy over the air.

Ijaat dismissed his Element Leaders to return to the bunk house and rest. Taking his own advice, he instructed the CP to wake him at 2230 hours and lay down to catch a few hours of sleep.

That night, the CP woke Ijaat promptly at 2230. Ijaat made a quick rest stop then headed over to the bunk house. Unfortunately, SSgt Tate made it to the bunk house first. Ijaat nodded in greeting to the instructor before waking his Squad-mates.

"Up and at 'em. You got five minutes till briefing" Ijaat roused the exhausted trainees from their cots as quickly as he could. Several he had to shake several times to get them going.

Before long the whole sleepy group was assembled. "Okay, guys. Here is the roster for postings tonight. Make sure you check your radios and memorize the call signs" Ijaat passed the roster around.

"Now, a few last things to remember. First, be vigilant. Second, check in. I want an hourly check in with the CP. This lets us know that you are still alive and kicking out there. Third, do not to leave your post until someone relieves you. I'll be roving, so if you should need to make a latrine run, call for Benji, that's me, to rendezvous with you. Fourth, don't forget your Militiaman's Manual. Fifth, USE your Militiaman's Manual. It outlines the procedures you need to use when someone outside approaches your post. You can practice on me tonight and tomorrow. Sixth, call signs. As you already know, I'll be going by Benji. All the DFP's are designated Dino 1 through 8. CP is Dynomutt. PAR Team 1 is Scooby. PAR Team 2 is Scrappy. CRT 1 is Lassie. CRT 2 is Rin Tin Tin. Fire Team is Snoopy. Finally, Manpower Team is Astro. Key call signs to remember now, yourself, Dynomutt, and Benji. Dynomutt to check in each hour. Benji if you need to take a leak. I'll be coming around and helping you memorize the rest throughout the shift. Finally, sign/countersign, chem. code, and duress words. Challenge word is 'Monkey' and response is 'Diamond'. Chem. Code is 8. And the duress word is 'Pumpkin.' Again, Monkey-Diamond, Eight, and Pumpkin. These will change every day, so make sure you know them before you post. CP members will be briefed by the instructor in CP. I need to meet with the PAR, CRT, Fire, and Manpower Teams before you post. The rest of you, arm up and head over to your station" Ijaat looked around trying to think of anything else. He turned to SSgt Tate, "You have anything to add, Sir?"

SSgt Tate stood doing the fish mouth thing before he finally, shook his head, "No, Dorm Chief. I think you covered it all" He then gave Ijaat a critical look before motioning the Squad on to their posts.

"Alright, get out of here, you mug. Post and I'll be around in a bit" Ijaat motioned the remaining trainees to move off to one side to let the others exit the bunk house.

"Okee-dokey, PAR teams… Tonight and tomorrow, I want you two to train together. Starting Wednesday, PAR 1 will be posted here in the bunk house and PAR 2 will be posted at the CCP"

Ijaat walked over to the corner of the bunk house and motioned the others to follow him. He glanced around until he found a huge foot locker marked 'PAR Kit.' "This is your kit. Inside you will find the user's manual. Read through it carefully. SSgt Tate will be happy to answer any questions you may have, but read the manual first. Your job is to clear the area after an attack, find UXO's, find casualties, and determine if a chemical agent was used during the attack. Read, train, follow the maps included, and ask questions now. Manpower Team, if we lose people on the PAR Team, you will be expected to back fill. So tonight, I want you to train with the PAR Teams. Tomorrow, you will train with the CRT's. Any questions on the PAR Team?" Ijaat looked around. Several of his Squad-mates looked half asleep. But most were paying close attention. Those trainees shook their head.

"Next, the CRT's" Ijaat pulled away from the PAR Team Kit and went over to the opposite corner. Here he sought out another foot locker. This one labeled 'Bunker-SABC.' "Casualty Recovery Teams, like the PAR Teams, I want you to train together tonight and tomorrow. This is your kit. CRT 1 will be posted here in the bunk house. CRT 2 will be posted in the CCP. When the PAR Teams find casualties, they will call for you to come and recover them. Practice litter-carry techniques and commands. Study the Self Aid and Buddy Care steps in the ATO and the Airman's Manual. The Manpower Team will backfill if you lose anyone on the team. Don't be afraid to reference your Militiaman's Manual while trying to treat a casualty. Better to do it right, then to accidentally 'kill' a team-mate. This manual," Ijaat pointed to the SABC kit manual, "will give you specific instructions on your duties. Again, I'm sure SSgt Tate would be more than willing to answer any of your questions. Now, any questions for me about the CRT?" Again, Jon received a sea of shaking heads.

"Well, holy guacamole, who's that leave us with?"

"Da Fire Team, Dorm Chief," was Ruso's sarcastic reply.

"Oy… Fire Team, let's take this outside and get out of their hair" Ijaat pointed to the PAR and CRT teams already breaking up into their groups to go over their manuals. Ijaat hid his grin as SSgt Tate was waylaid by one of the PAR Team members with a question and a map.

Once outside, Ijaat turned to face the bunk house door. "Okay, guys, let me make this quick. You are on ATO Study detail, masquerading as a Fire Team. You have no set post. Make it a habit to never be in the same place twice. Walk around a lot, etc, etc. I will recon the enemy stronghold as soon as possible. Hopefully, later tonight. In the meantime, I want you guys to train as a fire team and practice 'sneak and peek' techniques…"

Jon saw SSgt Tate evade another question and make his way out of the bunk house. "…now, as a Fire Team, your primary job will be to assist the DFP's in repelling an enemy attack. So, remember what I said about going over this entire bunker facility. You need to know it like the back of your hand. If you hear Dino 4 call in a SALUTE report, you need to copy the report and head over to Dino 4's location" Ijaat acknowledged SSgt Tate as he approached. "SSgt Tate, is there anything else they should know?"

Once again, SSgt Tate looked off guard, "Um… yes, make maximum use of the cover available. Because you will be moving towards the fighting, you will be more visible and vulnerable to enemy fire. If need be, identify locations where you can create a firing position and submit it to the commander. Ah… that should do it."

Ijaat gave SSgt Tate a quick nod before continuing, "Alright, get to it. Don't forget to radio in. CP won't know where you guys are, so that makes the radio check in all that more important. Dismissed." The Fire Team turned away and started walking away from SSgt Tate talking quietly.

"Dorm Chief."

Ijaat stopped mid turn and winced internally. Externally, he turned a neutral smile to the instructor. "Yes, Sir?"

"The commander would like to speak with you in the CP." SSgt Tate briskly delivered his message then turned back to the bunk house.

"I guess that would be all then, Sir… Yes, Trainee Ordo, that is all. Dismissed," Ijaat whispered to himself as he turned towards the CP.

After a quick briefing from Capt. Collins, Ijaat picked up and escorted several of the EET inspectors around the bunker complex to see where his teams were posted.

The rest of the shift the Squad was closely observed by the EET inspectors. The EET didn't interfere with the teams when they were training, but the moment they stopped. They would quiz the Squad members mercilessly.

Despite this constant harassment, the shift went smoothly. Each position promptly reported in each hour and the training went smoothly for both the PAR teams and the CRTs.

Ijaat wandered from post to post throughout the night taking coffee and water to each position. He assisted the various teams to get a feel for their duties and how best to execute them.

Because of the EET, Ijaat was unable to get away to scout the surrounding woods or the enemy positions. And, with Ijaat's coaching, his Squad had not faltered in their vigilance or diligence. By 0600 hours, the entire Squad was more than ready for the shift change.

The tired group ate a quick breakfast and reported in at 0700 hours on Monday for the short march to the confidence course with one of other squads. Ijaat and his Squad-mates were able to successfully navigate the course with only a few falling into the water obstacles.

The confidence course was set up to allow the trainees to release some of their pent up frustrations without the TI's constantly harassing them. It also allowed the Squad member to yell and cheer their Squad-mates on, building up unit cohesion. Ultimately, the leisurely pace of the confidence course was a nice change from the previous weeks at basic. The obstacles, while physically challenging, were more mental challenges than physical ones. Ijaats Squad was rejuvenated by the positive team building experience that the confidence course provided.

After a quick lunch back at the bunker, SSgt Tate was replaced by TSgt Simon. TSgt Simon really enjoyed his chosen profession and it showed in his teaching. He spent the next few hours walking the Squad through the Anti-Terrorism training, Un-Exploded Ordinance (UXO) identification, reporting, and marking procedures, and Improvised Explosive Device (IED) identification and reporting procedures. He spent extra time explaining how passive defence worked to their advantage and how to expand on existing passive defensive structures like expedient hardening, camouflage and concealment, and blackout procedures.

Finally, TSgt Simon spent the time to explain the security procedures that SSgt Tate had glossed over the previous day. He explained their duties and responsibilities as sentries, how to challenge intruders, how to handle prisoners and defectors, and the best way to use challenge signs and passwords. He even took the time to explain the SALUTE report and what the acronym stood for.

TSgt Simon grinned at the trainees lined up before him, "Come on. Surely, one of you knows what SALUTE stands for. Didn't any of you read the 10-100." As one, the Squad turned to look at Ijaat.

"What?" Ijaat replied. "Alright, I just wanted to give the rest of you a chance" Ijaat turned back to TSgt Simon. "Time, Location, Equipment, Size, Unit, Activity."

TSgt Simon scrunched up his face as he tried to put the response in proper order. Finally, he replied, "Yes, but in acronym order that is Size, Activity, Location, Unit, Time, and Equipment."

Ruso put his hand up, "How's we supposed to know the unit? It's not like we can just ask them."

TSgt Simon chuckled, "They just might display a unit banner or markings on their vehicles or uniforms. But if you don't know, you can always just state 'unknown unit.' Any other questions?" The rest of the Squad shook their head. "Alright, dismissed until you report for sentry duty." TSgt Simon pulled Ijaat aside, "Dorm Chief, your Squad's mail is ready for pick-up at the CP. You might want to hand it out before they bunk down for the evening.

