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Korpil
4 February 2004, 08:20 AM
Quadrant: Tetrad's Umbra.

Rebel #1 Group.

Episode I: The Destroyer of Worlds.



A couple of days had passed by. Owen Marnek's dislike for the ship had grown with every second spend aboard it. Not to mention the passengers.

The ship. A Peth-class Inmate Transport. Designed for prisoners, criminals, the scum of the galaxy. And here he was traveling with a motley group of beings.

A human. Lavidean Sallian. A Zabrak. Khalos Odok. And a frigging Gungan. Tobler Grizbain, or something like that. And four Rebel troopers, cannon fodder, he thought.

But then again, this is what happens when you work for the Rebellion. Always expect the unexpected. It had all started a week ago. Commander Macas had summoned him.

"You will have a new partner. His name is Lavidean Sallian. And your first mission together will involve a couple of CorSec Agents, and a visit to a Safe World."

Safe Worlds were highly-classified locations where the Alliance sent refugees, trooper's families and other people hiding from the Empire. Unfortunately, they also doubled as Rebel prisons, where criminals and assorted prisoners of war were confined on remote islands without any chance of escape.

That's why the ship. A Peth-class Inmate Transport separated physically the crew from the passengers, and since it had no windows, there was no way anyone aboard could figure out the location of the Safe World. Pilots were carefully selected and screened, their identities classified. Only a few beings in the galaxy knew the location of the Alliance Safe Worlds.

But why the CorSec Agents? They were searching for a high-profile criminal, wanted on Corellia. Alliance had pinned him a couple of months ago, and sent him to this particular Safe World. They were escorting him back to Corellia. He and Lavidean were assigned to watch the procedure and set things up smoothly.

Things will not be easy. Definitely not.

"Lavidean, what was this planet's designation, anyway?"

(OOC: It's MK81964, everyone remembers this)

Haradim
4 February 2004, 10:57 AM
The voice barely broke through his fading consciousness. Lavidean blinks and looks around, setting his eyes upon the form of his Rebel companion. He'd nearly fallen asleep. Again.

"Designation...? Ahh yes..."

The lean scout, dressed in comfortable, loose clothing, pulled himself upright in his less-than-comfortable chair, clearing his throat.

"MK...81964. Yeah..."

He straightens his many-pocketed vest, absently wondering what Owen Marnek was thinking. He'd only known the other Rebel for a short time, mere days, and their environs didn't seem to make him a particularly talkative persona.

"Not that this makes for much of a party barge..."

Lavidean glancess around, wondering what the others are doing.

Gyp Ryol
4 February 2004, 03:42 PM
Tobler Grizbain cast a critical eye over the rest of the group of passengers, then turned to his friend Khalos. He whispered in his baritone voice, "Meesa still canno' believe ousa good forten. Did yousa do somtin dat got usen outta thaten dead-end assignment?" Tobler carefully articulated the last word, and it came out nearly perfectly.
He himself was amazed that the two of them had managed to get this assignment, despite the Empire's control of CorSec and their anti-alien policies. Although he was less than pleased with the accomodations (he had bumped his head twice on the ceiling), he couldn't complain, as it got him out of the smoky catinas he usually worked in.
However, that Commander Marnek seemed less than pleased to have Tobler along for the mission. Tobler sensed that his species' poor reputation had preceeded him yet again.

Tyrok
5 February 2004, 07:34 AM
Khalos frowned.
It was indeed strange that they got this assignment.
The unlucky duo spent most of their time doing jobs that were not appropriate for CorSec agents to say the least.
This made Khalos very angry.
One of the reasons he joined CorSec is the challenges and the thrill that came with the job, and he ended up catching petty gamblers who weren’t smart or lucky enough to beat their opponents.
But than again, you have to be smart to get away with it… not that one could say that for the ones Khalos and Tolber caught.
The zabrak snapped out of the chain of thought he got caught in.
This happened to him often.

He turned, and looked at his friend.
“I haven’t done anything, pal. Perhaps those imperial bantha fodders decided to give us a chance.”

Gyp Ryol
5 February 2004, 02:45 PM
Tobler frowned. There was something bothering him about all this. Something smelled stinkawitch, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He looked over at Lavidean, who appeared to be falling asleep. "Yousa looken a little tired. Maybe yousa wanna play a little game to passen the time?" Tobler held up a sabaac deck.

Haradim
9 February 2004, 11:44 AM
Lavidean turns his attention to the Gungan, and smiles.

"Sure!"

Stretching, he rises from his chair, saying with a grin, "But I haven't played a great deal. Dunno if I could put up much of a challenge." Roughly average in height for a human, he gives only a passing glance toward potential head hazards.

Lavidean wonders, as he moves to join the Gungan, if the sometimes less-than-flattering stories he had heard were true.

"But I guess he wouldn't be with CorSec, and wouldn't be here, if he were like that, hm?"

Korpil
9 February 2004, 12:24 PM
Owen moves closer to the Gungan and Lavidean...

"I don't play... an oath, you know. But I sure love to watch."


......


Meanwhile in another corner of the Galaxy...

Kelvin Radegant flies with half a dozen of Rebel companions in a battered Ghtroc freighter traveling to their next destination, bored with lack of activity he steps up to the cockpit where a small Sullustan teaches piloting skills to a huge Wookiee.

"Then pull lever increase speed, understand?" The minuscule Sullustan called Arbo Gund tries to explain in his poor Basic.

Dewova a tall and slender female Wookie groans while she nods.

The Sullustan laughs heartily making a comment in Sullustan which Kelvin easily understands...

(OOC: He says that he must not be a bad teacher after all, if he can get pass the barriers of language)


.........


And in yet another part of the Galaxy...

Vooko Zeelas flies his modified A-Wing, Neckbreaker along with a couple of Rebel pilots in Y-Wings. The mission was clear, disable, kidnap, return. Vooko will give cover to the Y-wings while they take care of the TIE/sh, then they should extract the passenger and return him to Alliance for interrogation... at least it was a welcome change to the endless patrolling shifts looking for pirates or other unwelcomed visitors...

Flight Officers Budek and Eelek were cousins, both had lost their fathers in a failed mutiny attempt. Their mothers were now living on a Safe World... and they were only able to communicate through messages recorded on datapads.

"Hey Vooko... show us what your baby can do! Neckbreaker? Huh! It'll get my neck sore out of boredom! ha ha!" Budek laughed...

"Let us show you the meaning of good flying... Because... There is no match..." replied Eelek...

And both finished the phrase: "for the Crimson Twins!!!!" exploding in laughter...

(OOC: Yes, they're cousins but if you're curious, you'll have to ask ;) )

Vanger Chevane
9 February 2004, 02:56 PM
Originally posted by Korpil
And in yet another part of the Galaxy...

Vooko Zeelas flies his modified A-Wing, Neckbreaker along with a couple of Rebel pilots in Y-Wings. The mission was clear, disable, kidnap, return. Vooko will give cover to the Y-wings while they take care of the TIE/sh, then they should extract the passenger and return him to Alliance for interrogation... at least it was a welcome change to the endless patrolling shifts looking for pirates or other unwelcomed visitors...

Either I pulled this job as someone up the chain doesn't like me, or I made a bigger impression than I expected with that Recon Mission. I had the chance to not leave a teammate behind, and I took it. Even if it hadn't worked I had to try...

That misbegotten TIE Shuttle isn't too heavily armored, almost totally unarmed and slow as a dupe. It can't put up much of a defense other than running & screaming for help. A shuttle armed with Ion guns for secondaries could drop that thing, we're fielding significantly more firepower than needed. Either the target's a lot hotter than we were told, or it's some sort of trap.

Calls up the specs for the TIE/sh, going over the good angles of attack on disabling parts like Shield Generators, Hyperdrive Motivators & Power Regulators he'd plotted into his computer for quick recall if needed.

From the top. Shields, hyperdrives, power regulators, pilot. Engines are too touchy, we can't afford to vape this guy, but we can vape the ship once we have the package.

Have to come in 90 off above or below and very carefully to pop only the viewport on this fugly thing. Passenger compartment is separate, should protect the prize. As long as he can't outrun the Bones or have Friends we oughta be good.


"Hey Vooko... show us what your baby can do! Neckbreaker? Huh! It'll get my neck sore out of boredom! ha ha!" Budek laughed...

