<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578</id><updated>2011-12-15T16:05:58.868+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Forces: Rage</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-114076982101662007</id><published>2006-02-24T21:08:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T21:30:21.030+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranded and in need of help.</title><content type='html'>"If anyone can hear this please respond and send some help. Our transportation was struck down by a fleet of space pirates and we were forced to make a crash landing in the jungles of Kashyyk. We need help, forward this to Major Blast if you receive it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just exited hyperspace and thought we were in the clear, when from behind a moon flew a nasty swarm of ships, a motley swarm if you please. We had no choice to engage and let Senator Amidala speed to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew at them head on, took a few down on our way through them, their cannon fire punching space to the right of us. Except instead of space there was a Naboo Royal Yacht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Senator what are you doing! Fly to safety retreat to the planet's surface!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh mee gee it's just like I totally forgot how to turn off the auto and I’m locked onto one of those things you're flying. Like get these ships off me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice I flew on towards the planet, the Yacht following, and then its engine was hit, and we had begun atmospheric re-entry. I jammed on the reverse thrusters and brought my right wing under the fuselage of the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Target, get into position on the other side of the ship, we have to guide this ship down safely."&lt;br /&gt;"Roger that Rage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost the engines on our fighters in the last few seconds of re-entry, and so down we plummeted all the way into the jungle where he remains of the ships hang above us now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jon Intergalactic Gladiator:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You'd rather be on Hoth&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would, last time I was there I didn't get to try all the snow sports, I'm thinking of taking up Snow Boarding next time I'm there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113878250131435140</id><published>2006-02-01T21:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T21:28:21.326+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by a fellow clone</title><content type='html'>Four Jobs You’ve Had In Your Life&lt;br /&gt;Major&lt;br /&gt;Squad Leader&lt;br /&gt;Tactics&lt;br /&gt;Delivery Clone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places You’ve Lived&lt;br /&gt;Kamino&lt;br /&gt;Coruscant&lt;br /&gt;stayed on many other planets for short times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV Shows You Love To Watch&lt;br /&gt;CNN News&lt;br /&gt;Big Brother: Naboo&lt;br /&gt;Survivor: Tatooine&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places You’ve Been On Vacation&lt;br /&gt;Naboo&lt;br /&gt;Mustafar&lt;br /&gt;Kashyyk&lt;br /&gt;Coruscant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Of Your favorite Foods&lt;br /&gt;Steak&lt;br /&gt;Roast Pork&lt;br /&gt;Marinated Lamb ribs&lt;br /&gt;Various fruits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places You’d Rather Be&lt;br /&gt;Naboo&lt;br /&gt;Hoth&lt;br /&gt;Mustafa&lt;br /&gt;Kamino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Albums You Can’t Live Without?&lt;br /&gt;System of a Clone: Hypnotize&lt;br /&gt;Klone: See You On The Planet Side&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Vehicles You’ve Owned&lt;br /&gt;ARC-170&lt;br /&gt;BARC Speeder&lt;br /&gt;AT-TE&lt;br /&gt;Republic Cruiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four People To Be Tagged&lt;br /&gt;Master Yoda&lt;br /&gt;General Grievous&lt;br /&gt;Palpatine&lt;br /&gt;Noel of Neptonian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113878250131435140?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113878250131435140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113878250131435140&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113878250131435140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113878250131435140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2006/02/tagged-by-fellow-clone.html' title='Tagged by a fellow clone'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113791463703737767</id><published>2006-01-22T20:19:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T09:22:16.133+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mission is Underway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mission codename&lt;/span&gt;: Operation Double&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location&lt;/span&gt;: Somewhere in space between Naboo and Kashyyk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So like, where are you taking me? I hope the planet has a mall."&lt;br /&gt;"We're taking you to Kashyyk..... umm what is your name?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Senator Amidala."&lt;br /&gt;"No, you're a body double, what is your true name?"&lt;br /&gt;"I told you, I'm Senator Amidala!"&lt;br /&gt;"So the body double is being flown back to - "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come in Major Rage, this is Major Blast."&lt;br /&gt;"This is Major Rage speaking."&lt;br /&gt;"Major, we're sorry to report that your mission has failed, we received word a short while ago that Senator Amidala has been killed...."&lt;br /&gt;"Negative Major, the Senator was not on that fighter, she is safe with me."&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh, good thinking Major, confuse them into think you have the body double."&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhhh yeah that's it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I was confused, then again it could have easily been the Senator who was killed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113791463703737767?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113791463703737767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113791463703737767&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113791463703737767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113791463703737767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2006/01/mission-is-underway.html' title='The Mission is Underway'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113740043118296825</id><published>2006-01-16T21:33:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T21:52:58.100+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The Body Doubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mission codename&lt;/span&gt;: Operation Double&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location&lt;/span&gt;: Naboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we landed on Naboo this morning, and quickly made our way to Senator Amidala's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Greetings Major, I believe you are here to take me to Coruscant?" Said one Amidala look alike.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes M'lady, now which one is your body double?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry for the deception Major, but it was necessary for me to hide in case you were an impostor, I am the real Senator Amidala" Said another Amidala look alike.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid that I'm the real Amidala." Said the third look alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhh Rage, which one do we take?" Said Bang.&lt;br /&gt;"So which one of you is telling the truth?" I questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two of us tells the truth, one of us lies, but lies to protect herself, the ones who tell the truth, lie to protect the Senator, the liars surround the truth. The two Senators you will take are the two who lie." They chanted in chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing arrangement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   Look alike 2, Look alike 1, Look alike 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one shall I take? 1, 2, or 3?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113740043118296825?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113740043118296825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113740043118296825&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113740043118296825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113740043118296825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2006/01/body-doubles.html' title='The Body Doubles'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113720280952807390</id><published>2006-01-14T14:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T14:40:09.543+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Answers</title><content type='html'>The answers to the questions lie below:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Cmdr Oneida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What do you do for fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target practice, bush walks, diving, FPS games, and eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do clones ever think about dating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating? What's dating? No we don't, or at least I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What shoe size are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever size they give me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you ever wish for a different career?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, maybe one in hotel management, or security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jabafatboy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Is you an ole constipated.. er .. a constabbale grevious relations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what you just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Master Yoda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tell each other apart when out of uniform you are, how do clones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By calling out each other's numbers of course, yes it is hard, but we have yet to find a better way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Do you think that an army of clones from a single sample would make for an effective fighting force? Shouldn't a wider range of traits be cloned to give a stronger and different dynamic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know each other, and we have been modified to make us better at team work, so we are the perfect clones, so a single sample is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Private Hudson:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; How can you guys be the elite of the Republic Military? You don't have any of my genes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we are made to be the elite, so we are the elite, simple really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now to get back to choosing a body double.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113720280952807390?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113720280952807390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113720280952807390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113720280952807390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113720280952807390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2006/01/major-answers.html' title='Major Answers'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113705491504545612</id><published>2006-01-12T21:09:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T21:35:15.056+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mission Begins</title><content type='html'>We left for Naboo with nothing but a few ARC-170's, it had been decided that we would take the Senator's yacht and guard it. With these fighters went Alpha Squad and Clones 1569 and 0658. The plan is to go like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Touchdown      on Naboo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell the Senator      of the plans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get the      Senator onboard Clone 1569's ARC-170 and followed by Clone 0658 in his fighter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They      depart from the Palace Hangar followed by the Body Double entering the      Yacht and departing soon after.