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Drendar Morevo
6 October 2005, 07:20 PM
General Morevo strode into the room and tried to stifle the smile on his face, but he couldn't deny his bit of happiness.

He motioned to the trooper at the back of the room and the Holo-Display started.

"As you can see our assault was a phenominal success. Their forces were greater in number but we were better. Our kill ratio makes us look like rogue squadron, but as any pilot can tell you, you boys are not Rogue squadron."

"Now for the low-down. The turrets were purely static, causing little trouble for our forces, Bantha's, hats off to you."

"The uglies posed a bit more of a threat, they also seemed to cause a bit of damage to a few of our pilots. But damage control was tight and thanks to some quick thinking our pilots made it out alive."

"The lancer was an absoulte surprise, especially since it wasn't armed with simple laser cannons. Also it had one other distinct characteristic. the Ventral hull is largely expanded to accomodate the repulsorlift generators that give this bucket atmospheric capability. Ironically the destruction of the vessel revealed what we were sent here for."

"The AT-ATs posed little threat, they were probably hoping for a low level bombing run but instead were greeted by a torpedo barrage from both our squadrons."

"Post raid we have taken much in the way of supplies. Many of the secondary explosions many of you saw were from high-explosive muntions and vehicle fuel. Alot of said fuel and munitions were still intact and we took much of it. Teradoc will not be happy. And Bleargah is absoultely furious. Like I care."

"I have one promotion that only I can give, situation warrants. Captain DuQuennes, would you step foreward?"
(open spot for actions)
"You've been with this ship for a long time, as has your squadron, now that we have another squadron on board I am obliged to do something that has been a long time coming. In honor for distinguished service to this vessel and your squadron, it pleases me to promote you to the rank of Commander." He held out the new rank insignia he was hiding in his pocket. "Congratulations Commander DuQuennes."

PsychoInfiltrator
7 October 2005, 01:46 PM
. And Bleargah is absoultely furious. Like I care."
He's still alive? RATS!!! Thought they nailed him...


"I have one promotion that only I can give, situation warrants. Captain DuQuennes, would you step foreward?"
Let's see...waht's one up from Captain? ... Commander?


"You've been with this ship for a long time, as has your squadron, now that we have another squadron on board I am obliged to do something that has been a long time coming. In honor for distinguished service to this vessel and your squadron, it pleases me to promote you to the rank of Commander." He held out the new rank insignia he was hiding in his pocket. "Congratulations Commander DuQuennes."

Ironically, Korto was among the first to start clapping.

Vanger Chevane
7 October 2005, 01:54 PM
headed to the briefing, most of his attention on his datapad, going over what Calo had said & putting together a list of suggestions to shoot him when he came in.

- Coordinate w/DuQuennes bout type of Joint Sim & roles req'd.
- Intel on upcoming missions, rapid-response drills?
- Repair/Replace 4 X (pilot)?
- Promo's, OK all.

Walking into the room and looking up from his datapad he spots Zarya & Six chatting happily. Moving into the row behind, he claps each one on the shoulder & interposes his head. With a mischevous grin, he quietly says "Congratulations, Lieutenant."

Rostek
7 October 2005, 02:02 PM
"As you can see our assault was a phenominal success. Their forces were greater in number but we were better. Our kill ratio makes us look like rogue squadron, but as any pilot can tell you, you boys are not Rogue squadron."

Calo nodded soberly as he took his seat, front and to the left of the display. Taking out his datapad, Calo made a few minor notes about the display's deployment of enemy forces for future incorperation into training scenarios.
If they're going to be fighting us like this, then we should get to know these tactics inside and out. he thought, scribbling.



"Post raid we have taken much in the way of supplies. Many of the secondary explosions many of you saw were from high-explosive muntions and vehicle fuel. Alot of said fuel and munitions were still intact and we took much of it. Teradoc will not be happy. And Bleargah is absoultely furious. Like I care."
"Figures." Calo said, muttering. That had been his guess- but it was a pleasent surprise to see that their strike had left enough intact to be useful.


"I have one promotion that only I can give, situation warrants. Captain DuQuennes, would you step foreward?"
Calo smiled- he knew what was coming.



"You've been with this ship for a long time, as has your squadron, now that we have another squadron on board I am obliged to do something that has been a long time coming. In honor for distinguished service to this vessel and your squadron, it pleases me to promote you to the rank of Commander." He held out the new rank insignia he was hiding in his pocket. "Congratulations Commander DuQuennes."
Calo clapped politely at the not-unexpected development, and noted Puck's face had twisted into the thought of a joke- something the pilot would have to wait a few minutes to deliver properly.

coldskier0320
7 October 2005, 02:56 PM
With a mischevous grin, he quietly says "Congratulations, Lieutenant."

At this, Terent shoots the kid a quizzical glance, then realization hits him and he smiles broadly, "Congratulations, Zarya!"

Still grinning he sketches a quick, informal salute, then the general started his presentation.


"You've been with this ship for a long time, as has your squadron, now that we have another squadron on board I am obliged to do something that has been a long time coming. In honor for distinguished service to this vessel and your squadron, it pleases me to promote you to the rank of Commander." He held out the new rank insignia he was hiding in his pocket. "Congratulations Commander DuQuennes."

Terent clapped politely with the rest of the assembly. Though he hadn't really gotten to know the man, he seemed like someone he would like, and certainly deserving of the award. He knew that just by the way his men looked at him.

((OOC: Since Terent doesn't know he's getting promoted (I think he is, anyway), I played him totally in-character. :P))

Vanger Chevane
8 October 2005, 06:56 AM
At this, Terent shoots the kid a quizzical glance, then realization hits him and he smiles broadly, "Congratulations, Zarya!"
"And you as well Six. For some bizarre reason Calo's asking my opinion of things, including promotions.

I know Zarya deserves it, your own experience and performance warrants something more than Flight Officer, Mister Ralter is due for another pip as well.

Since Lieutenant is the last Non-Leadership rank in Starfighter Command, we probably won't be near one another after the next one and it'll likely be long in coming."

Seeing Calo on his way to the front row of where the Tempests were seated, digs out his datapad, aims at Calo and taps the transmit key a few times as Lead walks by.

The he settles in for the Debrief.


"The uglies posed a bit more of a threat, they also seemed to cause a bit of damage to a few of our pilots. But damage control was tight and thanks to some quick thinking our pilots made it out alive."
If you don't look out for your squad- & shipmates, they won't do it for you. We seem to be doing a good job of covering for each other, with a few minor exceptions.

As Ash is promoted, Vooko applauds along with everyone else. Now he's fully rated as a Wing Commander. Does this mean we'll see a third squadron soon? Course General Crespin's Comet group is all of two Training squads of A's.

Wonder what other surprises are in the queue for today?

Drendar Morevo
8 October 2005, 07:26 AM
After the applause died down a tiny bit.

"Now, captain stennic, I believe you have some anouncements for the squadron? Something of interest I hope?"

Mack Jace
8 October 2005, 12:50 PM
"As you can see our assault was a phenominal success. Their forces were greater in number but we were better. Our kill ratio makes us look like rogue squadron, but as any pilot can tell you, you boys are not Rogue squadron."
Thanks for reminding me. That means that we'll just have to step up our game. He smiled at this, then listened to the General.

"The lancer was an absoulte surprise, especially since it wasn't armed with simple laser cannons. Also it had one other distinct characteristic. the Ventral hull is largely expanded to accomodate the repulsorlift generators that give this bucket atmospheric capability. Ironically the destruction of the vessel revealed what we were sent here for." Huh? How could the destruction of something reveal what we were looking for? He clapped along with everyone else when Ash was promoted.

Rostek
8 October 2005, 01:41 PM
(OOC: N-man's having a bit of computer trouble, so he told me to post for him- he ran by the gist of what I am posting, and he OK'ed it naturally. This is a paraphrase, but one that I believe conveys the message well enough- and again, this is no strike on Korto- just Crix's opinion, which given his more normal past, shouldn't be surprising)

K'zk:
K'zk exited his craft and headed immidietely for lifesupport to get out of the horribly constricting flightsuit and flak vest. Finally comfortable in a standard issue shipsuit with provisional unit patches and name and rank insignia, K'zk entered the chamber and took a seat in the third row, behind where Captain Stennic was seated comfortably.

Crix:

Crix heard Korto's outburst in the bay very clearly as he left.
Geez... someone needs to lay off the stim-tea he thought. Despite his academic feeling of pity of Krono's familial history, Crix couldn't bring himself to give the former pirate a pass on his life choices and behavior in that (in his opinion) unneccessary outburst, just because of detatchment issues. He knows what he's doing and what he has been doing- if he were incapable of that, then he sure as hell shouldn't be here the young Coruscani thought with a shake of his head.
I'd better get to the debrief and stop worrying about other people's issues. None of my business anyway. he thought, stepping into the lift which he had just called.
"Good day, Ensign Riig." Crix said with a disarming smile to the young deck officer who was coming back up to the main decks from her combat station, and who had been the occupant of the lift before Crix called it.
She smiled back and replied- "Good flight, FO Ralter?"
"Profitable... profitable- thanks for asking." Crix replied.
"My stop" he said, stepping off. "Have a pleasent day, Ensign." Crix said, waving goodbye as the door closed.

The debrief was fairly boring as far as Crix was concerned- no more than usual though. In his seat next to the similarly bored K'zk (who was using a datapad to follow the general's words in basic, as part of his literacy program). The pilot still paid attention, of course, and noted with interest the General's mention of "what we were looking for".
What? Well, there usually is an overarching mandate for the capship... I guess the Pride's involves intel about Teradoc's assets he thought, clapping along with everyone else and Bantha Lead's promotion.


Calo:

Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
After the applause died down a tiny bit.

"Now, Captain Stennic, I believe you have some anouncements for the squadron? Something of interest I hope?"

"Thank you General- and yes, I have several announcments regarding my squadron." Calo said, moving up to the speaker's area with the General and Duke.
"First of all, there are a few matters of squadron organization that have been addressed. Being a new unit, Tempest had not been properly organized, since I had been substituted after the inital shakedown for your training CO*, and hadn't had time to choose my officers or their positions and so was left with the training officer and former CO's provisional choices. So it is my great pleasure to name Lieutenant Zeelas the squadron executive officer, Lieutenant Bitrok as Squadron Operations Officer, and Lieutenant Krono as Training Officer- so he's the man you're going to talk to to find out about the upcoming squadron sim practice in a few days, as well as about scheduling sim time." Calo allows this to sink in, as well as allow any applause which may or may not come.
"Also- I have the pleasure of announcing several more things: Flight Officers Zeelas, Indayce and Ralter, front and center!" Calo says with a smile.
Once the three are down front, Calo continues:
"While these are just now circulating through Command, General Morevo has given me authority to frock you all as Lieutenants in Fighter Command until such time as Command accepts or rejects my proposals to promote you, Congratulations." the squadron leader said with a smile, handing out the provisional insignia and shaking the hand of each pilot.

Crix:
Crix is stunned- I make ace, and get promoted? Wow, this is a great day all around! he thought excitedly, taking the the insignia and shaking the Captain's hand, with a mutteredly exited, "Thank you sir!".

PsychoInfiltrator
9 October 2005, 06:02 AM
OOC:
Crix heard Korto's outburst in the bay very clearly as he left.
Geez... someone needs to lay off the stim-tea he thought. Despite his academic feeling of pity of Krono's familial history, Crix couldn't bring himself to give the former pirate a pass on his life choices and behavior in that (in his opinion) unneccessary outburst, just because of detatchment issues. He knows what he's doing and what he has been doing- if he were incapable of that, then he sure as hell shouldn't be here the young Coruscani thought with a shake of his head.
I'd better get to the debrief and stop worrying about other people's issues. None of my business anyway. he thought, stepping into the lift which he had just called.

That's very much a long the lines of what I'd expect. In no way is it Korto-bashing.

IC:

Thank you General- and yes, I have several announcments regarding my squadron." Calo said, moving up to the speaker's area with the General and Duke.
"First of all, there are a few matters of squadron organization that have been addressed. Being a new unit, Tempest had not been properly organized, since I had been substituted after the inital shakedown for your training CO*, and hadn't had time to choose my officers or their positions and so was left with the training officer and former CO's provisional choices. So it is my great pleasure to name Lieutenant Zeelas the squadron executive officer, Lieutenant Bitrok as Squadron Operations Officer, and Lieutenant Krono as Training Officer- so he's the man you're going to talk to to find out about the upcoming squadron sim practice in a few days, as well as about scheduling sim time." Calo allows this to sink in, as well as allow any applause which may or may not come.


Korto salutes (proper hand, even regulation this time) Calo, then turns to face Vooko and Morec and claps respectfully for them if others do as well.
I wasn't expecting this...but I guess Calo's giving me a chance after all. I'll show him that it is a chance well taken. ... I think I'll start with a three-way flight-flight match to get everybody usd to flying as a flight, instead of as a squadron. ...Hmmm...I'll have to think of what else I should arrange, then run it past Vooko and Calo, maybe somebody else too.


"Also- I have the pleasure of announcing several more things: Flight Officers Zeelas, Indayce and Ralter, front and center!" Calo says with a smile.
Once the three are down front, Calo continues:
"While these are just now circulating through Command, General Morevo has given me authority to frock you all as Lieutenants in Fighter Command until such time as Command accepts or rejects my proposals to promote you, Congratulations." the squadron leader said with a smile, handing out the provisional insignia and shaking the hand of each pilot.
Korto didn't even hesitate to clap for them.
Zarya deserves it-she flies a mean snub. Terent-he deserves it too. And he's got the TIE experience that will probably have me working with him to develop some simming scenarios. Ralter I don't know about, but he probably deserves it.

As the clapping dis down, Korto thinks back to the hangar.
I should apologize to those techs, especially before they even think about sabbing Drone. I'll do it in private, though. I don't need the public humiliation.

Ash DuQuennes
9 October 2005, 07:12 PM
Ash settled in with the rest of his squadron, nodding to the Tempest pilots and Captain Stennic as he got comfortable, pulling out his datapad to take notes on the debrief. The General came in looking pleased as puch, the lights dimmed, the holoprojector came alive, and he began.


Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
"As you can see our assault was a phenominal success. Their forces were greater in number but we were better. Our kill ratio makes us look like rogue squadron, but as any pilot can tell you, you boys are not Rogue squadron."

Ash stifled a snort. Of course we aren't Rogue Squadron. Do you see us running around chasing "Glory?" Remembering his haring off after a Lambda-class shuttle made him reconsider, though. Weeeell. Mebbe.


Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
"Now for the low-down. The turrets were purely static, causing little trouble for our forces, Bantha's, hats off to you."

Ash nodded respectfully, acknowledging the compliment for the rest of Bantha.


Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
"The uglies posed a bit more of a threat, they also seemed to cause a bit of damage to a few of our pilots. But damage control was tight and thanks to some quick thinking our pilots made it out alive."

Well, it's been said that quantity is a quality all its own, but numbers were about the only thing they seemed to have going for them, Ash thought.


Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
"The lancer was an absoulte surprise, especially since it wasn't armed with simple laser cannons. Also it had one other distinct characteristic. the Ventral hull is largely expanded to accomodate the repulsorlift generators that give this bucket atmospheric capability. Ironically the destruction of the vessel revealed what we were sent here for."

Ash made a note to double check the sensor logs on the Lancer; he'd been too busy chasing a boogum, and then getting Bantha back into position to attack the AT-ATs, to have paid too much attention to its brief and spectacular demise against The Pride.


Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
"The AT-ATs posed little threat, they were probably hoping for a low level bombing run but instead were greeted by a torpedo barrage from both our squadrons."

"Post raid we have taken much in the way of supplies. Many of the secondary explosions many of you saw were from high-explosive muntions and vehicle fuel. Alot of said fuel and munitions were still intact and we took much of it. Teradoc will not be happy. And Bleargah is absoultely furious. Like I care."

Ash chuckled at that. ARRGH! he thought inside. There was a bit of pirate in every good Bone driver, what with their ion cannons allowing them to disable targets.


Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
"I have one promotion that only I can give, situation warrants. Captain DuQuennes, would you step foreward?"

Huh? Wha-? Ash got up, approached the lectern, and came to attention.


Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
"You've been with this ship for a long time, as has your squadron, now that we have another squadron on board I am obliged to do something that has been a long time coming. In honor for distinguished service to this vessel and your squadron, it pleases me to promote you to the rank of Commander."

The General pulled brand new Commander's pips out of his pocket and presented them to Ash, and it was all Ash could do to take them without dropping them, his surprise was so great.


Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
"Congratulations Commander DuQuennes."

"Thank you, General." was about all Ash could manage to say without stammering.

Edit: fixed typos.

Ris
10 October 2005, 09:21 AM
With a mischevous grin, he quietly says "Congratulations, Lieutenant."
Zarya doesn't even turn her head. "That's a good one, but cut the comedy, Vooko. Debrief's about to start." Zarya knew it was a joke. She hadn't been in Tempest long enough. Especially not after Rancor Squadron. She'd had to defend herself against 2 of her fellow pilots.


At this, Terent shoots the kid a quizzical glance, then realization hits him and he smiles broadly, "Congratulations, Zarya!"
"He's kidding, Six."

But her brother's next words were serious.

I know Zarya deserves it...we probably won't be near one another after the next one and it'll likely be long in coming."

"Vooko, it's not gonna happen today," she told her brother firmly. Zarya was ready, but it was going to take the NR time to realize that. Besides, she didn't want to think about being far away from her twin. "Look, the General is ready to start."
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Zarya joined the applause for Comm. Duquennes. His people thought highly of him. And not just the Bone-drivers, the technical crew. Too bad Vooko couldn't be right about Lieutenant pips.

But Calo's next announcements made Zarya forget about pips.

So it is my great pleasure to name Lieutenant Zeelas the squadron executive officer, Lieutenant Bitrok as Squadron Operations Officer, and Lieutenant Krono as Training Officer...
His twin applauded Vooko's appointment happily. It always pleased Zarya when others recognized her brother's talents.
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"Also- I have the pleasure of announcing several more things: Flight Officers Zeelas, Indayce and Ralter, front and center!" Calo says with a smile.
Once the three are down front, Calo continues:
"While these are just now circulating through Command, General Morevo has given me authority to frock you all as Lieutenants in Fighter Command until such time as Command accepts or rejects my proposals to promote you, Congratulations." the squadron leader said with a smile, handing out the provisional insignia and shaking the hand of each pilot.

Zarya Zeelas led the 2 men down as ordered and stood at attention. When Calo announced the promotions, she was surprised. Vook was right! And it was wonderful of Gen. Morevo to not make us wait. She shook the CO's hand and took the new insignia. "Thank you, sir," she whispered.
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After they were dismissed, Zarya turned to her twin. "Guess that explains why the Capt. was asking your advice. My bro the Exec. Do i haveta be impressed?" she grinned, hugging Vooko. She turned to Six. "And congratulations to you, Lt. Indayce." She treated him to a hug, squeezing tight and smiling up at him. Zarya hoped he'd take the hint--and act on it.

Vanger Chevane
10 October 2005, 02:10 PM
"Vooko, it's not gonna happen today," she told her brother firmly. "Look, the General is ready to start."

Sits back with an even bigger, evil grin. Maybe not today, but wait till the Facts come down and smack you...


First of all, there are a few matters of squadron organization that have been addressed. Being a new unit, Tempest had not been properly organized, since I had been substituted after the inital shakedown for your training CO*, and hadn't had time to choose my officers or their positions and so was left with the training officer and former CO's provisional choices.
So that's what happened, I presumed that I simply got transferred to a squad that was ready to graduate when I was.


So it is my great pleasure to name Lieutenant Zeelas the squadron executive officer
Vooko just sits there with a Nerf-in-the-Glowbeams look.

Blazing Suns! I really haven't had much training, let alone experience at command and he's just about putting me in charge. Korto alone has been almost more than I can handle...

He handles the salutes and congratulations nervously, never really having been in charge before. Better pick it up quickly or everyone is gonna suffer for it.

Rostek
10 October 2005, 02:20 PM
(OOC: Crix's player's computer is getting serviced today- should be up tomarrow evening. He gave Crix no additional actions besides reacting to what I tell him here- so this is only a minor point. All of Crix's limited interaction was approved by his player)

"Mr. Ralter, where are you going? You get to assist me with something important." Calo says with a predetory smile, putting a hand of the young lieutenant's shoulder to stop him from going back to his seat.
Crix winced and stepped back. Damn, he thought.

"One final thing," Calo said loud and clearly before exiting the stage.
"I want to meet with all of you newly promoted persons individually, as well as those who I've assigned additional responsibilities. There are some bureaucratic materials to go over, as well as some things related to your new roles. Also, for a couple of you, there are unrelated buracratic issues I've been putting off since I took over the squadron, and more specifically over the last week or two." Calo stopped to allow this to sink in.
"You'll make your appointments with the Squadron Adjunct Officer- which is Mr. Ralter here. You'll be seeing myself, the XO and Adjunct Officer in these sessions. Once again, I would like to reiterate that this is nothing to worry about. Mr. Zeelas and Mr. Ralter, I'll see you at the same time before hand, just to run over your duties, though I suspect you both have a good idea of what is involved." Calo finished. "That is all."

Yeah... I get to do you and Eleven's dog work. Crix thought with a wince as he left to reseat himself with his stuff.

As the squad dispersed, Calo looked at his datapad, which had lit up with a new file. New pilot eh? Looks like they're transferring Seven out of theater. An FO Dees'Yah will be taking his place. I suppose I'll have to set up a brief introduction with him as well. Calo thought, sending the info to Lt. Ralter and Lt. Zeelas.

Mack Jace
12 October 2005, 12:23 PM
...Lieutenant Birtrok as Squadron Operations Officer... Wow. I'm the new Squad Ops Officer. Hmmm, Lt. Morec Birtrok-Squadron Operations Officer. I like the sound of that....

"One final thing," Calo said loud and clearly before exiting the stage. I want to meet with all of you newly promoted persons individually, as well as those who I've assigned additional responsibilities. There are some bureaucratic materials to go over, as well as some things related to your new roles. You'll make your appointments with the Squadron Adjunct Officer- which is Mr. Ralter here. You'll be seeing myself, the XO and Adjunct Officer in these sessions. He scratched his beard with his hand while he listened to the captain and thought I'll have to make that appointment soon, and get it over with. He reminded himself to remeber to talk with Ralter.

Drendar Morevo
12 October 2005, 04:44 PM
"and with that note this debreifing is ended. Dismissed."

boccelounge
12 October 2005, 05:21 PM
General Morevo: and with that note this debreifing is ended. Dismissed.

Near the back of the briefing chamber, a young Duros briskly rises and salutes the General. Seeing that he's the only one in the room standing on such formality, he quickly drops the pose. A green tinge of embarassment darkens his features.

The Duros, a newly-assigned pilot named Dees-Yah, scans around the room. Spotting a Lieutenant with pilot's insignia, he pushes against the tide of departing poilots and crew, as the meeting breaks up.

[any LT that wants to respond, I'm talkin' at YOU :) ]

Dees hurries over to [your character], his red eyes wide and eager. His Basic is slightly stilted...

DEES: Um, greeting, sir. Flight Officer Yah. I'm just got onboard. Supposing to report to (he checks a small datacard covered with hand-scrawled notes) Captain "Stenner" or some thing like this? Um, you could, you know, show him out? Or her out... um, if that's how it is...

Dees waits for a response, his shifting stance betaying a slight nervousness.



EDIT: misspelled my character's name... sheesh... :o

coldskier0320
12 October 2005, 05:29 PM
Dees hurries over to Six, his red eyes wide and eager. His Basic is slightly stilted...

DEES: Um, greeting, sir. Flight Offier Yah. I'm just got onboard. Supposing to report to (he checks a small datacard covered with hand-scrawled notes) Captain "Stenner" or some thing like this? Um, you could, you know, show him out? Or her out... um, if that's how it is...

Terent gapes awkwardly at the Duro's broken language, but quickly makes sense of the nearly normal language skills.

"Uh yeah", Terent answers with a smile, "He's right over there, my man.", the young pilot says, indicating Calo, "And his name's Stennic...Sten...ick, might wanna get that straight before you botch it in front of him. He's a good guy though."

Taking a moment to size up the tall alien, Terent finishes by saying, "Well, I won't hold you up, FO. By the way, the name's Indayce, friends call me Six though. Clear skies."

With that, Terent turns to talk with some of the others...

boccelounge
12 October 2005, 05:41 PM
Originally posted by coldskier0320
"Uh yeah", Terent answers with a smile, "He's right over there, my man.", the young pilot says, indicating Calo, "And his name's Stennic...Sten...ick, might wanna get that straight before you botch it in front of him. He's a good guy though."

Taking a moment to size up the tall alien, Terent finishes by saying, "Well, I won't hold you up, FO. By the way, the name's Indayce, friends call me Six though. Clear skies."

Dees'Yah's eyes open wide (well, 'wider') with delight, as he responds:

DEES: Ah! Good, good, my comrade Six! Sten- ICK. Good! I'm was good to found a friend in this new...



With that, Terent turns to talk with some of the others...

DEES: Ah, well, good, good. I'm to found Sten-ICK now. Farewell, comrade Six.

He shuffles off toward Calo Stennic.

Norseman
12 October 2005, 06:17 PM
Crix winces as Calo declares his first set of duties.
Well... I'm on step Two to command. Hopefully I'll figure out how many steps there are exactly some time in the near future. he thinks with a sigh.
Making sure no one desperately needs to talk to him, Crix escapes the briefing room to the caf, so that he might get a bite and chat up some of the ship's female officer population. Having just made ace and Lieutenant, he figures he's got as good a conversation starter as anyone on the ship....

Ash DuQuennes
12 October 2005, 08:03 PM
Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
"And with that note this debreifing is ended. Dismissed."

Ash relaxed, and then turned to Calo, and nodding at the newly promoted gaggle of pilots, said with a lopsided grin, "We must be doing something right."


Originally posted by Rostek
Calo shrugged- "I know. I knew it would be a good group- I just didn't how good." he said. "I'm not complaining though... still, I've got to wonder if the hammer's going to fall on us one of these days... especially if we get too used to winning." he said soberly.

Ash nodded gravely, but was slightly disturbed by Calo's line of thinking. In this line of work, you were going to lose people. Period. No matter how good you were, individually or as a unit, it was going to happen, sooner or later. And it was a fact that Calo didn't seem to have too firm a grasp on. I'll try to talk to him later about it; right now, it's time to relax and celebrate.


Originally posted by Rostek
"But, enough of that, I've got to check in a new pilot, as soon as I can find him."

"Catch you later then."

Turning back to his pilots, Ash ordered, "Alright folks. Get some grub and some downtime. Swing by the Flight Deck and check out your ships, then we'll do the "party thing" a little later, say around 20:00 hours tonight in the mess deck."

Ash went to his berth, pulled a bottle of class-A rotgut out of his trunk, and poured himself a shot in a whiskey tumbler before settling down in front of his terminal. He saw that the General's office had forwarded a copy of his orders promoting him to Commander, so Ash printed out a hardcopy for his backup files before saving it to his personal disk.

Nursing his drink as well as the typical squadron datawork (the stuff he couldn't shuffle off on Jiuk, that is), Ash spent some time ordering the various "projects" he had in mind for his squadron, reviewing progress on the ones already underway, and altering the ones he wanted to attempt with either new ideas, or refinements on old ones.

But before long, he got tired of staring at his screen, so he finished his drink, changed into technician's coveralls, and headed for the Flight Deck to give Chief Endac a hand repairing his busted stabilizer.

Rostek
12 October 2005, 08:20 PM
Originally posted by Ash DuQuennes

Ash relaxed, and then turned to Calo, and nodding at the newly promoted gaggle of pilots, said with a lopsided grin, "We must be doing something right."


Calo shrugged- "I know. I knew it would be a good group- I just didn't how good." he said. "I'm not complaining though... still, I've got to wonder if the hammer's going to fall on us one of these days... especially if we get too used to winning." he said soberly. "But, enough of that, I've got to check in a new pilot, as soon as I can find him.
As soon as Ash leaves, Calo gathers his stuff and makes for the exit- just in time to see Six point an incredibly green looking Duros with enormously widened eyes at him. Ding ding ding! We have a winner. he thought, shaking his head.

Ah, well, good, good. I'm to found Sten-ICK now. Farewell, comrade Six.
"Oh... goody." Calo mutters under his breath, forcing a smile.
Before the Duros can introduce himself, Calo interrupted him-
"I suspect you're my new pilot, Flight Officer. Dees'Yah, no?" he stated- it wasn't really a question, the combination of gender, species and rank insignia had settled it for Calo.

coldskier0320
12 October 2005, 09:30 PM
She turned to Six. "And congratulations to you, Lt. Indayce." She treated him to a hug, squeezing tight and smiling up at him. Zarya hoped he'd take the hint--and act on it.

Terribly surprized by the embrace, Terent was not one to let the moment pass by. Returning the hug, he smiles down at Zarya and responds, "To you as well, Lt. Zeelas the second!"

Still grinning from ear to ear as the group slowly shuffled out of the briefing room, Six puts his arm around Zarya and leads her out. As they enter to corridor, Terent almost doesn't say, "Za-...uh, Zayra? Umm...I was, uh wondering if...if, uh...you'd maybe want to..uh, I mean, maybe get together. Like, you know...like before the, uh, the party tonight? I mean, I, uh, I promised my tech man I'd help him, uh, patch up my fighter. And, uh...I gotta go see Stennic and Krono about, uh, the promos. But maybe, uh...like, uh, after. After maybe we could...uh...like, you know, like eat...or talk. Or maybe jam-...that is, play music, yeah."

Terent is floundering badly, and knows it. It had been a long time since he'd done anything like this. A really long time...since the Academy probably... Still, to his credit, he continues on doggedly. Zarya, for her part, is considerate enough to let him complete his thought.

"If you can't...err, uh, if you, uh don't..don't want to...it's fine. But...I mean...I'd, uh, really like it...uh...yeah."

Terent finally stops rambling, and the seconds he waits for Zarya's verdict seem like hours. It had indeed been since the Academy that he'd gone on a date. That long?

Oh there'd been group dates and wild flings at his apartment, and that sort of thing. But after Heilie, he hadn't let anyone get too close, holding the rest of the galaxy at an emotional arms length. Wether because of the girl, or in spite of her, he'd never felt comfortable alone with a woman after parting ways with Heilie. As long as there was a group around that he could retreat into, he was fine. But going out on a limb like this...he was out of practice. And it showed. Of course, life sometimes worked out this way. Had he "kept in practice", he'd probably have never been here to meet Zarya. Still, it didn't make the present any easier. In the cockpit or behind his soundcaster, he was most confident, one-on-one with a female, least. Thus, he'd spent most of his time in those places, improving those skills. And it showed, He could only hope now that Zarya could pull meaning out of all that gibberish...

boccelounge
12 October 2005, 10:08 PM
Originally posted by Rostek
Calo gathers his stuff and makes for the exit- just in time to see Six point an incredibly green looking Duros with enormously widened eyes at him. Ding ding ding! We have a winner. he thought, shaking his head.

"Oh... goody." Calo mutters under his breath, forcing a smile.
Before the Duros can introduce himself, Calo interrupted him-
"I suspect you're my new pilot, Flight Officer. Dees'Yah, no?" he stated- it wasn't really a question, the combination of gender, species and rank insignia had settled it for Calo.

The tall young Duros salutes the Captain standing before him. He answers with obvious surprise and delight:

DEES: Ah! Good! This were true! And I had the suspicions too-- that you were Captain Sten-ICK, for the Tempest Squadron!

He relaxes a little, and gives a friendly bow:

DEES: It were an honor to meet you, Captain, sir. But I'd must say: it isn't good to be watching the fight down below, with the Walkers and the Uglies, without I has a ship to help new squadron comrades! I'd sorry to have missed this fight; and I did have to try to make it up to you, in the future!

DEES: But now, I am liking forward to meet new squadron comrades, but I am first wondered what duties you did have for me, sir?

The Duros waits patiently, at ease, for his orders.




OOC: if the accent thing drives anyone completely crazy, I'll tone it down, or kill it... just wanted to play with the idea of a non-Basic speaker, and using the speech pattern of a Russian friend of mine to do it (wonderful guy, but he can't quite get his past-present-future tenses straight... ) ;)

Rostek
12 October 2005, 10:27 PM
Originally posted by boccelounge


The tall young Duros salutes the Captain standing before him. He answers with obvious surprise and delight:

DEES: Ah! Good! This were true! And I had the suspicions too-- that you were Captain Sten-ICK, for the Tempest Squadron!

He relaxes a little, and gives a friendly bow:

DEES: It were an honor to meet you, Captain, sir. But I'd must say: it isn't good to be watching the fight down below, with the Walkers and the Uglies, without I has a ship to help new squadron comrades! I'd sorry to have missed this fight; and I did have to try to make it up to you, in the future!

DEES: But now, I am liking forward to meet new squadron comrades, but I am first wondered what duties you did have for me, sir?

The Duros waits patiently, at ease, for his orders.


Upon the... interesting pronounciation of his name, Calo's face twitches unconciously. Fascinating... I've never encountered that particular accent before with a Duros he thinks.
"Well, that's perfectly fine- your predecessor did quite alright in his last flight in-theater. You'll be flying in Seven, so I suggest you look up Eight, who is your bunkmate. He'll show you around and acclimate you to our pace and whatnot. As for orders... talk to Lieutenant Ralter. He's..." Calo looked for Crix, who had, by this time, disappeared. My god... he's already learned how to disappear when I need him to bail me out. He's truly picked up the gist of Adjunct faster than I could have imagined. Calo thought. He exhaled. "Well, he seems to have scarpered off, hasn't he? Alright, have Eight introduce you, and set up a short appointment with him- tell him to put it first on the list, since it will be short.
So... in short, your duties are to meet the squadron and have them acclimate you to our particular idiom and the Pride's pace. We're going on an off period for a bit- regulations you know, about OpTempo and all that. So you'll have some time with your squadmates- and in the squad sim runs we're going over in the next week or so- barring priority mission status." Calo finishes, pointing out Eight in the mass of leaving pilots. "There he is. Dismissed." Calo says to the new pilot, and them walks away himself to the caf for something to eat.

Drendar Morevo
13 October 2005, 08:09 PM
A man in a NRI Uniform walks up to captain Stennic.

"Captain Stennic, I am Commander Feryn with New Republic Intelligence. I need to speak with one of your pilots, a Lieutennant Korto Krono about reassignment."

(OPEN)

"Yes well you see somethings I cant tell you others I shouldn't even speak of with my CO. Anyway, can you point me towards him?"

(OPEN)

Commander Feryn Makes his way towards Korto to find him angriliy punching a bulkhead. Maybe this isn't such a good idea. "Lieutennant Krono?"
"Yes..."
"I'm Commander Feryn with New Republic Intelligence, according to your record you were part of a pirate group, yes?"
"What does that have to do with anything."
"Well more specifically speaking, you are being Reassigned to a new squadron, one more commensurate with your abilities and past. The shuttle leaves in ten minutes, with you on board stunned or awake, your choice."
"I'll choose awake thank you. See you in the bay in ten."

Punctual and proper, he arrives in the main bay to find a lambda shuttle waiting. The commander waves him aboard. As the shuttle leaves the magcon field and jumps away, Korto knows he shall never see the ship or any of the pilots on board again, time for a new life, and a new chance.

Rostek
13 October 2005, 08:23 PM
Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
A man in a NRI Uniform walks up to captain Stennic.

"Captain Stennic, I am Commander Feryn with New Republic Intelligence. I need to speak with one of your pilots, a Lieutennant Korto Krono about reassignment."

"I see." Calo says. Part of him is relieved to see an occational headache and always tension causing pilot be removed... but he also was concerned with losing a pilot of Krono's skill. He would be hard to replace.


"Yes well you see somethings I cant tell you others I shouldn't even speak of with my CO. Anyway, can you point me towards him?"

Sigh.... "Quite right... well, I'm certain he'll be amiable to your offer, such as it no doubt is. He's right over there. Will he be needing his assigned droid and fighter for this reassignment?" Calo asked- hoping that the answer was no. As hard as Krono would be to replace, requisitioning a new snub and astromech would be an equally challenging task, especially given this op's priority.


Punctual and proper, he arrives in the main bay to find a lambda shuttle waiting. The commander waves him aboard. As the shuttle leaves the magcon field and jumps away, Korto knows he shall never see the ship or any of the pilots on board again, time for a new life, and a new chance.

Watching Krono leave from the hanger bay, Calo, without taking his eyes off of the shuttle, speaks offhandly at both Lieutenant Ralter and a tech who stood nearby.
"Have the droid repainted and mindwiped- don't forget to give it it's name back as well as any operating code it's collected from the snub's computer. Wouldn't want efficency to drop too much. Get his ship stripped of his cosmetic changes and his name and kills in preperation for it's new owner. Tell Zarya Zeelas that, with her cooperation, she'll be shifting over to Element One in three flight. We need an experianced pilot in each wing pair, and I doubt they'll be giving us one as a replacement." Calo says tonelessly, deciding that no reaction to Krono's departure would be better than a mixed one, at least in the eyes of the squadron.

Norseman
13 October 2005, 08:42 PM
(Disregard)

Norseman
13 October 2005, 08:46 PM
Originally posted by Rostek

Watching Krono leave from the hanger bay, Calo, without taking his eyes off of the shuttle, speaks offhandly at both Lieutenant Ralter and a tech who stood nearby.
"Have the droid repainted and mindwiped- don't forget to give it it's name back as well as any operating code it's collected from the snub's computer. Wouldn't want efficency to drop too much. Get his ship stripped of his cosmetic changes and his name and kills in preperation for it's new owner. Tell Zarya Zeelas that, with her cooperation, she'll be shifting over to Element One in three flight. We need an experianced pilot in each wing pair, and I doubt they'll be giving us one as a replacement." Calo says tonelessly, deciding that no reaction to Krono's departure would be better than a mixed one, at least in the eyes of the squadron.

"Aye sir." Crix said. He had been pulled away from an attempted pickup of one of the ship's engineering officers for an unidentified duty... and Crix sighed sadly as he watched the shuttle pick up and go. Turning to the tech, he ejected the datacard from his pad and gave him the captain's transcribed orders. "Get on this right away." as the tech scurried away, Crix tried collecting his thoughts about this development.

While Korto was by no means a friend- or even a decent person as far as Crix knew- he would be missed in the squadron in combat. Still... this was ostensibly his choice, so Crix merely shook his head and replaced the datapad under his arm as Calo dismissed him back to his previous activities.

Vanger Chevane
14 October 2005, 05:34 PM
Amid the confusion, Vooko passes an unfamiliar Duro in a Pilot's suit and spies Six heading out, presumably after Zarya.


Ah! Good! This were true! And I had the suspicions too-- that you were Captain Sten-ICK, for the Tempest Squadron!
Trying to catch up he hears from behind him "Captain Stennic,"

Vooko Turns to see an Intel Comander and ostentatiously checks his insignia "Lieutenant Zeelas. Captain Stennic's over there talking to the loud Duro, sir." and thumbs over his shoulder in their general direction.

Not wanting to deal with the exuberant New Guy so soon, he scoots out the hatch and closes on them in time to hear "If you can't...err, uh, if you, uh don't..don't want to...it's fine. But...I mean...I'd, uh, really like it...uh...yeah."

Pulling up short so as not to intrude, he mentally coaches Terent Just relax man, she's not going to rip your face off... Recalling their mother's Infamous Temper, which both of them inherited ...unless you really deserve it.

Ris
14 October 2005, 06:31 PM
Returning the hug, he smiles down at Zarya and responds, "To you as well, Lt. Zeelas the second!"
Zarya's blue eyes twinkle even more, concealing her disappointment that Six didn't kiss her as she'd hoped. But the disappointment was short lived as he escorts her out with an arm around her shoulders, tucking her in against his side.


"Za-...uh, Zayra? Umm...I was, uh wondering if...if, uh...you'd maybe want to..uh, I mean, maybe get together. Like, you know...
Zarya listens to his stammered invite, and finds it surprisingly charming. He's really sweet, as well as cute and a lot of fun. I like him..maybe later tonight, I'll get that kiss--gotta remember Lady Zeria's advice, act like kissing's the last thing thing on my mind. But it's gonna be so hard--but she'd tell me it'll be worth it. And i know it will.
It's been quite a long time since Zarya's been on a date or wanted to. Not with the way the men in Rancor Squadron had treated her, insisting that she give into thier "charms." Charms which, in Zarya's opinion, existed only in their imaginations.
But Terent Indayce was the exact opposite of those scumbags.

At this point, Zarya realized Six was waiting for her answer. In fact he looked as though he was afraid she'd refuse him. Not a snowball's chance on Tattooine's equator at midday I'd pass up a date with someone like Terent! "Sure, Six. I'd love to have dinner with you. and work on music. I want to get my own instrument--can you help me find one I can afford to buy on the Holonet?...How about 1730 or 1800? I need to clean up in the worst way and get my own appointment set up, too, you know? So I'll see you then--or are you going to you quarters too?"

