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Drendar Morevo
26 June 2005, 03:17 PM
A Long Time Ago in a Galaxy Far, Far Away...

The Pride of Corellia was an old ship. An old ship with a short history. She had been a Victory Class Star Destroyer under Zsinj called Blood Arrow but towards the end of the New Republic's campaign against him she was captured and renamed. Her Captain, General Morevo was an older officer who decided he didn't really care for going past General in the Navy, who wants to command a Fleet anyway? Today she would be recieving her newest squadron of Pilots, Tempest Squadron. One of them was even a Jedi. Another three were experienced in some craft or another and another would be coming in his own ship. The rest were freshly minted cadets, ready for action. Their X-Wings were already waiting for them.

General Morevo surveyed the flight deck waiting as the pilots came aboard.

"Sir, we have a YT-2600 Transport and a Heavily Modified A-Wing on approach vectors. It appears our new pilots have arrived."

"Very good, give them Landing Clearance."

He watched as the ships came close. The first one in was the A-Wing, a dark blue with what looked like a single engine and two extra laser cannons, it came and corkscrewed through the Mag-Con field and landed on the flight deck.

"He is gonna hate flying x-wings." the general stated quite matter of factly.

Then the Transport landed. The pilots quickly disgorged one by one.

"Attention!"

The Pilots lined up in a nice neat row. Most of them were human but he noticed a few non-humans in the group, one Bothan, one Quarren, and lastly one Twi'lek.

The General addressed the pilots. informed them they would be getting mission orders in 24 hours, and that they shoud get to know this ship and the people on board, including their fellow Pilots, and the squadron of Y-Wing Pilots that were also on board, an all Tatooine native squadron called Charging Bantha Squadron.

Rostek
26 June 2005, 03:39 PM
Brevet Captain* Calo Stennic was the last to come down the transport's ramp- he had been in the copilot's seat for the trip (the pilot was an old aquaintance of his from Quartermaster Section), and had decided against mingling more than necessary with his new pilots before their deployment.
Stennic was a old hand in Starfighter Command- he had friends and aquaintances in a dozen squadrons and most of the supply depots in the Core and Colonies. In fact, it was through one of these aquaintances that he had found out about his assignment to this then-training squadron.
Myn Donos- now of Rogue Squadron- had met Stennic on Coruscant when then-Lieutenants Janson and Klivian were training Talon Squadron. Stennic was in charge of the training section's shuttle services, and had been one of Donos' drinking companions.
Merely a month ago, he had recieved a curious message from Donos:
Hey Calo,
I heard about your new assignment- Congratulations, you deserve it.

Take Care,

Myn

Naturally- Calo had no idea what Donos was talking about. At the time, he was in the process of preparing a squadron of A-Wings for transport to a anti-Teradoc task force. Four days later, he was alerted to his assignment as commander of the newly created "Tempest Squadron".
A green and white R2 rolled up behind the new commander-
"Stay on the ship, Cold- and get the other astromechs ready for vehicle inspection."
The droid bleeped adroitly, then turned and rolled back into the ship.

Assuming parade formation with the rest of his squadron, he heard the general's speech-
That is absurdly fast for an operational deployment to mission period- we must be getting desperate


[OOC:
* The EU tells us you must be a captain to command a squadron- in this case, Calo is a temporary one, like Donos and Face Loran were during the Wraith Squadron series- If and when Calo becomes a full Captain will happen at your discretion, naturally
And yes, I am a terrible speller and yes, Cold is my R2- as mentioned in my history in the OOC Thread :)]

Drendar Morevo
26 June 2005, 04:01 PM
[OOC: Unless Myn Donos is REALLY bad at spelling, its spelled Congratulations, not Congradulations. All of the NPC pilots are Generic low level pilots. Is Cold your R2's name?]

Norseman
26 June 2005, 04:53 PM
Flight Officer Crix Ralter stepped out of the transport, looking over the hanger bay- surveying the 12, shiny new X-Wings and the decidedly less shiny Y-Wings that also populated the hanger deck.
What a dump- why could I have gotten assigned to a ship that wasn't a floating museum exibit? he thought with more than a bit of annoyance.
Still, it certainly beat out being stuck with some crappy training squadron or some interceptor squadron on a Core World. Here, he would get some serious action.
The Coruscani human made more than his usual token effort at standing at attention- he didn't want to piss off his new base CO in the first five minutes.
Better to wait a few days... hehehe. he thought, unconsciously smiling as he stood.

[OOC: Crix's astromech is a male personalitied, Red and white, factory new R2 designated R2-P59, who he's named Niner]

red5_5
26 June 2005, 07:13 PM
Newly minted Flight Officer Elara Soto walks briskly down the boarding ramp, eager to see her new home base. Elara scans the docking bay and notices their new X-wing starfighters. Techs bustle around in an orderly manner and strange noises reverberate in the cavernous space. This is really different from the Academy on Yavin. It’s usually quiet and peaceful. I suppose that I’ll have to get used to this.

Elara had not yet formed any personal relationships with any squadron members, but she was sure that she would soon. During the flight to the Pride of Corellia Elara had gotten to know her assigned astromech droid, R2-K8. The droid was yellow and white and, to Elara's liking, it featured a female personality. The droid was chatty and Elara settled on a nickname for her new co-pilot, “Kate.” I guess I won’t be too lonely around here with a droid like Kate around.

Elara continues into the docking bay and salutes the general. No more training simulators for me. Now, the real stuff starts.

Mack Jace
27 June 2005, 05:25 AM
Lieutenant Morec Birtrok found himself in a familiar scene. Bustling techs running from ship to ship, the smell of grease in the air, just like the last ship he had been assigned to. He stood at attention, with a very serious face on, but he couldn't help smiling when his droid, R2-JC7 rolled down the ramp and right into another astromech, knocking both over. That's just like Spanner, always the clumsy one. When he first met R2-JC7, Morec decided to call him "Jaycee". After his blaster fell to pieces and Jaycee fixed it, he decided to call him "Hydrospanner", Spanner for short. Morec didn't know any of the other pilots, but he figured that he should start up some conversation with them. After I see my ship of course.

Drendar Morevo
27 June 2005, 11:33 AM
the ships PA system bleatted harshly in a monotone female voice...

"All Tempest Squadron Pilots, Mission briefing in 20 minutes." [OOC: or when all the PC's show up!]

Before anyone could move or do anything the ship went into hyperspace, leaving coruscant behind and heading straight towards the edge of Teradoc controlled space.

Rostek
27 June 2005, 01:44 PM
"All Tempest Squadron Pilots, Mission briefing in 20 minutes."
Before anyone could move or do anything the ship went into hyperspace, leaving coruscant behind and heading straight towards the edge of Teradoc controlled space.

"Sithspit!" Stennic said as the PA system and hyperdrive delivered the message.
"All pilots- It seems the wecoming party will be delayed for a bit. Check out your birds now, have your astromechs run truncated systems diagnostics on your systems. You have 15 minutes- make the most of it." he said.
Calo noted Cold had rounded up the other astromechs and sent them to their assigned starfighters- now the pilots could just follow their droid to their assigned ship.
The squad commander walked over to the X-Wing Cold had indicated and started a physical examination of the exterior. Everything seemed fine- as befitted a starfighter that had recently been inspected by a trained ground crew.
"Alright Cold- run those diagnostics, make sure we won't have any nasty surprises." Calo said.
After the fifteen minutes of checking over his ship were through, Calo motioned for the rest of the squadron to follow him to the ready room, where they would be able to deposit their bag into a locker and pick up their life support equipment.

red5_5
27 June 2005, 02:16 PM
By the Force! They don’t even give us time to get acclamated to our new base or wingmates. This mission must be pretty important if they need us now. Elara follows Captain Stennic’s orders and walks over to her new X-wing. Kate is already positioned in the droid socket and running diagnostics.

Craning her neck, Elara looks up at Kate and asks, “Is she gonna be able to fly?” The astromech spins its head around to view Elara, and then beeps an affirmative. At least the techs know what they doing. But, there are probably going to be a few kinks to work out during the first flight.

Elara walks around the starfighter, admiring its sleek lines, and looking for anything out of place. Everything looks operational from the outside. She comes to the cockpit ladder and climbs up. Glancing in, she sees that the pilot’s seat is stiff and unused. , Elara thinks with a slight smile.

Then, Elara jumps down from the cockpit and lands with a soft [I]thud! She turns her attention to her fellow pilots and thinks, I wonder who my wingmate is going to be? Too bad we didn’t have more time to get to know each other. Elara notices Stennic motioning all the pilots to follow him. Well, I’ll know who my wingmate is soon.

Elara looks up to Kate again and says, “Keep running diagnostics and be sure that she’s ready to fly. I don’t want any surprises.” The droid beeps an affirmative. Elara turns from her X-wing and follows the Captain to the ready room.

Vanger Chevane
27 June 2005, 05:56 PM
Life hadn't been very good for Vooko lately. At the Academy, his reputation as a hot, experineced pilot had resulted in far too many fellow trainees challenging him, most of which he had to decline as it wouldn'tve really taught him anything and would have cost him precious time to get the things his instructors were down to that all-too-critical Automatic Reaction, leading some people to spread an annoyingly false rumour that he was some sort of Coward. Among the Permanent Staff some were of the opinion that he was a Dilletante playing at Snubfighter Pilot simply as his Team had worked incredibly hard sacrificing their time and credits to give him the best starfighter they possibly could.

Then he'd been told he'd receive an X-Wing and Astromech once he got to the Pride of Corellia... Pride of, isn't that the typical label for one of those aging Corvettes? At least it isn't some Quasar Fire-class carrier. Probly gonna get the most beat-up snub and droid they have if my luck keeps going this way... He didn't mind the X-Wing. Sure it was a bit slower and less maneuverable than his own ship, but made up for it with greater protection and killpower in the launch tubes.

On the upside, he'd heard about General Morevo through the Tech Network via someone who'd just rotated off his ship. Seems he was a good leader who knew what he was doing and quite happy where he was despite possible pressure from above to accept a promotion.

Dropping out of Hyperspace his sensor board immediately showed a Victory-class star Destroyer and tagged it as Friendly. Huh, odd name for a big ship like that. Hope the review was right & she's a solid fighter despite her age.

Coming in for a landing, he observed the Deck Controller waving the batons in an exaggerated, overly-safe fashion. suddenly very annoyed Newbie guides, figures I'm one twitch away from crashing... he brings his ship in quickly, making a smooth and crisp landing much to the surprise of the controller. Going through the shutdown procedures with a surety only experience can provide, has his snub "tucked in", helmet off, and the cockpit open before the transport finishes settling in.

After a few words with the techs, he tucks his helmet under his arm and walks over to catch up to the rest of his squad. The smell of starfighter fluids and noises of power tools he finds quite familiar and comforting, allowing him to relax a bit and even puts a slight grin onto his face by the time he's formed up with the rest of his squad.


The General addressed the pilots. informed them they would be getting mission orders in 24 hours, and that they shoud get to know this ship and the people on board, including their fellow Pilots, and the squadron of Y-Wing Pilots that were also on board, an all Tatooine native squadron called Charging Bantha Squadron.
Things must be heating up fast out here if they hand us a mission almost as soon as we step aboard. Could get really ugly with no warning.


All Tempest Squadron Pilots, Mission briefing in 20 minutes."

"Sithspit!" Stennic said as the PA system and hyperdrive delivered the message.
"All pilots- It seems the wecoming party will be delayed for a bit. Check out your birds now, have your astromechs run truncated systems diagnostics on your systems. You have 15 minutes- make the most of it."
Sharing a concerned glance with Calo, jogs over to the X-Wing and Astromech assigned him & goes through a fast but thorough walkaround before climbing into the cockpit and sinking into the seat - wouldn't need to fight with the seat almost as much as the Warlord's pilots in a furball. Checking the monitors and diagnostics displays going through a Function Test, barely even registers R2-D548's number on its dedicated monitor. No name, freshly wiped. Doesn't matter. Soon enough the way this is going so far somebody's gonna lose a ship and I go back to my ship, they get this one & will name the droid.

Least the Ground Crew here looks to take pride in their work, and don't get too picky about "Some Driver" flying their ship.

As everything comes up good, "R2, set the Inertial Compensator to .95" Switches to Squad Freq "Lead, Eleven. Looks good to go, but don't quote me on that."

Drendar Morevo
27 June 2005, 06:35 PM
As the pilots assembled in the Ampitheater the General Decided he would address them himself.

"Welcome to the Pride, we have a long standing tradition of putting hot shot pilots through their paces. You've just had your first lesson in that. And I hope you understand, even the Command staff has a sense of Urgency and I am glad to see most of you do as well."

He hesitated a second before continuing.

"You pilots will scramble in 1 hour. Our target is a Dreadnaught and its two Corelian Corvette escorts. All together they have 12 fighters, TIE's probably. They are currently getting ready to Ambush what they think is a convoy of Republic Freighters coming from Commenor, when in fact, we will be Ambushing them."

One of the Pilots, the Twi-Lek, posed a question.

"Sir, what about the Y-Wings? will they be participating in the mission?"

"Not until you've engaged in the Furball."

He waited for more questions. There were none.

"Your Orders are to NOT to open fire until given the order, from me, or my second in command.... Just remember this Pilots, even Command has a sense of humor, this could be just a pirate attack, but they want us ready for anything."

"You now have 50 Minutes to get ready pilots. Do your jobs and no-one gets hurt."

"Except the Imps!" was the shout from a pilot.

The General Acknowledged his words with the tiniest crack of a smile.

"Pilots, Dismissed!"

Norseman
27 June 2005, 08:41 PM
"Sithspit!" Stennic said as the PA system and hyperdrive delivered the message.
"All pilots- It seems the wecoming party will be delayed for a bit. Check out your birds now, have your astromechs run truncated systems diagnostics on your systems. You have 15 minutes- make the most of it." he said.
Crix sighed and nodded, jogging off to the X-Wing Niner was being loaded into.
Completing a quick walkaround and noting nothing out of the ordinary, Crix hopped up the bright yellow ladder into the cockpit.
His thin, athletic frame had no trouble getting into the tight confines of the cockpit- though he had to adjust the seat to accomodate his long legs.
Cripes- the ferry pilot must have been an Ewok! he thought.
Probably the infamous Lieutenant Kettch. he thought with a smile, remembering the story Captain Stennic had told him and some of the squadron members during the trip over.
Looking to his right, he notices the squadron's resident Jedi- Crix catches her eye and throws her a friendly smile and wave as he gets up to exit the ship.



As the pilots assembled in the Ampitheater the General Decided he would address them himself.

"Welcome to the Pride, we have a long standing tradition of putting hot shot pilots through their paces. You've just had your first lesson in that. And I hope you understand, even the Command staff has a sense of Urgency and I am glad to see most of you do as well."

He hesitated a second before continuing.

"You pilots will scramble in 1 hour. Our target is a Dreadnaught and its two Corelian Corvette escorts. All together they have 12 fighters, TIE's probably. They are currently getting ready to Ambush what they think is a convoy of Republic Freighters coming from Commenor, when in fact, we will be Ambushing them."

One of the Pilots, the Twi-Lek, posed a question.

"Sir, what about the Y-Wings? will they be participating in the mission?"

"Not until you've engaged in the Furball."

He waited for more questions. There were none.

"Your Orders are to NOT to open fire until given the order, from me, or my second in command.... Just remember this Pilots, even Command has a sense of humor, this could be just a pirate attack, but they want us ready for anything."

"You now have 50 Minutes to get ready pilots. Do your jobs and no-one gets hurt."

"Except the Imps!" was the shout from a pilot.

The General Acknowledged his words with the tiniest crack of a smile.

"Pilots, Dismissed!"

Crix cracks a confident smile at that comment- the Imps indeed.
The pilot was slightly concerned about the Rules of Engagement- no attack until the order is given-
Or when we're fired upon- whichever comes first... probably at the same time, given my luck. he thinks.
Looking over to the Captain, Crix smiles and says- "A cakewalk, huh Boss? Especially with the Pride and those Bones to take the capships."

Rostek
27 June 2005, 09:28 PM
As the pilots assembled in the Ampitheater the General Decided he would address them himself.

"Welcome to the Pride, we have a long standing tradition of putting hot shot pilots through their paces. You've just had your first lesson in that. And I hope you understand, even the Command staff has a sense of Urgency and I am glad to see most of you do as well."

He hesitated a second before continuing.

"You pilots will scramble in 1 hour. Our target is a Dreadnaught and its two Corelian Corvette escorts. All together they have 12 fighters, TIE's probably. They are currently getting ready to Ambush what they think is a convoy of Republic Freighters coming from Commenor, when in fact, we will be Ambushing them."

One of the Pilots, the Twi-Lek, posed a question.

"Sir, what about the Y-Wings? will they be participating in the mission?"

"Not until you've engaged in the Furball."

He waited for more questions. There were none.

"Your Orders are to NOT to open fire until given the order, from me, or my second in command.... Just remember this Pilots, even Command has a sense of humor, this could be just a pirate attack, but they want us ready for anything."

"You now have 50 Minutes to get ready pilots. Do your jobs and no-one gets hurt."

"Except the Imps!" was the shout from a pilot.

The General Acknowledged his words with the tiniest crack of a smile.

"Pilots, Dismissed!"

...
Looking over to the Captain, Crix smiles and says- "A cakewalk, huh Boss? Especially with the Pride and those Bones to take the capships."

Calo Stennic's expression changes from a crack of a grin to a grin that had a hint of concern within-
"Probably, Ralter, probably..." he trails off a bit-
But don't forget: Intel tends to be very conservative in it's estimates... just pray we don't jump into the middle of an Interceptor wing- that could ruin our day pretty damn quick. the grin switches back to one of amusement-
"Let's show the general what kind of "hot shot pilots" we are- shall we?" he says, giving the boy a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
"Alright- I recommend you guys get your room assignments and dump your stuff in your rooms. Then, head out to Life Support to get your equipment tested- and then get with your crew chief and have him, her or it give you a run through of the ship's pre-flight cycle. It's always good to know your crew's routine- and there is no time like the present, so get going. I want you in the hanger bay in 25 minutes- get out of here!."

Ash DuQuennes
28 June 2005, 12:13 AM
Ash sat in his cockpit waiting for Flight Control to issue launch clearance to him and his squadron. He watched the X-Wings taxiing about the flight deck with a little apprehension, as two had almost collided. At those speeds, probably nothing more exciting than some minor dents and scratched paint would've resulted, but still...

Four days ago

Ash puffed on his nicostick, and swore softly in Duros. He was currently buried up to his elbows in the port nacelle of his ship, "The Meanstreak." The port engine control module was acting up, randomly varying the thrust settings of his portside engine. This hadn't (yet) resulted in anything more than an embarassing tendency to skew unexpectedly during flight, but it still wasn't something you wanted your fighter doing in the middle of an attack run.

As his R-2 unit "Sqeaker" ran yet another diagnostic sequence on the control module, General Morevo, who was touring the flight deck on his daily walk-about, came up and asked, "Duke, are you smoking on my flight deck?"

Ash puffed on his nicostick, hot-boxing it, and replied deadpan, "No sir. Wouldn't dream of it."

General Morevo nodded as if he hadn't seen anything, and said, "Good. I'd hate to have to put you on report and see you in hack."

Ash nodded, butting the smoke and tossing it in his scrap bucket, and agreed, "Yep. I'd hate that, too. So what's the scoop, Skipper?"

General Morevo told him, "We're finally getting some pilots for those shiny new X-Wings. They should be arriving in the next few days."

Ash considered this for a few as General Morevo peered at The Meanstreak, assessing it condition, and then Ash asked, "Any of them vets? Or just some green kids?"

General Morevo peered at Ash, and said, "Couldn't say. Did I mention that they'd be arriving in a few days? I haven't seen their packets, yet."

Ash put down his spanner, wiped his hands on a thoroughly disreputable rag (which actually came away cleaner for the effort) and told the General, "I just figured that maybe, maybe, Fleet had sent you something in advance."

General Morevo laughed out loud at this, saying, "Fleet? Actually bother to tell us something? In advance?" He chuckled again, and said, "I suppose there'll be one or two vets among them, but most will probably be as green as the eggs Cookie served up for breakfast this morning."

Ash made a "bleah" face, and stuck out his tongue, before replying, "Well, there's nothing for it, except to hold their hands and shepherd them through some milk runs for starters."

General Morevo looked at Ash speculatively, and said, "I'm not so sure. About the 'milk run' thing, that is. Keep your ships and people ready, Duke. Things may be heating up, soon."

Ash gave a sketchy salute and replied, "Aye-aye, Skipper."

Yesterday

Ash and most of Bantha Squadron watched the incoming newbies from one of the Flight Galleries, his pilots softly trading comments as each new pilot came down the freighter's ramp, and murmuring a bit at the fancy A-Wing that came in with it. Like most Bone pilots, they had little regard for the "one hit wonders," even if this one looked decidedly non-standard. Ash said nothing, watching the new pilots intently, assessing each of them, trying to determine who were the vets, and who were the rookies.

Ash met a few of the new pilots over the next day, trading the typical military resume of "Where Were You Stationed/Who With/What Have You Done," but didn't spend too much time getting acquainted, as he and his squadron were running diagnostics on their ships, and all of their torpedoes, for the expected mission. Their work done, he and his squadron went on some "down time," catching up on sleep, chow, and letters, before the anticipated mission brief.

Earlier today

The mission brief was fairly typical, with a bit of the "rah-rah" tosed in by General Morevo for the new pilots. Ash had to supress a smile as one of the newbies piped up, a young Twilek who's voice was probably coming out about an octave above normal, asking, "Sir, what about the Y-Wings? will they be participating in the mission?"

General Morevo replied in his Grave General Voice, "Not until you've engaged in the Furball."

That was about the last thing as far as the mission brief was concerned, and the briefing was adjourned. As Ash was walking out, General Morevo caught his eye, and motioned him over. Ash waited for the rest of the pilots to exit the briefing room, and walked over, brain bucket tucked under his arm.

The General said, "Duke, you heard the intel brief, and you and I both know what those are worth." Ash nodded as the General went on, "If and when the order's given, hit those capital ship's hard-and-fast, son." His face and voice grew hard as he continued, "We're backing you fighter jocks up, but I want to put those capital ships into submission, double-time, and on-the-bounce. We have some green pilots in those X-Wings, and I don't want them in the Furball any longer than necessary. Just enough to give them a taste. And I figure nothing will take the fight out of those TIE pilots quicker than seeing their base ship either surrender, or go up in a spectacular fireball."

Ash came to attention, and told the General, "We'll do our best, General. We always do."

General Morevo took Ash's hand and said,"I know you do, son. Bring all my pilots home, Duke." And then, with a wry smile, "That includes you, too."

Ash smiled back, "Definitely, General." They shook hands, and Ash headed for the flight deck.

On the flight deck

Ash finished the last of the squadron checklist, put his datapad away, and asked his gunner, "Are we set, Guns?" His gunner, in an emulation of his often laconic front-seater, simply said, "Check," by way of reply. Ash nodded (a wasted effort, as his gunner was facing backwards), settled in, and opend the squadron push, forcing calm into his voice, and pitching it a bit lower than normal.

"Alright. Listen up Boneheads. Intel says we have two corvettes and an old Dreadnaught to deal with today, in addition to the Eyeballs. The plan is for the rocket jockeys to engage the Eyeballs, while we push through to engage the base ships. If any Eyeballs stray into your sights, feel free to light 'em up, but don't get distracted. We all know the First Law of Warfare: 'No plan survives contact with the Enemy.' So keep your eyes open and your 'Six' clear for any leakers who get by the rocket jocks. We're going to lock up one of the Corvettes first as our priority target, but don't get lazy just because the Pride has our back, and don't let their size fool you: you'll be just as dead from it's Big Damned Guns as from an ImpStar's, and I seriously doubt that the Dreadnaught or her escorts are simply going to sit still and let us blow them up without kickin' up a bit of a fuss. Hopefully, the Pride will distract them from noticing us too much. At least until the first salvo of torps go home."

A few of his pilots chuckled, but most listened quietly.

"If it turns out intel screwed the pooch and we're facing something more than we can handle, you can be fairly sure that the General will sound the recall in a heartbeat. The Empire's on-the-run, and there's no sense getting vaped over this mission. Keep an eye on your shields; keep' em angled towards the enemy. Remember the mission brief and don't fire until the order is given. Get solid target locks before loosing your torpedoes. Stay with your wingman, and keep an eye on your Flight Leader. And always, always, check your 'Six' for the Bad Guys sneakin' up on you."

A chorus of "Ayes" and "Check, Skipper" came back over the unit push, and Ash let the silence grow for a moment before finishing.

"Alright, Boneheads, let's do some damage."

Edit: Changed "target" IAW mission brief.

Drendar Morevo
28 June 2005, 05:20 AM
[OOC: I have read the post. It is approved.]

A shiny Orange 3PO unit makes its way towards Captain Stennic.

"Captain Stennic" it says in a shrill tone.

He acknowledges the droid. "yes?"

"Here are the Direct orders for your unit once you have launched" The droid handed over a DataPad.

[OOC: Now here is where it might get a little fuzzy. Only captain stennic will have a reaction to this. The rest of you will not have any idea what is on the datapad. Nor wil he be allowed to tell you.]

From the Desk of General Drendar Morevo.
To The commander of Tempest Squadron, Captain Stennic.

Captain stennic your mission specific orders are.
1.To engage with the TIE's when ordered
2.After hitting the wave of TIEs make a run on one of the Corvettes, Charging Bantha wil take the other after you have made your run.
3.Provide Cover for the Y-Wings as the Make their run on the second Corvette
4.Once Orders 2 and 3 are carried out finish up by cleaning the remaining TIEs and providing cover for the Pride

Carry out your orders and you should come out fine.

---++End of Message++---

PsychoInfiltrator
28 June 2005, 07:41 AM
"All Tempest Squadron Pilots, Mission briefing in 20 minutes." Korto glared at noone in particular. He wondered if he could find a tech to repaint his new memory wiped dolt of an R2 unit. Well, dolt was kind of unfair. He'd need to come up with a name for this thing. Korto was still not used to having ot rely on an astromech for anything. I don't rely on anything or anybody unless I absolutely have too. He strolled off, his R2 unit R2-J9, loooking for a techie.
"Welcome to the Pride, we have a long standing tradition of putting hot shot pilots through their paces. You've just had your first lesson in that. And I hope you understand, even the Command staff has a sense of Urgency and I am glad to see most of you do as well."

He hesitated a second before continuing.
as Korto slipped in, wet paint almost dripping off of his R2. It was now predominantly black with some detailing in the form of thin light blue lightning bolts streaking down the side like a web of power.

You pilots will scramble in 1 hour. Our target is a Dreadnaught and its two Corelian Corvette escorts. All together they have 12 fighters, TIE's probably. They are currently getting ready to Ambush what they think is a convoy of Republic Freighters coming from Commenor, when in fact, we will be Ambushing them."

One of the Pilots, the Twi-Lek, posed a question.

"Sir, what about the Y-Wings? will they be participating in the mission?"

"Not until you've engaged in the Furball."

He waited for more questions. There were none.

"Your Orders are to NOT to open fire until given the order, from me, or my second in command.... Just remember this Pilots, even Command has a sense of humor, this could be just a pirate attack, but they want us ready for anything."

"You now have 50 Minutes to get ready pilots. Do your jobs and no-one gets hurt."

"Except the Imps!" was the shout from a pilot.

The General Acknowledged his words with the tiniest crack of a smile.

"Pilots, Dismissed!"

Korto immediately left the briefing, heading to the hanger, taled by R2-J9. Suddenly Korto picked up the pace, hoping he would have time to at least get to know the names of his pilots. He doubted it though.

Taylor_Banyan
28 June 2005, 08:14 AM
O'Danul was browsing over his datapad, glancing over profiles and photos of the Tempest Squadron when they began arriving for the breifing. Putting up his datapad, he came to stand behind the general as the group entered.


Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
As the pilots assembled in the Ampitheater the General Decided he would address them himself.

"Welcome to the Pride, we have a long standing tradition of putting hot shot pilots through their paces. You've just had your first lesson in that. And I hope you understand, even the Command staff has a sense of Urgency and I am glad to see most of you do as well."

O'Danul held back a twitch of a smile at these words, memory racing over the many pilots and crew coming in as arrogant rookies and leaving as trained Navy personel.


"You pilots will scramble in 1 hour. Our target is a Dreadnaught and its two Corelian Corvette escorts. All together they have 12 fighters, TIE's probably. They are currently getting ready to Ambush what they think is a convoy of Republic Freighters coming from Commenor, when in fact, we will be Ambushing them."

Softly chuckling at the irony in the situatuion, O'Danul then quickly sobered up, the true objectives of the mission blaring in his head.


"Your Orders are to NOT to open fire until given the order, from me, or my second in command.... Just remember this Pilots, even Command has a sense of humor, this could be just a pirate attack, but they want us ready for anything."

Standing straighter as he was recognized, he basked in the hard-earned authority that he had gained


"You now have 50 Minutes to get ready pilots. Do your jobs and no-one gets hurt."

"Except the Imps!" was the shout from a pilot.

The General Acknowledged his words with the tiniest crack of a smile.

"Pilots, Dismissed!"

Rostek
28 June 2005, 10:52 AM
Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
[OOC: I have read the post. It is approved.]

A shiny Orange 3PO unit makes its way towards Captain Stennic.

"Captain Stennic" it says in a shrill tone.

He acknowledges the droid. "yes?"

"Here are the Direct orders for your unit once you have launched" The droid handed over a DataPad.

[OOC: Now here is where it might get a little fuzzy. Only captain stennic will have a reaction to this. The rest of you will not have any idea what is on the datapad. Nor wil he be allowed to tell you.]

From the Desk of General Drendar Morevo.
To The commander of Tempest Squadron, Captain Stennic.

Captain stennic your mission specific orders are.
1.To engage with the TIE's when ordered
2.After hitting the wave of TIEs make a run on one of the Corvettes, Charging Bantha wil take the other after you have made your run.
3.Provide Cover for the Y-Wings as the Make their run on the second Corvette
4.Once Orders 2 and 3 are carried out finish up by cleaning the remaining TIEs and providing cover for the Pride

Carry out your orders and you should come out fine.

---++End of Message++---

Calo reads over the datapad with a glance...
Well, at least the mission is straightforward- assuming the Intel is correct he thought.
Nodding to the crew chief, Stennic climbs the ladder into the cockpit of his X-Wing and dons his helmet (right and left panels each have their lower third colored black, with a smaller black rectangle of black a centemeter above it, with a slightly chipped red starbird over each).
"Alright boys and girls- we lift off in five minutes. For those of you who haven't seen action before- remember your training, follow orders, and you'll make it through this with a minimum of trauma. Don't die- I don't like writing letters and I really don't like filling out the datawork to fanagle a new X-Wing from Command. Other than that- stick with your wing man, listen to your officers, conserve your torpedos for those capships, blahdeblahdeBlah- you kids will do fine." he said over the squadron frequency as confidently as possible.
Privately, he wasn't too keen about flying into a squadron of eyeballs in front of a bunch of bright-green pilots, but he supposed crack pilots had to start somewhere.
"Cold, switch Inertial Compensator to .5 gravs- like normal, and get me Bantha Lead's comm." he said to the green droid, who tootled and complied in a few seconds.
"Thanks Cold," Calo said, tuning into the private frequency, "Bantha Leader, this is Tempest Leader- just called to say good luck. My boys will do their best to keep you Bone drivers TIE free. We'll have to get a drink when we're done, so you can tell me about this ship of the General's." Calo finished with a laugh.
"Alright," Calo started, switching back to squadron frequency, "call out status."

Drendar Morevo
28 June 2005, 11:01 AM
[ooc: to all new players. If you come in now be prepared to make a LONG intro post concerning all that has so far transpired. Or you can wait until after the first mission.]

Game Time Elapsed so far, 50 minutes.

We come out of Hyperspace in 5

launch fighters in 6

combat... soon after.

Norseman
28 June 2005, 11:21 AM
"Probably, Ralter, probably..." he trails off a bit-
"Let's show the general what kind of "hot shot pilots" we are- shall we?" he says, giving the boy a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
"Hell yes sir!" the young pilot replied, smiling and heading off to carry out the Captain's orders.

Returning to the hanger bay, Crix hopped in his cockpit and donned his helmet (front is painted black- a red with white trim starbird sits on either front panel).


"Alright boys and girls- we lift off in five minutes. For those of you who haven't seen action before- remember your training, follow orders, and you'll make it through this with a minimum of trauma. Don't die- I don't like writing letters and I really don't like filling out the datawork to fanagle a new X-Wing from Command. Other than that- stick with your wing man, listen to your officers, conserve your torpedos for those capships, blahdeblahdeBlah- you kids will do fine."
Crix chuckled to himself at that last part.
"Niner, are we ready to fly?" he asked his astromech. The droid beeped an affirmative, adding a confident bloop.
"That's what I like to hear." Crix replied with a grin.


"Call out status."

When his turn comes, Crix punches the comm button-
"Tempest Three standing by- four green, systems nominal."

Mack Jace
28 June 2005, 12:49 PM
Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
As the pilots assembled in the Ampitheater the General Decided he would address them himself.

"Welcome to the Pride, we have a long standing tradition of putting hot shot pilots through their paces. You've just had your first lesson in that. And I hope you understand, even the Command staff has a sense of Urgency and I am glad to see most of you do as well."

He hesitated a second before continuing.

"You pilots will scramble in 1 hour. Our target is a Dreadnaught and its two Corelian Corvette escorts. All together they have 12 fighters, TIE's probably. They are currently getting ready to Ambush what they think is a convoy of Republic Freighters coming from Commenor, when in fact, we will be Ambushing them."

One of the Pilots, the Twi-Lek, posed a question.

"Sir, what about the Y-Wings? will they be participating in the mission?"

"Not until you've engaged in the Furball."

He waited for more questions. There were none.

"Your Orders are to NOT to open fire until given the order, from me, or my second in command.... Just remember this Pilots, even Command has a sense of humor, this could be just a pirate attack, but they want us ready for anything."

"You now have 50 Minutes to get ready pilots. Do your jobs and no-one gets hurt."

"Except the Imps!" was the shout from a pilot.

The General Acknowledged his words with the tiniest crack of a smile.

"Pilots, Dismissed!"

Morec listened to the General, all the while thinking to himself. I still don't like the idea of flying with a bunch of people I don't even know. After this mission I should see if the others want to play a few games of Sabaac.

Morec hopped into the cockpit, pulling on his helmet, which was covered with flames on both sides. He listened to the Captainwhen his voice came over the comm.


"Alright boys and girls- we lift off in five minutes. For those of you who haven't seen action before- remember your training, follow orders, and you'll make it through this with a minimum of trauma. Don't die- I don't like writing letters and I really don't like filling out the datawork to fanagle a new X-Wing from Command. Other than that- stick with your wing man, listen to your officers, conserve your torpedos for those capships, blahdeblahdeBlah- you kids will do fine."

Mack heard the truth in those words, having seen friends die in other squadrons. He said to Spanner, Hey Spanner, are we good to go? The droid beeped an affirmitive, then he warbled off a question. As it scrolled across his screen, Morec chuckled, No, you don't have to worry, I'll make sure you don't get hit.


"Call out status."

After he heard Two, Three, and Four over the comm, he said, Tempest Five standing by. All systems are go.

PsychoInfiltrator
28 June 2005, 02:04 PM
Korto made it to his X-wing, put R2-J9 into his outelt, and got into the cockpit.


"Alright boys and girls- we lift off in five minutes. For those of you who haven't seen action before- remember your training, follow orders, and you'll make it through this with a minimum of trauma.
Haven't seen action before? I hope I don't have any of those err...many of those in Three Flight. I don't think I'll get lucky enough to have none. Minimum of trauma? I don't think these greenies understand the definition of trauma.

Don't die- I don't like writing letters and I really don't like filling out the datawork to fanagle a new X-Wing from Command. Other than that- stick with your wing man, listen to your officers, conserve your torpedos for those capships, blahdeblahdeBlah- you kids will do fine."
"Don't die." Man's a genius. I hope he's more creative with his insults! Ahhh well...at least he hates paperwork too. Somebody ought to tell him to leave the other tha that speech to the Flight leaders.

"Alright," Calo started, switching back to squadron frequency, "call out status."
Korto checked his readouts. "Tempest Nine. All systems go. Three flight, switch to this channel." Korto broadcasted the frequency name, then set his com to it himself.
"You heard some of this from Lead, now you get it from me. Pilots, while you fly under me I ask you to obey these rules: 1, you will accomplish the mission unless I tell you otherwise, 2, You will not die, nor cause or allow anybody on our side to die, because from what I know of Starfighter Command, it means a bloody lot of paperwork. 3: feel free to be unorthodox. Be unorthodox. Within the parameters of the above rules. And if you are going to disobey orders to follow either of the first and second rules, you HAD BETTER bloody well follow both of them. If you follow the first 2 rules, I'll take the rap if you disobeyed orders to accomplish obedience of them. Class dismissed; have a nice day."

Vanger Chevane
28 June 2005, 02:17 PM
"Your Orders are to NOT to open fire until given the order, from me, or my second in command.... Just remember this Pilots, even Command has a sense of humor, this could be just a pirate attack, but they want us ready for anything."

Catching up to Calo after the briefing, "One thing bugs me, and it's probly your place to ask. We're supposed to Hold Fire till ordered. What if the order can't be given? If there's a good jammer on that ship & they decide to use it...or worse, not being able to shoot back till it's too late is gonna get the lot of us vaped for blind stupidity. There needs to be some backup in place so we don't get killed or hauled up on charges just cuz someone is taking reliable, clean commo as a given." Pats him on the shoulder "Unless you've got something, I need to get in some Bay Time & go over the Pointer they handed me. Don't want any Secondhand Surprises making this run any worse than it already could be. Sure you'll have a good answer in-hand before we Lift. I'll catch up to you by dinner if not sooner, you've my comm code."


Back in the bay, heading to the X-Wings he sees the Banthas pulling checks and nods to himself Good, take care of your gear, it takes care of you. This bunch looks like they're on top of The Game. Passing in front of them, he hears one of the Bones making an unhappy chatter. Stepping in front of it where the pilot can see him clearly he crosses his arms above his head then slices across his throat, signaling Stop now! Kill the engines. Attention focused on, and heading straight for, the engine with multitool already in hand, he neither knows, nor really cares whose ship it is. By the time the pilot's got the cockpit open he's already got one of the panels open tracing circuits and connectors.

"Who are you and what are you doing?" "Lieutenant Zeelas. You've got a leakage in your sensor fouling your fuel synch. Last time I heard a noise like that during start, Skill made it a few hundred kliks then the engine ruptured. Melted a good chunk of the internals and nearly touched off a fuel cell. Pretty sure the only bombs you want on board are for shooting at the Bad Guys. "

As the pilot climbs out and walks over to the misfiring engine, Vooko pushes around a few wires and pokes in a micro glowrod, "See this burn on your injection controller here? You've probably got feedback in the high-power line to your sensor or a crack in that housing that's leaking a lot of rads and frying this control. Makes your fuel feed go pop-pop-pop and puts a lot of wear and stress on your main chamber. Let this go too long and it goes pop-pop-pop-BOOM."

Casts a glance at the curious face pushed almost next to his, looking intently at the engine...or him.

The Pilot says "I'll need a replacement Injector Synch and a Signal Snoop to figure out where the source is."

Knows his stuff, not just Some Driver. "Yep. if it's feedback should be easy to track down, a cracked housing may take an enitire unit swap, but you should be up shortly." Taking a longer look at the pilot, since something has been hanging around the back of his mind bugging him, finally notes the rank insignia. Figures, I would wind up telling their CO how to do his job...Day One and I'm off to a great start.

The Captain then remarks "I'll get the main chamber stress-tested. No telling how much damage has already been done without a partial strip-down. Better to swap engines or ships than have it blow Out in the Cold."

"Good idea sir...Excuse me sir." Rattled, he pulls out of the engine, salutes, and walks off to his assigned snubfighter, hoping he hasn't torqued off this guy, yet fearing he has...



OOC: Apologies for the liberty taken, Ash.

Rostek
28 June 2005, 02:45 PM
Catching up to Calo after the briefing, "One thing bugs me, and it's probly your place to ask. We're supposed to Hold Fire till ordered. What if the order can't be given? If there's a good jammer on that ship & they decide to use it...or worse, not being able to shoot back till it's too late is gonna get the lot of us vaped for blind stupidity. There needs to be some backup in place so we don't get killed or hauled up on charges just cuz someone is taking reliable, clean commo as a given." Pats him on the shoulder "Unless you've got something, I need to get in some Bay Time & go over the Pointer they handed me. Don't want any Secondhand Surprises making this run any worse than it already could be. Sure you'll have a good answer in-hand before we Lift. I'll catch up to you by dinner if not sooner, you've my comm code."