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The      Senator's Yacht, with the Body Double onboard, fly’s to Kashyyk surrounded      by Alpha Squad in our ARC-170's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put on      song and dance about Senator Amidala being on Kashyyk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Depart      Kashyyk after hearing that the Senator is safely on Coruscant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fly to      Coruscant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;The only part that is going to be hard is selecting the right Body Double, but that'll have to be done on Naboo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113705491504545612?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113705491504545612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113705491504545612&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113705491504545612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113705491504545612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2006/01/mission-begins.html' title='The Mission Begins'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113688321360490695</id><published>2006-01-10T21:45:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T21:53:33.613+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A new mission</title><content type='html'>Yes I have a new mission, and yes I assigned it to my squad. The office was getting rather boring, and if I had to sit through another speech by master Yoda on refilling the executive coffee machine I would have gone stir crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm on my way to Naboo, for my first Major mission. I am to find and escort a body double of Senator Amidala back to Coruscant after visiting some relief workers on Kashyyk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have been asked to pick the body double, and like us clones, they all look the same, the only difference between them is their skill, now I don't want to defend a person who will just curl up in a corner and scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's how to travel, it needs to be open, to take the heat off the real Senator when she leave directly to Coruscant. Now, I'm thing along the lines of a Republic cruiser, but it's unlikely that there's one available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll get this done tomorrow before I depart for the trip to Naboo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113688321360490695?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113688321360490695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113688321360490695&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113688321360490695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113688321360490695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-mission.html' title='A new mission'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113679308420193103</id><published>2006-01-09T20:19:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T15:39:16.860+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Face of the Military</title><content type='html'>Over the past few weeks we have been looking for people to join the Republic Military, not as soldiers, but as mechanics, cleaners, and cooks. These people are obviously very important, but are often overlooked as they do not portray the challenging military life that people expect. The guys in the marketing department presented me with this poster to approve for promoting these vacancies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/join-us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/join-us.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said the use of this cat-like creature, "Ratchet," was to grab the attention of young people. However I want to see this in action before it is plastered around the streets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113679308420193103?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113679308420193103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113679308420193103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113679308420193103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113679308420193103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-face-of-military.html' title='The New Face of the Military'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113661648922923306</id><published>2006-01-07T19:46:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T19:48:09.243+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Major question for the Major</title><content type='html'>Well as &lt;a href="http://cisgeneralgrievous.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Constable" Grievous&lt;/a&gt; is getting people to ask him questions, so am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next week, I want you to email me questions, or leave them in the comments asking anything about me, and I will do my best to answer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ----------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113661648922923306?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113661648922923306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113661648922923306&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113661648922923306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113661648922923306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2006/01/major-question-for-major.html' title='Major question for the Major'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113539422266792225</id><published>2005-12-24T16:07:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T16:17:02.676+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The Package Revealed</title><content type='html'>We arrived on Naboo the next day and rushed the package to Senator Padme Amidala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"M'lady, we have a package for you."&lt;br /&gt;"O my gosh, is that the cake I ordered?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think so M'lady we don't generally get asked to deliver cakes."&lt;br /&gt;"Well let's see."&lt;br /&gt;She took the container and opened it.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it is the cake I ordered, doesn't in look adorable? It will make the perfect pudding for the upcoming celebration.&lt;br /&gt;"You mean to say we were delivering a cake! A job for delivery companies!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well of course, Interstellar Couriers were like totally booked so I made a quick call and flaunted my power in the military to get someone to deliver it for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well wasn't that great, delivery a cake is not the job of a major, I must bring this up at the next meeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113539422266792225?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113539422266792225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113539422266792225&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113539422266792225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113539422266792225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/12/package-revealed.html' title='The Package Revealed'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113496914381802847</id><published>2005-12-19T18:01:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T18:12:23.830+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Package to Deliver</title><content type='html'>Well I've had orders from high up to pick up a package on Tatooine and deliver it to Naboo. Yes, I find this a boring and unimportant task. But, it is obviously very important if they need a Major to deliver it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently on Tatooine and have the package in my possession, it is cylindrical in shape and is moderate in size. The previous owner of it works in a bakery and it was there that I took hold of the package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi there, how may I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm here to pick up a package for Senator Padme, I believe it was request four days ago."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I've been expecting you, I didn't expect such highly armed people though."&lt;br /&gt;He went into some kind of storage room and came out carrying the package."&lt;br /&gt;"Here we are, one order for Senator Padme."&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it could be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113496914381802847?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113496914381802847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113496914381802847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113496914381802847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113496914381802847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/12/important-package-to-deliver.html' title='Important Package to Deliver'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113427562461659652</id><published>2005-12-11T17:24:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T17:33:44.626+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Success</title><content type='html'>The Separatist Armies have left after they were obliterated in the final battle on Kamino. After the last ship were seen jumping out of the system I jumped on board the first ship to Coruscant to make my report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Major Blast was sitting at his solid oak desk as usual pouring over folder containing top secret military information.&lt;br /&gt; "Good evening Rage."&lt;br /&gt; "Good evening Sir."&lt;br /&gt; "Great news about the victory on Kamino, now my superiors liked the way you handled the situation out there, and they have decided to make you a Major permanently."&lt;br /&gt; "Is this a joke? I was promised that I would be a commando again after the mission."&lt;br /&gt; "You'll get an office to yourself and your friends are more than welcome to help you in your jobs."&lt;br /&gt; "Well.... I'll see how it goes then."&lt;br /&gt; "Great!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113427562461659652?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113427562461659652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113427562461659652&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113427562461659652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113427562461659652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/12/major-success.html' title='Major Success'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113375179113269115</id><published>2005-12-05T16:25:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T20:19:52.553+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Guard Duty</title><content type='html'>This morning I was awoken from my sleep by a call from Noel; she had overlooked a minor detail for one of her restaurants that was to open today; the authentic guards were missing. She then proceeded to ask if Alpha Squad would be willing to be the guards, I wasn't looking forward to it but when she mentioned that they were royal guards from an ancient civilisation, I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met in the kitchen at the restaurants where Noel was to give us the costumes and explain how we were to act.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, these guards once protected royalty many thousands of years ago."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you mentioned that when you called."&lt;br /&gt;"Did I? Well anyway the most remarkable thing about these guards is that they didn't move."&lt;br /&gt;"What you sayin mon? We're not to move all day?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well... to put it simply... yes. However there will be the "changing of the guard" every hour, but, as there are only three guards you guys will just walk into the kitchen and then march back out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if that wasn't bad enough she made us wear the most uncomfortable costumes ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/rageasguard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/rageasguard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we were getting paid, I hope we were, I forgot to ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113375179113269115?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113375179113269115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113375179113269115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113375179113269115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113375179113269115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/12/guard-duty.html' title='Guard Duty'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113349638256865168</id><published>2005-12-02T17:08:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T17:06:22.580+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Man the Drinks Men!</title><content type='html'>There's a raging party going down onboard &lt;a href="http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Noel&lt;/a&gt;'s resort ship, Sky City. We and the guys were there on the opening night.  