Ijaat gave a tired, "Yes, Sir," before turning towards the CP to pick up the mail. Hey, at least I don't have to do the punishments this week. With that last thought, Ijaat disappeared into the CP building.

Ijaat was on his tenth circuit of the DFP's. Only a few hours or so left of their sentry shift and Ijaat had finally lost his EET tag along. As he made this circuit, he was checking in with each of his Squad-mates. They all seemed to be wired and ready for more than the classroom briefings they had received. It was probably the lack of sleep and the near overdose of caffeine used to keep them up.

After he checked this last DFP, number 8, Ijaat planned on checking out Echo Bunker. Jon had guessed correctly. The CP had detailed maps of the surrounding area, including the neighbouring bunker complexes. Each complex was laid out in exactly the same way. This made it easier for Jon to gather Intel, because he could freely move through an exact replica of the enemy staging area, i.e. his own bunker. He had passed that tasty titbit to the Fire Team after he discovered it.

Ijaat approached DFP 8. Payton and Jones were carefully scanning the tree line for any sign of movement. He cleared his throat and Payton turned in his direction, weapon ready. "Halt!" Ijaat dutifully came to a stop. "Who goes there?"

Ijaat grinned at the cliché phrase, "Trainee Ordo, Squad 1342, Alpha Squad" He watched in approval as Jones continued to scan the trees, but was acutely aware of what his partner was doing.

"Advance to be recognized!" Payton continued.

Ijaat stepped forward into the light. Payton nodded in recognition. "Blue."

"Butterflies," Ijaat replied with the proper countersign.

Only when Ijaat had given the proper countersign did Payton drop his weapon. "So, what's up, Dorm Chief?"

"Nothing. All's quiet on the western front… or some such. You guys see anything?"

"Nope. Not a peep," Payton replied.

"Good, good. I finally lost my shadow. So, I figured I would mosey over and check out the competition. Or at least find the best path for a posse."

Ijaat turned walked to the front of their DFP. He shed most of his gear and helmet and stowed it in a shadow out of sight. His Squad-mates watched, fascinated as he used dirt to darken his face and hands.

Ijaat turned back one final time and gave them a cheeky grin, "Don't shoot me. Be back in 30." Then without a backward glance, he slid into the shadows between the trees and foliage.

God, I missed this. Ijaat ghosted between the trees from shadow to shadow senses alert to any noise or movement. Freely tapping into his memories and finding peace in the quiet of the Jungle. Almost like finding his centre. This is what he was. This is where he felt at peace with himself. This is where he belonged; sliding through the shadows with a mission to complete.

All too soon, Ijaat found the Echo Bunker complex. Unlike his bunker, there were no sentries posted. He grinned as he slid into the complex to investigate. The first bunk house was filled with PJ trainees, probably still in their indoctrination training phase. Not even these trainees were up at 0300.

Ijaat walked around the complex and found that even the CP was dark and quiet. He slid inside and examined the plans so casually spread across the walls. He almost laughed out loud at the blatant plans to 'attack' the various surrounding bunkers.

After committing the plans to memory, Ijaat couldn't help himself. He pulled out his little bottle of natural red dye and dumped it in the coffee maker's reservoir.

Ijaat circled the bunker complex. He wanted to make sure it was exactly like the Charlie Bunker complex. And he found that it was basically the same. One bunk house was filled with PJ trainees. The other three were filled with the PJ instructors and the EET members who were bunking in the play area, like TSgt Vega. The commander of the 'hostile' forces was in the CP building using the same room that Capt. Collins used at Charlie Bunker.

Ijaat grinned at the totally unguarded flag of the enemy. It proudly showed the patch and motto of the 'Devil Dogs.' The cogs were already turning on an appropriate replacement flag.

Ijaat made one last stop at the field kitchen. He easily picked the lock on the refrigerator and took a peek inside. Carter isn't the only one with 'questionable' skills. Ah ha! Just as I suspected, cake.

He carefully purloined the best 3 pieces of chocolate cake and carefully wrapped them up for the walk back. After removing all traces of his presence and disposing of the dye bottle in the kitchen trash, Ijaat slid back out of the complex with no one the wiser.

All too soon, Ijaat was back within sight of Charlie Bunker. He carefully made his way back around to DFP 8. He watched with approval as Payton and Jones continuously watched the tree line. He crept up to the tree line and stepped out into the open. Before long, Jones spotted him leaning casually against the trees.

"Halt! Who goes there?" Jones asked, already knowing the answer.

"Trainee Ordo, Flight 1342, Alpha Flight," Ijaat replied casually.

"Approach to be recognized."

Ijaat walked forward grinning.

"Blue."

"Butterflies."

"Damn. Where the hell did you come from? I didn't see nothing until you were leaned up against that tree." Jones was a little bit spooked by his sudden appearance.

"I just pulled off my cloak of invisibility and poof. Ta-da."

"Right, I'll believe that as soon as I see your wand, Harry," Jones was no longer spooked and had started to grin.

"Well, if I must," Ijaat pulled out his bag and pointed a finger at it, "Ala-ka-zam…" Ijaat then pulled out the carefully wrapped pieces of cake. "Is that good enough for you, Ron?"

"Oh, yeah," Jones snagged one of the pieces of cake. "Hey, this is good," he commented around a mouth full of cake.

"Only da best for me men," Ijaat blustered between mouthfuls of cake.

"Benji, Dynomutt," their radios crackled to life.

Ijaat swallowed his bite, "Go ahead, Dynomutt."

"You are requested to rendezvous with a ghost at Lassie's location," the command post instructed.

"Copy, Benji, out," Ijaat replied. Lassie was the call sign for CRT 1 and a ghost was the code name for the EET members. Ijaat quickly finished his piece of cake and finished wiping the dirt from his face and hands. He gave the two sentries a casual wave, "See ya, Dino 8."

"Later, Dorm Chief."

Ijaat quickly made his way to the bunk house where his CRT 1 would stage was assigned. As he entered the bunk house he immediately noticed the EET member, TSgt Vega. He gave his Ijaat-mates a casual wave and went over the TI.

"Sir, you requested a rendezvous?"

TSgt Vega smiled in welcome, "Yes, I did Dorm Chief. Walk with me." TSgt Vega immediately turned and started for the nearest exit. Jon followed in his wake.

"Dorm Chief, I was just looking over your posting schedule and had a few questions," TSgt Vega started.

Ijaat glanced at the TI warily, "Sure, Sir. What do you want to know?"

"First, you have two extra teams, why?"

Ijaat carefully considered his answer. "Well, Sir, we had more people than postings. They can backfill for the PAR team or the CRT. In fact, when we lose a trainee during the exercise, either to injury or simulated death, they will back fill the other postings. I noticed that there was no Fire Team assigned and created one. As for the rest, well… Manpower really says it all."

TSgt Vega carefully considered Ijaat's answer. It really just presented more questions than answers. Hollywood had touched on Fire Teams rarely and as yet had never glorified the Manpower Team. So how did this kid know about them? And of course, none of this fitted with TSgt Vega's suspicions about Ijaat's past. Finally, he sighed. "It occurs to me, Ordo, that I don't really know all that much about your background."

Ijaat was instantly on alert. He reviewed his answers to see what might have triggered this line of questioning. He couldn't detect any red flags. So, what had prompted that comment. Ijaat wasn't quite ready to drop his shielding yet. He was too tired to guarantee control. "Ah, Sir?"

But TSgt Vega wasn't ready to share his findings or to question Jon further, "Don't worry about it, Ordo. Now, show me your teams."

Jon eyed TSgt Vega warily, "Yes, Sir" He directed the TI back into the bunk house. "PAR 1 and CRT 1 are stationed here…"

The exhausted Squad was relieved by Bravo Flight on time. They once again made quick work of breakfast to make it to their first briefing at 0700. Today was the Chemical, Biological, and Nuclear Defence training. Few of the trainees had enough energy left to worry about the impending gas chamber.

TSgt Simon was back again as their instructor. He showed a level of patience hereto unknown to the trainees as he walked the Alpha and Charlie Flights through the Chemical Protective Over garment (CPO), the Mission Oriented Protective Postures (MOPP levels), and contamination avoidance.

"…Alright, now that you all have proven to me that you can successfully wear the CPO, what is the difference between MOPP 3 and MOPP 4?"

"Ah, Sir… in MOPP 4 we wear everything, but MOPP 3 we wear everything but the gloves," Seymour answered.

"Correct, but do you know why?" TSgt Simon asked.

The Squad replied with dumb looks.

"Because, once in a while, there will be an increased threat of an NBC attack with little or no warning. But not very often. Our usual procedure is to progress from MOPP 0 to 2 to 4 then back to 2 for clean areas. Now for the good news, because of the current weather conditions, Capt. Collins has authorized the Mask and Gloves Only MOPP option. So you will simulate, MOPP 2 with BDU sleeves down and when directed go to MOPP 4 with only the glove inserts, gloves, and gas mask" TSgt Simon grinned at the trainees. They were all too tired to do more than smile at the welcome news.

Of course this good news was off-set by the next lesson, the gas chamber. The trainees were told to mask up and then dutifully crammed into a small hut with no windows. Into this small enclosed area, the instructors tossed several tear gas canisters. All the trainees had to do was count to ten and then exit the building in an orderly manner.

Sounds simple enough until you mix in nearly 100 overly tired trainees. Inevitably, at least one of the trainee's panics. In Ijaat's Squad, it was the Carson kid.

Luckily, Ijaat and Korkie noticed that he was a bit panicky before he put his mask on and entered the building. When he started to freak, Korkie pinned his arms and Ijaat gently led them out of the building. Once outside, Carson immediately calmed down and didn't even try to remove his mask before he was told.

For the rest of the morning, TSgt Simon talked about the various chemical biological agents that have been developed into weapons. He explained their symptoms, treatment, and antidotes. Finally, as the most dedicated of the trainees was about to drop, he explained the Contamination Control Area (CCA). Its purpose, location, and a basic description of how the contamination was removed without injuring the member.