"Let us show you the meaning of good flying... Because... There is no match..." replied Eelek...

And both finished the phrase: "for the Crimson Twins!!!!" exploding in laughter...

Rolls his eyes at the overconfidence of his wingmates. While he had learned along the Racing Circuit he was a good pilot, he also knew that plenty of better pilots were out there.

"Has it ever occured to you we're slightly overgunned for the simple job they described? Stay awake, and don't get too proud of yourself or some twit with that Academy-Fresh Scent is gonna be painting you onto a blank hull.

Last mission I pulled sounded like a blue-milk Snoop Run in an asteroid field. Intel missed a lot of Little Friends. Eight of ours never left, two more are probly still floating around Hyperspace somewhere. "

Pauses as those events flood unbidden across his memory. "C'mon, your last mission was a Patrol, same as ours." "Practice Runs. Now it's Race Day."

"If Bantha Baby there has friends, and I can't keep em all busy, you're top of the menu for the Teopari. Bout the only thing you boys can pace is dupes, eyeballs and squints will burn you faster than you can track if you're not careful."

" We drop in all nice & green-looking, they're going to make it a lot easier for us if they think we're easy marks. If I have to pull out the Rafe Whirl or other surprises, we're in so deep you'll be doing a lot of grunting just to see the finish line."

Lets the "twins" groan and complain. "Aw, yer no fun" one of them said. "Not when it's time to race. After it's over there's plenty of time for fun and celebration. Right now we need to work on getting that far."

"You are too serious. I swear we got assigned Rockhopper here to kill all the fun." "Serious got me twelfth in the last Oseon. Pilots in for the fun of it never finished. Where's your Stats?"

Notices one of them turn his head to glance over at him, it was hard to tell, but it looked like his jaw was hanging open.


"Let's get this over with as quickly and cleanly as we can, maybe I'll show ya a few things once the strag's off our gear list. Keep your sensor secondary on 312.05. If it's alone I'll do a swipe across to show you what he's got, if it's got friends I might get a line you can take the shot on once the Baby's asleep.

This isn't the Invitational, but the points still count for the Galaxy Cup. Stay alive and get the job done." He wanted to add but didn't as they wouldn't have listened anyway in that order.

Terras Jadeonar & Raven
9 February 2004, 04:57 PM
Indeed, it was 'nother lengthly trip inbetween spots... Being in this old Ghtroc, Kelvin looked out one of the viewports and couldnt help but wonder where Crix is off and up to right about now. Ahh well, maybe a visit to the cockpit will prove entertaining...

Kelvin laughs with Arbo, taking in the comment and replies one in return:
"Teaching's not the only thing that can pass the language barriers, here just watch..."

"Hey, Dewova, did he show you the "nerf's gonna hit the fan" lever?"

Dewova's response is a curious grunt & quizzickle expresion to match

Kelvin mocks a look of hurt, "He didn't? well then, let me show you... its this one right-" Kelvin reaches for a lever at random, just as Arbo starts yelling in sullustan, Kelvin backs away with a grin

"Whoops! that was the "don't ever touch while in hyperspace lever!" See? pay careful attention and you'll learn how to fly this thing in no time!" Kelvan said with a grin, patting the wookie's shoulder gently

"So, where we headed to captain?" then in sullustan, adding "Hey, I think she likes you..."

Tyrok
10 February 2004, 11:14 AM
Khalos looked at his friend approach Lavidean.

"Yousa looken a little tired. Maybe yousa wanna play a little game to passen the time?"

Lavidean looked at Tolber and smiled. "Sure!"

Khalos smiled. When he first got the infamous assignment to catch cheaters,
little did he know of the popular card game. He was forced to learn the game,
and he thought of it as the only part of the job he didn't like, rather than entertainment.
Strange, because now, when he was finally rid of sabaac, he found that he liked it.

He raised up a hand. "May I join in on this?"

Haradim
10 February 2004, 03:44 PM
Lavidean settled down into a seating position, attempting to recall what rules of the game he had managed to learn. He hadn't had much time, back then...

The zabrak, Khalos, raised his hand. "May I join in on this?"

'Eh? I don't mind. More the merrier, " said the human, looking across at Tobler. Lavidean flashed a small smile. "I'll need someone to help distract from my impending, embarrassing defeat."

Lavidean relaxed, and hoped that this would be a sign of things to come. He had seen what could happen to a group that couldn't hold come together, and he didn't want a repeat of *that* disaster. A prison world didn't seem like an ideal place for a group meltdown...

Gyp Ryol
10 February 2004, 05:53 PM
Tobler smiled widely, showing all of his square white teeth. "Khalos, yousa always welcome to be joinin. And yousa," he said, pointing at Lavidean, "Shouldn't bein worried about noting. Meesa only being playin dis game a little bit. Meesa no very good." Tobler dealt the cards out among the three players and winked at Khalos. This was going to be a fun game.

Tyrok
11 February 2004, 06:26 AM
Khalos drew up a chair, and sat at the game table.
He smiled as he caught his friend's wink.

"Ah... let's see." He gathered up his cards, and assesed the situation.

"Good, good." He said, very silently, to himself more than anybody else.

This was just a game for fun, but Khalos always did his best.
He found that he could learn alot about one's intelligence through card games.
Most card games were influenced alot by luck, but none of them relied solely on that.

He looked at Lavidean and put on his fake happy face, trying hard to look like a sucker.
He wondered how good the Rebel officer was...


OOC: Should we roll or what? And who does the rolls in general? Do we roll our own or will you, Korpil, roll for us?

Korpil
16 February 2004, 08:11 AM
Owen followed with an insane attention all the player's movements. It was fascinating, like a spell on him, but he had sworn not to play again. The last time he had lost everything but the shirt, and his little sister had somehow got the money to pay all his debts. He would have repaid her, but she died on their homeplanet's invasion by the Empire. This was a different debt.

Tobler certainly was agile, he could barely see the Gungan's hands while he shuffled the deck.

----

The little Sullustan tries to calm himself. This guy almost started the landing process in the middle of hyperspace! But... oh... ok.. he speaks Sullustese... he must not be that bad!

"Kelvin, right? We are headed to Agnar Lok, we received a tip that the Imps want to nationalize some important mining scheme over there."

And he switched back to Sullustese: "And of course she doesn't like me, I'm but a small Sullustan!"

Meanwhile the gigantic Wookiee drifted off the conversation, as if haunted by a sudden ghostly thought...

-----

Back on the crew cabins, Private Gion Lollombee held an argument with Ynnek Rellim.

"I am telling you, there was a Jedi combatant on Teräs Käsi once, I saw my father's news archive, it was almost at the end of the Old Republic. Whether or not he used the Force to beat other competitors I cannot tell you. But I swear there was one."

-----

"OK, Budek," said Eelek on a calm note. "We'll have to switch to serious mode before Vookoo here steps out of his A-wing and beats the heck out of us!"

"You the man Eelek. So, Vookoo, what if this little mission is way too overgunned, as you said, but they planned it as an excuse to keep our senses sharp and the engines warm?"

Ynnek Rellim
16 February 2004, 09:16 AM
Leaning back in his chair, hands locked behind his head, Ynnek can barely keep his boredom in check. He paid slight attention to Giom Lollombee and doubted the validity of his claim.

Teras Kasi, it had sounded familiar. Ynnek couldn't remember if that was one of his many destinations in search of his parents. Then again, maybe not...

Still leaning back in his chair, Ynnek replies to Private Giom, " A Jedi? I doubt he would have entered such a competition. The Jedi have bounded themselves a set of rules." Although doubting his story, Ynnek still seems curious as to the Jedi's name, "Did you perhaps come by his name?"

Haradim
16 February 2004, 10:41 AM
Leaning back, Lavidean watches with a slight, bemused expression as Tobler adeptly handles the cards. Gathering his own hand up, he studies the cards. Thinking back to the frigid barracks where he had first been introduced to the game, Lavidean tries to recall the various hands and tactics introduced to him.

Unfortunately, he was not entirely sure what he was holding. He glanced up at the others around the small table. Commander Marnek seemed strangely enthralled, though the game didn't seem to be all *that* exciting to Lavidean.

"I wonder if he would be able to better represent the Rebellion here", the scout thinks with a mental sigh.