First we came dressed in our best, expecting a formal opening, champagne and caviar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/party-guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/party-guys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we were wrong the lights were everywhere, or the fact that we were in the club might have been the reason. General Grievous was at his turntables scratching away, and half the population of Coruscant were dancing away. Within moments of taking this in we were adorning ourselves with our highly prized trinkets that we had concealed in our jacket pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/party-guys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/party-guys2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From then on we proceed to drink ourselves silly and put a severe dent in Noel's operating costs. The only bad part was when &lt;a href="http://cisgeneralgrievous.blogspot.com/"&gt;Grievous&lt;/a&gt; walked up to us and told us to stop singing as we were scaring away the party goers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113349638256865168?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113349638256865168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113349638256865168&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113349638256865168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113349638256865168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/12/man-drinks-men.html' title='Man the Drinks Men!'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113263751099619260</id><published>2005-11-22T18:36:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T17:37:50.363+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviews and Crazy Goings On</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today, after being bored to sleep many times in meetings and tactical discussion groups, I received the taped interviews from Sparky for the replacement of Bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Most of the applicants were completely useless, they thought blowing themselves up by chucking the pin instead of the grenade and luckily surviving made them a Demolitions expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; However there was one applicant who was better than the rest, this was actually quite easy to do, but he was far ahead of the others, his name was Boom. Boom had served in the battle on Geonosis at the beginning of the war and had been promoted because of it. This was no the most remarkable thing about him, he had been trained as a normal soldier, unlike the rest of Alpha Squad who were trained specially in their fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After many questions, and a photograph, he was selected and added to Alpha Squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Boom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Boom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another, different note, there have been many rumour about a high ranking official in the Republic Army leaking information to General Grievous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113263751099619260?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113263751099619260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113263751099619260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113263751099619260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113263751099619260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/11/interviews-and-crazy-goings-on.html' title='Interviews and Crazy Goings On'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113255478170244663</id><published>2005-11-21T19:31:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T19:33:01.713+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra Extra - Part Two</title><content type='html'>Continued from &lt;a href="http://cisgeneralgrievous.blogspot.com/"&gt;General Grievous's blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Image fades and is replaced by a brightly lit room in which the Prime Minister of Kamino, Lama Su, is seated.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/lamasu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/lamasu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lama Su, what are your opinions on this crisis?"&lt;br /&gt;"We should all sit down and discuss this peacefully, we don't want war, we just want to live peacefully"&lt;br /&gt;"But you're creating clones for the war?"&lt;br /&gt;"Beggars can't be choosers man, just sit down and relax, let the atmosphere give you new dreams and revive your inner being."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok ... that was the Prime Minister of Kamino"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Image is replaced by the Republic Command Centre and an important soldier sitting at a panel of lights]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/rageatdesk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/rageatdesk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Major Rage, how are you planning on surviving this blockade?"&lt;br /&gt;"The CIS have blockaded the planet, not the city, we'll still be able to find food and water, we will live, and we will most certainly fight back!"&lt;br /&gt;"So what is the biggest problem for the Republic?"&lt;br /&gt;"There is so many troops here on Kamino, it will be hard to protect the other planets, but I can assure you that it can and will be done, the only people who may suffer are the reporters."&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhhh... yes, thank you Major for your kind and inspiring words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As you saw the Republic is looking stronger than the CIS, this is based on the fact that there were two Republic representatives that we talked to. Back to you Rod."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you John, that was the latest from Kamino, tune in next hour for more ground breaking news."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are we off the air?"&lt;br /&gt;"Good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Rod, I want off this planet, I don't like that Major."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm, about that, we couldn't secure media passes for the blockade, the Station can't afford it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [Screen blackens quickly]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113255478170244663?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113255478170244663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113255478170244663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113255478170244663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113255478170244663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/11/extra-extra-part-two.html' title='Extra Extra - Part Two'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113234031167911207</id><published>2005-11-19T08:00:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T08:01:06.750+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting with a not so friendly General</title><content type='html'>Over the last few days, I've been getting my men to send transmissions to &lt;a href="http://cisgeneralgrievous.blogspot.com/"&gt;General Grievous&lt;/a&gt; to try and arrange the withdrawal of his Droids. Last night I tried myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"General Grievous, answer if you can hear this...."&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he did this to the other messages.&lt;br /&gt;"General Grievous, pick up the receiver, I know you're there, I can see that the light's on."&lt;br /&gt;The light then turned off.&lt;br /&gt;"General Grievous, just answer, I wish to discuss possible peace treaties."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he answered; while we were talking I sent him the location of a deserted outpost in the middle of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;"General Grievous speaking *cough*"&lt;br /&gt;"This is Major Rage of the Republic Army; I wish to discuss the withdrawal of the CIS from Kamino."&lt;br /&gt;"Go on..."&lt;br /&gt;"Meet me at the deserted outpost alone at noon."&lt;br /&gt;He didn't answer, so I took it that it was a yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the outpost at 11:30, Target and Sparky refused to let me go alone, so they were hiding when the General arrived. Sparky was behind a broken crane and Target was in a dumpster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At noon the he arrived.&lt;br /&gt;"Major Rage?"&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for coming, &lt;a href="http://cisgeneralgrievous.blogspot.com/"&gt;General Grievous&lt;/a&gt;. I hope you don't mind but for added security I have brought be Squad member Sparky and Target."&lt;br /&gt;I signalled for them to appear, and appeared they did.&lt;br /&gt;"You can put those away, General, we are unarmed."&lt;br /&gt;"Then why do you have a blaster pistol in your holster?"&lt;br /&gt;"For protection. now on to business. We want you to leave this planet, and we want you to leave now."&lt;br /&gt;Actually I forgot I had it there.&lt;br /&gt;"What will you give me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Absolutely nothing, except a free and untracked escape."&lt;br /&gt;"Well isn't that a nice little deal for you, I leave, you win, and you don't lose anything."&lt;br /&gt;"Then I'm afraid if will come down to force, and you will lose, us Clones are far superior to your Droids!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid he was angry with that statement, possibly because he's part Droid himself, who knows! Anyway, he ignited his lightsabers and advanced towards us, luckily I had my blaster pistol; it slowed him down enough for Sparky and Target to run to the ship while I rapidly backed towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparky drew out a Thermal Detonator and Target had found his Sniper Rifle, I think the General's life expectancy just halted. Of course he ran. who wouldn't, he might have be able to deflect the Sniper's blast, but he wouldn't have survived the Detonator's explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparky threw the Detonator, I have to say he isn't made for demolitions, he didn't throw it far enough, Grievous was thrown forwards just as Target fired. I think he was hit in the arm or chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grievous managed to get to his ship and take off, we were hurriedly fleeing as well; he might have had a few ships ready to attack us at his notice, who knows. We arrived back at the base safely, hopefully we put the &lt;a href="http://cisgeneralgrievous.blogspot.com/"&gt;General&lt;/a&gt; out of commission for at least a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113234031167911207?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113234031167911207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113234031167911207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113234031167911207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113234031167911207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/11/meeting-with-not-so-friendly-general.html' title='Meeting with a not so friendly General'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113203497960856486</id><published>2005-11-15T18:59:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T19:09:39.613+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been to 'ill and Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, such an unfortunate thing happened as we were on our way to Kamino; I fell sick. I was taken to the nearest medical centre on Kamino when we landed and had to be restrained to stop me leaving. Those people sure are stronger than they look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The battle is going well more and more Clone Troopers are arriving to reinforce the numbers already here. It is being organised by Target and Sparky until now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm all better now, and so I should be after two weeks, if I wasn't I would be telling those Doctors to go back to medical school for another few years!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On my way back I saw the most peculiar sight: a McDooku's here on Kamino! I thought Dooku knew about the diets of Troopers: strictly only prescribed food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/mcdookus-kamino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/mcdookus-kamino.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113203497960856486?