Stennic nodded, adding-
"Good point, Lieutenant- I'll work something out with Morevo to alert us in the case of jamming. Otherwise- the standard Fighter Command RoE allows us to defend ourselves when fired upon- take off weapons safeties once we get to 2 kilos outside of effective laser range, orders or not.
We'll be splitting into wing pairs and taking the TIEs- once we've thinned their numbers a bit, I'm sending Three flight to cover the Bones. I'm trusting you to keep Three Flight on task. Good luck." He says, trying not to give up too much on Krono's background.
The Captian, though he wouldn't admit it to anyone save a superior who asks the question, has some serious misgivings about giving over a third of his combat power to a pirate who has displayed what may be anti-social tendancies in the past.
Still- command rated him in front of an experianced and trustworthy officer like Zeelas for command of Three Flight. He must be a damned good pilot- or he may just scare the Sith out of Command he thought to himself.
Calling the bridge to figure out a method of alerting his pilots on the order to fire, Calo reaches the General (thankfully)-
"General- this is Captain Stennic. Listen, I was talking with one of my pilots, and we have some concerns about the RoE. There is a possibility that we could be jammed- I was wondering about an alternate signal for the order to fire. Perhaps you could fire a burst from one of the dorsal turbo lasers above our heads if we are jammed?" he asked.

Vanger Chevane
28 June 2005, 03:28 PM
"Right. Who gets the pleasure of informing Nine?" Seeing the grimace cross Calo's face, He's looking forward to this bout as much as I am. Hope Korto's not gonna be enough of a problem it gets someone else hurt...or killed.


Alright boys and girls- we lift off in five minutes. For those of you who haven't seen action before- remember your training, follow orders, and you'll make it through this with a minimum of trauma. Don't die- I don't like writing letters and I really don't like filling out the datawork to fanagle a new X-Wing from Command. Other than that- stick with your wing man, listen to your officers, conserve your torpedos for those capships, blahdeblahdeBlah- you kids will do fine."
A grin crosses Vooko's face. All that bluster. Calo's probly still a little nervous, first Real Command and all. Better him than me.

As the status calls come around to him, "Eleven, everything checks out. Standing by."

Taylor_Banyan
28 June 2005, 04:40 PM
Originally posted by Rostek
"Alright boys and girls- we lift off in five minutes. For those of you who haven't seen action before- remember your training, follow orders, and you'll make it through this with a minimum of trauma. Don't die- I don't like writing letters and I really don't like filling out the datawork to fanagle a new X-Wing from Command. Other than that- stick with your wing man, listen to your officers, conserve your torpedos for those capships, blahdeblahdeBlah- you kids will do fine." he said over the squadron frequency as confidently as possible.

O'Danul listened carefully over the comm system, his trained ears picking up th slight waver in the captain voice. He's probabaly stressed with the rapid directions and quick send-off. But that's what thy're here to do, becom the best they can be under the maximun amount of stress and pressure: like a diamond.

Drendar Morevo
28 June 2005, 07:44 PM
Comm from General Morevo to Captain Stennic.

"This had accured to me. I have recently decided that if you ARE being jammed I will fire one of the ships Ion cannons. The energy pulse wil be your signal we are being jammed."

The tunnel of hyperspace dissolved around the Pride. As they reverted to realspace only one thing was certain, intelligence was right on the money.

The AirBoss on deck started Waving his Flight Batons, motioning for the Pilots to Begin Liftoff.

Over the Tightband comm the General came thorugh. "Tempest Squadron, you are cleared for lift off."

Ion Engines started roaring to life and the X-Wings rose from the deck on repulsors.

[OOC: All PC dice rolls will be on an 'On Your Honor' basis. If I think you are abusing my trust, I take it away and someone will have ruined it for everyone.]

Capships are AT RANGE thus they have rolled initiative.

The Pride rolls a 17 initiative. with a -2 initiative modifier thus makes it 15

The Dreadnaught rolls a 12 initiative. +0 modifer.

The Correlian Corvettes roll a 1 and a 13 respectively

Rostek
28 June 2005, 08:29 PM
Calo heard to order come over the comm-
"Alright- Tempest Squadron, on me. One flight, launch." he said.
As one flight cleared the Pride, Calo hit the comm again-
"Flight leaders, you are clear to release your elements." he said
Once all ships are clear, he switches to the squadron's private channel.
"Lock S-Foils in attack position-" Cold responded, hitting the control- and the X-Wing assumed it's namesake position.
"Assume combat triangle and get ready to throttle up the combat speed," he said, referring to a common combat formation (each flight assumes finger four, with the higher numbered element behind and slightly above the lower numbered pair. One flight is then flanked to the left and right by two and three flights, respectively- thus forming a very loose triangular shape). "And don't forget to mind your scopes for enemy fighters."

[OOC: Probably a DC 10 check to assume the formation properly- if that.
I recommend those of you with NPC wingmen use a "wing"- and use your wing to cover you. DC iirc for a wing is 10 for both pilots. That'll use up the first round if there are no TIEs waiting to engage us.]

Rolls- I'm using the Wizards (http://www.wizards.com/default.asp?x=dnd/dnd/20040517a) online roller for my rolls.

Initiative- Modifier (+5) + Roll (15)= Initiative 20
Pilot Checks- Modifier (+13) + Roll (8)= 21 to assume the Combat Triangle
Modifier (+13) + Roll (11)= 24 to join wing
Cold is monitoring sensors-
His Computer Use roll is a 12 + (his CU mod- the R2's mod escapes me for the moment).
All wings will delay initiative so that they may act upon my orders (sorry folks, but you've got to wait to react until after I tell you what to do ;)). Fear not, after we pick up the TIEs, I'll release you guys into combat to to what you will B).

A.I.E.E.E.
28 June 2005, 11:15 PM
The General addressed the pilots. informed them they would be getting mission orders in 24 hours, and that they shoud get to know this ship and the people on board, including their fellow Pilots, and the squadron of Y-Wing Pilots that were also on board, an all Tatooine native squadron called Charging Bantha Squadron.

24 hours? That's not giving us much time to settle down of get acclimatised, probably want to keep us on our feet. Typical of thse in authority, give those under you something to do to keep them under control.

Vekker followed the small red and whte R2 unit across the landing bay before arriving at his X-Wing.

Hm... well, I suppose its better than what the Imps have... and it looks alright. Still I'd better get this droid to have a look at it, and this droid needs a name.

"Well... you'll be watching my back, won't you R2-S6?"

The droid beeps affirmatively.

"Well... you can be "Six"... suits you... now if you wouldn't mind having a check over this fighter, I don't want to get knocked out on my first mission."


"All Tempest Squadron Pilots, Mission briefing in 20 minutes."

"No rest for the wicked... eh Six? Finish testing this and tell me what you've found when I get back".


As the pilots assembled in the Ampitheater the General Decided he would address them himself.

"Welcome to the Pride, we have a long standing tradition of putting hot shot pilots through their paces. You've just had your first lesson in that. And I hope you understand, even the Command staff has a sense of Urgency and I am glad to see most of you do as well."

He hesitated a second before continuing.

"You pilots will scramble in 1 hour. Our target is a Dreadnaught and its two Corelian Corvette escorts. All together they have 12 fighters, TIE's probably. They are currently getting ready to Ambush what they think is a convoy of Republic Freighters coming from Commenor, when in fact, we will be Ambushing them."

One of the Pilots, the Twi-Lek, posed a question.

"Sir, what about the Y-Wings? will they be participating in the mission?"

"Not until you've engaged in the Furball."

He waited for more questions. There were none.

"Your Orders are to NOT to open fire until given the order, from me, or my second in command.... Just remember this Pilots, even Command has a sense of humor, this could be just a pirate attack, but they want us ready for anything."

"You now have 50 Minutes to get ready pilots. Do your jobs and no-one gets hurt."

"Except the Imps!" was the shout from a pilot.

The General Acknowledged his words with the tiniest crack of a smile.

"Pilots, Dismissed!"

Vekker had shouted "Except the Imps!". He guessed that it would at least show those in command that he didn't really care for speeches and so on, and that he was keen to get at the Imps. 'Do your jobs and no-one gets hurt indeed. And they expected him to hold fire on those Imperial scum? He'd try, but he couldn't guarantee anything.

Returning to his X-Wing, he found Six finishing off the checks.

"Any problems? No?"

He clambered into the pilot seat and fiddled with the controls for a few minutes.

Doesn't seem that different from the simulators... we'll see.

He clambers down from the cockpit and begins to don his flight gear.

12 TIE's eh? No problem... I've done harder fights in training.

He climbs back into the pilot's seat just in time to hear the status call.

"Tempest 8, reporting in... all systems green, I'm good to go."

Ash DuQuennes
29 June 2005, 02:21 AM
The Pride reverted to Real Space, and Ash watched somewhat wistfully as the new squadron of X-wings launched, and in good order. He put down the earlier near-miss to a new unit "shaking down."

Maker's Bones, thought Ash, they barely had time to drop their ditty kits before the briefing, much less shake down like a proper squadron would. Higher must have a Bug Up Their Butt to toss these folks out into the cold like this. I hope the hell for Higher's sake that all these folks come home.

Ash wasn't too worried about his crew; they'd been together enough, in sims and stick time, to be fairly comfortable with one another, and to have worked all the major kinks out of the unit. Feeling a touch anxious, he opened the comms for the Air Boss and told him, "Air Boss, this is Bone Daddy. We've got twelve bones, green and shiny. Don't leave us sitting here too long, we might get bored and fall asleep."

The Air Boss acknowledged curtly, indicating by tone of voice and brevity of response that he wanted Ash to shut the hell up and leave him alone to do his job.

Hmph. Like they think we're helpless out there, or something. The Bone wasn't the fastest or most maneuverable starfighter to take to the skies; it never was, even when it was brand-spanking new. And while raw thrust was an important factor for a starfighter, it was not by far the only one. Few ship's could take, or dish out, the kind of punishment a Bone could. And few ship's had it's flexibility.

No, the real problem with the Bone wasn't a design flaw or design limitation; it was inherent in it's usual mission profile. As an attack fighter, it had to come "straight-and-level" for one precious moment on the final approach of its attack run; in those few seconds (an eternity in combat), the Bone was vulnerable. Hell, every ship is. But because the Bone is used almost exclusively for attack missions, it suffers disproportionately.

But with a squadron load-out of 192 proton torpedoes, Ash figured that the Bone was enough to give anyone serious pause. Nothing like watching 24 torpedoes salvo at once to make you regret that second cup of Caf and the abbreviated morning BM. Especially when there was distance to spare and an additional 168 torpedoes hot in the tubes, waiting to follow their bitty buddies.

He hated to nag his crew, as they knew what they were about, but the waiting was killing him, so he opened the squadron push and said, "Boneheads, this is Bone Daddy. We've got a few, so take the time for one last check of the important stuff. Compensators set at .99, shields up and running at full strength, all weapons charged at maximum, and your first torpedoes hot and ready for a target lock. Go ahead and retract your gear and hold on repulsors, and be ready to follow me out the chute, double-time and on-the-bounce, when the Air Boss green-lights us. Standard "zipper" exit, as everyone knows their place in the launch order."

It was a sign of their own anxiety that the chorus of replies lacked any note of exasperation. They'd heard it all before, and would undoubtedly hear it again, and again, each-and-every mission, until such time as Ash died, or was transferred.

"We'll launch at Docking velocity, form up into flights, and accelerate to Cruise velocity (1). Flight leaders, guide on me. Everyone lock up our Corvette immediately thereafter, and fire only on my command! Go ahead and set shield at double-front, but be ready to switch them around as the threat situation dictates."

Ash paused for a moment, considering, before going on,"Folks, we're not going to need the hyperdrive, so go ahead and have your 'mechs shunt power from it to your shields" (2) He watched his sytsem's status for the power flows to sort themselves out, as Squeaker already knew Ash wanted more power to his laser cannons, not his shields.

Nothing to do but wait. Ash hated waiting.

OOC:
(1) Docking speed has a +/-0 Pilot Check Modifiers, so even the less experienced Banthas should be able to Take 10 (they aren't engaged in combat yet) and automatically form into their wings by Flights.

(2) Your basic R-2 has a +14 on Repair, and the switch is a DC 15 Repair check to "deactivate" the hyperdrive, and a DC 10 to apply it to the shields, or a DC 15 for the guns. They can roll a 1 and still succeed, but they can also Take 10, too.

Even if the rest of Bantha has the crappy R-5 series (something Ash would've tried very hard to change, in favor of R-2s, even to the point of a little creative "maintenance" on the R-5s to render them unserviceable for one reason or another), they still have a +7 on Repair, so they can still Take 10 and succeed.

Bantha squadron now has 60 Shield Points, and Ash's laser cannons now do 6d10x2.

I rolled a 16 for initiative. I'll assume for the moment that that's squadron initiative, as well.

Drendar Morevo
29 June 2005, 06:24 AM
[ooc:Fighters You are AT RANGE. Roll Initiative.]

Pride of Corellia won initiative.
Attack Rolled a 16 + 2 attack bonus + 0 Range modifier = 18 attack roll
Dreadnaughts Defense comes to 16. Prides Attack Roll Succedes

"Tempest Squadron, We have target lock with Concussion Missiles. Prepare for a lightshow."

Pride does 295 Damage Roll.
Dreadnaughts DR is 25
Damage to shields is down to 270
Dreadnaughts total shield points 230
Dreadnaughts shields are effectively crushed
DR 25 applies to tardy missiles
15 Damage to Dreadnuaghts Hull

Looking out the Viewport, General Morevo watches as the missiles streak out and strike their target, first as they hit the shields, collapsing them and then a tardy missile strikes the hull, causing damage to superstructure.

"Captain Stennic, your pilots are cleared to fire."

Dreadnaught makes a 8 attack roll + 6 Attack Modifier + 0 range modifier = 14
Prides Defense is 16
Dreadnaughts attack Fails

CC #1 Attack Rolls 4 + 5 attack bonus + 0 range modifier = 9
Prides Defense is 16
CC #1 attack Fails

CC #2 attack rolls 13 + 5 attack bonus + 0 range modifier = 18
Prides Defense is 16
CC #2 attack succedes

"General Morevo one of the enemy corvettes has target lock on us."

CC #2 damage rolls 40
DR of Pride is 25
Damage is reduced to 15
Pride's shields are reduced to 315

General Morevo watched as return fire from the enemy capital ships either missed his vessel or splashed nigh-harmlessly against the shields.

Drendar Morevo
29 June 2005, 08:16 AM
TIE's roll initiative

10 + 8 = 18
12 + 8 = 26
8 + 8 = 16
12 + 8 = 20
16 + 8 = 24
19 + 8 = 17
10 + 8 = 18
3 + 8 = 11
7 + 8 = 15
13 + 8 = 21
19 + 8 = 27
7 + 8 = 15

NPC X-Wing Pilots Roll initiative
[NOTE I forgot to mention this, the x-wings are AC4 X-Wings]
15 + 8 = 23
19 + 8 = 27
12 + 8 = 20
11 + 8 = 19

[Psych has gone on Vacation, so I'll RP his character till he gets Back.]

Korto heard the general's open fire order and relished it.

"You heard the General three flight, Pick your targets and prepare to fire. Let's vape some Eyeballs!"

Korto Krono rolls 18 Initiative
18 + 8 = 26

"J9, give me a target lock on the lead TIE"

[OOC: Pilots will roll attack once all pilots have rolled initiative, minus the Y-Wings of course.]

On the flight deck of the Pride the Air Boss started waving his batons.

"Charging Bantha Squadron, Tempest Squadron is preparing to engage. You are cleared for launch. May the force be with you."

For the second time in less than five standard minutes the deck rumbled with the start-up of fighter Ion engines.

red5_5
29 June 2005, 09:17 AM
"You now have 50 Minutes to get ready pilots. Do your jobs and no-one gets hurt."

"Except the Imps!" was the shout from a pilot.

The General Acknowledged his words with the tiniest crack of a smile.

"Pilots, Dismissed!"

Elara stands up and leaves the meeting room in search of her quarters. Might as well put away my stuff and record a message, just in case the worst happens. She finds her bunk easily and tosses her bag on the bed. Then, she starts to record a message to the Jedi Academy. Here goes nothing. Elara talks to her friends and mentors, telling them not to mourn, but to be happy because this is how she would have wanted to go. She shuts off the recorder and places it with the rest of her posessions. Well, now that I’m done with that, I can concentrate on the mission. She exits the room and makes for the docking bay.

Elara finds her X-wing already warming up when she reaches the bay. Kate knows what she’s doing. Elara jogs over to the fighter and bounds up the ladder.

“How’s it going Kate? Is everything up and running?” Kate beeps an affirmative.

“Good.” Elara jumps into the cockpit and straps in. Here we go.


"Alright," Calo started, switching back to squadron frequency, "call out status."

Elara checks her readouts and comms, “Tempest Seven, standing by. All systems go.” Elara sits patiently in the cockpit, waiting for the ship to drop out of hyperspace. Then, she feels the telltale rumble as the Star Destroyer exits lightspeed.

“Get ready Kate.” Elara checks her instuments one last time before the launch.


Over the Tightband comm the General came thorugh. "Tempest Squadron, you are cleared for lift off."

Ion Engines started roaring to life and the X-Wings rose from the deck on repulsors.

Elara lifts the starfighter, and then eases it out of the docking bay. She forms up on Lt. Birtrok with little difficulty. (Roll for Starfighter Wing: Mod +7 + Roll 14 = 21) Then, she locks the s-foils into position.

“Kate, monitor sensors, please.” (Mod +11 + Roll 10 = 21)

Coming her wingman, Elara says, “Eight, form up on me.” Rule number one, never leave your wingman.

Elara follows the squad and watches the interchange of fire between the cap ships. Wouldn’t want to be caught in that!


"Captain Stennic, your pilots are cleared to fire."

(Initiaive Roll: Mod +3 + Roll 17 = 20)

Flipping a switch, Elara raises the ship’s shields.

“Kate, get me a target,” Elara orders, “and may the Force be with us.”

Rostek
29 June 2005, 10:51 AM
"Captain Stennic, your pilots are cleared to fire."
Finishing raising his shields and removing the safties on his weapons-
"That's a rog, Pride- Tempests, break by pairs and acclerate to attack speed- good luck." Calo said over the comm.
Switching to the flight comm, he adds- "Alright, Two, on me- good luck Three and Four."
Cold had taken the liberty of aquiring the nearest target- "Thanks Cold-"
switching back to the squad channel, he gives the command- "This is lead- open fire!" and pulls the trigger.

[OOC: Speed is Attack-
Attack Action-
Attack 1- (BAB +2) + (DEX +3) + (SIZE +2) + (Fire Control +8) + (Engines +2) + (Wing +1) - (SPEED -2)= 15 + Roll 14= 30
If that hits, damage is 7d10x2
Rolls are

2
7
5
10
3
6
4

37 x 2 = 74 damage (reduces a stock TIE to -4 hp)
Move action to extablish pursuit on nearest next TIE (probably one of those high INIT guys
Pilot check to establish pursuit- 11 mod + 1 intertial comp +2 engine mod +2 size -2 speed + Roll 14= 28)

A.I.E.E.E.
29 June 2005, 11:14 AM
Vekker whoops as he sees the concussion missiles hit the cruiser.


"Captain Stennic, your pilots are cleared to fire."

He grins, "Here we go Six... lets give those Imperials hell! Scan the area, find me a target and activate the shields"

Vekker focuses himself, feeling the Force flowing through him, guiding his hands as they run through last minute checks and procedures.

(OOC: Init: 13 (8 +3 Dex +2 Species Bonus)
Computer Use (sensors): 25(14 +7 ranks, +4 Int))


Elara says, “Eight, form up on me.”

"Achnowledged Seven... forming up".

"Got a target? Good... lets show them why the X-Wing's the best fighter in history. Wish us luck Six."

Norseman
29 June 2005, 11:36 AM
Crix turns up the throttle (to Attack) and clicks the safeties off of his weapons. "Niner, raise shields... and get me a target." the droid squeeled bravely and lit up one of the TIEs.


"Alright, Two, on me- good luck Three and Four."
"Thanks boss-" Crix replied "Alright, Four- let's light these eyeballs up!8



Open Fire!

Crix depresses the trigger-


[OOC: Rolls-

Initiative- +2 Size +3 Dex- +5 mod. Roll 14 = 19 init.
Attack1- +2 SZ +3 Dex +2 BAB +2 Engines +8 Fire Control -2 Speed + Roll 17 = 32 attack

Damage if hits

1
1
3
7
7
8
9

36x2= 72 damage
Move action to establish pursuit against another TIE-
Pilot roll- 12 mod + 1 inertial comp + 2 size +2 engines -2 speed + Roll 12= 27]

Drendar Morevo
29 June 2005, 12:21 PM
A sensor officer reports to General Morevo.

"Sir the fighters are already reporting TIE kills."

"Excellent, keep up the status reports."

NPC X-Wings and Korto making attack rolls

NPC x-wing
10 + 12 + 0 = 22
Attack Fails

NPC x-wing
11 + 12 + 0 = 23
Attack Fails

NPC x-wing
20 + 12 = 32
Attack Succedes *CRITICAL*
75 damage roll total
TIE DR is 15
TIE is Kaputt

NPC X-Wing
12 + 12 = 24
Attack Succedes
100 Damage total
TIE DR is 15
TIE is Kaputt

Korto Krono
18 + 12 = 30
Attack Succedes
82 damage roll total
TIE DR is 15
TIE is Kaputt

[ooc: TIE Damage rolls after I return, must go to work]

red5_5
29 June 2005, 12:49 PM
"Got a target? Good... lets show them why the X-Wing's the best fighter in history. Wish us luck Six."

"I've got a target acquired and in my sites." Elara focuses her attention on the TIE and presses the trigger.

Moving at attack speed (+2 Def, -2 Atk)
Attack: +2 SZ +3 Dex +1 BAB +2 Engines +8 Fire Control -2 Speed + Roll 18 = 34

Damage: 6,5,2,6,2,10,10 = 41x2 = 82

A.I.E.E.E.
29 June 2005, 01:45 PM
"Good shot Seven! Lets not be shown up Six"

Vekker takes a deep breath and uses the Force to guide his attacks, opening fire at the nearest TIE.

(Battlemind: 15 (14 +1 Con) Gives +3 to attack for 10 rounds)

Moving at attack speed (+2 Def, -2 Atk)
Attack: +2 SZ +3 Dex +2 Engines +8 Fire Control +3 Battlemind -2 Speed + Roll 8 = 24

Damage: 8,5,6,1,8,6 = 34 x2 = 68

OOC: Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think I failed to take it out.

"Damn it! You won't get away that easy..."

Vanger Chevane
29 June 2005, 03:47 PM
"Roger Lead, locking foils."

Tempest 10 init: 19 + 8 = 27

Rolling out after a wingpair of TIEs "Stay with me Twelve".

Init 18+8=26

Attack: (must've hit a glitch in Wizard's program)
Roll(1d20)+0: 20,+0 Total:20
Critcal Hit +11 = 31

Roll(1d20)+0: 19,+0 Total:19
Confirmation 19 +11= 30

Damage roll
Roll(7d10)+0: 6,4,9,7,7,1,2,+0 Total:36
x2 = 72

OOC: Bubble Boy go BOOM! :P Figured out on the Work Crapaq Wizard's roller tends to "hover" around a value. After seeing 15 consecutive rolls <8 (excepting one 9) got sick of it & forced a change in the environment. Must've pushed the "hover point" pretty high.

Back to IC:

Cover 12 as they take a shot:
Manuever: 9+16=25.

Tempest 10 NPC Init: 12 + 8 = 20
NPC x-wing
20 + 12 = 32
Attack Succedes *CRITICAL*
75 damage roll total
TIE DR is 15
TIE is Kaputt

Tempest 12 NPC Init: 11 + 8 = 19
NPC X-Wing
12 + 12 = 24
Attack Succedes
100 Damage total
TIE DR is 15
TIE is Kaputt

Noting each of his pilots vaping their target "Hot hands Three Flight." :D

Ash DuQuennes
29 June 2005, 06:54 PM
Ash's comm crackled with the expected launch order, and he sighed with relief as he began taxiing for the launch ramp. He opened the squadron push, and simply said, "Let's go."

The other eleven fighters slipped forward and meshed with one another like the teeth of a zipper closing, and they all launched in good order. Immediately upon exiting the lauch bay, the "zipper" un-meshed as the fighters broke down into wingmen and flights, the flight leaders taking station off of theiir leader's port and starboard engine nacelles.

As one, they oriented on their target and accelerated to Cruise velocity.


OOC:

Round 1 Move Action (Stunt): undock with the Pride, 1 sq. of movement. Move Action: move 1 sq. towards enemy target. Range to target (assuming the Pride is 20 sq. away frrom the enemy capital ships and holding station) is now 18 sq.

Astromechs and Gunners (as Sensor Operators): As a Move Action, per unit SOP begin sensor jamming (increase ship's defense by +2, DC 20 Computer Use skill check). I'm going to assume that the New Republic has retired the R-5 series from Fleet use, and that we all have R-2 units at a minimum. Gunners assist as necessary.

R-2s (+11 Computer Use) need a 9 or better:

B-1: rolls 3, fails, Gunner rolls 15, fails
B-2: rolls 17, Ship's Defense now 24
B-3: rolls 7; Gunner Assists, rolls 10, Ship's Defense now 24
B-4: rolls 7; Gunner Assists, rolls 15, Ship's Defense now 24
B-5: rolls 1, fail, Gunner rolls 1, fails
B-6: rolls 8, Gunner Assists, rolls 14, Ship's Defense now 24
B-7: rolls 13, Ship's Defense now 24
B-8: rolls 15, Ship's Defense now 24
B-9: rolls 10, Ship's Defense now 24
B-10: rolls 14, Ship's Defense now 24
B-11:rolls 19, Ship's Defense now 24
B-12: rolls 15, Ship's Defense now 24


Round 2 Move Action (Stunt) As mentioned previously, the Form Wing maneuver is a DC 15, -5 at Docking speed, so all pilots should be able to form up with a Take 10, no problem; move 1 sq. towards enemy target. Move Action: accelerate to Cruise Velocity, move 4 sq. towards enemy target. RTT is now 13 sq.

Bantha's 1 & 5 reattempt to engage Sensor Jamming:

B-1: roll 13, Ship's Defense now 24
B-5: roll 11, Ship's Defense now 24

Ash adjusted his targeting scope, inputting data and selecting options. Someone on their target Corvette was awake, and her forward guns began to speak, as bolts of angry red energy lanced out towards the attacking squadron.


OOC:

At this range, the Corvette can only hit on a natural 20, and couldn't confirm a critical even on another. It's attack rolls are:

Attk 1: rolls 1, misses
Attk 2: rolls, 15, misses
Attk 3: rolls 16, misses

"Hey, Boss," Boner 5 piped up, sounding somewhat amused, "I think they're on to us."

"Cut the chatter and lock 'em up," Ash replied calmly, almost dreamily.


OOC:

Round Three Attack Action: Acquire Target Lock. At long range (the maximum we can be from the target at this point is 13 sq.), it's a DC 9 Computer Use (Base DC 9, +4 range modifier, sensors in Search Mode, +4 bonus) roll to acquire a Target Lock with missile weapons. Ash has Computer Use +8, and can't fail even on a 1.

B-1: automatic
B-5 (Flight Leader): rolls 10, Target Lock
B-9 (Flight Leader): rolls 8, Computer Use +4, Target Lock
B-2: roll 18, Target Lock
B-3: roll 5, +4 Computer Use, R-2 assist automatic, Target Lock (barely!)
B-4: roll 7, +4 Computer Use, Target Lock
B-6: roll 15, Target Lock
B-7: roll 8, same mod. as B-4, Target Lock
B-8: roll 15, Target Lock
B-9: roll 12, Target Lock
B-10: roll 9, Target Lock
B-11: roll 9, Target Lock
B-12: roll 17, Target Lock

All Bantha ships now have a readied Attack Action, and move 4 sq. towards enemy target. RTT now 9 sq.

Round Three Move Action: Move 4 sq. towards the target; RTT now 5 sq.

The Corvette's fire continued to lance out, questing for a hit, any hit, on it's tiny, elusive attackers, and it began it's own series of evasive maneuvers.

Ash's command channel opened up, and his flight leaders reported in, saying, "Bone Daddy, this is Boner 5; Two Flight has Target Lock." His other flight leader, Bantha 9, came on, saying, "Lead, Three Flight. All ships locked."

Ash replied on the squadron push, "Acknowledged. Fire when I do." Ash gauged the moment, that cold calm settling over him as it did in these moments, earning him his nickname, "Cool Hand Duke."


OOC:

The Corvette fires three more times. The range has closed to 5, and the Corvette now needs a 17 or better to hit; another natural 20 still wouldn't confirm any potential critical (it's just shy by +1 from being able to confirm a critical on a second natural 20).

Its Attack Rolls are:

Attk 1: rolls 12, misses
Attk 2: rolls 18, hits!, rolls 40 pts dmg, resolved below
Attk 3: rolls 11, misses

Roll 1d12 to determine who was hit:

Rolls: 3

Bantha 3 is hit for 30 points of damage (DR 10 Shields), Bantha 3's shields now at 90 points (double fronted at 60 base points)

Bantha 3 exclaimed, "I'm hit! Taking fire, Boss!"

Ash replied calmly, "Stay on target." He sounded bored, even slightly distracted. Ash rode the moment, waiting for it, that perfect moment when something "clicked" somewhere behind his eyes, telling him "now!"

That moment arrived.

Eleven other fighters were half a heartbeat behind Ash in loosing their torpedoes.


OOC:

Round Four Attack Action: Ash fires two torpedoes on initiative count 16, the rest of the squadron fire two torpedoes each on initiative count 15. Entire squadron moves forward 4 sq. towards target. Range is now 1 sq.

Torpedoes have a Space of 9, and strike on those Attack Actions, init. counts 16 & 15.

A Corellian Corvette has a Defense of 19, +2 for Flying Defensively, for a modified 21. Missile quality +10, need an 11 or better to hit, rolls follow:

Ash: rolls 14, torps hit, rolls 110 dmg, -40 DR = 70 points
B2: rolls 18, torps hit, rolls 106 dmg, -40 DR = 66 points
B3: rolls 13, torps hit, rolls 128 dmg, -40 DR = 88 points, Corvette shields down, no dmg to Hull
B4: rolls 9, torps miss
B5: rolls 17, torps hit, rolls 96 dmg, -40 DR = 56 points, Corvette Hull at 244
B6: rolls 1, torps miss
B7: rolls 8, torps miss
B8: rolls 1, torps miss
B9: rolls 14, torps miss
B10: rolls 4, torps miss
B11: rolls 15, torps hit, rolls 132 dmg, -40 DR = 92 points, Corvette Hull at 152 pts, roll Damage Table, GM
B12: rolls 11, torps hit, rolls 126 dmg, -40 DR = 86 points, Corvette Hull at 66 points, roll Damage Table, GM.

Space exploded in front of Bantha Squadron as a dozen torpedoes struck home, flashing like miniature suns against first the Corvette's shields, and then, as they flared and collapsed under the intense hammerblow, the Corvette's hull.


OOC:

Ash's Move Action on 16 is to Side Slip forward right (3 pts. of movement), and move forward one sq. to the Corvette's "8:00 o'clock." The rest of his flight does same on init. count 15. Two and Three flight does the following:

Two Flight (on Ash's portside) moves forward two sq. to the Corvette's "4:00 o'clock," and Three Flight ( on Ash's starboard), moves forward 1 sq, turns 45* left, moves forward 1 sq., and turns 45* right. Three Flight is dead astern the Corvette, facing directly away from it.

As Bantha cruised by the damaged ship, One and Three Flight criss-crossed, weaving around each other, and the squadron's gunners began their work, playing their ion cannons over length of the Corvette's hull.


I'll assume 8 BTL-S3 two seaters for now, and roll accordingly.

Round Four, init. count 16, R-2s Move Actions: attempt Fire Control Assist to Ion Cannons (DC 20, +2 on one gunner's attack). R-2s at +11 Computer Use:

B-1: rolls 9, success
B-2: rolls 1, roll 9, success
B-3: rolls 9, success
B-4: rolls 12, success
B-5: rolls 7, roll 1, success
B-6: rolls 3, rolls 7, fails
B-7: rolls 8, rolls 15, success
B-8: rolls 12, success

Banthas 1-8 (minus 6, and 9 thru 12, who can't fire) have a +2 bonus to their ion cannon attack rolls.

Gunner's Move Actions, init. count 14: shift deflectors even all-around.
Squadron has 60 pts, except for Ash and Bantha-3, who have 50 and 45, respectively.

Gunner's Attack Actions, initiative count 14: I'm considering the Gunners "Skilled" (+4/+2). Total Attack Bonus is +10 (+2 size, +2 Crew, +6 fire control) for B-6, and Bs-9 thru 12, and +12 for everyone else.

The Corvette still has a Defense of 21, so we need a 9 or better (B-6 needs an 11 or better) to hit:

B-1: rolls 11, hit, rolls 64 dmg
B-2: rolls 1, miss
B-3: rolls 11, hit, rolls 56 dmg
B-4: rolls 1, miss
B-5: rolls 20, hit, rolls 46 dmg
B-6: rolls 7, miss
B-7: rolls 19, hit, rolls 46 dmg
B-8: rolls 1, miss

IAW pg. 79 of the FAQ, Ion damage ignores Hull DR, and also stacks with newer, subsequent damage.

The Corvette has 212 pts. of Ion Damage, for a DC 30 Repair Check. An Ace Crew can get that on an 18 or better on a d20.

As Bantha cruised by the Corvette, Ash watched blue electricity play all over the surface of the bigger ship, as power conduits and control modules exploded from the intense overload. With a sputter, the Corvette's engines died, and it drifted forward along it's last vector, a dead hulk, unless they had one wizard of an engineer.

Bantha Squadron sailed on into space, leaving their disabled victim behind them, as the torpedoes that missed circled back around again, their single-minded targeting packages seeking mutual oblivion with their designated prey.


OOC:

Six pairs of torpedoes missed on the initial volley. The Corvette's Defense is back down to 19, being disable (Ionized) and all. Missile quality +10, need a 9 or better to hit, rolls follow:

Attk 1: rolls 12, hits, rolls 96 dmg, -40 DR = 56 pts, roll Damage Table, GM, Corvette Hull at 10 pts.
Attk 2: rolls 10, hits, rolls 92 dmg, -40 DR = 52 pts, roll Damage Table, GM, Corvette Hull at -42 pts.
Attk 3: rolls 3, misses
Attk 4: rolls 14, hits, rolls 110 dmg, -40 DR = 70 pts, Corvette Destroyed.

Ash opened a channel to the Pride, saying, "This is Bone Leader; scratch one Corvette. Do you want us to try and disable the Dreadnaught?


OOC:

Round 5 Move Actions: Squadron accelerates to Attack velocity, moving out of gun range of the Dreadnaught.

Bantha 3's astromech begins making Computer Use Checks as Move Actions to restore lost shield power. Checks are as follows:

Check 1: rolls 15, +11 skill bonus = 26 for 2d4 shield points restored
Check 2: rolls 7, +11 skill bonus = 18 for 1d4 shield points restored

Results (3d4) = 6 shield points; Bantha-3 is now at 51 shield points


OOC:

Edit: included round 5 actions

Rostek
29 June 2005, 07:16 PM
Calo smiles as he hears DuQuennes' report-
"Good shooting Bones- Tempest Leader reports six, no seven splashed TIEs with one more damaged.
Checking his sensor board, Stennic adds his orders:
"Three Flight- disengage and move to cover the bones as they make their next run. One Flight and Two Flight, let's finish off these eyeballs!"

Ash DuQuennes
29 June 2005, 07:20 PM
"Thanks, Tempest Lead. Just keep those remaining Eyeballs off our backs, and I'll be serve us up some Dreadnaught cutlets, lightly roasted, as soon as the Air Boss gives the go-ahead."

Drendar Morevo
29 June 2005, 08:03 PM
[OOC: Vanger... you didn't kill your target. it still has 3 HP (yeah I know.. BIG WHOOP.)]

GM Rules that 6 escape pods manage to escape the destruction of the Corvette the 'Bones hit.

TIE's lance out at the X-Wings
TIE's roll (PS: I AM NOT MAKING THESE UP! I LITERALLY ROLLED THESE!)
1 + 10 MISS
2 + 10 MISS
7 + 10 MISS
4 + 10 MISS

The Last two TIE's are going to be Vindictive (go after the same target)

13 + 10 HIT
X-Wing Numero 12 defense is 22
TIE Rolls 86 damage
X-Wing DR is 10
TIE does 76 damage to x-wing 12
50 to shields
14 to hull

12 + 10 HIT
X-Wing Numero 12 defense is 22
TIE Rolls 74 damage
X-Wing DR is 10
TIE does 64 damage to hull

X-wing 12 is at 72 Hull Points

Tempest Twelve reports in Panicky. "Twelve to lead, I am under heavy fire, need assistance. My hull has been compromised. Repeat NEED HELP!"

-----=========-------

"Tell the deck officer to launch a Rescue Shuttle to pick up those escape pods. Theyre prisoners of the New Republic now."

He diverted his attention back to the Dreadnaught.

"Negative Bantha Lead, we've got it under control."

"Guns, fire the missile tubes"

Pride attack rolls a 17+2=19.
Dreadnaughts reduced defense is 19.
Attack succedes.
Pride does 405 damage
-25 DR
380 damage to Dreadnaught hull
165 hull points left on dreadnaught

General Morevo watched as the hull of the dreadnaught imploded under the explosive power of the concussion missiles against its hull.

"Comms, transmit to Dreadnaught. We accept your surrender at any time."

"Sir the dreadmaught is powering down her engines and weapons, it appears she is surrendering."

"Comms, transmit to fighters. Dreadnaught is Neutralized."

"Sir the remaining corvette is trying to run, the only way she can run is to go straight past us."

"Tempest squadron, make your run on the remaining Corvette now, we need her limping so we can finish her off as she runs. I need ALL of you to fire your torps and run."

[ooc: PCs close to attack range and open fire with the protons. One 'scripted' event will be the death of Tempest 12. I have my reasons.]

"Tempest Squadron, make your run on the corvette now."

Ash DuQuennes
29 June 2005, 08:39 PM
Ash heard the General's orders, and replied, "Acknowledged. We'll hang around out here until you sound the recall, just in case."

Not waiting for an acknowledgement, Ash switched to the squadron push, and said, "Alright, Boneheads. Good job, and all that. Air Boss says we're pretty much out of the fight from here on out, but let's not get sloppy. Keep your shields angled at the threats, and keep an eye out for any remaining Eyeballs, in case they're holding a grudge."

A chorus of "Rogers" came back, and Ash went on, "Boner Three, what's your status? You said you were hit."

Bantha Three immediately came back, saying, "Nothin' but a scratch on the shields, Boss. We're shiny."

Bantha Five, always the wiseacre, chimed in, "It sure didn't sound that way when you called out. What, was your voice about three octaves higher than normal?"

Bantha Seven, emulating his Flight Leader, also piped up, "Yeah, Three, do you need to pull over and change your underwear?"

Bantha Three's undoubtedly ascerbic rejoinder was cut off before it began by the fiery blossoms of the Pride's concussion missiles hammering on the Dreadnaught, and the squadron push was full of admiring "Oohs," "Aahs," and "Pretty," as if they were watching some celebratory fireworks display, callous to the fact that perhaps hundreds of people on the Dreadnaught were dying under the lash of Hellfire being unleashed from the old battlewagon.

As Bantha Squadron lazily circled the battlefield, Ash thought about canning the chatter, but he knew his people were on the ball, and Bantha Three had sounded awfully excited when he called out his hit.

A Corvette's gun's power throughput wasn't any more than that of a typical starfighter; in fact, it was pretty much equal to the Y-Wing's. But the longer cannon barrels of the Corvette's armament gave it a tighter focus, and thus a greater range.

So if Bantha Three's only "punishment" was to be razzed a little by his squadron mates, he was all-in-all lucky. If that'd been an ImpStar out there, everyone would be singing a different tune.


OOC:

Bantha Three's astromech continues recharging shields. Same as before:

Check 1: rolls 17, +11skill bonus = 28 for 2d4 shield points restored
Check 2: rolls 1, +11 skill bonus = 12 for 1d4 shield points restored

Results (3d4) = 7 shield points; Bantha-3 is now at 58 shield points

Check 3: rolls 15, +11 skill bonus = 26, for 2d4 shield points restored

Result: (2d4) = 2 shield points restored, for his "augumented" 60 shield points.

Rostek
29 June 2005, 08:39 PM
"Twelve to lead, I am under heavy fire, need assistance. My hull has been compromised. Repeat NEED HELP!"
"I copy- Eleven, can you get to Twelve?"
"Two Flight, Three Flight- you guys are on my far side- fire after One Flight. Go ahead, Three." he added.
After Three and Four fire, Two (NPC) and Calo fires a pair of missles at the other Corvette.
[OOC: Calo is the farthest of all of One flight- so he'll delay his action until after the rest of One Flight to represent that.