The two CorSec officers seemed at ease...though piercing a gambler's sabacc face was not one of Lavidean's talents.

Vanger Chevane
16 February 2004, 11:43 AM
"You the man Eelek. So, Vookoo, what if this little mission is way too overgunned, as you said, but they planned it as an excuse to keep our senses sharp and the engines warm?"

"Then we have a quick blue-milk run, and fratz around on the trip home. Could be the target is so hot he's radioactive, and it's a high priority enough firepower get fielded to ensure the mission goes right despite any surprises while making sure that as few people as possible know about it.

But since when have you known Intel to assign significantly more assets to a mission than was required? Seems to me that if anything, they have this nasty habit of underestimating what the Imps drag into a situation, or understaffing our response.

Can't be sloppy in Starfighter Command, or you simply won't live long and be seeing action. Seems a lot of pilots have a decent number of kills or missions, far fewer have both."

Terras Jadeonar & Raven
16 February 2004, 10:39 PM
With a mock salute, "Yessiree, Kelvin I am. Heh, anything involving the Imperials is bad news. Weren't it for them, racing teams like the Tancredi's wouldn't have had to shut down."

Kelvin leans against up against the backside of Dewova's seat, "So what your saying is we're gonna give the Imps a visit, drop a couple thermals down their britches? Sounds like fun! Want me to write up the party invitations? I mean, we could invite Dewova's entire family, some of the locals, and make it a real shindig! I'll bet we'd give the sector moff a hang-over that'll last for the next few weeks!" (grins)

Adding in sullustese "What do you mean she dosn't like you? You're charm's already workin on her! See?"

(notices Dewova, Hmm, strange, wonder if it's something I said? Nah... Couldn't be...)

Gyp Ryol
17 February 2004, 03:33 PM
Tobler felt the crisp snap of the card chips in his fingers. The deck still had some life in it, though one would hardly know it by looking at it. Tobler had bought off a mangy Selonian on the street in Jeffell the day he found out he had been assigned to that Force-forsaken job. He hadn't known the disappointment he would feel later on, but instead looked at it with shining eyes and a hopeful heart.

Tobler dealt out the cards. It was hard to remain innocent on Corellia, especially in the Empire. He had learned quickly that the Empire had its influence in everything, especially CorSec. But everyone had to start somewhere, and Tobler wasn't going to stay down for long. He was still a Gungan, after all.

Tobler then realized his mistake. "Oh, meesa so sorry! Are weesa gonna make dis a little interestin?" Tobler drew a credit coin from his back pocket and held it up, it's gold edges glinting in the hold. Looking up at everyone around the table, Tobler noticed the Commander watching the cards with a strange, almost surreal, expression on his face. What was his malfunction?

Haradim
18 February 2004, 12:09 PM
"Well, I don't know"

Leaning forward, Lavidean rests his head in his hand. Relaxation came easy in the close quarters of the ship.

Maybe too easy.

"We don't have the best paying, most secure jobs." Fishing around in his pockets, the scout looks up with a grin. "But I don't think a small wager would hurt".

His hand finally found the edges of a couple of stray credit coins.

"A *really* small wager...", the human thought ruefully. "Oh well"

Holding the coins between his thumb and forefinger, Lavidean thoughtfully examines his contribution, before stating, "Just a little interesting."

Placing the coins before himself, Lavidean queries Owen, "Commander, how long do you figure before we set down?"

Tyrok
20 February 2004, 08:19 AM
"Oh, meesa so sorry!" Tolber drew out a credit coin. "Are weesa gonna make dis a little interestin?"

After a consideration the scout put his contribution on the table in fornt of him.
"Just a little interesting."

Khakos thought looking at the coins casting beutifull golden lights at his eyes.
He really didn't need the credits anyway, and somehow, he was sure he would win.

He smiled, and threw a few coins of his own on the table, to match Lavidean's contribution. "Sure why not."

OOC:Sorry for the delay everyone.

Gyp Ryol
26 February 2004, 08:19 AM
Tobler calmly threw in his own credits to the pot. A little friendly game would do wonders to break the ice, or so he hoped. He looked questionably at Lavidean. "So, yousa in dis Rebellion for a longo time?" He hadn't remembered meeting anyone by the name of Lavidean when he worked with the Rebellion, but of course, he had one a total of what, three missions? Hardly good enough to make aquaintances with the other members of the cell.

It had been uncomfortable to explain to those people why he had to leave them. Tobler still remembered the fear and distrust in their eyes when he told them he was joining CorSec. He remembered even more strongly the fear he had possessed of being caught by his superiors at the academy. He wanted so badly to be a valuble member of CorSec. He wasn't willing to take the risk those people were. He knew they were doing the right thing, but he felt he could do better, working to reform CorSec from the inside. He was beginning to wonder about that decision.

Korpil
26 February 2004, 09:00 AM
Private Gion Lollombee answered Ynnek's question, back on the crew cabins of the battered Ghtroc freighter.

"Yes, it was a Jedi, I'm sure, and he lost the championship because he refused to use the Force to obtain an advantage. I'd tell you the name, but my father has always been secretive of his news archive. The Empire and all, you know..."

----

Meanwhile in the cockpit...

Arbo Gump, the Sullustan, was having problem controlling his nervousness...

"How can that be possible!" he answered in Basic, rapidly changing to Sullustese when he realized his mistake. "We're not even the same species!!!"

Before anyone could reply... Dewova jumped to the comms console almost in time as a red button began blinking furiously. She let out a groan with distress on her tone, clicking the button to receive the message.

"Alert! Alert! We are under attack! Anyone receiving this call please come immediately. Coordinates are 828.22, -223.4, 937.0. This is an Emergency Call, please all Alliance units come immediately! Alert! Alert!"

"That was unencrypted, but why!?" shouted Arbo Gump, "Kelvin, can you check how far away is that as soon as we drop from hyperspace? Dewova, assemble the team!"

-----

The motley squadron comprised of an A-wing and a couple of Y-wings was still on hyperspace, about 2 minutes away from their drop-out point.

"I hadn't thought of that, man! Do you read, Budek? Seems like Vooko's right... wonder what's going on and if StarFighter Com refrained to gave us information..."

Eelek's twin brother replied: "Well, in any case, we'll keep both eyes opened... Hey guys... this is it... Realspace minus 20... 10... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... We're out!"

The blurred hyperspace lines receded and gave away a stunning view... Budek always had loved the immensity of space. A small nebula appeared in the distance, just covering a tiny fraction of the visible space. They were 'outside' a complex solar system, he counted 7 planets before dismissing his count and checking his sensors.

"Can anyone see our target?!"

-----

Inside the Peth-class transport, while the occupants of the cargo area played a round of Sabacc, the ship seemed to slow down.

"Okay boys, this is it! Prepare for action, we are about to descend to the planet... I don't want to be the one who reminds you, but, since it's just two of us... let me remind you that if anything goes wrong, we'll simply takeoff with whoever manages to stay on the cargo section. So, be careful and may the Force be with you!"

Haradim
26 February 2004, 09:12 AM
"I joined just before...well, Hoth"

Lavidean adjusted his cards. Waving his hand slightly, he says "In fact, I played by first game there. Some fellow grunts tried to show me the game, but we could never find the time to really get into it. Heck, the last time we tried, the alarm went off...". The scout frowned, only somewhat at his cards.

Lavidean could almost feel the perpetually cold air of the base. He shuddered, slightly. Nature was well and good, but Hoth was not his idea of the great outdoors.

He couldn't help but recall the attack that had followed the alarm. They had all thought it was a practice run, but the rush to get the trenches setup and manned was too urgent for a mere test. After the evacuation, he had only managed to find one of his playing partners.

"Yeah, that was my first taste of this whole 'rebel against the Empire' deal. Perhaps not the most inspiring first impression", Lavidean said with a small, wry smile. "Done a few things since then, bouncing around wherever they need a guy good with trees. But my first taste of war was definitely the more noteworthy of them."

Well. Kinda the first taste.

(Edit)Suddenly, another alarm. "I have no luck with this game..."
(OOC: May as well do my response now)

Lavidean looks up at the people sitting around the table.

"Guess it's time to go to work guys. A raincheck?", the scout enquires of the CorSec agents, while grabbing his bag of various personal effects and equipment.