TSgt Simon then released them for a late lunch and their much needed sleep cycle. Jon made sure to check for mail, before retiring to bed himself. He decided that the post briefing was a better time to hand it out.

"Snoopy, Benji," Ijaat called on the radio. They had been on shift for almost 30 minutes. The base had gone into FPCON Charlie during the last shift. Ijaat knew that the base would be upgraded to FPCON Delta soon. Before that happened, he needed to talk to his Fire Team.

"Go ahead, Benji."

"Request rendezvous at Dino 6. Copy"

"Copy. Rendezvous at Dino 6. Snoopy out"

Ijaat worked his way over to Dino 6. They weren't challenging him tonight. The DFP's had all the practice they would get. Sometime tonight the games would really begin.

"Hey, Dorm Chief," Sanders greeted.

"Howdy, campers. Anything yet?" Ijaat asked.

Sanders' partner, Nelson, just shook his head.

"Sweet" Ijaat turned as he heard the Fire Team approach. "Let's take a walk" Ijaat reached for his radio, "Dynomutt, Benji"

"Go ahead, Benji"

"Snoopy and Benji will be out of the back yard. Response is within 3 Mikes. Copy."

Ijaat's radio crackled, "Copy. Snoopy and Benji are out of the back yard but within 3 Mikes. Dynomutt, out"

Ijaat turned back to his Fire Team. "Alright, boys, it's time to learn some tricks of the trade."

Ijaat led the Fire Team a short distance into the surrounding Jungle. He turned down his radio and motioned the others to do the same. "Circle up. Okay, you can't do anything about your MILES sensors. To mess with them is forbidden. The EET will have a 'God gun.' It is a sonic toy that is guaranteed to trip your sensors, unless you have disabled them. So, you are stuck being vulnerable to enemy fire.

"But there is no rule about futzing with the lasers." Jon pulled up his rifle. He carefully pointed it away from the group. "The laser is triggered by an impact. Normally, it will 'shoot' when you fire a blank round. However, if you tap the back of the laser hard enough, like this, it will also fire. This essentially lets you shoot when you are out of rounds, or better yet, when you don't want the noise of the rifle to give your position away. Don't get caught doing it. But it will significantly extend your ammunition. I also want to put one of you up a tree to snipe the aggressors from behind. Again, wait for the aggressors to fire on the bunker then start picking them off. No noise to expose you and the fire from the bunker will cover your kills"

"That really works?" Korkie asked.

Ijaat gave his bunk mate a grin, "Of course. Have I been wrong yet?"

Korkie gave him a strange look, "No. And frankly, that concerns me. But, I'll accept your word that this will work too. Now, show us again how hard to tap"

Ijaat went through the demonstration again. He coached each of the Fire Team members through doing it themselves until they felt comfortable with the procedure. He checked his watch. "Time to check in" Ijaat reached for his radio again, "Benji with a radio check"

He waited and soon the radio cackled to life, "Read you loud and clear, Benji"

Korkie nodded, "Snoopy with a radio check"

Again the radio responded, "Read you loud and clear, Snoopy"

Ijaat listened to the radio as each post called in. He counted and found that all his teams had reported in. Finally, the last call came through, "Dynomutt with a radio check."

Ijaat replied, "Read you loud and clear, Dynomutt."

Ijaat turned back to the Fire Team. "The exercise will start in earnest in the next hour. Before that happens, I want to show you the path to Echo bunker. We won't execute the operation tonight. We will be too busy."

"Are we going to go tomorrow?" Smith asked. He was one of his hunters from North Dakota.

"No. I think it would be best to wait until the last night of the exercise. Things will start to wind down and we should be able to sneak off," Ijaat replied. "Now, everyone turn off your radios. I'll keep mine on minimal volume"

Everyone complied and then followed Ijaat as he led the way through the woods. The trainees took note of the well-used path leading up to the bunker and the many paths that branched off of it. Ijaat motioned them off the path and up a small hill. They soon could see the entire bunker complex laid out before them.

Ijaat whispered, "The layout is almost exactly the same as our bunker. Alpha bunk house has the PJ trainees in it. This will be the main target. Bravo bunk house has the PJ instructors in it. This will be a secondary target, but use EXTREME caution. They are a lot more alert than the trainees. If we can't get them, then we will skip that target. Charlie and Delta bunk houses have the EET members in them. This is NOT a target. The CP and Flag Poles are our final targets. I'll take the CP. They will be awake and directing their aggressors for that shift, so it will be harder to complete all the assigned tasks. The flag pole, as you can see, is completely unguarded. Our final target will be to replace the 'Devil Dogs' with something highly inappropriate. Any questions?"

The Fire Team shook their heads. Ijaat nodded and motioned them to head back to Charlie bunker.

The group was almost back to the bunker when Ijaat heard the radio click. He increased the volume. "Benji, Dynomutt"

"Go ahead, Dynomutt"

"Ghost requests a rendezvous at Dino ,"

Ijaat smirked, "Wilco. Benji, out" Ijaat turned to the others, "If anyone asks, we were patrolling the bunker from the outside to determine the most likely approaches of attack and the best way to defend against them. Keep doing that now, so you can answer their questions. I'll head in" The Fire Team nodded and turned away from the bunker to start a slow circle around the complex.

As Ijaat approached the DFP he made sure to make extra noise. He carefully emerged from the trees with his hands away from his weapon.

"Halt!" Ijaat stopped. "Who goes there?"

"Trainee Ordo, Squad 1342, Alpha Squad," Ijaat replied.

"Approached to be recognized"

Ijaat approached the DFP. He heard the challenge, "Fluffy."

Ijaat couldn't contain his smile as he gave the countersign, "Bunnies."

Only after he had given the proper countersign did he finally see Sanders' head pop up. "Who the hell picks these challenge words anyway?" was his only greeting.

Ijaat grinned in return, "Someone with way too much time on their hands," he replied. "You have a ghost for me?"

"Yeah." Sanders jerked his hand towards the back of the DFP.

"Attention in the area. This is the Giant Voice with an exercise input. Exercise, exercise, exercise. Enemy aircraft have been seen within a 100 mile radius. All personnel are to assume simulated MOPP 2. Repeat, enemy aircraft have been seen within a 100 mile radius. All personnel are to assume simulated MOPP 2. Force Protection Condition Delta. Alarm Yellow. MOPP 2. Repeat Force Protection Condition Delta. Alarm Yellow. MOPP 2"

Here we go!

Ijaat waited for the next radio broadcast from Dynomutt. Hopefully, Capt. Collins had updated the alarm condition to coincide with the new threat.

Come on! This should be automatic. Trained monkey's can see that you have to announce alarm yellow.

Finally, the radio clicked, "All personnel, Alarm Yellow, FPCON Delta. Assume MOPP 2. Dynomutt, out"

About damn time. "Benji, all present and accounted for." Ijaat started the roll call that he had insisted on after any change in the bunker's status. His call was quickly followed by Lassie and so on. Ijaat started jogging to the CP to find out what was going on.

Inside the CP, his two Squad-mates, Carson and Seymour, were busy taking in messages from the Survival Recovery Center (SRC).

Hell! No wonder it took so long. The damn captain isn't even awake yet.

Ijaat sent Carson to wake Capt. Collins. The PA warning rang just as the Captain arrived.

"Attention in the area. This is the Giant Voice with an exercise input. Exercise, exercise, exercise." The PA then played a recording of jets streaking overhead followed by several explosions.

Ijaat immediately hit the air attack alarm, not waiting for the sleepy Captain to give the command. He could just hear the wavering tone echo through the courtyard. He dropped to his knees and put on his Helmet and gloves for simulated MOPP 4. When he was properly geared up, he looked over at his Squad-mates. They were quickly donning their gear. He nodded approvingly at his two Squad-mates as they finished getting into their gear. Ijaat set his helmet back on his head and then attached his voice emitter to his gas mask.

Ijaat moved over to the Captain. The Captain didn't seem to exhibit the same sense of urgency that the training instructors had been trying to get the trainees to display. Ijaat watched in disgust as the Captain took his time putting his gloves on.

He finally couldn't take it anymore. "Sir, should I announce the new alarm and MOPP level?" Ijaat's voice was slightly distorted the voice emitter.

The Captain turned to Ijaat and gave a visible sigh, "Yeah. Alarm Red. MOPP 4"

Ijaat resisted the urge to shake his head where the Captain could see him. "Carson" Ijaat called.

Carson turned to Ijaat. "Got it, Dorm Chief," his voice also distorted.

"You use the PA to announce our current status so the guys sleeping in the other bunk houses know. I'll radio the Squad" Ijaat stepped away from Carson so his call wouldn't interfere with Carson's announcement. Jon spoke slowly and as clearly as possible to minimize the distortion in his voice through the emitter and the radio, "All units. FPCON Delta… Alarm Red... Simulated MOPP 4… Repeat… FPCON Delta... Alarm Red... Simulated MOPP 4… Give Dynomutt your count. Benji, out"

He waited for a response, just like before. "Lassie, all present and accounted for"

"Rin Tin Tin, all present and accounted for"

Ijaat listened as each one of his units called and announced that they had everyone. Finally ending with Dino 8. Now the other Squads should sound off.

"Bravo is all present and accounted for"

"Charlie is all present and accounted for"

"Delta is all present and accounted for"

Ijaat turned back to Seymour, who had been checking each unit and Squad off of his checklist. Finally, Seymour turned to Capt. Collins. "All personnel are present and accounted for, Sir"

The Captain walked over to the phone and dialed the SRC. "Charlie bunker, all present and accounted for…Yes, Sir." The Captain hung up the phone and turned back to the trainees. "Alarm Black. MOPP 4. The SRC is sending out initial recon teams. You might as well get comfortable. This could take a while." And with that sage advice, the Captain stretched out on the floor and went back to sleep, helmet and all.