The roll of the firelinked pair of missles- a natural 20! (I'm not even kidding! :))

Damage-

(11d10x2)

2
2
2
3
4
5
5
6
6
8
9
=
52x2
104 damage to the Corvette]

Norseman
29 June 2005, 09:03 PM
Go ahead, Three." he added.
"Copy, Lead- alright Four, lets get the 'vette something to choke on!" Crix said, squeezing off a linked pair of torps.

[OOC: Torp's roll is a 15-

Damage Rolls:

2
3
3
3
3
5
6
6
7
7
10
=
55x2= 110 Damage

A.I.E.E.E.
30 June 2005, 03:19 AM
"Tempest squadron, make your run on the remaining Corvette now, we need her limping so we can finish her off as she runs. I need ALL of you to fire your torps and run."

Vekker glares at the damaged TIE he is pursuing when he hears the order and sighs.

"Its your lucky day friend, next time orders won't be so fortunate."

He pulls off from pursuit and accelerates towards the Corvette, preparing for an attack run As he speeds towards the Corvette, he pulls up his targeting computer and fires.

(OOC: Attack: 9 +3 Battlemind +10 Quality +2 Attack Run=24 = HIT.

Damage: 3,7,4,9,4,6,6,2,10 = 51 (x2) = 102).

Mack Jace
30 June 2005, 04:07 AM
"Copy that Lead, locking S-foils." Flipping a switch in his cockpit, the fighter took on the shape that gave it it's name.

Six, on me. Keep it tight.

Okay Spanner, raise the shields and find me a target. Let's light 'em up! Adjusting his throttle, he streaked toward his target and pressed the trigger.

OOC:Pilot check DC 10= Mod +11 + Roll 4= 15
Attack BAB +3 + Dex +3 + Size +2 + Fire Control +8 + Speed -2 +Wing +1= 15 + Roll 20!= HIT Confirm Roll 17+ 15= HIT Damage= 8,8,3,10,9,5,4= 47x2= 94

IC: Morec yelled Ha! Spacedust! Hearing the order to commence their runs, Morec pulls up his targeting computer and launches his torp.

OOC: Attack Roll 5 + 10 quality + 2 run= 15 MISS

Drendar Morevo
30 June 2005, 05:30 AM
TIE's make attack runs

TIE 1
15 + 10 = 25
X-Wing defense is 22
HIT
TIE attacks Tempest Six
Damage roll 30*2=60
DR is 10
50 damage to Tempest Six's shields.

TIE 2
18 + 10 = 28
X-Wing defense is 22
HIT
TIE attacks Tempest 1
Damage roll 35*2=70
DR is 10
50 Damage to Tempest Leader's shields.
DR 10 to hull, no hull damage taken.

TIE 3
1 + 10 = 11
MISS

TIE 4
20 + 10 = 30
X-Wing defense is 22
HIT
TIE Attacks Tempest 12
Damage roll 42*2=84
DR is 10
74 Damage to Tempest Twelves Hull.
Tempest Twelve is at -2 HP.

Tempest Twelve had one last communication before he erupted in a ball of flame.
"SITHSPAWN, HELP ME! I AM GOING DOWN! *Static*"

TIE 5
6 + 10 = 16
X-Wing defense is 22
MISS

On the Bridge.
"Sir, Tempest Twelve is gone."

General Morevo slammed his fist down on his command chair. "Shutta... Guns are we at range with the Corvette?"

"Aye sir."

"Lock Fire on the Corvette. Once the X-Wings are finished with their run, Open fire with the missile tubes, after that aqquire targets with the Quadlasers. Though I don't think we'll be needing them, they'll probably surrender almost immediately after the corvette goes up."

Drendar Morevo
30 June 2005, 06:01 AM
[ooc: I have applied DR to each torp hit so far. Corvette is now at 4 shield points.]

As Korto heard Tempest Twelves dying words he had only vengeance on his mind.

Attack Roll 19 + 10 = 29
Corvette Defense is 19
HIT

"Nine has lock. Firing."

Damage roll
55*2=110
DR of corvette is 40
70 damage to corvette
4 to shields

"Corvettes shields are down, I am reading slight damage to hull."

Re-Apply DR
26 damage to corvette hull

Corvette Hull at 274

[ooc: averages would suggest after five more launches the hull will be gone.]

(three NPC x-wings remain. 2(gyp after this mission),4,10.)

Tempest Two
20+10=30
Corvette defense is 19
CRITICAL THREAT
20+10=30
Corvette defense is 19
CRITICAL HIT
Damage Roll 68*2=136
DR is BYPASSED
136 damage to hull

Corvette hull at 138

Tempest 4
4+10=14
Corvette defense is 19
MISS

Tempest 10
10+10=20
Corvette defense is 19
HIT
Damage Roll 58*2=116
DR is 40
76 Damage to hull

Corvette Hull at 62

"Sir, the corvette is taking heavy fire from the X-Wings. Her Hull is collapsing."

Corvette Numero 2
12+5=17
MISS

"It looks like she's trying to spit out her last shots at us sir."

red5_5
30 June 2005, 08:04 AM
Elara breaks off pursuit of the TIEs and makes a run at the corvette. That things limping. A couple more shots ought to do it in. Fire-linking her torps, Elara squeezes the trigger and unleashes two missiles.

Attack: Attack: +2 SZ +3 Dex +1 BAB +2 Engines +6 Fire Control -2 Speed + Roll 16 = 28

Damage: 6,6,5,2,2,4,5,10,2,4,10 = 56x2 = 112

Drendar Morevo
30 June 2005, 08:47 AM
"Sir, those last two torps did it. The corvette's going up!"

*BOOM*
No escape pods launch from the 'vette.

"Enemy TIE fighters, your base ship is destroyed and you have no way of getting home. I suggest you surrender now or I will order my gunners to burn you from space."

A response came extremly quickly.

"This is 265th TIE Squadron or whats left of it... we surrender."

"We accept your surrender, power down your weapons and engines and prepare to be brought aboard."

"Comms, signal Tempest and Bantha, tell them they are cleared for landing."



Targets Killed
2 Corvettes
7 TIE fighters

Targets Crippled
2 TIE fighters
1 Dreadnaught

Objectives Achieved
Tempest Squadron
-Engage TIEs and hold them away from Y-Wings COMPLETE
-Assault Corvette COMPLETE

Charging Bantha
-Take Down Corvette 1 COMPLETE
-Make sure you avoid the TIEs COMPLETE

Rostek
30 June 2005, 10:00 AM
Stang! thinks Stennic as his shields are rocked by one of the retreating TIEs.


"SITHSPAWN, HELP ME! I AM GOING DOWN! *Static*"
Calo winces as he goes into a corkscrew spin to avoid the TIEs (flying defensively at Ramming speed). This was certainly not the first collegue to get vaped... but this was the first one under his command.
I guess it was best I didn't get to know them. That will have to change, of course, but for this first mission- it was probably for the best.
Then the Corvette goes up- "Nice shooting, squad- it looks like this mission is over unless these TIEs are stupid..." he says, drawing a bead on one of the TIEs.
Thankfully, the General "convinced" the enemy pilots to end hostilities.
"Alright, you heard the general- back to base." switching to the group frequency he adds- "Pleasure working with you Banthas- looks like we'll have the opportunity to continue doing so."

Ash DuQuennes
30 June 2005, 12:06 PM
SITHSPAWN, HELP ME! I AM GOING DOWN! *Static*

Ash heard the plaintive cry over the general push, and swore softly.

Over the squadron push, Bantha Five said, "Stang. Better you than me, pal."

"Belay that, Five!" Ash snapped back, real anger rising in him for the first time since this engagement began. Bantha Five had the good sense to keep quiet, as anything he said now, even an apology, would only get him in deeper with his squadron CO.

His anger stemmed from more than just Bantha Five's intemperate, disrespectful remark (even if it was a time-honored military aphorism, and something every warrior secretly thinks to his or herself when a comrade goes down). It was the general situation. Bantha could've moved in and provided support to Tempest in the final stages of the engagement. Bantha could've taken the second Corvette, leaving Tempest to fully devote themselves to swatting the remaining Eyeballs.

That's their damned job, for Og's Sake! X-Wings were Space Superiority fighters, made to turn-and-burn in the middle of a furball. It wasn't the newest, nor the fastest, nor even the most maneuverable. But it was practically the benchmark for the much sought after (but more often than not elusive) design that combined the best aspects of a warcraft, and minimized the worst, for an all-around good fighter. The General should've left them to their assigned task of suppressing the TIE fighters, and left Bantha to their strength of swatting capital ships.

It wouldn't have guaranteed that Tempest Twelve would've survived; if there were any guarantees in this business, it was that it was a lethally dangerous, and usually terminally brief, profession. But still...

Ash heard the Air Boss sound the general recall after the remaining TIEs surrendered, and Tempest Leader offering professional courtesy, but he acknowledged automatically, comming Bantha Nine to lead the squadron in.

Ash was too preoccupied thinking of the choice words he was going to have with General Morevo, along the lines of "properly assessing his asset's unique strengths and weaknesses," and "allocating those assets in a militarily efficient manner so as to minimize casualties while inflicting maximum damage upon the enemy."

He wouldn't bring it up in the After Action Review, where every step of every unit would be replayed and critiqued; that would be calling the General out in front of his subordinates, and guaranteed to bring a swift closure to any future discussions on the matter. As well as getting the General's dander up and publicly generating hostility between them. No, it would be best to talk to the Genneral privately.

The words would come easy enough. The real trick would be getting those words out of his mouth in a manner that would keep him out of the brig.

Norseman
30 June 2005, 12:17 PM
"Twelve is gone, I repeat, Twelve is gone!" Crix said, surveying the remains of the X-Wing through Niner's photoreceptors, which he had brought up on one of his Multi-function displays. "I've got no power signiture from a magcon field- and no ejection. Please confirm Eleven." the Flight Officer added sadly as he and Four swooped his X-Wing around to cover the now wingmanless Eleven.
The corvette's destruction had somewhat alleviated the sadness at losing one of his classmates... but Crix still felt a deep pain in his chest.
Twelve was the first person he knew who had died (other than his grandparents and a cadet at the academy who crashed in a training flight). He was from upper-middle class Coruscant society- he had never experianced the Empire's wrath when he was a child, and by the time he reached adolesence, the Republic had taken the planet. Crix remebered being in awe of the X-Wings that flew in parade formation over Imperial City when the Republic leaders took up resident.
No time for reminicing now... he thought as he turned his fighter towards the Pride.

Mack Jace
30 June 2005, 01:44 PM
SITHSPAWN, HELP ME! I AM GOING DOWN! *Static*

Morec could hear the pain in those words, and if he could, would've done anything to alleviate that pain. In reality however, he knew that nothing could be done. As Twelve went down, he whispered, Good luck buddy. Godspeed Twelve. When the corvette went down and he was on the way back to the ship, Morec thought about the death of one of their fellow pilots. Coming into this, he knew that some people wouldn't make it, but he always hoped that it would be quick, not the agony that Twelve experienced when he knew that noone could help him. Morec knew that he might never see the end of the war, but inside, part of him felt that might be a good thing because with the end of war came retirement, and thare was nothing Morec hated more than doing nothing. I know that nobody ever really wants to die, but if I die before the war's over, I would rather that I died in battle, taking enemies out with me. That's when I would be at peace. I would hate dying on some secluded world, where there was nothing to do but watch nature. Sitting there in his X-Wing, Morec flew toward the looming Pride.

Drendar Morevo
30 June 2005, 04:58 PM
RPing as Korto

"Sithspawn. Leader, Nine acknowledges moving in for landing."

It tore him up inside to essentially just let those imperial murderers go through a surrender. He wanted with all the fiber of his being to lock his lasers and blast them straight into the Void.

He muttered under his breath. "××××, now I have to do paperwork. New pilot, new fighter, the works."

"Tempest Nine to Pride, repquesting permission to land."

"Permission ganted nine, you are cleared for landing."


"Tempest Squadron, you are cleared for Landing. Charging Bantha Squadron, come in behind them."

Ash DuQuennes
30 June 2005, 07:01 PM
Bantha Squadron landed a few moments after Tempest did, waiting long enough for the ground controllers to taxi the X-Wings into their designated parking spots.

Ash applied reverse thrust to slow to normal docking speed, and followed the ground controller, popping the canopy as he lowered his landing gear, and taxied to his designated parking spot. He went through power-down with his gunner, keeping an eye on the rest of Bantha to make sure nobody short-cut the shutdown process. Not that he thought anyone would, really, but you stay alive in this business by checking, and checking again, then checking one more time.

His shutdown checklist complete, Ash pulled off his brain bucket, gathered up his emotions, and blew most of them out with a long exhaled breath. He started a breathing exercise to get rid of his remaining anger and stress, but was interrupted by his gunner.

"Hey Boss. You wanna move it so I can get outta here?"

Ash replied, "I dunno, I kind of like it here. Minimalist decor, subdued lighting, easy housekeeping, and lots of ordnance to play with. I'm thinking 'wallpaper,' something with stripes, to offset my burgeoning agoraphobia."

His gunner sighed, and began the difficult process of climbing over his front seater before Ash said, "Alright, Alright, I'm moving."

When he was down on the deck, he traded tech notes with the ground crew for a few moments, noting that his squadron was doing the same. When he was done, he put his fingers in his mouth and issued a piercing whistle to cut through the flight deck noise and get his squadron's attention.

"Alright Boneheads. Debrief in 30. See ya there. Dismissed."

Ash tucked his brain bucket under his arm and walked over to Tempest Leader. I gotta learn this guy's name, Ash thought on the way over, "Tempest Leader" sounds nice, but it's kinda cumbersome in ordinary conversation. Whatever his name was, he was just leaving the flight deck when Ash caught up with him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Sorry you lost one out there. It's never easy. We weren't really introduced before the mission; I'm Captain DuQuennes, Bantha Leader. Call me Duke, everyone does."

Rostek
30 June 2005, 08:22 PM
"Tempest Squadron, you are cleared for Landing. Charging Bantha Squadron, come in behind them."

"Copy- you heard the man, squad. Follow me in." Calo said over the comm.
As the group landed, Calo ran through the shutdown sequence with little enthusiasm.
It could have been worse- much worse... I could have been Donos. he thought to himself. After the X-Wing showed itself to be properly shut down, Calo exited the vehicle, nodding to the crew chief as the tech started his lookover of the craft.
Turning to the 10 remaining pilots of his squadron, the Captain spoke-
"Alright- debrief is in 30... Normally it's the flight leader's task to go through the personal effects of a casualty-" he paused, "-But since none of you guys knew eachother very well, I'll do it. Mr. Zeelas- take Twelve's bag and leave it on the ready room table... I'll pick it up after the debriefing meeting. As for the rest of your time- I recommend getting to know each other a bit. That's all, your dismissed." he finished and turned toward the turbolift.
The Corellian pilot removed his helmet and wiped his soaked brow- and wiped away the hair that was plastered to his face. Calo then noticed the leader of the Y-Wing squadron approaching, and the Bone pilot tapped him on the shoulder-


"Sorry you lost one out there. It's never easy. We weren't really introduced before the mission; I'm Captain DuQuennes, Bantha Leader. Call me Duke, everyone does."

"Very well, Duke- I'm Captain Stennic." he says, extending his hand.
"Calo Stennic. Thanks for your concern... first command, first mission- boom. I guess it could be worse- I was a staffer for Janson and Hobbie when they trained Talon Squadron. I knew all those poor souls- I'll survive, though.
Still, hopefully the next mission will be better implemented... you boys should be taking the capships- the X can do it, it's just better we do so when we're clear of competition... I suppose that could be said for any attack mission, though. To give the bigwigs the benefit of the doubt... this mission was obviously thrown together quickly-- quickly and sloppily. But enough lamentation- see you at the debrief, Duke." Calo finished, adding a sad smile.

Drendar Morevo
1 July 2005, 05:55 AM
A boom came over the intercom. It was the general and he sounded PISSED.

"Flight officers k'ress and sora. Report to MY office. On the double."

For some reason almost immediately two MPs came through one of the doors connecting the flight deck to the rest of the ship.

K'ress and Sora almost immediately tried bolting for the other door.

"Stop those men!"

One of the other Pilots, another tempest pilot, obliged jutting out their foot and tripping the would be fugitives.

As they lay sprawled out on the floor the two MPs hauled them to their feet and hauled them off to a 'Private' meeting with General Morevo... in the brig.

*Minutes Later in the Brig*
General Morevo was furious. If stares had been lasers the two flight officers would have been burned down to ashes by now.

"YOU ENDANGERED MY SHIP, MY CREW, THE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE SQUADRON! AND WHY??? because YOU," he stared at K'Ress " wanted to impress some girl. and because YOU" his eyes aimed at sora "wanted the credits. Oh yeah, starfighter command told me just while you were landing that you two 'modified' your test scores to put you in the perfect proficiency level."

He waited a moment before continuing.

"Frankly I have nothing more to say to you two. Sergeant, take these men out of here on the transport they came in on. Luckily we'll be getting three NEW pilots soon after you leave."

*Back on the flight deck 5 minutes later*

Shoving them along, now Four MPs held the two almost at blaster point, marched them aboard the transport. Were quickly given lift off clearance and left the ship.

Not ten minutes afterword A lamdba shuttle and another modified A-Wing starting making their approach. Got landing clearance and set down on the deck.

As General Morevo came out to greet the new pilots he noticed something... familiar about the pilot of the A-Wing. He knew once he saw a face he never forgot it but this one was familiar yet he could not peg it.

One of the pilots, a species he didn't immediately recognize had an R2 unit with him. One with a Text Screen on its front panel... Why he wondered.

The last looked somewhat unremarkable, human yes but unremarkable. Almost as if he could get lost in any crowd. He made a mental note not to let that happen.

"Well pilots welcome to the Pride, its good that we got replacement pilots so quickly. If you would prefer you can stow your gear and wait in the cafeteria, you must be starving. Otherwise you can attend the squadron debriefing and meet your fellow pilots there."

[ooc: Gyp... I'm gonna reccomend next time you level up you use some skill to learn 'read/write' and 'speak basic (understand only)'. I don't want to haul around a dang protocol droid at ever mission brief]

Gyp Ryol
1 July 2005, 09:45 AM
K'zk looked out of the shuttle as it landed, amazed first by the concept of a ship this huge, and then being in a room as large as this inside it. He walked slowly down the ramp, rubbernecking around the huge hangar bay. The alien was short, under 1.3 meters tall, but looked like a miniturized professional shockball player. His well defined upper body gleamed a deep green in the lighting of the hangar, completely exposed to the open air.

He wore a skirt that seemed to be made out of a brown, grass-like material which went down to his knees. He wore no shoes or sandals, but an anklet of shells and braided rope encircled his right ankle. He had no nose or hair to speak of, though the silver stuff on the top of his head seemed to be raised scales.

A simple duffel bag was slung over his shoulder, carrying what few posessions K'zk owned. A brand-spanking new R2 unit followed him down the ramp, decorated in purple trim. The only oddity with the droid was a simple screen mounted on a front panel of the astromech droid.

K'zk started going off to explore the hangar, but a claw from his R2 unit grabbing the back of his grass skirt seemed to communicate that he needed to stay put. An important looking Human stood infront of K'zk and two other beings, and began to speak the language of the Stardancers and Landclompers, which, try as he might, K'zk couldn't understand.

The screen on the R2 unit hummed to life, and strange alien text began scrolling across. K'zk studied the screen intently, apparently reading his native language. He turned to the General after reading the whole of his speech, and began to make strange signs with his hands. The alien was signing something, but it was a form of sign language foreign to everyone but K'zk and the R2 droid. K'zk finished, looking expectantly at the General. As he waited, the R2 droid rolled up to General Morevo, thrusting the screen on its chassis forward and up towards the Human, so he might better read it. The following text scrolled across the screen:

Stardancer K'zk reporting for duty, sir. Please can I know where briefing room is?

OOC: Hey, K'zk can learn how to speak Basic. It's not that he's incapable, he just never learned. I suppose I can spend 2 skill points to get Speak Basic next level (since Speak Language is cross-class for Fringers), though I cannot guarantee the quality of grammar or sentence structure. :D

Drendar Morevo
1 July 2005, 02:22 PM
[OOC:Fine by me as long as his squadmates can actually understand him. How is he supposed to communicate with his squadmates, his R2 cant read his hands if he's in the cockpit afterall.]

The droid looked at the screen oh that's what thats for!. "Briefing Room is down first 'cavern' to the right, then take the main lift tube. Look for the man in uniform guarding the door. other 'stardancers' will be there."

The intercom sounded again.
"All Pilots Report to briefing room for after action debriefing."

Mack Jace
2 July 2005, 04:59 AM
After Morec's X-Wing settled to the floor, Morec began his shutdown sequence, all the while thinking about the loss of Twelve. As the sound of the ion engines faded away, Morec climbed out of his cockpit and said to Spanner, Keep an eye on the ship, I'm goin' to debriefing. I'll come get you when I'm done. He headed toward the lift tube to take him to debriefing, thinking about the battle, and getting some more sim time in.

Ris
2 July 2005, 08:41 PM
On the transport
Zarya sat at an unoccupied bridge station on the transport Riverine. The redheaded racer-turned-snubjockey wasn't precisely in uniform, but no matter--she wouldn't be on duty until her arrival on Pride of Correlia. So her forest-green flightsuit was unzipped most of the way down, the sleeves tied around her waist, to expose the highnecked sleeveless leotard she habitually wore under flying gear. It was suitable attire for someone who would be flying her A-wing to another vessel in a few hours. At any rate Zarya wasn't concerned about her clothing right now; there were other things to occupy her thoughts.

Mainly, she didn't care for the turn of events lately. Her previous unit,Rancor Squadron, had been rocked by a scandal, the sale of replacement parts on the black market. Both pilots and support personnel had been involved, and the CO, while not implicated, had been forced to resign. She hadn't been assigned there long enough to be really fond of anyone, but it had been a trying time. It was a wonder, Zarya thought, fingering her teardrop aquamarine pendant, that none of the thieves had targeted the components of her A-wing. Guess it was too stupid an idea even for that lot, since I control who works on Heartbreaker and everything would be easy to trace. Or maybe their luck ran out before they had a chance to try. Arresting the wrongdoers and bringing in a new CO and XO may have improved things for squadron and wing, but not for one flight officer.

First, in the aftermath, rumors had flourished. Zarya suspected that some of her squadmates believed she was Intel, sent in undercover. On top of that, the new CO was an ex-Imperial, not comfortable with leading female fighter pilots. After the arrests, she was the only female pilot on the roster. So both Zarya and her CO were relieved when she received transfer orders to a new squadron, which hadn't been named yet. Riverine's captain had told her he thought the squadrons already had a full roster. I hope I'm not being relegated to back-up status. After all this, I'm about ready to resign and return home. I'd be a back-up pilot still, but wouldn't feel lonely and useless. Tancredi Racing would be glad to have me back. I'd still miss my brother, though. We haven't seen each other since we went into different training squadrons. I know we were apart longer those years he went with the team while Lady Zeria kept me by her on Druckenwell--but it just seems longer. Well, why act lonely here?

Zarya resumed making small talk with the pilot and navigator, who'd invited the pretty flight officer to join them on the watch, until the transport left hyperspace, when she said good-bye and headed to the bay. After suiting up, pre-flighting Heartbreaker, and settling into the cockpit, she commed for clearance.

Five minutes later she launched, just ahead of the lambda shuttle. Zarya had fun on the hop over, just flying and showing off a bit, until the Pride's Control commed her with landing instructions. Just before she slipped through the magcon field, Zarya cut out out the thrusters.

Pride of Corellia hangar bay
On the other side, activated the repulsers and hovered just above the deck, until the deck officer directed her to her landing spot.
The young pilot popped her canopy and climbed out. She started to slide down the A, but took the normal route when she noted a high-ranking officer on the deck. Once on the ground she spoke briefly with the crew chief who greeted her, then walked over to the General, pulling her brightly-painted helmet off, revealing a coppery coronet above delicate features.


As General Morevo came out to greet the new pilots he noticed something... familiar about the pilot of the A-Wing. He knew once he saw a face he never forgot it but this one was familiar yet he could not peg it.
Cradling the helment in one arm, the pilot came to attention, saluted and held the salute. "Flight Officer Zarya Zeelas reporting for duty, sir," Zarya told him in a firm but musical voice.


"Well pilots welcome to the Pride, its good that we got replacement pilots so quickly. If you would prefer you can stow your gear and wait in the cafeteria, you must be starving. Otherwise you can attend the squadron debriefing and meet your fellow pilots there."
Zarya didn't relish sitting in on this briefing, she decided. There was something in the general's manner that suggested it might not be pleasant. Did someone die on a mission? "I think it might be best if I wait and take advantage of your kind offer, General. I would not wish your pilots distracted by newcomers when they should be concentrating on your words." Zarya had been too keyed up or worried to eat much breakfast and realized she was hungry now, but did not want to say so. In the cafeteria, she'd be able to not only settle down over a meal, but find out a few things about the squadron and what was going on before meeting everyone. She waited for Morevo's reply.

Norseman
2 July 2005, 09:53 PM
Crix is the third to land on the Pride, setting his X down with his usual soft hand.
As Niner completed the shutdown, the young pilot removed his helmet and exited the ship.
After listening to the Captian's shpiel, he made for the door, only to hear the General's order to "stop them". Crix turned, noting two pilots attempting to escape. Nonchalantly, Crix stuck out his right leg, catching the frontmost pilot in the shin. He fell, and the pilot following him tripped over the fallen man's body.
Wonder what they did... whatever it was, it was serious enough that they tried to run. he thought to himself.
Either way, Crix headed for the briefing room- no point in doing anything until after debrief.

coldskier0320
5 July 2005, 07:58 AM
"Well pilots welcome to the Pride, its good that we got replacement pilots so quickly. If you would prefer you can stow your gear and wait in the cafeteria, you must be starving. Otherwise you can attend the squadron debriefing and meet your fellow pilots there."

"Six" Indayce distractedly unzipped his brown nerf-hide jacket as he listened to General Morevo, glad to finally be off of that transport. While everyone had been polite enough, the bright new patch on his sleeve from the 8063rd TIE squadron had attracted its share of sidelong glances. Six made a mental not to himself to have the patch removed as soon as possible, hopefully to replace it with the new squadron's emblem. Deciding to eat later, he dropped his belongings: two long flat cases, one containing clothes and other essentials, and the other, his soundcaster and its equipment. He then headed for the briefing room, to meet his new co-workers.

"Jane", he called to his Arsix droid, "come with me. I'm sure you'd like to see the other droids just as much as I want to see the pilots."

R6-J8/N bleeped an affirmative, then rolled along beside Indayce as he left the cafeteria. In the past month, Terent Indayce's life had been completely turned inside out. After graduating from the Academy, he'd been attached to the 8063rd, and he'd been flying with them for about three months, when Imperial Intelligence had discovered a pair of Rebel spies in the squadron. After dealing with the spies, Intel had conducted a series of "conversations" with the rest of the pilots in the squadron. Unfortunately, Terent's wingman had been one of the Rebel spies, so Intel was especially wary of him. They pulled up his Academy records, past friends, even information about his dad. That was where the problems started. Terent had known that his father privately despised the Empire's rule all along, and when ISB paid him a visit, they could tell...Jert Indayce had spent the last three months in an Imperial prison, and was likely to be there for a while, if ISB had anything to say about it.

Beginning to see more clearly what the Empire was all about, Terent had been looking for a way out. That way came about a month ago, when his squadron was all but destroyed by a Rebel ambush. At the end of the attack, the convoy he'd been protecting was captured and the TIEs were in ruins. Finding his opportunity, he surrendered to the Rebels and defected.

As Six stepped into the briefing room, Jane trilled a suggestion to him.

"Yeah, I figured we'd stay back here too", he replied, and he and Jane stood at the back of the room, waiting to listen in on the debrief that was about to start.

Drendar Morevo
5 July 2005, 09:39 AM
--++()Briefing Room()++--

"Ok pilots, before we begin I have an anouncement to make. Flight officers K'Ress and Sora have left the squadron due to... internal affairs."

Murmurs went around the briefing room.

"Luckily for us we have three brand new pilots on board."

He motioned to the back of the room where two of the new pilots were.

"I believe Flight Officer Zeelas is in the cafeteria... zeelas, Lieutennant, what is her relation to you?"

He responded quickly, "she is my twin sister, sir."

"Ah well, then I hope you dont mind flying with her, she's your new wingmate."

Another moment passed.

"Right then, to the mission." "

A flat holoprojection appeared on the wall it was the battle in what looked like the IFF display. It played out the battle in detail. By selecting a certain vessel one could get a holocam view of the battle from that vessels POV.

"Numbers wise this was a phenominal success, seven TIEs destroyed, two crippled, three intact and captured and two Corvettes out of action. The dreadnaught surrendered after sustaining heavy damage. And suffering only one loss, while any loss is awful, is substantially better than most rookie units with as little vacuum time as you pilots."

"Any questions pertaining to the mission?"

Ash DuQuennes
5 July 2005, 12:35 PM
Ash stood up, saying, "The battle went about as reasonably well as anyone could expect. I have nothing to add at this time."

"On the other hand, and speaking for Bantha Squadron, I'd like to formally convey our 'Welcome Aboard' to Tempest Squadron, and to collectively and personally thank them for a job well done. We can handle TIE's reasonably well when we have to, but otherwise, we'd rather not."

Rostek
5 July 2005, 01:06 PM
Calo stood, following Ash's lead-
"I concur with Captain DuQuennes assessment of the action- we accomplished mission parameters as per orders with minimal losses, and though I deeply regret the loss of Tempest Twelve... such things happen in combat.
I would like to thank the Charging Banthas for their hearty welcome, on behalf of the Tempests. I believe it is customary for the rookiees on board a new assignment to buy their new groups-mates a drink- so Tempests are buying their for their counterparts tonight." Calo finished with a wan smile.

A.I.E.E.E.
5 July 2005, 03:14 PM
SITHSPAWN, HELP ME! I AM GOING DOWN! *Static*

Vekker curses as he pulls out of his attack run and he orders the R2 unit to find him another target. He glares at the wreckage of Twelve before swooping after a TIE. Its almost in his sights when he recieves the order to stand down.

"Damnit! Consider yourself warned scumbag..."

However, by the time the X-Wing is coming in for a landing a more melancholy mood has taken over. Twelve shouldn't have died. He was one of the good guys. The good guys don't die, they get injured, maybe, at the most, but they don't die, hell no. The heros lived to tell the tale. But Twelve was fighting the bad guys, he was a hero, he should have lived. It could have been Vekker so easily, a simple mistake, then the terror of knowing that the end was nigh, then nothing. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, dying, if you died for something, for a purpose.

"Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily."

Where had he heard that? Some old general said it no doubt, but maybe its true? Twelve might disagree, but maybe not.

By the time he had reached this conclusion, the X-Wing had safely landed and Vekker and Six were busying themselves with post-flight checks and tests.

"Finish off these tests, I'll be back soon... "

At this, the two men begin sprinting away from the MPs and are swiftly apprehended.

"Strange, someone's not very pleased with them anyway..."

He listens to the debrief without comment, as there's nothing much for him to say.

A phoenomenal success, eh? Try telling that to Twelve...

Drendar Morevo
5 July 2005, 03:42 PM
The general had one last thing to say before they left.

"Lietennant Stennic, would you come up here please."

As the pilot made his way up to the platform the general pulled an envelope from his pocket. Inside was a brand new Rank Badge.

"Lieutennant Stennic, as commander of Tempest Squadron it is only right that you have the rank of a commanding officer. Congratulations Captain Stennic."

He took off the old rank and applied the new Rank.

Taking his leave for a few seconds he leaned over to Captain DuQuennes.

"I figured you'd want to speak to me, come to my office in five minutes, the backslapping should be over by then."

Ash DuQuennes
5 July 2005, 04:51 PM
Ash acknowledged the General with a nod, and turning to Captain Stennic, he whooped, "Woot! Now I get to buy you a round or two of drinks to break that new rank in proper. Welcome to the club, Captain!

Bantha squadron crowded in and around with Tempest, offering their congratulations, and Bantha Five (an irrepresible human named Bruck Panib, aka "Puck") stuck out his hand to shake Captain Stennic's. When Stennic moved to take Puck's hand, Puck quickly withdrew it and, with comendable military gravity, instead came to attention and saluted. When Stennic went to return the salute, Puck dropped it, grinned impishly, and stuck out his hand again.

Ash hung around for a few, laughing and joking with all the pilots, and then told Calo,"Don't get too far ahead of me, drinks-wise. I'll be along in a few."

Edit: fixed coding error

Mack Jace
5 July 2005, 05:04 PM
Morec was sitting around a table with the other members of his squadron, sharing drinks, stories, and even a few laughs. Morec noticed Tempest Lead, and saw something different about his uniform. At first he couldn't place it, but then he shouted,Hey, Captain! picking up his glass, Morec gave him a salute. Why don't you come on over and have a few drinks, sir?

Ash DuQuennes
5 July 2005, 06:19 PM
Ash wound through the maze of corridors to the General's office, collecting his thoughts on what he was going to say to General Morevo (and more importantly, how he was going to say it).

General's in general were often touchy if subordinates brought up points in a brash manner, so Ash had to marshal all his knowledge of MilSpeak (a strange lexicon, often baffling to civilians, with lots of acronyms, and and its own peculiar grammar), Tactics, and logic to bring the full-weight of his argument to bear on the vastly superior officer he was...right outside the door of.

Ash entered the outer office, and informed the Petty Officer (who acted as a secretary/assistant to the General), "Captain DuQuennes, to see the General."

The Petty Officer stood, and replied, "I'll inform the General you're here." Touching a button on his desk, he spoke into the comm, saying simply, "Captain DuQuennes to see you, General."

Ris
5 July 2005, 06:42 PM
Briefing
So far, so not-good. First mission and my wing's bought it. Now 2 more pilots in the brig for who-knows-what, Lt. Zeelas thought as he sat down in the briefing room. It might have helped if they'd let the Banthas do their job... Vooko waited to hear the General's take. The man's next words were almost the last he'd expected to hear.


"I believe Flight Officer Zeelas is in the cafeteria... Zeelas, Lieutenant, what is her relation to you?"
He responded quickly, "she is my twin sister, sir."
"Ah well, then I hope you dont mind flying with her, she's your new wingmate."
"Of course, I'll be glad to have her as wing." Zarya here! Wow, it's been months. And she doesn't know...can't wait to see the look on her face...

Cafeteria
Zarya had found the cafeteria pretty much deserted after putting away her gear and other belongings. A wam meal had made her feel sociable again--but there wasn't anyone to talk to. She picked up her milkshake and stood, tempted to just go to her quarters or explore. But she'd been told to wait here if she didn't attend the debriefing. Zarya became lost in thought about what this new assignment might involve...

Vooko was eager to get to the cafeteria, but Korto's wingman--he couldn't recall Ten's name--was ahead. Ten got a good look at the third new pilot. Nice figure, the cloud of red hair set off by the green A-wing
flightsuit. "Wow, that's a morale booster. I could use some of that--what about you?" Ten nudged Vooko & whispered.
"Nope."
"Huh? Whadya mean, no? She's hot! You blind or something?"
"You blind and deaf, nerf-brain? That's my sister!" Vooko hissed back. Suddenly he was more than a little annoyed. "And hands off--or I'll kick you into the next system! If she doesn't."
Vooko had raised his voice just enough to break Zarya's reverie. She turned at the familiar sound.
"Vooko!" Zarya launched herself at her brother--and Vooko caught her around the waist, managing to lift her up, both of them heedless for a moment of the danger to others' heads or ribs. "How'd you get here?"
"Same way you did, wing, I'd imagine." He put her down lightly. "So gonna buy me a drink?"
"Shouldn't you buy me one instead?" Zarya put an arm around his shoulder.
"No, you're more of a newb than I am here--so you get to buy me one."
"Only if you introduce me round, Vooko--& tell me what all you've been up to."
"I don't know their names yet!" he protested.
He and Zarya settled at one of the tables to describe their respective adventures.

Drendar Morevo
5 July 2005, 06:53 PM
Originally posted by Ash DuQuennes
The Petty Officer stood, and replied, "I'll inform the General you're here." Touching a button on his desk, he spoke into the comm, saying simply, "Captain DuQuennes to see you, General."

"Ah good, send him in."

As DuQuennes came in the General Morevo was watching the entire battle, on a continuous repeat.

"I watch, take note of all tactics, all victories and" he stopped the image just as Tempest Twelve Exploded, "losses".

He shut down the Holoscreen and turned his attention to the man before him.

"Please sit, what was it you wanted to talk about captain?"

Ash DuQuennes
6 July 2005, 10:33 AM
Ash took the offered seat, settled himself, and began:

"General, I'd like to discuss future deployments of Bantha squadron, and the tactical role they'll be employed in."

"While it's true that the BTL-series Y-Wing was never a space superiority fighter like the T-65 series, it's far from helpless in battle; it has strong shield, and a stronger hull. It has a payload of 16 proton torpedpes, and turret-mounted ion cannons which can bear on a target regardless of the craft's orientation or axis of flight."

"Now I'm quite certain you are aware of these facts, so I'm not trying to 'inform' you of anything you don't already know. But in light of our recent battle, I feel that the tactical capabilities of Bantha squadron were, and are being, under-utilized."

"While it's impossible to say that sending Bantha after the second Corvette would've spared Tempest Twelve, it is possible that, if Bantha had been sent after the second Corvette, then Tempest squadron would've had their full attention to devote to the TIE fighters, certainly increasing their survival odds, possibly sparing Tempest Twelve."

"We still had 87% of our ordnance load-out on-board, and other than one hit on the shields of Bantha Three, we were at 100% combat capability. We could have easily engaged the second Corvete just as successfully as we had engaged the first, and/or moved into a supporting role against the Dreadnaught, raking it with ion cannon fire and reducing it's ability to resist the Pride."

"Finally, General, I respectfully request, in future engagements against capital ships, that Bantha launch within sensor range, but beyond engagement range, of the enemy ships. This gives Bantha time to aquire target locks, and volley-fire waves of torpedoes at the enemy ships. Undoubtedly, the enemy's point-defense weapons will pick-off a few of those topredoes, but all-in-all, most will get through to 'soften up' the target, prior to Bantha moving to close-engagement range."

In closing, Ash summed up, "Overall, General, I believe that this modification to Bantha's deployment will greatly improve this Group's tactical effectiveness. Sir."

Drendar Morevo
6 July 2005, 01:08 PM
"Alright captain. Consider your tactical plans noted. Most of the planning from the last battle was direct order from fleet command. We were supposed to jump and engage as soon as we dropped out of hyperspace. No time for a long range deployment."

He waited a minute before continuing.

"At this point saying that ANYONE could have saved Tempest Twelve is vile conjecture."

A light blinked on his console.

"I'm sorry captain but I am recieving a Holonet call from my Wife [OOC: LOL], I believe we are done here correct? good. Spread the word between your squadron and Tempest. Youre on two day on ship leave, get to know each other before the next mission. Dismissed."

Ash DuQuennes
6 July 2005, 03:09 PM
Ash came to attention, saying, "Yes, General. Thank you, sir. Will do." He spun on his heel and left the compartment heading for the rec room, practically skipping. That went better than I'd hoped for, he thought to himelf, though I almost pushed the hyper limit with that "Tempest Twelve" comment.

Ash heard the ruckus from the rec room a full corridor away, and slipped in the back unnoticed. He did his piercing-whistle thing to get everyone's attention, and in a Flight Deck Voice, told Bantha and Tempest squadrons, "LISTEN UP! Direct orders from the General: as of our meeting, we're on two days in-ship leave, with orders to have fun and break the ice, so SOMEBODY GIMME A DRINK!"

Edit: Corrected spelling typos; they always manage to slip through, and stare at me from the page. Mocking me. Daring me.

Rostek
6 July 2005, 03:37 PM
The general had one last thing to say before they left.

"Lietennant Stennic, would you come up here please."

As the pilot made his way up to the platform the general pulled an envelope from his pocket. Inside was a brand new Rank Badge.

"Lieutennant Stennic, as commander of Tempest Squadron it is only right that you have the rank of a commanding officer. Congratulations Captain Stennic."

He took off the old rank and applied the new Rank.

Taking his leave for a few seconds he leaned over to Captain DuQuennes.

"I figured you'd want to speak to me, come to my office in five minutes, the backslapping should be over by then."

Bout damn time they gave me the pay to go with the frock Calo thought with a smile.
"Thank you sir." he said, inspecting the new insignia badge.


"Woot! Now I get to buy you a round or two of drinks to break that new rank in proper. Welcome to the club, Captain!
"Much obliged, Captain- I'll get a bottle and save a table... I assume Corellian Whiskey suits you?" Calo replied.


Bantha squadron crowded in and around with Tempest, offering their congratulations, and Bantha Five (an irrepresible human named Bruck Panib, aka "Puck") stuck out his hand to shake Captain Stennic's. When Stennic moved to take Puck's hand, Puck quickly withdrew it and, with comendable military gravity, instead came to attention and saluted. When Stennic went to return the salute, Puck dropped it, grinned impishly, and stuck out his hand again.