Ynnek Rellim
28 February 2004, 07:45 PM
Without producing a name, and lacking any true instances of the "jedi" using the force, Ynnek's attentiveness became drowned in doubt. After hearing his response, he has nothing to say. Hidden behind a set of goggles, he expresses his doubt by rolling his eyes, expecting Lollembee to be unable to see him do so.

His back somewhat stiff from inactivity, Ynnek gets up, first twisting his back, which was promptly followed by a series of cracking sounds. With two swift turns of his neck, another series of cracks were heard. Feeling mildy refreshed, he leaves the cabin in search of the captain.

Exactly how he found himself stuck on a rickety freighter, Ynnek was baffled. His life riddled with nothing more than space travel and sporatic fire fighting, he seemed to lack a purpose and working for the captain of this vessel was most likely painful for him to accept.

Remembering far back before his space travelling days, he remembered his parents tenacity to make him an honorable entrepreneur, a line of work Ynnek found incredibly dissatisfying. And to his relief he never had to follow such a path, only due to the fact the Empire's inception led to an exodus of Dorin which included his family. The first space flight off his home planet set forth in motion an endless trail of hyperspace jumps between unknown outposts, colonies, and shady rogue bases. But inconspicuous hyper routes proved ineffectial as they were coincidentally intercepted by Imperial patrols. A tramatic space battle involving several civilian bulk freighters insued, but no match for the well trained TIE Interceptor squadrons that weaved thru the turbolasers fire. Upon boarding, his parents were captured following two quick bursts of a stun gun. Their immobile bodies being dragged onto the transport was the last he had seen his parents. Once proud and noble, they now looked as feeble and weak as any vagrant or begger. Hiding in a small compartment used for smuggling, he escaped notice. The Imperials decided the ship was clean and they left it hanging unattended in space, it had nothing of value and the ship was only holding together because of makeshift repairs.

Apparently communication between the Imperial forces was somewhat lacking since a second Imperial shuttle, armed with only a captain and 3 guards stumbled upon the "empty" freighter and in a blaze of fire and luck, he killed the Imperial detachment and flew the Imperial shuttle away. In a vain effort to find his parents, he went from planet to planet, risking capture by the Imperials. With a close call at Corellia, Ynnek decided it was hopeless and found refuge at the pacifistic Ithorians and until he matured, he lived as an outsider. He finally decided life on Ithor was not for him and in a spur of the moment decision, he became a rebel. Death had meant nothing to him and his only goal, kill as many Imperials as possible.

And now stuck on the freighter, he wasn't accomplishing his goal. Somewhat flustered at the inactivity, Ynnek walked towards the mess hall in order to find his commanding officer. After all, he wanted to know some details about where they were heading.

Vanger Chevane
28 February 2004, 08:23 PM
Glances at his cockpit chrono, then at his navicomp.

"We're where & when they wanted us."

Makes sure his weapons & shields are at full strength, every trick he knows ready to go for whatever surprise they dropped into.

"Bantha Baby might be running late, either some hitch along the way or to pick up an escort."

Sets his comm system to wideband, moves up to a high cover position above & behind the Y-wings, and monitors the scanners.

"Looks like we got dealt the Idiot, but let's see what's to be found. Maybe we can still walk away with the Sabacc Pot."

Terras Jadeonar & Raven
28 February 2004, 09:01 PM
Kelvin was about to entertain the captain with the love is the utmost universal language there ever is, having seen a few odd pairs in his travels, and mostly to josh the captain for a bit more good harmless humor... When... A button lit up on the coms console, Dewova dashing for it...
Kelvin stepped aside to let Dewova through, not wanting to get trampled.

After listning to the message, and to Arbo's orders, Kelvin replied "Aye! I'll see what I can do, though every time I try to use these things, all I get is beeps, honks and red lights! I coulda sworn these things really hate me! ... at least droids can be more personable..."

Sitting down at the console, rubbing his chin, "You know, how do we know who its from? Arnt they supposed to use some kind of secret handshakes, err signals?" Kelvin makes a few guesses and taps a couple buttons...

Computer use: 0 ranks, int +2

Tyrok
28 February 2004, 10:19 PM
"Oh, surely." Khalos says, than stacks up his cards and puts them on Tolber's side of the table.

Standing up he fixes his uniform, and waits for his friend.

He was getting killed out there!

"You were so dead." He says to his friend in a low voice, and smiles.

Gyp Ryol
29 February 2004, 04:42 PM
Tobler grinned as he stood up. "Meesa no tinkin so. Lookee." He flipped over his two cards: a ten of flasks and the Mistress. A score of 23. Pure sabacc. He deftly gathered the card chips back up and stored them in the plasteel case. He winked at Khalos. "Weesen spliten pot later, okee-day?"

Tobler, too, stood up, but slowly, so as to not hit his head on the low ship ceiling. He straightened his vest and checked the charge of the blaster pistol holstered therein. Slipping the card case into his vest pocket, he snatched up his simple cloth backpack, holding not much more than a few extra pairs of underwear, a datapad, his comlink, the credit chip that accounted for all of his extra savings, and his car keys. Slinging the pack over his shoulder, he looked at Khalos with all seriousness. "Supposin somtin goes wrongo, you know what weesa should be doin?"

Tyrok
1 March 2004, 10:26 AM
"Meesa no tinkin so. Lookee."

Khalos smiled and taped his friend on the shoulder.

"Supposin somtin goes wrongo, you know what weesa should be doin?"

Khalos slid his hands in to the pockets of his pants, and looked up gravely serious, and perhaps, a little woried.
"I don't know pal. But whatever happens, we will compleate our mission."

Khalos wasn't wearing that calm look on his face he always wore no mater how bad the situation might be.
The reason was that he had a very bad feeling about this mission. With experience, he learned not to dissmis such feelings.

He turned, and went out.

Korpil
22 March 2004, 10:21 AM
Gion Lollombee and others sleeping in the cabins were startled by the alarm...

"I see your restlessness, Ynnek, and I think the boring part of the trip is about to end!"

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"Yes, that's my point, Kelvin. They bypassed all the proper channels of communications. So either this is really urgent... or a nice trap!", said Arbo.

Kelvin pushes a couple of buttons... the audio goes out... suddenly replaced by a transmission of beeps and chirps.

(OOC: Kelvin rolls a 16+2=18. High enough to find the encrypted frequency)

Dewova uses a caller and seconds later her R2 unit enters the cockpit. She immediately gives him a few instructions.

R2-U8 translates with clear Basic accent: "This transmission is using Code 3 encryption, it is from the Alliance, no doubt. The coordinates are again 828.22, -223.4, 937.0. Whatever it is, the Empire is attacking them."

Outside the windows, the hyperspace lines start to recede.. a few seconds later, the ship is back to realspace.

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A faint bleep appears just on the edge of the scanner...

Eelek voice interrupts Vooko's thoughts. "Hey boss! You see it? Just a few clicks from here, looks entirely alone... We follow you!"

As the squadron starts to move, they gain visual contact with the ship... a small TIE shuttle wanders alone in this corner of the universe.

The other twin, Budek, speaks: "There is a transmission out there, but I don't think it comes from Bantha Baby..."

All change frequency and hear the desperate words:
"Alert! Alert! We are under attack! Anyone receiving this call please come immediately. Coordinates are 828.22, -223.4, 937.0. This is an Emergency Call, please all Alliance units come immediately! Alert! Alert!"


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"Ok boys, time to earn the pay," shouts Commander Marnek. "Be on the look for hostile locals... we have blaster weapons, but they might come in large numbers."

The cargo hatch opens slowly, revealing a beautiful landscape. The Peth-class ship is hovering over a large grassy field, a small forest starts at the north. And there is no one to be seen in the surroundings.

Gyp Ryol
22 March 2004, 02:17 PM
Tobler walked off of the ship, eager to be where he could stand up straight. He blinked and squinted as his eyes adjusted to the light. As he stood surveying the area, Tobler wiggled his bare toes appreciably in the turf. It was good to be back on solid ground again. He stretched his arms up above his head and yawned. After loosening up his stiff joints, he turned his head and said, "Weesa here to do a liddle job. Letsa get thisen over wit and go home, eh?"

Vanger Chevane
22 March 2004, 03:03 PM
Originally posted by Korpil
A faint bleep appears just on the edge of the scanner...