Ash DuQuennes
14 October 2005, 07:26 PM
As Ash approached The Meanstreak, Technician Fist Class "Chief" (because he was the crew chief of Ash's ship) Endac informed him, "The stabilizers not as bad as it looks. I'll have it operational in about another hour." Squeaker, working alongside the Chief, whistled his agreement with the Chief's assessment before turning back to work on the damaged port nacelle.

Ash knew what the Chief was really saying: I've got it under control, so please don't get in my way and bug me. Ash simply nodded and replied, "Very well, Chief," before turning to walk down the line of parked Y-Wings with techs, gunners, and, he was glad to see, all of his pilots swarming over the squadron's ships.

Guns Melvar was recalibrating the often problematic ion cannons, and nodded down at his front seater without interrupting his work; those ion cannons were a blessing of a particularly benevolent deity in combat, but otherwise the curse of a particularly malevolent trickster-deity to maintain operationally, so Ash didn't bother his gunner, either.

Ash stopped briefly at each ship from One Fight, talking with the pilots and technicians working on them. He wasn't so much "checking up on them" as to simply be present, to let his squadron know he cared, and was available to hear any comment, suggestion, or even the odd complaint.

He started over to Two Flight but was intercepted by Puck, who simply handed him a datapad. Ash scrolled through its contents and saw that his XO was on top of things, maintenance-wise, for the whole squadron. It was also a subtle hint to his boss that he was presently superfluous.

Ash signed off on all of Puck's decisions, for they were sound and correct, before handing the datapad back to his XO with a lopsided smile.

"Trying to get your CO out of your hair, Lieutenant?" he asked with a smile.

"Not at all, Duke. But someone with deeper pockets than a mere Lieutenant might want to see to the organization of this evening's festivities, Sir. And since there's nothing really to be done here..." he trailed off.

"Hint taken. Com me if you need me." Ash told him, before turning away.

"We live but to serve, your squadron CO-ness" Puck said with a deep and absurdly formal bow to Ash's back, before straightening and heading back to his own ship, The Last Laugh.

As Ash headed back to his quarters, he saw one of the Tempest pilots heading for a shuttle, with gear and kit in tow, and saw Calo and another Tempest Pilot off to the side. I'm really going to have to learn these people's names, he thought to himself. He thought of heading over to talk to the Tempest CO, but something about his body language suggested to Ash that Calo really didn't want to be bothered right now.

I guess if I were losing a pilot in an already short squadron, I'd be a bit put-off, too, he thought.

Reaching his quarters, Ash commed the mess deck and laid on some food for the evening's party, and again supplied some of his own credits to ensure a nice supply of alcoholic refreshment was available, and half-grumped to himself, If this is a promotion party, and I'm one of the promotees, why am I forking up the dough for it, and organizing the damned thing? But there was no real venom behind the thought, and as for entertainment, he was fairly sure Puck would do some more of his routine, and maybe that Tempest pilot with the 'caster would bring it along, as well. Maker knows that Bantha Squadron, at least, needs a break from Puck's "comedy" routine, Ash thought.

Plus, we all have some missions under our belts, so we can swap stories and lies with one another, he thought with a smile. Trading "There I Was..." stories was a time-honored tradition of fighter pilots just about everywhere. Speaking of "There I Was," Ash thought reaching for his comlink, punching in Puck's comm code and waiting for his XO to respond.

"Lieutenant Panib speaking." Puck announced.

"Puck, I want you to personally pull the sensor logs off of each of our ships, store it on a datacard, and send it up to me. Then erase all of those logs, and quietly inform everyone, even the droids, to forget what they saw. See to it personally, Puck. I have a sneaking suspicion we may have seen something we weren't meant to see."

"Roger, I'm on it Duke," Puck replied.

"Duke, out," Ash signed off.

Pulling up the datafiles he had just closed out before heading down to the Flight Deck, Ash spent some time flipping through them before coming to a decision. What the hell. Only thing they can do is laugh at me.

He bundled several files together and dumped them into the General's "in-box," marked for routine priority.

Ash DuQuennes
14 October 2005, 08:43 PM
OOC: Memorandum One

Taskforce Pride
149th Fighter Squadron (Attack)

Memorandum For Consideration

TO: General Drendar Morevo, CO, Task Force Pride
FM: Commander Ashford DuQuennes, CO, 149th FS (A)

SUB: Squadron Identifying Markings

General:

I would like to propose a change of Squadron Identifying Markings (paint scheme) for Bantha Squadron. I would like to change the current color configuration of our typical New Republic Y-Wing markings to more accurately reflect our squadron’s origin.

To that end, I suggest that the typical marking be altered to a Desert Tan, bordered by a 7.5 centimeter stripe of Medium Brown. I would also like to add our squadron emblem to both side of our craft’s cockpit modules. To refresh your memory, our squadron emblem is black field, a centered Bantha Skull with demonic, red starbursts in it’s eye sockets, and twin yellow starburst in the upper left quadrant representing the twin suns of Tatooine (Tatoo I and Tatoo II).

With your approval, Bantha Squadron can make these changes, and I personally feel that it would add a unique touch to the 149th, and reinforce the esprit de corps of the unit.

Respectfully,

Commander A. DuQuennes
149th Fighter Squadron (Attack)
Commanding

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OOC: Memorandum Two

Taskforce Pride
149th Fighter Squadron (Attack)

Memorandum For Consideration

TO: General Drendar Morevo, CO, Task Force Pride
FM: Commander Ashford DuQuennes, CO, 149th FS (A)

SUB: Force Modernization Proposal

General:

Attached you will find a proposal I wish to send to New Republic Starfighter Command regarding force modernization of the existing fleet of Y-Wings. As you well know, the BTL-series is considered by many to be a "dated" design, at best, but Koensayr (the BTL-series' designers and manufacturers) supplies very nearly 20% of all starship parts currently operating, as well as many other designs of its own, and is well known for it's versatile designs and adaptable technologies.

I think that the BTL-series fighter still has a functional role in the New Republic's force structure, and could be even more useful (by being more flexible in its mission parameters and operational deployment) that the Slayn & Korpil B-Wing series craft. While the B-Wing would still remain the New Republic's premier assault starfighter, the upgraded BTL-series would free up numerous B-Wings from lesser roles in which their capabilities are tactically "overkill."

Considering the large number of BTL-series hulls sitting languishing in various New Republic depots, I believe my proposal (and proposed upgrades) will ultimately be a more cost-effective solution to the on-going problem of chronic shortages of starfighters in all theaters of operation, from front-line combat duties to rear-area security (escort, patrol, and anti-piracy operations, at the planetary, system and sector levels of operations).

If you would review my proposal, and find it with merit, I would deeply appreciate your endorsment before I send the proposal on up to Starfighter Command, and would certainly consider with due respect any suggestion you may have to make before I send a final version up the chain-of-command.

Respectfully,

Commander A. DuQuennes
149th Fighter Squadron (Attack)
Commanding

Mack Jace
15 October 2005, 05:36 AM
As the debriefing ended, Morec sought out the Adjunct Officer, Crix. After a few minutes of searching, he finally found him. Hey Crix! Congrats on making Lieutenant! I just wanted to see if you could set my appointment up with the CO.
(Insert answer here.)
Alright. Thanks. I'll see you around.
As he walked away, he pulled out his comm and buzzed Spanner. Hey Spanner, drop what you're doing and meet me in our quarters.
__________________________________________________________
As Spanner entered the bunk room, Morec had his tools set out. If Spanner had eyes, they would have gone wide with fear. He beeped and booped a series of questions, and Morec stopped him. Don't worry, I'm just gonna add a little something to you. When I'm done with you, you'll be the life of the party....


OOC: What would be the Repair DC of modifying Spanner to have a miniature jukebox inside him? Whatever it is, my roll is 14 + 8= 22.

Drendar Morevo
15 October 2005, 09:29 AM
To: Commander Ashford DuQuennes , CO, 149th FS (A)
From: General Drendar Morevo, CO, Task Force Pride

Memorandum One is accpeted, retransmit order to deck officer with my approval.

Memorandum Two is also accepted. I understand that in this day and age we need all the advantages we can get. Your request will go through the quartermaster corps. Also to your advantage the corps is trying actively to get rid of the Y-Wings they have, training squadrons don't want them and new pilots only want faster fighters. We should get a flights worth (Four Fighters) every two standard days.

Lastly, get some rest Commander, that's an order.

Respectfully,

General D. Morevo
Task Force Pride
Commanding

Norseman
15 October 2005, 09:56 AM
Originally posted by Mack Jace
As the debriefing ended, Morec sought out the Adjunct Officer, Crix. After a few minutes of searching, he finally found him. Hey Crix! Congrats on making Lieutenant! I just wanted to see if you could set my appointment up with the CO.

Crix, by this point, had managed to almost escape. Sigh- who could it be this time? Oh, good, it's only Morec.

"Yeah, okay... how about 01030 tomarrow morning?" he asked. Presumably this is acceptable, and they break company, with Crix heading to the caf (as previously mentioned)


After the leaving of Krono, Crix finishes his dinner and seeks out Zarya Zeelas in order to execute the Captain's orders. He had hoped to be able to initiate it as casual conversation in the caf, but no such luck.
"Hey... um... Zarya." he says unsurely. "The captain told me to ask you if you would have any objections to switching to Element One in Three Flight to replace Korto. He says we need an experianced pilot- which I guess means lieutenant- in each flight pair."

Ris
16 October 2005, 11:44 AM
After leaving Terent, Zarya takes a quick sonic shower, & checks on her snibs. The techs working on the Pointer make clear they don't want her around, so she spends most of her time with Heartbreaker.

When she returns to her quarters, Crix intercepts her in the corridor outside. Being ultra-conscientious isn't he? Chasing everyone down to set up their appointments with the Captain. But Crix has a different mission, she finds, after congratulating him on the promotion.

"Hey... um... Zarya." he says unsurely. "The captain told me to ask you if you would have any objections to switching to Element One in Three Flight to replace Korto. He says we need an experianced pilot- which I guess means lieutenant- in each flight pair."
Although dismayed--she preferred flying with her brother--Zarya knew an order even when couched as a request. She sighed, "Tell him okay, Crix. But what will Korto's new slot be? He hasn't done anything to merit One Flight, and pairing him and Vooko is asking for more headaches all around."
[OPEN]
"What appointment slots are open? I'd just as soon get it over with."
[OPEN]
"Well, I'll see you at the party later--gotta finish up a couple things."

Zarya decides to luxuriate in a wet shower this time. Not only does she want to look very good for Terent, but she does't know how long it will be until the Quartermaster moves someone else in, and she'll have to share the 'fresher facilities.
An hour or so later, the redhead is dressed in an attractive, clinging black dress. Zarya debated putting her hair up, but recalled how her tresses had fascinated Six the night they'd met, so had settled for confining it with a gold mesh headband, and leaving it loose down her back. She took care with her make up as well.

Zarya realized she had some time before the date, and decided to call her twin over for a chat.

coldskier0320
16 October 2005, 02:53 PM
"Sure, Six. I'd love to have dinner with you. and work on music. I want to get my own instrument--can you help me find one I can afford to buy on the Holonet?...How about 1730 or 1800? I need to clean up in the worst way and get my own appointment set up, too, you know? So I'll see you then--or are you going to you quarters too?"

Terent let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Smiling with as much relief as happiness, he agrees that 1730's a good time, says a quick goodbye, and heads back down the corridor, toward the flight deck.

No sense gettin' cleaned up if I'm gonna help out on the X... he thinks to himself. Upon his arrival, however, he sees that most of the real work is well under control. The tech assigned to his ship had already removed all the damaged components and had just started getting prepared to install the new stuff. Of course, there were only a few cowlings and manifolds that had been damaged on the fighter, so his was probably among the first they wanted to get out of the way and ready in case of emergency. Checking with the tech, he found out to his dismay that he wasn't really needed in his repairs, though he appreciated to offer, and would keep it in mind if Terent ever took heavy damage.

After this, he eventually caught up with Crix, as he went about scheduling appointments.

"Excuse me, I'd like to schedule my appointment to discuss the new promotions. Did I come to the right place? If so, I'd like to set up a time to meet with Capt. Stennic that he can give me all of the information I'll need. Also, have you seen Korto anywhere around? I need to talk to him too."

Norseman
17 October 2005, 08:55 AM
Originally posted by Ris
"Tell him okay, Crix. But what will Korto's new slot be? He hasn't done anything to merit One Flight, and pairing him and Vooko is asking for more headaches all around."

Crix winces Oops. he thought.
"Korto got transferred to another squadron. The captain said he thought it was some anti-Pirate taskforce or something where Korto would be of greater use to the war effort." he replied, trying to remember what little detail he had been given.




"What appointment slots are open? I'd just as soon get it over with."
"Well, I'll see you at the party later--gotta finish up a couple things."


"Uh... how about right after Morec, at 1115?" Crix said. He wasn't sure how long the captain wanted the others... so he just guessed that things couldn't possibly take longer than 45 minutes.
"Is that cool?" he asked, for confirmation.
"Well, see you at the party." Crix finished after recieving the yay or nay.



"Excuse me, I'd like to schedule my appointment to discuss the new promotions. Did I come to the right place? If so, I'd like to set up a time to meet with Capt. Stennic that he can give me all of the information I'll need. Also, have you seen Korto anywhere around? I need to talk to him too."
Crix winced again- this new job required a much more delicate touch than the young pilot had thought.
"Okay... is going right after Zarya at noon good for you?" he asked.
After recieving his response, Crix moves on to the next question.
"Uh... Korto got transferred out. I rqally don't know much about it. An NRI guy showed up and apparently just took him, for something better suited to him, I guess." Crix replied, trying to be as thorough as possible.

coldskier0320
17 October 2005, 09:42 AM
"Okay... is going right after Zarya at noon good for you?"

"Sounds great, thanks."


"Uh... Korto got transferred out. I really don't know much about it. An NRI guy showed up and apparently just took him, for something better suited to him, I guess."

"Hmmm...sand panther rearing?", Terent asks with just a hint of a grin, before continuing, "Well thanks again for slotting me in. I guess I'll catch you at the, uh, the soiree tonight." At this, there is a dfinite grin, as Six recalls the zany time fom the last scrape. Certainly alot more leeway on this ship than on the ISD Stigma...

Ash DuQuennes
18 October 2005, 01:59 PM
Ash was getting cleaned up for the evening's festivities when his data terminal chimed, getting his attention. Toweling his face off and drying his hands, Ash went over to it and saw he had a message in his "inbox," and that it was from the General no less.

Could it be...? That fast...? he puzzled, as he sat down and keyed acceptance for the message.


Originally posted by Drendar Morevo

To: Commander Ashford DuQuennes , CO, 149th FS (A)
From: General Drendar Morevo, CO, Task Force Pride

Memorandum One is accpeted, retransmit order to deck officer with my approval.

Well. That was quick. Then again, it's not like it was a major decision, Ash told himself, before going on with the rest of the message.


Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
Memorandum Two is also accepted. I understand that in this day and age we need all the advantages we can get. Your request will go through the quartermaster corps. Also to your advantage the corps is trying actively to get rid of the Y-Wings they have, training squadrons don't want them and new pilots only want faster fighters. We should get a flights worth (Four Fighters) every two standard days.

Ash's jaw dropped, and he stared at the screen in frank disbelief. If I'd known it was that easy, I'd've requisitioned an ImpStar and some Twilek dancing girls.

Coming to the closing, the last part puzzled Ash.


Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
Lastly, get some rest Commander, that's an order.

Respectfully,

General D. Morevo
Task Force Pride
Commanding

Huh? Does he think I'm working too hard? Or something? Setting the thought aside, Ash continued to get dressed for the evening's group promotion party.

Vanger Chevane
20 October 2005, 02:30 PM
Seeing Terent & Zarya break in separate directions, he heads back to his quarters. Gonna be a lot of Bytework to do now...Executive Officer.

After cleaning up, and putting on a well-worn and comfortable blue-gray Shipsuit, he spots Smoothie already plugged into the terminal. Dunno who coded it up to be so helpful without solicitation, and accurately predict what needs to be done, but thankyouthankyouthankyou!

To Smoothie, "What've we got?" Smoothie brings up data pre-prioritized for Vooko as he settles in at the desk. Korto's been transferred out, need a replacement. No info as to how long one will take from Sector. Least we still have his ship, may have to see if Jazz knows someone aboard to fill it.

Flight Officer Dees'Yah...good marks, but no real mission time logged. Oughta pair him with someone whose experience can keep him from making some of the dumber mistakes Out There.

Intel's still breaking down the last raid, won't have info there for a while...or on Four and his ship's condition. Hopefully soon.

Big shindig tonight, tomorrow should be light-duty maintenance & prep if it's not off. Schecule the sim runs no sooner than 2 days from now. Talk to Calo bout mixing mission sims with a head-to-head tourney to keep things interesting, and what rules & settings to use. Six would likely do well in a TIE, but other's would die very quickly in the "laser-armed foil can". Should we mix Assigned Snub with Choice of Inventory, or even have some runs assigned specific models?

Deep in thought, he automatically reaches for his Caf Cup, permanently parked in a prominent spot on the desk, and takes a sip. To his surprise and delight it's been filled with iced Lymonade, a childhood and summertime favorite from Druckenwell. Cup still held in the air, he looks over at the R2 he was coming to think of as his "Ahhh, thanks. Do I even want to know where you got this?" The droid's stuttered chirp sounds like a laugh.

Should probly set up some joint missions with the Banthas, coordination could be better than we had today, and we can play with varying tactics without people getting killed for real. Have to work up a roster for a tier-style tourney (with and without the Banthas till word comes from DuQuennes if Calo decides to run it by him), possibly some mass free-for-all's deciding wild cards...


HIs logistics are interrupted by the chime of the comm. Absent-mindedly punching the button, "Lieutenant Zeelas."

coldskier0320
21 October 2005, 11:16 AM
[Compiled with Ris. Posted with her permission.]

After meeting with Crix, Terent headed back to his room for a quick nap. Waking up in plenty of time for his date with Zarya, thanks to Jane, he is showered, shaved, and dressed and finds himself sitting nervously, waiting until he can arrive on-time.

A hesitant bloop-beep from Jane gets a quick response, "Does it show?"

Bleebeep.

"Yeah, well just remember that time you got caught by the security force on Anchoron and spent a night with the droid pool...with the Bolt.": A series of bleeps, then, "Heh, who's defensive now? But yeah, I guess it's time." Resolutely heading for the door, he says, "Wish me luck."

A mournful sounding bleep..."Oh come on, Janie, you'll always be my girl."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Stepping up to Zarya's door, Indayce clears his throat and adjusts his clothes one last time before hitting the buzzer...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Zarya jumps up. Then forces herself to take a deep breath before calling over the intercom, "Come." Realizing the door is still locked, she hastily opens it. Terent is greeted by a slightly flushed young woman with a happy smile.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Terent reaches for the panel, pauses a moment, breathe!, then, abruptly, the door moves of its own accord. As the door slides up he sees her...and nearly trips over his own dropped jaw. Absolutely stunning, Zarya never ceased to amaze him. Here on a military ship, she looked like she just walked out of a HoloVid award show. Suddenly, Terent felt very shabby in his trademark jeans and leather jacket over a white t-shirt. Still, he was committed now, and besides, he had yet to see Zarya razz someone for how they were dressed.

"Uh...uh, hi."

Past that, Terent wasn't able to think of anything except how Zarya looked...and a single thought: Well now, that was real smooth old buddy...

Zarya doesn't even notice Terent's clothing. She wants to hug him but hesitates. Take it easy! Vooko warned you not to fall all over him! she reminds herself. he isn't saying much. Doesn't he like it? Did he just ask me 'cause he felt obliged? Zarya nonetheless gives him a charming smile, then asks him in. Following Zarya into the room Terent asks, with a grin, "So what's it like having a cell all to yourself? I mean, Morec's a nice guy and all, but sometimes...I mean he has to get fed up with Jane...not heading back to the droid pool and all. But this...this is a spacious palace!" Terent jokes, spreading his arms for effect...and nearly touching the walls of the small room…Zarya laughs merrily at that

Finding himself a place to settle down and lean his 'caster case, he asks Zarya, "So...did you hear anything about that Korto guy? Crix says he was, uh, transfer out I guess...I think maybe Intel grabbed him. Hope he wasn't a spy or anything..."

"I dunno, that's all Crix told me. Sounds strange." But Zarya doesn't want to talk about it further. She moves to sit next to Terent on the extra bunk, "I--I guess the CO will tell us what NRI thinks we need to know. And there'll be all kinds of gossip at the party I'm sure.", She sounds a little apprehensive, "So let's not worry over it," she smiles. She starts to move just a little closer, then holds back.

"Oh yeah, count on it", Terent says with a smile, "These guys give a new definition to 'party'", after a little more thought he adds, "To 'turnover' too, unfortunately."

"Yeah, I, really don't like that. Not good to have so many changes. And Calo wasn't the original CO from what was said in the briefing." Zarya hopes that Terent will think that's the only thing making her a little uncertain. While she's sure Terent isn't cut from the same cloth, she can't help recalling the Rancor pilots. She'd never have dared letting them into her quarters, not the way they kept pressuring her to let them have their way.

"Yeah, I caught that too.", Terent lets that line of discussion go, then asks, "So you were asking about instruments? I had to order mine while attached to the Stigma. It's not fun, but you can get things from the HoloNet to a military ship."

"How's it done? When I was taking lessons, I mostly played a quetarra, rather than an electronic instrument like yours. I was thinking, I might be able to pick up where I left off. Which should I order? Or I guess I could have my instrument sent in a ‘care package’?"

"Well...", Terent makes an odd face, "When I got my 'caster, I had it shipped to a planet we were headed for, then I got 24 hours' leave, during which I picked it up. For the places we're headed, though, we might need a week or so to leave ship, jet for Republic space, make the pickup, and get back. If you could get it sent, it might be better, assuming it's durable enough to survive."

"That's a lot of leave time for pilots as new to the NR as we are, Terent. I think it could handle being shipped to the Pride if it was packed properly. And Kina Radegant always gets things done right and proper. I need to send them a message anyways--they need to know Vook & I are both Lieutenants."

"Well, then, you sound pretty confident.", Terent smiles, not realizing he's slowly regaining some of his confidence, "You'd probably also want to tell...the people back home...that you're both in the same outfit. Unless they already know that. Who was that you said about? An aunt or something?"

Kina's the logistics goddess of Team Tancredi. She's our best friend’s mom--like having 2 moms. "The Moms." That's what the 3 of us--me, Vooko, & her son Kel--used to call his mom & ours.

"Ah, I see.", Terent says, "Sounds like a nice setup, with two mom's. Heh, I probably wouldn't be nearly so messy if I couldn't turn my 'mom' off when she got annoying. That being Jane. Xendor bless her, she tries to straighten me out, but I guess I'm just not a very receptive learner."

Zarya laughs warmly at Terent's description of Jane's maternal role, "Actually, I had 2 moms, 2 honorary grandparents--Lord Jerec & Lady Zeria--and more aunts & uncles than you'd believe. And we still managed to get into all kinds of mischief. The boys got into more though--Lady Zeria was bound & determined I was going to be A Proper Lady. SO here I am--the galaxy's most lady-like snubjock and racer."

"Heh", Terent still smiles, "Well, it definitely shows. I'll have to thank her if I ever meet her. You're a damn sight better than any other girl I've ever met since joining the military. Most are either brainless or rough enough to beat me up...neither of which is an incredibly attractive quality."

"Not attractive in guys either, glad you aren't like that," Zarya told him, moving just a little closer.

As Zarya leans toward Terent, she enters his idea of 'personal space', and, in order to feel comfortable, Terent moves his arm from resting between them, to across the back of their seat. He didn't realize till he made the movement just how comfortable it did feel. And as such, he moved his arm to curl around Zarya's shoulders, half of him hoping she'd notice; the other half scared to death she would.

"No sir, born and bred part of the Emperor's finest…and he has a lot of explaining to do to his admirals if I'm the best they could scrape up. They're losing TIE pilots way too fast anyway, let alone to have them flying off the job. Then again, Palp ain't exactly a PR miracle either."

Zarya did notice--and it felt right, just as it had out side the briefing room, when he'd hugged her against him. Zarya relaxed against his arm, mostly relaxed. "You must've been one of his finest to have survived--and make it over here." As she prelied, the girl tilted her head up, wonder if Terent would "get it" this time.

Terent smiled as he heard Zarya's flattery, gazing across the room, thinking of his old unit. They'd been separated, of course, for security reasons, as soon as they'd defected. Still, he got word from a few over the past months, and many were doing great.

Now he glances down and sees Zarya...and instantly knows what's going on. He starts to lean toward her...then hesitates... What if he's got it all wrong? Wh-

Resolutely, Terent tells his own mind to shut up as he leans forward and gives Zarya Zeelas the first kiss he'd given in years.

But Terent doesn’t "have it all wrong." Zarya turns a bit in his arms, slipping hers around him. She hopes Terent, whom she's sure is more experienced, doesn't find her awkward at kissing. For all her charm, Zarya isn't very experienced--just some casual teenage "dating," nothing at all serious.

As the kiss continues, much to Terent's surprise, the details of the room seem to melt away...he hadn't kissed anyone in over a year, much less like this. As he shifted slightly, to settle into a more comfortable angle, Terent thought to himself, I sure hope I haven't forgotten how to kiss!

[OOC: Could y'all hold off posting IC till bocce gets a chance...we have somethig special planned...]

fallenjedi51
21 October 2005, 08:18 PM
After the mission and getting the sweat soked flight suit off Kre was still amazed. In his cock pit he had felt something. He didnt quite know what it was. But it was weird it felt like he could feel everyone else it was just for a split second though then it was gone. His droid was behind him beeping away. But Kre didn't really noticed. After getting his flight suit off he decided to go for a walk. So he walked around and finally ended up in his dorm where he fell asleep. He awoke just befor the party. When he went to it. He had no clue who had been promoted or what. He had sorta bounced everyone out. And stared into no where clapping when he heard a faint clap or a laughing when he heard a joke. BUt all in all he didnt really pay attention.
When he went to the debreifing Drendar said somethin about us being like Rougue and he just thought glory hounds! He still hadn't really been into everything though just going along with what ever was said. On Kre's first mission it was more rigorous then his last station a stupid defense out post in the middle of no where with 6 pilots and 3 B-Wings. They never even did anything except for fool around. He could tell that this is how a reall military instalation acts.

boccelounge
21 October 2005, 10:16 PM
Originally posted by Rostek
Calo:
"Well, that's perfectly fine- your predecessor did quite alright in his last flight in-theater. You'll be flying in Seven, so I suggest you look up Eight, who is your bunkmate. He'll show you around and acclimate you to our pace and whatnot. As for orders... talk to Lieutenant Ralter. He's... Well, he seems to have scarpered off, hasn't he? Alright, have Eight introduce you, and set up a short appointment with him- tell him to put it first on the list, since it will be short.

"So... in short, your duties are to meet the squadron and have them acclimate you to our particular idiom and the Pride's pace. We're going on an off period for a bit- regulations you know, about OpTempo and all that. So you'll have some time with your squadmates- and in the squad sim runs we're going over in the next week or so- barring priority mission status." Calo finishes, pointing out Eight in the mass of leaving pilots. "There he is. Dismissed."

The ebullient Duros listens intently to this bewildering stream of instructions in Galactic Basic. He nods his head in feigned understanding.

[Goodness, I think I understand less than half of what this man is saying... I certainly hope it is a useful half... they all speak rapid-fire, these humans. Well, better not press the CO for very long; he's just returned from mission, after all, and likely has more to worry about than a new pilot, fresh off the boat!]*

DEES: Yes... yes... I were understand, sir. First were to find Eight, then was find RAL-ter. And he will show there are idioms, and bit-regs... and a tempo, sims... bars... yes, I were 'got it,' sir. And, ah! Yes! Here were Eight! I'd going now, and thanked you very much sir!

Dees gives the Captain a quick salute, trying to adopt the casual attitude he's noticed from the Tempest pilots he's seen so far. After it's returned, or after he fears it won't be, he lopes off after the elusive Tempest Eight. The Duros' bald, grey-green head rises above most of the collected throng, as he tries to catch his wingmate at the other end of the crowd...


Some time later...

The protocol droid speaks in a level baritone, but somehow, what seems like thinly-veiled irritation shows through its verbo-modulated tones.

DROID: No, sir; that is, yet again, incorrect. Let us go over this one more time. This is Engineering Corridor 53, F Deck. You are looking for Officers Corridor 35, P Deck. You must return the way you came, access turbolift 94, and proceed to R Deck. From there, travel 21 meters left, until you see the gangway access to Q Deck. It will lead to a branching corridor. Take the hatch second from the left, and travel 7 meters to the righthand hatch. Enter this hatch and turn right. It will lead you to the Officer Quarters' turbolifts. Either of the leftmost lifts will take you P Deck. Once on P Deck...

DEES: Yes, yes, from P Deck, I am going to the left-left-right- and then down ladder to... what it is?

DROID: . . .

DROID: Perhaps, sir, I should simply escort you to your destination.

DEES: No! Were very clear! Engineering Deck were needing its droid-crews as much as were Officers! I am finding the Lieutenant's quarters fine! Turbolift 49 and then--

DROID: 94.

DEES: 94! And then to R Deck, and then some meters, and a gangway, some hatches, lefts and rights... were perfectly clear! I thanked you very much!

He leaves cheerfully, and the droid watches him leave, standing in a way that very closely approximates Human bewilderment.


Several Standard Hours later...

A bedraggled and bleary-eyed Dees'Yah trods down a semi-darkened corridor. He's quite dirty; stained with what looks like inducer fluid. There is a noticeable tear on the side of his khaki jumpsuit, and, inexplicably, one of his boots is missing.



These thoughts cloud his mind, as the young Flight Officer keys open his unlocked hatch, and stumbles wearily into his darkened cabin...


[i]Originally posted by coldskier0320
As the kiss continues, much to Terent's surprise, the details of the room seem to melt away...

... but to the tired Duros, there is an opposite effect. His eyes gradually adjust to the gloom, and as he stands in the center of the small cabin, he slowly comes to realize that there are two humans engaged what seems to be some sort of pre-coital simian mating ritual, on his bunk...

DEES: Aiieeee!!




italicized thoughts translated from the original Duros. ;)

Drendar Morevo
22 October 2005, 08:58 PM
MEANWHILE

:Hangar Bay:

BAAAAN-BAAAAN the Klaxxon sounds. A fire has apparently started in the hangar. It appears an R2 unit lit some paint by accident while using its plasma torch.

(this is your opening fallenjedi)

coldskier0320
22 October 2005, 10:15 PM
"They say, when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true. What they don't tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up."

~Big Fish, 2003

If the light from the open door raised suspicions, the yelp of terror confirmed them. Heart nearly jumping into his throat, Terent jolted awkwardly in Zarya's embrace. Extricating himself form her grasp with a curteous mix of gentility and speed, he asks, startled, "Man?! What are you doing?!"

Then, starting to laugh at the expresion on the Duro's face (expressions were tough to get from that anatomy, but even in this light, the alien's face was priceless), Terent laughs a bit then says, "Woah, wait a minute, heh, where are you trying to get to? Heh..."

[Response]

"Heh, well, uhhhh...Actually, *laugh* you're almost there...*laugh*...just to the end of this corridor, heh, make a left...and its the second door on the right...least it should be. Got that? Left, second right."

As the woefully clueless (and possibly psychologically scarred) Duro closed the door, Terent locked eyes with Zarya, and an awkward moment of silence established itself...

((OOC:



(this is your opening fallenjedi)
What's that mean? Can the rest of us hear the alarm too? :?))

Vanger Chevane
25 October 2005, 06:36 PM
Vooko was surprised to hear the voice on the other end. "Commander Corrington. I've been informed you wanted to speak with me?"


Earlier in the week, he'd received an unusual message. Usually, a Dispatch From Home was and assortment of text files from many Family members, but this one came directly from Deyff. He wasn't normally given to talking much let alone Holonet messages. Deyff was odd for Family, not given to socialising much, with little tolerance for and unusual methods of "encouraging" those he felt weren't doing their fair share. Regardless how anyone else felt, Lord Tancredi trusted him implicitly and that was that.

Deyff was unquestionably competent in his work, but he never spoke of his past and was reputed to be able to stop irate vendors and clients mid-rant with a simple stare. Almost unerringly when they were wrong, and likely when he was sick of listening to them try and offload their problem onto him. After a while he became an unofficial Complaint Department/Personnel Manager. Even Kelvin, miscreant that he is, only had to "Go see Deyff" twice.

Rumors ran that Jerec had a bit of a checkered past, and had developed almost a brotherhood with Deyff before returning to Druckenwell to help run the family's holdings after House Tancredi took over the I'Att holdings after the explosion at the main I'Att Armaments had killed Lord & Lady I'Att, as well as their granddaughter and heir - Tinian I'Att, her fiancee', and Sector Moff Kerioth.

It was said that Jerec was in line, but Lord I'Att wasn't pleased with Jerec's behavior, skipping him in favor of Tinian. Much to Jerec's credit he used the political powerhouse of the combined I'Att and Tancredi holdings to quietly "keep Druckenwell from becoming too Imperial", and mostly out of the Galactic Civil War. I'Att was known to be staunchly Imperial, and when he simply turned over the rebuilt House I'Att to Tinian after her return, many stories that couldn't be proven nor debunked were bandied about with Jerec having served in the nascent Rebellion for a time and met Deyff under unspeakably horrific, and heavily classified, conditions.

Looking over the contents, and Smoothie giving an impressed whistle at the schematics, "Personnel Manager Dayff...a Munitions Developer?!? Looks right but some of the algorithms, like this one for determining the sub-launches, look out of my league. Need to get some real help on this one...


"Erm, yessir. I've recieved some technical readouts and would like you to go over them. I want feedback on whether they can be produced aboard ship with resources on-hand and how difficult it would be."

"Some sort of a Personal Project?"

"Somewhat, but it'd be stupid to pass it by Command and have them insist on it if the rewards aren't worth the work involved."

"Good thinking son. Sure, I'll give it a once-over."

"Thank you Sir. I'll shoot the datafiles over to you..."

He looks over at Smoothie, who had been wandering around the room doing whatever it is bored droids do. Smoothie stops, his dome spinning to fix the main holocam on Vooko. Despite an almost total lack of Body Language, the R2 manages to pin him with a stare that says Like you need to ask?

"...ummm, you should already have them. Pursue this at your leisure, but I'd like a review as soon as reasonable please." (Distractedly, as if already checking the diagrams) "Course, Corrington out." >click<

Drendar Morevo
26 October 2005, 02:00 PM
The Ships Loudspeaker Piped out the following.

"Commander DuQuennes, Captain Stennic, Please Report to Conference room 2."

...................................................

The Hangar

Perusing the files the commander fought down a cough... Sledgehammer Missiles? What is that kid playing at? Those usually only get mounted on K-Wings! Well I guess those TZs that the Zeelas twins brought aboard need the extra punch. I just hope we have some aboard

.....................................................

{FallenJedi, do you plan on showing up at all?}

....................................................

A ComCall was sent to Lieutennant Vooko Zeelas. "Lieutennant Zeelas, Please upload file 40254854269 (Squadron Organization) to your datapad now."

Ash DuQuennes
26 October 2005, 05:08 PM
Heading for the party, Ash heard the intercom, and changed directions for Conference Room 2.

Ris
26 October 2005, 06:57 PM
Zarya woke "bright & early" with a smile on her face. The previous night had been just right--even though she & Terent hadn't made it to the party, not the wing's party anyways. They'd spent the whole evening at their own private party. After the hapless Dees'Yah had left, Zarya & Six had tried to recapture the mood--but kept breaking into laughter. The girl's made Terent think of a crystal bell. Finally, she'd suggested that they get that dinner.
Nerf steak with all the trimmings, and frostberries-&-choklat sorbet. Between bites, the couple began to talk. Zarya described Lady Tancredi's idea of A Proper Lady's Education, only about 10% of which involved "etiquette & protocol." The vast majority of the "curriculum" seemed to be either running a business or "Taking Care of Oneself in Any Situation."
"So that's how Vooko spent the season racing, while I divided my time between torture--I mean physical therapy--and being Kina's apprentice..." Zarya ended the story about being injured badly in a crash. She went on to try & draw Terent out a little about his past.
After dinner Terent had taken her to one of the small lounges and gave her more music lessons. Zaya smiled again, thinking about the man's gentle touches on her hands and wrists as he helped her learn the chording. Later, Terent had played for her, and she'd hesitantly joined in singing softly.

All-in-all, a lovely night, ended with another long kiss...Zarya just lolled in bed for a while, enjoying the new memory. But she had to get up, she and Terent had plans for the morning...
A little later, she was talking with him in his room about the planned sim session, while he finished dressing. They walked out the door hand-in-hand, continuing their chat. "I really enjoyed last night, Terent. Do you think you're up to a reprise tonight?...So are we getting breakfast before the sims?"

Norseman
27 October 2005, 04:17 PM
The Ships Loudspeaker Piped out the following.

"Commander DuQuennes, Captain Stennic, Please Report to Conference room 2."

Well... lucky for me he didn't say anything about their staffs... party time, I suppose. Crix thought with a sigh, quickly removing his sweatsoaked shipsuit and undergarments for a quick shower.
As refreshing as the shower was, Crix, couldn't help thinking about recent events. As successful as the last mission had been, things- to Crix's mind- had been radically complicated since touchdown on the Pride. The promotions and handouts of responsibility, combined with Four's uncertain condition and Lt. Krono's rapid departure had bore down on the young pilot. It's a lot to deal with. You'll settle down in the job and everything will get back to normal, he thought, letting the slightly cool liquid (and sonic pulse) hit him as he stood, rinsing and letting the theraputic effects of the shower sink in.
The squad had lost some of it's previous innocence- part of which is good, and part bad. Previously, there had been very little structure to things, and the unit was not unlike squadrons of the Rebellion days. The recent events had been something of a microcosm of that change- with their former pirate being shipped off to intel, and the previously chaotic command structure being replaced by a standard unit command chain. Then again... our survival and repair rates are a hell of a lot better than they were in the days of the Rebellion. A tradeoff it is- adventure for survival. the young man thought, finally turning off the shower and stepping out, grabbing for his towel. Now, as he towelled off and looked for some decent casual clothing for the party (finding a flight jacket and basic slacks), Crix wondered what part of that tradeoff he wanted...

Rostek
28 October 2005, 10:56 PM
Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
The Ships Loudspeaker Piped out the following.

"Commander DuQuennes, Captain Stennic, Please Report to Conference room 2."

Calo winced- Ah well... it's probably better this way- let the kiddies have their fun, this is probably decently important if he needs both of us. he thought, and headed as quickly as possible to the turbolift.

fallenjedi51
30 October 2005, 02:53 PM
Berukt was lieing down when he heard "fire in hangar bay, need acistance to put out" Berukt was bored and tired of doing nothing so decided to go and help out with this little problem. When he got there there he heard a maintenence crew member go

"Who's idiotic R2 unit is this" I knew at that point I was going to hear hell. I turned around and a mechanic yells to me.

"Is this thing yours"?

Berukt responds with a guilty look and counciouse "oh i didnt see you ther, what is his model number?"

"R2-B9"

"Yea sadly its mine"

"Well watch it before it sets what is left of this ship on fire, you know what I am telling your superior who is that"?

"Captain Dequenes, and now I will be going think you very much"!

"Well you should be expecting a report"!

"Ok, get the blazes over here you little droid no wait Sorch! All the mechanics and maintenence crew make a gap as a little chared beeping droid wheels through trying to tell Berukt something in binary."Scorch I cant beleive you I cant even leave you alone for a minute, lets go get you cleaned up and a paint job put on you"

Scorch starts explaining something in binary "beep boop deep bloop"

"Do you think I understand you or even care what you where doing, just shut up and go"!

"Beep boop deep"

"That was a rhetorical question".

coldskier0320
1 November 2005, 01:45 PM
Originally posted by Ris
She went on to try & draw Terent out a little about his past.

At dinner, Terent talked to Zarya a little about his past. It felt good to have that sort of a conversation with someone, and Zarya was very easy to talk to.

"So I spent most of my time in the garage, fixing up ships with my dad after mom left. Sometimes there'd be swoop racing tours. Until I was old enough, dad left me home with Jane to watch over the garage and do school work. When I was about ten, though, he started taking us with him, me and Jane, that is. Since I was schooling from home anyway, I didn't get affected much when we were on the tour.

"That's where I learned to fly, out with the swoopers. And when I was old enough, I applied to the academy and was accepted. Te rest, as they say, is history."

The rest of the night went smoothly, better than Terent expected, in fact. Thus it came as a mild surprise the next morning when he felt totally comfortable dressing with Zarya in the room, a girl he'd known for little more than a few days.




A little later, she was talking with him in his room about the planned sim session, while he finished dressing. They walked out the door hand-in-hand, continuing their chat. "I really enjoyed last night, Terent. Do you think you're up to a reprise tonight?...So are we getting breakfast before the sims?"

At this Terent smiled warmly. He'd had a really good time last night, and was hoping Zarya would want to do it again...that she wanted to spend time with him again so soon was more than he'd expected.

"Yeah, definitely. We'll have to make some time for ourselves tonight. But as for breakfast...we wait till after sims. It wouldn't do to upchuck in the Republic's equipment."