Carson made the announcement to change from Alarm Red (under attack) to Alarm Black (attack is over and NBC contamination and/or UXO hazards are suspected or present). Ijaat repeated the same announcement on the radio.

That done, Ijaat made himself comfortable in a nearby chair. Before long, sweat started to drip down his face inside the mask. It was annoying and there was nothing he could do about it. Well, maybe not nothing. But ripping the mask off to wipe sweat was not considered kosher. Then again…

Ijaat leaned back in the chair, balancing it on two legs, and began one of his least favourite exercise games; the sweat maze. Yup, just like the old children's marble maze game, Ijaat would tilt and turn his head to keep the sweat from running into his eyes. Of course, this game was infinitely more challenging because he had to contend with multiple bogeys from multiple locations.

The group waited nearly 30 minutes before the SRC called to declare that the initial sweep was clear and to send out secondary teams.

Ijaat glanced over to the snoring Captain in disgust. He should have awoken when the phone rang. It was loud enough. Scratch that, he should have stayed awake as an example to the trainees. Stupid… lazy…

Dad may have been a difficult SOB to work with, but he never slouched off on a job, especially training. You needed every second of practice you could get, because the real thing was 20 times worse. You play like you fight. And the Captain must like to play dead, because he sure wouldn't last a week under dad's command.

This Captain acted like he was enduring some kind of punishment, rather than facilitating the exercise for the trainees. Dad had always operated on the principle that you don't HAVE to train. You GET to. Ijaat was exactly like dad in that regard. His father had too many memories of times when his training had saved his life and the lives of his team-mates.

Nope, training was too important to slouch off. And the example that this Captain was showing these new Air Force trainee was despicable. Idly, Ijaat wondered if Capt. Collins behaviour would improve if an EET member was here watching him.

The rest of the morning was more of the same. Two more air attacks and one rocket attack had the Charlie bunker in MOPP 4 for most of the rest of their shift. When Bravo Squad finally relieved them, the whole group was tired and dragging.

After a quick breakfast, Ijaat had the Squad form up in the courtyard. They were instructed by Capt. Collins to fill sand bags and fortify their positions using expedient hardening, i.e. sandbag walls.

He broke up the Squad into their elements and directed two elements to fill while the other two carried. He switched every hour to give the illusion of variety. Luckily, the ongoing air attacks would send the Flight scurrying to the nearest bunker. They stayed in MOPP 4 long enough to relax from the hard physical labour of moving sandbags. A few of his Squad-mates even managed to doze off.

Just before lunch, the first of the casualties arrived wearing a big black vest announcing that he was DOA. The poor souls helped fill and carry the bags but didn't get to rest when the group went into MOPP 4 yet again.

Finally, they were relieved for lunch by Bravo Squad and again ate quickly and hit the latrine, before turning in at their bunk house.

Ijaat called everyone over before they fell into their bunks to try and sleep. "Okay, campers, I know you are all exhausted. If you want to sleep uninterrupted, I recommend that you sleep with your gas mask and gloves on. The element leaders and I will take turns keeping watch and conducting a roll call. We will wake you if we go to MOPP 4 and you are not already suited up. Get to your bunks and we'll do one final roll call before lights out. Finally, if you care, I have today's mail" Ijaat held up the bag of mail. Only two people stuck around to see if they received anything. The rest worked towards their cots and fell into them.

The last roll call found his Squads 'all present and accounted for.' Ijaat took first watch and soon was surrounded by the sound of his team mates snoring muffled by their gas masks.

Thursday's shift was a lot more exciting than Wednesday's. Instead of near constant air attacks, they were busy repelling near constant ground attacks. Ijaat and the Fire Team were busy responding to different SALUTE reports. His Manpower Team was already back filling for the 3 guys that had been 'killed' during these attacks.

The EET were a constant presence. They seemed to attack the trainees during any lull in the action. They asked for definitions, alarms, signals, MOPP levels, SABC treatment options for a list of symptoms, EE-3 characteristics, and so on. Never giving the trainees a chance to relax.

The whole Squad was both anticipating and dreading their Bravo Squad relief. Anticipating because they would no longer be the main target of the EET. Dreading because they would once again be filling sandbags with tired, achy muscles.

Around 0500, Ijaat had finally had it with the ground attacks. He broke off from the CP and waved at Dino 3 before disappearing into the tree line. Once in the trees, he circled the compound until he was overlooking the compound from a small hill above Dino 5. He sighted in and as the enemy began to appear, he would snipe them from the hill.

The aggressors finally, figured out what he was doing and tried to surround his position, but Ijaat was already ahead of them. He slipped into the trees and waited for the first of the PJ trainees to pass. As the hapless militiaman, walked by, Ijaat grabbed him in a bear hug, stole his knife and pressed the dull edge into the trainee's neck.

"You're dead, militiaman," Ijaat whispered into the man's ear.

The aggressor relaxed in his grip.

"Strip off your gear. Keep the MILES. I'll take your weapons."

"But…" the man tried to protest.

"Ack! You are dead. You don't care remember?"

"Right" The kilitiaman stripped off his gear.

Ijaat stacked up his gear and told his dead captive to move and lay down in the spot that Ijaat had been sniping from. Then he waited for the next one, and the next one, until he had a tidy pile of gear.

"Thanks for the re-supply. Have fun at the morgue," Ijaat gave as a farewell and returned to the bunker loaded with gear.

Surprisingly, Ijaat made it all the way back to the bunk house without seeing anyone but his Squad-mates. He stowed the gear and when asked, said that he had recovered it from several of the enemy kills just outside the walls. This made his Squad-mates grin.

Ijaat barely remembered the rest of the day. He was so tired that he was on auto-pilot. He responded to the alarms and signals automatically. Often catching himself right before he made the wrong action. Twice he found himself running towards the sound of gunfire in the distance before he remembered that he was supposed to seek shelter instead.

That afternoon he fell into a deep exhausted sleep.

Friday continued Thursday's pace. The trainees woke up exhausted. Ijaat made sure they posted properly and continued as they had the last several days. After one air attack, the EET seemed satisfied that they were going to continue to maintain the exhausting pace.

Then they disappeared. Apparently the EET needed to sleep too.

Ijaat thought that this would be their best chance to pull off their prank. He joined the Fire Team at Dino 4 and the group silently slid into the Jungle.

As tired as they were, Ijaat was proud of how well his team-mates were holding up under the stress. Even knowing how exhausted they must feel, they still moved quietly through the trees towards the enemy bunker.

Once the bunker was in sight, the group broke up into 4 groups. Ijaat alone would try to handle the third objective, the CP. One group of two, korkie and Gumm, would handle sabotaging the PJ trainees. Meanwhile, Smith setup the trip wires on the PJ instructors' bunk house, and Emery would steal the flag and fly a replacement.

Ijaat snuck into the CP building. He quietly filled two water bottles with clear vinegar and set them next to the coffee pot. The CP had a habit of storing water nearby to ensure a continuous flow of coffee. The vinegar would spoil at least one pot for sure. Next, Ijaat set up a continuous line across every surface in the hallway. It took 10 minutes to setup, but anyone rushing into the CP would be instantly tangled by the cord. Finally, Ijaat tied each of the individual rooms' door knobs to a door knob across the hallway. The doors would open about 6 inches, but only one at a time.

The whole time, Ijaat could hear the CP technician working in the CP talking on the radio and making calls, directing the opposition as they worked into position. Ijaat slipped out of the building as silently as he snuck in, and went to the overlook point that had been designated as their rendezvous point.

Ijaat slid next to Emery and Smith where they were waiting. "How'd it go?" he asked.

Smith's grin was answer enough.

Emery replied, "Easy as pie, Dorm Chief" He handed the 'Devil Dogs' flag to Ijaat.

"Good." Ijaat pulled out a pair of 'recovered' binoculars. He watched Alpha bunker looking for any sign of Korkie and Gumm. The pair finally emerged and put the final trip wires in place at either end of the bunk house before entering the woods.

Ijaat turned the binoculars to the flag pole and spied Ruso's handiwork. The replacement flag for the 'Devil Dogs' was a white apron purloined from the kitchen linen with the words 'Toasted Puppies' emblazoned on either side. At the bottom, not visible from his vantage point, Ijaat had written "'In war there is no substitute for victory.' – General Douglas MacArthur. Ka-Boom. Signed Your Enemy." The early morning breeze was making the apron flap merrily in the wind. "Nice"

Once Korkie and Gumm made the rendezvous point, group made their way back towards Charlie bunker. Once they were within sight, Ijaat stopped the group. "Pick sniper positions. One per side. Call an attack when you see it, but wait until you hear the DFP's fire before eliminating the enemy silently."

Ijaat left them in the woods as he made his way silently back to the bunker complex. As he approached the perimeter, Ijaat could see that the EET had returned in force. He slipped by the DFP team while they were busy being grilled by the EET member.

Ijaat angled back towards the bunk house and had almost made it when he heard "Ordo"

Damn! He turned to give TSgt Vega a welcoming smile. "Yes, Sir."

"I finally found you. I want you to walk me through your defensive plan for today."

Ijaat gave a small internal sigh, "Yes, Sir. Today, I have rotated the Dino teams…" he continued to outline his plan for defending the compound today. TSgt Vega continued to grill him in such a way that he might have begun to doubt his strategies. But he knew the strategies were sound. Otherwise the only Military College on Mandalor wouldn't teach them to all the high ranking officers.

Finally satisfied, TSgt Vega let Ijaat continue to the bunk house, just in time for another air strike. The rest of the shift was just as busy. But Ijaat did find the time to properly fold the enemy flag into a nice tight bundle.

After Bravo Flight relieved them, Ijaat and his Squad once again filled sandbags and continued to harden the existing structures. His Squad no longer sat down so much as controlled their collapse. The release for lunch couldn't come soon enough.

Ijaat swung by the CP to pick up the day's mail and make one small final delivery. He snuck into the Captain's quarters and hung the 'Devil Dogs' flag in the Captain's window where the whole bunker could see it, if they were looking. And Ijaat knew that Chief Gunderson would be looking.