Ash hung around for a few, laughing and joking with all the pilots, and then told Calo,"Don't get too far ahead of me, drinks-wise. I'll be along in a few."

After smiling off the Y-Wing Lieutenant's antics, Calo replied to his counterpart- "Fair enough- just don't take too long, or else I won't make any promises."
The newly full Captain made his way to the bar in Pilot Country and staked out a corner booth for himself and Captain DuQuennes (in the open, of course, so that the rest of the pilots could easily find them), then ordered a bottle of Corellian Whiskey- the best stuff they had- from the serving droid. "Yes, that's right, two glasses. And better add some appitizers to that too- no, don't read me the menu, just get me a sampler plate." he added. The droid buzzed off to do it's duty, and Calo sampled the prezels that had been laid out on the table.
A tad salty- probably to make people thirsty he thought with a smile


"LISTEN UP! Direct orders from the General: as of our meeting, we're on two days in-ship leave, with orders to have fun and break the ice, so SOMEBODY GIMME A DRINK!"
Stennic applauded the announcement of ship-leave along with everyone else- Good, we'll get some time to know the ship and the other pilots. Plus I can get some sim time- he thought, waving to Duke and pointing at the newly arrived bottle and glasses, then giving a thumbs up.

Ash DuQuennes
6 July 2005, 03:59 PM
Ash saw the newly-minted Captain Stennic waving him over, and a bottle of Corellian Reserve sitting on the table, and thought, I like this guy better already. He wound throught he crowd of laughing, joking pilots, saw Puck starting his stand-up comic routine for a new audience, and slid into the booth. He didn't waste time with words as he picked up his drink and took a long drink, but didn't "slam it;" he instead let the rich, smoky flavor slide over his tongue and down his throat, savoring the burn. Stuff's too good to pound down like some heathen, and it's a damned sight better than the swill those Tattooinians call booze.

"Sorry for skipping the preliminaries, but I just had a head-to-head with the General, and my nerves are a touch raw." Holding up the glass for a toast to his Tempest counterpart, Ash proposed, "To the General, and two days of downtime."

Norseman
6 July 2005, 04:43 PM
"I concur with Captain DuQuennes assessment of the action- we accomplished mission parameters as per orders with minimal losses, and though I deeply regret the loss of Tempest Twelve... such things happen in combat.
I would like to thank the Charging Banthas for their hearty welcome, on behalf of the Tempests. I believe it is customary for the rookiees on board a new assignment to buy their new groups-mates a drink- so Tempests are buying their for their counterparts tonight."

I guess Lead is right... people die in war, and statistically speaking, it was bound to happen eventually- I guess it's best to get it over with instead of having it be a friend be the first death. Crix thought as he looked at the projector.
As Stennic ended his shpiel with an 'order' to buy his counterpart a drink, Crix fake-moaned, but nevertheless sought out Charging Bantha Three for a drink once he got to the bar (OOC: Please God be a chick! ;)).

Ash DuQuennes
6 July 2005, 04:56 PM
OOC: Sorry. The dice say "no." See the OOC thread.

Rostek
6 July 2005, 06:49 PM
"Sorry for skipping the preliminaries, but I just had a head-to-head with the General, and my nerves are a touch raw." Holding up the glass for a toast to his Tempest counterpart, Ash proposed, "To the General, and two days of downtime."
Calo barked a laugh- "At least he didn't vape you." continuing, Calo added- "To the general- and to two days ship leave- may it never end."

Ash DuQuennes
6 July 2005, 07:33 PM
Ash finished the rest of his drink, and said, "It wasn't as bad as all that; just resolving tactical doctrine for future deployments. He kinda made it sound like the engagement was being scripted from 'higher up,' like Fleet was calling the shots on-the-scene." He topped off his drink, and offered the bottle, pouring a refill for Calo before continuing, "What bothers me most about losing Tempest Twelve is that no one really knew him very well, even his name. No one in our line of work should die alone like that, surrounded by strangers and enemies."

Dropping a broad hint to the newly-minted Captain and Tempest Squadron CO, Ash said "Someone should say something for him, whoever he was. Say something our way, not the standard service send-off."

Ris
7 July 2005, 03:17 AM
"And I was so glad to get out of that mess..." Zarya concluded. She was still wearing her flightsuit around her waist, which should attract a little male attention--though she wore it so for comfort more than to be seen. "And then to find out we're serving together--things are lookiing up, I'd say."
"Except for those we're flying against." Vooko grinned.

Zarya greeted their CO's orders about buying drinks with mock dismay. "I am so tired of being the New Gal. Good thing I only bought you a milkshake--I can afford a brew for Bantha 12. So let's go be Properly Sociable."
They didn't have far to go. Yush and Renei, 11 & 12, came over to them. After a few minutes of small talk Yush drifted off with a couple of the other Banthas. Renei, she noted, seemed to have taken an instant liking to her brother. Zarya tactfully decided to circulate. "Save my place," she told them. She concealed a grin over the other woman's interest. Always happens. And I'll show back up at the worst time--again--I'm sure.

First, she approached her new CO, and introduced herself. "i'm Zarya Zeelas, one of your new flight officers. The General told Lt. Zeelas I'd be his wing." In this informal setting she was simply polite, not on military protocol.

From there, she ran into one of the other new pilots, Indayce. She'd only said a few words to him on the transport. I should have chatted more with him--but that navigator was so sweet... "Hello, what do you think so far?" Before he could reply, The Bantha CO bellowed the news of the leave. "Oh good! I wonder what this ship has to offer?" Zaya hoped some swimming and holos.

Mack Jace
7 July 2005, 04:12 AM
Morec glanced around the room to find Puck. It wasn't too hard, he just had to follow the laughter. Sitting in the seat across from him, Morec said, Hey there Lt. Panib, name's Morec Birtrok. Well, cap'n's orders are for me to buy you a drink, soo, what'll it be? Corellian Whiskey? Before Puck could answer, the Captain's announcement interrupted him. When the whiskey came over, Morec downed one glass, the fiery liquid burning his throat all the way down. He sipped his second glass slowly, letting the taste sit in his mouth. After finishing his second glass, he said with a smile, Well Lt., we have two days leave, how do you think we should spend them?

Drendar Morevo
7 July 2005, 06:01 AM
[OOC: I've been asked to RP Red5_5's character, Elara, untill he returns late friday.]

She listened to the debrief nodding simply once.

*one mission and we already lost one pilot to TIEs and two to 'internal issues' well at least we got three new pilots. funny calling them new, we practically just came aboard ourselves.*

It didn't take long to reach what she would call more of a Bar than a Cafeteria. Everyone was already drinking when she arrived.She made her way to the bar.

"Can I get a nice shot of Churban Brandy? I am affraid i'm not to fond of the Corellian stuff."

One of Bantha squadrons pilots made his way over to her.

"Did you hear about the on ship leave?" he inquired.

"Yeah what about it?"

"Wellllll, we are supposed to use it to get to know each other."

"Hey dial back your thusters buddy." she tapped the lightsaber at her waist.

"Ooh a jedi, I like women with a little danger to them."

Deciding she'd had enough of the pilots come-ons [roll 20 for affect mind. 20 is roll 20+5 affectmind modifier, affect mind succedes.]

Waving her hand ever so slightly "go hit on another female pilot would you?"

Almost dronelike he repeated "I think I'll go hit on another pilot..."

Elara laughed at this.
"Better pay my respects to the captain before anyone else gets a bright idea."

A.I.E.E.E.
7 July 2005, 09:39 AM
"LISTEN UP! Direct orders from the General: as of our meeting, we're on two days in-ship leave, with orders to have fun and break the ice, so SOMEBODY GIMME A DRINK!"

On hearing this, Vekker grins. Two days leave, could be interesting, but a lot more interesting if he passed the two days slightly under the influence of alcohol. Everything becomes a lot more fun that way. So he strides up to the bar and asks the bartender what he'd recommend.

"Right, three of those... thanks."

He quickly drinks one, leaves the glass at the bar and looks for a place to drink the other two.

coldskier0320
7 July 2005, 10:25 AM
After the debrief, Terent doubles back to the cafeteria to pick up his soundcaster before heading on down to the lounge area. Once there, he sees another of the pilots is up on a small stage, doing a comedy bit, which suits him just fine, as he's only really ever played for small audiences, four or five of the guys in his squadron at most. Choosing a couch-like seat on the back wall, he removes his soundcaster from its case and begins tuning it, running a few scales and hitting a couple test chords to make sure his bleoved instrument survived the ride out to the Pride. Just about that time, another of the pilots comes over. Though he can't be sure, he thinks this one actually came over with him on the transport, though, if he remembered correctly, she'd spent most of that time with the transport's crew.


"Hello, what do you think so far?" Before he could reply, The Bantha CO bellowed the news of the leave. "Oh good! I wonder what this ship has to offer?"

"Oh, I don't know, I've not been long with the group. But the two days leave sure sounds nice after all the running around I've been doing."

As he says this, he gets the eighth and final string perfectly tuned. Grinning to Zarya, he launches into a short bluesy riff, that ends after a few notes, upon which the pilot looks up with a smile.

"Mmm, sounds beautiful, but I'm, being rude", slipping his instrument back to its case, he stands and offers Zarya his hand, "The name's Indayce, but my friends call me Six. And I'd love nothing more than to make a friend here on the Pride, 'specially one as pretty as yourself. And you'd be..."

Ris
7 July 2005, 05:52 PM
Grinning to Zarya, he launches into a short bluesy riff, that ends after a few notes, upon which the pilot looks up with a smile.
"Mmm, sounds beautiful, but I'm, being rude"
Zarya returns the smile. "It is beautiful, & I'd love to hear more. I can play a very little--pick out chords, mainly."


"The name's Indayce, but my friends call me Six. And I'd love nothing more than to make a friend here on the Pride, 'specially one as pretty as yourself. And you'd be..."
The redheaded pilot gave Six her hand, blushing. "Thank you. I'm Zarya Zeelas, the new Tempest 12. Didn't I see you on the transport, Six?" After the intros, Zarya gestures to the instrument case. "I really do want to hear more, please." She indicates a small couch and a couple of chairs grouped for conversation on the other side of the room. "If we go over there & you keep it very soft, I don't think it would disturb the others. I'll grab a carafe of wine. Or were you planning on being the next act?"

Vanger Chevane
7 July 2005, 08:37 PM
As his sister departs, absentmidedly stares at and stirs the slowly meting ice in his drink, a feeling of isolation and melancholy sets in as he can't help but relive the attack.


"Three Flight- disengage and move to cover the bones as they make their next run."

"Roger Lead. Three Flight come about to cover the heavy hitters."

Then Turbolaser fire from one of the active ships almost bracketed him, forcing him to veer away from his wing to try and get clear, the shrill complaints of the R2 disrupting his "feel" for everything around him - he'd been long taught it was more a process of relaxation & taking everything in as a whole, rather than one requiring intent focus. Those guns again and again forging a wall of destruction preventing from joining his wingman.

"Twelve to lead, I am under heavy fire, need assistance. My hull has been compromised. Repeat NEED HELP!"

"I copy- Eleven, can you get to Twelve?"

Jumping and Juking his ship as hard as he can to avoid him and his ship becoming free-floation ions, "Negative, split by capship fire on break, am Defensive. Repeat, Eleven totally defensive."

Tempest Twelve had one last communication before he erupted in a ball of flame. "SITHSPAWN, HELP ME! I AM GOING DOWN! *Static*"

Once clear, Three and Four picking him up, and a mercifully short broadcast from Four, "Eleven, got your back." Vooko just clicked the comm key, unable to trust himself to speak.

"Mr. Zeelas- take Twelve's bag and leave it on the ready room table... I'll pick it up after the debriefing meeting."
The eerie feeling of spying on someone's private life as he gathered up the man's gear. The rigors and focus of his training keeping him separated from the rest of the squadron much of the time except for meals, inspections, and Formation Drills.

I'm sposed to write the guy's family, but I don't even know his name! I've can't remember his face nor voice, have absolutely know idea who he is, and will never have the chance to learn...

...Son of the Sith, I wish that I could've done something, anything for you Twelve, other than join you on the Next Journey.

Zarya's voice and image appear unbidden in his mind. His sister: friend, confidant, friendly competitor, co-conspirator, sometimes mentor, and according to Druckenwell Lore, his Other Half of the Same Soul. This could cost you your Edge "Big Brother". You have to talk to someone about this before it gets you vaped, or worse. Seeing that pixie-wink she'd give him, often misinterpreted and resulting in a flash of jealousy from many a would-be suitor. One that said "No matter where you go, what you do, or run from, I wll always be here for you when you need me.

With a grim smirk, he murmurs "Aye, that I will Dear One."

Realizing the voice he's now hearing isn't Zarya's. he looks up hastily. Trying to hide his sorrow and frustration plants a small grin onto his face, "Sorry, lost in thought."

Rostek
8 July 2005, 02:37 PM
"i'm Zarya Zeelas, one of your new flight officers. The General told Lt. Zeelas I'd be his wing."
"So I was told... good to have you along Ms. Zeelas. I have to admit- I've always been a bit uncomfortable having close family together in one unit... but I'm confident that it won't affect you or your brother's work. Carry on." Calo said, shooing the new pilot away to mingle with the growing crowd.


"It wasn't as bad as all that; just resolving tactical doctrine for future deployments. He kinda made it sound like the engagement was being scripted from 'higher up,' like Fleet was calling the shots on-the-scene."
Calo winced- he'd been afraid of that. "Hopefully Fleet Command will leave local commanders to the tactical decisions from now on. We all know how well central control worked for the Empire."


He topped off his drink, and offered the bottle, pouring a refill for Calo before continuing, "What bothers me most about losing Tempest Twelve is that no one really knew him very well, even his name. No one in our line of work should die alone like that, surrounded by strangers and enemies."

He got the hint- for it was laid on pretty thick (OOC: ;)). Draining his glass, then refilling it, the CO of Tempest Squad got on stage and relieved Puck of his mic after a quiet wisper of what he planned.
"Ladies and gentlebeings... and you pilots- I hope everyone's enjoying themselves on this most bless-ed of ship leaves. However, I'd like to raise a toast to Tempest Twelve, who is no longer with us.
I wish I could say something deep and thoughtful about him, but as it stands, I only know his name from reading his personnel file, and most of you didn't even know his name." he pause, wheting his lips.
"Raise your glasses- whatever you've got in front of you." Calo said raising his own glass.
"To Flight Officer Ogen Vast*- godspeed, wherever you are."


(OOC: I'm going to make up a name here, for lack of a GM provided one- I've you've made up a name for the dearly departed Twelve- tell me and I'll edit it in)

Drendar Morevo
8 July 2005, 04:42 PM
[OOC: no the name is fine.]

coldskier0320
8 July 2005, 06:48 PM
The redheaded pilot gave Six her hand, blushing. "Thank you. I'm Zarya Zeelas, the new Tempest 12. Didn't I see you on the transport, Six?"

Taking her hand, the young pilot merely gives it a nice, firm shake, then continues with the conversation, "Pleased to meet ya, Zarya. Yeah, that was me on the ship. Sorry if I seemed a little standoffish, but I'm still gettin' used to flyin' these exxies instead of shootin' em."


After the intros, Zarya gestures to the instrument case. "I really do want to hear more, please." She indicates a small couch and a couple of chairs grouped for conversation on the other side of the room. "If we go over there & you keep it very soft, I don't think it would disturb the others. I'll grab a carafe of wine. Or were you planning on being the next act?"

Distraced by Zarya's red hair, Six almost misses the suggestion, "Huh? Me...oh no, actually, I'm kinda glad that other guy's up there. I just came down here to meet people while I practiced a little. Yeah, the only people I ever really played in front of were a few of my squaddies from home, although right before I left for the Academy I played backup for a band."

When Zarya suggests continued company, Terent is all for it, "Sounds great. I'll just turn it down a little and I can play you some of the stuff I've been working on."

As Zarya heads off for the wine, Six gathers up his soundcaster, thinking to himself, By the Force! Not here four hours, and I've made an intelligent, beautiful friend. Hope everyone else is as friendly. She didn't really say much about herself, but I guess if she wants to talk, she'll talk....

A good while later, Six finishes his second song for Zarya, then, with an impish grin, hands her the soundcaster, its deep red body glistening in the muted lighting of the room, "Here, it's your turn.", he shows her how to position her fingers properly on the electro-fret grid then mimes the correct way to play it. regardless of what sound she makes with it, Terent is determined to smile, heck, she might be even better than him...

Ris
9 July 2005, 06:27 AM
Zarya & Six
Zarya half-expected the other pilot to kiss her hand--but few men practiced that type of manners, she reminded herself.

"...Sorry if I seemed a little standoffish, but I'm still gettin' used to flyin' these exxies instead of shootin' em."
Six's admission that he was a former Imperial didn't bother Zarya, it was very common after all. "Well, you've had more time in them than I have. I've never flown one except for a sim session or two. I've only flown an A & before that racer-skiffs."

The pilot not only got the wine, she asked for a tray of appetizers--inlcuding seafood rolls with hot honey sauce--to be sent over to where they were going to sit. She glanced over to where she'd left Vooko & the Bantha pilot. All she could tell from the bar was that he was giving Renei a slight smile. She turned back to the barkeep, & added an order for Vooko and his companion. "Refills on their drinks, plus, ah, yes..." she took a look at the menu, "four of the spicy nerf-&-veggie kebabs. The nerf medium rare." Vooko would know it was from her--the kebabs were favorites of his.
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Music Lesson--a little later
"That's a lovely piece. You should have stayed with the band--you're good." Zarya's education had included lots of art and music. She hadn't been a notable music pupil; she'd just learned to sing in tune and play simple songs--but she had learned to recognize and appreciate those who did have talent. It's so nice to have somebody want to play just for me. He is really sweet and clever--I hope he likes me too.


Six finishes his second song for Zarya, then, with an impish grin, hands her the soundcaster, its deep red body glistening in the muted lighting of the room, "Here, it's your turn."
"Oh, I couldn't--it's been so many years, I doubt I can finger even 1 chord now," Zarya protested--though the gesture pleased her. She knew it for a compliment--and an even more powerful one than the usual ones about hair or figure. But Terent insisted, placing her fingers on the electro-frets and showing her how. Tentatively, she played 1 chord, then a second, and returned to the first. The chords were true, though she had shifted awkwardly between them--they didn't flow one into the other as Six's chording did. Zarya frowned a little, but she didn't give up easily. She played the pattern again, then tried to add a third chord, to make the opening bar of a Druckenwell dance. "O gee, that's not how the F is fingered?" She looked up at her companion, who corrected her fingering. Zarya managed the whole measure, smiling up at Terent. This is lots more fun than the music lessons Lady Zeria insisted I take. "Can you teach me that ballad please?"
They continued on with the impromptu lesson, until Capt. Stennic took the stage.


"...However, I'd like to raise a toast to Tempest Twelve, who is no longer with us...To Flight Officer Ogen Vast*- godspeed, wherever you are."
Putting aside the soundcaster on the couch beside her, Zarya picked up her glass and drank the toast. It was only right to mark the man's passing personally, no matter how little they'd known him. She took another sip of the wine, then looked at Terent for permission before picking up his soundcaster again. Only as she placed her fingers--more confidently, now--on the electro-frets and strings, do Stennic's words really sink in. He was Tempest 12--I'm Tempest 12 now! Ogen Vast was Vooko's wingman! The pretty pilot's expression turns to one of distress and the note trails off dischordantly.

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Vooko's table
(OOC: Vanger hinted to me he'd left his open for someone "live" to do Bantha 12, so here goes)

Realizing the voice he's now hearing isn't Zarya's. he looks up hastily. Trying to hide his sorrow and frustration plants a small grin onto his face, "Sorry, lost in thought."
Tempest 11 is cute enough for Renei to forgive the lapse--even if she hadn't known he'd lost a wingman earlier. She gives him a soft smile in return. "Been rough for you, huh?" She touches his hand. "Why not enjoy yourself a little bit? It'll help, some." It's obvious the Y-jock would be happy to help him enjoy himself. Renei adds, to distract him a bit more, "I don't think you need to worry about your sister, looks like she's done okay for herself." The Bantha pilot points out Zarya and one of the other Tempest replacements talking. Vooko notes the other pilot's body language suggests just friendliness, nothing more. Renei observes his reaction, and tells him. "Plus I overheard what you told your squadronmate about her--but you might want to pass that on to Sate--Boner 7--he's our Squadron Lecher," she snickered; then went back to the topic of Zarya, "Saw that smile when she saw you--clearly knows how much you care for her. I useta have a bro who felt that way about me. Nice to know he wasn't the only one in the Galaxy."

Gyp Ryol
9 July 2005, 11:50 AM
Things pass in a blur of alien language and action for K'zk. At the briefing, his R2 droid barely manages to keep up with all the translating its untested system was suddenly subjected to. In fact, the translator program begins to glitch and shuts itself down right as the General was doing something with one of the other Stardancers. K'zk didn't really notice, and was more interested in the broken droid.

As the other Stardancers pass by on their way to whereever it was they were going, they seem to overlook the small alien, despite being the only non-Human in the entire room. As the last of the Stardancers exit, K'zk sits cross legged at the back of the briefing room, staring at his R2 droid. Scratching his head, K'zk pulls a few tools out of his duffel bag. He pops open the access panel on the droid and trys to manually restart the software.

After several frustrating minutes fumbling with the innards of the droid, the screen flickers back to life, displaying the last translation it had processed. K'zk puts the panel back on the droid, and pats it on it's domed head. The Wavedancer hefts his bag over his shoulder, and turns to exit the briefing room. Unfortunately, there was now no one around to follow to whereever the Stardancers had gone.

K'zk looks up one end of the corridor and down the other. He looks side to side for a few moments, then bravely turns left and heads down the corridor, beginning to wander around the huge ship. R2-S6 follows dutifully behind, making a few beeping noises as its wheels roll across the gleaming deckplates of the former Landclomper vessel.

Drendar Morevo
10 July 2005, 08:49 AM
[NPC #347896745, 3PO unit.]

The silver colored droid walked down one of the halways of the great ship. After a while of carrying out basic duties he comes across the wandering pilot Kzk. Luckily this droid has been given the most recent language programming thus it will understand what Kzk may say.

Noticing the unique organism before him G-3PO begins speaking his language.

"Stardancer Kzk, may I be of some assistance?"

Vanger Chevane
11 July 2005, 05:03 PM
She gives him a soft smile in return. "Been rough for you, huh?"
Looking her stright in the eye, and hoping his gaze wasn't too upsetting. "Like you wouldn't believe."

She touches his hand. "Why not enjoy yourself a little bit? It'll help, some." "I don't think you need to worry about your sister, looks like she's done okay for herself."
Unconsciously taking her hand in his own. "I'll try, she can definitely take care of herself."


"Plus I overheard what you told your squadronmate about her--but you might want to pass that on to Sate--Boner 7--he's our Squadron Lecher,"
"You might want to warn him. If he tries something, he very well could wake up in Medbay. Zarya's tough & a good fighter...and I know her temper quite well."


"Saw that smile when she saw you--clearly knows how much you care for her. I useta have a bro who felt that way about me. Nice to know he wasn't the only one in the Galaxy."
"She does, & she cares just as much about me. The whole team was one big, tightly knit family. Aside from her I really don't know anyone here. And I probly managed to torque off your CO too."

coldskier0320
11 July 2005, 06:53 PM
When the toast was made, Six, like the rest of the pilots in the room, showed proper respect and seriousness. Wether Rebel or Imperial, snubjocks tended to be more or less the same, and, as such, any pilot's loss was shared by all his comrades no matter how close they may have been. Terent never befriended, flew with, or even knew Tempest 12, but at the same time, he still felt he shared a sort of link with the late pilot. Still, in the world of emotional baggage, grief and sadness were among the heaviest, and Indayce preferred to pack light. Pleased to be getting back to the soundcaster and Zarya, he tried to put Tempest 12 out of his mind.


The pretty pilot's expression turns to one of distress and the note trails off dischordantly.

"What's the matter? You look like you just took an EMP blast to the heart, only twice as shocked. What's got you?"

While he's still trying to keep the situation fairly lighthearted, Six makes no attempt to hide his concern. If Zarya needs someone to talk to, or even just someone to listen, Terent will try to make it abundantly clear that he's there for her.

Ash DuQuennes
11 July 2005, 08:31 PM
Ash hoisted his drink to the toast, murmuring soto voce, "Clear Skies, Soft Landings," a traditional spacer farewell. He topped off the drinks again when Calo sat back down, surveying the assemblage to assess the mood of the gathering (and the behavior of his pilots), and half-listening to someone pluck a 'caster.

As Calo settled back in, Ash commented, "Well, hopefully Command will give us enough time to shake down properly," offering his glass to Calo in toas, "so hopefully neither of us will have to do that again for a long time."

Across the room...


"...And I probably managed to torque off your CO too."

That last comment took Renei back momentarily, looking back-and-forth a few times between Vooko and her CO, before replying, "Duke? I don't know what you did, or what you think you did, but don't sweat it; he doesn't have much of a 'bad side' to get on in the first place. But if you should happen to find yourself on it, he'll let you know about it pretty quick, and in a fairly unsubtle way."

She pause for half a heartbeat before continuing with a short bark of laughter, "You know, he likes to call Jiuk the Squadron 'Mom,' since she's officially our Squadron Adjutant, and pretty much takes care of us; but he's really our 'Mom.' He went through the squadron checklist twice on the Flight Deck waiting to launch, even though we can all recite the damned thing from memory in our sleep."

"Poor guy's probably going to go gray from worry before his time."

Vanger Chevane
12 July 2005, 05:44 PM
"Duke? I don't know what you did, or what you think you did, but don't sweat it; he doesn't have much of a 'bad side' to get on in the first place. But if you should happen to find yourself on it, he'll let you know about it pretty quick, and in a fairly unsubtle way."
"He had a problem I've seen get very dangerous very quickly. But I've learned that Senior Officers don't appreciate getting corrected or educated by..." Vooko harrumphed and made his voice deeper & pompous, mimicking one of his Instructors. "...Some Racer Brat from the Backwaters beyond Corellia."


She pause for half a heartbeat before continuing with a short bark of laughter, "You know, he likes to call Jiuk the Squadron 'Mom,' since she's officially our Squadron Adjutant, and pretty much takes care of us; but he's really our 'Mom.' He went through the squadron checklist twice on the Flight Deck waiting to launch, even though we can all recite the damned thing from memory in our sleep."

"Poor guy's probably going to go gray from worry before his time."
Vooko chuckled, his grin a genuine and fond one. "Sounds like one of my Moms. No matter where we were, nor what happened, we always got what we needed on time. Usually under budget too."

"It's far better to be overprepared on the deck, than underprepared and under way. Something goes wrong, it's a lot shorter and warmer walk back."

As the tray arrives, the smell of almost-burnt vegetables and barely-cooked meat puts a big smile on his face, only one person present knew the dish he loved so much, and the Rodian Couple - Ruuvi and Hasho - both cherished as friends and mentors who'd introduced them to it.

Looking over to where Zarya sat with another replacement pilot, the one he'd mentally tagged Musician, the look on her face made his stomach sink along with his smile. "Somebody's in serious trouble."

As Renei scanned the room trying to figure out what Vooko was looking at "Who?"

"If he's lucky, me."

Ash DuQuennes
13 July 2005, 08:17 AM
Ash had a few more drinks, trading service gossip and talking shop with Calo, before he finally set his empty glass down and declared, "No more for me. Sorry to drink and run, but I've a breakfast date with a sexy lady first thing tomorrow morning, and don't want to be hungover

Rostek
13 July 2005, 10:59 AM
Originally posted by Ash DuQuennes
Ash had a few more drinks, trading service gossip and talking shop with Calo, before he finally set his empty glass down and declared, "No more for me. Sorry to drink and run, but I've a breakfast date with a sexy lady first thing tomorrow morning, and don't want to be hungover

Calo continues his drinking with Duke until the Y-Wing pilot gets up.
"We should all be so lucky. To your... to your health sir." Calo says, toasting the depating captain, somewhat slurringly.
Calo stays until his tactile sensation is lessened- at that point he puts in a call to Cold. The droid soon arrives and the stows the proffered bottle, then leads the mildly drunken CO of Tempest Squadron to his quarters, where Stennic falls asleep.

Ash DuQuennes
13 July 2005, 01:39 PM
Morning...

Ash woke with only a mild hangover, which was quickly quelched with a pain stim, a hot shower, and a cup of steaming hot Caf, freshly brewed, strong enough to revive a dead Ronto and make it dance Corellian Jig, and only a milishade lighter than Space itself.

Determined not to succumb to Spacer's Bulge, he breakfasted lightly on a few pieces of fruit tucked away in the small chiller unit in his quarters, paging through the duty roster and general shipwide announcements from his terminal, before switching over and catching up on current affairs with the latest feed from the Galactic News Network.

He listened to the news while going through some light calisthenics, mostly to limber himself up for the day ahead, before going to his tiny closet and getting dressed for his date.

His wardrobe of choice for this date was a pair of combat boots, thoroughly scuffed and unlaced; a pair of mechanic's coveralls, old and well-worn, with the sleeves tied around his waist; a thoroughly disreputable undershirt, torn and stained with lubricants, solvents, and various food items, and an even more disreputable fur-lined, floppy-eared, billed round-cap.

The Flight Deck was normally a tad chilly, which didn't ordinarily bother Ash, but his ears had a tendency to get cold.

Pouring the rest of his brew pot of Caf into a triple-sized insulated mug, Ash wandered down to the Flight Deck, stopping long enough to check the maintenance roster and pull the logs for a quick once over, before walking over to The Meanstreak.

Standing in front of his ship, staring up into it's laser and ion cannons, with a maintenance tech guiding a large repulsor pallet of what appeared to be some form of molded body panels towards him, Ash addressed his ship, saying, "Good mornin', gorgeous. Ready for a makeover?"

Technician 1st Class Rade Endac popped out of the cockpit like an evil jack-in-the-box, and replied, "I'm flattered, Sir. Truly. But my wife is the jealous type, and I'm fair certain she could kick both of our butts. So I must respectfully decline."

Ash studied Endac in silence for a moment, taking a measured sip from his mug, before deciding against trading early morning witticisms. Instead, he just asked, "What's up, Chief?"

"Just giving the Usual Suspects a once-over. You?"

Hooking a thumb towards the repulsor pallet, Ash replied, "My pet project."

Technician 1C Endac looked over the assortment of parts, and then his eyes bulged slightly in surprise. "Are those what I think they are?" he asked in a slightly awed voice.

"Could be." Ash replied, pulling out his pack of nicosticks and lighting one up. While Endac never took his eyes off of the repulsor pallet, he nonetheless more-or-less automatically told Ash, "No smoking on the Flight Deck, Sir." But without much enthusiasm.

"So I've heard, Chief, so I've heard. One of these days, I might get around to actually looking up that policy to see what it says for myself. Something like that, you'd figure there'd be signs posted around for everyone to see."

Endac finally tore his eyes away from the parts on the repulsor pallet, swivelling back to look at the Captain standing below him. "There was. Or were. They all disappeared. As did the replacements."

Ash raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. "Really?"

Endac nodded slowly. "Uh huh." He nodded towards the parts, and asked, "Where'd you find them? Short of a museum, that is."

Ash told him. "They were sitting on a barren rock on the far side of the Outer Rim; a depot the Alliance used to store stuff they didn't want to throw away, but didn't want to drag around with them, and didn't really know what to do with. I went digging though the records to find 'em; submitted a Memorandum for Consideration; got it approved; submitted a Supply Requisition with the Memorandum and Lettter of Approval appended, and six months later," pointing to the parts, "there they be.Twelve complete sets of 'em."

They both stared at the parts for a moment, Ash slowly dragging on his nicostick, the tech rubbing his chin in thought, before Endac went on, "You're going to make my life hard with this, Sir."

Ash smiled smugly, blew a smoke ring, and told Endac, "Nope. That's what Phase 2 is for."

Endac looked the question at Ash, but Ash didn't elaborate. Instead, he pulled on his work gloves, walked over to the pallet, pulled one of the panels off of the top of the stack, turned towards The Meanstreak, and held the panel at arm's length, his gaze drifting back and forth consideringly between the panel and the Y-Wing.

Drendar Morevo
13 July 2005, 01:56 PM
[RPing Fyor Panaka, Bantha 6]

Striding down the flightdeck, fighting off a mean hangover in his own way (this guy HATES stimtea and caf... too bad for him) Fyor notices the loaded Repulsor Pallete and walks over to the Captain.

"I can't believe youre actually going through with this. Doing ship modifications when youre on leave? Man you're dedicated boss..."

He notices the other Eleven identical palletes by the other snubs.

"Oh sithspit, lemme guess, you wan't the entire squadron down here too? there goes leave... next time warn me youre going to do this so can shoot myself in the foot first."

Ash DuQuennes
13 July 2005, 02:06 PM
Ash looked up at his subordinate, and told him, "Relax. Your time is your time. Have fun somewhere shy of Assault, Indecent Exposure, or Lewd Conduct. This is my idea of fun, but I'm not going to inflict it on the rest of you until I get all the kinks worked out and you're all back on 'my time' ."

Putting down his spanner and squinting at the pilot, Ash asked, "So what exactly brings you down here at this time of the A.M, anyway?"

Drendar Morevo
13 July 2005, 04:51 PM
At first the question seemed odd. His brain wasn't quite making sense of it.

"Oh I woke up with a bad hangover and I am trying to walk it off, oh and don't tell me to drink some caf, I hate the stuff. Give me five minutes of staring into an Ion engine any day over drinking that stuff from last night. That's the last time I drink Tatoooinian Wine, it's true what they say you know, its ALL bad."

Fyor strode down the deck towards his fighter sickly almost... and promptly puked on one of the engines. His R2 promptly came over to start cleaning the mess up.

"That's it, I'm going to medbay, maybe I can hit on that hot nurse. Later Captain."

He was about to wave but he stopped short as if something caught him in the gut and he ran off.

Norseman
13 July 2005, 05:35 PM
Crix spends his aftermission downtime drinking lum- at first drinking lum with Bantha Three, Arranda, then drinking lum with anyone else who wanted to drink lum (;)).
After doing all the requisite toasts (including the Captain's eulogy for the dearly departed Tempest 12), he stumbles back to his quarters and crashes on his bunk.

The next morning, Crix spends the first 3 hours of the day drinking caf and watching GNN on his entertainment console.
After his hangover begins to wane, the Coruscani pilot begins work on a letter to his grandparents on Delaya-

Dear Grandpa and Grandma,

My unit saw action yesterday- I'm fine, don't worry.
You'll probably see it (or have already seen it on the news), but I'm told the engagment was no big deal as far as combat goes, and that the first time in combat is always the most difficult.
I hope they're right about that... because if everything was downhill from where I'm at stress-wise, I could learn to live with it- I'm sure of it.
How are you and Aunt Jelina? I haven't heard from you guys in ages, so I'm keen on getting anything- any news- from you.
Don't worry about "boring me" Grandma, because anything at Mail Call is very welcome.

Love,

Crix

PS: If you talk to Mom or Dad... feel free to forward the letter to them. Like I said, anything is welcome.

coldskier0320
13 July 2005, 06:00 PM
"What's the matter? You look like you just took an EMP blast to the heart, only twice as shocked. What's got you?"

Zarya gets hold of herself--she doesn't want Six thinking he's upset her. "'Bout right. Lt. Zeelas is my brother, I just realized that was his wing who got killed."

The good-natured smile leaves Six's face as he looks Zarya straight in the eye, "That's not an easy thing to deal with, I know. Back in the 8063rd one of my guys lost his wing and he needed therapy for it. Just knowing how close it was to him", he nods in Vooko's general direction, "I can definitely understand."

"That bad? But I don't think he knew this man. It'll bother him. Vooko's used to being part of a team. And I can't believe he didn't say anything to me."

"Well, these two guys were close. Went together like bruallki and menkooro. Maybe your brother's dealing with it better than you think. You two haven't had much alone time since we got here on the transport, he's probably waiting to talk to you about it in private." While his words are still serious, the reassuring smile of Terent's slowly began to creep over his features again. This time, though, it was more to calm down Zarya over what, in all likelihood, hadn't really been eating at her brother.

"Yeah, you're right," she conceded. "But we've always been pals, confidants. Like ' bruallki and menkooro', I guees--if i knew what they were." There's a hint of the girl's normal humor in the last words.

Glad to see that his new friend seems to be coming around, Terent adds, "Besides, we seem to have a good group of people here, I'm sure your brother will mesh with his new wingmate just like bruallki and menkooro." He waits for the girl to catch the slight joke on her own, being sure not to smile until she does. After all, he'd heard it was a real turn off when guys laughed at their own wisecracks...especially if they laughed alone.

"We will," she grins, "We better. You know, we've usally flown against each other, not together."

"Oh? How's that? Was he a TIE pilot at some point?"

"Thought I told you? I was a skiff-racer. vooko & I grew up with the Tancredi racing team.. We were going to be the team's star pilots someday."

"Tancredi racing...", Terent repeats the name, "My dad and I worked on swoops when the circuit brought them to our part of Corellia. Wehn I was old enough, I even worked on one of the pit crews for a few months each year. Exciting stuff. Is Tancredi anything like that?"

"Yeah, 'cept Tancredi is like a big family. Like having lots of parents. Our mom is the crew chief. Racing skiffs are a bit like snubs with a single very underpowered cannon, just in case there's debris in the way. "

"Hmm...sounds alot like flyin' with the imps, kinda like a snub, 'cause you know, TIEs are little more than airtight chunks of durasteel. TIEs have two very underpowered lasers though.", at this last, Indayce gives a slight roll of the eyes, "You know, looking back, I can't believe I actually liked flying one of those things."

Zarya smiles, "Well, it's a lot more fun when no one's shooting at you."

"Heh, ain't that the truth. It got a little easier when the 8063rd got converted to fly the...uh...the squints, as you guys call 'em, the interceptors. Same vulnerability, but the low profile makes it harder to get a lock, and you get twice the firepower. I imagine the squints are a real bugger when you're flyin an exxie?"

"I've never flown an X, but they aren't too annoying to A's, since they're also fast & minimally shielded. And my Heartbreaker is much better than the standard A's" she added proudly.

"Oh really?!", Terent tries his best to mimic her proud expression, exaggerating for effect, "I only went head to head with As once, right before I got out. Managed to dust one, but I would have eventually been cooked if it weren't for our commander calling off the attack."

Terent shakes his head to clear the memory, then yawns and stretches lazily. He glances out toward the door to see his squad leader leaving with his R2, and is suddenly aware of how tired he is. Turning again to Zarya, he says, "So...what do you...uhhh...think of the Pride? I was stationed on an old Vic for a while before I got assigned to the 8063rd, and through it, the Stigma. They're tough old battlewagons, that's for sure."

"It's my first time on one." Zarya adds almost shyly, "What's on them? I mean to do for recreation."

"Heh...clean missile tubes", Terent jokes, "The last time I was on one, that's all we got to do. See Vics are about the biggest conventional ship that really makes good use of concussion missiles, but the hard part is keeping maintenance on all them tubes. For fun, real fun that is, eh...I don't really know. Maybe we should find out tommorow. That is, if you're not sick of me as it is. You could even teach me some good jams on the 'caster. He says this last with a sly grin as he mimics her awkward fingering of the e-frets that she'd first tried this evening.

Zarya laughs merrily. "I think you'd best teach me. And my fingering isn't that bad!"

Laughing along with Zarya, Six replies, "Okay, so you weren't that bad...but i still think your A minor progression could use a little work." He slips his fingers across the strings, eliciting a squeal-chirp from the instrument that Zarya couldn't seem to get past, then adds, "But for not playing in months, you're good. You've got some serious talent, and I mean it. Did you take lessons?"

"Yes--but not serious. I was given A Proper Lady's education. So I had music, but I liked art better. Wait'll you see my helmets."

Glancing around and noticing that more and more of the club's patrons were starting to trickle out, Terent guesses the establishment will close soon. Still, he was captivated by Zarya, and certainly didn't want to offend her, "Art, huh? bout the closest i get to any real art is my silhouettes on Jane. See, I've flown so many fighters that transferring all those kills to another hull got tedious, specially with the Imps, so I started keeping count on my droid. I know, it is as goofy as it sounds. Anyway, I'd really like to see some of your work. Maybe we can swap some creative outlet tommorow?".

With his last suggestion, Terent hopes he hasn't overstepped his bounds. Though, if Zarya takes his meaning the right way, he should be fine.

Zarya thinks it over for a few moments, then nods, looking into Six's hazel eyes. "Yes, I'd like that very much. When? In the early afternoon?"

Terent shook his head to the affirmative, noting how the world seemed a little slow to catch up to him, courtesy of the drinks he'd partaken of over the evening, "Yeah, sounds good. Sometimes it seems like I haven't had an honest night's sleep since I left the Stigma. I'll probably roll outta bed at about noon, so I guess I can...meet you here soon thereafter?" Terent slowly stands, stretches tiredly again, and begins packing up his caster, making sure to lock it into place within the case.

"C'mon, I'll walk you back to your room, if its okay with you. Jane's probably asleep anyway."