The couple ran through a long series of sims, and found themselves to be very closely matched. Though Terent almost always won situations where he flew a squint, and Zarya, nearly always when she was in an A. After the sims, they enjoyed a breakfast that was remarkably good. Terent made a mental note that if he ever found out who had the idea to get a chef to serve as ship's cook, he'd wantto shake their hand. After this, he'd walked Zarya to her appointment, then was content to sit outside and await his turn, right after her.

Vanger Chevane
1 November 2005, 02:32 PM
"Lieutennant Zeelas, Please upload file 40254854269 (Squadron Organization) to your datapad now."
Loading the file onto his pad, and heading out the door closely followed by Smoothie,


]"Commander DuQuennes, Captain Stennic, Please Report to Conference room 2."
Better see what's in the file, may decide if I'm going to the Big Party or Staff Call...

Tempest Leader: Cap. Calo Stennic*
Tempest 2: FO K'zk
Tempest 3: Lt. Crix Ralter
Tempest 4: FO Sei Takaris

Tempest 5: FO Cabwi Desco
Tempest 6: Lt. Terent Indayce
Tempest 7: FO Dees'Yah
Tempest 8: Lt. Morec Bitrok *

Tempest 9: Lt. Zarya Zeelas
Tempest 10: FO Jaster Mace
Tempest 11: Lt. Vooko Zeelas *
Tempest 12: FO Maith Trist

* Flight Leader

Turning down a corridor away from the Conference Room, he wanders toward the Lounge, attention mostly on notes he's punching into the pad.

Odd. Excepting Calo, leaders are at the end of the flight. Guess Intel figures they'll "Shoot by the Numbers". Jazz & Maith will need to train to fly together as well as separately if we employ the TZ's, preferably well before we get into something serious...

But that's for tomorrow, tonight we celebrate our successes.

Drendar Morevo
3 November 2005, 04:14 AM
-*Conference Room 2*-

As the ships two squadron commanders strode into the room General Morevo offered them a seat, as soon as they had done so he began by activating a miniature holoprojector.

"Now that you are seated I will tell you why you are here. As you may already know, the Republic has suffered some losses to pirates in this Galactic Civil War, even though we are winning, we cannot afford to give anything to chance, including just passing off pirates as a minor nuisance."

"Command has put through orders for us to determine if by any means Teradoc is funding the pirates near his controlled space. One way we can do this is by guile and another is by Strength of arms."

"Guile would require us to contact them pretending to be a victory star destroyer under Teradoc control and determine their reaction from that. But If we go by Strength of Arms we could kill two mynocks with one blast, we could wait for a pirate patrol to appear on one of our convoys and check each ship, as we blast them of course."

"For the Second plan I already have an idea for what we could use as bait. Commander DuQuennes' Y-Wing Shipments. A large number of ships head through with it and when the pirates pounce on it, we ambush them. Could be as simple as that, but of course there is some possiblity for losses among the convoy, we cannot discount that."

"I leave the choice up to you two, you're the ones who will be flying in one of these situations. Once you have decided on which one we use, we can put that plan in more detail. My vote lies with the second choice."

Ash DuQuennes
4 November 2005, 07:08 PM
Ash considered the General's words before answering.

"I like option 2 myself, General. But if I may make a suggestion, I think we can add a slight twist to it."

"Once we hyper out of sensor range of a major system, we revert to N-space, and I take Bantha Squadron to Depot and pick up the new ships, whose capabilities are, I'm fairly certain, unknown to any pirates, regardless of affiliation."

"We then rendevous with The Pride, again, unobserved, and begin trolling for pirates as convoy escorts. Until it is tactically necessary, we don't display the new ship's capabilities; not until the pirates/raiders/whatever become fully committed to battle."

"Meanwhile, The Pride, along with Tempest, positions itself in the center of the convoy, and does her best with ECM to mimic a bulk freighter, in order to be close-at-hand in case the pirates come with more firepower or numbers than we can defend against. Tempest can hide in The Pride's sensor shadow, powered up and ready to fight, or hold at a launch-ready status in the fighter bays."

"And I wouldn't worry too much about the freighter crews; pirates can't capture a ship they've blown up, and microscopic wreckage doesn't fetch much of a price on the Black Market, so they have an incentive to not be too careless with weapon's fire around so many juicy prizes."

"As well, the pirates can't really devote much time to capturing and boarding ships until the defensive escort has been neutralized. All-in-all, the freighter crews should be fairly safe as long as we are at all 'in the fight.' "

"Alternatively, pirates have been known to stage deception attacks in an attempt to lure away escorts, while a second, concealed force lies in wait to attack once the escort is too far away to intercept. In this scenario, I can allow Bantha to be 'decoyed' in order to embolden any secondary force, leaving them cold meat for the concealed Pride and Tempest."

"Again, getting the pirates fully committed to battle is key. Any pirate who manages to run away is a possible source of information back to Teradoc. Slipping The Pride's cover too soon, or committing Tempest too early, will only spook the pirates into shying away for easier pickings."

"For our part, I think the Bantha can put on a convincing display of panic and/or ineptitude, without getting ourselves vaped in the process, in order to convince the pirates to fully commit before springing Tempest and The Pride on them 'from ambush,' so to speak."

Ash leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and awaited General Morevo's and Captian Stennic's responses.

LordSei
6 November 2005, 12:17 PM
After being pulled into the Pride by its tractor beams Sei was pissed he got his *** kicked by some hutt's thugs. He didn't really pay attention during the debrief, after congratulating those who had been promoted he went back to his room and took a shower and then went to train in the sims during the party. After he was to tired to continue he fell asleep immediatly after returning to his room.. The next morning he spent his time in the sims and repairing his ship.
Edit:OOC: Fallen will be in disneyworld till saturday(nov.12)

Rostek
6 November 2005, 08:09 PM
Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
-*Conference Room 2*-

As the ships two squadron commanders strode into the room General Morevo offered them a seat, as soon as they had done so he began by activating a miniature holoprojector.

"Now that you are seated I will tell you why you are here. As you may already know, the Republic has suffered some losses to pirates in this Galactic Civil War, even though we are winning, we cannot afford to give anything to chance, including just passing off pirates as a minor nuisance."

"Command has put through orders for us to determine if by any means Teradoc is funding the pirates near his controlled space. One way we can do this is by guile and another is by Strength of arms."
<snip>
"I leave the choice up to you two, you're the ones who will be flying in one of these situations. Once you have decided on which one we use, we can put that plan in more detail. My vote lies with the second choice."

Calo nodded as Duke gave his opinion.
"I could go with that. I'd suggest disgorging Bantha upon the first appearance of trouble, and as the Commander suggested, have them engage and skirmish the decoys. Tempest will stay on board, which will suggest to the pirates that we've engaged with our full fighter compliment. Once the main force appears, we launch Tempest and we'll screen the Pride and the frieghters while Bantha comes back to engage any of the heavies in conjunction with the Pride. We'll handle the fighters and the batteries on the Pride's non-committed side will be able to deal with the decoys if they attempt to reengage.
Of course, if the decoy force is high quality starfighters which- with all due respect to Bantha-" Calo said, looking at Duke to make sure he appriciated the non-insulting nature of the upcoming words "- are beyond Bantha's nominal combat capability, though I have no doubt that your boys would put up a good show against squints or eyeballs, Tempest is better equipped for that job- we should be used as the decoy suckers instead, since that would most likely leave uglies and transports, which Bantha is very well suited to deal with." Calo finished.
"Teradoc knows Tempest is newly commishioned, and if we're identified while taking the bait, it won't damage our cover either."

Ash DuQuennes
8 November 2005, 01:57 PM
Ash listened to Captain Stennic, and pulled up the appropriate files on his datapad as Calo spoke, before replying.

Passing his datapad across the table to Calo, Ash said, "Take a look at this."

On the datapad's screen was the following information:



Craft: Koensayr (modified) BTL-S3 Y-Wing Attack Starfighter (Improved, mk. II)
Class: Starfighter
Crew: 1 or 2 (Skilled +4/+2)
Size: Tiny
Initiative: +6 (+2 size, +4 crew)
Hyperdrive: x1
Maneuver: +9 (+2 size, +3 equipment, +4 crew*)
Passengers: None
Defense: 27 (+2 size, +15 armor)
Cargo Capacity: 110 kg
Consumables: 1 week
Cost: 345,000 (new); 210,000 (as modified)
Shield Points: 90 (DR 10)
Hull Points: 150 (DR 10)
Maximum Speed In Space: Ramming (+2) (10 squares/action)
Atmospheric Speed: 1,100 km/h (18 squares/action)

Weapon: Assault Cannons (2 fire-linked); Fire Arc: Front; Attack Bonus: +14 (+2 size, +2 crew, +8 fire control, +2 equipment bonus); Damage: 8d10x2; Range Modifiers: PB +0, S -2, M/L n/a

Weapon: Medium Ion Cannons (2 fire-linked); Fire Arc: Turret; Attack Bonus: +14 (+2 size, +2 crew, +8 fire control, +2 equipment bonus); Damage: 5d10x2; Range Modifiers: PB +0, S -2, M -4, L n/a

Weapon: Proton Torpedo Launchers (2, 8 torpedoes each); Fire Arc: Front; Damage: 9d10x2 (or 10d10x2 w/heavy torpedoes); Missile Quality: Good (+15)

*includes: -2 armor, +3 maneuvering system, +2 equipment bonus.

Improvements:

Features a “split” or two-piece canopy to allow easy access and egress for both pilot and gunner, as well as the addition of an overhead pane for the pilot to increase visibility.

Also includes an astromech droid lift through the “neck spar.” An improved armor package increases overall survivability, and a high-quality maneuvering system offsets the additional mass of the armor, actually yielding a slight increase in maneuverability.

Upgrading the Ion Cannons from Light to Medium gives the Y-Wing (Improved) series a better “stand-off” capability in addition to the increased damage the heavier cannons provide.

"It seems Starfighter Command bought off on a little idea of mine, with the General's endorsement. Perhaps we can do a mixed escort, about one flight of X's and one flight of these new-and-improved Y's, with the rest of both squadrons in reserve aboard The Pride until the pirates are fully committed."

"Then again, we don't want to spook the pirates off, which is why I initially went with an all Y-wing escort. After all," Ash said with a lopsided grin, "everyone knows that Y-wings are 'old, slow, and second-rate.' At least until word gets around of these new-and-improved models."

"I wanted to present to the pirates a target that doesn't look too easy, but also one that doesn't look too hard, either."

Drendar Morevo
9 November 2005, 03:31 PM
"Well captain Stennic, commander DuQuennes, you changes seem apt. It probably would be better to put up as much of a defensive capability as possible. So a mix of fighters would be best. Another idea would be to present false damage on our vessels to make not only the convoy, but us a worthwile target. We draw them in, and then make short work of them. Now, I think this has been a good brainstorming session." He stood up from his seat. "Same time tomorrow? Right." And with that, oddly and quickly, he left.


--------------The Gym, early next day----------------

The man was unassuming; somewhat fit, average height, average features, but there was something... not right about him. He walked over to the durasteel weights and took off the weights on the small hand bars and unscrewed the ends, he walked over to the tension wires and detatched one of the hand holds, he took the oversize buckle off his belt. After attaching the pieces together he had a rather powerful blaster pistol that no-one knew even existed in the room. Carefully he took a powerpack he was hiding in his pocket and locked it place. he stood up from his previous position in an unoccupied portion of the weight room, turned to the two guards at the entrance noticing that four other men also carrying interesting blasters, the others in his cell, followed suit and opened fire. The first guard went down in seconds, the second fell with a thump five seconds later.
"Collect their blasters and comlinks and round up our prisoners" the other people in the room "kill anyone that moves."

Needless to say the security cam got an eyeful before it too was blasted. The officer at that station was getting a hot cup of caf at the time.

Six pilots are within range of the sound, the rest are out of range of the noise and will have to call for back-up that will take 6 rounds to arrive.

LordSei
10 November 2005, 03:28 PM
Sei was wondering around the decks when sudennly he heard blaster fire coming from the gym! He drew his comlink and went for his carbine and realized it wasn't their,damn regulations, at least i still have my vibroblade . " THis is Tempest 4, does anyone know whats going on in the gym i heard blaster fire??"
[Open]
"I'm going to check it out." Sei headed down the corridor with his hand near is vibro-blade, it was probably just a weapons malfunction, I mean would a spy or someone really be onboard??
OCC: im going to wait for someone else to act before going in.
Edit: Changed weapons

Norseman
10 November 2005, 06:22 PM
Crix, having spent a bit of time in the officer's wardroom mingling, decides to head for a quick snack, and then off to bed. It had been a very long day, and the young human had so far failed to write his corrospondants about his promotion.
Something I'll get to tomarrow, he thinks with a sigh stepping onto the turbolift and shooting out of range as the blaster shots go off.

Ris
10 November 2005, 08:42 PM
Once Zarya and Six had gotten their fill of the sims, the pair grabbed a late breakfast. Deciding to change out of their sweaty shipboards before seeing Calo, they detoured back to quarters, and had reached the corridor when they heard a ruckuss from the gym. "Someone show off & try to lift too much?" Zarya asked archly. "No, that's--"
"Blaster fire!" Terent finished for her. Zarya gave her friend a worried look. "Come on!", Terent hissed, pulling Zarya's arm gently, "Back to my quarters...do you havea sidearm?"
"Yes--in mine," she whispered letting Six pull her back along the corridor. "But your room's closer--do you have a second weapon?"

"Just Jane", Terent confesses, "And I don't think she's had enough time to bond with you just yet." He makes the wisecrack without realizing it, being preoccupied with the situation at hand. Arriving at his quarters, he palms the hatch and gently nudges Zarya inside, "Stay in here while I get my pistol, then we'll go for yours." Zarya only nods, wondering what Terent meant by the "bond with you" remark, as she glances distractedly at his droid.
Upon their entry into Terent's quarters, Jane comes out of energy-save mode and begins to burble a question, until Terent cuts her off sharply, "Shhh! Jane! Not now."

Zarya tells Six, "We should comm Security. Or do you think they might be compromised?" She looks back to Jane, then asks, "Can she alert Smartie & Smoothie?"
Terent gives pause at this, and, finally answers, "Well, I hadn't thought of that. Maybe we'd best see what's going on first. Good thinking." Terent then locates his pistol. Checking the charge on the large weapon, he pulls it up to test his stance then straps his holster to his leg, keeping the pistol in his hand.
"Yeah, again, good thinking", he turns to the little droid, "Jane, wake up! Tell Zarya and Vooko's droids what's going on."
Some bleeping...
"I don't know, look 'em up on the Pride's records. Just do it fast." After this, he turns to Zarya, sighs, and announces, "Okay, I'm ready, let's go to your room."

The young woman gives him a smile, hoping she appears brave and confident--which isn't how she's feeling. "Yeah...let's go." She leads the way. It's only one door down and across the hall, but it seems a lot longer and Zarya feels very exposed. Terent, though, appears quite comfortable with his weapon, and she's sure he's been in situations like this before. I keep forgetting he's older, more experienced, than me. But right now he looks it. She cannot see that inside Terent Indayce is uneasy too.

As they arrive at Zarya's room, Terent mutters, "Go ahead, make it quick, I'll cover the hallway." Zarya nods and keys in her code, then slips inside. As usual, her sidearm is in it's shoulder holster. As Terent had done, she puts on the holster but keeps the blaster in her hand. When she rejoins Six in the hall, Zarya, imitating her friend, checks the charge and tests her stance. It's adequate, but Terent is pretty sure she's never used the weapon outside a target range. Meeting his eyes, she tells him softly, "I--I'm ready--now. Let's--go..."

Terent nods evenly, but inside he thinks, Poor kid, she's scared to death, guess I'm gonna hafta look out for her. Out loud he says, "Great, this way." Leading the way down the corridor, he feels his arms throbbing with adrenaline. Better look out for yourself too, bucko.
As they slipped down the few meters of corridor, Zarya has been telling herself over and over that this is no different than the few times Kelvin took her hunting. But it isn't.

Nearing the last "safe" intersection, the one after which they'd be heading into unknown territory, Terent slows to a stop. Lying prone on the floor, he turns to face Zarya and says, in a near-silent whisper, "I'm gonna take a look. If there's any shooting, get out of here and get the General, okay?"

He thinks I need protected! "No!" she hisses. "I'm your wing--I'm not gonna leave you!" She makes as if to join him on he deck.

Terent holds up a hand to stop her, then calmly says, "Zarya, stand back up, I'm just poking my head around the corner, they'll be lookng at head height, and by the time they notice me, if they do, I'll be back around the corner." He adds, with a sigh, "Guess I can't expect you to run, but still, if things get hairy, you get clear, otherwise, who knows what could happen. Until then, though, shoot straight and shoot often."

He says this last with a wry grin, and squeezes Zarya's hand quickly before making to take his look.
Zarya squeezes back with a faint, fleeting smile, then hangs back while he looks, ready--she hopes--for whatever happens. For now, her blaster is held 2-handed, pointed upwards, by her head.

boccelounge
11 November 2005, 12:46 PM
Dees'Yah is strolling down one of the ship's corridors; his astromech droid "Annie" rolls along beside him. The tall Duros reads absent-mindedly from a datapad, and the droid whistles and coos impatiently to itself. Finally noticing the droid's vocalizations, Dees looks up.
DEES (speaking Durese): What?! What's all this fuss this morning? I'm sure we...
As he speaks, Dees seems to notice where he is-- another unfamiliar area in the ship.
DEES (speaking Durese): Oh. No, I guess we're not almost to the hangar. Where the heck are we? I thought it was the blue corridor, and the green corridor... and this is red... why didn't you watch where we were going?!
The squat astro-droid, Annie, replies in an incomprehensible stream of annoyed hoots and whistles.
DEES (speaking Durese): OK, OK, I get it... my fault again. But you really should have said something when you saw we were getting lost--
He's cut off by the muffled but unmistakable sound of blaster fire, coming from further down the corridor. Dees drops his datapad, and freezes for a moment... then starts moving quickly toward the sounds. Annie rolls along behind.
DEES (speaking Durese): Annie! Find a comp-port! See if you can find out what's going on! And stay away from the people with the guns! I'm going to go see what's up...

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OOC:

Annie looks for a comp-port, and tries to find out what's going on. If the last video feed of the gym attack was recorded, she'd like to find that:
Search check: (Skill +14) + (d20 roll = 7) = 21 Search
Computer Use check: (Skill +14) + (d20 roll = 5) = 19 Computer Use

Dees sneaks down the corridor toward the gym:
Computer Use check: (Skill +4) + (movement penalty -5) + (d20 roll = 17) = 16 Hide
Move Silently check: (Skill +4) + (movement penalty -5) + (d20 roll = 2) = 1 Move Silently
Spot check: (Skill +1) + (d20 roll = 3) = 4 Spot
Listen check: (Skill +1) + (d20 roll = 9) = 10 Listen

Note: Dees is currently unarmed.


EDIT: And thanks for the OOC clarifications on the "gym situation," Drendar.

Drendar Morevo
11 November 2005, 01:01 PM
One of the saboteurs looks back into the room.
"Hey, I thought I heard something, sounded like footsteps... but I didn't see anybody."
Their leader points at the other guy he is standing with. "Go cover the door with that little bucket of sithspit."

OOC: Now there are two troopers covering the door that can be seen, response to a skill failure.

boccelounge
12 November 2005, 09:31 PM
Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
OOC: Now there are two troopers covering the door that can be seen, response to a skill failure.

Seeing the figures in the hatchway, Dees slows down, goes into the shadows, and tries to find anything he could use as a weapon...
Hide check: (Skill +4) + (stationary +5) + (d20 roll = 9) = 18 Hide
Move Silently check: (Skill +4) + (stationary +10) + (d20 roll = 10) = 24 Move Silently
Spot check: (Skill +1) + (d20 roll = 18) = 19 Spot

His astro-droid, Annie, continues to look for a comp-port, and to find out what's going on.
Search check: (Skill +14) + (d20 roll = 6) = 20 Search
Computer Use check: (Skill +14) + (d20 roll = 9) = 23 Computer Use

Drendar Morevo
15 November 2005, 05:35 AM
"All right you maggots, lets move, if any one of those prisoners even looks like theyre going to get ansy... shoot them."
"Slicer, did you cut out the cameras on our selected route?"
"All they show now is a continuous loop, nothing more."

------
Annie found the recording of the five saboteurs opening fire in the gym.
------

"alright lets move, demolitions, slicer, youre in the back, guns, blades, youre with me at the front."

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Theyre heading directly toward Dees, Sei and Crix and away from Terent and Zarya.

SPOT CHECK
17+8modifier=25
Hide check is beaten, theyve seen Dees.
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"HEY! there's someone down there, looks like a durosian."
"Sithspawn, kill the basterd, we don't need any more prisoners and even fewer witnesses."

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Time to roll for initiative, have fun in this lightfight everyone. Remember, a missed shot has a 25% chance of hitting a hostage, and even higher if they decide to use them as shields.

Leader Init roll 16
Defense is 15
Guns Init roll 12
Defense is 12
Blades Init roll 16
Defense is 18
Demolitions Init roll 14
Defense is 16
Slicer Init roll 5
Defense is 12

boccelounge
15 November 2005, 08:56 AM
Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
"HEY! there's someone down there, looks like a durosian."
"Sithspawn, kill the basterd, we don't need any more prisoners and even fewer witnesses."

Hearing this, and keenly aware of his unarmed status, Dees turns and runs.

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OOC: Initiative = (Dex +4) + (d20 +8) = 12 Initiative

Oh boy... any chance for distance, lighting, or other situational mods to that previous Hide check? ;) Did ALL the bad guys get a 25 Spot? Man, I'm dead... 8o :)

Dees'Yah
Base Defense: 17
Flat-footed: 13
Running: 15

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Dees heads back down the corridor, trying to lead the infiltrators away from vital ship areas, and toward any known security checkpoints. Failing that, he just runs.

DEES (speaking Durese): Annie! I'm heading back toward you! Get out of here-- run!

Annie, still plugged into the ship's computer, ignores this plea, and calmly stays connected. She attempts to:
Sound a shipwide security alert
Lock down the infiltrators in a confined corridor or area
Bring up video feeds on their location
She'll attempt those things in that order. She uploads/forwards the pre-existing recording as needed.

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OOC: Don't know how many checks you'll want, but here are several.

Computer Use check: (Skill +14) + (d20 +5) = 19 Computer Use
Computer Use check: (Skill +14) + (d20 +18) = 32 Computer Use
Computer Use check: (Skill +14) + (d20 +15) = 29 Computer Use
Computer Use check: (Skill +14) + (d20 +12) = 26 Computer Use

Drendar Morevo
15 November 2005, 10:15 AM
Annie manages to do the following. Sound a localized altert, and bring up the looping video feed.

The terrorists are not amused.

I am advising that all who can... open fire, because Dees might end up in a bacta tank otherwise.

Norseman
15 November 2005, 01:26 PM
Crix nearly fell to the ground as the lift ground to a halt. Niner whistled in an annoyed manner. Crix had gone up a deck to pick up his droid, and then had started to head back down towards his quarters- which had now just stopped.
"See what's going on..." Crix said, checking himself for injury. Well... good for small miracles, I guess he thought as he detected nothing.
Niner tootled nervously, getting Crix's attention.
Intruders? In the gym... that explains the security lockdown and the lift stop. Wait... Crix thought, looking up at the floor indicator... which noted Crix's position on the same deck as the gym. Damn... the young pilot thought, drawing his blaster and cracking the doors with his other hand, giving him enough room to shoot out of if need be but provide some measure of cover. Crix crouched in the darkened lift and waited for anything to come within his perimeter...

(Hide Roll= 18+ whatever cover you choose to assign. Ready action to fire on any unfriendlies that come in his perimeter.)

fallenjedi51
15 November 2005, 02:54 PM
Berukt was walking to a maintenance room to get his droid repaired. He had walked by the gym, and started to think uhh where is the maintenece room so he walked a little farther. Till he came to a room, that apparently said maintenance. The little droid just kept beeping and hooting all his way there. Right before he went he looked at the droid and said "shut- up, just let me do the talking and i will get you a new paint job and your circuits checked out". He opened the door and there stood a female bothan wrestling with a protocol droid. Berukt walked over and pulled it off of her. She smiled and said "thankyou". She then said "aren't you that pilot umm umm Berukt"

"Yes yes I am and you are"

"Arist Ak' ag droid specialist of this here ship " She smiled and fluttered her eyelashes in a suggestive manner.

"Well I was wondering you see if uhh umm uhh oh yea if you could check my droids circuits and give him a new paint job"?

She replied nicely"uhh sure what colors do you want"?

"Be creative".

"Ok"

" I'll be back to pick it up later to day if possible"?

"Sure". Berukt turned and left while tripping over his own feet.
While he was walking down the hall he was thinking man she was cute.

coldskier0320
18 November 2005, 11:22 AM
Terent ducks back around the corner, apparently unseen, then, in hushed tones, brings Zarya up to speed, "There's a whole mess of people in the hall, looks like 5 bandits, six hostages. Not sure what they'll so if we open fire, but I don't think sitting here idly will help."

In spite of the seriousness of the situation, Zarya can't keep her mouth from quirking in a quick smile when Terent refers to the intruders as "bandits." "Are there any bandits we can take out without too much risk to our people? Stun might be best--and there'd be subjects for Intel to question." The girl seems to have steadied, now that she has some idea of what's happening.

"There are two between us and the hostages we can probably deal with without too much trouble. As for stun, go for it. Though this thing doesn't talk nice.", he motions dubiously toward his own weapon.

"Though the General doesn't seem the type to lament dead enemies. Hopefully the hostages have the good sense to hit the deck once the Show starts. Also, the hostages could easily run back past us to safety if we take out those two, that's something to consider."

"Yeah," Zarya nods as she resets her blaster to stun. "Are the dirtbags looking--", Zarya is cut off by the saboteurs' exclamations.


"HEY! there's someone down there, looks like a durosian."
"Sithspawn, kill the basterd, we don't need any more prisoners and even fewer witnesses."

"Oh no!", she exclaims.

Hearing the man speak, Terent gives Zarya one last look, trying to burn the image into his memory, then gives her a wry grin, and pushes himself across to the other side of the hallway. There is a moment of silence, then Terent aims his pistol and fires, with a roar that sets his ears ringing.

Zarya Zeelas has no time --right now, anyways--to wonder at her partner's intense look, as she aims for the other man, only a fraction slower than Terent.

((OOC:

Init:
Terent: 17 (roll) + 3 (Dex) = 20
Zarya: 13 (roll) + 3 (Dex) = 16

Attacks & Damage
Terent: 11 (roll) + 6 (mod) = 17; Damage: 20
Zarya: 16 (roll) + 4 = 20; Stun attack.))

Drendar Morevo
18 November 2005, 01:51 PM
Targets are caught flat footed.

Slicer Rolls against stun... Failed.

Demolitions is HIT 33-20=13

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Slicers's eyes roll into the back of his head and he topples to the ground stunned.

Demolitions turns and opens fire as terent's blaster fire sizzles past.

The hostages hit the deck.

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Shoots at terrent
Attack Roll 10 + 7 BAB + 1 = 18
Damage roll 4d6 = 22

Vanger Chevane
18 November 2005, 03:43 PM
Having slept in as an aftereffect of the Big Party the night before, Vooko wakes to the loud squalling of his R2.

Shouting "Blazing Suns, what's wrong with you!" as he blinks the sleep from his eyes and attempts to focus on the blur Smoothie is projecting on the desk holoplate, and tries to supress the spooked feeling which had almost woken him up before Smoothie screamed at him.

Floating in the dark room is a slice of map ranging from Pilot's Quarters to the Gym, and Message from Zarya Zeelas via R2-J8/N: Blasterfire near gym, source/hostiles unknown.

"Son of the Sith!" Vooko squirms into a nearby shipsuit, grabs and buckles on his blaster while Smoothie jams boots onto his feet. "Wake up the other droids, have em pass the word, see if we can get help."

Scooting throught the half-open hatchway and down the hall, he hears the dull thuds of blasterfire in the distance. Thumbing his comlink over the the Security Channel as he skids to a stop in front of a Damage Control Locker and pops it open, "Report of shots fired near gym, confirm more fire as of now."

Clipping the comlink to his collar he quickly scans the contents. Pulling out a Fusion Cutter and his multitool, he checks it's fully charged, then quickly disconnects the Focusing Tip Not really a flamer, but a decent deterrent. stuffing the tip into a thigh pocket he nabs an Extinguisher Canister and with the locker door still swinging, pounds down the hall towards where he knows his sister would be at least investigating, if not eyeballs-deep in the lightfight.

LordSei
20 November 2005, 11:55 AM
"HEY! there's someone down there, looks like a durosian."
"Sithspawn, kill the basterd, we don't need any more prisoners and even fewer witnesses."
Oh **** Hearing this sei draws his vibro-dagger, then sees what seems to be a crazed Duros run out into the hallway and yell to his droid.
Then sei yells "What's going on ?!!" And runs toward the Duros.
OOC:sorry about the wait
Init: 18+3=21

Ris
21 November 2005, 01:57 PM
Zarya watches Slicer fall as the round stun-"beams" hit him, then she ducks back, her back flat against the wall. Where's Vook? she wonders.

Drendar Morevo
21 November 2005, 07:05 PM
"Gah, guns, open fire, blades, looks like someone wants to play hand to hand with you" and he motions at Sei.

Guns, not being as smart as could be walks into the cross walkway, crix, you have a target FOF. Guns opens fire on Dees.

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Init = 22
Attk = 19
Dmg = 15
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Leader turns back just in time to see the hostages drop and slicer fall with them, Demolitions is a decent fighter, but not him by any means. he aims for the two at the end of the hall.

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Init = 24
Attk = 21
Dmg = 22
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Blades smiles wickedly, draws a pair of vibrodaggers, both wielded upside down, and charges Sei.

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Init = 18
Attk = 20
Dmg = 9
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Meanwhile the obvious has happened, blaster-fire in the hall has alerted shipwide emergency controll.
All pilots are Awakened by the blearing noise, security has been alerted, but you pilots are closer, and as stereotypes depict, Glory Hogs. HAVE FUN.

Mack Jace
23 November 2005, 02:14 AM
Morec Jumps out of bed as the alarm goes off. Grabbing his flightsuit, he tells Spanner to see what's going on. As Spanner gives him the news, Morec grabs his blaster and holster and straps both on. Saboteurs, on the ship? How'd they get in here? Looks like I've got a fight to help end. Dashing down the hallway, he reaches the gym area in a few minutes, then slows down and draws his blaster. Peeking around the corner, he sees Terent and Zarya across the hall, switches to stun, takes aim at whoever is closest, and fires.

OOC:
Init: Roll 15 +2= 17
Attack: Roll 20 + 7=27 (Stun Attack) on Demolitions

Ris
23 November 2005, 06:47 AM
Leader turns back just in time to see the hostages drop and slicer fall with them, Demolitions is a decent fighter, but not him by any means. he aims for the two at the end of the hall.

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Init = 24
Attk = 21
Dmg = 22
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Drendar, I know you comfirmed to me via IM that Leader was aiming for Zarya & Terent. Which one specifically? Zarya's Defense = 16, so if she was the target, she may have been hit--depending on what cover (or bonuses to Def) you choose to give her because she was slipping back around the corner, and pressing herself against the wall after firing.

To keep things moving, If Zarya was hit:
VP= 21-22=0VP, & WP=10-1=9WP, with a Fort Save required to stay conscious (DC=5+1WP)=6
Fort=16+3(+3 class, 0 CON)=19>6, conscious
Fatigued: STR=9-2=7 (-2 penalty) & Dex=16-2=14 (+2 bonus)

Initiative if she was hit=10(roll)+2(DEX)=12
Initiative if she wasn't hit=10+3=13

Once Drendar gives me an answer, I'll write an IC post including attack

Note: Zarya's stats are post#208, pg. 14 of the OOC. I'll add char stat links to my profile later)

LordSei
23 November 2005, 07:40 AM
Sei sees Blades charge at him but doesn't have time to get out of the way. And takes a small hit in the side.

VP 19-9=10
Sei then reataliates stapping at blades with his vibro-dagger.

Attack: 15+3=18
damage:6

Drendar Morevo
23 November 2005, 10:34 AM
Originally posted by Ris
Drendar, I know you comfirmed to me via IM that Leader was aiming for Zarya & Terent. Which one specifically? Zarya's Defense = 16, so if she was the target, she may have been hit--depending on what cover (or bonuses to Def) you choose to give her because she was slipping back around the corner, and pressing herself against the wall after firing.

Zarya was hit. Right Arm Shoulder was hit as you rounded the corner.

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Demolitions is hit, attempting save... Failed.

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Watching as Demolitions slumps to the floor stunned. leader does nothing but swear. They are now outnumbered 2 to 1.
"DAMN, Boys, Plan B."

Guns falls back into the main hall, Blades swears and refuses, obviously he has no desire to leave his quarry.

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Leader Makes a grapple attack against a hostage.
16+3=19 hit (grab)

Blades strikes back out at Sei
Attk = 23
Dmg = 10

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Leader hold his blaster to the head of the hostage in front of him.
"Fire, and this one dies."

Ris
23 November 2005, 04:38 PM
Zarya cries out in pain as she rounds the corner, and almost slumps back against the wall, her right shoulder on fire. The pilot gasps as the wounded arm contacts teh bulkhead. She doesn't drop her weapon, but ony because she was hit in the off arm, which was only steadying the blaster.
Where's Security? Where's--Vooko! she wonders--as her twin darts past.
Vooko had heard the anger underneath the pain in his twin's cries, and they just spured him on. He sprayed the extinguisher, making an obscuring fog between the saboteurs and him,Zarya, & Six Indayce. Zarya, in spite of the pain, kept her weapon ready, to back up her brother if need be.
Meanwhile, jus taround the corner, her infuriated twin aimed the cutter at the ceiling ahead. Someone yelled a curse at being burnt, his voice crescendoing perfectly. Zarya heard what sounded like the roar of an unfocused fusion cutter and the howled obscenity. She was confused momentarily. Then the fire-alert klaxons went off immediately after the roar, & the foam gushed from the almost totally-ignored sprayers, and flowed over the deck, tendrils snaking around the corner.
Zarya grinned, realizing what her brother must have done; then grimaced, catching a whiff of scorched flesh and cloth.

LordSei
23 November 2005, 05:00 PM
Blades takes another slash at Sei this time hes a little more succesful.
whats with this bastard

He sprayed the extinguisher, making an obscuring fog between the saboteurs and him,Zarya, & Six Indayce.
Seeing the fire extinguisher create a cloud over the pilots at the end of the hall (and presumably the leader) Sei counter attacks blades.

Attack:12+3=15
Damage: 6

Drendar Morevo
23 November 2005, 06:50 PM
As the foam sprays all over the hall, combined with the gaseous cloud of Carbon Diox, leader feels a sudden burn across the top of his head.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

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Leader makes saving throws
Reflex save against sliping on the ground
4+4=8 Failed
Fortitude save against writhing in pain on floor
6+2=8 Failed

Guns makes saving throw against slipping on foam (he is out of range of the flame)
15+3=18 Saved.

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The foam not only causes him to lose his footing and hold on the hostage, but the flame burns his scalp mightily until all the hair is burnt from his head, he sits there writhing in pain on the floor.

The hostages arent idiots, they now see a way out, through terrent, zarya, and vooko. They start crawling, remembering there is still one whacko wielding a gun while another is slashing away at another of their rescuers.

Blades grimaces as that last slash got deathly close. (3vp remaining).

The terrorists are now outnumbered by more than 3 to 1.

Ris
24 November 2005, 05:19 AM
The hostages arent idiots, they now see a way out, through terrent, zarya, and vooko. They start crawling, remembering there is still one whacko wielding a gun while another is slashing away at another of their rescuers.

Once the first of the hostages makes it through the CO2 cloud, so Zarya can tell it's one of the Pride's people, the pilot begins herding them further back, making sure they are okay.
By now her shoulder is really starting to hurt, but, unlike the idiot around the corner, she is quiet, except for telling Six, "Cover us, Terent." She offers her sidearm to the fittest-lloking of the hostages. "Help him--but don't break it--or hit my bro!"

(ooc: Zarya's weapon is personalized, so use the standard DL-12 stats, if it's fired, not the ones with her stats. Stun DC stays 18)

Drendar Morevo
28 November 2005, 07:01 AM
As this woman shoves a blaster into his hands he at first does nothing more than stare... Then snaps to attention, basic weapons training wasn't all that long ago after all.

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Fires at Guns
Attk
15+2(BAB)-2(Cover)=15
Miss
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Maybe it was a little too Long Ago.

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Guns Returns fire at the unknown foe.

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Attk
18+4-2=20
hit
Dmg
16+1=17
Hostage #2 20vp-17vp=3vp
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Blades Slashes again at his foe

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Attk
21
Dmg
3
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LordSei
28 November 2005, 02:17 PM
Sei takes another hit from Blades except this time it hits home. This wasn’t in the job description.



VP 0 WP 14-3=11
Fortitude save to stay conscious DC8
13+5=18>8
Atk: 3+7=10 miss!

Norseman
29 November 2005, 10:19 AM
Crix watched in stunned fascination as his companions (not that he was aware of whom precisely caused things) managed to pull off an impressive distraction to begin the rescue attempt.
The young pilot decided that now was the time to do his part. Drawing a bead on Guns, Crix fired a single shot into the infiltrator at the best angle to him.

(OOC:

RBAB +7 + Roll 13= 20. Probably a hit!
Damage= 4+2+5= 11)

Ris
30 November 2005, 10:58 PM
The man looks a bit awkward as he takes & fires her blaster & the pilot regrets giving it to him for a moment--but he can't be much worse at it than she would be right now. She wonders, again, where Security is. Did they all need caf or a fresher at the same time?!
As the bolt barely misses the ex-hostage, Zarya thinks, O Sith! This needs to end before Vook or someone gets worse than a scorched shoulder! She yells, "Security--finally! And judging from all that nerf-bleating, you've already got problems nastier than a few more blasters. Give up & we'll change that baby's diaper!"
(OOC: untrained Bluff or Intimidate--your choice, Drendar: 20 Roll + 2 CHA = 22. And I think a +2 circumstance bonus might be in order.)

Drendar Morevo
1 December 2005, 04:21 AM
(aye, a circumstance bonus is warranted... and your check succedes)

After being shot at and told that a full team of security guards were in the hall, guns felt that now was the time to surrender, but they would never have him. Gnashing his teeth together, ripping open a small pocket in his cheek, he releases a biotoxin into his body... he falls dead instantaneously. Blades also knows the end is near... and does the same.

Leader is incapacitated, slicer is stunned, as is demolitions.

End hostilities.

Ris
1 December 2005, 10:08 AM
With the foam--and saboteurs--settled to the deck, Zarya moves in & takes stock of the situation, noting that Vooko seems fine but Sei is bleeding. With the no-nonsense efficiency she'd learned from Lady Zeria and The Moms, the redhead starts directing people. First, she pulls out her comlink. "Security, it's safe to join us now...Medical team to the gym, we have casualties, including bleeding & stuns." Wincing at the pain in her arm as she moves it, Zarya Zeelas tells the others, "Let's get these lowlifes secured. Even the stunned ones, or we'll have it to do all over again if a Sleeping Ugly wakes up." Trusting Vooko to handle the man with the badly blistered scalp, the young woman cautiously--in case he's faking--bends over Guns, to take his weapon. Zarya gasps, then comms Sickbay again. "Medical, emergency--someone's not breathing!"

Drendar Morevo
1 December 2005, 07:36 PM
Four Armed troopers in garb matching that of New Republic Military Security rush down the hall and take count of all the prisoners, the medics come rushing after them looking over the bodies (and heavily tranking the infiltrators bodies) they reach Guns... looking over his body they find no external means of death, upon inspecting his mouth they find he has torn the inside of his cheek, upon further inspection they find that the same has happened to Blades. They make their way to the three tranked infiltrators and find unshredded cheeks. A bit of time with a laser scalpel will prevent them from joining their compatriots. One of the medics, a dashing male from Tralus decides that perhaps allied wounded need a hand... He walks toward zarya and speaks.

"That looks bad, better let me tend to the wound."

She replies distracted, "What? Oh, yeah..." Zarya tears her attention away from the 2 dead terrorists, and turns to look at the medic who'd addressed her.

"Ouch, there looks like there is some burnt shirt in there, better get that out, don't look." He says as he picks a nasty looking chunk of shirt out of her arm.

Zarya turns slightly green. "Ow! You're not gonna admit me or anything?" she asks worriedly, then as she notices the reassuring smile on his face, decids that might not be so unpleasant a prospect.

He finishes picking out bits and asks "No, not necessarily, so what happened here?"

"Just a lightfight with a bunch of stupid goons." One of them got me--didn't duck fast enough."

"Well your lucky it caught you in your shoulder, could've been alot worse, and that would've been quite the shame" he quickly flashes his best smile as he applies a bacta patch to her shoulder. "Ok, can you walk, or shall I carry you to the Med Bay? looks like you need a little work, the MD droids and myself should be able to patch you up like nothing else."