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113203497960856486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113203497960856486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113203497960856486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113203497960856486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-been-to-ill-and-back.html' title='I&apos;ve been to &apos;ill and Back'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113048245079822400</id><published>2005-10-28T19:52:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T19:54:10.806+13:00</updated><title type='text'>We need you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Major Blast&lt;/b&gt;: It is with great satisfaction that I promote you, Rage, to the status of Major for the duration of your assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Major Rage&lt;/b&gt;: And what is this assignment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Major Blast&lt;/b&gt;: You, with your Squad to help, are to command the defence of Kamino as the Separatists attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: How do you know they are attacking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Major Blast&lt;/b&gt;: One of our informants is currently hiding on the Invisible Hand and is spying on General Grievous and his advisors. It seems that the General is suffering from some mental illness and has been disappearing strangely each morning only to return asleep the same night. It is at this time that his advisors have stepped in and are planning to attack Kamino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: I see, I'll pack up my equipment and head on over to Kamino first thing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Major Blast&lt;/b&gt;: See that you do that, Major!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113048245079822400?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113048245079822400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113048245079822400&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113048245079822400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113048245079822400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/10/we-need-you.html' title='We need you...'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113031227139433395</id><published>2005-10-26T20:37:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:37:51.400+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday  Interupted</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Hello, Rage speaking."&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;"But we're on holiday!"&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Sir..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;Me&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;n, we've been called back to Coruscant ASAP, it looks like they have a special assignment for us."&lt;br /&gt;"Dey ruinin our vacations way to often Mon!"&lt;br /&gt;"I say, they’ve cut our holidays short a tad too many times. Don't we deserve a bit of peace and quite every once in a while..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, men we do. But they have an assignment for us, so we have to go back, we can continue this tour some other time and claim it as work expenses."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113031227139433395?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113031227139433395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113031227139433395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113031227139433395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113031227139433395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/10/holiday-interupted.html' title='Holiday  Interupted'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-113002466810535764</id><published>2005-10-23T12:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T12:44:28.113+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday - Kashyyyk</title><content type='html'>We're here on Kashyyyk, the location of Lothlorien, as well as a McDooku'-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taget&lt;/span&gt;: McDooku's? Did jah jus say McDooku's mon? 'Cause I could swear that jah said McDooku's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rage&lt;/span&gt;: .... No I didn't....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Lothlorien is a forest where a colony of Elves live. They are lead by Quiborn and Padriel, who wields one of the Sabres fiven to the Elves. They live in the tree tops and helped the Fellowship of the Sabre by providing them with boats and gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kashyyyk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Kashyyyk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Kashyyyk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lothlorien:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/lothlorien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/lothlorien.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Sabres for the Elven-kings under the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,&lt;br /&gt;Nine for Mortal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" st="on"&gt;Me&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;n doomed to die,&lt;br /&gt;  One for the Sith Lord on his dark throne&lt;br /&gt;In the Land of Mordor where Shadows lie.&lt;br /&gt;  One Sabre to rule them all, One Sabre to find them,&lt;br /&gt;  One Sabre to bring them all and in the darkness bind them&lt;br /&gt;In the Land of Mordor where Shadows Lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-113002466810535764?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/113002466810535764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=113002466810535764&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113002466810535764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/113002466810535764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/10/holiday-kashyyyk.html' title='Holiday - Kashyyyk'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-112979735052964976</id><published>2005-10-20T21:35:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T21:40:56.843+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday - Mustafar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We have travelled to the hot Mustafar where the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;land&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Mordor&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; was filmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was here where Frokin Bagwalker along with Sirim approached Mt Darkside. Mordor was controlled by the Evil Lord Sidron and was his home and base of his armies. It collapsed when the One Sabre fell into Mt Darkside aided by the creature called Jarlum, who had possesion of the One Sabre for many years and who thinks of it has "&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;Me&lt;/st1:personname&gt;sa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; own, mesa's precious".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie, LOTS, Mordor looked like this.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/mtdoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/mtdoom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mustafar looks like this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/mustafar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/mustafar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Three Sabres for the Elven-kings under the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Nine for Mortal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" st="on"&gt;Me&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;n doomed to die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    One for the Sith Lord on his dark throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;In the Land of Mordor where Shadows lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    One Sabre to rule them all, One Sabre to find them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;    One Sabre to bring them all and in the darkness bind them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;In the Land of Mordor where Shadows Lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-112979735052964976?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/112979735052964976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=112979735052964976&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112979735052964976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112979735052964976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/10/holiday-mustafar.html' title='Holiday - Mustafar'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-112962415985582467</id><published>2005-10-18T21:03:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T21:29:19.860+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It seems like the notorious &lt;a href="http://cisgeneralgrievous.blogspot.com/"&gt;General Grievous&lt;/a&gt; "tagged" me for this weird quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago I was:&lt;br /&gt;An embryo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago I was:&lt;br /&gt;Training to be a Commando with my teacher Mr Anderson&lt;br /&gt;Missing classes while gambling behind the armoury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago I was:&lt;br /&gt;Promoted to Squad leader of Alpha Squad&lt;br /&gt;Fighting in the Republic's war effort against the Separatists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was:&lt;br /&gt;Receiving candidates for a place on the Squad&lt;br /&gt;Taking the tour: "The places as seen in LOTS"&lt;br /&gt;Ordering the latest custom armour plates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy the most:&lt;br /&gt;Ready to go SeaMeals&lt;br /&gt;Whisky&lt;br /&gt;Meal for 4: Roast Kaadu&lt;br /&gt;Energy on the Go snack bars&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 songs I know all the words to:&lt;br /&gt;99 Bottles of McDooku's Brew on the wall&lt;br /&gt;The accelerator on the space ship goes up and down&lt;br /&gt;City of Tall Buildings ( based on U2's "City of Blinding Lights")&lt;br /&gt;My Squad (Commando take on D12's "My Band")&lt;br /&gt;Interspatial Travellers Club (A song based on the joys of flying a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ideal places for running away to:&lt;br /&gt;Kamino&lt;br /&gt;Coruscant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Noel's Resort Ship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kashyyyk&lt;br /&gt;Naboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 items you will never see me wear:&lt;br /&gt;Shorts&lt;br /&gt;Short sleeved T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;Sandals&lt;br /&gt;A Jedi Robe&lt;br /&gt;A suit of TNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 biggest joys in my life:&lt;br /&gt;Fighting in the war&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing on Coruscant&lt;br /&gt;Using new weapons&lt;br /&gt;Using new vehicles&lt;br /&gt;Using new gadgets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 favourite toys:&lt;br /&gt;My blaster rifle&lt;br /&gt;My Republic attack Gunship&lt;br /&gt;My bottle of Whisky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 tags:&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to, knock yourself out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-112962415985582467?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/112962415985582467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=112962415985582467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112962415985582467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112962415985582467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged?'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-112918150981389610</id><published>2005-10-13T18:31:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T18:31:49.820+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday - Naboo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;It's so relaxing here, on Naboo. But there is only so much that you can do before the Hotel manager books a tour for your group because you start treating the place like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Film Industry on Naboo has been booming on Naboo. The scenery makes an ideal place to build workplaces for the crew, it is highly sought after to keep disgruntled employees quiet. Apart from that, the scenery is also a good place to shoot films. One such film was shot partly on Naboo along with other planets. This film was titled: Lord of the Sabre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of the Sabre is about a quest to stop the Evil Lord Sidron from gaining his One Sabre. The bearer of the Sabre is Frokin Bagwalker, Hobbit, he is accompanied by a fellowship consisting of: Yodalf, a wise Force master; Typhgorn, heir to the throne of Gondor; AT-li, a strong Dwarven warrior; Fourolas, an Elf who will live forever; Quimir, a foolish human guard; Obry, Macin, and Sirim, Hobbits and friends of Frokin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film starts in a place called the Shire, which was filmed on Naboo. We went there first and saw the set of the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/theshire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/theshire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Hobbiton_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Hobbiton_full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;It quite amazing to think that this was once the field that the Trade Federation Droids and Gungans faced off on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-112918150981389610?