Zarya hesitated, then agreed. "Yes, please. I'm ready for a long rest, myself." She didn't mention that she'd drank enough of the wine to be pleasantly buzzed. Zarya stood & stretched. "I better tell my bro g'night on the way out."

"By all means", Six smiled, taking up his case and turning for the door, "and take your time, I'm in no hurry, and you two probably have a lot to catch up on. I'll be here when you're ready." And with that, Six again grabs a comfortable seat, this time a little closer to the door.

"I won't be long." Zarya slips over to Vook & Renei's table for few words. "Hey, I'm gonna call it a night. It was good meeting you, Renei. Vooko, you got some time in the morning free? We really gotta catch up, you know." While Renei didn't notice, Vooko caught the slight hint in her eye. She wanted to talk seriously. Zarya didn't linger in case the 2 were getting on Very Well.

The pretty pilot returned to Six. When he stood, she placed her hand on his arm and grinned up at him.

((OOC: Post created with Ris and is put up with her permission. :)))

Drendar Morevo
14 July 2005, 10:16 AM
[OOC:ah, romance in the Pilots lounge. it's like a soap opera... cept on a VicStar o'course]

coldskier0320
14 July 2005, 12:05 PM
Terent's alarm went off at precisely at 5 AM, at which point he rolled over, still asleep, and smashed the 'off' button with a satisfied, sleepy grin.

Seven hours later...

Seeing that the rest of the ship is very much active, R6-J8/N decides it's time for Six to wake as well. After a few chirps and beeps fail to wake her friend, she cautiously extends her manipulator. She nugdes Terent's side gently until he finally mumbles, "Alright Jane, I'm up, I'm up...hey! I said I'm up, quit pokin' me!"

Sitting up on the edge of his bunk, the young pilot rubs his face, then stretches, and finally stands. Eyes still shut, he cautiosly makes his way to the fresher and doesn't come out for several long minutes. When he does, however he feels much better. As he begins to dress, pulling on a plain white t-shirt and jeans, Jane bleeps a question to him.

Smiling, he asks, "What's it matter what I was up to, you certainly didn't wait up." At more insistent beeping, Six explains himsef, "Well, if you must know, I was making friends with another pilot in the squad. No, she didn't mention having an astromech, and considering she's used to flying A's, I doubt she has her own. She'll probably use one out of the Pride's droid pool."

At a short response from the little green and white droid, Terent added, "Yeah, I do know what you think of the astros in the droid pool, but believe me, I'm sure if any of the other pilots had you riding shotgun they'd have some less than nice things to say too. Me...well, I know how you are."

As Jane brings Terent his boots, she asks him another question in the digital language that Terent had come to know almost as good as Basic. "Oh, I dunno. I mean she's nice...pretty...you know...". Jane agreed with him that she did indeed know, and that Six had best be careful about who he was getting involved with when he cut her off, "I know, I know. But I was just a kid back when me and Erryl were involved. And who do you think you are, anyway? My mom?".

Jane's reply comes quick and candid: she really had been the closest thing he'd had to a mom in a long time. Ever since his mom had left her family behind when Terent was little, he'd only been able to look to his father and Jane for guidance. And while his father could teach him more about life, Jane had alot of know-how when it came to all things mechanical, thus, with a little extra programming slipped in by Terent's father, Jane had become as much of a second conscience as a technical assistant, serving as a second parent while Terent's father was away on his frequent trips offworld.

Now, dressed and ready to go, Terent lights himself a nicostick and calls out to Jane as he leaves the room, "I'm gonna be with Zarya for some of the afternoon, you can do whatever you want on the ship but don't get in trouble or lost. I know how often that tends to happen."

He shuts the door on Jane's exasperated blurting, then, with a smile, heads back toward the pilot's lounge he'd met Zarya at last night.

Mack Jace
15 July 2005, 03:13 PM
Morec was sleeping soundly when his alarm went off at six. He was sleeping so soundly that he slept right through it. After a while, the sound started to annoy Spanner, so he prodded Morec to get him to shut it off. After ten minutes of prodding, Spanner pulled out his shock arm and touched it to Morec's body. Morec jumped up saying, No more banthas! Looking around him, he shut off the alarm and glowered at Spanner, who just gurgled with pride.

Morec got out of the refresher a few minutes later and threw on a green pair of cargo pants and a white t-shirt. He made his way to the cafeteria with Spanner, and after eating, went to the hangar. After making sure that the ship was in top form, Morec chose to head to the pilot's lounge to see if Puck was there. They had had a good time last night, and he wanted to keep a good friend in another squadron.

PsychoInfiltrator
16 July 2005, 02:32 PM
OOOC: Flashback

Korto watches the other pilots leave the flight deck. The expression on his face is one of great anger.

Thhe last pilot leaves and Korto finally speaks, forgotten in his cockpit.

"R2-J9, replay battle using this thing's sensor data. I want to see why I have a pilot dead," Korto's voice is fully serious, and as R2-J9 replays the battle over and over, with Korto replaying each little detail over and over again, long into the night.

Finally, around 11, Korto replays a small clip involving Tempest 12's death.

"R2-J9, save that clip under the title "Failure One."

Koto climbs out of his cockpit, stasrtling a pair of techies.

"Get my R2 out of the X-wing. Paint my kills on the side-oh, and add an addtional medium transport and three TIE Bombers. If you have any problem with their addition, go talk to General Morevo. And have somebody paint a thin black stripfrom the tip of my fuselage to the back of the X-wing"
A reminder forever of my failure. I knew not my pilot, but I failed him. They will probably make me pay for his replacement from my own pay, as is the pirate custom. ...Unless...iuf they are like the Imperials...I'll see what happens
Korto strolls to his cabin, after asking another techie about the location of his quarters. He lies down on the bed, still in full uniform with his blster still in its holster and falls asleep immediately, a look of anger still on his face.

OOC: I think that each poster should post the names of their char in the message title from here on in to help with the confusion caused by so many posters. Also, Korto will sleep soundly until noon of the day following, unless something happens. Anyone who wishes to be sociable might try some diplomacy to wake him up earlier and strike up a short conversation. Note: would work best if Korto is not directly wakened by them, as he may get even angrier if he is awoken by a suboordinate.

PS:Sorry about being gone longer than I had expected.

Ris
16 July 2005, 05:57 PM
After saying goodbye to Six outside her quarters, Zarya headed for her bunk, pausing just long enough to change into nightware and turn off the alarm.

Mid-morning, next day
Zarya woke and took her time getting ready for the day, indulging herself with fancy body wash, shampoo & lotion picked up on her last leave. When she left her room to find her brother, Zarya was wearing a tank top beneath a sheer pullover, leggings and flats. Zarya signalled at Vooko's door, hoping he'd taken advantage of the opportunity to sleep in. If he's here that will be the best place for a private chat. Once I know for sure he's all right, we can have some fun, and get in some sim-time.

Early afternoon
Zarya heads to the pilots' lounge, to meet Terent. She first stops by her quarters, picking up her datapad, a case of datacards, and grabs a helmet bag--not the stardard issue one holding her NR-issued helmet, but the bag she keeps her racing helmet in.
She looks around the lounge & when she sees Six, she walks over to greet him with a bright smile. "Hi, been waiting long? What shall we do today? If it's cleaning the missile tubes, I'll have to change into something appropriate first."

OOC1: Drendar, my sigline should have warned you ;)
OOC2: Just an interim post to set up for some planned interactions with Vanger's and Cold's PC's

Gyp Ryol
16 July 2005, 06:49 PM
The previous day

The small alien looked at the foreign droid, used to the idea of mechanicals speaking his language. K'zk looked around the unfamiliar hallways, aware of how much time had passed. He sighed, looked at the floor, muttering in the language of the Wavedancers, "I'm K'zk. Just take me to my room."

That morning

K'zk awoke with a start at around 6 am. For a moment he panicked, not knowing where he was. His mind raced as he began to remember the events of the previous day. His breathing slowed as he clamed down, and he took a good look around his new quarters. The room was bare, with little more than the welui which K'zk had brought to sleep in and his R2 droid.

K'zk hopped out of his welui and pulled on his grass skirt with was laying on the floor. Scratching the gills under his arms, he set out into the Pride, hoping to learn a little more about his squadrion mates. Using a computer terminal nearby, K'zk had S6 navigate through the Pride's network and find the squadron roster. S6 informed K'zk that the Wavedancer was assigned as the wingman to the squadron's commander, one Captain Calo Stennic. Digging a little more, the two managed to find Calo's room.

S6 downloaded a floorplan of the ship, and the two headed to the Captain's quarters. The dark green alien streched as he walked through the corridors. He finally reached the door of Capt. Stennic, whereupon K'zk commenced the Wavedancer custom of meeting superiors. He sat a little ways in front of the door to the Capt's quarters, and waited for Stennic to emerge with S6, foot tapping with impatience. The clock on the wall nearby advanced to 6:30.

Rostek
16 July 2005, 08:00 PM
Cold, as a longtime compainion of Calo Stennic, had taken up the habit of "living" in his masters quarters long ago.
While there were technically no regulations regarding such cohabitation, it was not a habit of most pilots (Corran Horn being a notable exception).
Calo- as was to be expected given the previous evening's events- was stone asleep at 6:30 in the morning.
The Captain- never an early riser and a man prone to taking the late shift in his days at Material Command- was also rarely cognizant of the tendancy of others to seek him out at such early hours (during leave, of all times).
Cold, on the other hand, having had his 4 hours of recharge time and now "running silent" (sitting in the corner of the room with only his most basic systems functioning), was well aware of the scheduling of most military humans, and thus the droid kept an electronic eye on the video "peep hole" for outside his master's door.
When one of the new squadron members approached the door at 06:29:13 (the curious looking one with the- in Cold's estimation- even more curiously looking droid), the R2 unit spent a few minutes in his "groggy" state deciding what exactly to do.
While aware of his masters' predilictions for sleeping after drinking, Cold was also aware that this particular pilot was billeted to be his and Calo's new wingman.
Frought with indecision, the droid decided to fufil both obligations at once (though on the balance favoring his master- and friend).
Opening a channel to the alien's R2- R2-S6, Cold discovered upon his electronic interrogation- Cold instructed the droid to tell his master to meet Captain Stennic in the mess hall at 0930 hours, and to requisition a jumpsuit or something.
That should keep him busy for a while. thought Cold, feeling a measure of self satisfaction at his problem solving.

PsychoInfiltrator
17 July 2005, 04:16 AM
Just explaining some of what is going on in Korto's head. (in my last post)

First, Korto is consciously expecting the same 'justice' utilized by his previous employer, (the part about dieing).

Second, Korto's subconscious thinks that the New Republic is much smarter than Captain L. Charric, so he figures if he's alive tomorrow (when he wakes up) the punishment will be less serious, but he still expects to have to pay for replacement of his suboordinate for reasons previously mentioned.

Finally, Korto's subconscious knows that he will likely get another crack at the warlords, and seeks revenge. A great deal of it.

Darth_Meane
18 July 2005, 06:55 AM
Near The Pride a modified Eta-3 Interceptor class jumped out of hyperspace. The recently installed hyperdrives gave a little extra kick in the controls, but nothing the onboard pilot wasn't used to. The name of the pilot was Sara-Cen Tara, recently assigned to the Tempest Squadron.

What is this?!? she thought as she saw The Pride Of Corellia across her hood There must be some kind of mistake... I'm supposed to serve on a battleship, not a relic she looked around the immediate space and checked her instruments to see if this was some kind of mistake.
But no, she wasn't let's hope they at least have a decent shower room... or at least a bar of a sorts. With something nice to look at she smiled at the thought of some hunk of a pilot trying to pick her up wait, wait... I can't think like that! It isn't the Jedi way

"Unknown ship...this is Pride Control, please state your name and business...

"This is Sara-Cen Tara, callsign Tempest 10... reporting as ordered, requesting landing clearence"

"Tempest 10, you are cleared for landing... please go to positions 9-11-81 for tractorbeam descent"

"Roger that..." this is gonna be so much fun she thought ironically as she positioned herself and after a short while, was pulled in the hangarbay.

The first thing she saw when she exited her cockpit was a young tech officer repairing on some piece of junk. And then her eyes fell upon the X-Wings... brand new and everything. Hubba hubba hubba, now THAT'S a sight! she thought as she walked up to the X-Wing, that appeared to have seen action already... Dammit... I missed the fun she thought as she walked up to her own plane.
Tempest 10 it said in scarlet-red letters underneath the cockpitwindow... the ship seemed to be in good order, though having the pleasure of being under fire. She sat down inside the cockpit, checking the controls and everything. She got a strange feeling as she sat there for a while... it was feeling of coming home. A feeling she had never felt in her entire life...

She jumped out the plane and grabbed her gear inside her Eta-3 and headed for the nearest deck officer, to report for duty and hopefully get assigned a bunk (preferably with a shower)...

"Just a sec", the deck officer said while skimming a manifest on his datapad without looking, "whatta ya want?"
"I'm Sara-Cen Tara, recently assigned to The Tempest Squadron"
"good for you..."
"I need a bunk, a shower and large cold one..."
"don't we all?", the deck officer looked at the young woman for the first time, almost dropping the pad...
Sara-Cen is tall, slim woman with an athletic build and short, wild red hair and the warmest of emerald-green eyes. She was wearing a tight black-leathered flightsuit with a deep cleavage leaving little to no, in the imagination. At her left side was her modified heavy blaster resting inside a buckled holster.
She looked into his dark, hazel eyes and smiled just a bit "so what's it gonna be, big guy?" "well...well...let's ehm see...ehm what we can do" he walked into his office and found her files on the computer and assigned her a room onboard. men...the bigger they feel, the easier the play... she dumped her gear in the room and headed for the Generals office...

PsychoInfiltrator
18 July 2005, 09:52 AM
At around three in the morning, R2-J9 rolls into Korto's room. He leaves the door partly open and rolls up to Korto's bed, then enters passive sensor mode and appears to shut off.

Darth_Meane
18 July 2005, 10:09 AM
Hm.. well that his loss, not mine she thought to herself, as she grew weary of waiting to sign up as ordered. let's see if this archaic flying junkpile has a decent mess - or even better... a bar she got on her feet and headed towards the nearest elevator searching for a place to get something stronger than water to drink...
After a short trip in the elevator she headed straight for the mess to see if there was any chance of having a good time...

Ash DuQuennes
18 July 2005, 09:20 PM
Ash put down the spanner, wiped his hands, stood back, and surveyed the results of several hours productive labor. He liked what he saw.

Aside from a paint job, she looks like she did the day she rolled out of the factory, he thought to himself.

Gone was the skeletal, mechanical look of a "naked" ship; in its place, smooth, nearly seamless panels gave The Meanstreak a slightly angular, regular appearance. The way her designers had originally envisioned.

But Ash knew the price of "aesthetics" on a Y-Wing: the panels covered a lot of critical areas that routinely needed to be accessed for maintenance purposes, and those same panels were awkward and unwieldy to remove and reinstall afterwards. Which was the reason the Alliance techs had ditched them in the first place.

Since few operationally active militaries used the Y-Wing prior to the Rebellion, the maintenance techs of the various Planetary and Sector Police Forces that utilized the Y-Wing had the time to fuss with those troublesome panels. Besides, peacetime and garrison militaries often prided themselves on appearance, as well.

So Ash took a break, refreshed his Caf in the maintenance shop's office, and headed back out with a ruler and a marker to begin Phase 2 of his plan: to identify and mark critical maintenance areas, cut those sections of panels away, and install hinges and sturdy latches on them, and reinstall them.

That way, a maintenance tech (or pilot, or astromech) no longer had to remove and entire body panel; they would just have to unlatch the maintenance access hatch, do their work, and then close it back up.

And here's where all those hours of poring over volumes of maintenance schematics, years of maintenance logs, the hundreds of hours spent up to his elbows inside his ship, and all the abraded knuckles, were going to pay off. Ash knew the Y-Wing better than most mechanics, and had a very good notion of where those maintenance hatches needed to be, and how big they needed to be, for technicians to adequately service the Y-Wing with relative ease.

So he squatted down under his ship, placed the straight-edge up against the side of a body panel, stuck the marker in his mouth, pulled the cap off with his teeth, and began to draw lines all over The Meanstreak.

Darth_Meane
18 July 2005, 10:32 PM
After a good nights sleep and good, long shower Sara-Cen headed towards flightdeck to see what needed to be done about her ship. I wonder if there isn't some brilliant way I could increase manuveurabilty so it'll match my superior jedi reflexes she stopped for a second no, I can't keep thinking like that... "it'll lead to the dark side"... she could almost hear what the holocron inside her chambers would say if she confessed all her thoughts...

The first thing she saw when she reached the flightdeck was a young man messing about with some archaic Y-wing... By the Force!! Are these things still in service she thought and remembered her childhood years as a slave for Admiral Piet (amongst others)... she remembered how much the tyrant master would swear and curse those "bloody Banthas!" and then turn on her mother, knocking her about ruthless as this so-called Imperial "gentleman" would be... But even though she hated when he did it, she had still loved "The Banthas" for being the thorn in the Admiral's side...
And if not for her ungrown affection for the legendary X-wing, she'd already requested to join a Y-wing squadron -back then...

"So what's up, Big Guy? she asked the man messing about with his Bantha...

Ash DuQuennes
18 July 2005, 11:09 PM
Ash looked around, surprised, not knowing where the voice was coming from, or whom it was addressing, when his eyes lit upon a young woman standing behind him.

His jaw dropped open slightly, and the heavily-chewed cap for his marker (he really needed a nicostick) dropped to the deck. Not because of the way she looked, even though that alone was enough to raise a healty man's pulse rate a few beats-per-minute.

No, what Ash couldn't believe was that anyone on the Pride would have the nerve to walk into his Squadron Area and call him "Big Guy." The General, for sure; Generals can do stuff like that, it comes with the rank. But then again, the General probably wouldn't. He wasn't that kind of guy, to address his subordinates as "Big Guy, " or "Tiger," or "Junior," or any other diminutive.

Standing up and wiping his hands on a rag, he fixed her in the eye with his best Captain stare and said, "Captain DuQuennes, Commanding Officer, Bantha Squadron," with a slight emphasis on the rank. Just in case she was somebody important, he continued, "Uh, I'm working on my ship."

He cocked his head slightly and asked, "And who might you be?"

Darth_Meane
18 July 2005, 11:39 PM
"Well people call me lots'a things... my mother named me Sara-Cen", she asked cocky and checked out the Bantha well he does have some sense of style, despite the choice of plane she thought to herself

"So you are one of the Caps 'round here?", she gazed down his dirty outfit with clearly unimpressed look in her face, though she respectfully tried to hide it

she folded her arms and looked the Captain straight in the eyes to make sure she had his full attention "you shouldn't know how a girl like me could get clearence for some... modifications for my X?" shoot...the bloody emitter "and some spare parts for a broken lightsaber emitter?"

Ash DuQuennes
19 July 2005, 12:46 AM
Ash's left eyebrow rose precisely one centimeter, and all human expression left his face and eyes.

Cute. Stennic's going to have his hands full with this one, he thought to himself, completely oblivious to his unwitting double entendre, he better get her on-line and strack quick or there'll be hell to pay.

Ash wasn't a hardcase about military courtesy; he was secure enough in his ability as a pilot and officer not to worry overmuch about such things. Most of his squadron called him "Duke" when no other ranking officers were around to get all huffy about "military improprieties," and either "Boss" or "Skipper" when they were. Puck and Ellorrs called him by name when they were alone, and Ash prized the relaxed familiarity with his Number One and Number Two subordinates; the best ideas and mission planning came from such closeness amongst comrades, when thoughts could be freely and frankly exchanged without fear of rank or ridicule.

Well, as long as it wasn't a truly dumbass idea.

But a rank newbie, from another squadron no less, wandering around his patch of Flight Deck, addressing him like he was just "one of the guys," and worst of all, interrupting his "fun time," was a bit more than he was willing to tolerate.

In a voice about a degree above absolute zero, he told her, "Well, Flight Officer Sara-cen, if you're flying a T-65 off of this ship, any 'modifications' to your X-Wing had best go through your commanding officer, Captain Stennic, and be approved by Starfighter Command."

"As far as lightsaber gizmos are concerned, I am not an Armorer. However, since the Pride is a big ship, with a well-stocked armory, I don't suppose it's beyond the bounds of imagination that there's an Armorer, in the armory, who might be able to assist you with your problem. That is, if you ask, nicely, and he or she is not otherwise occupied with their normally assigned tasks."

Stepping forward until he was eye-to-eye with the Tempest pilot, he stared laser beams into her eyes and continued, "Now if you don't mind, Flight Officer, since both squadrons are on a 48-hour in-ship Leave, and since you are interrupting my "me" time, you might want to find somewhere else to be other than here, and now. And you might not want to mistake that for a suggestion."

Darth_Meane
19 July 2005, 01:41 AM
"Just one problem...Big Guy...", she looked back into his eyes with a playful glense in her eyes, "...you forgot to say please..." she smiled a bit without any fear

cute... she thought to herself ...and with some backbone. Not like the officers I've met in my slaving days... she noticed the color of the squadron commander turning from an upset redish tone to deep purple.

She turned around and walked away now let's see if there's any chance of actually finding some REAL pilots... or perhaps even some spareparts for my bursted lightsaber she thought to herself as she headed the elevators while checking the time... damn... it's meditation time... I swear this is worst part of being a padawan, all that meditating about doing nothing but sitting - for hours

She headed straight for her quarters and sat on her bunk, closing her eyes in deep meditation...

There is no emotion, there is peace...

Darth_Meane
19 July 2005, 06:26 AM
Sara-Cen opened her eyes feeling more calm than before I guess this meditation-stuff works after all she thought to herself and gazed upon the banged up lightsaber.

She had found it nearby the holocron on Dantooine, it had never worked though but it had kept the worst punks within an arms length. Or at least kept 'em thinking twice about messing with her, she had always assumed that being on pointy end of lightsaber wasn't on the top of the bad-guys "to-do list"

Her eyes danced towards the holocron, that just lied there silent. Not all sparkly and shiny as it does when It has something to say. Either a lecture, a guidance or plain simple a "word of advice" said in a direct manner truely an amazing object she thought to herself well that saber ain't gonna repair itself!

She jumped off the bed and headed for the elevator... now all there was to do was to find the armory...somewhere onboard this ship. Luckily there was a sign next to a button right in plain sight saying "Armory" why didn't i see that one before? she thought to herself and pushed the button...

After a while she entered the armory and headed directly up to an officer sitting behind a desk "Excuse me... I'd better treat this one like a softy she thought to herself "...sir, I wonder if you can help me with an itsy, bitsy problem? she asked smiling all innocently

(O.O.C: (playing on her feminine touch) Bluff check +7 (rolls 17)= 24)

"see I was wondering if you wouldn't have some spareparts for an emitter laying about?"

Gyp Ryol
19 July 2005, 07:01 AM
K'zk scratched his head in confusion. He wasn't sure what his Elders would say about etiquette in a situation such as this. An order from a superior from the superior's inferior... K'zk quickly felt a headache coming on. Tired of waiting already (it being 0635), K'zk got up and left with Essix, who was busy making a map to the quartermaster's office and remember K'zk's meeting with Captain Stennic at 0930.

The small droid led the wide-eyed alien around the VSD, guiding him to the quartermaster. The ship was relatively quiet at this time in the morning, and Essix calculated that the quartermaster would most likely not be in. Thus, Essix decided to lead K'zk to the mess hall first, to get some breakfast. K'zk merely followed his droid, rubbernecking around as he wandered the ship.

K'zk didn't truly know how hungry he was until the small pair got to the mess hall. The scents of alien foods tickled K'zk's lips, and he smacked his lips in anticipation. He dashed to the food line and got himself breakfast. Sitting alone at one of the tables, he polished off the meal in short order. He gave a language-transcending sigh of content as he rubbed his full belly.

Essix prodded K'zk, who jumped slightly as the cold metal appendage made contact with his scales. Essix printed on his screen the Captain's directions to requisition a flightsuit "or something." K'zk agreed that this would be an excellent idea, and left the mess hall for the quartermaster at about 0715.

OOC: Burrrr! Did someone turn off the heat on the Flight Deck? It's mightly chilly down there! Ash, remind me never to get on Duke's bad side. It's scary.

Drendar Morevo
19 July 2005, 08:56 AM
Originally posted by Darth_Meane
"see I was wondering if you wouldn't have some spareparts for an emitter laying about?"

First of all the woman startled him with her beauty... then startled him with the question.

"An emitter? What kind of emitter are we talking about?" He noticed the slightly bashed lightsaber at her hip. "Wait... you want a lightsaber emitter? I don't know if we have anything that sophisticated but let me see..."

Fifteen minutes pass, fill this time with your seemingly typical impatience.

After rummaging around in the 'junk pile' at the back of the armory Commander Correington comes foreward with a small device in his hands. "This should work for your purposes I think, its the emitter from an old Y-Wing laser cannon... scaled down of course, that's why it took me a while. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go work with a new shipment of Assault Concussion Missiles for the main launchers.

PsychoInfiltrator
19 July 2005, 09:00 AM
At around 0710, R2-J9 promptly decided to wake up Korto so that he wouldn't miss breakfast. So beeped twice-somewhat loudly.

Korto woke up, sat up and stared down at the droid, then looked at the chrono beside his bed.

Better go for breakfast.

"R2-J9, your name takes too long to say. Go find a protocol droid or another astromech and try and come up with a nickname for yourself."
R2-J9 immediately wheeled out of Korto's room and started rolling up and down the halls of the Pride looking for someone who he could present his dilemma (need a nickname). (OOC: I am actually looking for a good nickname, so if somebody would help R2-J9 IC it would be appreciated)

Meanwhile Korto got up to go to the mess hall, but temporarily lost his way, eventually spottting an odd alien that he had never seen before, accompanied by a modified asttromech.

"Hey! ... You!...are you one of the new pilots here? (talking to K'zk) What's your callsign?"
If he's in Three Flight I need to know. I only hope that he speaks Basic.

Darth_Meane
19 July 2005, 09:05 AM
"Thanks sir, you're too kind...", Sara-Cen said and smiled as cute as only she could before leaving the officer to his duties. The second she was out of range a smile spread upon her lips maybe this place, ain't so bad after all...I've been looking for an emitter since I found this blasted saber! she headed towards the nearest workshop to see if she could fix the emitter using the parts from the emitter received...and bring the ancient blade back to life...

(O.O.C: Craft (lightsaber) check (roll 14) +8= 22)

Gyp Ryol
19 July 2005, 09:08 AM
K'zk was merrily rubbernecking again, following Essix, when the small droid stopped suddenly in front of him. K'zk, not looking where he was going, walked straight into the motionless droid, bonking his chin on the droid's dome. He jerked back in pain, yelling, "Slu'anna! Wosh halla jeru?! Habbas!" Strangely, however, the sound of the alien's voice sounds strained, as if it is difficult for him to make himself heard.

Essix merely blats at K'zk, and swivles around on his wheeled feet. Thrusting his screen at the Wavedancer, it scrolls something in an alien language. K'zk whips around to look at Korto, pointing to his chest.

Darth_Meane
19 July 2005, 09:33 AM
Sara-Cen Tara looked outside the window of her chambers onboard The Pride. Her lightsaber was on the table, she hadn't had the nerve to test it yet if I have screwed this up, it could blow up in my face, meaning hundreds, perhaps thousands of working hours would flush right into space she nodded to herself and put the saber away. She'd test the saber, someday... but not now... there is too much heat around him.


She couldn't get out of her head, she had managed to piss off yet another officer Well you’ve done it again "Sara", she smiled to herself, pissed of another Cap’… thank The Force, it isn’t my own – this time! she took of her clothes and headed for the shower to wash off the sins of the day. Her athletically fit body, with a couple of handfuls around the chest that fit, would have been perfect if not for the multiple scars across her back.
Scars from a past, she wouldn’t wish upon her worst enemy. Scars from nearly a lifetime of slavery. Now, two and a half years later, she was not only a member of the newly forged Tempest Squadron, but also a Jedi Padawan, learning the ways of the force. She closed her eyes as the streams of water washed over her paled body, her short red hair clustered to her head and she closed her eyes. She could still feel his hands on her body… it must have been 10 years ago by now. She had only been a 14 year-old slave girl, when her master decided to take her by force.
She still remember how the heavy man laid on top of her trying to force himself upon the little, weak girl. But then suddenly something happened. She had felt a wind through her body that just came out of the blue and knocked the rapist flying into a brick wall. She felt an excited as she arose on her two small feet, the feeling of power, flew freely through her body fueled by the hate, flowing in her veins. She felt devine, she felt absolute…and powerful. Sparks flew out of her fingers and smashed into the assailants body.
The man died instantly, he didn’t even managed to scream. It was just a numb ”Urgh” before he died before her eyes. But she didn’t stop the lightening, in fact she couldn’t. She felt a slow, but certain rejoyce in watching him suffer like he had hurt the other slaves. Like the likes of him had hurt her mother, it felt so good tormenting the body…it felt…right! Suddenly she had realized what she had done and stopped. His wife had entered the room and started screaming, but she didn’t dare finger her as the murderer. The roasted corpse of her husband prevented it. But Sara-Cen Tara looked outside into the cold night, she didn’t like what she had done. But on the other hand, she regretted nothing…

PsychoInfiltrator
19 July 2005, 09:34 AM
Korto strolls over toward K'zk, with an outwardly sabacc-faced demeanour. He is clearly waiting for a response.

Darth_Meane
19 July 2005, 09:42 AM
after showering she slipped into her more plain clothes, a golden slavedress with a short skirt, but otherwise quite sober. The only thing revealing was the figure of her body, and headed towards the mess for some food... in the corridor she passes the odd scenary between K'Zyk and Korto and some funny little R2 droid, leaving them be... before entering the mess hall

coldskier0320
19 July 2005, 09:51 AM
What a day!

After leaving his room, Terent had spent a few hours with Zarya, doing everything from talking about her art (a flight helmet she'd showed him was impressive indeed, he'd joked about having her repain his X-wing), to him teaching her more on his soundcaster, and then finally, a few hours of sim time. While Terent felt he was an excellent pilot, Zarya was no slouch either, and he found himself tagged by her sensors almost as often as he was on her six. After the sims, Zarya headed off to the mess hall for an afternoon meal, while Terent, who'd eaten just before meeting with Zarya, wasn't yet hungry. So, with some time to himself, he got on his comlink,

"Jane? It's me. Why don't ya meet me down on the flight deck, and we'll check out the new ride and make some friends."

Several minutes later, Terent and his green and white astro droid walked out onto the flight deck. The cavernous area echoed with the sounds of fifty different power tools, and smelled of fuel and lubricants. In addition, Six noticed everyone around him was wearing at least a long-sleeved shirt, if not a full blown jacket. One pilot, which Six identified as a squadron leader, even wore an interesting looking hat, obviously designed for warmth ofer aesthetics. As he and Jane inspected the X-wing marked "Tempest 6", Terent belatedly wished he'd brought his own jacket. Though what reaction the TIE pilot jacket would have among the people down here, Terent couldn't guess. After a while longer, he noticed another guy, checking out the X-wing beside his. Surreptitiously glancing over, he noticed the X was Tempest five. My flight leader...

Walking over to him with a friendly smile on his face, Terent offers his hand and says, "Hi, I'm your new wing. My name's Indayce, but I've been called Six ever since I started flying snubs." Nodding up to his fighter with a grin, he adds, "Convenient, huh?";)

((OOC: Mack, if you don't want to be on the flight deck at this time, just let me know, and I can edit my post. Basically, I just want Terent to get to know his wing before he has to fly with him.))

Drendar Morevo
19 July 2005, 10:00 AM
Is there some kind of echo in here?

How many times did you hit copy/paste Darth Meane?

Gyp Ryol
19 July 2005, 10:11 AM
K'zk leans backwards with slightly panicked looking eyes. He puts a hand back and comes into contact with Essix's torso. Glancing back at it, he reads the message on the droid's torso one more time. The small alien looks back to Korto, then quickly holds up two fingers, still looking fearfully at the large Human. He seems about ready to bolt.

Ash DuQuennes
19 July 2005, 10:19 AM
Ash let the young Flight Officer walk away. Knowing how to fight a battle is the first step to winning one. Knowing when is the second.

Pulling his comlink from his coveralls, he paged the ship's switchboard, and left a message for Captain Stennic to, "Please contact me at your convenience." Ash made sure the tech on the other end of the line understood that Captain Stennic was not to be disturbed if he was unavailale, or "indisposed."

No need to mess up his leave if I can avoid it Ash thought.

Picking up his tools, he went back to work, putting the incident out of his mind for the time being.

Ash DuQuennes
19 July 2005, 10:46 AM
Ash had finished up for the day, carefully wiping his tools clean and neatly placing them in his tool chest when Lt. Ellorrs Losh, his Three Flight Leader, found him.

"Ash, do you have a moment?" He asked.

"Sure, El. What's up?"

By way of reply, Losh held out a datapad to Ash, who took it and began scanning. His face lit up in a smile, and he handed it back, saying, "Congratulations Captain Losh. I hate to lose you, but you're overdue for your own squadron."

"This is your doing?" Losh asked.

"Well, I put a 'Recommend' on your promotion, and the General Endorsed it, but I had no idea something would come through so fast. When do you ship out?"

"Tomorrow. There's a newly-formed squadron waiting for me in 2nd Fleet, based on one of the new MC-90 cruisers." Losh told him.

Ash whistled appreciatively. MC-90s were the newest, top-of-the-line Mon Cal cruisers, fast, maneuverable, and deadly.

"Well," he said, "it looks like a party tonight! I'll get cleaned up and tell the squadron, and we'll send you off in style."

Darth_Meane
19 July 2005, 11:07 AM
...after finishing her meal at the mess she looked at the time.
okay, the holocron keeps trying to teach me to reflect upon my actions and learn from my mistakes... she thought to herself while taking a sip from a cup of jawa juice "what mistakes...I'm perfect" she said to herself out loud trying to convince herself...

okay, there was that Cap by the Banta... but he completely overreacted! I was just a new flight officer asking for directions... she took another sip of the juice

but... I did lay it on a bit thick there...didn't I? Well I guess this means just another trip to a CO's office, when will I ever learn...Caps are usually no fun! she finished her drink but he was cute though...even when he was mad she took out her trey and handed it over to a cleaning droid.

well you know the saying Sara, when an unavoidable fight is coming your way...attack! As the best defense is an offense... she made a strained face as if she was trying to pull herself physically in one or the other direction well I better go face the music, hope the Cap's got some sense of humor...he, he... not likely! "well here goes..."

She nodded her head heading for the flightdeck to see if Ash was anywhere to be found there...

Ash DuQuennes
19 July 2005, 12:34 PM
Ash returned to his quarters, stripped out of his dirty, grimy clothes, and hit the shower, making sure to scrub all the crud out from under his fingernails.

Dressing in a clean pair of duty-fatigues, and affixing his Captian's rank tabs on his collar, he sat down at his terminal and pulled up a copy of Ellorrs' orders, reading them carefully. He was contemplating who he was going to promote up to Three Flight Leader when he noticed a fresh message in his "in" box, and pulled it up in a separate window.

Reading the message, he thought, Well, that solves that problem; I'm getting a new Lieutenant.

Ash had mixed feeling about that. He firmly believed in "promoting from within," as way of encouraging unit cohesion. People were often more willing to "follow" someone they knew and respected.

Then again, there was also the ages-old problem of promoting "one of the guys" over his or her comrades, where the previously "equal" members of a unit had a hard time adjusting to their "new" superior.

That particular problem hadn't yet reared it's ugly head to any degree in Bantha Squadron; Ash made it publicly clear to the entire squadron that any recently promoted squadron member had his full support and confidence, and that put a stopper on most of the hard feelings (if any). The only instance of it so far had been Puck getting slightly bent out-of-shape over Ellorrs' being named Squadron XO, and even then, it was an extremely minor example of the problem.

Still, Ash decided to go ahead and "up" Puck to Squadron XO, and name his new Flight Leader the Squadron Operations Officer. That way the new Flight Leader would shake down fast as he read and absorbed the Squadron SOP, and learned how Ash ran things in Bantha Squadron.

Ash commed the pilot's lounge, getting the Steward's Mate currently on duty, to make sure that there was a good "Dinner & Drinks" menu laid out, even forwarding some of his own credits to lay on some special foods and alcohols.

He wanted to make sure he sent his best friend on to his new command in style.

Darth_Meane
19 July 2005, 12:49 PM
Sara-Cen stood for second looking around for Cpt. DuQennes, but he was nowhere to be found well that solves that she thought to herself and approached the Deck Officer telling him, she had been looking for Ash.

He looked at her with surprise in his eyes "are you sure that's a good idea?", he asked well aware how much trouble she was in "sure... just tell him I've been looking, Sara-Cen Tara... he knows who I am..." "THAT he does...", the deckofficer mumbled to himself and Sara-Cen headed for her own quarters, hoping to resolve the matter as soon as possible, so it wouldn't interefere in case of combat... all she could do is wait... either for her CO to react - and then hell will fall upon her or Ash would react... with the same result...

Vanger Chevane
19 July 2005, 02:28 PM
Got the IC & OOC windows mixed up, will replace with a real IC post in a bit.



We now return you to your regularly scheduled mayhem :P

Darth_Meane
19 July 2005, 02:45 PM
After a long day, Sara-Cen sits by the window of her chamber looking at the stars passing by...

She knew, it'll be a good idea to get some sleep... one could never know when the extra hours of shut-eye might come in handy...

so let's do a stat for the day... pissed a Cap off, fixed my saber...and found the mess + bar... not bad for a first day she thought to herself, even though it would have been nice to connect a face to my own cap...but that comes, as soon as Cap' Ash has reported my little "indiskretion"... IF he reports it...

Ris
19 July 2005, 03:37 PM
OOPSY! What Vanger said.

Darth_Meane
19 July 2005, 04:23 PM
Sara-Cen kept looking at the stars outside from her window... There were millions, billions of shining dots shining from billions of kilometers away...
She felt a certain unrest inside, she had tried to meditate it away but it just seemed to remain there... nagging like thorn twisting in her side. what is this? she thought to herself as she sat up straight in her bed, still tired from the lack of sleep why can't I sleep? she had feeling deep in her heart, she hadn't felt before.
The last two years she hadn't spent two nights the same place, always on the move never settling down. But strangely, she didn't feel compelled to leave anytime soon, in fact she wanted to stay...

She jumped out of bed and slipped into her black-leathered flightsuit and walked into the corridor to find the mess hall. Not just to feed or justbecause she was thirsty for a drink... she wanted to see some faces of her new comrades in arms... her squadron. A sensation that startled her a bit, but still felt natural to her...

Ash DuQuennes
19 July 2005, 04:38 PM
Ash was pondering how to get the word out about the party this evening when an idea struck him. Comming the Bridge, Ash got the Duty Officer, and told her what he had in mind. Getting her approval (she patched him into the Pride's ship-wide PA system), he announced:

"Attention, your Attention please. All Bantha and Tempest personnel are cordially invited to the Pilot's Lounge at 1900 hours for dinner and drinks, by way of celebrating the promotion of Lieutenant Ellorrs Losh to the rank of Captain, and his assignment to assume command of a fighter squadron in 2nd Fleet. That is all."

Darth_Meane
19 July 2005, 04:56 PM
Great! A party! Sara-Cen said to herself with a smile... this oughta be good...I don't know his the lucky fellow is, but as long as there's booze and lots o' merry people... I'm game I haven't been to a party in months she walked into a busy hangardeck, heading straight for her own X-Wing, that to her stood like a lone majesty on the hangardeck amongst the other X's.
"so I better find you a name of a sorts..." she smiled by the thought of flying her own X-wing into combat... of course she had her own Eta-2, but it wasn't really the same as the legendary X-wing... The Destroyer of Death Star 1, the vessel of the Luke Skywalker...

well as soon as command learns of my jedi abilities, they'd ground me for sure. Perhaps even arrange an interview with the master himself... her heart conflicted for even though she admired Master Skywalker and his deeds, she found him a bit too much of a "goody-two-shoes" but who am I to critise...? Anyways I need to lower my profile immediately, before they begin examining my files and see that my jedi training is not logged anywhere.. if they find out I'd be grounded, shipped off to Dantooine or worse... and all I wanna do is fly...

PsychoInfiltrator
19 July 2005, 05:22 PM
A quizical look appears on Korto's face. Why is he scared-I just said 'hello' and asked if he was flying with us. ... I've been accused of being antisocial-I know I am a loner (automatic thought){bloody telbun aptitude test-sentencing me to-} Korto cuts off his thought mid-thought. Regaining his composure, he turns and abandons the uncertain weakling? scaled alien and visited the mess hall, then he went to the sims.