Meanwhile...
Another of the medics, this one a young woman from Talus.
"Well, you're bleeding arent you?" She notes the obvious gash on his side. "Well you better let me look at that." Taking care not to open the wound further she takes a look... it isn't pretty, she applies a medpack to seal the wound for the time being, it is by no means healed. "Oh well better get you to the med bay." She calls two orderlies over with a repulsor stretcher, they load him up on it and cart him off, the Doctor following closely behind, she seems just about smitten with the soung male pilot.

Vanger Chevane
2 December 2005, 02:37 PM
As the Security team takes over, Vooko takes a deep breath and unwinds his snarl to something less threatening.

Safing the still-smoking cutter, he turns to see Six still watching the people who'd tried to vape him. Reports for this mess are gonna be a pain. And I'll likely wind up in the XO's Office for a chewing-out for making a mess too.

Walking up aside him, "You good, and what's with Doctor Calrissian there?"

Drendar Morevo
2 December 2005, 09:04 PM
Originally posted by Vanger Chevane
I'll likely wind up in the XO's Office for a chewing-out for making a mess too.

OOC: Umm, aren't YOU XO?

Oh wait, you mean the SHIPS XO, not the squadron one... foolish me.

Rostek
3 December 2005, 01:53 PM
Calo was in his office when he heard the alarm go off.
The CO put a call into ship security and to the CIC almost immidietely.

"This is Captain Stennic- seal off the Sections 147 through 149- yes, the gym, that's right. You've got the alert, I presume?" he said. The startled duty officer replied in the positive, then inquired as to why a fighter officer was calling his station.

"Because I've got half a dozen pilots in those sections right now, that's why. Where's security?"

"What do you mean they're responding as fast as they can? There is supposed to be a damned company's worth of security on this ship on duty at any given time!

"So you only have one squad on this time of day in this party of the ship? No wonder they choose to stage their attack now.

"A minute... hell. If I know my boys at all, things will hit the ventilator sooner'n that.

"They're fighter pilots, that's how I know they'll try something- the same lack of common sense that gets them to strap themselves into a lightly armored bucket of fuel and explosives every day also tends to make them do stupid stuff elsewhere too!" Calo replied finally, slamming the comm back into it's cradle.
He checked his chrono- it was too late by now...
"Security desk- this is Captain Stennic: Status report on the situation in the gym." Calo sighed at the response.

"Hell... I figured as much, thanks. Any casualties?

"Bad guys are down... a few injured, none serious for us? Great... I'm headed to the med bay, then- I'll be waiting for them there." Calo replied, grabbing his stuff from the desk drawer and rushing to the assigned med bay.

Ris
3 December 2005, 06:49 PM
(outside the gym)

"Well your lucky it caught you in your shoulder, could've been alot worse, and that would've been quite the shame" he quickly flashes his best smile as he applies a bacta patch to her shoulder. Zarya, although her complexion is still greenish, smiles back at the suave doc. "Yes, it would--hurts bad enough as is." That should be enough of a hint that she could use some painkiller and if he felt more treatment was in order, he should send her to the medbay where she could at least lie down. Zarya winced as he placed the patch, even though his hands were gentle.

"Ok, can you walk, or shall I carry you to the Med Bay? looks like you need a little work, the MD droids and myself should be able to patch you up like nothing else." Zarya saw right through the cute surgeon. My, he couldn't make his intentions much clearer if he'd asked for a date here & now. But she would let him treat her. Since the wound really did need a more thorough cleaning, Zarya saw no reason not to make the best of what would surely be an unpleasant procedure. And being patched up by a handsome medic with a delicate touch and winning smile, to keep her mind off her shoulder, sounded pretty good. Lady Zeria had assured her long ago that enjoying being flattered and flirted with was perfectly normal & in no way obligated the lady to make his dreams in regards to her come true.
However, being carried by the doc was just too much. "Thanks, Dr., but I think I can walk alright. Let me check in with my flight lead first." She walked to her twin and Six. "You 2 okay? You were great! Look, I'm ok, it's just the doc wants to finish fixing me up in Medbay, and I'd like someone to make sure I get back to my quarters ok if they give me any pain meds. Vook, I know they'll have you writing reports on the reports about this mess...but maybe Terent?" She looks at the other pilot hopefully.
[response(s)]
Before reporting to Medbay, she leaves her holster & sidearm with Vooko, since she can't wear the shoulder holster.
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(Medbay)
A few minutes later Zarya was lying on an exam table, her torso bare under the sheet. The only relatively painless way to get the shirt off had been to cut it off. The medic, whose name was Solem Traal, not Calrissian, had given her a strong analgesic shot that left her feeling comfortably buzzed. As he cleaned and then treated the blaster wound, Dr. Traal's handsome features were intent on his work, but he still managed a few gallant remarks for his patient. "Hold still just a little longer, there's a good girl. Just need to bandage it. As promised--a beautiful repair for a beautiful lady. It'll be all healed up before you need to fly, I'm sure. I do need you to stop by for a quick check tomorrow--I'll be on duty this same shift. A nurse will help you dress, and fix you up with a sling when you're ready to go. Don't forget the pain meds--you can take one in another 3 hours."

OOC: I think I left plenty of room for Terent, Vooko (if one or both came with her) &/or Calo to talk with Zarya.

Drendar Morevo
3 December 2005, 08:38 PM
General Morevo came to the scene of the recent incident, flanked by two security officers and a woman in what looks like a NRI Officers uniform.

General Morevo Muttered under his breath. "This isn't going to look good on my report to fleet command."

"Worry not general, you won't look bad, aparently this has happened to all ships in this sector. We're just lucky they didn't happen to take you hostage, the commanding officer of a Carrack Cruiser was taken, shot and killed." The woman replied, almost sterile in her tones.

"Thanks, but I can do without that. I just want to know who they are and how they got on my ship."

"Do not concern yourself, I'll be enacting a nice long interrogation on each of the three captured intruders. You shall have your answers."

Vanger Chevane
3 December 2005, 10:00 PM
"Thanks, Dr., but I think I can walk alright. Let me check in with my flight lead first." She walked to her twin and Six. "You 2 okay? You were great! Look, I'm ok, it's just the doc wants to finish fixing me up in Medbay, and I'd like someone to make sure I get back to my quarters ok if they give me any pain meds. Vook, I know they'll have you writing reports on the reports about this mess...but maybe Terent?" She looks at the other pilot hopefully.
His mouth grim, fire still flickering in his brown eyes, clearly disgusted with the unprofessional attitude of "Doctor Calrissian", Vooko responds

"Reports can wait, my people need taken care of now." Catching Six gingerly rolling his shoulder out of the corner of his eye, he responded with grim & matter-of-fact instructions "Six, go with her, get that looked at while you're there. I'll stay with Sei and meet you there." Clearly implying to Terent he needed to keep an eye on both Zarya and the medic, and they were to wait there until he said otherwise. Or was countermanded by a Superior.

Rule Number One: always take good care of your team, they'll take care of you, especially when it counts. Calo, Ash, and The General probly know this well, or they wouldn'tve survived this long. They don't like me doing the Right Thing, I'll suck it up.

Idiots are easily replaceable, these guys aren't and are worth fighting for.

Moving over to wher the other MedTech was working over Sei in more ways than one...heard better lines on Star Street. Nodding to Sei & checking his wounds with his own trained eye (+7 Treat Injury) "How is it?"

coldskier0320
5 December 2005, 04:37 PM
When the fighting was over, Terent was one of the first to rush over to a fallen bandit and shake him asking, "Why are you here?!"

Noting the blank expression of death across the man's face, he throws him back to the deck with a surprising amount of force, "Dammit! A lullaby!"

At an inquisitive glance from Zarya, he explained, "You know, like a death pill. Quick, painless, cowardly. Caught a Rebel spy once on the Stigma. Rebel coward, he-"

And abruptly he caught himself, flushing slightly. Though he felt very stupid, it had been less than three months ago that he'd defected. After 8 years of Imperial service, it would be a tough habit to break.

As security arrived on the scene, Terent found himself shuffled away from the action. Eventually, his adrenaline wore off, and the pain he'd inflicted on his shoulder made itself known. As he massaged the tender shoulder, he scanned the crowd, looking for Zarya.

Terent saw what was going on between Zarya and the Medman, and even though he knew it shouldn't have mattered, he didn't like it. Still, he wasn't Zarya's significant other, so he felt he had no place interposing without reason. Then he heard,


"Six, go with her, get that looked at while you're there. I'll stay with Sei and meet you there."

Six forgot all about his shoulder for a moment. It was exactly the opening he'd hoped for, but from precisely the last person he'd have expected. Still, the pilot didn't miss a beat.

"Uhh, yeah sure.", he answers Vooko distractedly, heading over toward Zarya and the doctor. Arriving, he gives Zarya a slight smile and asks, "You, uh, you need a hand getting down to sickbay? A lift even? You're not nearly heavy as Jane, lemme tell ya, when her drive wheels went on the fritz she was a real pain."

After an affirmative from the young lady, Terent picks her up and carries her in his arms down toward the medbay. He could almost hear the doc thinking, It's an ARM wound!. Though, as he passed Sei, who was being treated himself, Terent couldn't resist just one extra glance at the buxom medtech treating him, hoping Zarya didn't notice.

Damn! He doesn't have it so bad...

Then again, he thinks, smiling down at Zarya, cradled in his arms, neither do I...

Arriving at the medbay, he'd managed to stick fairly close to Zarya. In fact, the only time she'd left his sight was to get undressed for the exam itself. Sitting a few feet form the bad while the doctor tried to hit on Zarya made the Corellian wish he could put the doctor in a cast of his own, though at the same time, he wasn't sure just why he was being so protective of Zarya, who he'd known for a fairly short time.


"Hold still just a little longer, there's a good girl. Just need to bandage it. As promised--a beautiful repair for a beautiful lady. It'll be all healed up before you need to fly, I'm sure. I do need you stop by for a quick check tomorrow--I'll be on duty this same shift. A nurse will help you dress, and fix you up with a sling when you're ready to go. Don't forget the pain meds--you can take one in another 3 hours."

Rolling his eyes in exasperation, Terent stifled the urge to tell the doctor where he could put his pain meds. The doctor then stands to leave the room, pausing for a moment to give Terent the hint that they both should leave. After an extended awkward silence, Terent let a faint edge creep into his voice,

"Yeah, uh, thanks, Doc. I'll make sure she, uh, takes her meds. We'll be seeing you later, I'm sure. Goodbye."

The instant the door closes, Terent exclaims, "Sheesh! Did you see the way he was drooling over you! Make me wanna zeroize his rotors! Guys these days... What?!"

He says this last, noticing the amused gaze Zarya is giving him...

LordSei
6 December 2005, 12:53 PM
Meanwhile...
Another of the medics, this one a young woman from Talus.
"Well, you're bleeding arent you?" She notes the obvious gash on his side. "Well you better let me look at that." Taking care not to open the wound further she takes a look... it isn't pretty, she applies a medpack to seal the wound for the time being, it is by no means healed. "Oh well better get you to the med bay." She calls two orderlies over with a repulsor stretcher, they load him up on it and cart him off, the Doctor following closely behind, she seems just about smitten with the soung male pilot.
He just smiles as the medic works on him. THen as she calls the orderlies over to get the stretcher he says "i dont think i really need a stretcher, the med bay isnt that far."


Moving over to wher the other MedTech was working over Sei in more ways than one...heard better lines on Star Street. Nodding to Sei & checking his wounds with his own trained eye (+7 Treat Injury) "How is it?"
"Nothing to bad." Sei acknowledges as Vooko walks over, he really hadn't had much communication with the XO, so he figured it'd be a good time to learn a little about him.

Vanger Chevane
6 December 2005, 01:40 PM
Originally posted by LordSei
"Nothing to bad." Sei acknowledges as Vooko walks over, he really hadn't had much communication with the XO, so he figured it'd be a good time to learn a little about him.
"Good to know. Get to Medbay, ought to be good to fly tomorrow or the next day.

I came in at the end of everything, Intel will want reports with as much detail as you can possibly remember, if and when you've the time. Need anything, or have problems, let me know."

Since Sei seems to be enjoying the Medic's extra attentions, he gives Sei a meaningful nod from one warrior to another. "I'll be in Medbay for a while myself, see how the others are doing.

Good work, we can look into awards and such once the reports are in & shredded through the Intel Mill."

Leaving Sei with the medic still fawning over him, he heads down the corridors to medbay. Only paying half-attention to navigating & his surroundings, he tries to organize his experience, and the details of the aftermath & his people into a datapad.

Drendar Morevo
6 December 2005, 06:15 PM
(Yeah I'm RPing Calo... necessity)


After an affirmative from the young lady, Terent picks her up and carries her in his arms down toward the

medbay.
Zarya was surprised that Terent was serious about carrying her, but decides to enjoy the ride. She relaxed in his

aarms, leaning her head against his smooth cheek.
During the treatment, she found herself looking towards the other pilot most of the time, in spite of the medic's

banter. At first it was just because she didn't want to chance seeing any part of the wound. Then, she found

herself studying the man. His expression seemed intent, protective almost. It's sweet. I like having him here.

But does he really care that much, or is it just the drugs making me fantasize?

The instant the door closes, Terent exclaims, "Sheesh! Did you see the way he was drooling over you! Make me

wanna zeroize his rotors! Guys these days... What?!" He says this last, noticing the amused gaze Zarya is giving

him...

Zarya didn't think it was that bad, & almost asked if he'd object to having a busty nurse take care of

him, but stopped herself. Terent's outrage reminded her a bit too much of the way her brother or Kelvin would react

when someone treated her "ungentlemanly" for her to want to snap at him. She smiled, turning onto her side &

propping herself up on her left arm. "Just I, I'm glad you stayed with me. Think I wanna go to quarters now.

Please."

Her voice is very slightly slurred. As she shifts a little more, the sheet barely stays in place. "Oh! Guess I

better get dressed, huh? Can you find me a robe, Six?"

Abruptly realizing that Zarya is less-than-clothed, Terent stammers, "Uh...yeah sure." And tosses Zarya a robe from

a locker in the room. A few awkward seconds later, he says, "Oh!", and hurries out of the room.

Calo arrives in the MedBay looking over the wounded, and those two dead bodies.

coming out of the treatment room, now dressed, Zarya sees Calo Stennic. "Hello, Sir...Yes, I'm fine Captain. Not

even certed Unfit to Fly," she grins.

"Ok, right, Lieutennant indayce, help Lieutennant Zeelas back to her quarters. I'll want reports of this incident,

not for me, but so I can get those intel worms off my back. But for now, just try to get some rest... both of you."

"Understood", Terent nods, putting an arm around Zarya's waist. Beginning to steer the two of them toward their

quarters, Terent makes the time to stare a vibrodagger at the doc on the pair's way out.

Zarya leans against her friend, happy to be with someone who cares that much about her. On the way back, she asks

Terent to stay with her awhile. "Just hang out, you know? Or are you up to playing for me?" she asks.

"Yeah sure", he smiles down at the girl, "We'll get you all settled in and comfortable, then I'll run over to my

room and get my 'caster."

Zarya, sitting on her bed, looked up at her friend with an almost-dazed expression. "After that skiff crash I was

in, they gave me some strong meds for pain, but i didn't ever feel this woozy. Maybe he gave me the wrong thing?"

As Terrent leaves to go get his instrument...
_MedBay_
The medtech noting that his compatriot had just arrived in the medbay with the other wounded pilot figured Oh

well, looks like everything is under controll here, Better 'check up' on my most recent patient. hope her

hairbrained ex-imp friend isn't there.He made his way down the hall towards the room and noted as the very

sedated Lieutennant Zeelas shuffled into her room (He doesn't realize Terrent is already in the room helping her

in.)He arrives at the door, using his clearance as part of the medical crew to open the door without necessary

command from the owner of the room. He Enters and notices the near sleeping pilot resting on her bed and thought

Perfect, absolutely perfect, and that Pilot Shutta isn't even around
As he moves to go towards her he mutters under his breath, "Time for a house call." As he leans over her her eyes

pop open, shes not as 'out' as he thought."Oh sithspit."

"Terent?..." she mumbles sleepily--but something tells her it's not. "Who are--NO!"

Zarya awkwardly tries to shove him away, but only succeds in wrenching her shoulder. "Terent!" she yells, as she

brings her legs up into his midsection.

He is knocked backwards and falls over Zaryas R3 (almost as if the little droid knew what was going on) who was

sitting a foot behind him. His body smashes into the wall and makes an impact sound large enough that the whole

block of rooms would hear. Just when he thought his little plan couldn't go anyworse... R3 whipped out his taser.
*SCHZZZZZZZRRRRR*
He let out a yelp of intense pain "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"
He makes a move to stand up and kicks as hard as he can against the small droid, snapping the taser in two.

Terent was nearly to Zarya's door when he hears the scream. Knowing instantly that something was very wrong, he

forgets his 'caster, dropping it in the middle of the corridor, and runs to her room.

Opening the door, he quickly surmises what is going on. Taking two quick steps into the room, he grabs himself a

fistful of white labcoat, and lashes out with a powerful right, aimed somewhere between the doc's lips and eyes...

Attempting to salvage his strength he lashes back out at terrent... to hit nothing as he swings wide.

juking around the scumbag's ill-aimed jab, Terent hauls the guy around by the iron grip he still maintained on the

doc's collar, before putting his weight behind another right that had such force that it knocked the medtech's

flimsy body right out of his grip, sending him sprawling.

The doctor, now totally conked stumbled backwards... and over R3 again onto the floor. And with that he was off to

La-La land.

Not noticing...or not caring, that the medtech was now pondering the cosmos, Terent descended on the unconscious

medic, giving him several more teeth-rocking punches, before he finally realized he was doing little more to stop

him.

Ironically a security officer arrive not a moment later. "I thought I heard a disturbance... oh, I see everything

seems to be finished. Um what happened here?"

Standing up from the medic's body, Terent collected his thoughts, "Uh, well", he stammers, wiping some blood off his

hands onto his pants, "This cretin here was attempting some unseemly behavior toward Lt. Zeelas here, and, as the

closest able-bodied individual, I felt it was up to me to help out."

"I--I think he drugged me. In Medbay..." Zarya tells the Security man. The attempted assault has woken the woman

up a little. While her voice is still slurred she doesn't look nearly as spaced-out.

"Ah well, we shall be sure to question him... when he wakes up."

Casting a concerned look toward Zarya, Terent responds to the security man, "Long as you take him to the brig, yeah,

get him out of here."

"Too...out of it...to tear him up...myself," she added with a smile at Terent.

"I'd like to stay with the lady." He said and continued "Yeah, I figured, Z", Terent answers her with a smile, "It's

probably lucky for him that I got to him first."

"well if you dont mind Lt. Zeelas... I'll be going. Just report it in the morning, he shall be waiting, I'm sure."

He leans over and hauls the man up by the shoulders drags him out of the room, picks him up and Hauls him off

"Please stay, Terent," she asks. "You and Vooko were right, thank you." she starts to hold out her arms, then

catches sight of Smartie. "He's hurt my droid, that sithspawn!"

As the door swishes shut, Terent leans over to hug Zarya gingerly: he didnt want to aggrivate her wound, she

seems so small. Then Terent hears her exclamation, and kneels near the droid to inspect the little guy...
Smartie Rolled his Domed head around and bleeped a short but harsh tone to communicate "That fool scratched my paint

too!" Terent shakes his head in amusment, "Just like Jane...must be a production line defect, that attitude."This

time a harsh tone "Hey I resent that fleshbag!" Touching his comlink, he summons Jane from down the hall, to get her

chassis up to Zarya's room.

Zarya joins them awkwardly on the floor. "It's okay, we'll get you fixed up. Want to go see the techs, swwetie?" A

softer tone this time"No, I want to stay with you Mistress Zarya."

She smiles at the droid fondly. "Would you believe, Terent, Vook keeps telling me R3's are surly." The little pilot

smiles tenderly at her droid, "You realy lived up to your name, S'mertay."Zarya then looks at Indayce. "Vook's

gonna go ballistic when he hears about this..."

Terent nodded ruefully, adding, "He'll be relieved though, I'm sure. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, thanks to you. Will you really stay with me? I really don't want to be alone now." She gets back

on her bunk & pats the matress beside her.

"Certainly, after all I was planning on...", remembering his 'caster again, finally, he holds up a finger and darts

out the door, returning a few moments later with his 'caster case.

Vooko, investigating something in the hall at the time hears the comotion, notices its coming from Zarya's room Runs

down and opens the door using her code juts his head in, looks says "Hey Zar..." (gathering it all in quickly) then

an icy "What in the Sith?"

Standing awkwardly for the second time in under five minutes, Terent starts, "Vooko, I can explain. That crummy son

of a sith doctor is headed for the brig, and won't be waking up for a while. He tried to assault your sister."

Terrent hears the anger in Vooko's voice and steps back mentally a bit. Vooko pulls a few medic tools out and goes to his sister and tells terrent "Go on..."

"Well, I...I left for just a second...to get my 'caster. And when I got back, he was here. Looked like a little bit of a struggle was already in progress, and he was kicking the droid. I didn't take time to ask questions."

Terent shakes his head, grinning tiredly, "No thanks necessary, I wish I could have done more...if only I hadn't left...". Shaking his head, Terent returns his gaze to Vooko, "I'm happy to show you i can be trusted."

With a tone that's unthreatening, yet brooks no argument, points terent's hand at the Fresher. "Wash."

Terent looks at his swollen "north" paw, noting the blood, his and otherwise, smeared across the knuckles, then merely nods in slience, and headed for the 'fresher.

Vooko poses a question "Charges?"

Returning fom the fresher, Terent grimaces uneasily, "Ahhh, I think it might be best to leave it up to her.", he finally decides, nodding meaningfully toward Zarya.

Gently taking Terent's hand, applying a little Bacta Salve and wrapping it in a bandage, "Evidence?"

"Friend of mine back...back with...in the Academy, was assaulted. She didn't want anyone knowing about it. It never came to light, though the offender was found unconscoius in many an alley afterward..." "Evidence? Well, other than this hand and the busted droid, I don't know. Maybe the drugs? Witnesses will be more appropriate."

(TI +7, man's competent) Giving terent an evaluating stare. "Good."
(After the evidence statement) "Droid get anything?"

Smartie bleeped "Full Holo". "Huh?", Terent asked the droid, "Whaddaya mean?" This time an Annoyed BLAAAP "Full holographic recording you bum" Raising an eyebrow at the diminutive droid, not at all phased by the outburst, Terent mutters, "You sure my Janie didn't upload some behavioral routines into you?" as he smiles, knowing that with the recording, they'd have all they needed for a conviction.

"Well, you two look fine now, I think I can leave you alone, I will be RIGHT next door" returning to his hard voice "we can deal with Scumbag boy tomorrow"

"Understood", Terent smiles and nods, making a clear move for his caster and slipping into the only remaining seat in the smallish room, on the opposite end of Zarya's bed, several feet from the girl.

Terent smiles at the little little droid, then beams at Vooko, "Short and sassy here, thought enough to get the whole incident on record, holo-style... if the lady wants to go forward with this, I think we'll have all the evidence we need.

"Great. Decide what you want to do, just let me know. I'll back you all the way."..."You staying?"

"I think she wants me to, if that's okay? And I think it would only be proper to let her decide where to go with it, once she's un-grogified, of course."

"Right. Need to go anywhere, let me know. She should be with someone she trusts tonight."

Slightly taken aback by this, Terent nods and says, "Absolutely, I'll stay here. Got running water and soft deckplates, it'll be just like the night I spent in the penthouse suite of the Hotel Coruscant."

Smiling wryly, he gives Vooko a casual salute, then adds, "But without the Kuati show-equines and the police...well...without the equines anyway."

Vooko chuckles. Then his cheer evaporates a fair bit. "I'll be up late, writing up all the reports on today's adventures...but you should relax. See you tomorrow." He stands. Rubbing a hand across Smertay's dome as he passes, Vooko lets himslef out.

Finally relaxing again, for the first time since early this afternoon, Terent slumps in the chair. Grabbing his caster again, he notices Zarya is softly breathing on her bed, sound asleep. Grabbing a few stim-tabs from the 'fresher's med-cabinet, he swallows them, hooks headphones up to his caster, and practices in silence, so as not to wake zarya, keeping an attentive eye onthe girl, till he falls asleep in the chair.

A musical tone sounds at the door, it is none other than Six's droid, Jane. Smartie lets her in and she procedes to fix smartie. Taking a moment from his practicing, Terent smiles and comments softly, "Jane, you ol' softie, didn't know ya had it in ya. But keep it down, she's out like a light."

FADE OUT.

Ris
7 December 2005, 12:18 PM
Zarya almost sobs in relief as she sees her brother enter the room, but gets control of herself as Terent answers his icy query. "Terent got that creep off me--if not, that sithspawn would've--he was trying to..." Zarya's voice, tight with a mix of anger and fear, trails off.

Vooko pulls a few medic tools out and goes to his sister and tells Terent "Go on..."
"I'm okay, Vooko." Right now, almost the last thing Zarya wants is another medical exam--but she knows she can trust her twin totally. She also knows that if she protests, Vooko is likely to have her strapped into a scan-bed, he's that concerned about her condition. So Zarya lays back & lets him check her. Adrenaline has temporarily cleared her mind, so she can think for a few minutes. She offers Vooko her left hand. "Can you get a prick for blood? Want to know--what I was given."
As Vooko looks over Terent's hand, Zarya tries to stay awake longer, to find out if he's okay, but she quickly drifts off again.
*******

Grabbing a few stim-tabs from the 'fresher's med-cabinet, he swallows them, hooks headphones up to his caster, and practices in silence, so as not to wake Zarya, keeping an attentive eye onthe girl, till he falls asleep in the chair.
Zarya wakes to find her friend Six asleep, slumped down in the chair, any farther, and he would have been on the floor. Her head is now a lot clearer, and she thinks about what happened. She slides off the bunk, mindful or her arm which is still sore. Probably damaged worse it fighting that creep. She moves to Terent's side, touches him gently on the shoulder. "You know, there is a second bunk in here--would have been more comfortable." Seeing her S'mertay is now intact, she adds happily, "Oh thank you--or did Vooko fix him?"
After a few moments and some more casual talk, she turns serious. "Terent, I need to talk to you & Vooko--now. I want him--" Her tone is angry and contemptuous & it's clear she means her assailant. "I want him to answer for it all. Going to press charges ASAP!"

Norseman
7 December 2005, 03:07 PM
Crix pushed the elevator doors apart as he watched his squadmates disarm the apparently deceased man Crix had shot. Holstering his pistol, the young pilot allowed one of the medics to give him a cursory once over.
Convinced that he had not been injured in the slightest, the medic naturally ordered Crix to report to sick bay for "more thourough examination".
Typical, really... Crix thought with a sigh, but he followed his associates to the bay as instructed, noting that there was a distinct air of discomfort among them for some reason Crix hadn't apparently noticed eariler. Discounting it as stress from the mission, Crix waited patiently (for him) for the doc to get to him, merely reminding the staff that "nothing was wrong with him" four to six times over the course of three minutes before the doctor examined him and then- blessedly- released him to duty with instructions to report tomarrow afternoon for further examination of an irregularity in his blood pressure.
Gee- I was just involved in a closequarters fire-fight... could that possibly have anything to do with it? he thought angrily, noting an icy stare from one of his fellow lieutenants upon a rather smarmy looking medtech as he left.

Vanger Chevane
8 December 2005, 05:04 PM
In his quarters Vooko relaxes with a cool mix of Lymonade and Whyren's Reserve while he double-checks his reports. His prize flask of the whiskey was running low, he'd need to see about locating a Resupply Point soon.

"...known participants, Lieutenants Indayce, Ralter, Zeelas V., Zeelas Z, and Flight Officer Takaris.

Minor Injuries to Indayce, Takaris, and Zeelas Z, medical profiles appended.

Expeditures: partial charges of Extinguisher Canister and Fusion Cutter, unkown charges from personal blasters, fire foam from shipboard system at area of incident.

Result: Hostile force denied further progress and possession of hostages, three hostiles detained, two hostile corpses and miscellaneous weapons recovered."

Signing the report, he sends it off to Calo and Intel, then writes up his experience with the after-action Zarya & Six, including the raw data from his techscanner on her blood chemistry and what the Toxicology program he'd found in the ship's database had to say about it.

Tucking that datacard into Smoothie, "Pipe that over to Smertay, please."

Sitting back, taking a long pull from the glass and running a hand through his hair, he thinks Maybe tomorrow will be a nice, boring mission...

Drendar Morevo
9 December 2005, 11:43 AM
Early that day General Morevo signed orders that the less than professional Dr. Solem was to be transported back to Coruscant for a Courtmartial, 9 counts on Various Charges, included with the orders were two eyewittness accounts, records of other malpractice and a full Holographic Recording of the event in question. He would be spending a long time on Kessel, or a jail cell somewhere in the core, not even Nawara Ven could defend him, as if he would. If only to add insult to injury a request that he have his medical license revoked was also appended to the File.

Within the day he would be on a shuttle and hundreds of lightyears away from General Morevo's ship on his way to trial.

Ris
10 December 2005, 08:06 PM
(Around noon of the same day, in one of the Pride's observation lounges.)
A solemn young woman stares out one of the viewports at a departing shuttle, until it winks out as it jumps to hyperspace. Zarya Zeelas is alone, except for her faithful R3, standing sentinel to make sure she's left alone, as she wishes. Amongst it's cargo is her assailant, heading for Corescant, to face charges related to his attack on her. Gen. Morevo himself had reminded her of why he could not convene a court-martial on the Pride, & assured her that Solem Traal would answer for his actions.
The short interview with the General had been the easiest part of her morning. As soon as Morevo had signed off on the charges, Zarya had been taken in to have her testimony recorded, recalling both her treatment & the subsequent attack in minute & painful detail.
Then she had been escorted by a female guard to the medical section for a physical. Zarya hadn't wanted to, and in fact, the Security staff made clear to the pilot that she didn't have to undergo another exam. The only reason the girl had agreed was that she didn't want to give Traal's defense team the chance to claim that the only medical evidence had been taken by an officer who was not only strongly biased in favor of the victim but not a medtech or doctor. All Zarya had asked was that Security arrange for her to see one of the 21B's. Maybe it wasn't sensible, but Zarya hadn't wanted anything to do with any of the flesh-&-blood medics. She was wary of the males, wasn't sure how even the females would react to her, & couldn't help but wonder how many of the medical staff were suspicious of the sithscum's conduct, but kept quiet anyways. At least the 21B had also made sure her shoulder was okay.
S'Mertay had found out when Solem Traal was being shipped out, as well as the hangar, & had told her, also passing the info to Jane & Smoothie. Zarya had considered going down to the hangar to see the creep marched aboard, but changed her mind. Instead she had come up here to watch, and to think. Even though Traal hadn't succeded, he'd still stolen--something, Zarya didn't know what to call it, just that it was something precious. Yes, she'd been propositioned rudely by run-or-the-mill jerks while tagging along on Star Street with the rest of The Team, & a couple of her Rancor squadronmates were always pressuring her, telling her what she was missing and that a "real woman" wouldn't refuse them. But no one had ever dared to try & force her. Worse--Zarya knew that if neither S'Mertay nor Terent had been near, she couldn't have held him off any longer. The drug had slowed her reflexes as well as dulled her alertness to completely. And she was trying not to think of the result, if there'd been no help so close...
She raised shaking hands to her face as the tears came. The R3, after making sure the door was locked, glided over, bumping gently at her legs, like a pet canine seeking to comfort it's owner, & whistling softly. Wiping her eyes on her sleeve, Zarya bent over to hug the droid. "You're right, little toughie, this isn't doing me any good--but no more 'Mistress,' not after last night. We're on a first-name basis."
*****
A short while later, Zarya was with Vooko, the other part of her soul, according to Drukenwell tradition. She didn't know if that were really so, but both of them had always been able to find whatever comfort or strength they needed from the other. Her brother could tell she'd been crying, as she softly poured out her heart. He also suspects she hasn't eaten much of anything. "Why'd he hafta do that to me, to anyone? With those looks, he could have all kinds of girls, willingly. Prolly did, too..." She recalls Terent Indayce's arms around her afterwards. "If it had been Terent wanting me, he's wonderful...He was asleep nearby when I woke..." She breaks off, blushing. Zarya had no idea that Vooko not only knew Six had stayed with her, but that he had okayed it.
She continues talking with her twin, until she feels better. "I don't want to brood all day, Vook. And that's what I'll do if I stay by myself. Can you steal some more time from those heavy XO-duties and buy me a couple drinks? Six would probably come along, maybe some of the others. Please?" He's relieved to hear only the familiar tone Zarya'd always used when she wanted him to go along with her ideas.
[OOC: Vanger, you can respond to whatever of her remarks you wish. Cold, as far as I'm concerned, you can bring Terent in when you feel it's appropriate]

Ash DuQuennes
10 December 2005, 11:03 PM
The promotion party was great. Ash got so hammered, it took several squadron members to succesfully steer him back to his quarters (they being fairly hammered themselves, the route was somewhat less than "shortest possible distance") and into his bunk. They were so hammered, they passed on the opportunity to shave certain body parts of their nigh-comatose Commander, or to tattoo indelicate phrases onto his forehead.

When the security alarm went off the next morning, Ash jerked out of bed, pulled on (most) of his flight suit, staggered towards the head, and passed back out in the sonic shower. If it had been a Fighter Alert, he would've undoubtedly made it to his ship, where pure oxygen and adrenaline would've brought him around toot-sweet; but barring the Apocalypse or The Third Coming of the Emperor, Ash wasn't up to anything requiring more coordination than gravity alone could assist in accomplishing.

Later that afternoon, Ash finally awoke to the call of nature, dragged hisself out of the shower and over to the urinal, and voided the better part of the previous evening's festivities, before making his way into the mess deck for hot caf and Citrus Supplement Beverage #2.

He was momentarily taken aback by one of the mess stewards, who politely inquired why he was barefoot, wearing half a flight suit, and had the glare suppression filters set to maximum on his flight helmet in the mess deck.

Ash merely grunted, and waved the cup of caf in vague response before resuming his "1,000 meter stare" at the far bulkhead of the mess deck.

Vanger Chevane
14 December 2005, 03:27 PM
After a morning full of the Usual Mopak, and trying to squeeze as much of the after-action reports as he can from Intel, his door panel bleeped acceptance of his personal code.

Zarya, eyes puffy and still a bit red, entered closely followed by S'Mertay, like a snub tractored to a freighter...

Clearly wanting to talk, Vooko waved Zarya over to the bed. "Be done in a moment."

While the Astromechs softly whistled and cooed to each other in as discreet a corner as they could find while still being able to keep a photoreceptor on the twins,


"Why'd he hafta do that to me, to anyone? With those looks, he could have all kinds of girls, willingly. Prolly did, too.

If it had been Terent wanting me, he's wonderful...He was asleep nearby when I woke...""
"I recall Ruuvi telling when Kelvin was wanting to buy that overpriced, junked-up swoop, "Often that which is beyond our grasp looks more attractive than that which is within." along with the admonition that the desire for the forbidden can be very poisionous indeed.

A small smile flickered across her face at the memory. "Yeah. We took what money he did have and really tricked-out his swoop. He paid less and had one that put the heap he'd cast his eye on to shame."

"Right. But honestly, I'm glad I don't understand why that medic would do that. If I did, then I could."

As Zarya blushes, thinking that Vooko had no idea what was going on tween her and Terent. "I wanted to be sure there was someone you could trust within reach. I had an extra load of work from the day's adventures and the way he reacted tells me he's pretty well stuck on you too."


"I don't want to brood all day, Vook. And that's what I'll do if I stay by myself. Can you steal some more time from those heavy XO-duties and buy me a couple drinks? Six would probably come along, maybe some of the others. Please?"
Mentally rifling through the few Trade Goods he'd managed to keep aboard, "Thought you didn't like Abrax?"

Rostek
14 December 2005, 03:35 PM
Calo found himself swamped quickly.
As the closest high ranking officer to the scene, he was responsible to assist the ship's security chief's collection of information from the scene.
So much to do... then there's the Zeelas situation to deal with... Thank goodness the General intervened in that case, I... well, I don't know what I would have said. he thought as he perused the various technical reports about the infiltrator's actions during the hostage taking.

Ash DuQuennes
16 December 2005, 01:57 PM
Ash finally got properly dressed, dragged a comb through his hair, and scraped the fuzz off of his face (he wished he could do the same for the fuzz on his tongue; or his brain, too, for that matter), and headed down to the gym to see what all the fuss was about.

Comming the Duty Officer, Ash was informed that Captain Stennic had pretty much wrapped everything up, and was then filled in on the Sexual Assault incident with Flight Oficer Zeelas, along with the actions already taken by General Morevo.

Ash returned to his quarters, changed clothes into PT sweats, and headed back to the gym where he cranked the heat up in the sauna, and then poured himself in it. Sitting in the stifling, dry heat, Ash contemplated the series of events and his unsettled, slightly guilty feelings concerning them.

He felt guilty about missing the Security Alert. While he wasn't sure what he and Bantha could've added to the situation that The Pride's security contingent couldn't have provided more and better of, he was sure that he shouldn't have been passed out in a drunken stupor in his fresher.

While there was no designated Wing Leader for The Pride's "short" Wing, Ash was the senior fighter pilot on board, and therefore he was the default "Wing Leader." So he felt guilty about the fact that some of "his" people were wounded (enough to be in the Med Bay, however briefly) and he hadn't even been conscious enough to pay a courtesy visit.

And then there was Flight Officer Zarya Zeelas. It wasn't enough that she'd been shot and returned fire with Imperial Infiltrators; some scumbag of a pervert had decided to drug her and abuse her. Prompt action from Flight Officer Indayce had kept the incident from going too far, but when you're talking about sexual assault, Ash was pretty sure that a little bit went a long way as far as the victim was concerned.

Ash left the sauna for the showers, cycling between icy cold and steaming hot to snap his body and brain into focus, before returning to the sauna for a second round of sweating out toxins, both of the physical and spiritual type.

Well, buddy, he told himself, you're a three-for-three failure on your first day as a "Commander." Congratulations. If you don't do any better than this, you'll be dead 10 seconds into your next furball. Which might not be such a bad thing; the question is, how many of your own people are you going to take down with you?

He didn't have an answer. He wasn't sure if he could "fix" what had already transpired, or if he should even try. But he did know what he could do, from here on out.

Returning to the showers to cool off, Ash finished up in the gym, and returned to his quarters to change back into his duty uniform before heading for the bridge to check with the Security types about the status and intentions of the Infiltrators. The last thing Ash wanted now were little hidden explosive surprises tucked away here-and-there throughout the ship.

Comming the Flight Deck Maintenance Officer and both Squadron Maintenance Officers, Ash put them and their crews to work performing a thorough external and internal visual inspection of every small craft on The Pride, including both Bantha and Tempest fighters, as well as all munitions and armaments bays, tool lockers, and parts & supply rooms in and about the Flight Deck.

Drendar Morevo
16 December 2005, 03:19 PM
As the day came to a close the thoughts of boredom among some were quickly put to rest by the fact that the new Day would bring a New Mission.

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Oh-Eight-Hundred Coruscant Standard Time the next day.
The standard voice that people had gotten almost used to boomed over the intercom... "All Pilots, report to briefing room."

As pilots filed into the brieifing room General Morevo motioned for the Holoprojector to start.

"As many of you know Pirates run rampant on the edges of War-Zones, picking and choosing weak targets. What we have run into now is a pirate group with a bit more Gall than that. This group has chosen to engage Republic Supply convoys running from the Core to here on the front. Recently they have been pouncing on Convoys in our Supply area. Just as this is detrimental to the Area it is Detrimental to us."

"A plan has been put together by myself, Commander DuQuennes and Captain Stennic to set a trap for these pirates and get them off our backs for good."

"As some of you already know we are starting to get shipments of New Fighters for various squadrons in the sector, Charging Bantha Squadron is in Line for four new Updated Y-Wings, they are coming on a shipment through the Pirate infested areas. The Y-Wings of Charging Bantha will act as escort for the Convoy through space and when the pirates make their attack on the 'Poorly Defended Convoy' we pounce on them with everything we've got."

"Here is the plan. Charging Bantha Squadron meets up with the convoy on the edge of the system, trade out a Flight of Y-Wings and jump with the convoy closer to where we think the pirates will hit. Once The pirates fall into the trap the Pride and the already deployed Tempest Squadron will jump in and pounce on them. As we assault them the survivors will likely jump back to their base where we are cleared to engage them and their base until we have completed our primary objective, the destruction of this pirate threat."

"Charging Bantha Squadron will also be able to requip a Flight from their Squadron with the New Y-Wings just before the action commences for a little extra punch."

"What we know of these Pirates in the way of ships is such, they have somewhere between two and Four squadrons of Uglies and a number of smaller transport Vessels used for hauling off cargo. Due to the fact that it is presumed that they are so heavily armed it only connects that these pirates are also Funded by our old friend Teradoc."

"Do any of you pilots have any questions?"