With his last mission accomplished, Ijaat slipped back out of the building and returned to his bunk house to hand out mail and take his watch.

Around 2000 hrs, the exercise termination was called. Ruso woke Ijaat so he could report to the CP for orders. The trip was wasted as the only orders were for the trainees to stand down and rest. Ijaat reported back to the bunk house. He and Ruso stripped the helmets and gloves off their sleeping team mates. As a testament to how exhausted the trainees were, only two woke up during the process.

Ijaat sent Ruso to his bunk and returned to his own bunk in the CP for the first time in 3 days.

Saturday dawned bright and clear. TSgt Vega was well rested after leaving the exercise area early last night. The trainees had performed very well during the exercise; His trainees more so than the Squads accompanying them. To say that he was preening, would not be a stretch.

The Charlie bunker 'hot wash' was scheduled at 0800. TSgt Vega was more than ready to attend the 'hot wash' for the exercise. He had been able to identify only a few faults with his trainees. He was curious to see if anyone else had similar difficulties.

TSgt Vega entered the briefing room to find only three other people already in attendance. One was a TI he recognized from the 324th. But the other two were strangers. TSgt Vega was curious about the large black man in the corner wearing a hat. He had seen him observing the trainees during the exercise, but had not been able to meet him formally.

"Morning all" TSgt Vega greeted the room. He picked his way through the mass of chairs in the briefing room to the stranger. "Hello, I'm TSgt Vega. The TI for Squad 1342. I haven't had a chance to meet you yet" He extended his hand to the large black man.

The stranger regarded TSgt Vega closely before slowly clasping his hand. "I am called Teal'c and I return your greeting, Technical Sergeant Vega."

TSgt Vega felt like he had just passed some kind of test. The stranger had a strange formal accent, but otherwise was an oddly soothing presence. "So, what did you think about my trainees. I had the ones working the early morning shift, Alpha Squad"

Again as the stranger regarded him, TSgt Vega felt himself being weighed and measured. But he had nothing to hide, he returned the man's steady gaze with one of his own. He received a faint nod before Teal'c spoke.

"I found the whole battle to be most illuminating." Teal'c paused, "Do you command the one called Ordo?"

TSgt Vega had never heard it put quite the way before, but… "Yes, he is my Dorm Chief."

"And this… 'Dorm Chief' is a position of leadership?"

The question caught TSgt Vega off guard. The term Dorm Chief was well known throughout the Air Force. That this man could be on the EET, but not Air Force, was very strange. "Yes… You're not Mandalor Militia are you?"

The man gave him a slight bow at the head, "I am not."

"Ah, well then, the Dorm Chief is the ranking trainee in any Squad. The trainees report to their Element Leader. The Element Leaders report to the Dorm Chief. The Dorm Chief reports to the TI," TSgt Vega explained.

"Thank you. Your explanation is most helpful."

Just then several people stormed into the briefing room. One Major looked royally pissed and was closely flanked by an equally pissed off Chief. Both were wearing PJ wings and berets. TSgt Vega recognized Chief Gunderson from the previous week and wondered who could piss off the happy go lucky Chief. TSgt Vega winced and took several steps back to remain out of the line of fire.

The Major scanned the room, apparently looking for someone in particular. And apparently not finding him. "Where is he?" he asked the room.

"Uh, who, Sir?"

"The former Captain Collins, that's who."

"He hasn't made it yet, Sir," TSgt Vega ventured, before boldly gesturing for the Major to take a seat at the table.

Soon other EET members and the other TI's arrived, but still no Capt. Collins. The briefing started promptly at 0800. Capt. Collins failed to show to provide any input.

Each of the Squads received passing grades for the exercise. Alpha Squad was recognized as the outstanding performer for not only the bunker, but for the whole exercise area. Each of the TI's were commended and instructed to return to their Squads and assume command.

As he was leaving, TSgt Vega pulled Chief Gunderson aside. "Chief, what happened?"

The Chief gave TSgt Vega an evil, grim smile, "Capt. Collins orchestrated a counter-strike on Echo bunker."

"He did? I was under the impression that Capt. Collins couldn't lead a dog out of a box. How do you know it was him?" TSgt Vega asked.

Chief appeared to consider his question, "The flag was hanging in his bunk room… But, you know, now that I think about it, you're right. But how did the flag get into his room?"

Now, TSgt Vega was confused, but before he could reply he heard Teal'c's deep voice, "Of what flag do you speak?"

The Chief turned to regard the new man. Teal'c returned his gaze steadily. "Our 'colours' went missing Friday morning. They were found in Capt. Collins room in Charlie bunker that afternoon"

Teal'c turned to TSgt Vega for and explanation, "His colours are the flag that his unit flies. It is usually specific to a unit"

"Indeed. Then to lose such a flag would bring great dishonour to the unit." Teal'c turned back to the Chief who was turning red at the mention of dishonour. "Would your anger not be better spent on disciplining the sentries on duty rather than directed at the one who succeeded in acquiring such a prize against difficult odds?"

The Chief gapped at Teal'c and then turned deep red in embarrassment. "There were no sentries on duty"

Teal'c turned and looked at TSgt Vega confused, "Were they not on opposite sides of the battlefield? Why would one side post sentries and the other not?"

"Ah, well, the trainee bunkers are not supposed to attack the aggressors' camp," TSgt Vega replied.

"Is this written in the Rules of Engagement?" Teal'c asked.

TSgt Vega considered the question, was it? "No, it isn't."

Teal'c turned back to the Chief, "Then you should have expected a counter-attack and posted sentries to defend your compound. Anything less is arrogance for in battle nothing is certain. To be angry at an enemy for taking advantage of your weakness is cowardly" The Chief looked suitably chastised. Teal'c turned back to TSgt Vega. "It has been an honour to meet you, Technical Sergeant Vega. I shall see you again at graduation. Until then, goodbye." Teal'c bowed his head again before walking around the pair and exiting the briefing room.

The Chief and TSgt Vega watched him exit.

"Well, that was odd," Chief Gunderson stated out loud. "Where do you know him from?"

"I don't. He was EET. I just met him before the meeting," TSgt Vega replied.

"He's going to your Squads graduation?"

"Apparently." TSgt Vega shook himself and turned back to the Chief. "If I had to guess, I would say that he works with the Ordo kid's uncle. He asked about my Dorm Chief earlier. I mean, how else would a civilian get permission to evaluate BMT trainees?"

Chief Gunderson tensed at the name Ordo. "In war there is no substitute for victory," the Chief whispered to himself.

Chief flashed back to a time when he had been chewed out by his team leader for failing to give an exercise the proper amount of attention. He had argued that it wasn't real, only a war game. Major Jack O'Neill had countered that it was never a game and that his actions had directly resulted in the death of his entire team. The Major ended the lecture with the quote and then proceeded to make his life hell for the last 3 days of the exercise. "Ah hell. Damn it!" Chief Gunderson turned back to TSgt Vega. "Do you know that for a fact? About him working with Ordo?"

"No. Why?"

"'Cause, I think ol' Coyote just pulled one over on me. That or he learned how to chew me out without actually being here" He rubbed his hand on his forehead, trying to stave off a tension headache.

"Ah…"

"Never mind." Chief sighed, "I'll go reign in the Major. And he was so looking forward to hurting Collins"

"Alright, I'll see you around, Chief" TSgt Vega left to go collect his Flight.

Why was everything so damn weird around the Ordo kid? Why couldn't he just have a normal BMT Squad? TSgt Vega just couldn't resolve the loose ends around the kid. The harder he tried to tie them up, the looser they got.

TSgt Vega now doubted that the kid had been in any kind of gang. Killed? Maybe. Seen something horrible and lived? Definitely. The nightmares were proof enough of that. But TSgt Vega was through making assumptions about the kid and his past. He would instead collect only facts.

From what TSgt Vega observed this week, he knew for a fact that the kid had seen battle before. Not just gunfire, but an all-out fire-fight. In fact, the kid was conditioned to respond to gunfire by running towards it, battle ready. Gangs don't give you that kind of automatic response. Neither does any kind of police training that TSgt Vega has ever heard of. Gangs train to run away. Police train to duck. Only the military trains to run towards. But the kid was far too young to have any practical military experience.

And that, dear Watson, leaves us with the most improbable; that the kid had been raised as some kind of super-warrior.

But that made even less sense as the rest. This wasn't some kind of Sci-Fi special. Why train a super-warrior from babyhood just to send him to BMT? And, for all intents and purposes, the kid acted like any other normal teenager.

TSgt Vega spent the rest of his morning trying to coax his exhausted Squad to clean and tidy the bunker complex. After they had packed the last of their gear, TSgt Vega had them load all their bags onto the back of a flatbed truck. They had finished just in time to break for lunch. TSgt Vega made sure they were fed and watered for the long march back to the dorm.

Oddly enough, the whole Squad was in an excellent, if exhausted, mood. They were tired, but TSgt Vega didn't hear a single complaint about the work or even about the march. It was almost eerie. TSgt Vega chalked it up to his imagination. He kept hoping that they were just too tired to complain… or something like that.

TSgt Vega also kept a quiet watch on the ordo kid. As exhausted as he was, he still managed to keep up the encouraging comments and lend a helping hand to those who were obviously past their limit. The kid was a natural leader. TSgt Vega could see how he cared for each of his Squad-mates. It was a bond that couldn't be faked and was demonstrated, not with words, but with actions.

As TSgt Vega expanded his observations, he noticed that the Element Leaders were unconsciously mimicking Ordo. Each was ensuring that the trainees assigned to their Element were cared for first and only then would see to themselves. Finally, the rest of the Squad followed where the others led. They volunteered to help without coaxing, even though they were numb exhaustion.

TSgt Vega couldn't argue with the result. The Squad was an efficient machine that worked well together under the most stressful of conditions. He doubted that he would have been able to see this interaction for himself if the whole Squad had not been too tired to remember that he was there. And for that, TSgt Vega felt privileged. These new Militiamen would take this lesson with them to the rest of the militia.