Eelek voice interrupts Vooko's thoughts. "Hey boss! You see it? Just a few clicks from here, looks entirely alone... We follow you!"
Glances over at his comm settings, making sure he isn't transmitting oven a few hundred meters. Can't help but smirk at Eelek's transmission.

Been in all of two months, and these guys are calling me Boss. At this rate if I live through the next year I'll be commanding a squadron...of pilots with plenty of intent, but lacking the skills to survive, even get the job done.

"I've got it, looks like it hasn't seen us yet. Let's move in quick. As we get close, I'll zing that thing. If he's got Friends, they'll show themselves, even come after me. If it's alone you get a good Targeting Scan, and split wide so we give it nothing but guns to run toward.

Until we know it's alone, keep yer Ion Guns cranked aft. TIE's love to hover in your six. A nasty surprise like that might keep em limited to deflection shots, or even give ya an extra kill."

One of them, maybe Budek, chuckles at the thought of some Imp Pilot being disabled by a "fleeing" Y-W, floating out of the fight, and having to explain it to his CO.

Vooko sends a copy of the target points he's ID'd to the Y-W's Astromechs.

"I've sent your R2's a list of possible locations to hit that can cripple but not kill the Bantha. They should adjust the map based off my scan, and if you can't get close enough for the Ion Guns, you might try hitting some of those while I try and keep the mynocks busy."



As the squadron starts to move, they gain visual contact with the ship... a small TIE shuttle wanders alone in this corner of the universe.

The other twin, Budek, speaks: "There is a transmission out there, but I don't think it comes from Bantha Baby..."

All change frequency and hear the desperate words:
"Alert! Alert! We are under attack! Anyone receiving this call please come immediately. Coordinates are 828.22, -223.4, 937.0. This is an Emergency Call, please all Alliance units come immediately! Alert! Alert!"

"Either of you verify that source?"

"My R2 picked up an authentication sidebanded to the vox, it checks out as good."

"Right, let's lace this sucker up tight and fast. Watch your crossfire. The sooner Pickup is clear with the goodies the quicker we can jump in and check out who's crying.

"Right with ya Boss, Bantha's going down."

"The transmit could be a trap or more than we can handle. Once we're clear here, plan on coming up short and putting the Mark One on the Distressed."

"Come on, we can take em all out." "Better believe it."

"Maybe so, but blast blindly into a furball with a Customs Corvette or larger is pretty low on my list of goals."

One of them makes an uncomfortable-sounding noise at the thought.

"Somebody's R2 have a course & 2 follow-on microjumps plotted once the Baby's down so if it looks good we can dive right in, and if it's too nasty we don't get pasted along with whomever stepped on the Hutt's tail."

"Will do."

Checks that his sensors, shields, & weapons are all green. Dials up the transmitter strength and verifies that the feed to the Astromechs is solid.

Needs to be a good run, solid stream, so that ugly beast goes down without any fight at all.

"Roger that. Naptime for Bantha, Force be with you."

"Go get em Boss."

Checking the intercept course plotted by his sensors & navicomp, turns toward it and pulls the throttle back to near full, streaking away from his wingmates.

As soon as the range closes to where he can get a missile lock, and the T/SH should be picking him out, punches up the gain on his scanners, glances at the feed ensuring it's green. Then orienting carefully in the Ugly Beast, thumbs a control on the throttle that compresses the Flectors together, compressing the engine thrust into a tighter wash, and leaping the tiny ship forward faster than the Specifications say it should be able to hit.

Holding it for a few seconds, aware of the sacrifice in maneuverability, the rising engine pressure and temperature monitored out of the corner of one eye until he's well within Laser Range. Flicking the control the other direction, flaring the Flectors outward dumping the excess pressure and speed, Neckbreaker drops back from absurd to near-insane speeds in a few heartbeats, mimicing a slow-motion drop from Hyperspace. Placing him almost on top of the target.

Thumbing the Flare Control back to neutral for maximum maneverability and response, angles in for a targeting run across the T/SH that will maximize scan detail, keep him clear of smashing into shields if it has them, yet minimize his own vulnerability. Keeping a careful eye on the tac-scanner for any escort or other surprise that will force him to break off hard.

Haradim
22 March 2004, 05:27 PM
The field kit bumped lightly against Lavidean's legs as he pressed a power pack into his rifle, a sharp 'click' telling him the ammunition was properly secured. He had already checked his weapons, before the shuttle touched down. Everything in order.

Gone was the casual look. The scout now sported a somewhat worn suit of light armor with a helmet, worn over a dark jumpsuit of light fabric, and modified to somewhat resemble a sort of light camoflage, though not as effective as the camo outfits Lavidean preferred. Still, one makes due with what they have at the time. Aside from the rifle he now slung over his right shoulder, was a pistol at his hip, and another in a small holster grafted to the armor under his left arm. A vibroblade hung in its sheath behind the pistol at his hip, right beside the scout's comlink.

Lavidean allowed himself a deep breath of the fresh air, his mind calming quickly. He had made it a sort of policy to keep strictly to business when a lightshow was possible, and he put aside his admiration of the tranquil vista.

'Time enough for that later, perhaps'

Walking around the landing area, he scans the region surrounding the shuttle.

'Hmm. No welcoming party. Though I wonder why we are landing out in the sticks like this on a 'safe' world...' Commander Marnek's warning as the landing hatch opened still made it's way through the human's mind. Lavidean wondered if the Alliance was welcome in it's own safe zone/prison.

The scout made his way back to the CorSec agents and the other troopers, peering at the surroudings while wondering what was in store for them, his face a neutral mask as he readied himself for a possible fight.

Ynnek Rellim
23 March 2004, 05:48 PM
Behind the mask, an unmistakable and arrogant smile formed. Clutching his fist, he hit his other hand and pronounced, "Its about time!" Naturally, he had assumed it was Imperials, and it would have been more than pleasureable to knock some Imps out.

Ynnek had not been properly dressed to rebel standards. A green flightsuit covered the Kel Dor, greased and patched, it provided very little protection anything. He picked up his blaster pistol and proceeded to his station to await orders.

Avoiding the numerous people in the hall was quite easy for the nimble soldier as he weaved between the swiftly moving rebels. Ynnek reaches his station to await orders from his commander.

Terras Jadeonar & Raven
15 April 2004, 06:05 PM
"Wanna flip a cred chip then? numerals says its a trap...." Kelvin searches his pockets "drat, and i've no cred chips on me..."

At the same time, the droid entered when Kelvin was about to ask the captain to spot him a cred chip, when the droid confirmed the signal. Confirmed in Basic no less...

"Wait a sec, tell me i'm hearing things! either i can now translate boops and beeps or that thing just spoke basic! Though the boops and beeps never sounded accented before, or have they? Well one thing's for sure, guess we won't be needing to toss that cred chip..."

"Do I buckle on in, or vacate the space for someone else more qualified for this umm seat?"

Gyp Ryol
29 April 2004, 02:31 PM
Tobler looked around the clearing confusedly. He looked over at Lavidean. "Thisen maybe just meesa, but innit der supposed to be una meetin' party, or sumtin? Seems a liddle quiet to meesa." Tobler continued to search the surrounding area for any signs of life.

Korpil
29 April 2004, 04:23 PM
(OOC: I'll change the current order I was maintaing when answering everyone, this is to better address the concerns and to advance the plot.)

Khalos stood on the grassy surface of the planet... what was the name again? Hmmm... it had no name... he remembered the mission briefing back in the Rebel base. All the team had been assembled in a special room, completely sealed from the outside and checked against recording devices. A cloaked guy wearing a mask to conceal his identity had entered the room.

"Welcome, CorSec Agents Grizbain and Odok, Sergeant Sallian, troopers. As part of our agreement with the Corellian government, we have decided to extraditate prisoner Olac Dron. I understand he is a high-profile criminal wanted in Corellia for some serious crimes. We captured him a couple of months ago, and sent to one of our Safe Worlds. He will be delivered to Agents Grizbain and Odok for its transport back to Corellia."

"Everything clear? OK, now comes the tricky part. The prisoner is in a Safe World. Due to our conflict agains the Empire, the Rebel Alliance has the need to mantain safe locations where political refugees, wounded soldiers, prominent members and their families live. A year ago the idea of using them as prison was introduced, and the prisoners are left on remote islands or isolated places where they cannot escape from."