(Room for questions)

"RIght then, man your Ships... and may the Force be with you."
(Yes I just jacked that line from Dodonna)

olineisfine
18 December 2005, 06:48 PM
Ja'ma walked through the deck looking at all the ships, his ships, he was a great piolt but since they didnt have room right now he had to settle to work on the ships, he looked as the astomechs rumbeled by. he saw the breifing in session "Hey sir, umm sorry to interrupt, but what modifications would the pioolts like for their ships, I've got some free time so I can update whatever the piolts want right now, so." He then waited for a response.

Uron Teff
18 December 2005, 11:16 PM
To me belongeth vengeance and recompence; their foot shall slide in due time: for the day of their calamity is at hand, and the things that shall come upon them make haste.
Das Buch

One Month, seventeen days, sixteen hours and 45 minutes. But who’s counting? Well yeah he was counting. From the day he went aboard the Pride of Corellia he counted. At first he counted the hours to his next practice in an X-wing. But he was told that he will do his flight hours in a Z-95. Well okay, he thought, better than nothing. Four days later his first of alltogether five practice “hours” took place. He spent fifteen minutes inside a cockpit checking the instruments just to leave it afterwards. No flight minute. No nothing.
After three weeks without a flight minute his chances were small to get some more. Nonetheless flying was a passion and listening to the issues of the Prides board person was his job. And still is.

[Carter] ... and then she asked me to join her on her next trip to Peridanse Prime. Can you imagine?! She just asked me...

Leading Spacecraftsman Marcain Carter. As a young member of the crew of the Pride Spacecraftsman Carter was one of the few who visited ‘Priest’ on a regular basis. The reason for Carter’s visit was easy to figure. Altogether he just wanted to talk about the last week and the advances he had made concerning Spacecraftsman Rugaric.

[Carter] ... and she was looking me straight into my eyes and then she just...

Every week it’s the same. He leaned back in his chair and examined the young human sitting infront of him. Short, brown, uncombed hair falling in every direction. Bright blue eyes. Dressed in a dirty, blue coverall this man wasn’t the guy you would expect to have problems with intersexual interaction. But he had. And still has.

[Carter] ... and then she came near me and tried...

[Priest] ... to kiss you, right?

[Carter] No, she tried to close the first button of my shirt. But she touched my skin with her finger tips and ...

As Carter moved on with his story meticulously covering every second he spend with Spacecraftsman Rugaric on Flight Deck D ‘Priest’’s mind drifted away once more. I wonder if I ever will sit in the cockpit of a X-wing once again. Moving even farther into his memories scenes where he trained and studied for his exam at Flight School appeared in his mind.

[Carter] ... altogether I had an awesome week, I can imagine that she asked me for a date?

Questioning views welcome Priest back from his short journey an let his mind stumble.What was he talking about?... Oh I remember something about Spacecraftsman Rugaric.

[Priest] Uh, yeah, uh, I mean... I never imagined it...

After a short pause and a swift look at his watch he adds while standing up and moving closer to the door.

[‘Priest’] I’m so sorry, Spacecraftsman Carter, but I have had an appointment two minutes ago and I need to prepare something for it. I’ll be back in, uh, lets say three hours. Why don’t you contact me then so that we can make a appointment for our next, uh, session?

[Carter] Uh.... well... why not? You said three...

[Priest] Yes! Three hours!

[Carter] Uh... well... I’m sorry to...

[Priest] ...have occupied you for at least two and a half hour. No problem.

[Carter] Please accept my...

[Priest] ...appology? Yes, as always.

By just pressing the ‘open’ button the sprang open and with the guidance of ‘Priest’’s hand Spacecraftsman Carter was forced to leave the room. Carter still in the middle of their old leave-talking ritual was staring straight at the door as it snapped back into place deviding ‘Priest’ from the familiar disturbance known as Leading Spacecraftsman Marcain Carter.
Within the momentum of movement away from the entrance the board speakers crackeled and a standart voice that people had gotten almost used to boomed over the intercom...

[Voice] All pilots, report to briefing room.

And here they go again!

darkforcerising
19 December 2005, 04:06 AM
Miqo Savronela's ears pricked at the sound of the address and he increased his pace. They had to get the ships prepped before the next mission, and the pilots were in breifing now. Miqo was a mechanic, for the moment, having transfered to the The Pride because of some rumors they were going to have a number of retirees in the near future, and Miqo had applied for a position. He had noticed a number of other new faces around, including the pilot who had just walked into the hangar. The other guy's nameplate read Ja'Ma Lemek. Miqo shouted a greeting: "Good afternoon, sir! The chief mechanic is over there, he might have somthing for you. I'm just trying to finish prepping these X-wings before the mission, you could help me if you wanted to. You don't have to, I'm just saying that if you were bored or whatever I just need top off the fuel tanks and align the engines."

Vanger Chevane
19 December 2005, 03:28 PM
"All Pilots, report to briefing room."
As he gathers up what Flight Gear he has in his quarters as well as his gun/utility belt Nothing scheduled, so much for a quiet day. Hope we get Liberty soon before we wear down enough to lose people for sloppiness...

On his way to the Briefing Room he keeps mental track of who he sees and/or passes, keeping a mental Headcount that all Pilots will be present and Good to Fly.


"What we know of these Pirates in the way of ships is such, they have somewhere between two and Four squadrons of Uglies and a number of smaller transport Vessels used for hauling off cargo."
Privateering's probly a lucrative business for them...until now. But a glaring lack of info, direction, and boundaries on this is a potential disaster...hopefully some of the Replacement Hotshots will be flying SAR through this snarl.

Standing after the General finishes his Sales Pitch, "With all due respect Sirs, do we have specific Mission Goals, Objectives, and Zones of Responsibility for this mission; or are we jumping in blind, faking our way through, and hoping we survive?"

olineisfine
19 December 2005, 03:47 PM
"yea sure" said Ja'ma, "your miqo, I'm assuming?" "what do you need me to do?" , hoping it would be something semi-important, "I cant wit till we get to fly one of those" he said in an offhand way, waiting for his assignment.

Ash DuQuennes
19 December 2005, 04:27 PM
Bantha Squadron, pilots, gunners, and astromechs alike, filed from the briefing room and into the turbo lifts, and down to the Flight Deck. The squadron's techs were finishing up all the pre-flight maintenance checks, and the pilots and gunners began their own preflight inspections as the hoists began lifting the droids into their sockets.

They went about their business with a minimum of fuss, ticking off their checklists on their datapads. Each ship's crew chief stood ready, with each Flight's lead tech backstopping them, and the squadron's senior tech backstopping them.

Finishing up his own ship's external inspection, Ash signed off on the checklist, copied it to Chief Endac's datapad, and climbed up into the cockpit. Guns Melvar was already settled in and standing by as Ash hooked up his suit and communications umbilicals before sliding his helmet over his head. Fastening the chinstrap, Ash pulled the boom mic down, keyed the intercom, and said, "Intercom check, pilot's station." Behind him, Guns Melvar informed him, "Loud and clear. Intercom check, gunner's station." Nestled in his droid socket, Squeaker whistled, and on his display, Ash read, Communications Interlink Engaged and Functional Within Specified Parameters. Ash replied to both of them, "Loud and clear."

Ash and Guns Melvar settled in to the preflight checklist, powering up the flight computer and starting the engine pre-ignition sequence. Ash checked occasionally to see how the rest of Bantha was doing, and was pleased to see the rest of his pilots were as far along as he was.

Finishing up the preflight cockpit checklist, Ash switched the comm over to squadron and called out, "All Bantha units, this is Bantha lead, commo check and status, by the numbers."

"Bantha Two, loud and clear, shiny."

"Bantha Three, check, and shiny"

"Bantha Four, five-by, and shiny."

"Bantha Five, say what? Uh, yeah, we're shiny!"

"Bantha Six, check, and shiny."

"Bantha Seven, I hear you, we're shiny."

"Bantha Eight, loud and clear, and shiny."

"Bantha Nine, check, and shiny."

"Bantha Ten, loud and clear, and shiny."

"Bantha Eleven, check, we're shiny."

"Bantha Twelve, check, and shiny."

Hearing the last report, Ash commed back, "All Bantha units, this is Bantha Lead, good comms all around. Spin 'em up." Almost as one, the pilots of Bantha Squadron stuck their left hands, with thumbs extended, out of their cockpits so the Crew Chiefs could see them. Again, almost as one, the Crew Chiefs, standing in front of the port nacelles, bellowed "CLEAR BEHIND!" as they visually verified no one was behind their ships, and returned the pilot's thumbs-up gesture.

Getting the go-ahead, Ash informed his crew "Spinning One," as he pressd the start button on his port engine. The piercing whine of ion turbines rose from nothing to an nerve-jangling shriek (for anyone on the Flight Deck without hearing protection, that is), and after a few minutes, when Ash was satisfied that his port engine was running smoothly, he stuck out his right hand, thumb extended, and Chief Endac walked over to the starboard side and again bellowed "CLEAR BEHIND!" as he visually verified there was no one and nothing behind the starboard engine before giving his driver the return thumbs-up.

Ash told his crew "Spinning Two" and lit off his starboard engine, and as the rest of Bantha did likewise, the noise level on the Flight Deck doubled. Waiting to see that both engines were running smoothly and supplying adequate system power, Ash gave the signal for Chief Endac to uncouple The Meanstreak from The Pride's power grid.

Now that the engines were up and running, Ash and Guns Melvar began powering up the rest of their ship's systems; hyperdrive, weapons, shields, sensors, lifesupport, repulsors, and so on. Ash monitored the power drain on the engines as each system came on-line to ensure that nothing was amiss, and was pleased (as always) that The Meanstreak was functioning smoothly.

Ash and Bantha Squadron took a few minutes to finish up the last of their pre-flight checklist, retracting boarding ladders and closing canopies, and then waiting for the green light from the life support system to inform them of a solid canopy seal, before beginning their pre-combat checklists.

Turning to his Life Support system, Ash set the Inertial Compensators at .99. Some liked to go even lower, to .98, .97, and some a slow as .96 (Ash privately thought that anyone not from a high-g world who went that low was trying to prove something, to someone), but there wasn't any additional benefit from going any lower than .99. That was sufficient to give anyone from a close-to-standard-g world a reasonably adequate g-effect for flight control.

Turning next to his Sensors, Ash set his ECM. Since it was a bit tricky, he took his time to make sure he got it just right.


Setting ECM for +2 Defense is a Computer Use Check, DC 20.
Bantha Takes 20
All Bantha Ship's Defense now +2

Normally, if they were launching straight into combat, Bantha Squadron would shut down their hyperdrives and reroute the spare power into shields (Ash actually put his spare power into his forward laser cannons under the aegis of "Command Executive Decision," to Guns Melvar's quiet disapproval and occasional trepidation).

But since Bantha Squadron was jumping to meet the convoy, that wouldn't be possible today. Instead, Ash double checked the coordinates to the Convoy Rendevous Point, and made sure that the hyperdrive was fully warmed up and synched with Squeaker back in his droid socket.

Since The Meanstreak was as ready for anything that was within its, Commander Ashford DuQuennes', Private Fynn "Guns" Melvar's, and R2-"Squeaker"-D6's ability to handle, Ash opened the squadron push one more time for an updated status before comming Flight Control and informing them,


"Flight Control, this is Bantha Lead. Twelve ships 'green,' and ready to launch. We are standing by for launch authorization and departure vector for egress from The Pride's sector, and clearance for departure into hyperspace for rendevous with Convoy NR-137."

Ris
19 December 2005, 07:06 PM
"I wanted to be sure there was someone you could trust within reach. I had an extra load of work from the day's adventures and the way he reacted tells me he's pretty well stuck on you too."
The rose blush only deepens as she realizes just how much her twin is aware of, but she doesn't say anything, just thinks, "Stuck on you" sure sounds better than "not sure," but I should probably still stay light on the thrusters awhile...

Mentally rifling through the few Trade Goods he'd managed to keep aboard, "Thought you didn't like Abrax?"
"No, I still don't like nerf pee," she grins. "Don't understand how you aquired a taste for Abrax--unless it was to make sure I'd stay out of Your Personal Stock. And I was suggesting we go to the lounge for a glass or 2 of something less expensive & more drinkable. Not raid your Trade Goods. You already did that once on my behalf, remember?" Another grin at the thought of the party she'd held in her quarters. "There's a mission tomorrow & I want to relax a little with you & a friend or two." So everyone can see I'm still okay, no harm done...yeah, right! "Sure. Anywhere you want...within reason." "A quiet corner in the usual lounge, please."

With a mission in the offing and the "adventures" of the last couple days, Zarya doesn't make it a long night, nor does she drink much. After bidding Vooko & Terent good-night (the latter with a long kiss), she returns to her quarters. The lack of a roommate that at first seemed so lucky now just seems lonely, but then she sees the clear-domed droid and smiles. She's not alone in here. "G'night, S'Mertay," she tells the droid. Zarya lies awake for a while, but the R3's soft cooing & whistling lulls her to sleep.
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In the briefing room next day, Zarya, wearing her green flightsuit & black/white vest from her A gear, plops down next to Six Indayce and listens. She could just imagine Vooko's reaction to the lack of planning. The Team spent more time planning practice runs for a race than seemed to have been expended on this.

Standing after the General finishes his Sales Pitch, "With all due respect Sirs, do we have specific Mission Goals, Objectives, and Zones of Responsibility for this mission; or are we jumping in blind, faking our way through, and hoping we survive?"
Good for Vooko! I just hope the General isn't offended. He was kind enough I guess when he talked to me about--What Happened--but still...
Zarya brings up her own small questions. "Sir, will XO Zeelas & I fly the TZ's or the Pointers?"
"You will both fly your X's this mission, Lieutenant."
"Okay, are we going to spend the jump in our snubs to lauch upon reversion?" [GM response]
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After the pilots are dismissed, Zarya grabs up her helmet & datapad & calls to her brother and their friend, "C'mon, Vook, Six--let's get to the snubbies. I can't wait to fly again!" Zarya is eager to fly. In the cockpit, there will only be her joy in flight--no fear, hurt or confusion from the attack of the day before.
She heads into Life Support and grabs her X-gear before heading towards her Pointer.

Drendar Morevo
19 December 2005, 07:20 PM
"Lieutennant Zeelas, your candor is appreciated. Specific mission goals are as follows, follow me?" no laughs, darn. "One, Bantha Squadron moves in and protects the convoy against anything during the jump and immediately after, we won't be there immediately after all, sometime during this they can change out their flight. Two as soon as the pirates make themselves known we jump in, Tempest Squadron will already be deployed and will be jumping in their x-wings (I thought I already mentioned that...). Three, Tempest Squadron Engages the fighters with Charging Bantha Squadron while the Pride mixes it up with some of their larger vessels. Four, once they attempt to rabbit we follow them back to their hole and blast it to hell to make sure we never see them again." a pause "Objectives are as such, Protect the Convoy, Hunt Down the Pirates and Destroy their base, in that order of prominence."

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In the darkness of space just outside the Amaron Sector a convoy of supply ships (8 Vessels) cuts through the darkness with twinkling running lights and idling Engines. Comm traffic is light, but one little conversation slips into the earphones of anyone passing.

"Hey cholee?"

"Yah Sensor?"

"What are we doing here?"

"Hauling Cargo, what else?"

"But HERE? everyone knows this lane is heaviliy patrolled by Pirates."

"They may, but the Republic needs these supplies."

"But at the cost of our lives?"

"Yes, if necessary"

A third voice cuts in, its the Lead ship in the convoy, "Shut up you two, any second now our escorts are gonna show up, at that point no more idle chit chat."

Together "Yes Sir"

"Umm sir, I've got 12 friendlies inbound, shall I hail them."

"Go ahead Sensor"

"Ummm, Bantha Squadron, this is the New Republic Cargo Carrier Washburn please aknowledge, over."

Vanger Chevane
20 December 2005, 02:45 PM
sags slightly with relief. "Yes sir, thank you sir." he sits back down.

Well, we have bout as much of a plan as we can get given what little we know about the situation. Not great, but we've a direction to start in.

We're all gonna have to stay sharp out there or some surprise is gonna swim up from the depths and take a big chunk outta us...


Watching the Banthas take off to meet the convoy, and the Tempests are doing their own preflight, he tells His Team "Watch yourselves and each other Out There, keep an eye out for surprises. Odds are we won't know what we're facing till were in the middle of it. We may have to break from normal assignments and tactics as things develop, so stay flexible...and alive."

As they're waiting for the order to Jump, I hope I'm worrying about nothing, but fear we're not worried enough.

Gotta let it go and make it all happen once we jump. They need that from me, so they'll do it themselves.

Ash DuQuennes
20 December 2005, 04:51 PM
Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
"Ummm, Bantha Squadron, this is the New Republic Cargo Carrier Washburn please aknowledge, over."

"Washburn, this is Bantha Lead. We're here to escort you through the Amaron Sector and brief you in on our CO's intentions. Also, I believe you have some shiny new ships for us? I'd appreciate rendevous and docking instructions to expedite the switchover as quick as possible, while meeting with your Convoy CO. Over."

Drendar Morevo
20 December 2005, 06:55 PM
"Yeah sure, just let me connect you to the Commander."
A couple flicks of a switch and...
"Bantha Lead, this is Republic Heavy Cargo Vessel Solaria, Commander Trevlynn in command, I believe we have your new birds, and you say you can tell us the plan, maybe you would like to tell us why we're heading through shark infested waters?"

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General Morevo sits in the Center chair overseeing space, currently it is calm, but any moment now they would have to jump out and smash some pirates... Arrr.
"Alright Lieutennant, rev up the hyperdrive, once we get the coordinates from Charging Bantha Squadron I want us there as fast as possible."

A small ensign, something along the lines of 18 Years the Generals Junior sits at his station.
"Aye sir, I've got main engineering warming her up now."

"Has Captain Stennic Launched his fighters yet?"

"Negative sir, they're in the middle of making their prelaunch checks now."

"Good, tell him to get his people moving, no time for dawdling."

olineisfine
21 December 2005, 11:50 AM
Ja'ma looked over and saw Zayra approaching her x-wing "Hey Zayra, whats up? those modifications you wanted are set, plus I added some "special" mod's that arent on the books."

Ash DuQuennes
21 December 2005, 01:12 PM
Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
"Yeah sure, just let me connect you to the Commander."
A couple flicks of a switch and...
"Bantha Lead, this is Republic Heavy Cargo Vessel Solaria, Commander Trevlynn in command, I believe we have your new birds, and you say you can tell us the plan, maybe you would like to tell us why we're heading through shark infested waters?"

Ash sat in the cockit of his new ship (coincidentally named The Meanstreak, as well; Guns Melvar had the peel-and-stick appliques ready) while he and Guns Melvar ran through the familiarization of the new control systems. Ash didn't have hardly any problems with the new controls; after all, he'd designed the ships, their system specifications, and control layouts himself, and had taken a good deal of trouble to ensure that the new controls layout was as close to the old controls layout as possible to facilitate a smooth transition from the older Y-Wings to the newer.

Apparently Flight Officer Jiuk Yeel, over in the new Bantha Four, was also having no problem understanding her new controls, if the sudden, ear-piercing squeal of joy was any indication. She stood up in her cockpit and called out, "I love you and wanna marry you!"

Ash laughed back at her and simply said, "You're welcome." In the back seat, Guns Melvar was undergoing his own form of techno-rapture as he brought his ion cannon's targeting systems on line. Muttered phrases like "increased range," "enhanced resolution," and "25% increased throughput" were to be heard as Ash continued the briefing for Commander Trevlynn, perched on the side of the cockpit.

"So if you want to catch a shark, or even several, you need bait. Only these sharks don't realize that you 'fish' have a few guardian angels looking out for you. I'm sure they won't be too put off by the escort squadron; after all we're 'just' a bunch of pokey, outdated Y-Wings," Ash grinned like a shark, "so we may initially be outnumbered by as much as four-to-one. But I'll be running a continuous position update, and as soon as the 'sharks' show themselves, I whistle up our base ship and our squadron of X's, they hop in, panic ensues amongst the bad guys, they either fight and die, or they run away and we follow them home and finish them off. Any questions?"

Commander Trevlynn did not look at all happy.

Back in space, Ash put his flight of new birds through a few quick paces to get his people used to them. He really would have preferred waiting for the whole squadron to have been outfitted and properly shaken down on the new ships before taking them into combat.

But I guess when Command gives you what you ask for, you shouldn't kick up a fuss about it; just knuckle down and get to it, he thought.

Bringing the squadron back together in formation, Ash opened the squadron push and said, "All right folks, we don't know what, if anything, is going to be waiting for us on the other side of this jump. So I want shields up, weapons charged, and everyone sharp and ready to take on some Bad Guys when we come out the other side. The Pride and Tempest are waiting for our signal to jump into the battle, but we will be on our own for a bit before they arrive, so don't get cocky thinking that backup is coming any minute."

"That means: stick with your wingman, keep your eyes peeled, angle your shileds, and try to keep your guns, not your exhaust, pointed at the bad guys. And don't go chasing vacuum just so you can paint another kill marker on the side of your ship."

"Make your final jump preps, and sing out when ready." Ash switched to intercom, and said to Squeaker, "All right Squeaker, put me on the chip." Meaning the recorder in the ship's Comm System, Squeaker activated it and replied, Recording Now.

Ash began speaking, "General Morevo, this is Commander DuQuennes. We have found the enemy, and have engaged. Coordinates attached to this message. See you soonest. Commander DuQuennes, Out."

"Run a continuous position update Squeaker. When I give you the order, attach our position, with safety offsets, to the recording, encrypt it, and transmit it to The Pride. Acknowledge."

On his screen, Ash read Run continuous position update. When ordered, attach current position with safety offsets to previous recording in Comm System memory, encrypt, and transmit to Victory Class Star Destroyer The Pride of Corellia. Confirmed?

"You got it, little buddy." Ash confirmed. Behind him, Guns Melvar chimed in, "Everybody reports they're ready, Boss."

Switching back to the convoy push, Ash hailed Commander Trevlynn, saying, "Solaria, this is Bantha Lead. We are ready to jump the next leg of your route, on your signal. We are standing by. Bantha Lead, Out."

Rostek
21 December 2005, 01:19 PM
Calo observed the briefing proceedings with quiet regard. As much as he disliked going in on such paltry information, he also knew that it was their assignment to take these pirates... and this plan offered a decent chance of doing so with some intangibles potentially on their side.
As he and his pilots head down to the hanger bay, he waved goodbye to the departing Duke and the Banthas, and gave them a double thumbs up and then ushered a dragging Crix through the door to Life Support.

As the pilots donned their flight suits and lifesupport gear, Calo ran over his astrogation calculations again in his head. He and the ship's navigator had gone over the vectors and timings before the mission, and Calo had instructed Cold to load the coordnates and instructions into himself and the rest of the squad's astromechs after downloading their personality matrices into the ship's backup memory capsule, as always.

Ushering his pilots out onto the flight deck just as the Banthas jumped to lightspeed, Calo did a final walkaround of the <i>Wind King</i> as Cold started his preflight proceedures and computer checks on the APU powered X-Wing. As the techs disconnected fuel-lines and the APU and Cold fired up the four engines, Calo climbed up the ladder to the cockpit and placed his helmet on his head, thanking the tech for his offered "good luck" and running his preflight proceedures and power adjustments.

"Alright, boys and girls, you know the drill already. Your backseaters have the jump proceedures and coordnates down, all you have to do is get on the proper vector and we won't have a problem. For those of you who are making your first combat jump, relax. The jump's a piece of ryschate, and the combat is the same as it always is. Still, watch your instruments and make sure your power grid is functioning, or else you could surge out and miss out on the fun." he said, chuckling at the end, although he didn't particularly feel jovial.
"Prep your ECMs and set your inertial comps, then divert power to your shields. Uglies may be easy kills, but there are a lot of them, and their guns will kill you just as dead as a Star Destroyer's. I want you to be on your watch, as always, since we're going to be diving into the action as soon as we lock S-Foils." he finished, and then went through the final steps of his checklist.

"Check in for launch- Lead is four green."
K'zk enthusiastically piped in almost immidietely- "Two is four hot, weapons green!"...

When the squad is finished checking in, Calo nods to himself then calls Control and makes sure the Bridge is checked in to hear as well.
"Tempest Leader to Control- we are ready to begin launch procedures. Any word on Bantha's status?" he asked, kicking in his repulsors as Cold finished with his power adjustments and secondary system checks. The X-Wing floated gracefully toward the launch position, with K'zk's X-Wing following off to the right, moving toward the second launch point, their landing gear retracting.
Calo threw the Deck Boss a salute, and rolled his X-Wing out of the hanger bay into the hard vacuum, K'zk close behind.
"One and two are away..."


(OOC: All that good stuff we've done in previous missions from the RCRB. Everyone should get that in, since we've got plenty of time between pre-launch and jump)

Uron Teff
21 December 2005, 06:22 PM
If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me.
Das Buch

As fast as the silence was broken as fast the voice ends its anouncement and silence falls again upon the room. With slow movement Priest arises from his chair and moves around viewing his bookshelf. After seconds he picks an old almost antique book, opens it in the middle and starts reading while moving to the settee.


Give ear, O ye heavens, and I will speak; and hear, O earth, the words of my mouth. My doctrine shall drop as the rain, my speech shall distil as the dew, as the small rain upon the tender herb, and as the showers upon the grass: Because I will publish the name of the QUEEN: ascribe ye greatness unto our Goddess.

The Goddess. With this thought he closes the book and lays it to his left side on the settee. I know you move in mysterious ways, my QUEEN. But what is your plan for me here? Is this the way you want me to go? A sheperd without fold?
Though his mind is still working his body tries to relax from the last hours. Letting his head fall back and outstretching his legs he closes his eyes and focuses on the transcendent energy field he and only a few more could sense. A wealth and warmth surrounds him as his mind stretches even further. Embraced by the well of pleasure and elation he hears a noise. Distant at first but quick advancing.
The door chime. Within a glimpse of a second his his attention snaps back to the here and now. Jumping up from the settee Priest nearly runs to the door.
[Priest] Yes!
With a short hiss the door opens and once again Leading Spacecraftsman Marcain Carter stands in the doorway.
[Carter] Sir, I’ve forgotten my working gloves on your... a there they are. May I come in...

[Priest] ... no need. I can get them for you.
Saying this he takes a step towards the chair where Carter has sat only What? Seconds ago?, gets hold of the gloves and carries them over to Carter.
[Carter] Thank you, sir. I didn’t mean to...

[Priest] Is this all Leading Spacecraftsman?

[Carter] Yes, sir!

[Priest] Well then, we’ll see us soon, Carter.
Not waiting for a salute Priest turns and hits the close button of the door and returns to his settee. This time not sitting down a dull feeling arises inside him. I should get something to eat. Missed breakfast this morning...
After returning the book back on its original place he leaves his room and moves towards the Officer’s Mess. I think they should be done with the briefing by now. Maybe I should check the flight deck before I get myself something to eat.
A couple of minutes later Priest arives on the Flight deck just to witness the last pre-flight checks and the last engine test of the x-wings. With the sound of all the igniting engines filling the air Priest heart makes a jump. Realizing how he missed the sounds on a flight deck especially the pre-flight sounds he steps out of the doorway he was standing in behind some spare parts.
Viewing the pilots closing their hatches his mind is struck by the insight that there is only one way in one of those cockpits. One of them has to die before I can fly one of those babies again. Well then lets prey they don’t.
Priest closes his eyes and reaches out to the allknowing Mother of Creation and begins a silent prayer. O Mother of Creation, to whom vengeance belongeth; O Goddess, to whom vengeance belongeth, shew thyself. Lift up thyself, thou judge of the universe and render a reward to the proud. Guidance shall be thy weapon against the wicket. Still standing behind the spare parts his wishes mix with the prayer as he finishes it. And guide those few through the deadliness of battle.

Mack Jace
22 December 2005, 05:04 AM
Morec Birtrok sat through the briefing, listening to all that was said, without having a question. After the briefing, he headed into Life Support, and, after donning his suit, headed to his ship. As he was getting there, he saw Spanner being lifted into the X-Wing. He climbed the ladder, jumped into the seat, and put his helmet on. He watched the cockpit close, and gave his tech a final thumbs up.

Alright Spanner, how's everything looking?.............Alright, so we're good to go. Hang on to your hats.

Morec lifted the craft into the air, and retracted his landing gear. As he maneuvered to launch position, and waited for his turn to check in.

This is 8, checking in. I've got four hot and ready to go.

Drendar Morevo
22 December 2005, 04:12 PM
"Sir, all is in readyness, the Flight Leaders have launched with their Flights, Captain Stennic Reports his 1 Flight, Lieutennant Birtrok's 2 Flight, and Lieutennant Zeelas's 3 Flight are all on station and ready for jump."

"What is the status of Commander DuQuennes's Squadron?"

"They are on station with the convoy, piping us location updates every second, they should be coming out of the jump soon"

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"Bantha Leader, this is Commander Trevlynn, we're coming out of the jump in 5...4...3...(a flashing red warning light flashes on the console)SITHSPAWN!"

NOt heard over the curse is the computer... "Reverting to realspace, hyperspace shadow detected."

"Sensors reads 36 Fighters, unknown type, shadows indicate Low Profiles, %50 chance of I-7s and Cloakshapes, looks more like a bit of both with some uglies thrown in. Bantha Leader, we have some larger visitors as well, looks like a Interdictor Cruiser, a Corellian Gunship and a Carrack."

"Solaria to Convoy Q-Ships, detatch False hull panels, ready weapons and shields, looks like the pirates have an ambush planned."

A sound of pressurized hull plates detatching is heard as 4 of the ships in the convoy detatch False hull panels to reveal Light Turbolasers and Point Defense Lasers. The rest of the vessels in the convoy start up their shields and ready what weapons they have.

"Bantha Lead, don't you have a message you should be sending?"

Ash DuQuennes
22 December 2005, 04:32 PM
Pirates with a frakkin' Interdictor? Oh frabjuous joy!


Initiative Rolls:
One Flight: Roll 11, +10 = 21
Two Flight: Roll 17, +9 = 26, Delays until 20
Three Flight: Roll 20, +5 = 25, Delays until 19

One Flight Defense: 29
Two Flight Defense: 24
Three Flight Defense: 24

edit1: added Defense values for Bantha
edit 2: corrected Defense values.

Drendar Morevo
22 December 2005, 05:09 PM
Interdictor Rolls 14-2mod=12
Gunship Rolls 16+1mod=17
Carrack Rolls 18+0mod=18
I-7 Squadron
+1 Flight Rolls 18+4=22
+2 Flight Rolls 13+4=17
+3 Flight Rolls 19+4=23
Cloakshape Squadron
+1 Flight Rolls 17+4=21
+2 Flight Rolls 20+4=24
+3 Flight Rolls 12+4=16
Ugly Squadron
+1 Flight Rolls 8+4=10
+2 Flight Rolls 17+4=19
+3 Flight Rolls 15+4=17
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Solaria Rolls 19+1=20
Washburn rolls 17+2=19
Ugly One rolls 15+1=16
High Roller rolls 18+2=20

Drendar Morevo
22 December 2005, 07:47 PM
"Open Fire, take no prisoners, cargo loads are easier to take when the soldiers are dead and the cargo ships are beggin for their lives."
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Short Range.
#2 Cloakshape Flight Attacks Bantha Flight 1 using Light Laser Cannons
Flight Rolls 16+6-2+3(cicumstance)=23
no hit.
#3 I-7 Howlrunner Flight Attacks Bantha Flight 2 Using Heavy Laser Cannons
Flight Rolls 15+13-2+3=29
Hits:2
36*2=72 damage from Flight 3 on 2 Bantha Flight 2 Fighters
#1 I-7 Howlrunner Flight Attacks Bantha Flight 3 Using Heavy Laser Cannons
Flight rolls 18+13-2+3=32
Hits:3
23*2=26 damage from 3 fighters of Howlrunner Flight 1 against 3 fighters of Y-Wing Flight 3
*To be Conducted very shortly after Bantha Flight 1's Attack*
#1 Cloakshape Flight attacks Ugly One using Concussion Missiles
Flight Rolls 15+8-2+3=24
HIT
56*2=112 Damage from each fighter of Cloakshape Flight 1 against Ugly One
Ugly One is a Modified Barloz Medium Freighter with 90 Shield Points, 180 Hull Points, and 20 DR.
448-80=368
368-90=278
278-80=198
180-198=-18
Ugly One Destroyed

(Edit: Fixed... I think.)
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With lasers blazing the Pirate Fighters cut through Bantha Squadron with though not wholly accurate, but wholly deadly shots. A flight of Cloakshapes Slips through the carnage and delivers a Deadly blow to one of the Foreward Vessels, the Ugly One. The Vessel explodes fantastically under the onslaught of missiles.

"Solaria to Ugly One, please respond!" Commander Trevlynn yells into the comm.

"Its too late sir she's gone." is the only reply he gets, its the captain of the Washburn, Captain Sulleryns (now departed master of the Ugly One's Brother...

"Commander DuQuennes did your message get out alright?"
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Assuming it was as automatic as Ash Posted.
"General Morevo, getting Message from Commander DuQuennes, they have engaged the enemy."

"Very Well Lieutennant, lock in the coordinates to group and lets jump."

"Transmitting Coordinates to Tempest Squadron now. Hyperdrive is a go."

now all that could be seen was a pinwheel of light.

"Did Commander DuQuennes append a Force Listing to his trasmission."

"I believe so sir, bringing it up now."

"AN INTERDICTOR! Sonofa....., where did pirates get their hands on an Interdictor... oh wait. Comms?"

"Yes sir?"

"Pipe this message to fleet command, forces have engaged enemy Vessels, they are supplied by Teradoc, end message."

"Done sir."

"Tell the gunners we have a target rich environ ready for them when we revert." (1 round, this is gonna be one short jump) "And lastly call up anyone who can fly a shuttle, we might need rescuers out there today."

Vanger Chevane
23 December 2005, 01:48 PM
As he floats alongside Pride and waits, Vooko tries to relax and get into "The Zone" where he's at his best taking in rapid-fire changes where everyone & everthing's at as well as what they're doing.

Smoothie starts playing snippets of music it'd decided to sample from Vooko's recorded collection of obscuria collected from across the galaxy, from Heavy Isotope to Classical Orchestra, even the odd lullabye or two.

When one, mellow yet haunting, strikes him as somehow fitting the situation, "That one, please. Can you back-channel it so the rest of the squadron can listen if they like, and pass the channel around the other 'Mechs?"

Burbling happily, Smoothie passes the channel around with a request to present the option to their pilots. Vooko relaxes to the music and settles himself into the Mission and Zone.

...Well I’ve seen them buried in a sheltered place in this town
They tell you that this rain can sting, and look down
There is no blood around see no sign of pain
Hay ay ay no pain
Seeing no red at all, see no rain

Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me

Red rain-
Putting the pressure on much harder now
To return again and again
Just let the red rain splash you
Let the rain fall on your skin
I come to you defences down
With the trust of a child

Red rain is coming down...




OOC: Lyrics Copyright Peter Gabriel.

Norseman
23 December 2005, 02:09 PM
Crix exited the briefing and, with the rest of the squadron, headed to Life Support where he, like the rest of the squadron, put on his flight suit and survival gear.
Jogging to his X-Wing, Crix visually inspects the craft before climbing in to the cockpit and doing up his preflight as his astromech calibrated the ECM and shield grid and dialed the inertial comp.
As he finished, Crix strapped in and checked in to the Captain's call-
"Tempest Three, standing by." and gently lifted the X-Wing off the deck towards the launch zone.


"One and two are away..."
Crix motions to his wingmate to follow him, and snaps the requisite salute the Deck Boss and rolls his X-Wing out into space close behind One Flight's first element.

"Three and Four are away..."

Ash DuQuennes
23 December 2005, 03:26 PM
The convoy was yanked out of hyperspace seconds before its intended reversion point, and before anyone could assess just what was going on, Bantha came under fire.

Enemy fighters streaked in and began firing at all three flights of fighters, to some effect. Since the squadron had their shields deployed evenly all-around (angling them would've been useless, possibly suicidal, until they knew which vector represented the most threat), the first volley from the enemy fighters was potentially the most damaging.


Two Flight Hits:

Bantha 6: 72 - 10 Shield DR = 62, - 50 SP = 12, -10 Hull DR = 2 Points of Hull damage
Bantha 8: 72 - 10 Shield DR = 62, - 50 SP = 12, -10 Hull DR = 2 Points of Hull damage

Three Flight Hits:

Bantha 10: 26 - 10 Shield DR = 16, 50 Shield Pts. - 16 = 34 Shield Points remaining
Bantha 11: 26 - 10 Shield DR = 16, 50 Shield Pts. - 16 = 34 Shield Points remaining
Bantha 12: 26 - 10 Shield DR = 16, 50 Shield Pts. - 16 = 34 Shield Points remaining

Ash calmly ordered "Evasive. On me. Accelerate to attack speed. Stick tight and angle your shields" even as he banked out of the space melee to try and get a clear indication of exactly what they were up against. Ash checked his scope, trying to make sense of the mishmash of sensor readings.


Sensor Check: Scan Mode
Computer Use Roll, +10 (+8 w/+2 bonus for Scan mode)'; Roll: 13 + 10 = 23

Everything Diminutive Sized or bigger is identified out to extreme range (40 sq.)

Ash whistled appreciatively, and told his droid, "Squeaker, append this sensor log to the previous recording, and transmit immediately," before switching back to squadron push and ordering, "All right folks, Target Number One is that Gunship. Gunners, watch our backsides, I'm sure those enemy fighters would love a free shot if we give it to 'em. On me, we're gonna Nuke 'Em and Hate 'Em."

Meanwhile, the damaged ship's astromech's worked frantically to either bring shields back online, or to restore lost shield energy, while their undamaged counterparts began rerouting power from the hyperdrives to the shields, per squadron SOP.


Restore Shields (Move Action): Computer Use +11

Bantha 6 Astromech: Roll 16, +11 = 27, 2d4 points restored; Roll 2d4: 4,3 = 7
Bantha 6 Astromech: Roll 13, +11 = 24, 2d4 points restored; Roll 2d4: 4,4 = 8

Bantha 6 has 15 Shield Points.

Bantha 8 Astromech: Roll 19, +11 = 30, 3d4 points restored; Roll 3d4: 2,3,2 = 7
Bantha 8 Astromech: Roll 11, +11 = 22, 2d4 points restored; Roll 2d4: 4,3 = 7

Bantha 8 has 14 Shield Points.

Bantha 10 Astromech: Roll 18, +11 = 29, 2d4 points restored; Roll 2d4: 1,4 = 5
Bantha 10 Astromech: Roll 8, +11 = 19, 1d4 points restored; Roll 1d4: 3

Bantha 10 has 42 Shield Points.

Bantha 11 Astromech: Roll 7, +11 = 18, 1d4 points restored; Roll 1d4: 3
Bantha 11 Astromech: Roll 12, +11 = 23, 2d4 points restored; Roll 2d4: 3,2 = 5

Bantha 11 42 has Shield Points.

Bantha 12 Astromech: Roll 13, +11 = 24, 2d4 points restored; Roll 2d4: 2,3 = 5
Bantha 12 Astromech: Roll 12, +11 = 23, 2d4 points restored; Roll 2d4: 1,3 = 4

Bantha 12 has 43 Shield Points.

Rerouting Power by droids is an automatic success (DC 15, droids Repair bonus is +18). All other Banthas in Two and Three Flight now have 60 Shield Points, and 100 Shield Points in One Flight, except for Ash, who now had 9d10x2 Assault Laser Cannons.

Gunners have a Readied Move Action to angle shields as necessary.

Bantha has moved "out of the fight" preparatory to turning back in next round for an attack run on the Gunship. Any enemy fighters wishing to latch onto our "six" is free to do so, but gunners will angle shields and engage before enemy ships open fire.

All Banthas are Flying Defensively, which imposes a -4 Attack Penalty (in addition to the -2 Speed Penalty!), and increases their Defense to:

One Flight: 34 (35 vs. enemy I-7 flight leader)
Two Flight: 29 (30 vs. enemy I-7 flight leader)
Three Flight: 29 (30 vs. enemy I-7 flight leader)

Edit: I keep forgetting Starship Dodge. Defense values adjusted acordingly.

Drendar Morevo
23 December 2005, 05:22 PM
High Roller and Solaria Attack

High Roller Attacks with Double Turbolaser Cannons Against X-Y Uglies Flgiht 1

Eat Turbolaser!
18+6-2=24
HIT
38*2=76. To be divided amognst the fighters
76/4=19 (its rounded DOWN, as the rulebooks like to say)
-10=9
Flight 1 drops to 21 shield points each.

Solaria Attacks with Longshot Quad Laser Cannons against Cloakshape Flight 1

"Pirate Scum"
17+12+0=29
Hit
42*2=84
/4=21
-10=11
Flight 1 drops to 19 shield points each

Will do the Rest momentarily, have to fix my 'Net.

Drendar Morevo
23 December 2005, 09:01 PM
Ugly Flight 2 Attacks High Roller
19+16-2+3=36
Hits:4
Damage (7d10x2)
52*2=104
104*4=416
High Roller is a Corellian Engineering Corporation Action VIII Transport
HP: 300 SP: 120 DR: 30
416-120=296
296-120=176
176-120=56
300-56=244 HP Remaining

Washburn Attacks Ugly Flight 1 with Longshot Quad Laser Cannons
17+12-2=27
Hit
48*2=96
96/4=24-10=14
Each fighter of Ugly Flight 1 now has 7 Sheild Points Remaining.