Hmmm...Select Mission...This one looks nice. Its marked new. "Solo Mission 0803-Transport Eliminate" Better check its description. "On a routine customs mission, you scan a freighter, suddenly, a half dozen TIE Bombers fly out of the freighter and decimate your squadron with concussion. You must kill the bombers within the time limit before an expected Imperial Task Force arrives. Secondary Objective: Destroy/Disable the transport." Hmm...Sounds somewhat familiar. Their were fewer enemies, and some other stuff was different-but maybe somebody got creative on my sensor data. I think I'll try it.
Korto spends a litttle more than an hour, playing and replaying the mission. Then he randomly selects other missions, hoping to find an enjoyable or challenging one that isn't out of his league or below his level.

(Fast Forward)

Korto finally tires of simming, and exits, just in time to hear the announcement about the party.

"I guess I should go. Congratulate the guy mayhaps. I wonder if he was a Tempest or a Charging Bantha pilot. I really need to meet the rest of the squadron, especially three flight. And the General will hopefully be there. I need to talk to him. ...hmmm..wonder if R2-J9 has had any success?


R2-J9
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R2-J9 spent his time toodling around looking for people who could help get him a real name and familiarizing himself with the ship. Of the first he had no success-maintenance droids ignored him, and a protocol droid snubbed him, and none of the pilots even acknowledged his presence.

Even with his stylish blue lightning on black paint job, he now just, somehow, looked forlorn and lost. After hearing the announcement, he decided to attend the party. maybe someone would be nice to him there...

Darth_Meane
19 July 2005, 05:55 PM
on the way to the party, Sara-Cen see a man walking in the same direction. She got a strange feeling she had seen him somewhere before, not recently... that guy... it can't be she stepped up to him it is...Korto of the Tales of Wrath... but that was years ago

"Excuse me... aren't you Korto Krono?!?" she asked the stranger...

LordSei
19 July 2005, 06:06 PM
srry messed up

PsychoInfiltrator
19 July 2005, 06:16 PM
Korto freezes mid-step, unsure at to whether he recognized the voice.
He turned and saw the woman in a slave's clothing.

(Guardedly, slightly frostedly) "Yesss..." Who would recognize me here? Only Korto's mercenary years and limited telbun diplomatic training stopped him from outwardly freaking out. Inwardly he was suddenly rather defensive. He knew waht most masters used female slaves for, and he was disgusted by it, generally avoiding slaves. Still, especially in his early years on the low side of pirate hierarchy he had helped several slaves, and was social with most, and there had been mutually beneficial information sharing regarding crimelord's moods and upcoming operations, demotions, and executions. Some slaves had even helped him while he was still young and relatively naive. Could this be one of them-he wasn't sure.

Darth_Meane
19 July 2005, 06:25 PM
this is odd Sara-Cen thought while thinking to the best of her abilities, trying to put a place on the face I know his name, but...and again it could be just another force-quirk... she smiled then it struck her "say have you ever visited the compound of Toralla the hutt?", she asked rather cautiously...she could be mistaken though.
"you propably don't remember m... Sara-Cen Tara...", she said handing out a hand..."I was an...ehm...exotic dancer dancer...there", she looked at Korto to see if there was any reaction to these news...

LordSei
19 July 2005, 06:35 PM
B]Sei[/B]
Sei finally got up out of bed looked over at his alarm!SithSpawn! It was 12 o'clock He'd spent all night on the sims and didnt much care for a party because he had been in some trouble at the last one hed been to. He needed to report to his Co second day on the job youve already screwed up howd he let himself sleep in? He put on his flightsuit and headed for the flight deck.
When he got there he saw no one except a tech officer. He went over to him "excuse me can you you tell me where everyone is?" He said looking confused.
"Um well i don't know both squadrons are on leave..."
He interupted"What! Well I guess that'd explain why everyone isnt here. Hmm thanks!" he said to the tech and ran off to the mess hall.
Once there he saw a strange looking alien whose speices he didnt recognize talking to another member of the squadron. He got into the food line and got some food.When he was done he heard over the p.a. another party he figured he should go to this one to get to know his squadmates.
He headed to the bar when he was ordering a drink an R2 came up and bumped him in the leg."Whoa! Hey there kinda spooked me whosever droid you are should call you spook." He headed over to a booth and started thinking wheres my R2 at? I gotta get on track.
[ooc:spook should be R2-J9]

coldskier0320
19 July 2005, 06:36 PM
After talking with Morec for a few minutes about the X-wings and Corellia, the announcement for the party came over the flight deck's loudspeaker.

"Well how about that!", Terent smiles broadly, "I think I'm gonna like this squadron. Hell, the 8063rd was doing good if we partied once every three months! Wonder who all is going?"

Terent was wondering alright, but not necessarily who all. More like who, in particular. Maybe I should comm Zarya, see if she's planning on attending...

He's thinking this, when an attentive blurt pops up from Jane, at his side. Looking where she indicated, he agrees, "Yeah, I know that one too, though I don't remember seeing his pilot last night."

A lone black R2 unit with blue lightning bolts could be seen about 10 meters of flight deck away, seemingly wandering aimlessly. Wondering what was going on, Terent called out to the little droid.

"Hey! Bolts! Yeah you, get over here!", smiling as the little droid made its approach, Terent asked it, "So, your, uh, your pilot...think he'll go to this party? He missed all the fun last night, where was he?".

A non-committal reply from the droid wasn't enough to deter Indayce, "Yeah, well I don't know what to tell ya there, Bolts, I can't say that I'd like spending the evening up in the nest either. Think of it this way, though, Jane here knows the hottest, cleanest oil bath on the ship. If you talk your pilot into coming to the party, you get to soak, with interesting conversation like Jane, here to boot. Huh? You were gonna go to the party?! Well yeah...I...uh...I guess that's cool. Well, see you there! C'mon Jane."

With that the pilot and the droid leave the flight deck, with Terent smiling and thanking the deck officer for such a pleasant visit. An amiable bleep from Jane punctuated his friendly comment.

"No, Jane", Terent added as the walked, "I don't know what that droid'll do at a party. But I hope he has fun. Heck, I didn't even get his name..."

PsychoInfiltrator
19 July 2005, 06:42 PM
KOrto mentally rolled his eyes. He knew he recognized here from somewhere.
"Unwilling slave maybe a touch more blunt, but I think allows one to avoid the 'embarassed' runaround that usually accompanies such conversations."
"I see your social status has increased significantly...are you a pilot, perhaps? Tempest Squadron?"
Korto's sudden curiousity allows the fact that Sara-Cen's hand is in front of her to completely escape his notice. The fact is, Tempest Twelve's death has been forgotten.
"And if I may ask, why do you still wear a slave's clothes?"
Bloody...the answer's obvious. She probably hasn't been free long enough to get a proper wardrobe.

Darth_Meane
19 July 2005, 07:11 PM
"well when you're running, you don't really have time to shop you know..." she laughed "and I've been running sinceI skipped my last master 18 months ago... all the way to Coruscant where I joined starfighter command..." nice to see a somewhat familiar face she thought as they walked on

"and yes, I'm with the Tempest Squadron...I'm 10" she looks at him with concentrated eyes as she can feel the death of a comrade weighing upon his shoulders he's suppressing it...they couldn't have been THAT then she thought as they entered the party together

"hey ya think I'm dressed for the occassion?" she laughed to her comrade in arms while thinking that's one down..., let's find the others! It would be rather nice getting to know the others before we engage. And again...if we don't know the others, we won't mourn their deaths

Drendar Morevo
19 July 2005, 07:15 PM
He heard the announcement over the PA system... Well that's Ash for you... using the PA system for 'unofficial' announcements. Ah well I guess it's all right, nothing really against it in regulations.

He started down the hall towards the mess and heard the conversation between Lieutennant Krono and the new flight officer, her name was Tera he remembered.

Time to have some fun with the pilots... "ATTENTION!", he boomed in his best officer voice. He waltzed over and looked them both over before continuing."New pilots getting along well I see... You two know each other?" a pause and he turned to Korto, "Lietennant Krono, I believe Captain Stennic is looking for you."

He turned his attention to the somewhat shocked looking, yet still stunning, woman before him "Where are my manners, I am General Drendar Morevo, commander of this vessel. You are the newest pilot to join the squadron, yes? And Please be 'at ease', flight officer Tera. You too, Lieutennant Krono."

Ash DuQuennes
19 July 2005, 07:26 PM
Ash arrived a full hour early for the party, mostly just to check and see if the Stewards had things in hand, and wound up helping them set up chairs and move tables around. While they appreciated the help with the lifting, they firmly if politely declined Ash's offer to put on an apron and help out in the galley; Ash was known as a notoriously lousy cook since he almost set his quarters on fire boiling water for a dehydrated meal pack.

Seeing that the liquor table was already set up, Ash christened a cup with his pick of poison, lit a nicostick, and waited for others to show up, which they began doing in short order.

Most of the early arrivals were Banthas, and they too decided that the liquor table needed to be "broke in proper." But they were followed by more-and-more people as the time drew nearer. Ellors showed up to, still wearing his Lieutenants insignia, which was fine. Ash had a fresh pair of Captain's insignia in his tunic pockets, and intended a bit of a Promotion Ceremony during the dinner.

Rostek
19 July 2005, 08:11 PM
Calo was awoken most jarringly by Cold at 0850.
"Gee- thanks." the pilot muttered as he made for the fresher to shower properly.
'Any messages?" he askes the R2, who rattled off the variety of messages that the Captain had recieved.

"I see- well, I suppose I'd better hurry to make my appointment with Flight Officer Kazim,-" the droid blooped disapprovingly, "-Sorry, K'zk" he said, adjusting his pronunciation to the correct form.

Calo exited the shower and took Cold's proffered towel.
"Duty calls- even during leave, I guess." Calo observed with a laugh.
"I'll catch up to Duke later- if I've properly judged his type, he's either in the quartermaster's office requisitioning new equipment for his squadron or working on his damn ship." he added with a chuckle.
Can't blame a man for loving the ship he trusts his life to he thought, still smiling.
Donning his fatigues, Calo exits his room and turns for the cafeteria, with Cold in tow. The droid blats, and Calo turns to find his Academy ring in the extended grasper claw of his droid.
"Thanks." he muttered, taking and quickly slipping on the ring. The droid allowed himself a self-satisfied titter and contined behind his master.
Calo arrived 10 minutes early to eat some breakfast- when K'zk and his curious-looking droid enter, Calo motions for them to sit down.
To the droid he adds- "Don't bother with the screen, I understand binary just fine."
"So, Mr. K'zk... I understand you have been assigned to my squadron. I'm sure it will be a pleasure. Ahem-" Calo pauses. "You have been slotted as Tempest Two, so you will be flying my wing." waiting for and (presumeably) getting his respose, the Captain continues.
"So- I suppose my main concern is the language barrier. I've read enough about your species to know you are capable, physically, of speaking Basic. So, here's my first order- you are to take Basic lessons. Either schedule some language lessons with the ship's Personnel Office, or requisition some datatape lessons from that office. While I recommend taking the lessons- I've always found one-on-one communication much easier to learn by, but the decision rests with you.
For the time being, I'd like you to have the techs install a translator program to you're fighter's comm system so that you can speak with the rest of the squad without resorting to datascreens."
If there's nothing else, Calo gets up and extends his hand to K'zk- "Well, I think that's about it. I recommend meeting your fellow pilots, they seem a rather fun bunch."

After the meeting, Stennic seeks out Duke, only to hear the announcment of the party over the intercomm-
I guess I'll catch him there he thought.
I suppose I'll need to talk to the General about the rearrangment of the squad. I'd better get Krono and Zeelas in there for it too,
He's previously unofficially informed Zeelas of his plan to name him Three Flight Leader. Krono would- understandibly, as far as Calo was concered- be upset with the change.
Calo couldn't blame the former pilot for being upset- though he was confident the General would back his authority to organize his squadron as he saw fit.
Calo enters the room just in time to catch the General speaking to his pilots.
Sithspit- I'll just bet the other one's my pilot too.
"General- I see you're enjoying the company of my pilot- or as I suspect pilots ?" he asks in a manner that sounds a lot like resignation.
"On another note- I need to speek to you, Mr. Krono here, and Lieutenant Zeelas in private regarding a unrelated issue."

Vanger Chevane
19 July 2005, 08:11 PM
Vooko & Zarya


OOC: Good Grief! Y'all jumped 2 days here! Now I need to jump thru my butt to cover the rest...

Written & collabrated with Ris via IM, posted with her permission.

After finishing the meal with Renei, checking his Chrono he was mildly surprised at the lateness of the hour. "I've really enjoyed your company, but I've got a lot to check up on tomorrow. I'd enjoy sharing some downtime with you again."

He stands, takes her hand, and kisses it, as he'd been raised a Proper Gentleman would. "Thank you for brightening my evening." Releasing it, he gives her a semiformal bow, and departs for his Solo Quarters, atypical for his rank. Once there he puts in requests for the Personnel Files of the pilots assigned to his Flight, and for the full review of the past battle, then quickly goes to sleep.

The next morning, waking at a reasonable hour (instead of his habitually early one), after a luxurious trip through the 'Fresher, he calls up the personnel data and any pending messages on the holoplate mercifully built into his desk. Zarya had long ago shown him the methods & benefits of a fully three-dimendional data browsing experience.

Perusing the records, Korto’s a hot hand, we’re pretty closely matched skill-wise. His piratical background and chilly demeanor doesn't exactly inspire trust, hopefully he can earn that quickly enough and be part of the team.


Approaching what her datapad says is Lt. Zeelas' door, she sees an R2 parked outside.
"Hey, what's the matter, fellow? You lost?" (Mournful tone) "Who's droid are you? Do you know where you're supposed to be?" The droid turns its head to point it's Main Eye straight at the metal hatch, emits another moan then looks back at Zarya, somehow managing to look expectant.

"You're Lt. Zeelas' droid, huh, that what you're telling me?" (affirmative chirp) "OK, lemme by so I can chime the door," Zarya smiles down at the droid, & steps around to touch the door-chime.

As the chime sounds, Vooko looks up from the miniature holosim of the battle at the hatchway "Come."
Zarya tries to step through, but is cut off by the R2, which cheeps in annoyance as it rolls up and parks right beside the desk.

"Hey, Big Brother," she grinned at Vooko. "Didja lose an R2--it says so." Zarya, as she had when they were kids, flops on her brother's bunk without an invite, looking at the sim. "That the mission?"

Vooko can't help but smile. "Seems so, spose it needs a name other than Hey You. Been going over the Daily Data - Korto's got a new wing coming in..." the pad pings, then switches to Sara-Cen's file...glancing at it, he chuckles. Sarcasticly, "Dye Korto's hair & we can be Red Flight". As he scans further, his cheer evaporates. "Korto seems Antisocial, maybe a bit rough round the edges, and now his wing has a record of chronic insolence. Looking over at Zarya helplessly "Thank The Way you're not some kind of Misfit too." Semi-jokingly "Are you?"

Zary responded warmly, "You're my first, best friend. I've spent more time around you than any other person in the universe. To some, that could be considered evidence of Misfit-hood..." She gave him that wink. "But not to anyone who counts." With an indulgent tone she continued " Hey, I got a question, Flight Leader. Do I haveta salute & call you 'Sir,' Sir?" Vooko chuckles, "Only when you have to. At least I know somebody in this squad..."

"Yeah, I only know you & one other guy. I was hoping you could tell me about some of the others. I hope this is a better squadron. My old one was a mess after that scandal." "Most of the 'old-timers' who wheren't implicated acted as if they blamed me for it being discovered--and I wasn't there for most of it & didn't know what was going on any sooner than anyone else did."

"Wait." She sat up and surprise rode freely upon her face. "You don't know anyone in your own squad?! I know I got sent straight out to Replacement, but didn't you train together?"

"Not really. Initial Training involves teaching people to fly and work together, stuff we grew up with and I have yet to get here. Instead I got pushed through an informal prep course for SACAL School."
Starfighter Advanced Combat And Leadership - basically Starfighter Command's version of Top Gun ;)

Zarya mock-jealously punched him in the shoulder, "Rogues College? Oooh, you get all the breaks!" "Actually you did. But aside from meals, Inspections, and Formation Drills it was tough enough that I barely saw anyone. I was sweating it 18 to 20 hours a day, and there wasn't any mercy."

Her voice grew much more serious "What about your wing?" Vooko brings the battlesim back up. "I got split from him by capship fire, (indicating the R2 parked almost at his knee) and Smoothie here was having a fit. Did everything I could to get back to him" and sparing the R2 a hard glance "and into The Zone." The R2 replies with an electronic raspberry. Vooko's shoulders slump in defeat "But all it sums up to is I couldn't cover my Wing, and he got vaped."

Zarya, watching the sim play notices something odd. "Hey, back that up a bit. Hold it there." Poking and pulling inside the projection she selects and zooms in on the view she wants. "Play it slow and watch what happens. Pause. See here, You're blocked in front by turbolasers, but they're shooting behind Twelve. This TIE here has a good line across both Nine and Ten's engines, but doesn't take the shot hitting or even disabling one or both snubs." Vooko leans in, curiously studying the scene.

"Step forward. There, pause. Here you've been given effectively no choice but to turn into the 'Vette, Twelve can't follow without eating a lot of Hot Light. His attempt to evade and recover leaves a beautiful shot for the Bubble Boy, who is set up almost perfectly in a..yep, blind spot by ignoring the good shot he had before."

Taking it all in, Vooko says contemplatively "That TIE wouldn't have passed on the first shot unless he knew in advance what was gonna happen." Suddenly his face and voice harden. "This wasn't unfortunate, we were set up."

"Exactly. You think anyone else noticed this?" Vooko stands quickly and pulls the card with the sim on it from the holoplate & tucks it into a pocket of his jumpsuit. "Dunno, but this needs to be passed up the line. Don't wanna lose someone else as they weren't warned."

Zarya stands and stretches "Go on ahead, " and with that Wrath of Mom tone "but you will give me proper credit, right?"

Picking her up in a hug and swinging her through the open hatchway, he sets her down and kisses her on the cheek. "Believe it."

As Vooko jogs down the hall, with the R2 hot on his heels, he hears Zarya yell at him mock-threateningly "You'd better!"

Drendar Morevo
19 July 2005, 08:34 PM
Originally posted by Rostek
Calo enters the room just in time to catch the back end of the general's outburst.
Sithspit- I'll just bet the other one's my pilot too.
"General- may I inquire as to what my pilot- or as I suspect pilots have done?" he asks in a manner that sounds a lot like resignation.
"On another note- I need to speek to you, Mr. Krono here, and Lieutenant Zeelas in private regarding a unrelated issue."

"Ah. Captain Stennic, I was just speaking to a pair of your pilots." he motioned towards Flight Officer Tera,"I was just introducing myself to her. She is in no trouble." He thought a minute. "Lieutennant Krono... continue with your conversation, don't let me stop you. Captain Stennic, if you need to speak with him go ahead."

"But what is this private matter you need settled?"

(EDIT: OOC: Is that better?)

Vanger Chevane
20 July 2005, 12:30 AM
Vooko

Jogging down the hall and thumbing through his datapad trying to locate Calo, the R2 stops at a cross corridor then squeals indignantly at Vooko.

Stopping & turning to look at the driod, says somewhat annoyed "What?" It bleeps out a series of tones. Vooko holds out the datapad, clearing the display for an incoming transmission. "Try Again?"

FO Tara is in the Landing Bay. "Right, quickest route?" Follow me.


Chasing the R2 through the corridors & lift tubes Really needs a name..., Vooko looks around the bay, Blast! She's not here.

Not realizing he's still wearing a well-worn and comfortable Mechanic's Shipsuit - one that's recently had all the pips, tabs, and patches added to it identifying him as a Starfighter Pilot - catches one of the flight crew.

"Hey, have ya seen a new pilot round?" The tech barely glanced at Vooko, and seeing the shipsuit, likely mistook him for another crewer. "Quite a looker, she hassled Duke a bit then left." Looking over at the Batntha's CO, Vooko can tell he's still fuming. Great! I'll probly hear about this later... "Any idea where she went?" "Heard Duke growl something bout the Armory." "Thanks." "No problem."

Armory...can't say i'm not getting my Daily Exercise in.

As he walked back the the exit, the R2 burbled an inquiry. "Next stop, Armory." The R2 bleeped, turned, and trundled down the corridor, with Vooking following.

Finally arriving at the right hatch, his frustration grows. "Locked up tight." Looking at what he now thought of as His R2 "Now what" New Assault Concussion Missiles have arrived recently. I calculate an 82 percent chance the Armorer is there. Vooko sighs, then waves the pad toward the droid. "Lead on."


Finally reaching the right bay with sore feet, Blazing Suns, this ship sure doesn't look nearly this huge on the outside. he spots the Armory Chief insecting the innards of, and swearing at, the new missiles. "Where does Procurement get these things, Jawa Incorprated?!?" Walking up the Commander, "Scuse me sir." Without removing his head from the missile "Son, give that fin there a tug" "Yessir." "Chief, lock this down for me." The Maintenance Chief gives Vooko an apologetic look, then sets about his task. After about an hour or so working over the missiles, he'd gained the trust and cameraderie of the rest of the team after proving his membership in the Galactic Brotherhood of Technicians, and the R2's help was greatly appreciated as well.

"You wanted something?" "Yessir, a while ago you might have dealt with a new pilot." Chief: "Hand me that spanner." The Commander chuckles while the chief locks down the hatch on the last Missile, "Son, half the pilots around here are new." "I understand that, but I've been heard this one's quite...fetching. I'd like to know what she wanted from the Armory." For the first time in over an hour Commander Correington really looks at Vooko.

"Sithspit son, I thought you were one of my crew." Vooko blushes a bit "Well sir, Mom taught me to Turn My Own 'Spanner and help out as much as reasonable." The Chief announces "Well, that's the last one." "Hmmm...she wanted an emitter." "For?" "A lightsabre of all things." With a much-put-upon look on his face, "Chief, got anything for a headache? Hefting the heavy Hydrospanner, he jokingly replies "Sure, but you'll feel a lot worse after you wake up." The Armorer then asks, "Why do you ask?" "Sir, she's supposed to be my pilot, and has yet to check in." "I wish I could help, but I have no idea." "Thank you sir."


Leaving the Armory, Vooko looks at his R2. Helpful little bugger, needs a good name. Can you check to see if she's been quartered yet? It will take some time. "Like we've anything better to do." After a few minutes of wandering down the corridors, the R2 bleeps, then transmits the location & details of Sara-Cen's Room Assingment. Vooko reads it and chuckles. "Next Waypoint."

After a day of nothing but dead ends, Vooko is frazzled and a bit wan-looking. After trying the door chime, he hangs his head in defeat. "Spose you wouldn't have her comlink code?" No. "Of course not, too easy."


"Attention, your Attention please. All Bantha and Tempest personnel are cordially invited to the Pilot's Lounge at 1900 hours for dinner and drinks, by way of celebrating the promotion of Lieutenant Ellorrs Losh to the rank of Captain, and his assignment to assume command of a fighter squadron in 2nd Fleet. That is all."

Might as well see if I can catch Calo there, and maybe this FO Tera...if nothing else Duke should check out the sim and I haven't had anything to eat other than two cups of watery Caf all day. "Lounge it is."

Guided by his Faithful R2, haggard and looking a bit ill, Vooko finally catches up to the elusive Ms. Tera, and Korto. Uh-oh, the General's talking to Calo...could this day possibly get any worse? Walking up behind Sara-Cen, giving Korto a nod, he semi-jokingly says to her "You ought to have checked in with Calo or myself before getting settled in. If you prefer staying with the Shuttle Drivers, I'm sure arrangements can be made."

Darth_Meane
20 July 2005, 06:55 AM
"ATTENTION!", General Morevo boomed in his best officer voice. He waltzed over and looked them both over before continuing

Sara-Cen, still caught up with the conversation snapped out of it facing the direction immediately reckognizing the General's bars on the adressor so this gotta be General Morevo. She stood for second then the message got clear bloody hell, better stand attention and she did as ordered...


New pilots getting along well I see... You two know each other?"

"Sir? Well not really..." she smiled a bit puzzled by the General's mannerism he seems... nice? I've never met a "nice" General before


"Lietennant Krono, I believe Captain Stennic is looking for you."
The General turned his attention to the somewhat frightened looking, yet still stunning, woman before him "Where are my manners, I am General Drendar Morevo, commander of this vessel. You are the newest pilot to join the squadron, yes? And Please be 'at ease', flight officer Tera, you too Lieutennant Krono"

"thanks sir..." she sighed and relaxed in her usual casual posture I felt a cramp coming there from all that "attentioning" b]"and yes, Flightofficer Morevo reporting as ordered"[/b]


[QUOTE]
""Ah. Captain Stennic, I was just speaking to a pair of your pilots." he motioned towards Flight Officer Tera,"I was just introducing myself to her. She is in no trouble." He thought a minute. "Lieutennant Krono... continue with your conversation, don't let me stop you. Captain Stennic, if you need to speak with him go ahead."

"But what is this private matter you need settled?"

PsychoInfiltrator
20 July 2005, 08:11 AM
Drendar, what the bloody is going on!?!

Where are you getting the idea that he's disrespecting Sara-Cen Tara? He's being bloody social. Read between the lines and you'll see that he is nigh falling head over heels!

He's unorthodox, perhaps, and he made a verbal slip, but he intends no disrespect!

To sum up my post: WHAT IS GOING ON HERE???


EDIT: Fixed spelling of Drendar. And I think (yet again) I have been misinterpreted. If I had been able to finish the conversation...but I was dog tired.

Drendar Morevo
20 July 2005, 08:30 AM
Originally posted by PsychoInfiltrator
Drendar, what the bloody is going on!?!

Where are you getting the idea that he's disrespecting Sara-Cen Tara? He's being bloody social. Read between the lines and you'll see that he is nigh falling head over heels!

He's unorthodox, perhaps, and he made a verbal slip, but he intends no disrespect!

To sum up my post: WHAT IS GOING ON HERE???


EDIT: Fixed spelling of Drendar. And I think (yet again) I have been misinterpreted. If I had been able to finish the conversation...but I was dog tired.

In that case I must have been misinterpreting your language. I apologize... but unfortuantely at this point due to the posts concerning... Unless you want us all to edit our posts due a misunderstanding, which will take all of five minutes.

Ok GM's decision. If you have a problem with it you can bring it up in PM.

-I am going to change what was said to Lieutennant Krono. I would LIKE it if you all changed your posts to reflect was has been edited in. Like I said... it should take about five minutes to go in, delete and retype.

PsychoInfiltrator
20 July 2005, 08:38 AM
Thankyou Drendar. You can now disregard the PM I forwarded to you. Oh, and Ash has an idea for you.

PsychoInfiltrator
20 July 2005, 08:57 AM
Korto uncharacteristically smiles, then flashes a 'jokish' (can't think of proper word) salute.
"...oops..."
And promptly redoes the salute, with the proper hand.
"Pirates generally aren't big on salutes," he says, in an amiable tone.
"Captain, you had something to talk to me about?"
While Korto is practising saluting, R2-J9 rolls into the hallway, headed for Korto, with an electronic sigh indicating that he had had no success. Korto turns towards Sara-Cen
"Sara-Cen, could you do me a big favour? Could you take R2-J9 to the party and find a protocol droid or somebody who understands binary? He needs a proper name, and neither of us have come up with one."
Korto turns back towards Stennic, his face becoming suddenly a bit serious as he spots the look on Stennic's face.
"Is this about Twelve?" he asks, dejection showing on his face, then a spark of anger, likely directed towards Twelve's killer.

Drendar Morevo
20 July 2005, 09:04 AM
The Ships cook, a Verpine named Zeensaraii, was a masterchef in the highest sense of the word. Captain DuQuennes was the LAST person he wanted in his kitchen.
"Quite all right captain... if you don't want to cook that is of course fine by me."

"I was thinking a big dewback steak grill for a touch of home for your pilots. I can make it so tender and succulent you'd swear you could eat it with a spoon."

"I assure you captain, tonights festivities will go off without a hitch."

"Is it true though captain that you will be bringing in two of the recreational simulators for connection to the main holoprojector? That should INDEED be a treat. But I still think my food will be better." He managed a smile with those last few words.

Darth_Meane
20 July 2005, 09:22 AM
"Sara-Cen, could you do me a big favour? Could you take R2-J9 to the party and find a protocol droid or somebody who understands binary? He needs a proper name, and neither of us have come up with one."

"sure..." she turned to the R2 droid "follow me..." they walked down the isle "so, you two go way back or...? the droid bleeped binary what am I doing? talking to a freaking atromech droid? she thought as they arrived to the party together. The first thing she did was searching for a protocoldroid and there...in the far corner of the mess stood a C3-series droid she called the C3 to her

"how may I be of service ma'am..." it said and looked at the R2-J9 "well I'm not sure... but I think this little fellow needs a name the C3 looked at Sara-Cen rather surprised "and I need a drink... so keep an eye on J9 for me, will ya?" she moved a step or two forward "how about Jinn?" she asked the droid "after Master Qui-Gon Jinn... and it does resembles your callsign...you could at least suggest it to your master" she looked around heading for the bar and a pack of pilots

"Hi there boys... are we drinking tonight?" the bartender droid served a brandy "make mine a double hon'... " she smiled at droid that filled up an extra doze "then let's get to it!" Sara-Cen washed down her drink and ordered another...

PsychoInfiltrator
20 July 2005, 09:32 AM
R2-J9 wasn't kidding when he'd 'told' Korto that he had had no success. He'd heard of an R2 named Bolts, any he wanted an individual name. Spook was a good name, but He didn't want to be a ghost. And he didn't want to name himself after a Jedi he'd never heard of. Most R2s had a name based on their designator. His was J9.

The 3PO unit asked R2-J9 if he wanted t talk to someone, and R2-J9 indicated that he wanted to find somebody with rank. So the observent 3PO droid led R2-J9 to the liquor table for a meeeting with Captain DuQuennes.

(I hope that's all right, Ash.)

Ash DuQuennes
20 July 2005, 11:22 AM
The Ship's cook, a Verpine named Zeensaraii, was a masterchef in the highest sense of the word. Captain DuQuennes was the LAST person he wanted in his kitchen.

"Is it true though captain that you will be bringing in two of the recreational simulators for connection to the main holoprojector? That should INDEED be a treat. But I still think my food will be better." He managed a smile with those last few words.

Ash never skipped a beat. "Uhm. Yeah. Sure."

He excused himself, acted like he was circulating, and discretely told his pilots Quinlan Tam and Amee Konarr to go raid the Rec Room for a game box, several controllers, and a few games, specifically Starfall, a starfighter-simulation combat game.

Ash surveyed the assembled revelers, taking note of who was there and who was not (yet, hopefully) when he spotted FO Tara.

Yowza! That flight suit is just downright naughty, and made to put evil thoughts into the minds of men. So's the body currently filling it. And I bet she knows it, too, he thought with a smile.

He meandered back over to the bar (if an assembalge of bottles and disposable cups on a table could be called a "bar"), refreshed his drink, and no sooner turned around when he was face-to-faceplate with a protocol droid, with an astromech close behind.

OOC: I'll follow your lead, Psych.

Darth_Meane
20 July 2005, 11:35 AM
Sara-Cen looked around to see if there was something worth the flirt well there's that grumpy Cap...Ash...something...kinda cute, backbone too... she bit her upperlips and sipped her second drink slowly while she scouted the room but nope... we'll at eachother's throats in less than a sec, I reckon

She moves from the bar to the dancefloor and starts dancing on her own to the music from the recreational monitors. Her slim body moves in perfect harmony to the music. Her mind starts to wander off as she gives herself away to the music. She pours down the second drink and starts to dance even more...

PsychoInfiltrator
20 July 2005, 11:53 AM
The R2 unit beeps and whistles, and the protocol droid speaks up.

"R2-J9 says to tell you that his master, Lieutenant Krono, has suggested that he ask around for suggestions for a proper name, as a designator cliumsy and cumbersome. He wishes for a name somehow based on his designator, but needs some ideas. He has assumed that the high ranking officers are highly intelligent and can probably help him"
R2-J9 beeps several more times.
"I know that that's not exactly what you said, but I think it sounds better this way. Intelligent people like big words." (OOC::D )
R2-J9 'looks' at Ash expectantly.

OOC: Possible hint: Ever heard of a J9 series worker drone?

Ris
20 July 2005, 03:40 PM
Vooko's quarters

Zarya mock-jealously punched him in the shoulder, "Rogues College? Oooh, you get all the breaks!"
"Actually you did!"
Zarya smiled at the old joke. Vooko had become Tancredi's back-up pilot ahead of her when she had been badly injured in a crash. She'd still been in the hospital when she'd learned he'd been given the slot because she wouldn't be recovered until well into the season. The nurses and even the 2-1B had been appalled at her brother's remark--but not the Family who'd heard it. They understood the twins--and even the nurses & droid had come around when she'd giggled at Vooko's wisecrack--Zarya was still too sore to laugh--and told him, "Point, Big Brother!"

********
After an afternoon with Six Indayce
Zarya bid her friend good-bye, then headed for her quarters. If Terent thinks I was in the Zone in the standard sims, wait'll the CO okays installing the T-Z upgrades for A simulators. She's submitted the request because she & Vooko needed to practice together.

On her way back she was startled by the announcement of the promotion. Man, I wish that was me--or Vooko. Have our own squadron to lead. And 2 parties in as many nights. Any more & they should rename this ship Pride of Zeltros!

In her quarters, Zarya just made it to her desk in time to answer the comm. It was Six, wanting to know if she was going to the party. "Sure, I am. Shall we meet there?...Hey, do you dance as well as play? I love to dance & it looked like there was room in the lounge."
Zarya took a nap, then got ready for the party.

*************
Pilot's Lounge, just about Party Time
A young woman, her red mane piled on her head & held seemingly by a single clip, steps into the lounge. She's a long sapphire-blue dress with a clinging skirt and strapless top, beneath a sheer blouse of the same shade, shot through with gold threads. The long-sleeved blouse is undone almost all the way down. She looks around, obviously intent on finding someone. When she locates the gentleman, Zarya slips over to the table. "Is this seat free?" she asks Vooko. Then she notices her twin looks totally dragged out. Though her tone is flippant, Vooko can catch the concern that underlay the words. "Vook, are you sick? You look like something that Kel dragged in." She referred to their best friend, the son of their mother's best friend. Zarya'd had a crush on Kelvin that had amused the Team no end. Sharing the memories, Vooko chuckles "It's just been a very interesting day."

Ash DuQuennes
20 July 2005, 04:03 PM
Ash looked steadily into the protocol droid's occular receptors, his incredulity carefully hidden from his face, and took a long pull of whiskey from his glass. Helping droids think up names? he thought to himself, this is definitely turning slightly bizzare. But he remembered one of the pithy sayings of one of his favorite authors, "When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro."

He took a quick peek around to see if General Morevo was within earshot before speaking to the protocol droid.

"So lemme get this straight: it's your contention that high ranking officers are intelligent?"

"Excuse me, sir?" The droid asked, somewhat perplexed.

"And that I'm one of 'em?" Ash asked.

"Of course, sir." It replied.

"I see." Ash said slowly, leaning back a bit and looking off into the distance, as if pondering an important thought.

"Er. See what sir?" The protocol droid looked around, as if searching for something.

Ash turned his attention to the astromech, and asked, "So. J9, huh?" The little droid tootled an affirmative, and Ash continued, "Well, 'Jay' or even 'Jane' are the obvious answers, but...." he drifted off in thought.

J9, J9, what does that sound like? J9....J9.....Jackknife?

"What do you think of Jackknife? Maybe Jack for short? Then again, there's an old song that was pretty popular when my father was my age called 'Mack the Knife,' so you could also go with that, you know, just to be different."

PsychoInfiltrator
20 July 2005, 04:10 PM
"BdOOeep! Beep! Beeoop!"
Protocol droid: "R2-J9 apparently doesn't want anything associated with knives, sir. He has apparently had a bad experience with a mechanic trying to remove the factory-affixed restraining bolt."
"Excuse me, intelligent sir, (OOC::P ) but it occurs to me that there is a worker droid known as the J9 Worker Drone. You probably already know this, but if you have perchance forgotten, it might be helpful in the search for a name."
(OOC: No, Ash isn't drunk: or if he is, this isn't a hallucination)

Ash DuQuennes
20 July 2005, 04:24 PM
Edit: !@#$% cross-thread posting!

Drendar Morevo
20 July 2005, 04:26 PM
General Morevo confidently strolled into the room went over to the table, poured himself a glass of Whyrens Reserve. Slowly nursing it he turned to the Droids and Captain DuQuennes. And It looked as if Ash needed a little help keeping these two out of his hair. Casually walking over he coughed to establish his presence and started to speak.

"Drone sounds like a fine name... for a fine droid. What do you think of that R2-J9? King of the Drones?"

Ash DuQuennes
20 July 2005, 04:36 PM
Ash huffed an internal sigh of relief, thinking, Thank YOU, General, adding for the droid's sake, "Yeah, sure, 'Drone' sounds great to me."

Back towards the galley area, Zeensaraii was motioning that all was in readiness, so Ash addressed the General, "Excuse me, General, I believe dinner is ready. I'm going to kill the music and get folks moving towards seats at the dinner table."

Ash headed towards the dance floor, making slicing motions across his neck with his hand, in the universal gesture of, "kill it," and took up the small microphone to address the crowd.

"Gentlebeings, (and all you pilots), dinner is ready, so if everyone will please be seated, we may begin this evenings festivities."

Ash DuQuennes
20 July 2005, 05:59 PM
The dinner commenced, and Ash had to admit that Zeensaraii and his staff had outdone themselves. Course after course came to the tables: appetizers of delicately seasoned and grilled meats and vegetables on skewers, soup, salads, and the main course of sizzling hot, grilled steaks, all seasoned or garnished with Tatooininan-themed spices and sauces.

Ash, as the host, sat at the head of the table, with Ellorrs on his right as the guest of honor, and a seat reserved for the General on his left as the ranking guest*. Drinks flowed freely, the Stewards bringing replacements and topping off glasses as needed, and with bottles of wine standing wthin easy reach around the table, the toasts flowed freely, too.

"A toast to your promotion, sir," Ash said to Ellorrs, and having drank that, he refilled his glass and turned to the General.

"A glass to your health, sir." Another empty glass, another refill.

"Mr. Bascalar. Mr. Bascalar! The bottle stands by you, sir." Another refill.

"Chaos and Confusion take the The Empire!" was made to everyone present, with a chorus of "Hear! Hear!" echoing the toast. Another empty glass, another refill.

"Captain Stennic, a toast to you, sir, and to Tempest Squadron." Another glass gone, and another refill.

So after desert was cleared away, Ash made his way carefully up to the microphone, and FO Jiuk Yeel, Bantha's Adjutant, got up also and joined him on stage, a small case and a datapad in her hand. The conversation died off, and Ash called out, "Lt. Losh," barely managing not to slur his name, "front and center."

Ellorrs came up on stage, coming to attention in front of his very-soon-to-be-former CO. Jiuk began to read:

"Attention To Orders:

The Secretary of the Fleet, having reposed special trust and confidence in the patriotism, valor, fidelity and professional excellence of Lt. Ellorrs Losh, does hereby direct that Lt. Ellorrs Losh be promoted to the rank of Captain, effective immediately."

As she spoke, Ash removed Ellorrs' Lieutenant's rank, and affixed brand new Captain's rank upon his collar.

"Thereby: to proceed via Fleet Transport to the New Republic Cruiser Mon Semeria, and assume command of the 256th Fighter Squadron, known as 'Scimitar Squadron."

To: discharge the duties of Commanding Officer in the service of the New Republic; to defend it from its enemies; uphold it laws; and to set the highest example of courage, honor, and inegrity for all to see and follow."

Since it wasn't proper for equal ranking officers to salute one another except under certain circumsatnces, Ash simply shook Ellorrs' hand and said, "Congratulations, Captain."

Ellorrs returned the grip, said, "Thank you, Captain," and performed an about-face, to face the assembled diners.

Bantha Squadron erupted into heavy applause, raucous cheers, whistles, and shouted slogans. Several bottles of sparkling wine "popped" like a bunch of archaic slugthrowers, spewing foam over everyone, and glasses all-around were filled with golden, bubbly wine, with toasts and cheers flowing freely.

OOC: I just made that up; I have no idea of NR "protocol," nor remember it ever being mentioned. Any fans of Patrick O'Brian may recognize certain phrases in the above post.

Edit: changed Mon Cal cruiser name.

Rostek
20 July 2005, 06:01 PM
Calo responds to the General's question-
"Well, sir- it's a matter of squadron organization that would perhaps best be discussed away from the rest of the squadron, begging the Flight Officer's pardon." he says, nodding to the woman in the decidedly non-military dress.
(Assuming Morevo sends us into his office...)
"Mr. Zeelas-" Calo said into his comlink. "Report to the General's office- we've got some discussion related to organization to take care of."