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/112918150981389610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=112918150981389610&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112918150981389610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112918150981389610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/10/holiday-naboo.html' title='Holiday - Naboo'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-112891906442565853</id><published>2005-10-10T17:35:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T17:37:44.430+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are now on Naboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After telling the other guards, and then Major Blast, we were ordered off Coruscant. It turned out that all the guards were letting tourists on the mountain - they called it a perk of their boring job and claimed that they did it as a result of low wages. Anyway, they now hate us and tried to kill us but firing a blaster cannon at our hotel room - the room was destroyed by the fire that started. Luckily we were talking to Major Blast in the restaurant on a higher floor. We were sent to the Witness Relocation Department of the Senate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked up to the desk and were greeted by a young green lady with three eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: We are here to be relocated as part of the-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Attendant&lt;/b&gt;: Fill in these forms and go wait in the room to your right, if that room is full go to the room on your left, if that one is also full then proceed to the room down the hall behind you and enter the room on the right after you have passed four doors on your left. Did you get that Sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Ahh.... Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Attendant&lt;/b&gt;: Good, now here are the forms, fill out everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These forms had some strange questions:&lt;br /&gt;When, if ever, did you have chocolate for dessert?&lt;br /&gt;What are you scared of?&lt;br /&gt;How long have you stayed on Tatooine, if ever?&lt;br /&gt;Where was your last meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After filling the forms out we went to the room on our left where we were yelled at and told to go to the first room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Isn't this the first room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Attendant Two&lt;/b&gt;: No, this is the second room.&lt;br /&gt;We went into the first room thinking it would be full. The W.R.D. must be expecting a huge rise in witness relocation, there was one person waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naboo is very peaceful.  We arrived yesterday and are going sight seeing tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-112891906442565853?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/112891906442565853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=112891906442565853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112891906442565853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112891906442565853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/10/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-112863046102888134</id><published>2005-10-07T09:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:28:06.670+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday - Coruscant II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The mountain was huge. We managed to bribe the guards and we walked onto the mountain. The first thing I realised was that, from the base, there were paths winding around the mountain. I thought that they would be patrol routes. These were not visible from the city as they were so small in comparison to the mountain itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our walk along one of the paths. At about midday we stopped for lunch and met the first sign of life on the mountain. We met a group of tourists. I walked up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: What do you think you're doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tourist&lt;/b&gt;: We're walking. What did you think we were doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Yes I can see that you're walking. How did you get on this mountain? It is off limits to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tourist&lt;/b&gt;: Then why are you here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: ummm... We are patrolling! Isn’t that right, men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Target&lt;/b&gt;: What Mon?&lt;i&gt; [Sparky kicks Target in the shin] &lt;/i&gt;Oww! Oh yeah did is the patrol... I mean that dis is de patrol, which is patrolling de mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tourist&lt;/b&gt;: Then why aren't we under arrest if it's against the law and you are patrolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Ok, you go on and leave the mountain and we won't tell anyone... I mean arrest you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tourist&lt;/b&gt;: Sure, whatever you say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left, but I'm quite sure that they didn't leave the mountain at once. We continued our hike and finally returned to the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: You haven't been letting tourists up into the mountains, have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Guard&lt;/b&gt;: Ahhhhh... No, of course not! What a ridiculous thing to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Sparky&lt;/b&gt;: Cough it up old chap! We know it was you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Guard&lt;/b&gt;: All right! All right! I was taking credits for access into the mountains, like I did with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: I should turn you in to the other guards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Guard&lt;/b&gt;: You wouldn't or you would be charged with walking on the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still considering turning him in; I just need to think of a reason to be on the mountain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-112863046102888134?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/112863046102888134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=112863046102888134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112863046102888134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112863046102888134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/10/holiday-coruscant-ii.html' title='Holiday - Coruscant II'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-112836719906446969</id><published>2005-10-04T08:19:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T08:19:59.070+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday - Coruscant</title><content type='html'>We arrived late last night at our hotel on the border of the Manarai Mountains. We were placed in the best rooms that the Army would pay for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/hotel-room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/hotel-room.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They're are good for what we need, but the reason people come to the Manarai Mountains is to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/coruscantmountains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/coruscantmountains.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided as a group to spend some of our money  on a better room over looking the mountains and their orbiting restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People aren't allowed on the mountains put we might be able to bribe a guard to let us on them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-112836719906446969?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/112836719906446969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=112836719906446969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112836719906446969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112836719906446969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/10/holiday-coruscant.html' title='Holiday - Coruscant'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-112819683749952455</id><published>2005-10-02T08:52:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T09:00:37.506+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Recovery - Part 6</title><content type='html'>Noel is awake now. Fluke has been cured and can now see and hear. He had a party to celebrate last night, a perfect excuse to hit the drinks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're on holiday, starting once we are debriefed, and are flying back to Coruscant, if only Bang was with us, he wanted this holiday so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debriefing wasn't much, just a bunch of "good job"s and "well done"s. However, as Noel is stuck on Kamino, Major Blast has offered her a ship if she supplies him with information about the CIS or Geonosians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're staying in the Mountain region on Coruscant for a week or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-112819683749952455?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/112819683749952455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=112819683749952455&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112819683749952455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112819683749952455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/10/mission-recovery-part-6.html' title='Mission Recovery - Part 6'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-112797830590530904</id><published>2005-09-29T19:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T19:18:25.913+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Recovery - Part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hahaha, this is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;We're arriving on Kamino tomorrow. Noel is safe, and has come around, Sprok managed to do the mindmelt thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Commandos found Fluke's drink supply and it’s been fun. We've been singing a lot of songs:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;....................................................................&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;99 Bottles of McDooku's Brew on the wall 99 Bottles of Brew, take one down, pass it around, 98 Bottles of McDooku's Brew on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;98 Bottles of McDooku's Brew on the wall 98 Bottles of Brew, take one down, pass it around, 97 Bottles of McDooku's Brew on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;97 Bottles of McDooku's Brew on the wall 97 Bottles of Brew, take one down, pass it around, 96 Bottles of McDooku's Brew on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;96 Bottles of McDooku's Brew on the wall 96 Bottles of Brew, take one down, pass it around, 95 Bottles of McDooku's Brew on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;95 Bottles of McDooku's Brew on the wall 95 Bottles of Brew, take one down, pass it around, 94 Bottles of McDooku's Brew on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;94 Bottles of McDooku's Brew on the wall 94 Bottles of Brew, take one down, pass it around, 93 Bottles of McDooku's Brew on the wall.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;....................................................................&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The accelerator on the space ship goes up and down, up and down, the accelerator on the ship goes up and down, all through the galaxy!&lt;br /&gt;The communicator on the space ship goes on and off, on and off, the communicator on the ship goes on and off, all through the galaxy!&lt;br /&gt;The airlock on the space ship goes open and close, open and close; the airlock on the ship goes open and close, all through the galaxy!&lt;br /&gt;The chair on the space ship goes up and down, up and down, the chair on the ship goes up and down, all through the galaxy!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;....................................................................