Today was another day where it was truly worth being a BMT TI. He could only feel pride for what his Squad had accomplished. Definitely worth it!

Anyway, TSgt Vega had happily spent the whole week in a dank bunker, sleeping on a bunk. He was almost dreading going back to the squadron and its latest rounds of practical jokes. He almost wondered what had been happening at the squadron, but not enough to want to ask anyone.

However, the smile was soon wiped of his face. "This is bunker hill, we are being overrun by black stalkers and shriek hawks repeat we are be-AHHHHHHH" as then transmission ceased. "Get everyone in this bunker armed now!" TSgt Vega ordered.

"Why?" asked Captain Collins.

"The wildlife is coming, they've already overwhelmed Bunker hill, we need to arm everyone and man the walls" The next twenty minutes were spent running around arming the Squads and EETs with weaponry to combat the potentially incoming wildlife.

Ijaat yawned. He was still exhausted from warrior week but now he and the other Squads faced the possibility of a genuine attack. Ijaat stared into the dense jungle surrounding the bunker, there was a god fifty metres distance that had been cleared. Ijaat stared closely again. "What the hell?"Ijaat thought as he grabbed his binoculars. Ijaat gazed in fear at what was approaching. "Sir! Bugs are coming!" Ijaat screamed to the Captain. Similar shouts came from all sides. The creatures were coming. But they weren't alone.

Plasma was launched at the Bunker. Two men got instantly scorched. I looked back and saw the burnt bodies. "Freaking Artillery!" Ijaat screamed. Ijaat fired with his EE-3 at the approaching black Stalkers as they quickly approached. But they didn't realize the numbers of the Bugs. It was like there was an entire army. Ijaat felt he was going to die.

Black stalkers ran screaming songs of death at the defenders. Ijaat just kept firing. We were lucky to hit a few Bugs with each round. "Why don't you die!" The person next to him screamed, just before a Shriek hawk grabbed him. Ijaat quickly turned and fired a three round burst at the bird, as a result it fell to the ground and dropped the now terrified militiaman to the ground. Ijaat continued to fire. Black Stalkers were trying to climb up the walls. One Bug had its claws into the metal. The others saw this and did the same. Ijaat smiled and shook his head and dropped a grenade.

Need I say more?

Artillery, presumably from the death watch, Black stalkers and Shriek hawks kept coming. Ijaat fired, and fired and fired. Still they kept their seizure up. lasers flew, Bugs ran, plasma burned, then the worst happened. I looked behind me. The bunkers doors started breaking. they all turned their attention to the door. But they forgot the Shriek hawks. Men started to be snatched away. The door broke and black Stalkers stabbed some men. Ijaat noticed Vega was going berserk. The Captain was doing the same; we could all tell he hated the Bugs more than all of them, surprising seeing as he was so lazy during the warrior week. The door mat was literally soaked with Bug juice because of him and a OAG machine gun he had.

Black Stalkers started pouring in. "Die mother fuckers!" Ijaat screamed as he flung a flurry of grenades at the door. A chain of explosions went off. Bug parts scattered around. A Shriek Hawk flew at him, Ijaat fired an entire round at its face and rolled away before it crashed into him. Ijaat got up and fired at the Bugs at the wall. He then noticed something bad. The Bug corpses were slumping into one big pile. "This day is getting better," Ijaat sighed sarcastically in his head. What to do? These Bugs were far too smart for their own good.

"You! Get down here and cover me!" the Captian roared at him. Ijaat instantly obeyed "I'm gonna see if we can get saved! Cover my back!" The Captain ran into the outpost. Ijaat followed him, but exterminating any Bugs that came too close. Ijaat saw one guy get surrounded by the fuckers. They chopped him up like a butcher to ham. A Black stalker ran up to me. Ijaat panicked and smashed it in the head with my gun. It flinched. Ijaat remembered the training video. "Aim for the eyes, the head stem or the legs." Ijaat aimed his gun at its eye. Ijaat caught a glimpse of its fear.

"Enjoy hell!" Ijaat shouted as Ijaat blew the bastards brains out.

"This is Captain Collins OAG 1! Come in Amestris!" the Captain yelled into the Comm. link. A muffled reply came through. We could just barely make it out. "We need a pick up! There are way too many, we're at Bunker Alpha!" the Captain screamed into the mike. "Affirmative Captain, this is the OAG Amestris we are sending two warbirds" came a static reply. The Captain made a fist and said 'yes' through clenched teeth. Ijaat ran outside to continue the mindless killing. Ijaat blew up a large amount of Black Stalkers when he noticed something happening in the ground.

"Holy shit!" Ijaat screamed. Ijaat jumped onto the stairs. The floor was collapsing! It was like sand trap! Numerous men were sucked in, including the Captain! TSgt Vega rushed to the hole and grabbed the poor man out. Ijaat didn't want to get distracted from the battle, but what happened to the Captain was scary! He was half eaten! The man was fucking ripped apart from the torso down. He was breathing in agony, but still alive. Ijaat gave a sigh of relief. Ijaat didn't have time to enjoy it though; Ijaat had to kill a damn bug. Ijaat turned back to the half-eaten man. TSgt Vega was at his aid, getting cover fire from a fellow militiaman. The Captain grabbed him.

"you know what to do!" He yelled at him.

"Yes sir, I do!"

"Then do it!"

Ijaat turned away as TSgt Vega pointed his gun at the Captain's head. Ijaat couldn't hear the shot because of the fighting. Ijaat fired at the Bugs like no tomorrow. "Eat this you fucker! I didn't forget about you, filthy bug!" Ijaat fired at any Bug he could see. Then the worst arrived.

From out of the pit, came a massive beetle like creature. Ijaat looked at it. It roared in triumph. It sprayed its foul acid across the floor. Ijaat witnessed infantry and trainees being frazzled. Ijaat looked at TSgt Vega, hoping he would do the stunt he did last time. He was too busy evading the acid, and the Black Stalkers. Ijaat fired at the Bug's eyes. Nothing happened. They were screwed.

Ijaat shot down a Shriek hawk. Its blood splattered on his helmet. "Yuck" Ijaat thought. Ijaat heard a peculiar noise from above. Ijaat looked up. The transports had arrived! They were saved. Ijaat jumped down and kicked down a Black Stalker and shot its nearby friend. Ijaat then noticed the transports weren't landing. The big beetle was too much of a threat! "Dammit!" Ijaat screamed to high hell. Ijaat continued to blast away the Bugs. If he was gonna die, at least he would go down fighting. Ijaat saw a militiawoman run to the massive bug. "Must have a death wish" Ijaat thought.

She grabbed a grenade and threw it at the bug. It wasn't gonna do much good though. But the bug must have been not thinking for a moment. It swallowed the grenade! Maybe the Bugs were stupid after all. Ijaat laughed as the ignorant beetle blew up. It was satisfying. The main body exploded, then the head. It collapsed down. The girl cheered. TSgt Vega cheered. Everyone cheered. A Black stalker came and stabbed her.

Everyone stopped cheering. Vega screamed and shot the Bug to pieces. He and another militiaman snapped off the black stalkers jaw. The girl fell into TSgt Vega's arms. The transports landed. Everyone who was able-bodied climbed aboard. Vega's new friend was slowly dying. She coughed up blood. "C'mon, hang in there!" TSgt Vega begged. "I'm not afraid to die," she whispered. TSgt Vega climbed into the cockpit and started talking to the pilot and co-pilot. Ijaat just sat back on his seat and trembled as the adrenaline began to wear off.

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22BBY, Couple hours later on Mandalore, tapcaf, Oyu'baat, Mand'alor Tar Mav meeting with the clan heads to discuss the future of Mandalore.

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Mand'alor Tar Mav stood around a table with the heads of multiple clans and the duchess. There was Clan Bralor lead by Rav Bralor, one of Cuy'val Dar trainers. Clan Cadera, led by Maklae Cadera, an old friend of his. Clan Awaud lead by Tor Awaud, an experienced Mandalorian warrior. Clan Kryze lead by duchess Satine Kryze.
Clan Priest lead by Dred Priest, a Cuy'val Dar trainer, a old rival of his. Clan Ordo lead by Canderous Ordo, he had the privilege to meet the man's brother's daughter Tracinya Ordo, her son and Canderous's nephew Ijaat Ordo had been in a combined bug and death watch attack, Mand'alor intended to visit the survivers. Clan Kelborn lead by Raina Kelborn, his old flame. Clan Farr, led by Juna Farr, female human Mandalorian. Clan Gedyc lead by Lorka Gedyc. Clan Sharratt lead by a male Kaleesh Mandalorian anme Kal Sharratt. Clan Itera from New Mandalorians, led by Muhaj Itera.

While there were many more clans coming to this meeting, those were top clans.

'It's been long time since I've seen so many clan leaders gather.' Thought Mand'alor Tar Mav as he glaze upon the other Clan Leaders as they enter the room. Mand'alor Tar Mav hasn't seen this many Clan Leaders gather since during Mandalorian Civil War when he was only a young recruit in True Mandalorian army under Mand'alor Jango Fett, memories he hasn't thought of in long time.

It had been an eventful trip from the landing bay to the conference room. He remember overhearing OAG marines asking about the Death Watch, he remember what was said there.

Flashback

"So what is big deal between you guys and Death Watch?" Mand'alor Tar Mav turned his head to voice, standing near couple crates were couple OAG marines in full armor, they were facing a familiar red skin Twi'lek Mandalorian in blue and orange armor.

'Jana, didn't realize she was back.' Thought Tar Mav as he watches an old friend from Cuy'val Dar talking to OAG marines. Jana like most female Twi'leks was very beautiful, her blue eyes were almost like ice but yet held a warmness to them that many don't to see like he has. "This roughly happened 30 years ago before this war. Things were bad with Mandalorians at the time, many of us had become no better then raiders, pirates, slavers. You name it. But this all changed when a man name Jaster Mereel came to join the Mandalorians." Said Jana, the young OAG Marine notice there was lot of respect in her voice when she spoke of Jaster Mereel.