(Assuming Vooko responds in the positive)

"Alright you two... at ease. I've got some news that pertains to squadron organization and to both of you." Calo said, sighing heavily. He didn't like giving bad news.
Of sanguine temprament- Calo liked most people and was surprised when people didn't like him. This tendancy had suffered over the years in the service, but it still pained him to hurt those under his command (his service years have eliminated his care for those above him or his counterpart officers).
"As of now- Lieutenant Zeelas is head of Three Flight and XO. Mr. Krono, you are still Tempest Nine." Calo held up his hand before either could speak.
"Mr. Krono- this is not a personal issue against you. I don't dislike you, hell, I hardly know you. I realize that Fighter Command assigned you command of Three Flight when the squadron was thrown together, however, as you are no doubt aware, it is traditionally the commander's prerogative to choose the organization of his unit.
Thusly, I've chosen Mr. Zeelas. Naturally, should either flight leader be transferred or... otherwise lost, you will be considered as a replacement. If you wish to protest- and I can't blame you for doing so- you may, though my mind has been made up." the Captain finished, waiting for the inevitable response with a heavy sigh.

(OOC: After Psych's response, I'll skip to the party.
Btw, Ash, it looks like we both stole lines from O'Brien (mine from HMS Surprise, yours from Far Side of the World :D).

coldskier0320
20 July 2005, 06:10 PM
Showing up at the party a little bit early, Terent plans ahead. Getting a bottle of the same wine he and Zarya had enjoyed the night before, he puts it in a cryo-sleeve to chill it, and sets it down by his caster case, over in a corner. Taking one last moment to make sure Jane was getting along well in her oil bath, Terent makes his rounds. First seeing Korto and the new pilot entering together, he gives them an amiable smile and nod as he catches their eyes. As he passes, the young pilot can't resist a second, over the shoulder glance and the new pilot. Damn! She's a real firecracker! Hope she'll be in our squadron...

As he is looking over his shoulder, he nearly walks right into a knot of people near the bar. Coming to an abrupt halt about a foot behind one of the people, he identifies the General as well as both squadron commanders. When he gets a chance to do so politely, he introduces himself.

"Hello General, Captains, I'm Terent Indayce, the six pilot in Tempest. Oh, and Captain", he indicates Duke, "I'd like to personally thank you for what's shaping up to be a top-notch evening. I look forward to getting to know all of you better, but I...", he momentarily loses track of his words as he sees Zarya walk in the door, but makes a quick save, "I'll let you get back to whatever you were talking about."

As quickly as he can politely leave the higher-ups, he heads over to Zarya, hardly believing his eyes. He'd known she was beautiful after meeting her last night, but this...this was something totally amazing. In a very different sort of way, she left that other pilot in her afterburners.

"h...uh, hiya, Zarya. Good to see you here. And to answer your question, I have all the...uh...all the dancing ability of a binary load-lifter..."

At this point, the Y-wing captain called for everyone to be seated, and, in the minutes that followed, Terent shared in the happiness of the moment. Happy for a man he didn't know, but was a pilot just like him, and for that, he could share in the man's feelings.

After the ceremony returned the evening to more of a party atmosphere, Terent turned to Zarya and said, "I must tell you, you look absolutely show-stopping tonight. Maybe you can teach me to dance, or at least not to step on your toes." As Terent stands and extends Zarya a gentlemanly hand, he spots Vooko a few tables over, and immediately picks up on the fact that he's having less of a good time than would be expected. With a crncerned look, he asks Zarya, "What's wrong with brother? I hope he's not worked up over you and I. Maybe I should talk to him?"

Norseman
20 July 2005, 06:34 PM
(OOC: Geez- I leave for a couple days and the world goes insane
I guess you guys need my stablizing presence ;))

Crix spends the remainder of the day viewing GNN and some holographic recreations of various battles of the Anti-Zsinj campaign.
Upon hearing the call for the celebration, the pilot makes proper preperations for the dinner.
When the rest of the pilots shuffle toward Captain DuQuennes' setup, Crix joins them, his R2 in tow. Nodding to the various officers who populate the table, Crix settles into his meal- listening intently to the conversation and toasting when appropriate.

Stirroret
20 July 2005, 06:55 PM
The sound of a merry whistle echoed in the hangarbay, coming from underneath an open X-Wing engine, that had been taken out of Tempest 10 for repairs. A Black R2 unit with golden panels drove towards it, heading for a set of feet sticking out from underneath. A set of feet belonging to Jaster Mace.
There was the sound of a phaser-drill, the some pounding followed by a
"Bloody...@#¤@#!". A short man pulled away from the plane sucking his thump. this is bloody emberassing... thank the force there weren't any pilots around to see it "well Kate, this bird has a bursted repulsor fuel emitter...", he told the droid that bleeped back at him rather annoyed "gee...you think meatbag. I told you that before you started tearing the engine apart" "hey don't you get smart with me, R2-K8!" what's with her "find me a number 17 repeterdrill and about...30 centimeters of no.213 Kuat-Fiberwire..." he though long and hard "...OH...and a plasmatorch"
The droid rolled away just as a fellow mech entered flightbay. "Hey Techno, what's up?" the other mech said walking towards Mace, just as the materials requested came his way.
"The X has a bursted rep-fuel emitter..."
"it's seven PM?", the other mech said not surprised "leave it to the evening shift... those wankers needs to work around here"
"no can do!", Mace said and ignited the torch doing and crawled under the engine once more
"I found the problem...now I fix the problem"
"But Techno...", he gave up, knowing that when Jaster Mace was like that, you might as well just forget arguing
"Hey what's up with the creams?"
"they're celebrating a member making captain...", Jaster Mace said "oh yeah... the posting earlier. Hey Techno...Jazz??...Jaster???" "just a sec", Mace said underneath the engine and the sound of metal being weilded together filled the hangar "...I'm just about...done...Kate! Run a diagnostics", he said and jumped out all greased in from head-to-toe.

Kate ran connected with the engine "103% operational" "103?", Jaster asked. Kate ran the figures once more "103% confirmed..." well that makes the engine better than when I got my hands on it..smooth. Mace smiled cocky and didn't even notice his compadre walking away...

well... I'll better hit the sacks before the party gets out of hand he thought to himself remembering the last party held here. A party well deserved no-less, but his top-bunk in his six-man mech bunk positioned directly under the flyer's mess (or "creams" as the mechs call the pilot (O.O.C: as in Cream of the crops))... "come Kate", he said and followed her to the astromech recharging storage for re-charging and rest before heading for the nearest elevator placed directly next to the Cream's Lounge...
He stopped for a second with a longing look in his eyes and then moved on...

Drendar Morevo
21 July 2005, 05:38 AM
Before he could go very far, the chief shift mechanic grabbed him round the shoulders and said... "Why so glum? dont you know that EVERYONE is allowed in the party?"
The man looked startled "no... I shouldn't it's a pilot thing, It just wouldn't feel right."
"Listen, I know for years you've wanted to be a pilot but you never mustered up the courage to get in there and make yourself known. But anyway... you know that woman who had a bit of a row with the captain this morning?"
"yeah..."
"Well, she was a jedi... an unregistered jedi, command found out and she's getting shipped out to Yavin IV tomorrow. There will be an EMPTY spot on Tempest Squadron... talk to their CO and the General, I'm sure if they don't let you in they'll at least listen to what you have to say. Oh and you might want to take your sim scores along... just in case. But for now," he said while turning the man back towards the door of the Mess, "Have fun." and he swiftly applied boot to butt and put the man through the open door.

"Kids" he muttered as he continued back to his bunk... and the hot shower that awaited...

Stirroret
21 July 2005, 06:05 AM
However Jaster Mace didn't get very far until he felt someone grabbing him round the shoulders and saying... "Why so glum? dont you know that EVERYONE is allowed in the party?"
Jaster looked in the direction of the adressor, it's his Chief Mechanic it's damn tempting but... "no... I shouldn't it's a pilot thing, It..it just wouldn't feel right" did I just say that? he lowered his eyes as the Chief Mechanic said in a low, compationate tone of voice: "Listen, I know for years you've wanted to be a pilot but you never mustered up the courage to get in there and make yourself known. But anyway... you know that woman who had a bit of a row with the captain this morning?"
"yeah..."
"Well, she was a jedi... an unregistered jedi, command found out and she's getting shipped out to Yavin IV tomorrow..." wait a sec...we had an unregistered onboard? how could that have slipped command in the first... "...There will be an EMPTY spot on Tempest Squadron... talk to their CO and the General, I'm sure if they don't let you in they'll at least listen to what you have to say. Oh and you might want to take your sim scores along... just in case. But for now," he said while turning the man back towards the door of the Mess, "Have fun."

wow...this is tense...could this REALLY be happening? Jaster looked at the back of his Chief Mechanic then at the door, then at his CO, then back the door should I just crash 'The Cream' party? "well as momma would say in a situation such as this: When an oppurtunity presents itself, take it... when destiny calls - do it... if a destined oppurtinty comes knocking at your door...don't think so hard - and get moving...!"
He jumps into the nearest toilet and wash the greas of his hands wiping the water off in his pants and walks up to the door here goes...

In a swift move he opens the door right and it seems like some sort of award or ceremony just have been handed out. propably that Bantha pilot...now let's see if there I could find the General or perhaps even Captain Stennic he looks around the crowded room and heads on towards the bar to get a better view of things...

He walks up to a Bantha pilot and taps his shoulder... "Excuse me sir, a moment please?" the Bantha turns around, it was quite obvious he has had just a notch to much already "what can I do for you...?", he asks still with a clear voice "I'm looking for either General Morevo or Captain Stennic..." the Bantha looks around "sorry, can't say I've seen 'em...", he says handing Jaster a drink "aren't you a mechanic?", he says looking at the outfit. It was a grease-stained green outfit signalling that he was a repulsorlift engine specialist "that I am sir" "I don't see that many mechs around here tonight" that's propably because most mechs don't really fancy hanging around 'Creams'...[i], he thought to himself with a smile
"Well, if they're not on duty...they're resting so they can be ready for their shifts tomorrow", Jaster lied convinsingly. "Well a toast to the General, The captains and all the little mechs making our ships work", the bantha said raising his glass "I'll drink to that...", Jaster said and emptied the drink. A a fire started to clear down his throat as the drink kicked in [i]wow, what is this?repulsor fuel? "do you like it?", the bantha asked even more plastered "yeah...but I really need to find the General or Captain Stennic" the Bantha pilot looked around and pointed out the General standing by the bar well here goes nothing...

[0.0.C:hope that's where you are]

Drendar Morevo
21 July 2005, 06:26 AM
After consuming the ENTIRE bottle of whyrens reserve with some help from a few tempest pilots the general had a laid back look on his face feeling totally content at the moment. He wasn't overly fond of the drink and he knew how to hold his liquor. Being a corellian he could drink alot more than some people from other planets... but among Tatooinians and a few other corellians, they could probably drain the ships supply of alchohol and not feel the effects till morning.

It was the mans presence that plucked him out of the haze of alchohol and into his sure awake coherent self.

"Yes deck officer jaster? what do you need?"

Stirroret
21 July 2005, 08:02 AM
"Is this a bad time sir?", he asked politely maybe I'd better wait...and again... "I've heard a rumor that there's vacant pilotseat in Tempest 10...something about an uregistered jedi...?" he looked at the General well here goes nothing "if the slot's still open, I'd like to apply for it...you know...be an X-wing pilot", he looked at the General with an uncertain look upon his face, "I-I'm sorry sir, I didn't to interrupt your party...", he startled and saluted before starting walk away...

Drendar Morevo
21 July 2005, 08:13 AM
"Unregistered jedi....? who told you that?... Oh well matters little because it's true. Yes there is an Open Spot on tempest squadron... but you're a mechanic leaving the maintenance division and going into piloting is a bit of a jump...But if you're good enough I see no foreseeable problem... just go speak with captain stennic first, and tell him I'm alright with any changes he want to make to the squadron roster." And with that... The Gneral dozed back off to sleep in that ever so comfortable chair.

Ash DuQuennes
21 July 2005, 09:27 AM
In the post-dinner, post-ceremony festivities, Ash saw the mechanic looking like a fish out-of-water, and heading for the door fast. Ash intercepted him, tossed and arm around his shoulder, and steered him back into the party.

"Whats the matter kid, you didn't feel like getting dressed up?" At the look of alarm on the mechanic's face, Ash laughed and said, "Relax, kid, I'm just busting your chops a little. Here," shoving another drink in his hand, "you look like you got some catching up to do. Where's your buddies? This is a squadron event you know, all Bantha and Tempest Squadron folks are invitied."

"Here you are, let me top off the drink again. Captain Stennic? I think he's over there somewhere, with a lamp shade on his head, doing the strip-tease for the ladies."


Originally posted by Rostek
Hearing his name, Calo came up quietly behind Duke.
"Right- maybe when you want to clear the room, I'll start threatening others with my fat ass." he said with a laugh.

Ash jumped slightly, looked at Calo, then back over into the corner of the lounge, and asked, "Then who's that with the lamp shade on their head, doing the strip-tease for the ladies?"

"You talked to the General? Yeah, he looks pretty relaxed. If he gets any more relaxed, we'll be picking him up off the floor."

"You say you want a shot at the open pilot's slot in Tempest? Well, if you think you have what it takes, go for it. You never know until you try. Oh look, you're dry; here, have another drink."

The party went on like that for a while, finally finishing up with the two squadrons racing each other on repulsorlift maintenance pallets down on the flight deck, with the flight deck officer acting as referee just to keep things in hand, and keep anyone from getting hurt.

Neither squadron won any race; they were all too drunk to steer straight, much less see and cross any nominal "finish line." Early in the morning, the party finally broke up.

Ash had a cure for a hangover; sort of a preventative cure, as it were. Before going to bed, he drank a half-liter of water, and popped a pain stim. He was asleep for a few hours when the water he'd drank necessitated a trip to the 'fresher. Business completed, he drank another half-liter of water, and popped another pain stim. Again, he was out for a few hours before a secod trip to the 'fresher was called for, and since it was just about the normal time he'd be getting up anyway, he drank a third half-liter of water, popped another pain stim, and hit the shower, luxuriating in the heat, and letting the pain stim and hot water wash the last of any burgeoning hangover away.

His Caf Brewer had a timer on it, so Ash had hot, freshly brewed Caf waiting for him when he came out of the 'fresher. He got dressed, filled his insulated mug, and headed for Ellorr's and Puck's quarters to see how they were faring.

"They" were still asleep. Since they hadn't engaged the compartment's locking mechanism, Ash entered, flicking on the lights, and making enough noise to rouse the dead. Puck recoiled, and pulled his cover over his eyes; Ellorrs simply rolled over and buried his face in his pillow.

"UP! Up! Everyone up! Show a leg! Up or down, I'm coming through!" The Drill Instructors they'd all had to contend with in Basic back-when had said the same thing, right before tumbling the slow and the lazy out of their bunks. Puck and Ellors responded, swinging upright, and putting their feet firmly on the deck.

"That's better." Ash said brightly and with enough cheer for three. Pulling Ellors onto his feet, he steered him towards the fresher, saying, "Hit the showers, hot-shot, we got a busy day ahead of us." Picking up Puck's uniform from the deck, he tossed it at Puck, who reacted automatically with a pilot's reflexes, catching the pants, boots and tunic and clutching them feebly. "Don't I get a shower?" He asked in a weak croak.

Ash smiled evilly. "Nope. The first thing my XO has to learn is to anticipate his Commander." In an obviously mock-serious tone, he told Puck, "You have failed me on your first day as XO, Lieutenant Panib." Shaking a finger at him threateningly, Ash lowered his voice down into the "Vader" octave, and told Puck, "Don't fail me again, Lieutenant.

Puck's expression didn't change, but he let all his clothes slide out of his arms, and he slowly leaned over until he was laying back down on his bunk again.

When both hungover pilots had showered and put on clean clothes, Ash put Puck to work helping Ellorrs with the last of his packing, while Ash went to the cramped cubicle he got to call "his office" and began paging through the datawork necessary to see Ellors on his way. All of Ellorrs squadron equipment had been turned in yesterday, and since it was all clean and serviceable, there weren't any problems there.

Mostly Ash made sure that all flight and training certifications, copies of orders, flight logs, performance reviews, and similar stuff were in complete order, before burning several copies (one copy to be maintained on file here on the Pride for six months; one copy for Fleet Command; one copy for 2nd Fleet; one copy for Starfighter Command; and one copy for the "servicemember" to carry with him as part of his personal records).

They had time for a send-off bruch in the mess, with Bantha Squadron gathering by ones and twos for the final send-off, before they all adjourned to one of the waiting lounges down on the Flight Deck (if bare walls, cheap plastic chairs, and coin-op vending machines could be called anything as glorious as a "lounge") when Ellorrs' shuttle arrived. New personnel disembarked first, and the Deck Officer was pointing over towards Ash for the benefit of a dark-furred Bothan.

Ash detached himslef from the assembled Banthas and made his way over to the Bothan. "Lieutenant Kre'ok? I'm Captain DuQuennes, your new CO. Stow your gear in the lounge over there," Ash pointed for the benefit of the new officer, "for a few minutes, and I'll get you settled in when I'm done here."

Edit: !@#$%& Typos! Also: added Rostek's commentary.

PsychoInfiltrator
21 July 2005, 09:30 AM
OOC: Why do all of you post so much when I'm not on? I'm on almost half the day!;)

Korto almost opened his mouth. Almost. Not quite. Almost. Then he turned and left, evidentally thinking better of making certain comments that might get him courtmartialled for insuboordination.
His face was livid. He had been expecting a comment about Twelve so much that his mind analysed the validity of Stennic's statement (finding it to be mostly reasonable) before the meaning of the words hit him.
He stalked back to his room and locked the door. An automatic reflex.
He went on o spend the night thinking about what he was to do, his anger lessening slightly, interrupted only when R2-J9, using a datapad he had found abandoned at the still-going party communicated to him his new name, Drone, which brightened Korto's spirits as both Korto and R2-J9 liked the name-after all, R2-J9 was the exact opposite of a drone, as Korto thought later, then Drone 'told' Korto that Sara-Cen was leaving. Korto was only slightly surprised about her force powers, and not at all surprised that she hadn't told anybody. Now Korto felt like an emotionless wreck, feeling abandoned by two things he had only just started to trust: his wingman, and Starfighter Command. He fell asleep, his door still secured shut, at around three in the morning. And as Drone, who had stayed by his master's side the whole time, listening ot Korto 'grieve' (for lack of a better word) Sara-Cen's leaving, and Korto's strategizing as to how he might get command back, went into sleep mode and plugged into a wall outlet, he thought he saw a faint wetness glide down Korto's cheek.

OOC: Now I'm all up to date and I think that some PCs may have a dilemma on their hands.

PS: Boy, Korto sure ain't lucky when it comes to parties!

Drendar Morevo
21 July 2005, 10:06 AM
[OOC: The general was finished with the party in the last post made by me... as far as he is concerned it's morning.]

He was on the command deck now. As he always tried to be. Staring out at the stars and the planet below.
"Sensors?"
"Negative on military contacts, three contacts on the mercantile, and four on Civilian sir."
"Very good. Communications?"
"Just merchant and surface comms sir."
"Also good, remember boys and girls, I don't want any surprises."
"Sir, the new pilot has arrived to take over Captain Ellors spot on Bantha Squadron."
"Also good, I assume Captain DuQuennes will be prepared to show him about the ship. By the way, did Flight Officer Tera leave for Yavin IV yet?"
"Yes sir, her fighter left escorted by two x-wings 10 minutes ago."

[OOC, Whatever I have planned.... it's gonna happen fairly soon. Looks like Mace is gonna get his chance in a cockpit sooner rather than later.]

PsychoInfiltrator
21 July 2005, 10:27 AM
Drone reactivates and scans Korto.

Species:Human.
Approximate Age: 18-21.
Identity: Tentavively Identified as Lieutenant Korto Krono.
Height: Approximately 1.8 meters.
Status: Restless Sleep.
Weapon: Ornamented Modified Blaster Pistol, likely built on Kuat.


Drone rolls over towards the door and becomes semi-dormant, patiently awaiting his master's awakening, determined not to let anyone/anything disturb Korto unless Drone deemed it would be beneficial.(OOC: hint...hint)

OOC: If something's going to happen, it might be better if Korto was awoken by something other than a battle alarm.

Rostek
21 July 2005, 10:35 AM
[OOC: Nice post Psych- I'm confident you'll make the next party ;)]

Calo sighs with relief after Krono leaves without a fuss.
"Congraulations, Mr. Zeelas- now, I believe we have a party to hit." he says, getting up to leave.

At the party

Calo drinks very moderately at the party, as he was planning to try out the ship's simulators the next day.
Still, he partook in the toasts and whatnot as long was polite, but didjn't\ imbibe too much.



"Here you are, let me top off the drink again. Captain Stennic? I think he's over there somewhere, with a lamp shade on his head, doing the strip-tease for the ladies."

"You talked to the General? Yeah, he looks pretty relaxed. If he gets any more relaxed, we'll be picking him up off the floor."

"You say you want a shot at the open pilot's slot in Tempest? Well, if you think you have what it takes, go for it. You never know until you try. Oh look, you're dry; here, have another drink."


Hearing his name, Calo came up quietly behind Duke.
"Right- maybe when you want to clear the room, I'll start threatening others with my fat ass." he said with a laugh, then added to Duke,
"Well... I suppose if your sim scores are decent, we can put you into a simulated mission with the rest of the squad, see how you do.
I'd recommend practicing tomarrow, then the day after, we'll see what you've got. That sound acceptable, Mr...." Calo struggled to come up with the man's name, finally succeedijng- "Mr. Mace?"

Whatever the response, Calo stays until well after midnight, then leaves for his quarters and sleeps off the buzz he'd aquired.
The next morning, he attends the brunch and bids the departing officer fairwell, and gives him the name of his new ship's quartermaster- an Academy classmate of his. "Tell him I sent you- he'll set you up." Calo said with a bark of a laugh.

Drendar Morevo
21 July 2005, 11:09 AM
Originally posted by PsychoInfiltrator
OOC: If something's going to happen, it might be better if Korto was awoken by something other than a battle alarm.


OOC:No promises!
:D

LordSei
21 July 2005, 11:14 AM
Sei awoke from a deep sleep then realizied he had to get ready "Sithspawn" he said to himself as he was getting ready then realized he didnt need to yet. I gotta stop doin this he thought to himself. After shaking his hangover off he headed down to the flight deck he walked over to an his x-wing and sitting in the droid socket was a black and blue R2 unit. "There you are." He said jumping into the cockpit. "Well R2-T4 ,hold up thatts to long im just gonna call you 4 k" The droid bleeped an affirmitive then after he ran a diagnostic Sei then got up and went looking for Cpt. Stennic he hadnt introduced himself yet and felt like that should be his top priority.

fallenjedi51
21 July 2005, 11:40 AM
srry "

fallenjedi51
21 July 2005, 11:45 AM
[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Ash DuQuennes [/B

Ash detached himslef from the assembled Banthas and made his way over to the Bothan. "Lieutenant Kre'ok? I'm Captain DuQuennes, your new CO. Stow your gear in the lounge over there," Ash pointed for the benefit of the new officer, "for a few minutes, and I'll get you settled in when I'm done here."
B]

"Yes Sir"

After walking over to the lounge he sees people but not knowing anyone and not sure if they would be bounty hunters looking for him he just sits acting as if he did nothing wrong. Hopefully some one will come up to him. He starts thinking about the ship. Man this looks ship looks as if it was made before the clone wars. This ship looks like a huge floating in space peice of Banthat Fodder. He puts his hand on his blaster thinking if since this is a newl place there might still be bounty hunters. For all I know that Ash guy could be trying to lure me into a trap.
I beleive I will be flying A Y-Wing luckily I stole one as a stoleaway once the controls wont be to hard to remember.

Ash DuQuennes
21 July 2005, 12:12 PM
The Fleet Transport was only sticking around long enough to embark passengers, top off it's fuel tanks, and update astrogation data, so Ash and the rest of Bantha made their farewells, shaking hands, and with Jiuk, Amme, and Renei giving Ellorrs' hugs and friendly kisses farewell.

They stood there together, watching the shuttle depart, and broke up on a somber note to enjoy the last day of their leave.

Ash walked over to the lounge to collect his new pilot and give him the 5-centicredit tour. Starting with getting Lieutenant Kre'ok settled into his new quarters (he was bunking with Lieutenant Panib, right next door to Ash's quarters), Ash took him to supply and got him issued a code cylinder, comlink, datapad, a pair of technician coveralls, and a pair of work gloves.

Ash handed over a datacard, telling Lt. Kre'ok, "This is our squadron SOP; learn it, memorize it, live it. You're taking charge ofThird Flight, and Flight Officer Amee Konarr will be your wingman. Er, woman. She's been in a few fights, so you won't have to 'break her in' like you would a new pilot. It also has the ship's layout on there, which should help you navigate around a bit more easily. The Pride may not look all that big from the outside, but these corridors look mostly the same on the inside."

Ash next showed his new Lt. the mess facility, and the pilot's lounge, before leading him back down to the flight deck to show him his ship.

"Lt. Kre'ok, I expect my pilots to know their equipment, and we get our hands dirty here in Bantha squadron. I also expect all of my pilots to treat the technicians that keep us flying with respect, helping out when needed. Those folks do a good job, and I'm firmly against treating them like second-class citizens."

"We fly and fight together as a squadron for the most part; we're too new to get too fancy just yet, but I have some ideas on improving our training. I'm naming you Squadron Operations Officer; it will be your responsibility to devise and implement training plans, subject to my approval, for bringing the squadron up to snuff, as well as tactical battle plans for inclusion in our SOP."

"Both Lt. Panib, our squadron XO, and myself, will work with you on that; don't ever feel that you can't talk to us, or bring up a problem to us. You are now one-third of the squadron leadership, and I expect you to be ready, willing, and able to take command and lead the squadron on a moment's notice."

"Any questions?"

OOC: there's a file attachment, in Word format, attached to this post. It contains the basic SOP I've worked out so far.

fallenjedi51
21 July 2005, 12:58 PM
"No Sir I don't have any more questions. But I am deathly hungry and I think I'll go to the mess hall.

Ash DuQuennes
21 July 2005, 01:33 PM
"If you don't mind, I'll join you, and call the rest of the squadron together so you can meet them, as well." Pulling out his comlink, Ash requested the Officer of the Watch (Duty Officer) on the bridge to page all Bantha pilots to Mess Facility 7.

As they headed to the mess facility, Ash regaled Lt. Kre'ok with details of their last enagagement.

fallenjedi51
21 July 2005, 01:49 PM
Originally posted by Ash DuQuennes
"If you don't mind, I'll join you, and call the rest of the squadron together so you can meet them, as well." Pulling out his comlink, Ash requested the Officer of the Watch (Duty Officer) on the bridge to page all Bantha pilots to Mess Facility 7.

As they headed to the mess facility, Ash regaled Lt. Kre'ok with details of their last enagagement.

"Sir I was just wondering I saw a few pilots walking with droids where would I get issued a droid at? Also am I the only Bothan aboard this ship, I haven't seen any others yet?"

Ash DuQuennes
21 July 2005, 03:54 PM
Originally posted by fallenjedi51
"Sir I was just wondering I saw a few pilots walking with droids where would I get issued a droid at? Also am I the only Bothan aboard this ship, I haven't seen any others yet?"

"You'll use the same astromech the guy you're replacing used, as it's already familiar with your ship and has been programmed with the squadron SOP; it'll be at the power/data receptacle by your fighter whenever you want to pick it up."

"I don't know why, but I just didn't think about the astromech when I was showing you your fighter."

OOC: feel free to invent a designator and color scheme for your R2 unit.

"As far as other Bothans, well I'm sure that there are some onboard. Search the ship's personnel roster, and sort by race, and see what comes up."

OOC: over to you, Drendar, for the "any other Bothans?" issue.

fallenjedi51
21 July 2005, 03:59 PM
"Sir I was also wondering if you always want me to call you Sir? If not what should I call you?"

Ash DuQuennes
21 July 2005, 04:19 PM
Originally posted by fallenjedi51
"Sir I was also wondering if you always want me to call you Sir? If not what should I call you?"

Ash kept walking towards the mess compartment*, but glanced sideways at his new Flight Leader, and replied, "Oh, that. Yeah. I'll tell you what, whenever anyone higher ranking than I am is around, it's 'Sir,' or 'Captain,' or something like that."

Stopping and looking the Lieutenant in the eye, he warned him mock-seriously, "And the last comedian who called me 'Something Like That DuQuennes' was scrubbing every square centimeter of my ship. With a worn out toothbrush."

Turning and moving on towards the mess compartment*, Ash continued, "Whenever it's just us Banthas or Tempest personnel around, just call me 'Duke,' as in short for 'DuQuennes'. I don't stand on a whole lot of ceremony, but I also don't put up with real disrespect."

Again looking at the new Lieutenant sideways, he warned him in all seriousness, "And if you're one of those young hot-shots who thinks he's the best that ever plopped his patootie into a suicide sled, I can firmly disabuse you of that delusion, either in a Sim or behind the stick, anytime you feel like trying me."

"And before you ask, I'm not saying I'm the best, either. I'm just the best you're going to fly with for a while."

OOC: I just remembered as I was typing, that on a ship, "rooms" are called compartments.

Ris
21 July 2005, 04:34 PM
"h...uh, hiya, Zarya. Good to see you here. And to answer your question, I have all the...uh...all the dancing ability of a binary load-lifter..."
Zarya smiles graciously, noting her fellow pilot's admiration. "Oh, well, did you bring the 'caster at least?" Too bad, and Vooko's too beat. Maybe when Six gets a couple drinks, I can get him to dance. If not, I'll still have fun. Terent's next word's give her some hope.


"I must tell you, you look absolutely show-stopping tonight. Maybe you can teach me to dance, or at least not to step on your toes."
"Why, thank you. I suspect you'll do better than you think. You're a musician & know rhythm at least, which is a big help." Zarya takes his extended hand, and sees he's spotted Vooko.

With a crncerned look, he asks Zarya, "What's wrong with brother? I hope he's not worked up over you and I. Maybe I should talk to him?"
Zarya tells him, "He's just had a rough day--"burdens of leadership" & all that. Vooko's cool about guys & me, as long as they are gentlemanly. He's my twin & my friend, not my chaperone." She gives him a wink, and the accompanying smile shows Terent that expressing concern for her brother has only raised her opinion of him. "But yes, we can go talk to him, he is way too dour for a party. Please help me keep him from getting away with it?" Zarya pleads with a charmingly mischievous grin. She leads Six over by the hand, and Vooko looks up at them, a slight, distracted smile on his face. "Vook, this is Terent Indayce, or Six, who came in with me. And he really does have the #6 Tempest slot. Can we join you for the dinner? Please?"
The 3 pilots made small talk during the meal itself, mainly about the how little any of the pilots knew each other. "Vooko, have you seen 9 & 10, other than the holos with their files? I wouldn't know either of them. Well, the girl I guess, since you told me she's another redhead. And I've only seen my roommate, Ella, no Elara, once--right after I moved in. Are Jedi really that much loners or busy with meditation & all that? Well, it's clear somebody's gotta play Social Butterfly or nobody will recognize their wing 'cept by their voice on the comm."
After a while, Zarya excused herself for a few minutes. "I should congratulate the new Captain--and pay my respects to our own in person."

After circulating for a while, Zarya returned to the table. "Were you offering me the pleasure of a dance earlier, Six?" she smiled. "We'll go off in the corner just off the dance floor proper so there will be room for you to learn." When they were nearer the dance floor, she added to Six, "If you don't want to it's okay. We can just talk, you know."

************
At the end of the evening, Zarya bids Terent a good night and thanks him for the pleasant evening, adding, "If you really want that helmet painted you need to get it to me by early afternoon."
The next morning when she wakes, Zarya sweet-talks a cook into letting her take a heavily-laden tray, and a full hot-bottle of caf, out of the mess, then heads to Vooko's room. Before Terent had arrived at the party last night, Vooko had admitted he'd starved himself most of the day. Since he looked so tired, she'd limited her "lecture" to a reminder of what The Moms would say if they knew--and had resolved to make sure it didn't happen again.

*************
After the brunch chat with Vooko, Zarya locates Korto's quarters on her datapad. Better me than Vooko making a social call, she thinks outside his door, But after what Vooko told me, maybe I should have gotten Six to go see him. I'm not sure of my welcome. but it's my place, he's part of my flight, not Terent's She chimes at the door.

fallenjedi51
21 July 2005, 05:01 PM
" Just so you know even though my first name is Berukt you can call me Kre for short thats what everyone calles me." After getting his food and sitting down Kre dives right in, Kre quickly eat's much of his food then he looks at Ash and says "so how did you get here what have you done in you past"?

Ash DuQuennes
21 July 2005, 05:21 PM
Originally posted by fallenjedi51
"Just so you know even though my first name is Berukt you can call me Kre for short thats what everyone calles me." After getting his food and sitting down Kre dives right in, Kre quickly eat's much of his food then he looks at Ash and says "so how did you get here what have you done in you past"?

Ash watched Lt. Kre'ok "chow down" with some amazement and considerable amusement. Well, I guess shuttle rations haven't improved much in the last six moths, he thought wryly.

"Well, the short story is I shipped out of Chandrilla at 16 on a Durosian bulk freighter owned by the family of the pilot you replaced. They took me under their wing, so to speak, and taught me a lot about piloting, astrogation, and maintenance. They were based out of Mos Eisely on Tatooine, and their youngest son was just a year or so younger than me, and we became best frineds. We both were good freighter tramps, but we also both yearned to fly starfighters. I shipped out for the New Republic Academy about six months ahead of him due to age differences, which is just about the only reason I was in command here instead of him."

"He was just promoted to Captain and given his own squadron in 2nd Fleet; I've a ways to go yet before getting upped to Major and getting a wing of my own."

As he was talking, his pilots trickled in by ones and twos, and Ash introduced Kre'ok to the squadron. Puck was still too woozy from his hangover to be his typical smartass self. It hurts to think, much less laugh, when your head felt as big as a planet and pounded painfully to every beat of your heart.

"Kre, I've been thinking of something, and I want you to think about it, too. Puck, I don't want you to think right now, I'm still eating."

Addresing Lt. Kre'ok, Ash continued, "I've never really cared for the name 'Charging Bantha' for the squadron, and would like some support in getting the General's approval to change it to something else, like 'Krayt Squadron,' or 'Dragon Squadron,' or 'Twin Suns Squadron,' or maybe 'Raider Squadron,' after the Tusken Raiders on Tatooine."

"What do you think?"

fallenjedi51
21 July 2005, 05:38 PM
"I totaly agree I like Krayt squadron ot Raider Squadron. Man those Tuskens walk like men but don't fight like them. I heard a story once that a young Jedi killed an entire village of those wretched creatures."
Thinking "I hope I never have to come face to face with either one those again or they wont make it out of the battle, same with a bounty hunter."
" If you wan't me to I will talk to him about it? But I don't know I hear he hates paper work."

Ash DuQuennes
21 July 2005, 05:41 PM
"Well, if we get everyone in the squadron behind it, and present it to him together as a unit, I figure our numbers will do the talking."

"So have we narrowed it down to 'Krayt' or 'Raider' Squadron?"

Puck let out a sustained belch that sounded suspiciously like "Crater."

fallenjedi51
21 July 2005, 05:48 PM
"Duke are we alowed to modify our ships with better sheilds?"

Drendar Morevo
21 July 2005, 05:50 PM
OOC: Just so you know the rest of the pilots HATE the idea of changing the name... :D (GM's arsehole ruling #2)

fallenjedi51
21 July 2005, 05:50 PM
"Looks or should I say sounds like puck was full of something"

Ash DuQuennes
21 July 2005, 05:51 PM
Ash looked up sharply at Kre, and then smiled somewhat smugly.

"Well, since you mentioned it, I have something along that line in mind. I'm putting the finishing touches of a proposal together, and then I'm going to forward it up to Starfighter Command."

"Until then, no unauthorized modifications to your ship will be tolerated. Unles I approve it first," he finished with a mischievous wink.

fallenjedi51
21 July 2005, 05:56 PM
Looking at Duke with a an excited face
" Duke is the brew aboard this pile of heep better than that junk on Tatooine"?

coldskier0320
21 July 2005, 06:11 PM
After the ceremony, Zarya had tried to teach Terent the fundamentals of dancing, which, much to his surprise, he grasped fairly quickly. Though he did bring his boot down on her foot once or twice, he quickly got the hang of it to the point that he'd feel confident dancing again, should the situation arise. Still, he felt extremely self-conscious on the dance floor, and was secretly relieved when Zarya had suggested they sit down and play some caster. Just sitting down in that corner made him feel alot more at ease. In picking up his 'caster, he nearly knocked over the bottle of wine, now cooled to just over freezing. With a conspiratory grin, he fills Zarya's glass, then his own, before launching into lesson two: aurek-key chord progressions. Several laughs and two thirds of a wine bottle later, Zarya decided to call it an evening. Walking her back to her room, Terent spent an awkward moment at Zarya's door, before finally relying on his old standby: a handshake...though at that moment, he felt incredibly stupid shaking Zarya's hand. Maybe a hug? No, that's a little too familiar...

After he'd seen Zarya safely to her room, Terent commed Jane again, "Back at the room? Okay. No, I just walked Zarya to her room, but I'm not really tired yet, I might head back out and see what the rest of the group is up to."

He found the assembly had abandoned the lounge in favor of the chilly flight deck, but this time he was prepared. Pulling his flight jacket around his shoulders, Six went to make a few runs down the repulsor-pallet drag strip and ensure himself a proper hangover, before finally retreating to his quarters. As he walked into the dark room, he spied the single, colored orb marking Jane's position.

"So", he said softly, so as not to wake Morec, "decided to wait up tonight?".

Jane bleeped indignantly. "No, I'm fine, though I'll also have a fine hangover tommorow. Be sure to use your heavy manipulator tommorow, I might break off your little one."

With that, Six Indayce, undressed and crashed in his bunk, not bothering even to pull his sheets down.

***********

Six's alarm went off predictable at 5 AM the next morning, at which point, again, he turned ot off with a self-satisfied smirk. This time however, Jane surreptitiosly turned it back on, to go off at 8.

At Jane's chosen hour, a grumbling Six sat up, rubbed his eyes, and made a b-line for the fresher. A shower and shave failed to dent the blinding pain behind his eyes, and only after four painkillers did Six emerge from his room, clad in sweatpants, t-shirt and a bathrobe.

Mumbling his way through the chow line for breakfast, he sat a few seats down from an odd looking little alien with a custom astro droid, then filed out of the mess hall, still not saying a great deal, and headed back for his room.

Now that the pain tabs were taking effect, Six found himself a little better able to conduct business as usual. Grabbing his helmet and jacket, he headed down to the flight deck to make some friends.

Arriving on the (abnormally) chilly deck, he spied a group of techs working on his fighter, with Jane running a series of diagnostics on her.

"Is the little lady behaving?", he wryly asked the chief mechanic.

"Oh, she's a little sassy, but she does know her stuff. You bring her in with you?"

"You better believe it. Not a memory wipe in over fifteen years, her circuits are about as loopy as they could get, and she's got the quirks to prove it. Anything I can do to help out here?"

Ash DuQuennes
21 July 2005, 07:48 PM
Originally posted by fallenjedi51
Looking at Duke with a an excited face, "Duke is the brew aboard this pile of heep better than that junk on Tatooine"?

Puck let out a low, painful moan at the question, and Ash shot quick look of alarm at his XO, moving his food tray out of vomit range (unless it was projectile vomiting, in which case all bets, not to mention meals, were off).

"Well, if by 'brew' you mean Caf, then yeah, it's pretty awful. But if you mean the booze, we can usually manage to scrounge up something decent. What we typically do is give the shuttle drivers credits whenever they head for a fleet base, so they can pick us up some good stuff. In exchange for not gouging us on the price, we promise not to blow them up from having terrible hangovers, direct result of really crappy booze. So far it's been a mutually beneficial arrangement."

"And the Stewards tend to stash away some good stuff, too, but they only break it out on special occasions."

Jerking a thumb at Puck, Ash explained, "This barbarian drinks whatever he can get his hands on though, explaining his sorry state."

Vanger Chevane
21 July 2005, 08:53 PM
Vooko (mostly)


"Mr. Zeelas-" Calo said into his comlink. "Report to the General's office- we've got some discussion related to organization to take care of."

"Yeesir. Sir, I've somthing to you and the General may be interested in, along with Captain Du Quennes."

After Calo's made his choice of Flight Leader clear, he digs out the DataCard. "Sirs, you should see this." Plugs in the card, and fiddles unsuccesfully for a few moments trying to set up the sim like Zarya did.

His R2 trundles forward, and projects a holo of the Battle Review Sim, accompanied by audio of Vooko and Zarya's conversation over it.

"There you have it. This looks much more like a preplanned tactic than random occurrence. I'll leave dissection and dissemination to your capable hands, but would hate to see someone caught in this kind of ambush again due to ignorance."


"Congraulations, Mr. Zeelas- now, I believe we have a party to hit." he says, getting up to leave.

"Thank you Sir. Absolutely."

Walking down the corridor tween the General's Office and Duke's Shindig Vooko looks at his R2. "You really are a Little Smoothie, aren't ya?" The R2 chirps happily. That's it, then.

Once at the party, he parks at a convenient table to rest his sore feet, ad looks at the R2. "Run along and play, Smoothie." The R2 burbles something and wheels off somewhere.