Carrack Cruiser Attacks High Roller with Turbolasers
13+4-0=17
Miss

Ugly Flight 3 Makes move to aquire pursiuit of Bantha Flight 2
19+10=29

Gunship Attacks Solaria with Heavy Double Turbolasers
13+7-0-20
miss

Cloakshape Flight 3 Attacks High Roller with concussion missile launchers.
(36*2=[72)*4=288]
288-120=168
244-168=76 HP Remaining

Interdictor Continues Attack with Gravity Well Projectors on Area, hyperspace travel away is Superceded.

Ugly Flight 1 Rolls for Pursuit of Bantha Flight 1
16+10=26

Round one is Over.

Ash DuQuennes
24 December 2005, 12:33 AM
OOC: Establish Pursuit is an Opposed Check. The lowest Maneuver Modifier in One Flight is +18, with a +5 Circumstance Bonus for a total of +23 before rolling. The lowest in Two Flight is +17, with a +5 Circumstance Bonus for a total of +22 before rolling.

The Uglies banked around in pursuit of Bantha Squadron, their pilots trying desperately to latch onto the weaving Y-Wings



Establish Pursuit Opposed Checks:

Bantha 1: Roll 16, +28 = 42, No Pursuit Established
Bantha 2: Roll 19, +25 = 44, No Pursuit Established
Bantha 3: Roll 8, +25 = 33, No Pursuit Established
Bantha 4: Roll 5, +23 = 28, No Pursuit Established

Bantha 5: Roll 7, +23 = 30, No Pursuit Established
Bantha 6: Roll 11, +22 = 33, No Pursuit Established
Bantha 7: Roll 14, +22 = 36, No Pursuit Established
Bantha 8: Roll 12, +22 = 34, No Pursuit Established

In spite of their efforts, the Uglies were unable to establish the coveted close pursuit position of One and Two Flight. Meanwhile the Bantha gunners had angled their ship's shield to face this new threat before opening up with their ion cannons.



Gunner's Attack Rolls: -8 For Evasive and Attack Speed. All Gunners attack Ugly Flight One.

One Flight: Roll 13, +18 Attack Bonus, +3 Wing Bonus, -8 Penalties = 26. Hit!

Damage 5d10x2
Roll: 9,5,9,4,7 = 34, x2 = 68 points to one ship in Ugly Flight 1

Two Flight: Roll 20. Possible Crit! Confirm? Roll: 5, +14 Attack Bonus, +3 Wing Bonus, -8 Penalties = 14, No Crit.

20 + 14 Attack Bonus, +3 Wing Bonus, -8 Penalties = 29, Two Hits.
Damage 5d10x2 + 5d10x2
Roll: 8,5,9,7,6 = 35, x2 = 70
Roll: 6,8,8,4,7 = 33, x2 = 66

Two ships in Ugly Flight 1 take one hit each for 70 and 66 points, respectively.

Three Flight: Roll 8, +14 Attack Bonus, +3 Wing Bonus, -8 Penalties = 17, Miss!

Drendar Morevo
24 December 2005, 06:50 AM
Results from Round 1.
1 Freighter Destroyed Ugly One
1 Freighter Damaged High Roller
High Roller Restores 47 Shield Points
Uglies 2,3,4 are Ionized Majorly, Sheilds Gone, Laser Cannons Gone
Other Fighters have shield damage restoring 11 points to each fighter damaged that still can.


OOC:Round 2 Has Begun, the Pride and Tempest Squadron will drop out or rather be brought out of Hyperspace by the Interdictor Cruiser. Currently I can only roll Init for the Pride, Rostek, make your call (break by flights, Pairs etc.) and Roll initiative. Absolutely nothing will happen in this thread or the OOC on the 25th of December, call it a christmas truce on GMs ruling.


Now Entering the Arena from Stage Left...
"Alright prepare for a little bump."

"What do you mean sir?"

"Gravity wells lieutennant, they'll pull us out of Hyperspace and right on top of the action, there will just be a bit of a bump when we come out."

the standard red warning light goes off "Dropping Out of Hyperspace, Mass Detected."

"And here we go."


Pride Rolls init 19-0=19

Rostek
24 December 2005, 04:41 PM
Calo's X-Wing reverts to realspace with a sensation much like that of a Juggernaught slamming on the breaks. Organizing himself, the Tempest Squadron leader checks his screen and curses.
Thanks a lot, Teradoc... he thought angrily as he comms the Pride and the squad-
"General, we're in position- Lock S-Foils in attack position and break by pairs, Finger Four. We'll take the I-7s and leave the Uglies to the Bones. Gook luck, and may the Force be with us!" he said, snaprolling his X-Wing down into the fray, drawing a bead on the lead flight of I-7s.

Let's see how talented the Incom Beta Design team was...

(Init: Mod +5 Roll 15= 20)

Mack Jace
28 December 2005, 01:56 PM
Morec was ready to revert to realspace, when he was yanked by some unknown force. Checking his scanner, he saw the Interdictor, and opened up the comm.

Captain, what are we gonna do about that Interdictor? If this turns ugly, we're gonna have a hard time gettin outta here.

Regardless of the Captain's answer, he speaks to his flight.

Aye Captain. Alright, two flight, you heard the boss, lock S-Foils and prepare to get your hands dirty. Seven, you're on me, keep your eyes open and everyone'll be okay.

He locks his S-foils, and follows the Captain's lead, swinging down toward the I-7's.


OOC: Init roll 15 +2 mod= 17

Vanger Chevane
28 December 2005, 02:24 PM
Picking a group away from Lead, but not so far as to be out if reach if they needed to provide or recieve help, "Here we go. Be ready to respond to or call for help if you need it.

Smoothie, get me a scan of those Uglies when you can."

Initiative: 18+9=27

Rostek
28 December 2005, 05:01 PM
Captain, what are we gonna do about that Interdictor? If this turns ugly, we're gonna have a hard time gettin outta here.

Calo smiled as he zeroed in on a flight of I-7s.
"That's why we brought a Star Destroyer with us, Five."

Norseman
29 December 2005, 08:04 AM
As lead rolled toward the action, Crix (and presumably his wing) dove slightly to maintain position above and behind the lead element in proper formation.
"I'm right with you boss." he said waiting for his targeting sensors to pick up a suitable target... or three.

(Init= Mod +6 + Roll 14=20)

Ris
29 December 2005, 05:30 PM
Ja'ma looked over and saw Zarya approaching her x-wing "Hey Zarya, whats up? those modifications you wanted are set, plus I added some "special" mod's that arent on the books."
Zarya started as her Weapons Tech spoke to her. "Sorry, Ja'ma--thinking about the mission," she forced a smile. "So you've already got the Big Plans to optimize my cannons ready? And still managed to fix my 'feet?'" she gestured at the X's landing gear. "Great! We'll go over your mod ideas when this is over. Now, how's the preflight?" She walked around the snub with the Twi'lek and her crew chief before climbing into the cockpit. Nearby, Jaster did the same, still with a boyish dream-come-true look on his features. Catching his eye, she gives him a thumbs-up. Just then, Vooko called his flight together for a "briefing."

"Watch yourselves and each other Out There, keep an eye out for surprises. Odds are we won't know what we're facing till were in the middle of it. We may have to break from normal assignments and tactics as things develop, so stay flexible...and alive."
"Aye, aye, Sir," Zarya gives him one of Those winks, the one that says how much he means to her, that she will always be there for him--and knows he's there for her. She knows--the one good to come of the attack in her quarters--that Terent will also keep her back. She can only trust that the other Tempests will watch each other's backs so well. As she intends to be there for them--especially Jaster.


"Alright, boys and girls, you know the drill already. Your backseaters have the jump proceedures and coordnates down, all you have to do is get on the proper vector and we won't have a problem...
"Prep your ECMs and set your inertial comps, then divert power to your shields. Uglies may be easy kills, but there are a lot of them, and their guns will kill you just as dead as a Star Destroyer's. I want you to be on your watch, as always, since we're going to be diving into the action as soon as we lock S-Foils."
Zarya listened to Calo's instructions. Just as she reached for the controls, S'Mertay brought the ECM online and a query about the compensator setting. "Point nine-five, sweetie, just like last time. And get me all the extra power you can to shields. We're gonna need it." She commed Jaster. "Good to go, Ten? Don't forget to let 11 know."
He promptly comms their flight leader. "Eleven, Ten. Four lit & ready to fly."
Zarya, her eager smile clear in her voice, informs her brother, "Eleven, Nine. I've got 4 lit & all in the green. Ready to launch, Big Bro!"


Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
Count on Vooko to always have something good in the player. She listens to the music during the jump, letting it distract her, keep her mind off her troubles. Until it's interrupted by a squeal from S'Mertay a step and a half lower than an R2's! It sounds almost like "Sithspawn! Bloody hells!"
Scrolling onto her HUD, "Grav Mass ALERT! Hyperspace Jump Abort!"
Before the young pilot can even read past "ALERT!" her snub is "impacting" something! Zarya gasps as the Exxie reverts. OW! I don't think I hit as hard on that deadstick landing! And there's nothing solid! It didn't sound that bad in all the stories! But Calo's orders come over the comm just then.

Lock S-Foils in attack position and break by pairs, Finger Four. We'll take the I-7s and leave the Uglies to the Bones. Gook luck, and may the Force be with us!"
"Copy, Lead." Zarya toggles the actuator switch and the foils open up, as she instructs her wingman, "Ten, 9. We're following 11--there's enough Howlers for the 4 of us. Keep close to me & may the Force be with you."
"Understood Tempest 9, Locking S-Foils to Attack Position."
The 3 remaining elements of 3 Flight peel off behind Vooko. Zarya Zeelas hears her brother's orders, "Here we go. Be ready to respond to or call for help if you need it." "Copy, Eleven." She sees a pair of Howlers in the group Vooko designated and has her droid transmit the designations to Jaster and his droid. "I'll take the lead--you take the wing!"
"Nine, Ten--I copy!"
**********
OOC: Zarya's init = 12 (roll) + 3 (mod) = 15. Jaster's init = 16 + 2 = 18, per Drendar.

Drendar Morevo
30 December 2005, 02:26 PM
"Cap, Tempest 4 here, S-Foils in attack Position"

Init Roll 10+2=12

"Tempest 7 In position, going to attack"

Init roll 13+2=15

"Tempest 8 Ready and Rarin"

Init Roll 16+2=18

"Tempest 12, Locked in and ready"

Init Roll 17+2=19

Drendar Morevo
31 December 2005, 06:15 PM
OOC: Vanger, you actually have the Highest Init, whatever you do comes before all below.

"Well well, looks like we have

Visitors, let give them a warm

welcome."


Cloakshape Flight 2 Attacks

Washburn with Concussion

Missile Launchers
Rolls 7+8+4=19 HIT
Damage36*2=72
-30=42
38 SP left on Washburn

I-7 Flight 3 Attacks Y-Wing flight 3
4+13+4=21 MISS

I-7 Flight 1 Attacks T-Wing Flight 1
19+13+4=36
HITs: 3
DMG: 26*2=52

OOC: Everyone else, in order now. Ash, I believe its time for your three flights to make their run. Tempest Lead and Tempest Three will also make attacks somewhere in there. This will get really messy.

Vanger Chevane
31 December 2005, 07:36 PM
Coming around a friendly ship's hull and catching a flight of Howlrunners setting up for some attack run, before Smoothie can even put up on the HUD what their designation is, Vooko snaps "Fire. Break and engage at will, don't stray too far." while tightening up on his target and trigger, the ruby shafts of destruction punctating his orders.

With a deadly look in his eye and dangerous smirk on his face, Playtime's over 'Rats. Tempest is here and you're out in the weather.


OOC: 1st strike 15 + 16 Base Attack Total (TPTCBN) = 31.
Damage = 46 thx to Designated Real Dice Roller of the Moment Terras. :D

Ash DuQuennes
1 January 2006, 10:44 AM
One Flight's Actions

Before Ash could turn Bantha back towards the gunships, a flight of I-7s came screeching in from nowhere and raked his after shields.


I-7 Damage to One Flight is 52 points per hit, 1 hit.

B1: 200 SP (angled) - 42 Damage (Shield DR 10) = 158 shield points remaining.


OOC: Drendar, One Flight's Defense is 34 (35 against Howlrunners) per previous post's Starship Dodge, and evasive maneuvers, giving them only one hit on One Flight

As Ash banked One Flight around to line up his attack run on the Corellian Gunship, he cancelled out his flight's evasive maneuvers to give his gunners a better shot, and his gunners went to work on the pesky Howlrunners.

One Flight's Gunner's Attacks


One Flight Gunners attack. I-7 Flight #1's Defense is 26, Gunner's Attack Bonus is +16, w/ +3 Wing Bonus, total +19.

B1: Roll 16, + 19 = 35, 4 Hits!
Damage: Roll 34, x2 = 68 pts. ion damage per ship.
I-7 Shields = 40 (DR 10)
68 - 10 = 58, - 40 = 18 pts ion damage applied to hull, I-7 Flight #1 Superficially Ionized, DC 10 Repair.

Meanwhile, the pilots concentrated on the Gunship, aquiring target lock and loosing their torpedoes as they headed back into the fight, while their gunners, finished with their attacks, redistributed shield energy, and Squeaker went to work repairing The Meanstreak's shield damage.

One Flight's Torpedo Attacks vs. Gunship


Torpedo Lock is automatic, One Flight's Torpedo Quality is Superior +15, firing Heavy Torpedoes. Gunship's Defense is 19.

B1 Torpedo Attack: Roll 8, + 15 = 23 Hit!
B2 Torpedo Attack: Roll 8, + 15 = 23 Hit!
B3 Torpedo Attack: Roll 18, + 15 = 33, Hit!
B4 Torpedo Attack: Roll 12, + 15 = 27, Hit!

Damage is 11d10x2
B1 Damage: Roll 65, x2 = 130
B2 Damage: Roll 63, x2 = 126
B3 Damage: Roll 58, x2 = 116
B4 Damage: Roll 70, x2 =140

Gunship Shields = 230 (DR 40), Hull = 460 (DR 40)
B1: 130 - 40 = 90; 230 - 90 = 140
B2: 126 - 40 = 86, 140 - 86 = 54
B3: 116 - 40 = 76, 54 - 75 = -22; Hull DR absorbs excess
B4: 140 - 40 = 100; 460 - 100 = 360 Hull Points remaining on the Gunship.

One Flight's Crew & Astromech Actions



B1 Gunner: Redistribute Shield Energy, 158 pts. remaining, redistributed = 79 pts.
Squeaker Shield Repair Rolls (Computer Use + 11)
Roll 1: 14, + 11 = 25 for 2d4 pts. restored; Roll 5, + 79 = 84 Shield Points
Roll 2: 10, + 11 = 21 for 2d4 pts. restored, Roll 7, + 84 = 91 Shield Points

One Flight's Defense drops back to 31, 32 vs. pursuing Flight Leaders (Starship Dodge Defense Bonus)

Two Flight's Actions

Puck also steadied his flight out while he waited a few heartbeats for his gunners to fire up the hapless I-7 flight which had attacked his squadron commander, before banking two flight back around into the fight and lining up his flight for their crack at the Gunship.

Two Flight's Gunner's Attacks


Two Flight Gunners attack. I-7 Flight #1's Defense is now 22 (Ionized), Gunner's Attack Bonus is +12, w/ +3 Wing Bonus, total +15.

B5: Roll 14, + 15 = 29, 3 Hits!
Damage: Roll 30, x2 = 60, x3 = 180 pts. ion damage, /4 = 45 pts per ship.
45 + 18 (previous ion damage from One Flight) = 63 pts. ion damage per ship
Each ship in I-7 Flight #1 Majorly Ionized, DC 25 to Repair.

Two Flight's Torpedo Attack's vs. Gunship

Puck brough Two Flight around slightly behind One Flight, aquired target lock on the seriously frakked Gunship, and loosed his flight's torpedoes.


Torpedo Lock is automatic, Two Flight's Torpedo Quality is Average +10, firing Standard Torpedoes. Gunship's Defense is 19.

B5 Torpedo Attack: Roll 14, + 10 = 24, Hit!
B6 Torpedo Attack: Roll 12, + 10 = 22, Hit!
B7 Torpedo Attack: Roll 8, + 10 = 18, Miss!
B8 Torpedo Attack: Roll 11, + 10 = 21, Hit!

Damage is 10d10x2
B5 Damage: Roll 50, x2 = 100
B6 Damage: Roll 58, x2 = 116
B8 Damage: Roll 60, x2 = 120

Gunship Hull = 360 (DR 40)
B5: 100 - 40 = 60; 360 - 60 = 300
B6: 116 - 40 = 76, 300 - 76 = 224;
B8: 120 - 40 = 80, 224 - 80 = 144 Hull Points remaining on Gunship;

Roll Damage from B6 hit. (1d20 + 6): Roll 17, + 6 = 23, Gunship's Stabilizer Damaged (-2 Attacks, -2 Pilot Checks)
Roll Damage from B8 hit. (1d20 + 80): Roll 7, + 80 = 87, Gunship's Hyperdrive Critically Damaged, Primary Hyperdrive Ceases to Function.

Watching the secondary explosions ripple across the Gunship's hull as his flight's torpedoes impacted, Puck smiled grimly, opened the "Guard" channel and said in a dead-level calm voice, "Now it's our turn to get some. You frakheads are sooo humped. Three Flight, finish 'em off."

Two Flight's Crew & Astromech Actions



B5 Gunner: Redistribute Shield Energy, 120 pts. remaining, redistributed = 60 pts.
B6 Gunner: Redistribute Shield Energy, 30 pts. remaining, redistributed = 15 pts.
B6 R2 Shield Repair Rolls (Computer Use +11)
Roll 1: 14, + 11 = 25 for 2d4 pts. restored; Roll 4, + 15 = 19 Shield Points
Roll 2: 16, + 11 = 27 for 2d4 pts. restored, Roll 7, + 19 = 26 Shield Points
B7 Gunner: Redistribute Shield Energy, 120 pts. remaining, redistributed = 60 pts.
B8 Gunner: Redistribute Shield Energy, 28 pts. remaining, redistributed = 14 pts.
B8 R2 Shield Repair Rolls (Computer Use +11)
Roll 1: 14, + 11 = 25 for 2d4 pts. restored, Roll 4, + 14 = 18 Shield Points
Roll 2: 19, + 11 = 30 for 3d4 pts. restored, Roll 8, + 18 = 26 Shield Points

Two Flight's Defense drops back to 26, 27 vs. pursuing Flight Leaders (Starship Dodge Defense Bonus)

Three Flight's Actions

Lt. Kre'ok watched Two Flight peel off and bank around back into the fight as he assessed the remaining fighters pursuing Bantha Squadron. Seeing the massive amounts of ion energy arcing across the four Howleunners, and the severely depleted flight of Uglies in the same condition, he opened his flight's push and ordered, "Gunners, shift fire to the unengaged flight of Uglies!" Obediently, four pairs of ion cannons tracked around to the remaining full flight of Uglies still pursuing (or attempting to, anyway) Bantha Squadron.

Three Flight's Gunner's Attacks


Three Flight Gunners attack. Uglies' Flight #3 Defense is 26 (IIRC), Gunner's Attack Bonus is +12, w/ +3 Wing Bonus, total +15.

B 9: Roll 17, + 15 = 32, 3 Hits!
Damage: Roll 27, x2 = 54, x3 = 162 pts. ion damage, /4 = 40 pts. ion damage per ship.

OOC: Drendar, I'm going to let you figure out how much damage Three Flight's Gunner's did to Ugly Flight #3, as I'm not sure of their shield status. Remember, Ion Damage ignores Hull DR, but not Shiled DR.

Satisfied with what damage his flight's gunners could do to the Uglies, Lt. Kre'ok banked Three Flight around after Two Flight and commenced their torpedo run on the damaged Gunship.

Three Flight's Torpedo Attacks vs. Gunship


Torpedo Lock is automatic, Three Flight's Torpedo Quality is Average +10, firing Standard Torpedoes. Gunship's Defense is 19.

B09 Torpedo Attack: Roll 20, Possible Crit! Confirm? Roll: 15, +10 = 25, Confirmed!
B10 Torpedo Attack: Roll 11, +10 = 21, Hit!
B11 Torpedo Attack: Roll 12, +10 = 22, Hit!
B12 Torpedo Attack: Roll 17, +10 = 27, Hit!

Damage is 10d10x2
B09 Damage: 48, x2 = 96
B10 Damage: 46, x2 = 92
B11 Damage: 62, x2 = 124
B12 Damage: 71, x2 = 142

Gunship Hull at 144 pts.
B09: 144 - 96 = 48
B10: 92 - 40 = 52, 48 - 52 = -4
B11: 124 - 40 = 84, -4 - 84 = -88
B12: 142 - 40 = 102, -88 - 102 = -190

The Gunship flexed and buckled under the merciless hammer of Three Flight's torpedoes, with secondary explosions rippling through its hull, before exploding catastrophically. Lt. Kre'ok, finally getting into the spirit of Bantha Squadron, opened the "Guard" push and informed the pirates/Imperials, "You've just been Boned. Want some more? 'Cause there's plenty more where that came from!"

Three Flight's Crew & Astromech Actions



B09 Gunner: Redistribute Shield Energy, 120 pts. remaining, redistributed = 60 pts.
B10 Gunner: Redistribute Shield Energy, 84 pts. remaining, redistributed = 42 pts.
B10 R2 Shield Repair Rolls (Computer Use +11)
Roll 1: 14, + 11 = 25 for 2d4 pts. restored; Roll 5, + 42 = 47 Shield Points
Roll 2: 18, + 11 = 29 for 2d4 pts. restored, Roll 4, + 47 = 51 Shield Points
B11 Gunner: Redistribute Shield Energy, 84 pts. remaining, redistributed = 42 pts.
B11 R2 Shield Repair Rolls (Comnputer Use +11)
Roll 1: 12, + 11 = 23 for 2d4 pts. restored, Roll 4, + 42 = 48 Shield Points
Roll 2: 20, + 11 = 31 for 3d4 pts. restored, Roll 7, + 48 = 55 Shield Points
B12 Gunner: Redistribute Shield Energy, 86 pts. remaining, redistributed = 43 pts.
B12 R2 Shield Repair Rolls (Computer Use +11)
Roll 1: 18, + 11 = 27 for 2d4 pts. restored, Roll 3, + 43 = 46 Shield Points
Roll 2: 13, + 11 = 24 for 2d4 pts. restored, Roll 8, + 46 = 54 Shield Points

Three Flight's Defense drops back to 26, 27 vs. pursuing Flight Leaders (Starship Dodge Defense Bonus)

OOC: Bantha Actions took place on initiative counts 21, 20, & 19. Any "ties" with enemy ships probably go to Bantha due to higher Initiative Modifiers (+7). I'm done for this round, less any "contested actions" (such as attempts to "Aquire Pursuit" by remaining enemy fighters still behind Bantha, should they pursue.

Edit: numerous typos held over from too many Cut & Paste functions.

Edit 2: corrected more typos. I hope no one is confusing the "pts." abbreviation for "points" with the "pts." abbreviation for "pints."

Drendar Morevo
1 January 2006, 04:25 PM
OOC: Tempest Leader, Tempest Three, Tempest Two and Tempest Twelve will all attack, in that order. After Rostek and Norseman make their attacks I will roll for 2 and twelve, unless Rostek is willing to roll for his wingman... Oh and Ash, even after your Edited for Typos thing, you still stated that the gunships Hull was rated in Liquid Measure, Pints I believe.

Rostek
1 January 2006, 05:21 PM
Calo fires off a missile into the oncoming flight (Designated Flight One on the sensor board), a move which is copied to perfection by K'zk, who Calo has rapidly begun to be comfortable with as a wingman.
The blue streaks found their target and burst within the flight, impacting and possibly collapsing the shields on the units.


(Calo- Attk 15 + Roll 14= 29 HIT.
Damage:
2
3
3
4
4
6
7
8
8= 90 damage)

(K'zk- Attk 12 + 17= 29 HIT.
Damage
2
2
3
3
3
3
8
8
10= 84 damage)

Norseman
3 January 2006, 11:42 AM
Crix follows Lead and Two into the fray, and locks on to the lead flight of I-7s.
"Still with me Four?" he asks, waiting, then getting, good tone on the lead craft and firing his torpedo.

(Attack Roll 15 + 12= 27 HIT!
Damage=
2
2
4
4
5
6
7
8
10
49x2= 96 damage!)

Drendar Morevo
3 January 2006, 03:27 PM
Tempest Twelve also moves on I-7 3 Flight
Attack Roll 16+12=28 HIT
5
6
8
7
2
4
5
6
4
47*2=94
--------------------------------
94/4=23
23-10=13 Dmg per I-7
90/4=22
22-10=12 Dmg per I-7
84/4=21
21-10=11 Dmg per I-7
96/4=24
24-10=14 Dmg per I-7
46/4=11
11-10=1 Dmg per I-7
Total = 51
40-51=-11
11-10=1
Shields Down on all 3 Flight I-7s
Plus 1 Hull Point of Damage

Drendar Morevo
3 January 2006, 07:43 PM
High Roller Attacks Ugly Flight 1with Longshot Quad Laser Cannons
17+10=27 HIT
39*2=78
78/2=39
39-10=29 to Ugly 1 and Ugly 2

Solaria attacks Ugly Flight 1 with Longshot Quad Laser Cannons
19+10=29 HIT
45*2=90
90/2=45
45-10=35 to Ugly 1 and Ugly 2

I-7 Flight 2 Attacks Tempest Twelve
17+13=30 3 Hits
36*2=72
+120+120=282-10=272-50=222-10=212-150=-62
Tempest Twelve just bit the dust.

Washburn Attacks Ugly Flight 1 with longshot quad laser cannons
20+10=30 CRIT.THREAT 17+10=27 CONFIRMED
244*2=88-10=78
Ugly 2 is no more.

Pride of Corellia attacks Interdictor Cruiser with Assault Concussion Missile Launchers
15+2=17 HIT
79*5=395
395-50=345-300=45-50=-5
Shields are Down on Interdictor

Tempest 10 Attacks I-7 Flight 3 with protons
16+14=30 HIT
75*2=150/4=37-10=27 per fighter
92 Hull Left on each I-7 flight 3

Tempest 5 attacks I-7 flight 3 with protons
20+14=34 CRITICAL THREAT 12+14=26 Confirmed
63*2=126/4=31-10=21 per fighter
71 Hull left on each I-7 in flight 3

Carrack CruiserAttacks Pride of Corellia with Turbolasers
13+4=17 HIT
28*5=140-50=90-330=240 SP remaining.

Drendar Morevo
5 January 2006, 05:19 PM
Tempest 8 attacks I-7 Flight 3 with Protons
13+14=27=HIT
1+7+5+8+5+6+7+2+5=46*2=92
96/4=24-10=14damage per fighter
57 Hull left on each I-7 in Flight 3.

I-7 flight 2 attacks Tempest 10
9+13+4=26 2 HIts
31*2=62+160=222 damage
222-10=212-50=162-10=152-150=-2Hull Points

"Tempest Ten to squadron, my crate is falling apart around me! Ejecting!"

Cloakshape Flight 3 Attacks Solaria with Concussion missiles
13+8=21 HIT
38*2=76
76-30=46-250=204SP left on Solaria.

Ugly Flight 3 Moeves to escort Position on Interdictor.

Tempest Nine, Ris, Youre up.

Ris
5 January 2006, 06:27 PM
With a deadly look in his eye and dangerous smirk on his face, 'Playtime's over 'Rats. Tempest is here and you're out in the weather!"
"Eleven, 9--you've a way with words, Big Bro!" She was pretty sure Vook didn't realize that he'd spoken the taunt aloud. "Shoulda been a poet, huh?" Even a she teases her twin, Zarya is arming her torpedoes, ready to send them to the Howler flight designated "Two." She notes the flight of Jaster's pair. "Ten, 9--way to go!"

Before she can get hers off, she sees the Howlers target her wingman--and hears his last transmission.

Tempest Ten to squadron, my crate is falling apart around me! Ejecting!"
Oh no! All the hells, NO! She thinks as Jazz's canopy blows and he is rocketed out and away from the Exxie's remains. But Zarya keeps her calm, as she sends her torps on their way. She recalls her deadstick landing in that one prototype skiff a few years before, and the business-as-usual voices of the Team Tancredi people over the comm. If they'd sounded panicked, Zarya wasn't sure how good she'd have done bringing the crippled skiff down.

******* OOC: Torps vs. I-7 Flt. 2: 14 (roll) + 18 (per TPTCBN) = 32
Damage = 2 (9d10) = 59*2= 118
118/4 - 10DR = 19 / Howler in 2 flt. per Drendar *********

As Jaster floats, he hears his wing's calm-sounding voice. "Copy, Ten--the shuttle will grab you in just a few seconds--I'll keep the Rats off you." She switched back to the Tempest channel. "Vallon, Tempest 9. Get over here to 951 mark 22 & pick up Ten. Right now."

Rostek
6 January 2006, 07:35 PM
As Jaster floats, he hears his wing's calm-sounding voice. "Copy, Ten--the shuttle will grab you in just a few seconds--I'll keep the Rats off you." She switched back to the Tempest channel. "Vallon, Tempest 9. Get over here to 951 mark 22 & pick up Ten. Right now

"This is Tempest Lead, belay that order- all rescue units stand by until Sector 7 is clear of enemy units. Mark those coordnates and hold for 60 seconds- if you're not clear by then you're at Control's discretion.
Hang in there 10... we won't leave you- stay calm, conserve your air and rub your chest and your limbs will take care of themselves..
Three flight- redeploy to position 3 where Two flight can cover you." Calo said emotionlessly. As much as he ached to send in the rescue units immidietely to maximize 10's survival odds, he couldn't justify sending a shuttle into a raging furball. He had already lost two pilots in that mess, and wasn't about to throw another ship into the fray while there was still a great likelyhood of .
"Portion of enemy fighters are redeploying to screen the capships. Press your our advantage and take the stragglers still tangling with the frieghters and Bones." he added, swiftly turning his ship to face the enemy.

Vanger Chevane
7 January 2006, 08:48 PM
Vooko resists the urge to punch the console as his wing is vaped & Jaster forced to eject almost within the same second.

Vooko & Zarya pair up instinctively, and start moving with a familiarity that only comes from years of common experience.


"Three flight- redeploy to position 3 where Two flight can cover you."
"Portion of enemy fighters are redeploying to screen the capships. Press your our advantage and take the stragglers still tangling with the frieghters and Bones."
With frustration, sadness, and pain bleeding into his voice despite the typical Republic Snub Comm Distortion, "Copy Lead. Ten EV, Twelve KIA, engaged with four, repeat four, hit but hot Howlers.

May be totally defensive, unable to reach Two Flight. Need some help here."

Rostek
7 January 2006, 09:13 PM
Originally posted by Vanger Chevane
"Copy Lead. Ten EV, Twelve KIA, engaged with four, repeat four, hit but hot Howlers.

May be totally defensive, unable to reach Two Flight. Need some help here."

"Roger- moving to engage your spares." Calo said- adjusting his angle to zero in on Three Flight's former targets.
"Two flight, you're closer, engage I-7 Flight Designated "FL2", I'll be there in under 10 seconds to deal with the rest." Calo said.

(OOC: One Flight should use a stunt to vector in on I-7 Flight Two, whereever they are. This technically occurs at the start of the next round, but it might as well be done now, since it's a free action.
In any case- Kno: Tactics roll may be required since I'm giving orders).

Uron Teff
8 January 2006, 02:37 AM
The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.
Das Buch
After the leave of the X-Wing squadron Patrick turns and walks – as allways on flight missions – to the so called holding area to await instructions.
Only one deck above the flight deck the holding area is placed in near reach for new pilots if the case occurs that a X-wing is pilotless. May the pilot have died from suffocation or a neural shock, the space craft is still capable of being maned a second time. And this was their job. Waiting for instructions. Instructions telling them that they can get down on the flight deck maning a shuttle or even better... a X-wing. But there is a second reason why they are here. Maning the shuttles for rescue mission. They are assigned as the clean-up team collecting everything whatever is left from the space craft and its pilot.



[Voice] All pilots to their designated shuttles. I repeat: ALL pilots to their designated shuttles. Make immediately pre-flight preperations.


The first few second after the voice has faded there is still silence in the holding area. There is no word spoken. There is no movement in the room. Only a deep and intensive silence. Everybody knows what this means. One pilot was down. This is no excercise – not that this was ever interpreted as an excercise. This is the brutal reality in the war against... against who are they fighting? Some impirial leftovers?
As the first noise – the noise of a boot moving on the ground – breaks the silence Priest’s mind focus on the moment and their job. They have to get to their shuttles and get the fallen pilots. Or at least get whatever of the ship is still in working order.
Within a glimpse of a second the whole room was standing and heading towards their locker to make the last adjustment on their flightsuits. Needless to say that Priest is prepare for this kind of mission but there is still a part of him asking Is this the right path to get revenge? Is there something like revenge?
As he and the other pilots run down the corridor they are heading towards the turbo lift. There was only one deck between them and the flight deck. Only few meters. Only a few seconds till they reach their shuttles.
This few seconds later Priest is moving through the flight deck towards his shuttle. He knew for sure that the shuttle he is searching for stands where he has left it. Right around that ship there. As he rushes around the last meter his view falls on the grey Lambda shuttle infront of him. Sarah is her name.

[Priest] There you are my beauty.

Jogging the few meters to his designated ship his view falls upon some minor hull damages repaired after their last mission weeks back. Everything looks alright. I hope that this is quick in and quick out mission...
Walking up the lowered entrence ramp his mind was working on the pre-flight preparations. As he enters the cockpit of the Lambda shuttle his co-pilot Dace Gara sits behind the shield and energy controls adjusting them the last time. Checking his cronometer Priest notices that it took him two minutes to get down to the shuttle. Thirty seconds less than last time. But Dace is and was here before him. With a smile on his face he addresses Dace.

[Priest] Once again, Dace. How many time has the Flight Boss told you not to sleep in the shuttles, uh?

The co-pilot turns instantly an takes an grave look at Patrick. Without the need of further words Prist knows what this means. The joking and kidding co-pilot known as Dace Gara has lost his humor to the gravitude of the situation. There were paople dying out there. Their people were dying.

[Prist] Okay, what’s the status of our fighter?
[Dace] At this point we’ve got one Bantha down, Boss.

Not hesitating Priest moves to the lest of his co-pilot and sits down immediatly checking the controls and instruments. Fuel is good. Energy level 1% above normal. How the heck did he manage to do this?

[Priest] Get those Blaster Canons online. And don’t forget the Laser Cannons.
[Dace] Consider it as done, Boss.

With pre-flight preparations done Priest opens the intercom calling the Flight Control for permission to start.

[Priest] Flight Control this is Emergency shuttle Sarah requesting immediate clearance for take off.
[Flight Control] This is Flight Control. Lambda shuttle Sarah you’re ready for take off. Clearance given. Do you copy?
[Priest] Copy that, Flight Control. Emergency shuttle Sarah is on her way.

With a movement of his left hand Priest initializes the repulsor lift engines on the rear side of the shuttle. Moving the shuttle towards the air lock energy field Priest view falls upon the light outside in the outer space. Flashing red and green lights flying from one side to another. All of a sudden the intercom awakes.

[Flight Control] Sarah this is Flight Control. Your exit-vector is Two-Three-Zero-Four. I repeat: Exit-vector Two-Three-Zero-Four. Keep your head down boys there’s a lot of fire out there.
[Priest] Got it, exit-vector Two-Three-Zero-Four. Sarah over and out.
[Flight Control] May the Force be with you.

The intercom conversation ends with static crackle as quick as it has started. Empowering the shields with full energy Priest slowly starts to move the shuttle outwards.
With enemy fire still flashing in contrast to the usual black of the space, the whole scene looked like a huge fire work. The only difference is that this is no ordinary firework. It is a firework called War where men and women die.
With this in mind Priest takes a swift view at Dace. He’s cool as always. I guess he can handle it. And concentrates back on the shuttles controls as their shuttle leaves the safe flight deck of the Pride.
Staying within the shield coverage of the Pride Priest turns the ship slightly in order to hit the first mark of their vector as the intercom starts to brabble once again.


[Zarya] Vallon, Tempest 9. Get over here to 951 mark 22 & pick up Ten. Right now.

Darn! This is at the other end of the fighting area. This will be a nice trip. Ignoring their old vector Priest handles to fly the shuttle inside the shielding coverage of the Pride as long as possible before he and Sarah leave the protective area around the huge Victory Star Destroyer.

[Priest] Dace, keep your eye on everything out there. I want to know what is behind me. And angle those shiels for me, will ya?
[Dace] Aye, Boss.

Concentrating back on the task laying infront of the two men silence arises again in the shuttle. With his hand working on the controls his mind realizes that this would be easier if the whole crew of four people was aboard and dealing with their consoles. Instantly and as a preparation for the tasks lying infront of them Priest begins to pray. Oh holy Mother, lay thy strenght in the two of use for letting us be the sword of your vengeance. Holy Mother, rest your guiding hand in my for I will be arm of your vengeance. At the end of his prayer the Squad intercom arises once more with Tempest Lead commanding.


[Calo] This is Tempest Lead, belay that order- all rescue units stand by until Sector 7 is clear of enemy units. Mark those coordnates and hold for 60 seconds- if you're not clear by then you're at Control's discretion.
Hang in there 10... we won't leave you- stay calm, conserve your air and rub your chest and your limbs will take care of themselves..
Three flight- redeploy to position 3 where Two flight can cover you.

Obeying this order Priest pulls the shuttle back, away from the dog fights and the big ships.

[Priest] Okay Funny Man, now count to sixty.
[Dace] If this is your wish, Boss...
[Priest] Ah, just drop it. I count... 15. 16. 17- frag that!

Priest finger run over the controls of the shuttle managing to get everything read for the rescue mission. With his right hand he opens the intercom to the squadron.

[Priest] Tempest Squaron, this is Emergency Evac Shuttle Sarah. Consider Tempest Ten as saved. We’re only a click away. We’ll get him a soon as possible.


------------------------
OOC:

-2 on all checks due to the lack of two additional crew members
Initiative: 15 (roll) + 2 (size) + 2 (DexMod) – 2 = 17
Accelerate the ship to Attack Speed: 18 (roll) + 10 – 2 = 26
Enhance Ability: 4 (roll) + 2 = 6 :=> +2 to Dexterity
Enhance Senses: 18 (roll) + 4 = 22 :=> +6 to Listen, Search Sense Motive and Spot checks
Defense: 10 (armor) + 2 (Size) + 2 (DexMod) + 10 (base) + 1 (EnhAbilityBonus) = 25
Maneuver: 2 (Size) + 10 (Pilot) + 1 (EnhAbilityBonus) -2 = 11
Vitality Points: 15 - 3 (EnhAbility) - 3 (EnhSenses) = 9

Priest, Dace and the shuttle Sarah will get engaged in the next round. This’ll be for now...

EDIT
Forgot to add the Enhance Ability bonus to the Defense of Sarah.

Drendar Morevo
8 January 2006, 02:29 PM
"Two flight, you're closer, engage I-7 Flight Designated "FL2", I'll be there in under 10 seconds to deal with the rest."

"Tempest Seven to lead, locked in."


Tempest Seven Attacks I-7 flight 2 with proton torpedoes
18+14=32 HIT
59*2=118
118/4=29(RD)-10=19 damage to each 2 Flight I-7's shields.

OOC: Cold you're up.

Ris
8 January 2006, 04:55 PM
Originally posted by Vanger Chevane:
"Copy Lead. Ten EV, Twelve KIA, engaged with four, repeat four, hit but hot Howlers. May be totally defensive, unable to reach Two Flight. Need some help here."
Zarya has been so focused on her wingman, Jazz, that only now does it register that it was her borther's wing who made the Final Jump. Poor Vook, she thinks, wincing at the pained voice. Zarya gracefully takes her position with her twin, as she comms him, "Eleven, Nine. I'm your wing. I'm right here--always." The pilot notes S'Mertay's update on her HUD that he is diverting more power to shields.


Originally posted by Rostek:
"This is Tempest Lead, belay that order- all rescue units stand by until Sector 7 is clear of enemy units...
"Roger- moving to engage your spares." Calo said- adjusting his angle to zero in on Three Flight's former targets.
Zarya fumes silently at the delay--but she knows Calo is right. Zarya tells her droid resignedly, "Get me another lock."


Priest: "Tempest Squaron, this is Emergency Evac Shuttle Sarah. Consider Tempest Ten as saved. We’re only a click away. We’ll get him as soon as possible."
Zarya is relieved by the message. "Copy, Sarah...Ten, Nine. see ya back on Pride. I'll vape a couple more for you!" She hopes her words and Vallon's give Jazz the strength to hang on those few more seconds. He's not responded to me or Calo. Hope he wasn't hurt when his snub bought it.