"The secrecy of this worlds is kept with maximum care, and the location is known only by a handful of people. You will travel to world MK81964 but only the pilot will know the hyperspace coordinates to reach it. There you will extract the prisoner and bring him back to this base."

"The world is a beautiful one, almost entirely covered by water, but with several large islands. One of them, the farthest is used as the prison island. No one can escape from it without external means..."

And here he was.. helping Commander Marnek babysit the CorSec Agents, looking for the Corellian criminal.

Commander Marnek brought him back to reality.

"I know what everyone's feelin'... no one to greet us... be careful, since the prisoners are left to their own, they could construct weapons out of rocks or wood, no match for our blasters, but let's not underestimate them, keep your eyes open!"

(OOC: everyone looks at the forest in the north. Spot rolls, Khalos=18, Lavidean=24, Tobler=29, Lavidean and Tobler see a couple of shadows behind a tree, about 50 meters from them, Tobler also sees something shining on the sky, like a starship orbiting the planet)

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"There will be no need for that Kelvin, we'll just have a meeting with the troops and engage the hyperdrive for that location once it finishes."

Everyone walks to the cargo bay, where Ynnek Rellim places himself at the front of the soldier contingent.

Commander Dewova, the tall Wookiee speaks.

"We have received a distress signal, we'll suspend our mission until this crisis is resolved. Be prepared, we don't know what we'll be up to. All the information we know is that a friendly target is being attacked by the Empire and it has sent a Top Priority code requesting for help. According to the hyperspace coordinates we'll be there in less than an hour."

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(OOC: Vooko's pilot roll=30)

Vooko's complicated manoeuver resolves smoothly... he is placed on top of the target in just a few seconds. Keeping an eye on the scanner, he simply hears a soft crack outside the cabin. A yellow light flashes softly on the damage report indicating that the left blaster cannon is no longer aligned correctly.

(OOC: this will give a -1 penalty to attack rolls)

The target ship starts firing randomly, having lost his attacker suddenly. It starts to rotate trying to hit Budek's Y-wing.

Haradim
29 April 2004, 05:53 PM
As he made his final turn to regroup with the others, Lavidean's eye finally caught something. Just unnatural enough to put the scout's guard up. Lavidean tried not to miss a step, and continued his walk toward the rest of the retrieval force.

Fifty or so meters. Just close enough to be a possible problem. Too far to let them know I'm on to them... The distance and cover could allow any observers to escape before they could be confronted, but leaving a possible threat alone and lurking about didn't appeal to the scout. Though it could be no more than an odd tree or wildlife, you couldn't be too careful.

Best tell Commander-

"Thisen maybe just meesa, but innit der supposed to be una meetin' party, or sumtin? Seems a liddle quiet to meesa."

The Gungan agent was looking at Lavidean. Before he could respond, Commander Marnek's voice cut through the air:

"I know what everyone's feelin'... no one to greet us... be careful, since the prisoners are left to their own, they could construct weapons out of rocks or wood, no match for our blasters, but let's not underestimate them, keep your eyes open!"

'I guess that's your answer, Tobler. Still...odd that *nobody* is here to give us a heads up on things. Though perhaps they are simply shy...' Lavidean glanced, as discreetly as possible, toward the trees. He then walked in the Commander's general direction, and stopped but a couple of feet from the other Rebel. In a low voice, Lavidean said:

'One or two suspicious shadows, sir. Fifty meters, north woods. Can't say much more without a closer look, but I'm not sure we'd be able to get over there unnoticed right now. Orders?' Lavidean continued to scan the region as he waited for an answer, wondering what might be out there...and if he caught them all.

Tyrok
30 April 2004, 09:44 AM
Khalos took a deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh air as he glanced around the area.
Nothing notable in sight.
“Well...” He turned to the group. “Shall we?”

Vanger Chevane
30 April 2004, 03:04 PM
A yellow light flashes softly on the damage report indicating that the left blaster cannon is no longer aligned correctly.
OOC: This mod-job carries quad guns (hence the 8d damage TPTCBN spat out, similar to the X-W) & wingtip hardpoints (total of 2), got it covered. Still working on a 3d model of it, can't get the engines to look right.


:mad: Bungwaa, got too close! Checks the diagnostics panel and shifts a little some energy from guns to the shields, then glances at his left wingtip.

Can't see the tip of the PV Cannon, must be aiming downward, maybe out some. If it'd come up & in, I'd be seeing an occlusion alarm. Launchers are still good, shields greening nicely.

Have to keep that in mind so I don't fry my own guys, need to check if I can turn off just that one gun or lock in a dual-fire pattern that bypasses it. Least I didn't muck up the tailfins, but the port hardpoint is gonna need a thorough checking once we get back to base.[/i]

Pulling away from the T/SH and with the sensors showing only the 4 ships in the area rolls to get a look at the thing in time to see the pilot firing desperately at nothing, throttles back to a speed better suited to dogfighting the Bantha while looping back into the fray.

:rolleyes: What sort of nervous twit is driving that thing? Have to be careful Chucklehead dosn't do somthing stupid, like try to blow up his own ship.

Notices the ungainly monstrosity trying to line up one of the Y-Wings.

"Seven, watch yourself. Eight can you zap it some?"

Keeping his distance and thumbing the weapons control over to missles angles on an attack vector that would force the T/SH to break off his attack without letting him line up on Eelek.

B) So you wanna play. Hope that thing has a lock-warning system, probly wouldn't survive a missile hit. Least not with the Package intact.

Drops the dot onto the T/SH, ready to switch over to guns if it doesn't work. Watches to see if the pilot breaks off while the targeting computer beeps, calculating a firing solution.

Terras Jadeonar & Raven
6 May 2004, 12:53 PM
After the briefing in the cargo hold with the other assembled troops, Kelvin had to ask with concern: "One question - where's the lunch bags incase we get into a tumble and I happen to misplace my lunch?" :D

A serries of groans from the fellows ensued...

Gyp Ryol
14 May 2004, 01:38 PM
Tobler squinted once at the shadows off in the distance and then looked up, shading his eyes against the light. He looked for a few moments at the strange object in the sky, then lowered his hand slowly.

Eyes still on the sky, he said to Khalos, "Khalos, would yousa have some, uh, macrobinoculars?" Tobler's mouth contorted in several weird positions in order to get around the foreign word. At the end of it, Tobler stretched his lips a bit in order to relax them.

Tyrok
15 May 2004, 09:22 PM
Khalos looked at his partner for a second.
What was he looking at?
"No, sorry." Khalos looked up, trying to se what his friend was looking at. "Why?"

Gyp Ryol
16 May 2004, 02:25 PM
"Meesa not sure. Meesa saw somtin movin in dose trees over 'der." Tobler jerked his head north towards the shadows. He looked up again, trying to discern the shining object. "Hey, yousa see that shiny thing inna sky?" Tobler asked Khalos, pointing to the object.

Tyrok
16 May 2004, 10:54 PM
Khalos stepped behind his friend, and looked down his finger at the sky.
Nothing.
He shrugedt. "I don't see anything pal."

Gyp Ryol
19 May 2004, 08:45 AM
Tobler's mouth pursed in concentration. "Meesa see somtin up der all right. Okee day, Khalos. Maybe meesa eyes bedder dan yours." Tobler walked lankily to Lavidean. "Ex-squeeze me, Lavidean." Tobler flinched at the sound of his own voice. "Yousa see dose shadows to da north? Maybe that'sa our welcomin' pahty. Or somtin a liddle less friendly, maybe. Yousa da Sergeant. What weesa do?"

Haradim
19 May 2004, 06:53 PM
"Yeah, I saw them Tobler. But Commander Marnek is the boss here." Lavidean turned to face the Gungan. "Though my opinion is that we find out whether or not those are just odd tree shadows before we decide to start trekking to...wherever we need to go.

It's just a matter of not getting shot down as someone approaches the trees. We don't need a firefight minutes after landing. Things may be hard enough as it is."

Lavidean stretched slightly, and closed his eyes.

"Friendlies should have come forward by now."

Tyrok
20 May 2004, 10:29 AM
"Yousa see dose shadows to da north? Maybe that'sa our welcomin' pahty. Or somtin a liddle less friendly, maybe. Yousa da Sergeant. What weesa do?"

Khalos eyebrows went up reflexively.
What shadows?