"Anyway, Jaster Mereel was once a Journeyman Protector on Concord Dawn, he was exiled from killing his corrupted officer. He end up joining the Mandalorians. He gotten the current Mand'alor's attention, Mandalore the Fair. She passed on her knowledge and legacy to Jaster Mereel before she died. Jaster was determine restore the Mandalorian's honor so he created Supercommando Codex."

One of the Marines quickly realized what Supercommando Codex. "Isn't that rule most of you Mandalorians follow?" He had heard mentions of it from other Mandalorians. the Twi'lek Mandalorian nodded, "that's right. It's where Mandalorians would act more like soldiers while still maintaining their warrior culture. If one wanted to fight, their go as honorable mercenaries... But not all agreed to Mandalore's ideal."

The Mandalorian's voice become dark here. "A Mandalorian name Tor Vizsla opposed this, he wanted to bring back days when Mandalorians were going on crusades and try conqueror the Galaxy. Tor hated that Jaster gotten be Mand'alor and not him, he did one better too. He turned his back on Jaster Mereel and rally a army behind him, calling themselves the Death Watch. That was a huge disgrace for him."

"How much of a disgrace?" Though the young Marine had a feeling it was like a Samurai turning his back on his master. "Very, you're going against everything you swore to uphold. It's like going against everything you promised, our code, Resol'nare or Six Actions, goes as of wearing armour, speaking the language, defending oneself and family, raising your children as Mandalorians, contributing to the clan's welfare, and when called upon by the Mand'alor, rallying to their cause. Tor not answering Mand'alor's call made him Dar'manda, no longer Mandalorian."

The young Marine though was curious what was Tor's relation with Pre Vizsla. "Vizsla? You mean like Pre Vizsla?" The Twi'lek nodded, "yes, his Tor's son and his no better than Tor. He did one better, he rallied an army of likeminded followers and they called themselves the Death Watch. This would cause up the Mandalorian Civil War, in less than one year, the Death Watch killed over a 1000 people who disagreed with them, doing horrible things to both Mandalorians and outsiders. The New Mandalorians despite not being involved, suffer vicious attacks from the Death Watch."

The OAG marines were growing disgusted with sound of Death Watch even more then they had already. "Despite what New Mandalorians would say about the True Mandalorians, they were only ones keeping Death Watch off them. It was their blood that kept them alive... That's what deal is between Death Watch and the Mandalorians, the difference between a warrior and a zealot." Mand'alor tuned out the rest, he knew the rest of the story from there.

Afterall... He was there when it had happened.

End of Flashback

It had been pleasing to see that the OAG marines stationed on Mandalore had taken an interest in why they were here, the next bit had not been so pleasant. "You alright there kid?" Tav Mav turned to his right. Standing there was an older male human looking be in his 60s, he had fair skin and graying hair. He wore gold and brown Mandalorian armor under a grey flightsuit, there were two blasters equip to his belt. "Nothing Kal, just thinking about some things."

Kal Skirata was another good friend of his back in Cuy'val Dar, he was experience Mandalorian soldier back in days of Mandalorian Civil War, the two fought together during war against Death Watch. "It wouldn't happen to involve Raina would it?" Asked Kal, his eyes darted to the person that Tav Mav had been thinking about. At far end of table was a female Kiffar with blight blue hair, she was fair skin and grey eyes, the tattoos of Kiffar race was on her left eye.

She was Raina Kelborn, the clan leader of Kelborn. "Yeah, it kinda does." Kal eyes soften, "have you two worked things out?" Kal Skirata was very aware of relationship both Mand'alor and Raina Kelborn have.

Raina Kelborn and he went way back, the two trained together under same Mandalorian Rally Master, Jakna Varad and fought together in Mandalorian Civil War, the two were... close. She had actually revealed Mandalore's first name when he with his girlfriend Mesh'la Spar and an OAG special forces man by the name Sparrow, he remember meeting well.

Flashback

"You sure we can trust them? You did say their warily of outsiders." Asked Sparrow as he and two Mandalorians followed a Mandalorian in blue and grey armor, wearing a camo cloak over him.

Sparrow wasn't sure what think of Clan Kelborn, from what he had heard members of Clan Kelborn were warily of those outside their clan, even to other Mandalorians. It was more due to fact they were betrayed by Clan Gedyc during Mandalorian Civil War, many of their clan members were killed because of it, thus they relocated themselves in Werda Kurs.

"Yes we can trust them, the clan leader is an old friend of ours." Spoke a firm yet soft voice, Sparrow turned to the other Mandalorian that came with them. Mesh'la Spar was a female Zabrak, Sparrow couldn't quite tell what she looked like under her helmet but he could see her horns poking out of top of her Mandalorian helmet. She wore cobalt blue and gold Mandalorian armor, there was black kama equip to her belt, couple grenades and ammo strap across her chest plate.

Sparrow shrugged, "If you say so." The rest of trip was quiet, Sparrow took his time to glaze upon jungles of Mandalore. It always amazed him about how similar forests were like the Amazon Rain Forest, but the trees were much larger, he could spot couple birds flying by, he assumed those were cracke birds.

"We'll here." Said their guide, his voice was gruff, not much friendly in his tone, Sparrow had feeling he didn't them very much. Coming up ahead was a large camp, he saw large tents and couple fire pits around camp, he could see lot of Mandalorians out and about, but soon as they came in site, they all stopped what they were doing and turn their attention to them.

Sparrow become little warily as he saw many were resting their hands on various of weapons, he noted their attention was on him though. 'Real friendly bunch.' Thought Sparrow.

"Well Janja, it's been a long time," Sparrow snapped his head to voice. Up ahead was a female Mandalorian in light armor in colors of blue and dark green, strap to her back was a large sniper rifle that Sparrow had doubt that could blow person apart. Mand'alor cross his arms, Sparrow was surprised to see that he looked almost shy.

"Raina it's... been a long time."

End of Flashback

That actually surprises great deal of his comrades nearby and had sent the OAG operator in to a fit of barely contained giggles. He knew Raina had feelings for him but she learned Mesh'la Spar and him were already having bit of a thing, she stepped out but still kinda of hurts her, even though she hides it well.

He still felt guilty about it but he knew his heart belong to Mes'la. Mesh'la Spar, a Zabrak, was a true Mandalorian, honorable, keeps her word but she's not afraid to be ruthless, she's shown this when facing Kaminoians to who she hates big time. When talking about the Mandalorians, anyone can hear how much pride there is in her voice, she's what you call a patriot as well. Cares deeply for clones she trained, passing Mandalorian traditions to them.

And like him, she also shown a disliking towards fellow Cuy'val Dar trainer Dred Priest, to which she'll probably end up killing one of these days despite his many protests.

It was always awkward when he and the two women were around each other. Sparrow had put it as ''Every boyfriend's worst nightmare, the misses and the ex,'' he had been careful to say it under his breath to him so as to not incur the wrath of the two female warriors. Coming back to the present Mand'alor stood up once everyone was in room.

"Now we are all here we can begin." Mand'alor Started, "we are here today to discuss and decide upon the future of our planet. Our first issue today is the Death Watch."

There was a snort far end, Mand'alor didn't need to see who it was. "Well well, all the mighty Mand'alor. Never expected you to try take the title Tar Mav." Dred said to Mandalore the Freedom interrupting the proceding, being sure use some disrespect in his tone of voice. Dred Priest was a tall human male, looking be in his 30s, Dred had a thin face with a lopsided mouth, the sort of face one could punch all day, according to Kal Skirata. He wore red and gold Mandalorian armor under a dark grey flightsuit.

Mandalore narrow his eyes on Dred. "Dred Priest, how's the scar doing for ya?" Dred frowned, narrowing his eyes on Mand'alor, he traces his fingers on a large scar across his face, scowling all while, "fairly alright, though I am more than willing return the favor Mand'alor" Everyone noted things were getting tense in room.

Satine frowned at the two, 'What's going with them?' Satine didn't knew much about the Clan Chieftain of Priest, but she has heard of a bloodthirsty background on him, she had rumors that he was one of Mandalorians that helped trained the Clone Army. But by looks of things here, it would appear he has a history with Tar Mav. "That's enough Dred. You two can sought things out later when we don't have worry about safety of Mandalore." Satine turned to see who said that.

Coming over to Dred and Mand'alor was a male Mandalorian in black and gold armour, a red cape was over his shoulder. What concerned Satine was the very familiar fallen Jai'galaar in colours of red on his shoulder guards. Mand'alor and Dred stared at each other for few moments before Dred scoffed, "Fine, let's just get this over with." He ignored the looks he got from his fellow Mandalorians.

"The Death Watch should be eradicated! They have caused us nothing but grief and death, if our new militia and our OAG allies work together, we can make a decisive effort to finally end their pathetic existence" said Canderous receiving nods and mummers of approval from all present. Canderous was a older human male in his 40s, dark brown hair that was in point of graying, his dark gray eyes were much like coming of a storm.

Mand'alor turned to the OAG general in room. "General Craig is that possible?"

General Craig nodded. "Most definitely, our men are expertly trained and combat ready as is your militia. I can have a joint taskforce set up and ready to deploy within a week." General Craig responded. There were couple nods but that was when Raina Kelborn chose to speak.

"Hate break it to you general but that won't be as easy. If it had, the Death Watch would have been destroyed years ago. As much as I hate to say, the Death Watch are much apart of us as any Mandalorian, their an ideal that refuses to die." There were mummers of agreement there, Raina Kelborn had good point.

The Death Watch are masters of Mandalorian tactic ba'slan shev'la, or "strategic disappearance". They shown this after Civil War when Jango Fett killed Tor Vizsla, and now they were back.