******
OOC: Drendar, Cold told me he'd be away this weekend, so it'll probably be tomorrow before he can post.

coldskier0320
9 January 2006, 01:17 PM
As Six dropped out of hyperspace, he calmly told Jane, "Standard setup, ECMs, lower apparent G, power to lasers, you know the drill."

[OOC: jane

ECM: Take 10, +2 to Defense
Grav: Take 10, +1 to pilot
Starship power Override: Take 10, +1d10x2 to lasers.]

When the Show started, Six was careful to stick with his less-experienced wing, even allowing him to take first licks so that Terent could stay with HIM, rather than the other way around. As they vectored into range of the third flight of I-7s, his wing spoke up,

"Six! Where are you?!"

"Right here kid, stay tight and don't go anywhere I can't follow and you'll be absolutely fine. Allright, here they come, look sharp. Get a lock, and your astro will pipe it into my HUD. Get one and stick with him, I'll cover you."

"10-4. Hey! I got a lock! I'm on him!"

"Okay, stick close to me, let's move in."

After that, the poodoo had hit the ventilator rather quickly. As expected, the I-7 in question had ducked through a bandit fire pattern from one of his heavies. Despite Terent's repeated order to pull back, the novice pilot had plunged ahead, somehow squirting through the dense pattern more or less in one piece.

Terent, having no desire to scrap his ship, had veered off, attempting to pick up the trail on the opposite site of the pattern, but before he could, the rest of the I-7 flight was upon him, forcing him into evasive maneuvers and eventually putting him on the tail of one of them.

Yeah, that's right, Jocko. I'm a little more than you bargained for. I'm used to flying solo, cause in the TIEs, your wing is usually gone within the first ten seconds of combat. You might beat up on my wing, hell, you might even toast him, but I doubt you got what it takes to get into me!

With a determined grin, Terent wrenched his madly protesting stick back into a corner, flipping the little craft up and over itself. Pulling hard again, face held somewhere between a sneer and a maniacal grin, he arced to the other side of his target's vulnerability cone, forcing him to turn back to his people's chunk of space, as well as back toward the rest of his flight, or else give Terent a broadside shot on the largest profile of the ship: the dorsal side. This was Terent's element, one on one amidst a sea of mechanical carnage, focused on his target, whoever it may be.

Just like a pet on a leash, the I-7 turned, still offering Terent only the tiny stern profile, even as he skittered away madly, back toward his comrades. Spattering fire at the little ship's ass-end, Terent was rewarded with a few minor impacts and a faint vapor trail. Encouraging, but not good enough for a kill.

[OOC: Attack: 11 (roll) + 18 = 29
Dmg (8d10x2, 2 fire-links and power override): (5+10+4+1+8+7+4+6) * 2 = 90/4 = 22.5 damage per fighter in I-7 Flt. 3]

The comrades of this pilot, in turn, must have been shot up already, as they looped around to head back toward their formation right along with the one Terent had been on.

Now, screaming across a fairly quiet section of the battlefield, Terent finds himself the lone pursuer of an entire flight of I-7s. And, as much as he'd enjoy relating the story, he realized it wasn't exactly a healthy position to be in. Getting on the comm, Terent calls out,

"Tempest Six to friendlies, I've been seperated from my element but I've got a flight of banged up Howlers on the run! Headed for bandit four-eighteen at vector two-two-six mark one-seven! Don't let me get four easy kills alone!"

Drendar Morevo
10 January 2006, 06:35 PM
Tempest Four attacks i-7 Flight 2 as per Leads orders.
19+14=33 HIT
65*2=130
130/4=32
32-10=22 damage per Flight 2 I-7

Interdictor Cruiser contiues with gravity wells.


2 Fighters remaining in Ugly Flight veering off to defend Interdictor.

Time for round three, you know who you are.

Vanger Chevane
12 January 2006, 02:08 PM
"Eleven, Nine. I'm your wing. I'm right here--always."
Clamping down on his emotions - Deal with it later. Focus on your Game now so there is one - his voice comes out flat "Roger Nine, and thanks."

Switching weapons to torps & rolling just under one of the Howlers, kicking in the repulsors bounces that one off its line (and hopefully out of control) while the bump slows him down fractionally and angles him into a different line than his nose is going, allowing another of his pursuers to shoot past him and into his sights.

Bloodlessly, he lets the Howler have a Free Torpedo. Guess The Book doesn't cover Repulsor-Checking, unlike the Races...

Maneuver Check: 17+18 = 35
Strike: 20+14 = 34 Confirm 18
Damage: 2,8,8,9,9,10,4 = 50 x2 =100



OOC: I'm really liking this Online Roller (http://www.d20srd.org/diceBag.htm) (course Real Dice are better) :D

Drendar Morevo
16 January 2006, 08:10 AM
(seeing as I-7 Flight 1 was majorly ionized...)

"This is Nightslash(I-7s) 5 to group, I am taking command. Flight 3 Move in and Attack those fighters, Flight Two Stay on me."

"Warhammer (Uglies) Lead to group, form up and prepare for a run on their VicStar, I want it dead"

"Warlance (Cloakshapes) Lead to group, Forget the freighters, engage those fighters, Concussion Missiles only, our blasters'll do crap against their shields."


Cloakshape Flight 2 attacks Tempest 2 with concussion Missiles
15+8=23 HIT
82 DMG- 10-50-10=12 Hull damage

I-7 Flight 3 Attacks Bantha Flight 2 with heavy lasers
17+13=30 (3 Hits)
61+120+120=301 DMG (divide as you will)

I-7 Flight 1 is majorly Ionized

OOC:
Breakdowns from last round are as follows
3 Fighters in Tempest Squadron are downed with tempest 10 EVA
I-7 Flights one through three have various damage, a couple of good hits will take out flight three and Flight two has light damage in comparison.
Oh and Ash was right, Ugly 2 is gone, leaving a Damaged Ugly 1 in command.

Rostek
16 January 2006, 09:05 AM
K'zk flinched as a missile impacted the port side of his X-Wing's long forward fuselage. A bit of hull plating seemed to be missing from a blackend patch of hull, and his shields were toast. Quickly, he entreated his R2 to restore shields while he followed Lead's example.
"Two to Lead... I've got some minor structual damage. Restoring shields."
"Copy- stick with me, Two." Calo replied. Calo, like Six, was well prepared for single ops, given his Imperial training and experiance in Imperial Squads. Still- there was no purpose to fly single in one could help it."
"Targeting... fire!"

OOC1:

Attack on I-7 Flight 3:
16+20 THREAT!
16+11 CONFIRMED!

Damage:
2
2
4
4
5
6
7
9
10= 98 Damage (bypasses DR, IIRC)

Kzk Attack on Same:
14+14= 28 HIT
Damage:
3
3
3
3
5
6
7
7
9= 104 damage (DR applies)

K'zk's R2's roll for Shield Restore: d20= 13 + (mod I don't know)

(OOC2: If I might respectfully ask- where did One Flight's 270 worth of damage go? Calo'd finish off the ionized 1 flight I-7s if they were on his vector in- since we're talking about an abstract map, it isn't unlikely. No point in redoing the whole thing and reapplying the damage elsewhere or worse, writing it off.
Oh, and who's the third downed Tempest?)

Norseman
16 January 2006, 01:22 PM
Crix follows Lead and Two into the fray- and winces as Two takes a hit. Breathing a sigh of relief as K'zk reports his status, Crix turns on the comm.
"I'll wait for your torps to hit. If the Flight is dead, I'll switch to the Cloakshapes." he said, seeing Lead and Two's torps fly to impact.

Selecting the appropriate target, Crix fires off a torpedo- "Follow my Lead, Four."


(OOC:
Attack- 15+13= 28 HIT
Damage-
1
2
4
4
6
6
7
9
9= 96 Damage Against appropriate target)

Drendar Morevo
16 January 2006, 01:25 PM
Originally posted by Rostek
(OOC2: If I might respectfully ask- where did One Flight's 270 worth of damage go? Calo'd finish off the ionized 1 flight I-7s if they were on his vector in- since we're talking about an abstract map, it isn't unlikely. No point in redoing the whole thing and reapplying the damage elsewhere or worse, writing it off.
Oh, and who's the third downed Tempest?)

Into I-7 Flight three.
Reason being as such
You said your flight was attacking the lead flight of I-7s, now that can mean one of two things, you were attacking the Flight that leads the squadron, or that you were attacking the flight currently at the head of the squadron, Considering I-7 flight three has the Highest Init of the squadron I considered them to be the first oncoming (leading) flight of I-7s.
The third downed Tempest I thought was tempest five... guess I still have to Incap/Kill him yet.

Rostek
16 January 2006, 01:41 PM
"I'll wait for your torps to hit. If the Flight is dead, I'll switch to the Cloakshapes." he said, seeing Lead and Two's torps fly to impact.
"Roger, I think these fellas have just about had it." Calo says, watching his torps zoom in to (hopefully) finish off the I-7s.



[OOC:

Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
Into I-7 Flight three.

I see- duly noted and sense making, sir.

Drendar Morevo
16 January 2006, 01:58 PM
The fighters of I-7 Flight Three disintegrate under the assault of four torpedoes.

14 Damage to each fighter of cloakshape flight 2.

Ash DuQuennes
16 January 2006, 03:26 PM
Another flight of Howlrunners strafed Bantha squadron, ripping Two Flight's shields away and scoring minor hits on their hulls.


Two Flight Damage
301 points - 40 (Shield DR x4) = 261
261 - 120 (B5 & B7 shield points) = 141
141 - 52 (B6 & B8 shield points) = 89
89 - 40 (Hull DR x 4) = 49
49/4 = 12.25, round down = 12 pts. dmg. to Bantha Two Flight

B5: 120 - 12 = 108 Hull Pts. remaining
B6: 118 - 12 = 106 Hull Pts. remaining
B7: 120 - 12 = 108 Hull Pts. remaining
B8: 118 - 12 = 106 Hull Pts. remaining

Puck keyed his mic and said, "Duke, we're getting chewed up! My whole flight is 'Dinged' up!"

Ash replied, "Roger. Gut it out, get some, and work on your shields. Three flight, Zap that Drag Ship, and punish anyone who gets in your way! One Flight, on me!" Ash banked One Flight around hard right, and spied a so-far unengaged flight of Cloakshape fighters, designated Flight Two. Ash led his flight in pursuit of the slower fighters; slipping in behind them, Ash stroked the triggers, signalling the rest of One Flight to open up as well.


One Flight Actions

Pilots: move to point blank range behind Cloakshape Flight Two, and attack.

Roll: 10, +23 RAB, +3 Wing Fire, -2 Speed Penalty = 34, 4 Hits!
Dmg: 9d10x2 + 8d10x2 + 8d10x2 + 8d10x2 = 33d10x2, 416 pts. dmg to Cloakshape Flight Two.

Gunners: attack Cloakshape Flight Two

Roll: 18, +19 RAB, +3 Wing Fire, -2 Speed Penalty = 38, 4 Hits!
Dmg: (5d10x2) x4 = 20d10x2, 238 pts. ion dmg. to Cloakshape Flight Two.

OOC: Remember, Cloakshapes don't have shields. That works out to 94 pts. regular damage per fighter after DR is subtracted, and 59 pts. ion dmg. per fighter, as well.

Puck decided he wanted some "back" against the impudent Howlrunners, designated Flight 3, and banked hard left to follow them, with his flight following in perfect formation. But before he could even issue orders to engage, the enemy flight disintegrated under the impact of someone else's torpedoes, undoubtedly some Tempest swindler. Keying the mic on the wing push long enough to howl "Cheaters!" in mock outrage, Puck instead turned some more and lined up on another flight of Cloakshape fighters, designated Flight 3.

"Lock 'em up, Nuke 'em an' Zap 'em!" he ordered savagely, putting actions to words a split second before his own flight loosed their torpedoes as well.


Two Flight Actions

Pilots: first turn to follow I-7 Flight Three, then turn some more to line up on Cloakshape Flight One, then fire torpedoes.

B5: Roll 15, +10 = 25, Hit!
B6: Roll 16, +10 = 26, Hit!
B7: Roll 18, +10 = 28, Hit!
B8: Roll 20, Possible Crit! Confirm? Roll: 19 Confirmed!

Damage, (10d10x2) x3 + 10d10x2 (No DR) = 330 pts. dmg. (less DR) + 136 pts. dmg. (No DR!)

Going after the Cloakshapes made sense for Bantha squadron; the Kuat Systems' Engineering Cloakshape fighter was even slower and more "outdated" than the "pokey" Y-Wings, an advantage that Two Flight's gunners counted on as Two Flight closed to short range on the fairly dinged up enemy flight before opening fire with their ion cannons.


Two Flight Actions

Gunners: attack Cloakshape Flight One.

Roll: 18, +15 RAB, -2 Speed, -2 Range = 27, two hits!
Damage: (4d10x2) x2 = 89 pts. ion dmg.

Astromechs: restore shields.
Roll: 19, +11 = 30, 3d4 shield pts. restored.
Roll: 17, +11 = 28, 2d4 shield pts. restored.
Roll: 5d4 = 12 shield pts. restored to all Two Flight Y-Wings.

OOC: Remember, Cloakshapes don't have shields. That works out to 106 pts. per fighter after DR is subtracted, and 22 pts. ion damage per fighter, as well.

Meanwhile, Three Flight turned towards the Interdictor, stripped of its shields courtesy of The Pride. Lietenant Kre'ok ordered, "Nuke the Uglies! Gunners, set up for attack run! Three Flight, follow me!" The Bothan drove Three Flight in on the Interdictor, and loosed his torpedoes on the two remaining Uglies flying close escort on the big (and oh-so-defenseless!) cruiser. The remaining fighters followed suit.


Three Flight Actions

Pilots: turn towards Interdictor, attack the two remaining fighters of Ugly Flight Two with torpedoes.

B09: Roll: 19, +10 = 29, Hit!
B10: Roll: 16, +10 = 26, Hit!
B11: Roll: 16, +10 = 26, Hit!
B12: Roll: 15, +10 = 25, Hit!

Damage: (10d10x2) x4 = 576 pts dmg. to Uglies 7 & 8 of Ugly Flight Two.

Gunners: Open Fire on Interdictor at Short Range.

Roll: 15, + 16, -2 Speed, -2 Range = 27, 4 Hits!
Damage: (4d10x2) x4 = 184 pts. ion damage, Interdictor is Catastrophically Ionized (DC 30 Repair Check)

Astromechs: restore shields.
Roll: 8, + 11 = 19, 1d4 shield points restored
Roll: 13, +11 = 24, 2d4 shield points restored
Roll: 3d4 = 9 shield pts. restored to B10, B11, & B12.


OOC: Bantha's done for round 3.

Drendar Morevo
16 January 2006, 06:07 PM
I-7 #9 Disintegrates from Vooko's torpedo/bodycheck (sorry, forgot to indicate)

Terrent Manages Pursuit

Cloakshape FLight 2 is Out of the Fight under Ionization and Hull Damage combination (not kills though)

34 Hull left on each Cloakshape Flight 3, Cloakshapes 8,9 are ionized

Interdictor Chief Engineer Makes Repair Check
20+2+8mod = 30 Check Suceded

"Captain, we have systems restored, recommend we leave this place, we can't survive another Ionization attack like that."
"Taken under consideration. We won't be here much longer, my orders see to that. Commander, Recall all I-7s we are leaving this Fiasco."
"Aye sir" a beat passes "Sir, Lieutennant Sterrico refuses to return with his remaining fighters, something about personal honor and vengeance."
"Blast him to hades, we'll leave without him. Signal Flame of War, tell them to get out."
"Also refusing to leave sir."
"Right, seems eveyone is disregarding my orders today. Well time waits for no man. Shut down the gravity wells and shunt power to shields. No way we are staying here. Lieutennant Sterrico will pay for his failure. Helm, take us out, the empire can stand the loss of 12 Howlrunners, we on the other hand are a precious commodity."


Shields Restored to Interdictor at 150 points. Will jump out at the end of Round three. Also of note, now that the gravity wells are gone, the freighters are free to escape, the pirates will not be pleased, they will want blood, too bad there arent many of them left.

"This is Solaria to group, Engaging Cloakshape Flight 3."


Solaria Attacks Cloakshape Flight Three with Quadlaser cannons
19+7=26 HIT
56*2=112
112/2(remaining non-ionized)=56-10=46
Cloakshape Flight Three is effectively gone, 2 fighters ionized, 2 dead

Highroller attacks Cloakshape Flight 1 with Quad Laser Cannons
18+7=25 HIT
48*2=96
96/4=24-10=14 Hull damage to each Flight 1 Cloakshape

Washburne Attacks Cloakshape Flight 1 with quad laser cannons
16+7=23 HIT
59*2=118
118/4=29.5(roundeddown)=29-10=19per Flight 1 Cloakshape

Cloakshape Flight 1 goes for attack against Tempest 5
20+8=28 = 3 hits
Crit Roll FAILED
69*2=138+160+160=458
458-10=448-50=398-10=388-150=-238hull on Tempest Five

Tempest Fives last transmission is one of a single quick scream as Concussion missiles reduce his fighter to a ball of incandescence.


Pride of Corellia Attacks Interdictor Cruiser with assault concussion missiles.
15+4=19 HIT
101*5=505-50=455-150=305-500=195 Hull Left on Interdictor

Ugly Flight 2 attacks Tempest 2 with laser cannons
16+16=32=Four Hits
26*2=52+140+140+140=472 damage
472-10=462-50=412-10=402-150=-252

Tempest Two... evaporates into nothingness under concentrated laser fire.


Carrack Cruiser Attacks Pride of Corellia With Turbolasers
15+4=19 HIT
48*5=240-50=190=240-190=50 SP left on Pride of Corellia

Drendar Morevo
17 January 2006, 06:47 PM
I-7 Five Attacks Bantha FLight 2
18+13=
41*2=82dmg

"Nightslash Squadron to group... looks like we're being called away. WE wont be going with our ship, this battle can still be ours. For the EMPIRE."

"Blast you to zendor lieutennant, we're leaving."

Rest of I-7 Flight 2 (Nightslashes 6 and 7) run to Interdictor and land.

Five Howlrunners remain.

Rostek
17 January 2006, 07:08 PM
K'zk doesn't have time react as his craft explodes into nothingness.
Calo's angry roar doesn't register over the comm, as Cold had briefly shut off the system.
Bent on revenge, the now solo squadron leader targeted the I-7 that registered the most comm output, and fired a trio of torps at him.
"Squad, finish them off. I've got the leader." he stated emotionlessly, but with a small hint of underlying rage.


[OOC:
Heroic Surge Attack: 16+11= 27 (Probably Hit!)
Damage:
1
2
3
5
5
5
5
9
10= 90

Linked Pair Attack: 16+ 16= 32 HIT
Damage:
1
2
3
5
5
5
7
9
9
10= 112 Damage)

Ash DuQuennes
17 January 2006, 07:36 PM
Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
I-7 Five Attacks Bantha Flight 2
18+13=
41*2=82dmg



82/4 = 20.5, round down = 20, - 10 DR = 10,
12 -10 = 2 Shield Points Remaining on Bantha Two Flight

Puck looked around in annoyance at the lone Howlrunner nipping at their backsides, and shook his head in disbelief. A lone Howlrunner? Against a full flight of Bones? This guy is either very brave, or extremely stupid, I dunno which.

Drendar Morevo
17 January 2006, 07:40 PM
I-7 Five... goes BOOOM as three torpedoes explode stupendously in its hull.


Ash DuQuennes Wrote
...Or Extremely stupid
Rather Extremely DEAD.

Drendar Morevo
18 January 2006, 07:10 PM
"Tempest 8 to squadron, I'm attacking."


Tempest 8 attacks Ugly #1
13+14=27HIT
65*2=130
Ugly Leader is Destroyed

"There is no sense in us dying here!"

Ugly Flight 3 jumps off into hyperspace.

"Tempest 7 to squadron, engaging."


Tempest Seven attacks I-7 Flight 3
19+14=33 HIT
78*2=156
156/4=39-10=29 dmg per I-7

Now it is Tempest Nine's turn

Ris
18 January 2006, 09:05 PM
Nine exults in her brother's canny move, though she keeps comm silence, recognizing his focused mood. She'd broken off, spiralling away when Vooko had begun his roll beneath the Howler, & found herself facing the Howler flight designated 3. Daringly, Zarya sent a torp spread speeding into their midst, then whirled away, to end tucked back beside her twin. as the detonations registered, S'Mertay trilled in satisfaction.

**********OOC: OOC: Torps vs. I-7 Flt. 3: 15 (roll) + 18 (per TPTCBN) = 33
Damage = 2 (9d10) = 51*2= 102
102/4 - 10DR = 16 / Howler in 3 Flt.
(Please check rounding)**************

Rostek
19 January 2006, 12:42 PM
Calo, satisfied with his vengance for Two, turns on the open frequency comm.

"Imperial vessels, this is Captain Calo Stennic of Republic Fighter Command, asking for your unconditional surrender. You will not be harmed if you power down your engines and prepare to be tractored in under our guns. You cannot hope to succeed- you are out numbered and outgunned severely. I repeat, power down, and you have my word as an officer that you will not be harmed."

Drendar Morevo
19 January 2006, 01:35 PM
"This is flame of War to alliance scum. We refuse to comply with a surrender!" *BZOWT* "AUGH!" "Alliance captain stennic, this is acting-Captain Sternal, we surrender."

"This is Nightslash Flight 3, we surrender."

"Warlance Squadron Flight 1 refuses surrender! Retreat is more our way, Warhammer flight 2 lock on our signal and jump!"

Eight ships jump off into hyperspace in much of the same way that ugly flight 2 did. The I-7s and the Carrack cruiser shut down all power except life support. The interdictor makes the jump to lightspeed, back for teradoc controlled space.

"This is General Morevo to all Units, we have their jump coordinates. My perogative is to move in and destroy their base. I need confirmation from both commander Duquennes and captain stennic to continue with the operation. Can your squadrons handle it? If we don't hunt them down now we might never catch them."

Rostek
19 January 2006, 02:15 PM
"Recieved, Captain Sternal and Nighflash Three Flight. You made the right decision for you and your people." Calo said into the comm.
The general's message follows Calo's outsend-


"This is General Morevo to all Units, we have their jump coordinates. My perogative is to move in and destroy their base. I need confirmation from both commander Duquennes and captain stennic to continue with the operation. Can your squadrons handle it? If we don't hunt them down now we might never catch them."

"We're pretty beat up, General- let me confer with my XO to get a handle on things, and I need my EV picked up ASAP. I'll get back to you in a minute after I confirm status on my guys." he replied.
"Eleven, this is Lead, status report, if you please." Calo says, needing Vooko's thoughts and confirmation on his own numbers before determining anything. Then, remembering something that he had been thinking- "Good job people. Our job may not be over just yet."

coldskier0320
19 January 2006, 03:05 PM
"We're pretty beat up, General- let me confer with my XO to get a handle on things, and I need my EV picked up ASAP. I'll get back to you in a minute after I confirm status on my guys." he replied.

"Tempest Six to Tempest Leader, I'm still good to go, but my wing's gone, and I know we took alot of punishment. We can pursue, but things will get alot worse before they get any better. I know it ain't my place, but I'd hang back. No sense in more people dyin'. Not knowing what we're jumping into, and with a weakened fighter screen, the Pride might find itself in a sticky situation."

Drendar Morevo
19 January 2006, 03:18 PM
Disregard

Ash DuQuennes
19 January 2006, 06:28 PM
Originally posted by Drendar Morevo
"This is General Morevo to all Units, we have their jump coordinates. My perogative is to move in and destroy their base. I need confirmation from both commander Duquennes and captain stennic to continue with the operation. Can your squadrons handle it? If we don't hunt them down now we might never catch them."

"Pride, this is Bantha Lead. Stand by for status." Switching to squadron push, Ash called out, "Boneheads, this is Bone Lead. Chill out, the bad guy's are running. The Head Shed wants to pursue, and is requesting status. Sound off, by the numbers."

"Bone 2, shiny"
"Bone 3, shiny."
"Bone 4, shiny."
"Bone 5, all of Two Flight is dinged."
"Bone 9, Three Flight is shiny."

"Roger, Boneheads. Bone 5, can you bring shields back up with a few minutes R&R?"

"Lead, this is Bone 5, that's a roger. Give us a few minutes and we'll have shields back at 100%."

"That's what I like to hear. All bone units, good job all-around. Pat yourselves on the back, get some R&R as you can, and stand by for further instructions." Before Ash could comm the Pride with his squadron's status, Guns Melvar interrupted with an update from the sensors. "Boss, the X-jocks took a beating; they're down 4, maybe 5 ships."

"Thanks, Guns. Good shooting by the way," Ash complimented his back-seater as he switched to Wing push.

"Tempest Lead, Bone Lead. I see from my board that you took some hits. We're good with Pride Actual's plan, but I need a go/no-go from you. If you don't think Tempest is up to it, considering your losses, we'll abort."

Drendar Morevo
20 January 2006, 09:32 AM
"Group, this is General Morevo, All shuttles move out and start pick up operations. Tractor Beams, lock on to the four remaining howlrunners. Comms send a wave off to the Surprise, we have a carrack cruiser ready for picking. Captain Stennic, what is your decision, Commander DuQuennes has reported his squadron is ready. Freighters, you are cleared for away, Thank you for your help."

"General Morevo, this is Commander Trevlynn, glad to be of service, though had you been here earlier..."

"I understand, our thoughts are with you. Morevo Out."

Ris
20 January 2006, 12:50 PM
"We're pretty beat up, General- let me confer with my XO to get a handle on things, and I need my EV picked up ASAP. I'll get back to you in a minute after I confirm status on my guys." he replied.
"Tempest Six to Tempest Leader, I'm still good to go, but my wing's gone, and I know we took alot of punishment. We can pursue, but things will get alot worse before they get any better. I know it ain't my place, but I'd hang back. No sense in more people dyin'. Not knowing what we're jumping into, and with a weakened fighter screen, the Pride might find itself in a sticky situation."

Zarya also chimes in, even though it's Vooko's place, not hers. Like her brother, she is still more accustomed to the Team Tancredi style of decisoin-making. "Tempest Lead, Tempest 9. Three Flight is down 2 men. I concur with Tempest Six. But suggest that if you and Pride One do opt to go for it anyways, Eleven and I transfer to the T-Z's. That would increase the group's options depending on what we find at the base. Also, those pirates won't be expecting them!" she added, one part of her relishing the thought even as the rest of her heart intensified its misgivings. Vooko might be the next one EV--or dead. Or maybe it will be Terent, girlfriend...How'd you feel then? Zarya was surprised that the thought of terent's loss chilled her almost as much as the thought of losing Vooko. And that made her want to ponder things when she didn't have time to ponder.
"Oh, shut up, already!" she muttered--not into the comm pickup, thankfully.
"Bleee-UP?" the R3 asked.
"Not you, me, S"Mertay," she told the droid, who gave a sympathetic whistle, very soft & just within human hearing range, so that S'Mertay could deny having replied, if need be.

Uron Teff
20 January 2006, 01:16 PM
Thou answeredst them, O LORD our God: thou wast a God that forgavest them, though thou tookest vengeance of their inventions.
Das Buch

With the blinking lights of the control panel enlighting his face Priest turns towards Dace not smiling concentrated on the adjacent task. This won’t be easy. With all the fighters out there we’ll have a hard time to pick this jockey up.

[Dace] Boss, it’s like I don’t know... the vector is clear now. We should get...
[Priest] ...him out now. I got it. Hang on to your knickers!

Not hesitating a second Priest’s hand fly over the control panel and bring the sublight drive to a maximum of acceleration. Now racing towards the an imaginary point in space where one of their own pilots was hanging between life and death Priest feels the enlighting touch of the Mother. Almost joyfull and happy his focus moves from the once small human view to a more universal.

[Dace] I’m picking up an Rescue Signal from a point just ahead of us. I think that’s our lost pilot.

Not daring to answer Priest double checks the instruments infront of him to confirm the signal his co-pilot had anounced just a second ago.

[Priest] Got it! We’ll be there in a second. Get over to the rear hatch and prepare everything for Emergency transport of the poor guy.

After he has spoken these words his attention focuses back on the small point on his sensor screen. Hold on. Just few more seconds and you’ll be as good as home. I promise...


Tempest Two... evaporates into nothingness under concentrated laser fire.

All of the sudden just out of the nothingness a short a very fierce scream appears inside of Priest’s head and dies just as quickly as it has come. With frozen hands his view last on an empty space of the sensor display where instances before a green dot was moving. They’ve got another.
Pure anger arising in him Priest’s eyes rest a glimpse of a second longer on the empty space what was now covered by a red dot. By the Holy Mother, I’ll get you. NOW! His fingers moving more quickly over the shuttles controls his mind clears once again and centers on the task they were here to fulfil. This is not the time and the place for revenge. A young pilot is dying if we don’t get him.
Within another three seconds the shuttle reaches the predetermined point where the pilot’s ejection seat and the vector of the shuttle meet.

[Priest] We’ve reached the rendevouz point. I’ll get the tractor beam online and we’ll have him inside before you can say General Morevo.
[Dace] Got it. Medbay is ready.

Searching for the signal the pilots flight suit was transmitting was as easy as to steal a Rodian kid a lollipop. But managing to pick up such a small object with a tractor beam wasn’t something everybody could handle easily.
Decelerating the shuttle to a full stop Priest’s hand reach over to the controls of the Tractor beam. Closing his eyes a clear picture right infront of the shuttle forms in his mind and without opening his eyes his hands operate the tractor beam controls till they point on the pilot. An instance later he activates the tractor beam and adducts the pilot underneath the shuttle to the rear hatch.
Seconds later the board intercom restarts work with the voice of Dace Gara announcing good news.

[Dace] Got him! Get us out of here,m Boss.

Just like following a command priest accelerates the shuttle and turns it in a tight turn to face the Pride of Corellia

[Priest] How’s his status?
[short silence]
[Dace] He’s damn cold and he needs to see a doc, soon. But I think he’ll make it.


[General Morevo] Group, this is General Morevo, All shuttles move out and start pick up operations. Tractor Beams, lock on to the four remaining howlrunners. Comms send a wave off to the Surprise, we have a carrack cruiser ready for picking. Captain Stennic, what is your decision, Commander DuQuennes has reported his squadron is ready. Freighters, you are cleared for away, Thank you for your help.

[Priest] Pride of Corellia this is [Sarah[/I]. We’ve got our Baby on board and in a good mood. I repeat – Baby and in good mood. We’re coming home. Maybe you should get someone down at the flight deck with a hot chocolate for the poor guy. Sarah out.

With maximum speed the shuttle races towards the Pride of Corellia.

Vanger Chevane
20 January 2006, 01:46 PM
"Eleven, this is Lead, status report, if you please."

"Tempest Lead, Tempest 9. Three Flight is down 2 men. I concur with Tempest Six. But suggest that if you and Pride One do opt to go for it anyways, Eleven and I transfer to the T-Z's. That would increase the group's options depending on what we find at the base. Also, those pirates won't be expecting them!"
Focusing on keeping the fewer people he had left alive and dealing with the dead later, a bit of anger and hurt still leak into his voice.

"Lead, Eleven. Concur with Nine and recommend we move Seven or Eight to One Flight and combine the latter two.

We've taken some hard hits, but STAG and/or Heavy Ord on the TZ's can give us an edge as well as give us two more snubs provided we've extra people to stuff in em."

Rostek
20 January 2006, 02:19 PM
Calo nodded solemnly to himself-
"Copy XO... relaying." he said, switching comm frequency to the Pride.
"General, I'm at 66 percent combat capacity right now. If we can dock with the Pride and fix up and reloaded, and mobilize the reserve pilots, I can have 8 Xes and two hardpoint fixed A Wings. I'm prepared to head in, though I must emphasize that we are at diminished capacity, and we won't be able to deal with a threat heavy environment like what we just dealt with." the Captain said, checking his craft's vitals.

Ris
20 January 2006, 08:03 PM
Hearing the anger and hurt still filling her twin's voice--feelings not to different from her own--Zarya is even more certain that pursuit is a bad idea. She switches to the familiar Tancredi channel. "Vook, you sure about this? We can just tell Lead to abort. We'll still be understrength, and so many will be switching positions and wingpairs--and using backups...
"I'm you're wing, whatever, Dear One." She deliberately uses the endearment he often uses for her.

Drendar Morevo
20 January 2006, 09:42 PM
The Surprise, a slightly dated Dreadnaught, comes into the system, those who remember will note that this is the same dreadnaught they came against back at Commennor.

"Comms, get a Med Tech down to the hangar bay ASAP and tell The CMO to ready the medbay for incoming wounded with exposure. Make sure the flight boss has the TeeZees ready and two of the reserve pilots on the flight deck."

He looks back at the ships weapons officer.

"Lieutennant, based on what we have witnessed, what would you say is the tactical strength of their base?"

"Slim to nill sir, looks like they spent all their money building overgunned uglies with bad sensor coverage (OOC: wink) and modifiying Cloakshapes with hyperdrives."

"Noted, Comms, Tell Commander Duquennes and Captain stennic to bring their squadrons aboard for quick repairs and reloads with two fighter change-outs. And get marines down to the hangar to recieve prisoners."

TIME PASSES ASSUMING SQUADRONS GET ABOARD

"Helm, take us to the coordinates noted."
"Aye sir, heading out."

The stars become pinwheels of light and extend into the black. Its a short jump however, lasting only about five minutes. As the hyperdrive dials down back to sublight speed they are greeted to an odd sight.
The Pirate base floats in space as nothing more than slag as a Number of New Republic capital ships finish pounding it with their turbolasers.

General Morevo bolts from his chair.
"Sons of... glory hogging... sithspawn!"

"General Morevo, is that you I hear cursing?"

"Admiral Drayson, you glory hogging Sonofanerf!"

"Calm yourself, we just did your job for you, count yourself lucky, we happened to be in the area when we caught the hypercomm transmission and noted where the fighters had jumped to. We moved in because we assumed you would be working on retrieval operations."

Angry he questions the admiral
"We finished. Now mind telling me WHY you were here?"

"Classified Morevo, you know better than to ask me that."

A further edge in his voice
"You'll be in my report."

"As will you in mine. Admiral Drayson out."

General Morevo looked just a BIT miffed.
"Contact commander DuQuennes and captain Stennic, tell them their squadrons can stand down. The operation is finished, Debriefing in the usual place in 10 Minutes."

Rostek
20 January 2006, 10:14 PM
Calo, who was with the pilots in the ready room, nodded at the Ops Officer's voice as the young human told him the General's orders.
"Thanks Commander." he said, hanging up the handset. Turning to the pilots, Calo waved his hands to quiet the room down.
"Thanks- okay. I've got good news, Republic forces got to the base before us, and they took the bastards out. Consider yourselves stood down and report to the briefing room in 10. That's all." he said, plopping heavily down onto a couch and stripping off his heavy flak vest and life support controls, then heaves a sigh. Waving Crix over to him, he bades the young pilot to sit down.
"Ralter- what's the report on the damage to the squad's vehicles? And have the files of the deceased and permenantly incapped on my desk by morning. I've got some letters to write. Have their roommates collect their personal effects and turn them in to the Master at Arms." Calo said, sighing again.
Thank the Force- we got a break for once he thought.

Ash DuQuennes
21 January 2006, 07:40 AM
OOC: What's with all you "night-owls?" Us working stiffs need our rest and can't hang around message boards at all hours of the night! ;)

[Professor Farnsworth]

Get a job! :mad:

[/Professor Farnsworth]

Ash was on the Flight Deck, confabbing with his pilots, smoking a NicoStick, and chugging down some hot Caf from his signature one-liter insulated mug, when the word came through the Deck Officer to "stand down" and report to debrief.

"Alright folks; shut 'em down, make a head call, and report to debrief in 10. Dismissed!"

Stopping by the squadron ready room long enough to strip off his life support equipment before heading to debrief, Ash considered the situation. All-in-all, it was probably best that they hadn't pursued the retreating Imperials. After all, who knew what they had "in reserve" at whatever hidey-hole they'd scurried off to? If Teradoc was willing to toss the pirates an Interdictor, he might also be willing to spare a VicStar or two, maybe even an ImpStar, on the off-chance that the pirates would fail and bring New Republic forces back to the pirate base with blood in their eyes and death in their hearts.

Running into some major capital ship support would've made for a Very Bad Day for The Pride and her diminutive fighters.

Hell, even an Escort Carrier with Eyeballs would've been rough! he thought.

On balance, Ash thought that The Pride and her fighters had come off on-the-plus side of the ledger; the better part of three squadrons of fighters, a Gunship destroyed, and a Carrack captured. Realistically, not a bad trade for one medium freighter and four or five snub fighters.

Then again, those losses on their side were mostly his people, and he was none too happy about losing that many experienced pilots; ships could and eventually would be replaced, so he wasn't concerned on that score. But trained people were another matter entirely.

Entering the briefing room, Ash scanned the faces of the pilots, noting absences with a heavy heart, and more than a bit of anger.

Seeing as General Morevo hadn't arrived yet, he stepped up to the podium and said, "Let me have your attention, folks. Before the General gets here, I want to say a few words."

"I know some of you are feeling bad about losing so many people today, and I want you to know that I and the rest of Bantha share your feelings. We fought a very lopsided battle, and the Bad Guys had one hell of a 'tactical surprise' laid in for us."

"But I also want you to know that I have rarely seen a unit perform as you folks did today. You didn't blink, or hesitate, at seeing the forces arrayed against you in ambush. Instead, you toook the fight directly into the teeth of the enemy, and gave better than you got."

"This battle will probably be overlooked by the Brain Trusts at Fleet as a 'minor skirmish' in the overall war effort. But don't let that diminish the hard-earned pride you should be feeling, along with your grief for fallen comrades, on this day."

"In closing, just let me say what an honor and privelage it is for me to fly with such comrades as Tempest Squadron. I will go into battle side-by-side with you anytime, anywhere, against any odds."

Walking around from behind the podium, Ash walked over to Captain Stennic, held out is hand, and said, "Captain Stennic, on behalf of Bantha Squadron, thank you. Thank you all."

Stormrider
21 January 2006, 04:53 PM
The Sick bay of the Pride of Corellia smelled like cleaner..low quality cleaner at that. In Jace’s opinion. He had been stuck here for three long days..with a sour stomach..nausea and to top it all of vomiting. Med-Techs poking and prodding him had not helped in the least.

To hell with this....I can’t stand another day in this place. Better to be stuck in space in an unarmed Crate.


The pilot rolled over into a sitting position.....purple eyes staring at the hustle and bustle.

.....Looks like we’ve got wounded from the mission I heard about. They’ll be calling for the reserve pilots. Jace felt a wave of guilt roll over him...I should’ve been there....flying a shuttle....but I was here..safe..



A little shakily he rose from the bed.....only to be confronted by the worst of the bunch..an arrogant piece of poodoo known as Bretane. The med-techs voice was high and squeaky..it was well known that the man considered himself..just because he came from some low end noble family to be better than all patients and Med-Techs who worked in the sickbay.


-Bretane- Flight Officer Varen! Back in bed this instant you have not been released yet..and therfore still under our care.


Ignoring the Med-Tech.. Jace began to hunt for his gear...rummaging through the footlocker...he came up with the black flight suit he had reported to the bay in. shrugging into it..the young man stretched..letting three days of cramps and aches dissapate.


Bretane was near to erupting now. BACK IN BED NOW! Thats an order Flight Officer!

The ruckus was drawing a crowd..with individual Med-Techs pausing to watch the two.


Still ignoring Bretane. Jace walked towards the door...leaving the arrogant prick stunned and flabbergasted.


........He never learns does he?

With that thought..he was through the door...and left the med-bay for his the comfort of his own bunk.

Ris
21 January 2006, 05:28 PM
Zarya returned her foils to flight position, then brought her Exxie back in. "Keep her hot for the back-up, S'Mertay," she told the R3. He responded with a series of bleeps and whistles.
"Yes, I wish you could fly Heartbreaker with me, too. But you be good for our 'guest,' huh?"
More whistles. "It's the only way to make sure I--and the snub--come back to you, Zarya." Zarya couldn't help smiling at that, in spite of her mood.
"See ya later, sweetie," she calls to the R3 as she pops the canopy and clambers down the ladder. "They get my wing back in yet?" she asks one of the techs.
"Sarah is heading back right now, Lt," he points to where 2 medtechs--one of them the buxom girl who'd treated her fellow-pilot the day before--are standing with a repulser-gurney just outside a landing circle.
"Good, thanks." Before going to the ready room, she detours to make sure her Heartbreaker is being prepped properly. Her path takes her near where Terent's snub has landed. She gives him a quick but passionate hug, not caring how who sees, before they head to the ready-room to await the word to return to their snubs.
******
In the tension-filled ready room, Zarya stays close to Vooko, not saying anything. She doesn't have to, with the twin-bond there's no need.