"Though my opinion is that we find out whether or not those are just odd tree shadows...”

So, there’s somebody hiding in the trees...

The zabrak threw a casual glance in to the forest, but saw nothing.

Probably just a bunch of curious locals, but no reason to let one’s guard down.
Anybody stranded on this rock would be desperate to get off it. Even if it meant stone against blaster.
The Rebel ship must look very tempting to them.

EDIT:The ship is floating in the air, so no locals can get to it.

Korpil
20 May 2004, 12:34 PM
Commander Marnek became aware of their conversation, he ordered the Rebel troopers:

"Stay alert, I think we may have company!"

He faced towards the CorSec agents:

"You, Grizbain, take this and investigate at once!"

He yelled while throwing a pair of macrobinoculars to the Gungan.

The Gungan obeyed and pointed the viewing device to where he had previously seen the anomalies. On the forest he was aware of a group of persons hiding behind the trunks. About five or six, armed with clubs, one of them was actively scanning the territory with what looked like a strange tube with crystals on both ends... much alike like the far-looking glasses his people used.

Before reporting to the commander and his companions he glanced at the sky where he had seen a strange spot and his mouth came wide open... a Victory-class Star Destroyer hung up on the sky.


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Meanwhile the TIE/Sh interrupted the conversation with an open transmission:

"They have missiles!! Rebel fighters, hold your fire, I surrender..."

Another voice came in:

"Sir, I remind you that you carry too valuable information..."

"Can you escape, fool? They set us up a trap... can you escape?"

"Well... no..."

"Then we'll surrender, I'm not going to waste my life and that's an order. Rebel fighters, we will surrender, escort us to your base."

Back on the secure-channels, Budek voiced:

"I don't know about you boss, but what if the ship carries a homing device... I think I'll better do an EVA walk and bring the package to one of our ships... but don't know what to do with the pilot, my Y-wing is a two-seater, but Eelek's is not."

Eelek answered promptly:

"Anyway I have it on range, ready to zap it when you say so, boss."

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Private Gion Lollombe answered to Kelvin:

"Sir, I'll distribute the rations... but I hope you carry a decent belt."

Commander Dewova rumbled again and the R2 translated immediately...

"Ready everyone! We'll be out of hyperspace on 15 minutes!"

Vanger Chevane
20 May 2004, 02:36 PM
Originally posted by Korpil
Meanwhile the TIE/Sh interrupted the conversation with an open transmission:

"They have missiles!! Rebel fighters, hold your fire, I surrender..."

Another voice came in:

"Sir, I remind you that you carry too valuable information..."

"Can you escape, fool? They set us up a trap... can you escape?"

"Well... no..."

"Then we'll surrender, I'm not going to waste my life and that's an order. Rebel fighters, we will surrender, escort us to your base."

Smirks at the Shuttle Driver's ignorance of his enemies. All current-model Rebel Starfighters load Concusion Missiles or Proton Torpedoes, and it's an important datapoint to keep in mind should he ever face one...

"Shuttle, power down weapons and hyperdrives, dial your comm down to a one klick transmit strength and stand by."

Checks his scan data for unusual readings like a Homing Device or bomb onboard the T/SH, witches over to Flight Freq...



Back on the secure-channels, Budek voiced:

"I don't know about you boss, but what if the ship carries a homing device... I think I'll better do an EVA walk and bring the package to one of our ships... but don't know what to do with the pilot, my Y-wing is a two-seater, but Eelek's is not."

Eelek answered promptly:

"Anyway I have it on range, ready to zap it when you say so, boss."

"I doubt we'll be taking the ship anywhere other than the Rendezvous Point. Seven, are you going to trust a hostile literally at your back? You could get dead & give him that Bone in more ways than I care to think about.

Crew is the Babysitter's problem, presumably they've got a Handler or three aboard. Shuttle Commander oughta tell us to either let the ship drift, or destroy it once we have what we came for. Set your 3rd comm switch to 112.47 so you can hear the Imp.

Flank this thing, but keep some distance in case we've a bomb. Be ready to lace it hard if they try to break away or do something equally as stupid. My low-port gun is probly hitting low and wide right now, so try not to maneuver into that corner if you can help it."

Checks his Naviputer for the location of the Rendevous relative to where they are now, switches to the his shuttle's freq and punches up the power.

"Nanay, this is Twelve. Target surrenders, is not secure at this time. Enroute to RP."

After receiving a response, dials the tranmitter's strength to around one Kilometer and switches back to the channel the T/SH used.

"Shuttle, come about to two-three-seven mark one-eight and maintain cruise speed."

As the suttle turns, Vooko takes up a High Cover position above and behind the shuttle, and rolls so his canopy is toward the others and his off-aim cannon is as safely out of the way as possible. Weapons Control to guns, ready to blast the Hyperdrive Motivator into Metal Mist if the Imp Pilot decides to think he's slick.


Is it me, or is this mission too smooth and easy?

Terras Jadeonar & Raven
21 May 2004, 02:26 PM
Originally posted by Korpil
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Private Gion Lollombe answered to Kelvin:

"Sir, I'll distribute the rations... but I hope you carry a decent belt."

Commander Dewova rumbled again and the R2 translated immediately...

"Ready everyone! We'll be out of hyperspace on 15 minutes!"\

Slapping the guy on his shoulder, "Boy, I wasn't sayin I was hungry, I was sayin incase I get space sick - ya know, when up aint nolonger up, down aint nolonger down, and when yer head is goin left while yer feet is goin right..." :P "Though how they ever turned a juicy Bantha T-Steak and fixins into a small packet of jerky is beyond me... Even further beyond me is simply - Why?" Kelvin shrugs with disbelief

"Aye! boys and girls ya heard the lady!" a second later, with a slight bit of confusion "Hey, umm... where does that leave me? Do I stay put, strap in, or am I needed elsewheres like guns? As long as someone draws me a picture of what and what not to shoot at, they'll be alright.... I think..." Kelvin finishes with a scratch to his naturally Ashen colored goatee, still sporting that look of confusion..

A serries of self face slaps and groans ensue,

Then raising his finger in self defense, with a trademark grin "Alright! alright! I know what a Tie fighter looks like... But what if it don't look like a Tie fighter, do I still salt & pepper it or send it flowers?"

Gyp Ryol
21 May 2004, 05:15 PM
The gangly Gungan closed his open mouth and bit his lower lip hard. Keeping his attention divided between the notherners and the ship, Tobler said, "Weesa gots two problems. One, weesa got five, maybee six, peoples to da north, armen wit clubs. One o' dems got a lookiee tube, so dey probably be see-en us. Meesa no tinkin' dey put up big fuss."

Tobler let the macrobinoculars fall from his eyes. He turned and looked seriously at all present. "Two," he said, pointing up and backwards with his index finger to the ship hanging in the sky, "weesa got a Star Destroyer in orbit over dah planet." He regarded each person present in turn. With the same stone-faced look, he said, "Weesa in big doo-doo."

Haradim
21 May 2004, 07:32 PM
"Two," he said, pointing up and backwards with his index finger to the ship hanging in the sky, "weesa got a Star Destroyer in orbit over dah planet." He regarded each person present in turn. With the same stone-faced look, he said, "Weesa in big doo-doo."


Lavidean cursed at the news as he opened his eyes. So much for avoiding complications...

"Damn. Possible hostiles or not, we need to get under cover before they sweep the area. And our ride needs to leave or find a hidey-hole." Lavidean looked up to where the ship was supposed to be, but couldn't say he saw anything. But he could feel the familiar weight of the Imperial war machine looming above; an ominous sensation. That ship could make things very difficult for the small Rebel force.

The scout looked towards his fellow Rebel officer, and then the rest of the team, and asked in an even voice:

"Shall we introduce ourselves to the natives, or avail ourselves to the trees regardless of their motives?" Lavidean checked to ensure his gear was ready for a march...or a fight. As he passed his hands over his possessions, it occurred to him that he wasn't quite sure just where they were supposed to go...

"We'll need to get our bearings quickly, and wrap this mission up as soon as possible. I hope it's mere coincidence that the Imps managed to find our little safe zone..."