General Craig frowned. "Be as that may, we can at least stop them now and force them at least go into hiding, we can then focus on more important matters once that is through." Once again there were agreements met by the OAG general. Raina shrugged, "Fair point." She only chose spoke to point that fact out.

"The next issue is what we do with the militia once the Death Watch have been dealt with?"

Satine chose to speak, ignoring looks of distrust by the more warrior clan leaders in room. "I think the militia should be disbanded, we wish to break with Mandalore's brutal past and adopt a more peaceful attitude towards other systems. Enough people have died from our warrior ways. This needs to stop." Satine said, remembering the suffering her people had caused in the past.

But that of course was met with heavy disagreements. "Absolutely not! With the Death Watch aligning themselves with the Separatists in this time of war, we cannot afford to be defenseless. We should make others respect and fear us!" Shouted Lorka Gedyc, slamming his fists on table.

"I will not allow us to descend back into our old warrior ways!" Shouted back Satine, she was already beginning dislike the clan leader of Gedyc.

"If I might interject, may I suggest a compromise here." Asked Canderous.

Tav Mav turned to him, he gesture his hand to allow him speak. "Go on,"

Canderous glaze everyone in room, before he took deep breath and spoke. "It is obvious in this time of Clone Wars, we cannot remain unprotected and relying on a corrupt police force. However, we also not should fall back onto our old warlike ways. Instead we should keep the militia for self-defence purposes and only use it in defense should we be attacked and should we attack those who are attacking us. We also shall use diplomacy until peace is no longer viable so to be able to prevent blood shed. We can then built up a new fighting force to help further defend Mandalore Sector. " The clan heads and New Mandalorians seem to grudgingly accept the compromise.

"Evidence suggest that Count Dooku is funding and arming the Death Watch and had promised Separatist support for a coup before the OAG showed up. The Separatist were planning on invading Mandalore, the question now is do we now declare war on the separatist?" Raina Kelborn spoke.

"The Separatist will only try to invade us again in future. We need to take the fight to them." Dred said, there was grudgingly agreements with him. Satine frowned at this, she didn't like where this is going.

"I will permite there being an Army but I will not support a war." Kal Sharratt said, he didn't want Mandalorians become involve in Clone Wars, he didn't trust neither side.

"They intended to invade our worlds and enslave us. We need to hit them before they hit us!" Shouted Tor Awaud, he was male Chiss in silver and black Mandalorian armor. Like all Chiss, he had pure red eyes that just seem stare at you're soul.

Kal turn face Tor. "And that will only encourage them to attack us!"

"Doing nothing will make us look vulnerable Kal, we need show we are not weak." Tor retold him, him and Kal were now facing each other, glaring deeply.

"With their Death Watch allies on the run they wouldn't dare, the people wouldn't accept a ruler who wasn't a Mandalorian!"

"They would give the people a choice!"

"ENOUGH!" yelled Tar Mav, gaining everyone's attention. "We are bickering like children, both side have good arguments, we can agree on that can't we? General Craig what in your opinion could our military do in the Clone War?" Tar had grown trust Craig's opinion on matters in time his known him. While he had good feeling how it was, he needed other's opinion.

"While your military would not be able to make a contribution of soldiers and weapons like the OAG and Galactic Republic. Mandalore would offer a unique set of skills. You have a small but well trained and equipped army that is full of experienced Mandalorian clan warriors who are masters of armed and unarmed combat and a strong and stable economy to support a war effort. The OAG can maintain a small force on Mandalore in order to assist in the defense of the system should there be a Separatist attack. Even if your contribution to the war is minimal, it will save lives and shorten this war at the very least." The room fell into deep thought about what to do.

"I say we put it to a vote" Tar Mav said.

"All in favour?" Clans Ordo, Kelborn, Gedyc, Priest, Shysa, Braylor, Cadera and Awuad raised their hands.

"All against?" Clans Kryze, Farr, Charrat and Itera raised their hands.

Janja nodded. "Then it is decided. Mandalore is now at war with the Confederacy of Independent Systems." Satine knew she lost this, she can only hope Mandalore will not suffer for this.

"Finally the last Issue is who shall become Manda'lor." Now that gained everyone's attention.

Tar Mav crossed his arms. "Someone will need lead us into this war, while I have no problems taking title. I am open to anyone else who can lead us."

"I nominate Dred Priest of Clan Priest," said a familiar female human in yellow and orange armor, unlike others she chose keep her helmet on. Tar Mav frowned once he saw her, 'Should have known she would vote for her boyfriend.' The woman was another member of Cuy'val Dar, Isabet Reau the clan leader of Reau, she was someone that always made Janja warily, he always got impression of a spider from her.

One of New Mandalorians spoke up, a dark skin human male in typical fitting New Mandalorian clothing. "I nominate Satine Kryze of clan Kryze," Satine looked surprise there, though she was not surprise of looks of heavy disagreements. While Tar Mav respected Satine for wanting protect Mandalore, he felt she was naive and needed understand they can no longer do what New Mandalorians are doing.

But the real kicker that brought everyone's attention was when Raina Kelborn case her vote. "I nominate Janja of clan Vizla." That caused lot of mummers to begin, General Craig turned to Mand'alor.

"You're from Clan Vizla?" He almost wondering what kind of relations they held with Vizslas, Mand'alor nodded. "I was adopted into their clan during Civil War. Before you ask, Vizlas are cousins to Vizslas, we'll nothing like them." Janja remembers the day he was found by True Mandalorians, members from Clan Vizla found him after a battle with Death Watch in battlefield.

He couldn't quite remember who he was before he was found, he just assumed he was child of some farmers of Dantooine.

"Everyone one now cast your votes."

Four votes for Satine. Four votes for Dred. Six votes for Lorka Gedyc. Eight votes for Kal Skirata. Ten votes for Mand'alor Tar Mav. Ordo had yet to vote, looking at Satine then to Tar Mav, he would secure the victory for either two.

"I vote for Tar Mav. All hail the new Manda'lor." Everyone began to applaud except for a sour looking Dredd. Just then the holo-projecter activated, showing Pre Vizsla, standing behind him were two Death Watch warriors.

"Greetings Clan Chiefs and Manda'lor, I'm sure you know who I am. I am here with an offer. Join me and help make Mandalore great again! We are true faith that all of us Mandalorians once knew! Have all of you forgotten this? The galaxy used to fear us and we can do so again! We nearly took the galaxy, together we can do it again as well! For generations, our ancestors fought proudly as warriors against the Jedi, Sith and any who stood in our way." Tar Mav roll his eyes.

While they are some of greatest warriors in galaxy, what Pre Vizsla was talking here was not acts of warrior, it was acts of a zealot. "Now, that woman Satine tarnishes the very name Mandalorian. Defend her, if you will but she dishonored the Mandalorian's generations-old warrior traditions with that has tarnished the very name Mandalorian with her peace-seeking government."

Dred was paying very close attention, so was few other Clan Chiefs. "We are weak but together we can make Mandalore strong! Together we can rebuild the Mandalorian Empire! Together Mandalore will rule the galaxy as it was always suppose to!" He ranted like a madman.

Mand'alor shook his head. "No. you say that you follow this True Mandalorian way but what you really follow is your unquenchable lust for power. It is you who dishonor the Mandalorian way. Begone and remember that your days are numbered. We will look for you, We will find you… And we will, kill you." Pre Vizsla looked out raged.

"Don't be a di'kut Mand'alor! We ca-" Mand'alor Tar Mav ended the call there. Rav Bralor, a woman within her 50s, wearing black and red Mandalorian armor, nodded to the new Mand'alor. "Nice work, I was getting tried of listing to his ranting." Dred though was still thinking there, he kept an rare calm look on his face.

Mand'alor turned to Satine. "Satine, I wish for you to be our voice in the senate and to ensure that we have peaceful and prosperous relations with the rest of the galaxy. While we will maintain our status as warriors, we can still be peaceful to others in process."

Satine looked very surprised but soon nodded. "Understood Mand'alor." Maybe there was some hope afterall.

"With that meeting ajourned." Everyone soon left room or went to tapcaf downstairs, everyone needed a drink.

Mand'alor made his way up to tapcaf, waiting for him was Mesh'la Spar. Her helmet was showing, showing she was a beautiful red skin Zabrak within her late twenties, black tattoos were across her face, her green eyes were reminded Mand'alor of green jewels. Mesh'la walked up behind him and hugged him, before seductivly whispering in his ear "Congradulations Manda'lor, I think we should celebrate this most wonderful occasion."

Mesh'la chuckled when she right away knew Janja was blushing behind his helmet. "Get a room you two." Snorted Rav Bralor as she passes the couple, Mesh'la smirked, "well that's the idea." Janja quickly compose himself.

"Celebration would be good. Drinks are on me everyone!" There were lot of cheers to that.

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22BBY, Carlac, Death Watch's camp, minutes after Mand'alor's meeting with Mandalorian Clan Leaders.

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"HOW DARE HE!" Shouted Pre Vizsla as he throws his helmet against the wall, leaving a heavy dent on wall while helmet remained undamaged. "He dares say I dishonor Mandalorians. I know our destiny as warriors damnit!" Pre Vizsla took deep heavy breaths before he calms down.

'You're pay Mand'alor, you and OAG.' He will have his revenge but right now isn't the right moment. Pre Vizsla goes grab his helmet, he held's it against his side and heads outside. He sees his warriors were doing their best set up camp, while they had lost some supporters with now new Mand'alor, Pre Vizsla still had good amount of warriors.

"Lord Vizsla, we are almost finished with camp. What you're orders?" Said a Death Watch warrior in common blue and gray armor most of Death Watch have now chose wear. Pre Vizlsa doesn't face him but does acknowledges him, "Continue with building up camp. Set up patrols and I want some of our men check out the local villages, if they do not agree to our terms, kill them." The Warrior nods and goes carry out Pre Vizsla's command.

Pre Vizsla eyes narrowed in thought. 'Just you wait Mand'alor, I will be back.' Vizsla heads back to his tent, he needed speak with Count Dooku on few matters.