As Zarya sits at his table, and makes him laugh, he comments on her choice of wardorbe. "A vision, as always. Did I manage to underdress for the occasion?" Spotting someone else among the crowd in a Tech's Shipsuit he thinks At least I'm not the only one.

"No, you look fine Vooko. Who's arrived? Our mythical flightmates at last?"

"Last I saw of Korto was in the General's Office." Nods toward the Dance Floor "Looks like Ms. Tara is starting the party early."

"Oh is that Korto's Wing? Have to say Hello later. At least she's willing to be seen."

"I don't know about that, the Rumour Mill's been running overtime about her, and it's been less than 24 hours since she set foot on deck."

Vooko noticed that as soon as "Musician" arrived, Zarya excused herself and went over to talk with him. Could be more than friendly, but he seems nice enough. Shortly she returned with him in tow.

"Vook, this is Terent Indayce, or Six, who came in with me. And he really does have the #6 Tempest slot. Can we join you for the dinner? Please?"

Vooko chuckles, then in a light, indulgent tone, "Of course, how could I not share a meal with the gentleman my little sister's put her eye upon?"

Terent looked surprised and a little hesitant about Vooko's declaration of Zarya's Intentions, but quickly recovered and settled in, the conversation light & friendly. Once Dinner arrived Vooko dug in with gusto, but ate fairly slowly knowing that cramming it down wasn't only impolite but would likely make him sick to his stomach later.

"And I've only seen my roommate, Ella, no Elara, once--right after I moved in. Are Jedi really that much loners or busy with meditation & all that? Well, it's clear somebody's gotta play Social Butterfly or nobody will recognize their wing 'cept by their voice on the comm."

"Give him my best."

A short while later, she returned. "Huh, couldn't find Tara. Were you offering me the pleasure of a dance earlier, Six?" she smiled. "We'll go off in the corner just off the dance floor proper so there will be room for you to learn."



As they departed, Vooko sat back with a happily full belly and enjoyed watching the crowd. His R2 rolled up carrying a condesation-coated bottle in its claw, and made a rising tone as it displayed the drink.

"Route Beer! How did you manage..." Early on, members of the team had introduced him to, and he grew to relish the fizzy, sweet - and yet with a bite to it, nonalcoholic drink. He remembered Uncle Hlarrit saying something about being a semi-traditional downtime drink of choice for crews where Alcoholic ones were restricted.

To his surprise, the R2 withrew the bottle, popped off the top, and poured it into a glass in front of him. Amused, Vooko took at drink, set down the glass and sighed happily. Looking over at Smoothie, he said "Smooooth." to which the odd Astromech cheebled merrily.

As they started Repulsorsled "Racing", and grabbing whomever they could from the crowd, Vooko & Smoothie found, and bade a good evening to Zarya and Terent. Once in his quarters (with Smoothie following him down the halls as if Tractored) Vooko was relieved to remove his boots, shuck the shipsuit, and crawl into bed. He yawned "Night Smoothie" and was quickly asleep.


The next morning, it wasn't Vooko, but Smoothie who let Zarya in, Vooko was still in bed, snoring lightly. She crept in quietly, gingerly set the tray down, then plopped her butt down on the bed next to him.

"Wake up sleepyhead." she teased.

"Huh? Mmm up."

"Hit the Fresher, then we'll have breakfast."

"Mkay, smells good." Vooko slithered out of bed & wobbled his way to the Fresher. As both of them had Been Around The Galaxy A Few Times, neither was a sensitive about their own, or others, nudity as some people were. Once dressed in a clean flight suit, scrubbed & shaved, Vooko was much more himself.

While he was Rehumanizing himself, Zarya and Smoothie had set breakfast up on the desk, Zarya sitting across from him and the R2 parked at the end, apparently watching them both intently.

"How are you two getting along?" "Sometimes I think it follows me around like a lost Wivvie, but Smoothie's been surprisingly helpful." "Smoothie, eh." "Yeah, kinda just stuck to it. Had a habit of solving problems without beind told to, I now doubt I'd want it's memory wiped." Smoothie's response left no doubt as to its opinon, making both of them laugh.

While sharing breakfast, he brought up his pending messages on the Holoplate. Zarya asked "So, what's the news?"

"Huh, seems Ms. Tara is some sort of Jedi." "Really?" "Yesterday I heard she wanted some part for a Lightsabre, and now she's transferred to Yavin IV. Hope it works out for her."

"Hmmm. Maybe I can ask Elara...if I can catch her. What about Ten, we flying light now?"

"Nope. One of the techs at last night's party..." He brings up the personnel file on the Holoplate, and orients it so they both can see reasonably well "...a Jaster Mace is taking the slot. Good Tech, presumably can fly well enough. Should get some Simulator time in together to figure him out." "Still leaves us short one, maybe two Pointers." "Yep, but for the time being, you & I will use the TZ's. (checking Zarya's File) Hopefully you got the Waiver...yes. Gimme your ID Disc for a moment."

Zarya takes off and hands over the disc, which vooko promptly insters into the pad and starts keying commands. "What Waiver?"

"There's this odd little reg, put in place during the Rebellion to keep Independents from using them as a Repair and Resupply Point that could cause us problems should we take damage during an unscheduled combat."

Zarya giggled, and mimed setting up a Holocomm. "Scuse me Admiral Rogriss, but could we meet at 1000 on the 25th at say, Commenor and have a battle?" Vooko laughed at the joke. "What it distills down to is if you get hit during an unpreplanned action in a non-Republic-owned craft you're dead last in line for parts, or have to purchase them yourself. Could be left waiting for weeks, even months on the part or reimbursement."

He hands her back her ID Disc. "Here." She takes it, puts it back on the synthsilk cord around her neck she keeps it on, and tucks it away. "What'd you do?" "Burned the Waiver to that reg onto yer ID so if some Byte-bumper wants to hassle you over repairs, you can hit them with that Restraining Bolt." "Thanks. You've got one of these Waivers?" "Of course, wouldn't fly Neckbreaker near a deployed ship without one."

"Ummm, what do you think of Terent?" "Nice guy, but ease back on the throttles. He's interested, but doesn't seem ready to go Full Speed Ahead with you just yet. Light on the controls for now."

Her reply was a disappointed "Oh." "Hey now, remember what Mom's always told us, Take your time, do things properly and just like a ship you'll have a solid relationship you can rely on and be proud of." Zarya brightened up a bit "True, but which Mom." Vooko chuckled "Probly Both."


As Zarya gathered up the tray she'd brought Vooko stood and stretched. "Ahhh, that was good." He gave her a hug, "Thanks." "It is my job to watch out for you." "Mmmm. I should go talk with Jaster, see if we can log some sim time as at least a flight. Hopefully he'll be easier to track down." Zarya giggled, "You're going to have to tell me what happened to you yesterday sometime." "Now not good?" "I have a few things to take care of, I'll catch up to you." As Zarya turns for the door with the tray, The R2 already has the hatch open for her. "See you then. Told ya this R2 sure thinks it's a Little Smoothie."

All three leave the room and head down the corridors in their separate directions.



OOC Disclaimer :P

All conversation and actions of other characters approved by their respective players via IM.

fallenjedi51
22 July 2005, 08:55 AM
Staring intently at Captain like he wasn't there Kre says "It's been nice talking but I need to go get my R2 unit. I'll be seeing you later or when ever." Kre quickly walks to the flight deck.
When he arrives at the flight deck he pauses looking for his fighter, "Oh there it is". Looking around near the fighter he spots no droid. ZAAAAPPP! Ouch what the sith was that. Turning around he sees a Black and silver R2 unit, with its electro zapper extended. Kre quickly yells "what where you thinking dont zap me". ZAAAPPP! "uunh hey quit that". Kre suddenly pulls his blaster out, pointing it at the droids optical sensor and says in a demanding voice "stop zapping me or I will zap you and my gun is much bigger!"
The small droid beeps in affirmitive "beep boop deep" it retracts its electro zapper Kre drops his blaster back into its holster.
"Now that thats settled, are you the droid that is with this here ship"?
The droid beeps "boop beep doop".
"No clue what you are saying, if you mean yes spin in a circle if no then dont spin." The small droid spins in a circl. "Good great,That means that you are my droid pilot."


OOC:where R2-D2 is white my droid is black whre R2-D2 is blue my droid is silver

PsychoInfiltrator
22 July 2005, 09:05 AM
The door opens a crack and Drone 'peers' out. Drone disappears and a moment later a datapad slides outi nto the hallway. It reads
"Korto still sleeping. If you wait a couple of minutes I get him up."

True to his word, in about three minutes Drone opens the door again, and Zarya sees Korto, still bleary eyed, but in a crinkled uniform sitting on a poorly-made (evidently droid-made) bed.

Korto, still tired, indicates for Zarya to sit on the other empty bed.

Drone bleets at Korto and Korto finally speaks.

"'mornin. I've seen you around. you must be a tempest pilot. Stennic send you?" (As Korto says "Stennic"a note of anger flits through his voice.

Zarya can see that Korto is not in great shape. He's tired, and a Sense motive check DC 5 and she'll know that it is more emotional exhaustion that is really getting to him. he's upset over being 'summarily demoted, without good reason or cause' (to quote Korto) and the 'loss' of his wingwoman, a link to his past, is hitting him harder than anyone (but Drone) knows.

LordSei
22 July 2005, 12:24 PM
After not being able to find Cpt.Stennic Sei decides to head back to the flight deck. After being their for a little while looks up from the cockpit of his x-wing and sees a black bothan he immideatly recognizes standing near a y-wing.He jumps out of the cockpit and walks over "long time no see Kre.What are you doing here?

fallenjedi51
22 July 2005, 12:37 PM
Originally posted by LordSei
After not being able to find Cpt.Stennic Sei decides to head back to the flight deck. After being their for a little while looks up from the cockpit of his x-wing and sees a black bothan he immideatly recognizes standing near a y-wing.He jumps out of the cockpit and walks over "long time no see Kre.What are you doing here?


Hearing a familiar voice Kre turns around slowly with high expectations of who is there. "It is you Sei long time no see". Boy do I have stories to tell you after you helped me escape from those Imps that one time. I ran into a whole slew of bounty hunters IG-88, 4-Lom and more it seems like I was always running. Oh yea you asked a question well actually I got stationed on here on Charging Banthat Squadron I am Flight Leader Bone 9. I see you made it into the New Republic Military. What are you in Tempest Squadron.

Drendar Morevo
22 July 2005, 06:34 PM
General Morevo sat in his chair overlooking the bridge looking over what had happened in the mornings Military Dispatches... now three of his pilots had been transferred out. Luckily the ship had the necessary replacements (OOC: LordSei, and Stirtorret with an NPC), so they would still be at full pilot strength.

Time for the 'rounds'.
"Sensors, any contacts"
"Negative on all scans, not even any Merchant traffic sir."
"Understood lieutennant. Communications?"
"Just civilian comms from the surface outbound to the rest of the galaxy sir"
"Also good."
Lieutennant Irenon, a man on unimposing stature, practically addicted to caf proceded to spit it all over his screen in shock.
"Sensors reports Four hyperspace events off the port bow General!"
"Tactical, get our shields up. Sensors, Nature of Contacts?"
"Four Carrack Cruisers, they're launching TIES from external racks, mixes of Interceptors and Bombers by sensor signatures."
"Route comms through my station... All Fighters, we are at Scramble Situation, Four Carracks and 16 fighters of Bomber and Interceptor nature have appeared off our port bow, send them to the depths of the abyss."

A Klaxxon sounded throughout the vessel.

"Tactical, angle us towards the enemy vessels so we can give as much cover to our fighters as possible."


Maneuver to angle is DC 5. Roll is eleven. Maneuver succedes (even without modifiers).

Enemy Carracks are 40 squares away from bow of pride. they are closing at a rate of 6, their fighters at a rate of 8 for bombers and 12 for interceptors respectively.

coldskier0320
22 July 2005, 06:45 PM
Six was busy helping the tech crew run diagnostics on his X-Wing when the alert went out, so he was among the first pilots ready to go. Slipping into his hot seat, he strapped in and keyed in the engine prestart cycle as his crew dropped Jane into her shotgun position and he pulled on his helmet and strapped on a pair of gloves.

Withing moments, his engines were hot, and he was ready for liftoff. Comming the flight deck controller, he asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice, "Tempest Six to Control, I'm hot and standing by. I can launch now, or I can wait till i get a wing, your choice."

Then, switching to his ship's intercom to talk to Jane, "All snug back there? Don't want you shaking loose if I gotta roll or something." A slightly alarmed blurp. "No, I'm not serious, but are you ready? Good."

While Terent knew he was supposed to wait for his proper wingman, in a situation like this, he wondered how they'd deal with it. For the bombers, at least, the sooner the exxies could scope them, the better for the Pride. Still, he had no desire to take on squints alone. He knew what they were capable of...

fallenjedi51
22 July 2005, 06:56 PM
" Sorry Sei looks like I gotta go fight! Let's go R2 Unit hey whats ur name?" Kre looks down at his droid and sees R2-B9." Kre runs up to his star fighter and hops into the pilots seat "load this droid" he says to the techs. The pilots chair was broken in as if it has been used before. This battle was going to be intersting as Kre's first battle.
Starting pre start cycle in a few seconds the fighter was hot and and ready for combat.
Swithching to Prides radio frequency "Comand Lieutenant Kre'ok hot and ready for combat" then swithching to R2-B9 "ready for combat." "Let's lock and load B9 switch to Sei's frequency" as that is happening Kre throws on his Helmet. "Sei you ready ". Switch to comand "Sir awaiting orders".

Drendar Morevo
22 July 2005, 07:04 PM
A flight deck officer ran up to Flight Officer Indayce. "Youre being given temporary command of two flight... Good luck."


Another flight officer was assigned to wait until Lieutennant and Flight Officer Zeelas appeared. He was to tell them they would be flying their A-Wings, Zarya didn't have an X-Wing and Vooko's X-Wing wasn't finished with routine maintenance. It looked like they would get to practice their Twin A-Wing tactics sooner than later.

LordSei
22 July 2005, 07:05 PM
He the alarm sound then runs off towards his xwing were 4 was waiting in his socket and he jumped into the cockpit hearing Kre yell something. Then started the pre-flight sequence and almost started up the shields. "This is Tempest 4 ready to go all systems green want me to launch with six and Bone 9?" He said into the com. "Im ready Kre" He replied.

Rostek
22 July 2005, 08:44 PM
Pre-Alert-

Calo heard the knock on his door- "Enter." he said, remembering that that tech had said something about coming in last night to show his sim scores. Returning his salute, he stated plainly:
'Ah, Mr. Mace. Good to see you."


"Sr, last night at the party... I mentioned I'd like to apply for the vacant spot at your squadron, sir" he looked at the Captain
"You said you'd like to see my scores?" he hands him the datapadcard containing his sim-scores...
"So you did, and so I would." Calo replied, lookijng over the card on his desktop computer.
"Most impressive Mr. Mace... I've booked some sim time for any and all squadron members this afternoon- though I understand Lieutenant Korto has scheduled some for earlier. I recommend you ask to join him, and we'll see how you do this afternoon though I'll set you provisionally into the squadron rotation, congradulations. Dismissed."
Calo finished. After the man left, Calo was finally able to get up and leave his office for the brunch...

Post Alert-

"Stang!" Calo Stennic shouted at the sound of the klaxon.
Without further ado, he runs for Life Support and quickly gets suited up.
Monitoring the the command comm on his comlink, Calo hears Four's request as he connected the lifesupport column on his chest into his helmet-
"Negative- General, I strongly advise against that. If we launch piecemeal, they'll shoot us to bits. Better to throw one good punch than a bunch of sissy slaps." he says, finishing the lifesupport check in what most would consider "unsafe" time.
"C'mon!" he shouts at any other pilots in Life Support (unless anyone not on watch plans on going out without a flight suit, you probably will be).
Calo and the others (if any) race down the corridors and into the lift down to the flight deck.
"Are we ready!" Calo shouts at the nearest mechanic, donning his helmet as he spoke.
Whatever the response, Calo heads around the right side of the craft around the back to the ladder, giving the ship as good a visual inspection as he good given the circumstances.
Noting Cold was in his customary position, warming up all systems, Calo settles into his chair and straps in, adjusting the inertial compensator to his favored level and\ fiddling with the ECM switch.
"Cold, divert hyperdrive power into shields- we need all the force multipliers we can get."
"Tower, this is Tempest Leader- clear the deck, we are going to be lifting off as soon as I've got two flights ready!" he said into the comm. Switching the Pride fighter group's channel, he continues.
"This is Tempest Leader, all fighters, report status!"

[OOC: As soon as 8 Tempests are in their cockpits, they will lift off (with any full Bantha flights, subject to Duke's OK)
May the Force be with us]



Cold makes two Repair rolls as Move Actions, DC 15 each, to reroute power:

Roll 1: 2, +14 Repair Skill Mod. = 16
Roll 2: 6, +14 Repair Skill Mod. = 20

Shields get +10 points

Calo Move Action: Attempts to increase the ship's Defense with a DC 20 Computer Use Check:

Roll: 12, +9 Computer Use Skill Mod. = 21

Ship's base Defense now 24


EDIT- Added rolls
EDIT2- Added response to Stirroret's post below

Norseman
22 July 2005, 09:29 PM
Crix spent the intervening morning working in on sims and whatnot- the Flight Officer then caught breakfast in the mess and finally had landed in the pilot lounge, with GNN on in the background and Bantha 10- Flight Officer Konarr was in the process of losing a game of Holochess to one of the astromechs.
Crix read an op-ed in a Coruscani newspaper and stretched out on one of the couches.
Damn fascist Imperialists. he thought to himself and discarded the datapad onto the table.
It was just then when the klaxxon sounded.
"Well, looks like leave's canceled." he muttered.
"You can say that again." Konarr replied to his rhetorical question.
"Let's go! Life Support first." Crix said, leading the way.
As the two got dressed, Crix tried his best to avoid leering at the reasonably good looking Y-Wing pilot and to his credit, succeeded.
"I think we're ready." he said to no one in particular.


"C'mon!" he shouts at any other pilots in Life Support (unless anyone not on watch plans on going out without a flight suit, you probably will be).
Calo and the others (if any) race down the corridors and into the lift down to the flight deck.
"Are we ready!" Calo shouts at the nearest mechanic, donning his helmet as he spoke.

Crix dutifully followed his CO to the flight bay.
Trying to do some semblance of a preflight inspection, Crix circles his fighter, looking over the outside hull for any sign of damage.
"Niner, reroute hyperdrive power to the shields and put on the group channel." he said to his droid, who had plugged in as Crix had entered the flight bay. The pilot entered his ship and strapped in, fixing his inertial comp and making sure systems were operating properly.


"This is Tempest Leader, all fighters, report status!"
"Tempest Four, standing by- four green, systems optimal." Crix reported.
May the Force be with us he thought fleetingly.

Ash DuQuennes
22 July 2005, 10:18 PM
Ash sprinted for the flight deck like the Evil One himself was on his 'six' and gaining fast. If the squadron's astromechs and deck personnel were following SOP, they'd be starting the fighter's engines and warming up weapons and shields.

Ash stopped in the Squadron Ready Room just off the Flight Deck long enough to grab his flight gear before continuing on to The Meanstreak. Arriving in front of his fighter, he dropped down on his butt onto the deck, jamming both legs into his flight suit, before springing back onto his feet and pulling the coverall-like garment up over his shoulders, and zipping it up. Strapping on both gunbelts as the ground crews zipped up his flight suit's leg and boot seals, he finished by sticking both arms straight behind him while one technician slipped his survival vest over his outstrectched arms and another roughly placed his flight helmet on his head. Without bothering to zip up the vest or fasten his helmet, Ash swarmed up the fighter's retractable boarding ladder and dropped into the pilot's seat, his eyes scanning his status board for the tell-tale green lights that would indicate his fighter was in all readiness. It was.

Bantha squadron was arriving at a dead run by twos-and-threes, so he took the time to adjust the environmental controls, setting the inertial compensators to .99. His gunner, Private Fynn Melvar, came sprinting up, and Ash leaned as far forward as possible to allow him to swarm over the front seat and into the back, where he began running diagnostics on all his torpedoes with one hand and strapping himself in with the other. Ash ordered Squeaker to engage the ECM, even as he rerouted power from the hyperdrive to the laser cannons; the Pride and her defenders needed to end this battle fast, and he needed every erg of energy he could cram through his main guns to do that.


Ash makes two Repair rolls as Move Actions, DC 15 each, to reroute power:

Roll 1: 14, +8 Repair Skill Mod. = 22
Roll 2: 9, +8 Repair Skill Mod. = 17

Laser Cannons now do 6d10x2

Astromech Move Action: Squeaker attempts to increase the ship's Defense with a DC 20 Computer Use Check:

Roll: 14, +14 Computer Use Skill Mod. = 28

Ship's base Defense now 24

Opening the squadron push, he called out to his people, "Bone squadron, this is Bone Daddy. By The Numbers."

coldskier0320
23 July 2005, 02:35 AM
"This is Tempest Leader, all fighters, report status!"

As Terent finished adjusting his flight suit (not an easy task while strapped into his seat!) he pauses long enough to reply, "Tempest Six, standing by."

Switching back to his comm with Jane he says, "Hey, work your magic, see if you can't get me some more power for those lasers. No, I'll handle that."

Adjusting a variety of switches, Six diverts power from his hyperdrive to his weapons systems. While Jane squeezes every free millijoule of energy she can from the engines to further boost the lasers.

As he's doing this, he switches back to open comm for the squadron and asks, "So who's ready to roll in two flight? I've been given temporary command of two flight and I want us out there ASAP!"

((OOC:

Six:
Divert power from hyperdrive (take 10): 10 + 8 = 18
Boost lasers (take 10): 10 + 8 = 15

Jane (using starship power override):
Power lasers without rerouting power (take 10): 10 + 19 = 29

Lasers now doing 9d10x2.))

Ris
23 July 2005, 04:06 AM
Visiting Korto, before the battle
Zarya ignores the state of the room as she sits. She feels sorry for Tempest 9. Vook's right--this guy is not happy, probably because of the change in flight leadershiip. Korto's tone as he mentions their CO confirms it.

"'mornin. I've seen you around. you must be a tempest pilot. Stennic send you?"
"Yes I am & no, he didn't. I sent myself," she ginned. "I'm Three Flight's former newbie, Zarya." She'd decided outside the door to start on a first name only basis. From what her twin had said about the man, he wasn't likely to want to hear the name "Zeelas." Kinda surprised he didn't recognize I'm the "other Zeelas." Korto's probably just too tired or hungover, and the Grapevine's been so--charmed--with Ms Tara, nothing I did would get talked about. He'll know it the first time he sees us together--or maybe he does realize who I must be & is ready to judge me on my own merits. "This is just a social call, I wanted to meet the rest of my squadronmates--so I decided to stop in. Hope you don't mind? I've been wanting to get in some sim time--not used to X's--& I hate to do them when every pilot I'm flying with is computer-genned. Maybe after lunch? I'm devoting the rest of my morning to my snubbie. And we can round up a few of the other pilots," she adds. "If you had other plans, that's OK. But I would like to talk, when you're feeling more awake." Zarya managed to put a sweet Eager-to-tag-along Kid Sister look on her face--one she'd never had to use with Vooko. After Korto replies, Zarya prepares to head off for her other errands.

(OOC to Psych: you can reply when you do your next post & if you want to continue the conversation, just ask her to stay. Always a bit of Temporal Displacment in these games as people get to the same time.)

************
Flight Deck
As she hurried to the flight deck, Zarya allowed herself to wonder if Six would be there. Although she knew Vooko's advice, second-hand or not, was wise, she did like the cute pillot. But how much, was the question. What do I want out of this? A cute friend to hang with? A serious boyfriend to cuddle or... Zarya's girlish musings as she headed to the Heartbreaker are interrupted by the call to scramble. Wonderful! This is a very bad time with so many pilots hungover or just underslept. Zarya starts to head for Life Support, then stops, usnsure what she'll be flying. Just as she recalls Vooko telling her they'll fly the TZ's a Deck Officer runs over to tell her the same thing. He's already got her black-&-white flak vest & the Life-support chestbox & connecting hoses. "Charged & checked over," he tells her as she pulls on the vest. "Good, thanks," Zarya puts on the gear, going through the check with the officer's aid, just like she would on a racing flight, then starts to her locker for helmet & the rest of her gear. "Have you seen Lt. Zeelas? Let him know I'm here & getting ready."
"Will do--May the Force be with you!"

When she gets to her snub, the techs have just finished refueling Heartbreaker. Zarya begins her pre-flight with the help of one of the techs. She clambers into her seat & starts warming the dainty snub up, checking the readouts, epceially the status of her modded lasers, and bringing her repulsers online. Just like a race she told herself as always, feeling adrenaline in her veins. Even over the comm-distortion, it was easy to hear the excitement in Zarya's voice as she commed, "Tempest 12--all green and very good to go!" Vooko would recognize that line, it was his sister's signature check-in with Tancredi.
(OOC to Vanger) you can add in whatever comm-chatter & launch stuff you feel like for Zarya)

PsychoInfiltrator
23 July 2005, 05:33 AM
TALIKING WITH ZARYA

"I usually have an early lunch, or brunch, so I'll be in the sims already. If you can round up some pilots that'd be great. If not-It'd be nice to sim with somebody less ego than the pirates I used to get stuck with-and I wouldn't be surprised if you were a whole lot more talented than them." (Korto half-laughs) "Anyways, these New Rep flightsuits are annoyingly different from what I'm used to, so I'm going to go suit up and just walk around for awhile. And I suspect Drone wants to watch the techs work-so I guess I'll see you after lunch."Everyone-other than that bloody Stennic and probly Vooko is so FRIENDLY around here. Big difference from what I'm used to

AFTER KLAXON

Korto, still suited, climbed into his X-Wing, not noticing that the black stripe to 'commemerate' Twelve's death was still not there, though he did notice that some tech had dutifully stencilled three dupes and a tranport onto his X-wing. Drone was already in his little 'cubby' and had (surprising Korto) gone through and done most of the preflight.
"Good work Drone."
After Korto finished the preflight, he decided to have somebody paint 'Vengeance' on his X, to match the name Korto had already given it.
"Tempest Nine, all systems go. ... Lead, what are we up against?" Korto asked, in the serious, almost callous, tone he used when he was trying not to let personal animosity get in the way of a mission.

Stirroret
23 July 2005, 05:48 AM
At the party


"...Unregistered jedi....? who told you that?... "

"Well my CO...sir" Jaster Mace ordered a drink and looked at the General with hopeful eye


"...Oh well matters little because it's true. Yes there is an Open Spot on tempest squadron... but you're a mechanic leaving the maintenance division and going into piloting is a bit of a jump...But if you're good enough I see no foreseeable problem...

Jaster Mace smiled, good enough? I aced my last run in the sims he thought to himself and looked sipped a glass of jawa juice


"...just go speak with captain stennic first, and tell him I'm alright with any changes he want to make to the squadron roster"

Jaster saluted the General, emptied the glass and looked at his wristwatch...the hours were late and he felt the working hours tiring him down...this will be done first thing tomorrow after a good night's sleep he thought to himself, not seeing Captain Stennic listening to what he had just said


"Well... I suppose if your sim scores are decent, we can put you into a simulated mission with the rest of the squad, see how you do.
I'd recommend practicing tomarrow, then the day after, we'll see what you've got. That sound acceptable, Mr....", Stennic said

"Mace, Jaster Mace...", Jaster Mace said surprised.


"Mr. Mace?"

"I'll front my scores and report to your office first thing...", Jaster Mace said and before saluting, making his leave heading for his bunks on the level below...

The next morning...

Jaster Mace awoke bright and early, knowing that he had an early shift on flightdeck. And after a few hours on duty he was given permission by his chief mechanic to head for Captain Stennics office with the sim-scores on his datadad.
He had flown the X-wing sims hundreds of times and knew its capabilities inside out. The last 10 of runs made 98,99% score...the last six had been 100%'s, so he felt confident when he knocked on the door to Captain Stennics office and entered as he heard the voice of the Captain saying "enter"

Jaster opened the door and entered the office standing attention, saluting his superior officer... "sir, last night at the party... I mentioned I'd like to apply for the vacant spot at your squadron, sir" he looked at the Captain
"you said you'd like to see my scores?" he hands him the datapadcard containing his sim-scores...

Gyp Ryol
23 July 2005, 09:13 AM
K'zk may not speak Basic, but he knows a battle alarm when he hears one. Fortunately for him and Essix, they were both on the Flight Deck, trying to get some sort of translator program working in K'zk's X-wing. K'zk and one of the Mon Cal techs had managed to get the translator working on incoming transmissions, but something went screwy on outgoing communications.

Not that it mattered now. The Mon Cal, Daclu, gave K'zk a thumbs up and dashed to get some ladders. Meanwhile, Essix helped K'zk into his flightsuit, which was slightly bulky on the little alien. As K'zk adjusted the chin strap on his helmet, Daclu returned with a pair of yellow ladders and an astromech crane. He slapped one onto the side of the fighter for K'zk to get up, and put the other one up where he could help Essix get in.

As he climbed up the ladder, he saw his commander, Captain Stennic, dash to his own X-wing. K'zk quickly hopped into his cockpit and began to warm up the snubfighter. "Walla yoora, Sallyl. Elsik guusch ves la," says K'zk to Essix. Essix tweedles and beeps in response, and activates the translator program just in time for Stennic's transmission.

K'zk crosses his fingers and reports in. "Ussy alla Vwompet Eks. Erres ulks snes ets," he says. The computer whirs softly, and transmits a rough translation over the comm channel.

"Tempest Two. Systems go."

Essix gives an electronic cheer, and K'zk whoops in glee. He gives Daclu a salute as the Mon Cal tops off the fighter's fuel.

Rostek
23 July 2005, 10:46 AM
As his fighter levitated off the deck to move towards takeoff position, Calo heard Nine's question over the comm.



"Tempest Nine, all systems go. ... Lead, what are we up against?"
"So glad you asked- 16 squints and dupes coming in at 020. I assume the Bones will grace us with their particular talents against the dupes.
W'e're gonna play with the squints" Calo replied.


EDIT: per Ash's request :)

Drendar Morevo
23 July 2005, 10:49 AM
The ships comm's officer piped through Captain Stennics comm system.

"Captain Stennic, you have Eight fighters ready for launch, you are cleared for launch"


OOC: Two Pilots will be NPCd for this battle. Red5_5s former spot and Mack Jace unless he decides to show up.

"Tempest Five reports ready, four green and nominal."

"Tempest Seven, four engines lit, ready to go."

Drendar Morevo
23 July 2005, 12:02 PM
The rest of Charging Bantha squadron hears the Klaxxon and makes it to the flight deck in short order set up in their flight suits and ready to go as if they'd done this hundreds of times before.

"Bantha Two has two green and ready to burn."

"Bantha Three good to go."

"Bantha Four, prepped and ready to launch."

"Bantha Five, Engines are go."

"Bantha Six, Two lit and ready."

"Bantha Seven, ready for launch."

"Bantha Eight, just turn me loose."

"Bantha Ten, Ready and rearin."

"Bantha Eleven, All systems go."

"Bantha Twelve is nominal for launch."

Rostek
23 July 2005, 12:23 PM
Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
The ships comm's officer piped through Captain Stennics comm system.

"Captain Stennic, you have Eight fighters ready for launch, you are cleared for launch"



"Tempest Five reports ready, four green and nominal."

"Tempest Seven, four engines lit, ready to go."

"That's a rog. Flight One launch- Flight Two line up for go, accelerate to attack speed."
Calo and his flight shoot out from under the Pride and roll up to a position out and in front of the ship.
"Aquire targets and prepare to engage. Tally ho."


One flight launches at Attack speed. As a move, we'll come out from under the hull into open space out away from and above the ship to give the gunners a clear field of fire on the Carracks. Ready an action to attack a target once it comes into range. Tally ho, indeed :D


Switching channels, Ash called up Tempest squadron. "Calo, Duke. Bone squadron's shiny. We'll lauch after you."
"Copy- good hunting, Duke." Calo replied.
"Cold, get me a firing solution on that lead squint" he said. Cold\ tootled and whirred, tuning the targeting sensors.



Cold makes CU check against DC 20

Roll 11+ 11 mod= 22
Pilot adds +2 to attack

INIT: Roll 16 + 2 + 3= 21
EDIT- Respond to Ash and add extra buff :D

Ash DuQuennes
23 July 2005, 12:24 PM
"Roger, Boneheads, listen up. One and Three Flight will take the Dupes, Two Flight will split into Elements to cover us from any Squints who get by Tempest. Blast 'Em, Zap'Em, and Hate' Em with everything, even Nukes if you have to, but try to conserve 'em; we'll need most of those for the Carracks. Gunners: Zap anything that ain't friendly that's in range.

Switching channels, Ash called up Tempest squadron. "Calo, Duke. Bone squadron's shiny. We'll lauch after you."

Edit: changed squadron engagement orders to allow proton torpedoes against fighters, if necessary.

Norseman
23 July 2005, 01:24 PM
Crix fixes his ECM on and taxies his ship to the launch point.
"Niner, gimmie some extra boom to the main guns." he said to his droid.


"That's a rog. Flight One launch- Flight Two line up for go, accelerate to attack speed."
Calo and his flight shoot out from under the Pride and roll up to a position out and in front of the ship.
"Aquire targets and prepare to engage. Tally ho."
"Copy, on me, Four." Crix said, following Captain Stennic and Two tightly up and around the huge bulk of the Pride.
"Niner, see if, see if you can't fix the damn ECM- the I can't the frequency I'm getting is all wrong." Crix said, following the rest of One flight with his eyes. "And fix up one of the front squints in the sensors." he added quickly. Niner blatted and noted his success with a boop.
"Alright, boss, we're right behind you." Crix said with a grin.



Round 1:
Niner makes two DC 15 Repair checks.
Roll- 6 + 14= 20
Roll- 17 + 14= 31

Lasers now do 8d10x2 damage.

Crix attempts DC 20 CU check
Roll 11 + 7= 18 FAILURE

Round 2
Crix 2 Move action (attack speed)+ ready attack action when TIEs come into range.

Niner makes two DC 20 CU checks

Roll 13 + 11= 24
Roll 16 + 11= 27

Defense now 24
Attack +2

Stirroret
23 July 2005, 01:47 PM
Jaster Mace walked away with a good feeling after the meeting with Captain Stennic finally, after all this time...I'll actually get an X-wing slothe smiled and reported back to his CO, Chief Mechanic Josoro, after booking a vacant slot in the sim, to begin his assigned duties.
After an hour of checking engines he felt like getting a cup of Corellian Coffee in the Mechanics Lounge...

Suddenly an alarm went off in the Mechs lounge "General Quarters...all off-duty ground personel report for duty", a female voice over the speakers. All mechs, including Mace, dropped everything to rush for the flightdeck to prep the last remaining flights for combat.

On the way he passed Chief Mechanic Josoro "hey Techno, they're a man short...they need another wing...", he said shortbreathed at the top of his lungs "I'm on it sir!", he said and Josoro gave him a flightsuit saying "I knew you'd say that...", he jumped in the flightsuit and rushed towards the flightdeck like he was on fire.

He ran up towards Tempest 10, a flight he knew well and had grown funned of. He looked around to see where Captain Stennic was "Sir, I hope you guys don't mind me tagging along!", he yelled and jumped in. His friend, a mon calamari mech, buckled him up with a smile "give 'em hell Jazz...", he said in basic and jumped down as they cleared the deck...

He turned on the flight and closed the cockpit


OOC: flightcheck: rolled 18. 18+9=27, For lift-off.

The X-wing shooted off the platform and he immediately flew in the proper formation...


...
Tempest 8...ready
Tempest 9...ready

"Tempest 10...ready" let's just hope they won't courtmarshall me for this he thought with a sigh as

"Captain Stennic, General Morevo...sirs...I hope you guys don't mind some help", he said and check the status of his X....it had been prepped to a satisfactory level...

Rostek
23 July 2005, 02:06 PM
Sir, I hope you guys don't mind me tagging along!",
Calo didn't have time to object-
"Stick with Nine at all times and you'll be alright." the Captain said into the comm. Krono wasn't the most nurturing of wingmen, but he would probably be a safe bet to keep Mace alive.

coldskier0320
23 July 2005, 02:25 PM
After Flight One is clear, Terent eases in his repulsors. Using his foot pedals to guide his fighter to the opening of the bay, he gets on the squad comm, "Lead, this is Six, We're right behind you."

As he cycles out his repulsors in favor of his sublights, he accelerates to attack speed, then comms his flight as he flies up and away from the Pride, "Allright boys and girls, lock S-foils in attack position. Squints on the menu today. They're fast and maneuverable, but ain't got no shields. If they give you a head on, take it, you'll always come out on top. Another thing, don't get split up from your wingman, together you're twice as dangerous, and ten times more likely to land this thing unscratched."

With that, Terent spots a flight of squints coming in on an intercept vector for his flight. Using his knowledge of TIE tactics, he lines up head on with the one he thinks is flight leader.

"Jane, gimme a target lock, and tdo what you can to foul their targetting computers.", he says. As soon as he gets it, he lets fly.

((OOC: Take ten on all rolls for getting into position.

Jane (Comp Use): 8 (roll) + 20 = 28 For target lock on lead squint.
(Comp Use): 11 + 20 = 21 For +2 to Defense. (New total = 26 (2 from Jane, 2 from speed)).

Six (attack on fighter): 17 (roll) + 2 (BAB) + 3 (Dex) + 2 (lock) - 2 (speed) = 22

Damage: (5+5+3+9+1+6+10+3+3) x 2 = 90))

Ash DuQuennes
23 July 2005, 03:32 PM
Originally posted by Rostek
"Copy- good hunting, Duke." Calo replied.

Ash acknowledged distantly, calm settling over him like a cool cloth on a fevered brow as he watched two flights of Tempest squadron ramp up and launch.


Bantha Squadron:
I'll assume two combat rounds (12 seconds) to "prep ship" as we wait for Tempest to launch. In that time, Astromech's will enage ECM (DC 20 check, Computer Use +11, Take 10, auto success), Bantha's Defense now 24; plus, reroute power from hyperdrive to shields (two Move Actions, DC 15, Repair +14, auto success, Bantha shields at 60 pts.

Seeing that his squadron was holding on repulsors, Ash keyed the squadron push and simply said, "Follow me." Easing the throttles forward, Ash guided The Meanstreak through the exit portal and into space, looking over his shoulder to make sure his last fighter was clear before kicking in his sublights and accelerating to attack velocity.

Combat Round 1 in space:

"Form up," Ash ordered, and Bantha's Two, Three, and Four slid into formation around him; Three Flight formed up on his right, and Two Flight dropped back slightly and split into two, two-ship elements to cover One and Three Flight, their gunners scanning ahead towards the incoming Imperial fighters for any targets of opportunity.


One Flight Initiative; Roll: 17, +7 = 24

Two Flight Initiative:

Bantha 5 & 6, covering Three Flight; Roll: 12, +7 = 19

Bantha 7 & 8, covering One Flight; Roll: 18, +7 = 25, will delay to 23

Three Flight Initiative: on fallenjedi

At Attack Velocity, Bantha Defense is now 26.

Selecting the left-most Dupe, Ash lined up for a head-to-head pass; Squeaker, seeing what was going on, attempted to increase the resolution on the laser cannon's fire control system, and angle The Meanstreak's shields.


Squeaker will as a Move Action add +2 to Ash's Attack Roll, DC 20 check, Computer Use Skill +11, Take 10, auto success

Move Action: Angle shields forward, for 100 pts forward arc.

The rest of Bantha does likewise; falenjedi will do as he sees fit.

OOC: Drendar, what's the range to target? We're 8+ (and opening) sq.behind Tempest, I'm assuming Dupes are behind Sqints.

PsychoInfiltrator
23 July 2005, 05:36 PM
IC:
"Ten, who in the galaxy are you?(presumably receives response) Ah well, just follow instructions. (Korto adds, almost as an afterthought, in a slightly pained voice) And if you get hit bad, get out. Don't play hero. And DON'T play space junk. I'll shoot TIEs off you if you try to flee after being hit, but I won't if you do a suicide run." If you do that I might just follow you. ...
Combat Round One
Korto: (Init: roll 4 +5=9) accelerates to Attack Speed, then takes aim at another interceptor: Roll:19 +13=32.hit: (1,1,8,4,9,3,4)x2 +1=61 damage to interceptor
"Rats-just nicked him."
Drone: Makes sure that he can disconnect certain wires involving weapons if Korto suddenly decides to hit Stennic (or Vooko) with a pair of torpedoes and uses his other move action to angle Korto's shields forward.
Round Two:
Korto: fires on the squint he hit before; Roll: 20+13= 33 Dmg: (5+1+1+8+3+6+2)x2+1= 55 damge=Very Dead Squint.
"Chalk one up for Vengeance..."

EDIT1: Does Drone's action for round 1

EDIT2: Didn't realize that we were in range.

EDIT3: bored of waiting for Vooko