Tyrok
21 May 2004, 10:34 PM
Khalos' jaw dropped. An Imperial Star Destroyer? His mind started racing imediately.
The Imperials could have just found the planet, or they could have found it some time ago.
Families of Rebel officers were hidden on this planet. The Imperials might take them hostage.
If they just found the planet there might be a chance to save them.
But probably not.

Khalos scrached his chin. «How long would it take the Rebels to get here? Is there any way at all that they could get here before these guys land- provided they haven't already?»

Gyp Ryol
25 May 2004, 05:59 AM
"Meesa tinkin' weesa should hidie thisa ship, then find our criminal, and teh blastin offen dissen planet quickly like," said Tobler. He pulled his blaster pistol from the armpit holster under his simple vest and checked the charge. He looked up from the charge meter. "Weesa should oosen stun on thesen fellas, is my tinkin."

Korpil
15 July 2004, 10:48 AM
The four ships continue their projected fight path back to the rendez-vous point. Vooko receives an incoming transmission:

"Flight Commander Zelas, this is Colonel Segro. What's taking you so long? You heard of the emergency? We need you and your squad on planet MK81964 right away!"

Coordinates appear on the A-wing's screen.

"Bring the target ship and get moving!"

--- --- ---

Meanwhile on the freighter, Dewova speaks, translated again by the R2:

"Don't worry, Kelvin. As far as we know, the Empire's only been dispatching regular TIE fighters in this area of the space. So if there's anything else not resembling a TIE or a larger ship, leave it alone. And we'll like you to man the ship's turrets. You OK with that?"

Other soldiers just smiled. One said "Yeah! Just provide cover for us, and we'll do the trick!". Laughter followed.

--- --- ---

"Sithspawn!" cried Commander Marnek. "A Star Destroyer here? This is really bad bad news, we'll have to take your dear prisoner as fast as we can and then try to provide support for the evacuation. Imps here will not be capturing prisoners, nobody knows of this planet, nobody will question the Empire for the murder of thousands of innocent people!"

Commander Marnek heard Lavidean's words. "That's another question, right now I'm going to trust you all, and I hope none of you people tipped the Imps about this place... Tyrok, I don't know how long will they take, this planet is as remote as possible to keep the Imps away from here... guess that fact is against us now. Anyway, follow me!"

Marnek leaves cover and with his gun drawn starts walking towards the forest pulling out a portable megaphone.

"By orders of the Alliance to Restore the Republic, prisoner Olac Dron is commanded to surrender now."

The shadows in the forest began to disperse creating a semicircle.

One of them shouted with almost the intensity of a megaphone.

"You and your pathetic Rebellion will be welcome in hell. In case you haven't noticed, they've came for us! So... what's it going to be, Rebel?"

Gyp Ryol
15 July 2004, 01:01 PM
"Looks like weesa in for a liddle fight, eh Khalos?" said Tobler, hefting his blaster pistol. "Yousa tinking dat speaker is ousa man?"

Vanger Chevane
15 July 2004, 02:46 PM
Originally posted by Korpil
The four ships continue their projected fight path back to the rendez-vous point. Vooko receives an incoming transmission:

"Flight Commander Zelas, this is Colonel Segro. What's taking you so long? You heard of the emergency? We need you and your squad on planet MK81964 right away!"

:raised:

Switches over to the shuttle's frequency, ensures it's encrypted properly, and punches his transmitter power back up.

"Nanay, this is Twelve.

Already planned for, Sir and making best speed for the RP. If you recall your Ship Recognition, the target isn't quite the speediest thing in the Quadrant, Sir."

"Have you escorts with you to take charge of the target so we can complete this mission and respond sooner, or will you be changing the OpOrd, Sir?"


Remebering the various times he's been chewed out for making very minor errors along the same vein...

"Using other than ship designations and relaying coordinates in an unencrypted fashion during a mission is insanely dangerous Nanay. Recommed you relay all messages through the pilot to maintain what little OpSec we have left."


OOC: for those not familiar with MilSpeak, OpOrd - Operational Orders, usually put together by Command, changing them means you are answerable directly to Headquarters.

OpSec - Operational Security, methods and schemes used to allow the enemy to gain as little information as possible about what you're doing & who is doing it, violating it in such a manner as above is likely to result in a serious reprimand for the Colonel & give the pilot the freedom to take communications away in order to preserve their lives.

Thank the Force that Colonel Klutz there managed to mispronounce my name with a short e, making it sound like "zealous". :P


Coordinates appear on the A-wing's screen.

"Bring the target ship and get moving!"

"As ordered".

Dials the transmit power back down to around a kilometer, and sends the coordinates to both the Y-Wings. Checks that he is indeed on the proper course for the coordinates given then switches back to 112.47.

"Shuttle, come up to full speed, stay on course for rendezvous."


:rolleyes: Warning, live without warning...

Terras Jadeonar & Raven
16 July 2004, 05:00 PM
Meanwhile on the freighter, Dewova speaks, translated again by the R2:

"Don't worry, Kelvin. As far as we know, the Empire's only been dispatching regular TIE fighters in this area of the space. So if there's anything else not resembling a TIE or a larger ship, leave it alone. And we'll like you to man the ship's turrets. You OK with that?"

Kelvin exclaimed "Heheh, cool! I'm peachy with it. Uhh, which turret though? - wait, don't tell me! Up the gunwell right?" Kelvin pointed a finger around then thumbed upwards...



Other soldiers just smiled. One said "Yeah! Just provide cover for us, and we'll do the trick!". Laughter followed.

Kelven started for the gunwell, then looked back as one of them spoke, then turned his head back, "You only wanted cover? I figured I was gonna pepper the sky all over, just somebody need bring the salt!" Kelvin happily shouted as he headed for the turret...

Couple minutes later, Kelvin climbed into the turret, "whoa, what a view!" kelvin exclaimed, strapping himself in, while talking to himself, "Hmm, lessee... buckle A to buckle B, buckle C to buckle E, oh whoops, found D... Now, how do we work this thing?" Kelvin looked around, saw a couple switches, and stuff... Kelvin tried his hands on the handle grips, and squeezed the triggers, though nothing happened...

Then shouted down below, "Hey! I think I need some power up here! Can I try a test shot?!?"

"Put on your headset!" somebody from below shouted back.

Five seconds later, Kelvin found and adjusted the headset bands, it was several sizes to big and probably could've fit a wookie. Headset snug, Kelvin tried it - "This is Kelvin in the turret to room service, over?"

A few slurs in sullustan replied...

"Hey! Captain! GuesI got the right channel. So How do I work this thing? I mean, its lifeless as a corpse right now..."

"Push the red button"

"Eh, I did that, pulled both of them...on the handles... nothin worked..."

"You pulled?!? wait, those were the triggers!"

"Yeah, that's what I was talkin about! they don't work!"

There's one on the side. See it? Next to the blue one. Push the blue one first"

"Oh! I see! blue one pressed and lit up... Though I thought you said the red one!"

"Not the red one until we engage enemy forces!"

"OK." Kelvin tried the handgrips again, they looked like handgrips on a swoop racer, just closer together and downwards... Though Kelvin noticed when he pulled down, pushed up, and slightly to the right, the turret moved!

Happily shouting to the captain over the headset, while yanking the handlegrips randomly in any direction "Kelvin to Captain, we got dead bantha walkin!"

(another set of groans in sullustan)

"Question - important one... How do i know i'm shooting at what i'm pointing?!?" Kelvin asked...

(sigh) "That dark panel between the handles - will light up when you hit the button, with green lines. your target will show in there. Anything else?!?"

"Uhh, yeah... I think we've got a problem with the engines!"

"What?!? they're showing all green here!"

"Well, two of them are working but the other two arnt!"

(groan) "Two are the sublights, two are the hyperdrives!"

Kelvin confirmed, "oh! ok! just checkin. I'm ready and waiting, and enjoyin the view! Kelvin out!"

Haradim
1 August 2004, 09:36 PM
"You and your pathetic Rebellion will be welcome in hell. In case you haven't noticed, they've came for us! So... what's it going to be, Rebel?"

"Seems rather bold, doesn't he?", muttered Lavidean, as he and the other soldiers moved into ready positions. "I hope his bravery is more reckless than justified."

Lavidean spared another glance at the sky. He hoped that the battleship above had its eyes directed elsewhere. They team had no means to repel an airstrike or landing.

(OOC: Right? Oh, and sorry for the lateness. Haven't been browsing here much lately)