&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We also played some games:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I spy with my little eye something beginning with the letter S"&lt;br /&gt;"Suit"&lt;br /&gt;"No"&lt;br /&gt;"Space ship"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;"I spy with my little eye something beginning with the letter C"&lt;br /&gt;"Couch"&lt;br /&gt;"No"&lt;br /&gt;"Candle"&lt;br /&gt;"No, where's a candle?"&lt;br /&gt;"Clone"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;....................................................................&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Two words!"&lt;br /&gt;"First word!"&lt;br /&gt;"You?"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;Me&lt;/st1:personname&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"Us?"&lt;br /&gt;"Trooper?"&lt;br /&gt;"Commando?"&lt;br /&gt;"Clone!"&lt;br /&gt;"Second word!"&lt;br /&gt;"Commando?"&lt;br /&gt;"Trooper?"&lt;br /&gt;"You? Why do you want to be cloned?"&lt;br /&gt;"Us?"&lt;br /&gt;"You?"&lt;br /&gt;"Commando!"&lt;br /&gt;"Clone Commando!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;....................................................................&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I should focus on piloting now; we're coming up to a school zone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-112797830590530904?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/112797830590530904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=112797830590530904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112797830590530904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112797830590530904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/09/mission-recovery-part-5.html' title='Mission Recovery - Part 5'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-112768895726090582</id><published>2005-09-26T22:06:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T22:06:23.730+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Recovery - Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is the day of the mission, the day to save Noel. Did we save her?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out in rough shape from last night - we were tired and bruised. Worst was Fluke, from what he said I gathered that he needed to pull off some fancy moves to evade the guards last night. We worked out way up to the building in the dusk, the guards couldn't see us: it was too dark.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once inside we walked along the corridors looking for the medical section. A small Geonosian walked out of the door to our right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Where’s the medical centre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Geonosian&lt;/b&gt;: I don’t speak Basic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Bang&lt;/b&gt;: WHAT? You don’t speak Basic, yet you just spoke in Basic? I don’t believe this guy. &lt;i style=""&gt;[Bangs slams his fist into the wall]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Geonosian went from looked shocked, to horrified in a split second. Then they ran, we followed them hoping that that they would lead us to the medical centre. They ran into a room and slammed the door behind them. Bang walked up to the door and kicked it down, inside a family was rapidly exchanging words, I had a funny feeling that those words were about us.&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Where is the medial centre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Eldest Geonosian&lt;/b&gt;: We’d rather die then tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Bang&lt;/b&gt;: What about them? &lt;i style=""&gt;[Points his rifle at the small Geonosian]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Eldest Geonosian&lt;/b&gt;: Ok, ok, I’ll talk! Take the first corridor on your right, continue along it past 11 doors on your right, turn left, go forward 4 doors, and turn right, the medical centre will be in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: Could we have that on a map?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Eldest Geonosian&lt;/b&gt;: Sure. &lt;i style=""&gt;[Hands Fluke a map of the building and draws the route on it]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: We’ll be going now. Have a nice day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We ran down the corridor as quietly as a group of five military professionals can, we followed the directions and sure enough in front of us was the medical centre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: We’re here to see Noel, the doctors sent us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Receptionist&lt;/b&gt;: Ok, &lt;i style=""&gt;[types something]&lt;/i&gt; right this way!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She led the way to Noel’s room.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Thank you, that will be all. Now go and act like nothing will happen here.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Target grabbed the motionless body and threw it over his shoulder. We ran out the door and back along the path that we had taken to the medical centre; we left the map on the bed.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Fluke:&lt;/b&gt; This way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: No, it’s this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: You’re wrong dude; it’s most certainly this way!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Out of a door came a human, Count Dooku.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Dooku&lt;/b&gt;: Well hello, old chaps. Care for a drop of tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt; (aside to Rage): I’ll distract him, you go on ahead, I’ll find you when I get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: Sure I’ll come for tea.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They walked over to a table in a reception area ahead, sat down and started talking like old friends. We turned and ran.&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We hit trouble, guards were pouring out of the side of the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Keep moving Target! Bang, protect Target!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Bang&lt;/b&gt;: Yes Sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Target&lt;/b&gt;: Yes Mon!&lt;br /&gt;Laser bolts were flying in all directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Move! Move! Move!&lt;br /&gt;A bolt hit Bang in the foot but he still ploughed on as if nothing had hit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Come on men! We can make it!&lt;br /&gt;I activated my tracking beacon so that Sparky would see our position and change the plan accordingly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We blasted our way through the guards and emerged in a giant circle of sand. There were a few pillars in the flat sand, but other than that there was no cover. It was an arena; there were thousands of Geonosians in the stands. It was an execution: a figure was being chained to a pillar. We ran to the pillar seeking shelter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Holg&lt;/b&gt;: You’ve rescued Noel! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: You know her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Holg&lt;/b&gt;: Yes I do! She’s my friend and my master!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Ok, you’re coming with us!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With that said I blasted the chain tying him to the pillar apart. A few moments latter a giant Reek was let loose into the arena, at that same time the Gunship dropped from the sky and landed behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Bang&lt;/b&gt;: Everybody get onboard, I’ll deal with the Reek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: No Soldier we can escape this!&lt;br /&gt;He ran towards the Reek, pulling out a remote as he went.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;BANG! BOOM! CRASH! BOOOOOM!!!&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Gunship left the ground as we were left staring at the remains of a soldier and monster splattered around the crater that the blast had created.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sparky&lt;/span&gt;: Where are the good Sir Fluke and silent Sir Sprok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rage&lt;/span&gt;: Down there somewhere! Continue looking for them they should emerge soon.&lt;br /&gt;About five minutes latter they emerged. The Gunship flew over and let them board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were successful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-112768895726090582?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/112768895726090582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=112768895726090582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112768895726090582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112768895726090582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/09/mission-recovery-part-4.html' title='Mission Recovery - Part 4'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-112763915539667550</id><published>2005-09-25T21:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T21:05:55.403+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission: Recovery - Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To put it bluntly, we got nowhere close to rescuing Noel. At night the lights were too bright and it was too light during the day. We had one thing to do before attempting to rescue Noel: cut the power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that we would strike where the power was created for the facility where Noel is being held, this was the generator. Like all our previous actions with Fluke we had a good talk beforehand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Ok, Fluke, you know what you have to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: Yes! I take Sprok and we enter the building from the South, evading the guards, not being seen, heard or detected in any other way. When we reach the generator Sprok will tamper with it so that it will stop working for an undetectable cause half an hour after we leave the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Yes, meanwhile Alpha Squad and I will enter from the North, killing all the guards, causing a diversion for you, and moving into the generator control room where we will proceed to fake a problem there to take the attention off the generator itself and place the blame on the programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: I tell you it won't happen like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Well you can hope that it happens like that or you'll find it hard to reach the generator and the time wasted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; As arranged we approached from the North. We had left Fluke and Sprok at our camp taking only what we needed: for us a rifle each; for Fluke and Sprok, one rifle and a tool box from their ship. We spotted the guards walking around on their regular patrol. Suddenly one dropped down, and then another, then the last member of the patrol died, after yelling something in an unrecognisable language.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The place lit up like a club on Coruscant, and sounded like one too. There were lights everywhere and a loud siren with directions being yelled overtop of it. Perfect! The guards started pouring out of all buildings. Then they too dropped to the ground, unfortunately they seemed to guess what had happened and were not dropping to the ground dead, but were drawing out their weapons and firing out into the dark. I risked a few words into my COM Link “Hide and retreat”. This actually meant “hide and proceed forward when clear”, here we were hoping for the enemy to scan all transmissions and pick this up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It worked all to well. They started running in all directions, fanning out searching for anyone in front of them, but we were behind them. We quickly dispatched the few that had stayed behind, and then entered the complex.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Sparky, alter the system to make it look like a fault with the generator. Target stand at the door and tell me if you see someone coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Sparky&lt;/b&gt;: Yes Sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Target&lt;/b&gt;: Ok Mon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;A few minutes latter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sparky&lt;/span&gt;: Done old chap, and it is an absolutely smashing job if I do say so myself, they’ll have a jolly good time fixing it I can assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rage&lt;/span&gt;: Ok, move out men!