"Fairly," Cyril replied, an tainted edge in his voice.
He tried to shake the feeling but it wouldn't leave.

"Have you felt anything... different about this mission?" Cyril asked Natia, knowing of her connection with the force.

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Dara was in the medical bay; sorting methodically through the diffrent medicines. He shudded as he wondered who he's treat this time, the needless bloodshed that was to come of thier mission. Of all of thier missions.

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Natia sighed. "Yes I have. But I haven't be able to see what it is yet."

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Cyril shook his head. "I think I'm going to go down to Dara and pick up an extra medical kit."

Cyril winced internally as he spoke. "Unfortunately I have a feeling I may need it."

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Everything was in order. There was nothing else for him to do here. He looked at where he kept his equipment in case they should be attacked; but everything was clean and in working order. He sat down. Stood up again. Walked around a few times. He double cheaked everything again.
He was wasteing energy. He should stop. He knew why he was acting this way. The only thing to do was to relax. There was nothing he could do about it.
He ignored the voice in his head and carried on re-cheaking everything.

Dara had no power with the force; but he knew of it. And he knew that the only reason he was acting so nervousely was beacuse of some disturbance. Well; at least, thats what he'd heard. But of course; knowing that, didn't make the slightest bit of diffrence. He wondered if thier enemies; the Jedi were affected so; but guessed they were taught how to cope with it; even harness it apprently. (According to some disreputable freinds he'd had before he'd joined the Imperial Amy).

He turned to sorting through the already precisely placed surgical tools.

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Cyril walked into the infermery and headed over to Dara.

"Dara," Cyril greeted the doctor. "I'm here to pick up an extra med pack for the trip."

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OOC: Sorry for being gone, but the girls basketball team from my school made it to the state tourney and I was there all weekend without a computer.

Question before I post, would you mind if I was brand new to the unit or would you rather everyone knows everyone already?

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

(No problem, I just started so those waiting wouldn't loose interest. Anyone can still jump in at anytime. And as far as your character, whatever you want to do is fine with me, just have fun)

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"Of course" Dara greeted Cyril with a slightly distracted smile and took a compact but complete kit down from a shelf. He handed it over but then turned to his commander apoligetically. "Sir, i'm sorry i'f i'm rude but what's happened?" He asked "I don't have any knowledge of; well the Force; but I was told it can affect people's emotions. I know you know something of this Sir."

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Dante walked into the room that Natia was in. He was out of uniform, wearing his usual red jacket. The only weapons he carried were his twin pistols, Ebony and Ivory, in seperate holsters on his hips. He had a duffel slung over his shoulder and his posture showed no respect for someone who was more than likely a superior officer. "I was told to report to (Insert rank) Cyril Bane. Where is he?"

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

(hm... I never did get the ranks worked up did I. I'll figure it all up and post them. I know some of these are not spelled right so sorry about that. lol)

General,
Brigadear General
Colonel
Luetenent Colonel
Luetenent Major
Major
Sergent Major
Sergent
Luetenent
Captain
Officer
Recruit
Initiat

(I will be a Colonel. You guys can choose anything below that I suppose since I would be the highest ranking as the leader)

Cyril looked at Dara, at first wondering if maybe somehow he knew of Natia's connection to the force. But he realized he had always been known as someone who was well versed in the knowledge of the Force, Jedi, and even the Sith. Sometimes he thought he knew more about the Jedi than Lord Vader... but he was sure that wasn't the case. A slight hint of arogance perhaps? He would always push it down and suppress it.

"I'm not sure Dara," Cyril answered truthfully. "All I know is that they aren't telling us everything about this mission. They're hiding something."

Cyril glanced around the medical room at all the equipment. "I'd take as much medical equipment as you and your med team can carry."

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"Thankyou sir. I'm sorry for the impertinance. I will sir" Dara answered, glad of something to do. "is there anything special we should be prepared for?"

(I'l take Captain. As a med i don't think he should be too high, on the other hand as he is head medical officer i think he should not be rank and file.)

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((I will be Luetenent Colonel.))

Natia looked at Dante. "He went to the Medical Bay. I am his Luetenent Colonel, Natia."

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The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

OOC: I'll edit this and do a real post in a minute, but are the ranks based off of American military ranks? Or from some other source? I'm only asking because I could give you some of the U.S. military ranks. (Also, I think Lieutenant would be below Captain and Lieutenant Major below Major, just because of how you have the others organized. And if that is the case, I'll change my rank.)

IC: "Nice to meet the new XO," Dante said as he switched his bag to his left hand with it still behind the back. He then saluted her, but not in the usual military manner. He kept his left hand behind his back, his right elbow wasn't at around 45 degrees, and he wasn't in the rigid military posture. But he didn't care, it wouldn't be the first time that he had been disiplined in the first hour of his arriving at a new squad.

Dante dropped the salute without waiting for her to return it, and left with a rougish smile on his face. He entered the medical bay and gave Ciryl his version of a salute and introduced himself, "Lieutenant Dante reporting for duty....sir." He left the pause between the end of his sentence and the word sir to see how his commander would react so he knew how far he could push it.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

(No, the ranks I gave are based on nothing really. I just know various ranks and I orginized them myself.)

"Nothing particular doc..." Cyril told Dara. "And hopefully a whole lot of stuff we wont need."

Cyril nboticed the silver doors slide open and a man walk in. Cyril turned to Dante. "Welcome Lieutenant. This is our medical leader Dara."

Cyril didn't seem to even notic the pause between Dante's sentence and "sir"

Cyril turned back to Dante after introducing Dara. "Is there something i can help you with soldier?"

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Dara gave a short military salute to Dante when he heard his rank. His Commander may not have noticed the incolance in this new 'boy's tone; he refused to think in his head at least, of this new comer as someone above him or equal too; Dara certianly had. He had come to respect Cyril more than any of his previouse commanders. He treated his men well and made desions wisely; indulgeing in none of the usual vices found amoung the Imperial Commanders. Of course the man had his weakneses; hwo didn't, but his streanths made up for them. So when some new boy dared to treat His Commanding Officer in such a way; Dara immidatly took against him.

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