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We fled out side and into the night. We arrived back at camp and waited for Fluke and Sprok to return. It looked like we were successful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-112763915539667550?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/112763915539667550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=112763915539667550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112763915539667550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112763915539667550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/09/mission-recovery-part-3.html' title='Mission: Recovery - Part 3'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-112745464250815673</id><published>2005-09-23T17:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T17:50:42.516+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission: Recovery - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We finally arrived on Geonosis in the early hours to find a disgruntled Fluke and calm Sprok:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Wake up Fluke we have work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: What’s the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Four thirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: WHAT! FOUR THIRTY! WHAT KIND OF TIME IS FOUR THIRTY? SLEEP TIME! Now go away for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I didn't know that important people like to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he slept we went out and scouted the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/geonosisscope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/geonosisscope.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/geonosisscope.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/geonosisscope.jpg" style="'width:177.75pt;height:118.5pt'" button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\JOHNAT~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/geonosisscope.jpg"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we returned Fluke was his usual self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: We went out to scout the area and find the settlement where Noel is being kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: Why didn't you wake me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Target&lt;/b&gt;: We did mon! Ba you refused to rise to da call o duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: When was this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Target&lt;/b&gt;: It be at four thirty mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: FOUR THIRTY! WHAT KIND OF TIME IS FOUR THIRTY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bang&lt;/b&gt;: Sleep time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: YES! How'd you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Wait everyone; we are here to save Noel so let's save Noel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: Ok. Lead us to the settlement and we can figure out something to do there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived on the outskirts of the settlement with the sun directly over our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Fluke, Have you had ant ideas yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: I'll have one, just wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5 minutes latter:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: What about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: Give me a bit of space dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparky&lt;/b&gt;: Say old chaps, shouldn't we be hiding now? It appears that a patrol of natives are coming our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Everyone hide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the patrol had gone we had our idea for rescuing Noel:&lt;br /&gt;We would run in take Noel and run back out where Sparky would be waiting with the Gunship to carry us away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will see if this works.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-112745464250815673?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/112745464250815673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=112745464250815673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112745464250815673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112745464250815673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/09/mission-recovery-part-2.html' title='Mission: Recovery - Part 2'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-112736768768824459</id><published>2005-09-22T19:15:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:23:59.966+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission: Recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mission Codename: Recovery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location: Geonosis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Squad &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;Me&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;mbers: Rage, Target, Bang, Sparky, Fluke, Sprok, Chad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weapons: 4 DC-17m Blaster Rifles, 2 Thermal Detonators, whatever Fluke and Sprok have, DC-15A Blaster Rifle (Chad's weapon)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vehicles: Republic Attack Gunship, Theta-class T2c Shuttle, Fluke's vehicle(s)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found Fluke this morning standing by his ship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: Who's this here? Are you the talked about Rage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Yes I am. I presume you are Special Agent Fluke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: What? &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;Me&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;? A "Special Agent"? No. But I am Fluke Starbucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bang&lt;/b&gt;: Oh great, just great, first no holiday and then they guy whose meant to be an important person turns out to be unimportant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: Just wait a darn tooting minute, who are you calling unimportant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Please Mr Starbucker, calm down and ignore Bang *whisper* he doesn't like working in groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bang&lt;/b&gt;: Hey! I heard that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Anyway, let’s get off this planet. I presume that you're all ready to leave? Ok, let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fluke&lt;/span&gt;: Call me Fluke dude. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Starbucker&lt;/span&gt; is too formal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt; We arrived on Geonosis with great caution.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Now we wait for Fluke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[COM link starts to beep]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Hello Fluke. Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fluke&lt;/b&gt;: Where am I? I'm on Geonosis! Where are YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: But I'm on Geono....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I looked out of the window only to find my self in the middle of some ocean with little holiday islands dotted about the blue mass.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Sparky, where are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparky&lt;/b&gt;: Why? We're on Geonosis old chap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: No we most certainly are not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparky&lt;/b&gt;: Hold on a mo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;After checking our co-ordinates Sparky returns.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparky&lt;/b&gt;: Well thats just marvellous! It seems that our flight path was changed before launch. The computers recorded it as the work of Bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bang&lt;/b&gt;: Yes Sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Why did you reset the flight path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bang&lt;/b&gt;: We deserve a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: No we need to do our mission!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bang&lt;/b&gt;: Well I need my break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Sparky, reset the flight path for Geonosis!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;It looks like we'll arrive early tomorrow morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-112736768768824459?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/112736768768824459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=112736768768824459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112736768768824459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112736768768824459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/09/mission-recovery.html' title='Mission: Recovery'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-112726315166102835</id><published>2005-09-21T19:55:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T19:53:25.496+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling Out and a New Mission</title><content type='html'>Communications have been out for the past week as we have been searching for General Grievous, as we don't know what type of weaponry/machines that he has. However, we have found nothing. Grievous appears to have caused no noticeable or significant incidents at all on Coruscant, all that has happened is that a local has been picked on by a local gang for fly-bys and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday Night a Clone found us at base as we were returning our weapons to our lockers and preparing for our holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clone&lt;/b&gt;: Commando Rage, Sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Yes soldier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clone&lt;/b&gt;: You and Alpha Squad are to report to briefing room 7 in 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bang&lt;/b&gt;: What! They can't be serious! I'll have them in front of the courts for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sparky&lt;/b&gt;: Not again, they did this last month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Come on men; let’s get this over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took my speeder from the barracks to the office blocks about a kilometre away and entered briefing room 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Major Blast&lt;/b&gt;: Rage, Alpha Squad! I'm glad that you came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bang&lt;/b&gt;: What is it this time Sir? Cat up a tree? Blocked toilet? Broken windo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Target&lt;/b&gt;: Calm down mon! Let da Major speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Major Blast&lt;/b&gt;: Thank you Target. Just over 10 hours ago we received a S.O.S from a ship on Kamino. It was Clone trooper &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; requesting help for a friend of his who is held captive on Geonosis. This may well be the chance we have been looking for to push that attack on the planet. We need her alive to report to us what has happened to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: So we're to go to Geonosis and rescue her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Major Blast&lt;/b&gt;: Yes and no. You are to meet up with Special Agent Fluke and his associate on Kamino and proceed to Geonosis where you will infiltrate the base and escape with Noel and her droid at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bang&lt;/b&gt;: Why us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Major Blast&lt;/b&gt;: This is very important. If we get Senate approval to attack Geonosis we can decrease the Separatist’s supply of droids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rage&lt;/b&gt;: Roger Sir! We'll be departing now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Major Blast&lt;/b&gt;: Hold up, Rage. You are to meet Fluke in four days. This is what he and his associate looks like:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/fluke-sprok-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/fluke-sprok-photo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left after that and arrived to Kamino 2 days ago. We've been helping train some troops before our rendezvous with Fluke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-112726315166102835?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/112726315166102835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=112726315166102835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112726315166102835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112726315166102835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/09/pulling-out-and-new-mission.html' title='Pulling Out and a New Mission'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-112632791049567095</id><published>2005-09-10T17:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T16:52:52.386+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission: Security</title><content type='html'>We have been keeping up our patrol for the last couple of days and came across one peculiar site early this morning. This is the report I have written up on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location: Lower Levels, Coruscant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Building Type: Bar/Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deaths/Injuries: Bartender (Unidentified) - Dead&lt;br /&gt;Found by: Bang (Alpha Squad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first irregularity that Bang noticed was the lack of people near the site mentioned. After calling the rest of Alpha Squad we proceeded into the establishment. It looks like a fight broke out at one end of the bar and continued through the bar and into the club area. The are numerous blast marks on the walls and furniture as well as some weird scorch lines along the floor. The bartender seems to have died from either a powerful laser blast or lightsaber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt; Either General Grievous, a member of the Jedi Order or a Sith Lord conducted this murder. Witnesses were not able to be found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-112632791049567095?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/112632791049567095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=112632791049567095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112632791049567095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112632791049567095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/09/mission-security_10.html' title='Mission: Security'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-112616301266357122</id><published>2005-09-08T18:53:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:03:32.666+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission: Security</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mission Codename: Security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location: Lower Level, Coruscant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Squad Members: Rage, Target, Bang, Sparky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weapons: 4 DC-17m Blaster Rifles, 2 Thermal Detonators&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vehicles: None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the mission I was on when I discovered this way to preserve my memories. Its not that important, or secret, but we were promised a more exciting mission if we complete this to a satisfactory level.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;We have been ordered down to the Lower Levels to exterminate some of the criminals living down here. We'll be stationed here for another week then we pull out and relax for a while.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;We've also seen the reports that General Grievous is here somewhere - I think we should try and avoid him but Bang wants to find him and kill him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Ok time to start patrolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Rage Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-112616301266357122?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/112616301266357122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=112616301266357122&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112616301266357122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112616301266357122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/09/mission-security.html' title='Mission: Security'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-112579384319882504</id><published>2005-09-06T16:40:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T16:37:48.773+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Vehicles - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Some more vehciles that we ride in/use:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/gunshipcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/gunshipcopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Republic Attack Gunship&lt;br /&gt;The best anti-air and anti-ground ship that the republic has. This ship is one of the reasons that we are winning the war. It carries troops, attack aircraft, attacks ground trroops. Simply: it is the best aircraft available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/at-tecopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/at-tecopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All Terrain Tactical Enforcer&lt;br /&gt;This huge walker is the fear of every enemy - it is heavily armored and has huge weaponary capablities destroying all in its path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/sphatcopycopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/sphatcopycopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Self Propelled Heavy Artillery - Turbolaser&lt;br /&gt;This behemoth of a vehicle is simply a giant turret. However Instead of rotating this building turns on its 12 legs to face its target - it specialises in ground to ground and ground to air attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/gunboatcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/gunboatcopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Republic Assault Gunboat&lt;br /&gt;This guboat is really only a patrol craft with a difference - it is equipped with antipersonnel blasters and anti-vehicle laser cannons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/arc-170copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/arc-170copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ARC-170&lt;br /&gt;These are the defenders of space for the Republic. Three troopers (or Commandos) are required to fly it -one flying it, another operating the laser cannons, and a tailgunner to operate the rear-facing cannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An thats all the vehicle which we can use if we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rage Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-112579384319882504?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/112579384319882504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=112579384319882504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112579384319882504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112579384319882504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/09/vehicles-part-2.html' title='Vehicles - Part 2'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-112565276267872832</id><published>2005-09-04T12:26:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T12:27:15.293+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Vehicles - Part 1</title><content type='html'>We in Alpha Squad have many vehicles in which we ride around in and destroy things with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/turbotankcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/turbotankcopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clone Turbo Tank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Tank is one gate crasher of a tank dealing alot of damage and taking little in return, perfect for transporting my squad into and out of battle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/atapcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/atapcopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All Terrain Attack Pod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not used too much by my squad this is a favourite for long distance assaults&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/300px-Atotcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/300px-Atotcopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All Terrain Open Tansport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you can be killed from above when the enemy is below this beast can transport many people to their location to destroy the enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/at-rtcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/at-rtcopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All Terrain Recon Transport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vehicle is particularly useful for my squad when we are sent to scout areas for a tactical advantage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Barc_Speedercopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Barc_Speedercopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BARC Speeder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our predered mode of transportation as it is quick, small and powerful making entries and escapes possible with surprising ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of our vehicles that we can use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rage signing off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-112565276267872832?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/112565276267872832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=112565276267872832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112565276267872832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112565276267872832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/09/vehicles-part-1.html' title='Vehicles - Part 1'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-112562934179712337</id><published>2005-09-03T15:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T12:27:46.210+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Weapons</title><content type='html'>My squad has been given clearance to use many weapons but we only need these four to do our job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/DC-17m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/DC-17m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DC-17m Blaster Rifle&lt;/span&gt; - Our standard do-everything weapon. We can use it as a blaster rifle with 300 rounds, we can use it as a sniper rife with 20 shots, or an anti-armor grenade launcher with 4 shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/dh17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/dh17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DH-17 Blaster Pistol&lt;/span&gt; - Though out matched by the DC-17m blaster rifle this pistol is superior on board space ships where blaster fire could kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/thermaldetonator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/thermaldetonator.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thermal Detonator&lt;/span&gt; - Our demolition weapon of choice, it is small and dedly. What could be better.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/detonator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/detonator.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Detonation Pack&lt;/span&gt; - Very useful for when we need high powered explosive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are all the weapons we use and all we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-112562934179712337?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/112562934179712337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16122578&amp;postID=112562934179712337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112562934179712337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16122578/posts/default/112562934179712337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/2005/09/weapons.html' title='Weapons'/><author><name>Commando: Rage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12787398894222316868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b37/Freezingfire/Clonecommando2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16122578.post-112560700523981850</id><published>2005-09-02T08:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T10:20:43.643+12:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Commando 01487&lt;br /&gt;Nickname: Rage&lt;br /&gt;Age: 20 (Although I am actually 10)&lt;br /&gt;Species: Human&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Male&lt;br /&gt;Height: 1.83 Meters&lt;br /&gt;Home Planet: Kamino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Squad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Name: Alpha Squad&lt;br /&gt;Members:&lt;br /&gt;Rage&lt;br /&gt;Target&lt;br /&gt;Bang&lt;br /&gt;Sparky&lt;br /&gt;Location: Lower Levels, Coruscant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16122578-112560700523981850?l=commando01487.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commando01487.blogspot.com/feeds/112560700523981850/comments/default' title='Post 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