"Thanks- okay. I've got good news, Republic forces got to the base before us, and they took the bastards out. Consider yourselves stood down and report to the briefing room in 10. That's all." [Calo] said...
Zarya sighs, relief tinged with just a little regret that she & Vooko would not fly the TZ's together just then. As they leave the room, she touches her brother lightly on the shoulder, a "wait for me" gesture. Zarya goes to Terent Indayce, hugging him once more. "You okay?"
"Yeah."
"Me too," she smiled. Then, "Hey!" as Terent picked her up and whirled her around. Once her feet regained the deck, Zarya kissed him again and whispered, "After the debrief, I need to help Vooko, and then visit Jazz. Will I--may I--see you once I know they're okay?" After Six's reply, she walked to the debrief with both men.
**********
Zarya and Six sat next to each other, as usual. She was quiet as they awaited Gen. Morevo's appearance. She looked at Terent and Vooko quesioning, in turn, as Comm. DuQuennes stepped to the podium.

"I know some of you are feeling bad about losing so many people today, and I want you to know that I and the rest of Bantha share your feelings. We fought a very lopsided battle, and the Bad Guys had one hell of a 'tactical surprise' laid in for us...In closing, just let me say what an honor and privelage it is for me to fly with such comrades as Tempest Squadron. I will go into battle side-by-side with you anytime, anywhere, against any odds."
Zarya appreaciated the man taking the time to speak to them. She'd not seen this side of him. This was what she'd been taught to expect from a leader.

OOC: Interactions with Terent Indayce were OK'd with Cold b4 posting)

Vanger Chevane
21 January 2006, 10:29 PM
Professor Farnsworth]

Get a job!

[/Professor Farnsworth]
It's from 1500-2300 Hours. And this is a Novella. ;)

[Steve Martin]

Excuuuuse Me!

[/Steve Martin] :P



"Vook, you sure about this? We can just tell Lead to abort. We'll still be understrength, and so many will be switching positions and wingpairs--and using backups...
"I'm you're wing, whatever, Dear One."
"Not my call, I don't have enough info or experience to risk everyone's life or know that the cost is a worthy price to pay for improving even a miniscule chunk of the Galaxy.

Striking now while they're scrambling to dea with the sitch may be the best way to bring (and his voice suddenly shifts to a snarl) some measure of justice to the decent people they just murdered.

We just have to do our part and pray the Bosses will make the right decision. Right or wrong I'm not going to let our people down, and I know you won't either."


Scanning the Flight Deck as he comes in, he notes with satisfaction techs standing by to refuel and rearm their X's as well as grouped around the starfighters his family lovingly and painstakingly built with the implied intent of making the Galaxy - not necessarily their own lives or that of anyone they knew - even slightly better by delivering to the Bad People Out There some of the fear, pain, and sorrow they routinely forced upon others, even if for a mercifully brief instant.

After landing & shutting down his X, he automatically checks on his wing's status, and finds only an empty patch of deckplate and air where the professional and reliable pilot with the off-duty irrepressable good humor and infectious laugh should be.

Hearing that laugh echo in his mind and knowing it will never sound again...for what?...his head hangs and his hands grip the bottom of the open canopy.

After the verbal prod of one of his Ground Crew - "Sir, are you okay, do you need a medic?" - With a lethal glint as well as tears in his eyes he comes to the present and responds to somenoe he trusts his very life to on a regular basis.

"No, and no. Good to fly." A few moments later reassured by the concern of his Techs,he climbs down the ladder and toward the ready room, Zarya at his side clearly worried but mercifully silent. Her presence and behavior alone saying more than words could be expected to convey.


Leaning against the back wall of the Lounge with a cup of burnt, greasy Caf Which Ensign do they let make this swill?, not terribly surprised that aside from Zarya, he had at least 2 meters of empty deck between himself and any of his fellow pilots.


"Thanks- okay. I've got good news, Republic forces got to the base before us, and they took the bastards out. Consider yourselves stood down and report to the briefing room in 10. That's all."
With both frustration and relief vying for supremacy in his mind, Vooko sags a bit and just looks incredibly worn out, a look he'd seen on a few of the Static Holos he'd seen of his father but never understood...until now.


Zarya sighs, relief tinged with just a little regret that she & Vooko would not fly the TZ's together just then. As they leave the room, she touches her brother lightly on the shoulder, a "wait for me" gesture. Zarya goes to Terent Indayce, hugging him once more. "You okay?"
"Yeah."
"Me too," she smiled. Then, "Hey!" as Terent picked her up and whirled her around. Once her feet regained the deck, Zarya kissed him again and whispered, "After the debrief, I need to help Vooko, and then visit Jazz. Will I--may I--see you once I know they're okay?" After Six's reply, she walked to the debrief with both men. Feeling vastly older than his not-yet-two decades, he nods to Six with a heartfelt "Good to see you." Their astromechs meet the group at a cross-corridor, Smoothie twittering something rather urgently. Holding out his datapad, Vooko soaks in a breakdown of what Pride found upon Decant leading to the Stand-down. "And Justice was done." Passing the pad to Zarya so she and Terent - a man he'd just met so very recently passing the point of Friend and possibly destined for that of Kinsman - can read it for themselves, he slumps into his seat, closes his eyes, and waits for the ever-necessary Debrief feeling stragely numb.


Suddenly the background chatter dies down and he focuses on the sound from Down Front.


"Let me have your attention, folks. Before the General gets here, I want to say a few words."

"I know some of you are feeling bad about losing so many people today, and I want you to know that I and the rest of Bantha share your feelings. We fought a very lopsided battle, and the Bad Guys had one hell of a 'tactical surprise' laid in for us."

"But I also want you to know that I have rarely seen a unit perform as you folks did today. You didn't blink, or hesitate, at seeing the forces arrayed against you in ambush. Instead, you toook the fight directly into the teeth of the enemy, and gave better than you got."

"This battle will probably be overlooked by the Brain Trusts at Fleet as a 'minor skirmish' in the overall war effort. But don't let that diminish the hard-earned pride you should be feeling, along with your grief for fallen comrades, on this day."

"In closing, just let me say what an honor and privelage it is for me to fly with such comrades as Tempest Squadron. I will go into battle side-by-side with you anytime, anywhere, against any odds."

Walking around from behind the podium, Ash walked over to Captain Stennic, held out is hand, and said, "Captain Stennic, on behalf of Bantha Squadron, thank you. Thank you all."

Speaking mostly to himself, Vooko quotes an Unwritten Law of Team, and House, Tancredi. "Aye that. Take good care of yours, they always take care of you. Especially when you need it."

coldskier0320
22 January 2006, 12:15 AM
Angling a little too swiftly up into the welcoming maw of the Pride, Terent makes another of his typical ungainly landings (you didn't get much practice in that aspect of flying with TIEs). Sure to be one of the first ones in (he was once left behind in a similar operation against a Republic convoy while attached to the Stigma), Terent was cooled down and out of his fighter even as other fighters were still coming in.

Stripping off his sweaty flying gloves, he wipes a hand across his forehead and gives his tech a wry grin, "Sure got her running smooth. The stabilizers cancel the jump and jive perfectly. Thanks."

He almost doesn't notice the absence of his wing as he hurries across the space his fighter should have occupied. Stopping in the center of it, he remembers, shaking his head morosely. Looking up to the orphaned tech, he delivers the news, "Sorry friend. Kid got vaped. Won't be back."

He stood there looking at the shocked tech for a few awkward seconds before giving the whole situation a mental shrug and continuing on to the ready room. The situation was what it was. He wasn't happy about it but losing a wing was something that happened with alarming frequency on a Star Destroyer, and if you didn't learn to deal with it, you ended up in the Psych Ward...or worse. A few seconds later, he bumped into Zarya, who rewarded him with a heartfelt embrace before catching up to her brother. He'd been pretty sure that she'd made it, but it was much better knowing.

He'd later wonder why he didn't fall into step with Zarya...it certainly would have made sense...but there was something...something about him, or her, or both of them. She needed to be with her brother, certainly, but he also needed to be alone. His blood was still up, and more than anything, he needed to be alone. The young pilot gloried in the frigid air of the flight deck as he neared the ready room. Having spent his fair share of time attached to a few different VicStars and VicStar Deuces before being assigned to the Stigma, he had a moment to wish this were a Deuce, with the extended, double-sized pilot ready rooms, with great ventilation, and plenty of seats. Thus, he was vaguely dissapointed walking into the ready room of the Pride, fallen wing almost successfully pushed into a drak corner of his mind, hopefully, never to be encountered again until the afterlife.

Picking a fairly open spot along the wall of the ready room to stand while they made the jump, he eyed Zarya and Vooko across the room. Though he'd developed some serious feelings for Zarya (Gotta think that one over too, when you get some free time, rocketsocks!) and was certain she reciprocated, he still wasn't completely sure what Vooko thought of the whole arrangement. He considered the kid a friend by now, surely, but judging from the kid's expression, now wasn't the time to get chummy with him. Other than his sister, understandably immune to the effect, the other pilots still managed to give the XO a wide berth, despite the crowded premises.

What's got his straps in a twist?, Six wondered for a moment, before realizing that Vooko's wing had been one of the ones who bought it. If he recalled accurately, it had been the second one since just before Terent had arrived, according to word on the street. Chin up, kid, Terent thought at Vooko across the room, It's wicked-tough, I know it is. But you gotta keep that stuff under control, else you're askin' to be dealt out. Deal with it or don't deal with it, but either way, you better get past it quick. When you let it get personal, that's when you do the stupid stuff.


"Thanks- okay. I've got good news, Republic forces got to the base before us, and they took the bastards out. Consider yourselves stood down and report to the briefing room in 10. That's all."

"Party crashers!", Terent exclaimed to noone in particular as the pilots squeezed out of the room. Knowing he didn't have much time, and feeling rather nasty, Terent almost breaks into a jog for the freshers when he feels a hand on his shoulder. Turning to see Zarya, and her worn expression, he gives her a slight tired grin when she asks, "You okay?"

With the loss of his wingman safely tucked into a pocket of nothingness in his mind, Terent nodded and simply said, "Yeah." It was great to see Zarya smiling up at him again after that mess, and as she said, "Me too.", he picked the girl up and spun her a time or two, before setting her back down,


"After the debrief, I need to help Vooko, and then visit Jazz. Will I--may I--see you once I know they're okay?"

Well, Terent thinks to himself bemusedly, so much for the quick shower.

"Sure honey", he answers, "You know my comm code, just beep me when you're ready. After the debrief, I'm heading back for a shower and then I'm all yours."

Letting Zarya steer him back toward Vooko, Terent wasn't sure she'd read her twin's surface emotion as clearly as the rest of the crew. Then he was standing in front of the kid.


Feeling vastly older than his not-yet-two decades, he nods to Six with a heartfelt "Good to see you."

Knowing exactly what the kid was going through (he'd lost his first wingman...was it really over five years ago?), Terent nods gravely, and offers his hand. Giving the kid a firm handshake, he assures him with a small grin, "Bang-up job out there today, kid. Ain't noone coulda done no better than you did."

They met Smartie, Smoothie, and Jane at the end of the corridor and it only took a few seconds of silence for Jane to give him a snide comment.

"Then you won't mind if I leave you out of the story of me treein' the flight of howlers when I tell it later?"

An indignant series of bleeps until Terent cuts her off with a smirk, "Yeah, that's what I thought."

Wordlessly, Vooko hands him and Zarya a datapad with the rundown of the bandit forces. In typical snubjock fashion, Terent was quick to pick out the flight of howlers he'd sent running all by himself before he paid attention to the rest. They'd put up a hell of a fight for those pirates...but they'd also been hit pretty hard. Tempest had passed it's first true test...though not with exactly flying colors.

Settling into a seat beside Zarya (Vooko took the other) as was becoming the norm for debriefs, Terent tried his best not to reveal his trembling hands. Adrenaline letdown was a common symptom of battle, but in the Imperial Navy trembling was a sign of weakness, and you soon learned to hide it. Terent hadn't recalled much letdown after the gym firefight, yet he distinctly remembered a period of uncontrollable shaking after the incident in Zarya's room. Apparently, he could handle minor jolts of the hormone, but was still fighting the effects of a more severe rush.


"Let me have your attention, folks. Before the General gets here, I want to say a few words."

"I know some of you are feeling bad about losing so many people today, and I want you to know that I and the rest of Bantha share your feelings. We fought a very lopsided battle, and the Bad Guys had one hell of a 'tactical surprise' laid in for us."

"But I also want you to know that I have rarely seen a unit perform as you folks did today. You didn't blink, or hesitate, at seeing the forces arrayed against you in ambush. Instead, you toook the fight directly into the teeth of the enemy, and gave better than you got."

"This battle will probably be overlooked by the Brain Trusts at Fleet as a 'minor skirmish' in the overall war effort. But don't let that diminish the hard-earned pride you should be feeling, along with your grief for fallen comrades, on this day."

"In closing, just let me say what an honor and privelage it is for me to fly with such comrades as Tempest Squadron. I will go into battle side-by-side with you anytime, anywhere, against any odds."

Walking around from behind the podium, Ash walked over to Captain Stennic, held out is hand, and said, "Captain Stennic, on behalf of Bantha Squadron, thank you. Thank you all."

Terent nodded approvingly. This was unexpected from an officer of his rank, at least it was where Terent came from. On the Stigma, the leaders barked when you did stuff right, and barked when you did stuff wrong. If you EVER got a kind word, you must have done something exceptional...or made them look good. Terent Indayce decided he could get used to this treatment.

EDIT: This qualify as novella? :raised: :D

Drendar Morevo
22 January 2006, 02:28 PM
General Morevo strode into the room, now with his emotions under control and motioned for the holoprojector to run and began.

"Well pilots, today we delt a real defeat to the enemy. They threw everything they had at us and though we came out with a few wounds, we still beat them."

The holoprojector started the battle rather than the pre-stats

"At the beginning of the battle the Enemy had 3 squadrons of fighters, a corellian gunship, a carrack cruiser and of all things an Interdictor Cruiser. On our side we had Charging Bantha Squadron, under command of our own Commander DuQuennes, and four heavily gunned transport vessels."

"At the beginning of the engagement not all went well, the freighter Ugly One was destroyed by concussion missile fire, this secondary explosion you will note is due to its cargo, proton bombs to go to a K-Wing squadron on Savrip. They aren't exacly happy."

"Here is where Bantha Squadron made their run on the Gunship, as you can see the run destroyed the Gunship entirely."

"And here is where the next batch of trouble started, It all began" he points his finger to the screen "Here, right when Tempest Squadron began losing Pilots. Four Fighter and Three pilot losses are not the best thing in the middle of a battle, but honestly I am astounded at your preformance. While Bantha Squadron was mixing it up with the capital ships your squadron engaged three times your number and came out of it. Shaken, hurt, but definately not dead."

"The run here" He motions towards the attack on the interdictor "managed to bring the interdictor to a halt and likely saved the remaining freighters. They were shaken enough to leave with what fighters they could. Fleet attempted to track them but lost them in Teradoc space."

"The rest of the enemy fighters fled soon after, the Carrack Cruiser and the Remaining I-7s surrendered... We stayed long enough to recover one of our downed pilots, pick up those fighters and have a Dreadnaught come to take the carrack."

The screen shifted to a new part of space. What the Command crew of the Pride Witnessed. Along with an obvious snip out of comm traffic.

"When we arrived at the pirate base we found it already destroyed by New Republic Forces under the command of Admiral Drayson."

"So now we come to casualties. Flight Officers Kzk, Desco, and Sera all fell under enemy fire. For other news I introduce you to the chief medical officer of this boat, Commander Dantris Solomani."

A new face to most of the pilots on this ship, a man with a lightsaber hanging on his belt strides out.

"Thank you General Morevo. As you all might know Tempest Ten, Jaster as you all know him, ejected as his fighter disintegrated around him. While his magcon field held in what atmosphere he had left it did not hold in the heat. He was exposed to extreme temperatures for 15 seconds, plenty long for a person with only a flight suit between them and nothing. Luckily the shuttle Sarah got there fast enough to save his life. He was suffering from frostbite and exposure when he got to the Medbay, but thanks to some medical 'magic' we saved his extremities and dunked him in a bacta tank. He should be alright physically in about 4 hours, but if any of you want to go visit him he is awake, just a little out of it and I am sure he would love to see some of you."

"Thank you for that report Doctor. And on that note, I have two more announcements coming from command. One, we are being reassigned to patrol the rimward half of the Corellian Run, and two, Lieutennant Morec Birtrok, please stand."

Quizically he stood, not understanding what was going on.

"Lieutennant Birtrok, at Thirteen Hundred Hours today you may consider yourself discharged. According to records your tour is up and you have not put in for an extension. Once we reach the corellian run you and Flight Officer Mace will be transported back coreward, and from there you can get flown home."

Morec buckled and bent, he was relieved... he had seen enough of war and watched enough friends die. now he was finally going home.

"On that note, this debriefing is finished. Dismissed."

As he finishes he motions for a Lieutennant.
"Lieutennant, tell five of the reserve pilots to report to Captain Stennic at discretion."

Ash DuQuennes
22 January 2006, 06:11 PM
Catching the General's eye before he left the conference room, Ash led him off to one side for privacy and asked, "Are we going to do a service for the fallen? I think it would be a good idea, and I'd like to say a few words over the fallen for the pilots and crew."

"With your permission, I'll schedule a religiously non-denominational service for 1300 hours tomorrow. If possible, I'd like to hold the departing pilots for the service, but if they really want to leave quickly, that's fine, too."

Uron Teff
22 January 2006, 06:31 PM
Arise, O LORD, in thine anger, lift up thyself because of the rage of mine enemies: and awake for me to the judgment that thou hast commanded.
Das Buch

As the landing skids touch the flight deck the rear hatch of the New Republic shuttle Sarah was opened just after the shuttle had entered the hermetic forcefield shielded the flight deck. Within instances the sound of fast moving footsteps resounds inside the shuttle letting Priest know that medtechs took care of the Tempest Pilot.
After silence fell upon the interior of Sarah again Priests hands move in an accustomed manner upon the control panels depowering the engines and almost every energycircuit the shuttle’s main board didn’t need to operate. Hopefully this guy will make it. Within his thoughts the sound of steps and of a familiar voice fell interrupting his progress and distracting his attention from what he was doing. Dace Gara was speaking to him.

[Dace] The doc said that he’ll be up in no time.
[Priest] Well that’s good to hear.
[Dace] Yeah, I think so. What are the orders for now?
[Priest] As usual, wait in the Dinning Room.

The last words flavored with a twinkle of his eyes he finished the down powering of the shuttle and got next to Dace who didn’t look as happy as always. But instead of questioning the mood of his co-pilot Priest puts his right hand upon his shoulder and pushes him slightly towards the rear hatch.
After the two had exited the shuttle members of the deck personal were heading towards the landing Tempest ships. Not caring about the other pilots the two of them moved towards the ready room to get at least a hot stim tea and maybe few seconds of spare time. With not a word spoken by Dace Priest intuitively realized that the almost at any time joking pilot to his right was heavy loaded with the thoughts of his fallen comrades. Not daring to interrupt Dace’s thinking process and knowing that sometimes people want to handle their problems in their own way Priest simply shut up.
With silence hanging between the two of them they enter the ready room lateron. Before sitting down Priest move to the caf percolator to get himself something warm to drink. Nice, this is how I want a caf. Drawn through and full-bodied. Sitting down with his caf in his right hand Priest views the sparse room. Once again after the sound of the percolator had faded silence fell upon the two pilots. But the silence in the ready room only last few seconds longer till the first of the regular Tempest Pilots enter the premise to get at least some rest.
The slence was finally broken as Captain Calo Stennic raised his voice over the other sounds in the ready room

[Calo] Thanks- okay. I've got good news, Republic forces got to the base before us, and they took the bastards out. Consider yourselves stood down and report to the briefing room in 10. That's all.

With a sigh of relieve Priest exhalts both to show his relieve to Dace and to cool down the steaming hot brew in his right hand. The viewable alleviation of the exertion of all present Tempest pilots eased Priest mood only a bit. Good soldiers had died today. They had died through the hands of an foe who should be hunted down like a Rralkr Cat on Dor’ak IV.
With almost unnoticible signs of anger Priest view fell upon the newly entered Commander DuQuennes.


[Comm. DuQuennes]Let me have your attention, folks. Before the General gets here, I want to say a few words.
I know some of you are feeling bad about losing so many people today, and I want you to know that I and the rest of Bantha share your feelings. We fought a very lopsided battle, and the Bad Guys had one hell of a 'tactical surprise' laid in for us.
But I also want you to know that I have rarely seen a unit perform as you folks did today. You didn't blink, or hesitate, at seeing the forces arrayed against you in ambush. Instead, you toook the fight directly into the teeth of the enemy, and gave better than you got.
This battle will probably be overlooked by the Brain Trusts at Fleet as a 'minor skirmish' in the overall war effort. But don't let that diminish the hard-earned pride you should be feeling, along with your grief for fallen comrades, on this day.
In closing, just let me say what an honor and privelage it is for me to fly with such comrades as Tempest Squadron. I will go into battle side-by-side with you anytime, anywhere, against any odds.

Walking around from behind the podium, Ash walked over to Captain Stennic, held out is hand, and said,
[Comm. DuQuennes] Captain Stennic, on behalf of Bantha Squadron, thank you. Thank you all.

Well he is defenitly right about the tactical suprise and everything. Our pilots did a hell of a job out there doing whatever they could to even the advantage the enemy forces had. Maybe next time there should be a better intel work. Priest thought as he walked over to the percolator to get another cup of the caf only to witness pilots checking their cronos, standing up and moving to the debrief.
Not hesitating Priest walked over to Dace poking him with his boot and signaling to follow him and the rest of the pilots.
Few minutes later in the conference room after the debrief ended Priest witnessed the last few words of General Morevo.


[Gen. Morevo] Lieutennant, tell five of the reserve pilots to report to Captain Stennic at discretion.

With hope in his heart and with delight in his eyes Priest turns on his heel just to find his shuttle co-pilot standing right behind him.

[Priest] Did you hear this? This could be our chance, Dace.
[Dace] Hope it is.

Drendar Morevo
22 January 2006, 08:52 PM
Originally posted by Ash DuQuennes
Catching the General's eye before he left the conference room, Ash led him off to one side for privacy and asked, "Are we going to do a service for the fallen? I think it would be a good idea, and I'd like to say a few words over the fallen for the pilots and crew."

"With your permission, I'll schedule a religiously non-denominational service for 1300 hours tomorrow. If possible, I'd like to hold the departing pilots for the service, but if they really want to leave quickly, that's fine, too."

"Of course, but I would advise you to arrange it with Flight Officer Vallon, he is the ships resident Holy Man after all, and perhaps it would be better to allow him to officiate."

After passing by Commander DuQuennes he walked by Captain Stennic and spoke with him, very shortly.
"Captain Stennic, would you mind giving This to Lieutennant Zeelas? I have no doubt that he earned it, but I think you as his Squadron Commander should give it to him."

This was a shiny medal, something looking like a bird clutching something.

Rostek
22 January 2006, 09:35 PM
(OOC: N-man's been having computer problems again. Something about the campus' network being wonky, I didn't really catch the specific reason. We worked this out over the phone)


Calo had fallen asleep on the couch in the ready room, exhausted by the psychologial rigors of the day. This left Crix in a rather uncomfortable and uneviable situation, and he sat quietly on the other side of the couch until he couldn't wait any longer. Sighing, the Coruscani pilot gently prodded his CO in an attempt to wake him for the briefing. The older man twitched, but did not wake.
Crix tried again. No dice.
Finally, the young man resorted to shaking Calo's shoulder, which finally caused him to wake up. Rubbing his eyes, Calo inquired as to the time.
Crix informed him that there was just enough time to get to the briefing.
Calo smiled at this- noting to Crix that this is what the Adjunct officer was good for.
The two walked to the briefing, with Calo dictating his observations about the battle to the younger officer and his datapad as they walked.
Cale settled in to his usual front row center, and took Crix's datapad for referance and bade the younger pilot to go and sit with his wing.



"Let me have your attention, folks. Before the General gets here, I want to say a few words."

"I know some of you are feeling bad about losing so many people today, and I want you to know that I and the rest of Bantha share your feelings. We fought a very lopsided battle, and the Bad Guys had one hell of a 'tactical surprise' laid in for us."

"But I also want you to know that I have rarely seen a unit perform as you folks did today. You didn't blink, or hesitate, at seeing the forces arrayed against you in ambush. Instead, you toook the fight directly into the teeth of the enemy, and gave better than you got."

"This battle will probably be overlooked by the Brain Trusts at Fleet as a 'minor skirmish' in the overall war effort. But don't let that diminish the hard-earned pride you should be feeling, along with your grief for fallen comrades, on this day."

"In closing, just let me say what an honor and privelage it is for me to fly with such comrades as Tempest Squadron. I will go into battle side-by-side with you anytime, anywhere, against any odds."

Walking around from behind the podium, Ash walked over to Captain Stennic, held out is hand, and said, "Captain Stennic, on behalf of Bantha Squadron, thank you. Thank you all."
[/i]

Calo nodded silently and shook the Commander's proffered hand.
Gee, only a the first week of Commanderdom and he's getting delusions of commandership he thought sarcastically. No doubt General Morevo was quite pleased with himself over his stewardship's result.
He's become the very image of the responsable commander. Good for him.

[quote]
After passing by Commander DuQuennes he walked by Captain Stennic and spoke with him, very shortly.
"Captain Stennic, would you mind giving This to Lieutennant Zeelas? I have no doubt that he earned it, but I think you as his Squadron Commander should give it to him."

This was a shiny medal, something looking like a bird clutching something.

Calo nodded- "Of course, sir- by the way, since Bitrok is leaving, I suppose that leaves Lt. Indayce as acting Flight Leader. Unless you have anyone else in mind, I'd just as soon keep him there."

Ris
24 January 2006, 10:09 AM
Remainder of Debrief
Only after Comm. DuQuennes' words, did Zarya start feeling the adrenaline letdown. She was the more energetic of the twins by a little--and she still could hope for her wing's life, even though she knew the odds for an ejected pilot. But when it came the letdown hit all the harder. She fought to keep awake and look attentive. Well S'Mertay will keep it for me to see when I've gotten some sleep

She did hang onto every word of the doctor, when she realized he was talking about Jazz.

As you all might know Tempest Ten, Jaster as you all know him, ejected as his fighter disintegrated around him...but thanks to some medical 'magic' we saved his extremities and dunked him in a bacta tank. He should be alright physically in about 4 hours, but if any of you want to go visit him he is awake, just a little out of it and I am sure he would love to see some of you."
She sagged against Terent in relief, smiling--but it faded as she thought of Vooko's loss.

As they exit out of the debrief, Zarya notices Patrick Vallon and Dace Gara off to one side, and darts over to them, against the flow of traffic. "Thank you--both of you--for briniging my wingman home!"
Outside the room, once the press of beings lessens as the pilots go their own ways, she tells Terent & Vooko, "I'm going to see Jazz and then get a good shower! Then I'll give you a hand Vooko."

Zarya Zeelas heads to Medbay, and straight for the bacta ward.

Ash DuQuennes
24 January 2006, 09:53 PM
Afte the debrief was concluded, Ash went back to his quarters and changed uniforms, taking time to grab a quick shower.

Setting down at his desk with his cup of caf, he took out his datapad and began organizing his thoughts and work. First, he had to contact Flight Officer Vallon and see if he wanted to officiate the Memorial Service he had planned for tomorrow. Banging out a text message, Ash transmitted it to Vallon's in-box with a "Reply Requested" header.



To: FO Vallon, Patrik

Fm: CDR A. DuQuennes

Sub: Memorial Service

Msg: Vallon, General Morevo suggested I get with you about officiating at the Memorial Svc. tomorrow for the pilots killed in today's battle. If you're willing to do so, I'd suggest keeping the service fairly non-denominational, religion-wise. Please reply soonest with your answer.

A. DuQ.

Next, Ash called up the personnel files of the dead pilots to see what "final requests" they'd indicated. During the Rebellion, it was almost unheard of for mortal remains to be shipped "home;" the Alliance didn't have the time or resources to make such arrangements. But the New Republic did, in certain circumstances, so he wanted to make sure as a "backstop" to The Ghouls (the nigh-universal service moniker for "Mortuary Services").

Not seeing any special "final requests," Ash next composed the Memorial announcement.



To: All Tempest and Bantha Personnel

CC: General Morevo, Mortuary Services, Duty Officer, Deck Officer

Fm: CDR A. DuQuennes

Sub: Memorial Service

Msg: At 1300 hrs. tomorrow, there will be a Memorial Service on the Flight Deck for the pilots killed in today's battle. Uniform will be Service Dress.

A. DuQ.

Dumping that message into the ship's infosystem, Ash finally turned to the hardest task: notifying the next-of-kin. The families of the deceased would get an official notice from Fleet, of course, and Ash was sure Calo was also composing similar letters as their Squadron Commander, but he also wanted to add his words to Calo's, in the hope that the families would take some small measure of comfort from them.

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He had more work to do after those messages were done, but his heart wasn't in it. Pulling out the bottle of hooch he kept in his desk drawer, Ash started to pour himself a stiff drink, but instead stopped, slowly capped the bottle, and put it back away.

Instead, he headed for Command Country. He wanted to review the intel weenie's raw data (as much as his security clearance allowed, at least) that went into the last mission's Threat Assesment. Somebody had dropped the ball on the pirate's "estimated available assets," and if it was someone aboard The Pride, they were going to discover a whole new universe of Officialy Sanctioned Pain and Suffering when Ash squared his boot off in their backside.

Uron Teff
25 January 2006, 03:54 AM
To execute vengeance upon the heathen, and punishments upon the people;
To bind their kings with chains, and their nobles with fetters of iron;
To execute upon them the judgment written: this honour have all his saints. Praise ye the LORD.
Das Buch

Exiting the conference room the mood of the two pilots had slightly improved. Though both knew about the loss of three comrades they were more delighted about the physical coditions of Jaster Mace also known as Tempest Ten. Within the conversation of Priest and Dace Lt. Zarya Zeelas steped up to the two pilots. Quite suprised by her appearance Priest focused his attention upon the female pilot.


[Zarya] Thank you--both of you--for briniging my wingman home!

With a glowing red face Priest thought about how to express himself properly to the Lieutenant. After a short silence his shuttle co-pilot took initiative and replied.

[Dace] Uh, no problem, Ma’am. That was our job.
[Priest] Yeah. What my co-pilot tried to say is, that we’re sorry that we only could have saved, uh, Jaster.

After Lt. Zarya Zeelas left the conversation the two of them turn towards the cantonment area and continued their dialogue while walking down the corridor.

[Dace] What my co-pilot tried to say is,...! Are you totally through, Priest. What was this for, huh?
[Priest] Nothing. I just wanted to point out that I was the shuttle pilot and you where the co-pilot.
[Dace] And you did it by emphasising the word co-pilot.
[Priest] I thought you’d like to be known as the co-pilot of Sarah?
[Dace] But why did you have to...
[Priest] I was just kidding, Dace. There is no difference between pilot and co-pilot of a shuttle. We both had to do tasks for two missing crew members. And hey, we did a great job.
[Dace] You’re totally right, Boss. Why don’t we just get our butts out of the suits and into something more, uh, cassual cloth. What do you think? Thirty minutes, in the mess?
[Priest] Why not. Duties over for today. Okay. Thirty minutes. Till then.

After a short nodd both pilots took different directions at an intersection leaving Priest alone with his thoughts about their last assignement. Within few minutes of walk he reached his quarter and opened the door to it. With a short whiz the door sprang open and Priest entered his accomodation. As one of the few Flight Officer with a small single room Priest wasn’t as happy as most of the pilots would have been in his situation. Due to his assignement as ships moral counselor his duty times where different from the rest of the crew. Mostly speaking and discussing mental and religious issues with pilots Priest spent most of the day as the names counselor.
Walking to the book shelf on the “far” wall of the room Priest took the book he studied years ago. While touching the antique book memories of his hometown on Kontros IV flash to live. Pictures of his family in his birth house. Memories of his father and his mother. Memories of his parish. Memories of their cruel deaths.
Within a glimpse of a second Priest’s mind is filled with hate and anger towards the Empire and their methods. Though sadness lied upon his mind because of the loss of loved ones he focuses only on one task. Revenge. Vengeance is what I will bring, the sword of the Goddess.
Walking across the small room Patrick subconciously activated his account on message archive in the ships’ network. Not again. he thought viewing his personal messages. More than three quarter of these were from Leading Spacecraftsman Marcain Carter who tried to contact him for another apointment this evening. He can wait till tomorrow. Priest thought grimly closing the respective messages – three in number – as his view fell upon an application from Commander Ash DuQuennes.


To: FO Vallon, Patrick

Fm: CDR A. DuQuennes

Sub: Memorial Service

Msg: Vallon, General Morevo suggested I get with you about officiating at the Memorial Svc. tomorrow for the pilots killed in today's battle. If you're willing to do so, I'd suggest keeping the service fairly non-denominational, religion-wise. Please reply soonest with your answer.

A. DuQ.

Within instances his enragement faded into a deep and thoughtful state of mind. Not hesitating he instanly opens the reply window and starts to type.


To: CDR DuQuennes, Ash

Fm: FO Vallon, Patrick

Sub: Re:Memorial Service

Msg:CDR DuQuennes, I would like to hold the Memorial Service for our fallen comrades on the date given. I try to keep the named service as non-denominational as possible from my point of view.

‘Priest’ Vallon


After finishing the message while pushing the ‘send’ button a short thought appeared in his mind. And there goes my evening. Sorry Dace. As he closed the ships’ message network Priest turned towards the door, arose and moved fast paced to Dace Gara’s quarter to inform his friend of the priority of the task lying ahead of him.
Shortly after he arrived at the quarter and only instances after he had pushed the door bell Dace opened the room and stared with a dazzeled view at the still in a Flight Suit dressed Priest.

[Dace] What’s wrong with mate? Can’t you read your chrono? And do you consider this as dressed comfortable?
[Priest] Well, yes and no. I can read the chrono and I’m almost [checking his chrono] 20 minutes too early. No, I don’t think that this Flight Suit is meant to confortable.
[Dace] Then why in the name of three moons of Carmas are you here then?
[Priest] I just received word from Commander DuQuennes that he wants me to hold tomorrows Memorial Service.
[Dace] Oh... and this means?
[Priest] That I have to work on it. And until this isn’t done I have no time for drinking and celebrating. Sorry pal.

Sadness is visible in Priest face due to the fact that Dace and he weren’t able to get a smooth evening with some sabacc and/or few drinks within weeks.

[Dace] Well, I understand. No problem. Anyway, I thought of asking Ensign Mallor – you know the beautiful blond with the blue eyes – out for dinner tonight.

Dace said with a huge grin on his face.

[Priest] Then hopefully you manage it this time to speak to her, co-pilot.
[Dace] I will have a nice evening with a young, beautiful girl and you can sit in your small room with your beloved book infront of you, shuttle pilot.

At the emphasised end of the sentence both men started to laugh hearty, Priest said goodbye with a short tap on Dace’s shoulder and turned to leave. Walking down the corridor with only one thought upon his mind. Non-denominational. Nice task you have there, Priest.

Ris
25 January 2006, 09:59 AM
Dace] Uh, no problem, Ma’am. That was our job.
[Priest] Yeah. What my co-pilot tried to say is, that we’re sorry that we only could have saved, uh, Jaster.

Zarya smiles sadly at Priest's comment. "I know--but no shuttle team could have done more for our pilots than you 2. I've heard you're quite a team. And I owe both of you a drink--I'll fix it up with the bar." Even as she made the offer, Zarya wondered if that were the "right" thing to offer a priest. From what she'd heard, Vallon really was a priest of some sort.

Vanger Chevane
25 January 2006, 02:15 PM
"I'm going to see Jazz and then get a good shower! Then I'll give you a hand Vooko."
"You might want to spend some time with Six as well. Don't rush on my account, I'll probly be byte-wrangling till late trying to get everything tidied up. The Casualties datapacks need to be cleaned up, filled out, and tied off.

Then I've got to find out who's coming in and when, <i>if</i> we'll have enough snubs to stuff em in, and pore through their packs so I can make a good suggestion to Calo where to stuff em.

Not to mention coordinating with Crix to make sure they're up to speed quickly, as well as exercises for the rest of us, <i>and</i> familiarization exercises so we don't have a newly-bonded wingpair hurtling off in different directions when surprised..."

Giving his twin a friendly push, "Go have some of the fun I won't, I'll be about whenever."

Before someone gets around to packing it all up, Vooko stops first by his quarters, then Maith's. Following an ancient and well-revered Remembrance Tradition of Druckenwell's Military, he quickly and quietly takes some trinket - worthless to anyone other than he - of his Wingman's, and leaves one of his own.

Returning to his quarters, he stashes the momento, pulls off his boots and clothes in favor of a comfortably battered old shipsuit and fires up the Holoplate, resigning himself to an even longer Evening's Work.

Rostek
25 January 2006, 03:17 PM
Calo readied himself for launch in the ready room, Feeling the weight of the medal in his pocket, he clears his throat.
"Lieutenant- I decided it best to let you do your business after the briefing, but I think I should do this before we go up. It's appropriate to fully honor your wing's sacrifice, I think- that he inspired others to new heights, even in death.
Attention, if you please." Calo said calmly.
Once Vooko and Six follow through with this, Calo takes out the medal General Morevo had passed him, along with the note the General had sent to him in his personal mail account (OOC: ;)):
"Flight Lieutenant Vooku Zeelas:
'In the highest appreciation of your help to secure the New Republic against it's enemies and for showing high combat efficiency in and out of the cockpit, Starfighter Command has chosen to give you this honor, The Kalidor Cresent.
This medal has been given to starfighter pilots by the Alliance since the beginning of the Galactic Civil War, it signifies great bravery in the face of overwhelming odds. It's name and shape signify the grace and power of the predatory Kalidor from Danvar, which in turn symbolizes those attibutes in the awardee.'
Congratulations... we had better get to the flight deck." Calo says, extending his hand after pinning the award on the appropriate part of the flight suit and patting the younger man on the shoulder.
After turning, Calo immidiately spins on his heel.
"I'm sorry gentlemen... there is one more order of buisiness." he said, and reached into a pocket of his flight suit. After finding what he was looking for, Calo extends his closed palm. Opening it after reaching the required distance, he reveals three small red pins... the Redbird, the Republic medal awarded for injury or death in the line of duty. Closer inspection would note the name of the recipiant carefully engraved on the back- these were their wing's Redbirds.
As per tradition, Calo attached K'zk's Redbird to his collar and motioned for the other two to do the same. For the duration of this flight, they were flying for two...
"Let's go, gents." the Captain said somberly and placed his helmet on his head as he walked to the flight deck enterance.

Drendar Morevo
25 January 2006, 07:22 PM
13:00 Hours rolled around soon enough and General Morevo had already called for the three pilots to make their launch, but as far as he knew the pilots were currently getting ready for Their Honor Guard flight.

Considering in space combat not much in the way of remains are left what is collected up usually finds its way to a cremation chamber unless specifically stated against in the pilots wishes. Funerals never were and never are fun. But people always try to remember the happy times. The only problem being that in such a situation, one never really has a chance to get to know the other people who they fight alongside.

Uron Teff
29 January 2006, 02:57 PM
And I will execute vengeance in anger and fury upon the heathen, such as they have not heard.
Das Buch

Returning to his quarter Priest views the room he had left only minutes ago. The desk packed with datapads and datacards for his daily duties was in an untidy state. Old holopictures from his family standing right next to the pictures of his former fellow students at the New Republic Flight School. Pictures with memories of sadness standing right next to pictures of joy and celebration. I do know how most of the crew feels. I know how deep the loss of friends or beloved ones can be.
Slipping out of his boots and the allready opened Flight Suit Priest moves almost undressed in the bathroom unit. After fifteen minutes of a hot and soothing shower Priest dressed again but this time in the favored casual clothing. After he dressed he sat down at his desk with his eyes focused on the pictures in front of him. With his fingers running through his full grown red beard he thought about the Memorial Service lying ahead of the crew.
Instances later he stood up again and grabed the old book he used to have since he was a small child - the book about the Goddess. Running over the pages of the named book not searching for something special his view falls upon a short section of words.


Joy is gone from our hearts; our dancing has turned to mourning.

With sadness lasting on his mind Priest read on in the book trying to find a section he could use in his prayer tomorrow. After hours of work and pages of pages of reading later he finally found the fiting section of the book. Exhaustion written upon his face he bookmarked the page and closed the book. Let’s put this book down and get some sleep.
After he had prayed he went to bed to rest at least few more hours.
With arising the next morning and after breakfast Priest fulfiled his dayly duties and got back to his quarter two hours early to the Memorial Service to dress properly for the service.
Almost an hour before the Service Priest now dressed in his Service Dress he walked down to the Flight Deck mentally preparing for his duties this afternoon.

Ris
30 January 2006, 12:58 PM
Sickbay, just after debrief
As Zarya steps into the Bacta Ward, the Medtech Bretane, who is monitoring Jaster, walks toward her, intending to tell her to "Go away, don't disturb the patients." Meaning, of course, to not bug him with her worries about the patient. It's not been a good day, after all. Jace Varen had signed himself out against medical advice--probably a black mark on Bretane's record, he was sure. Comm. Solomani had certainly not liked it. Though he had only criticized Bretane's "bedside manner," not the pilot's foolishness. Even though his superior had talked to him privately, and never raised his voice, Bretane couldn't tolerate being called down. And whatever rank the NR had given this aging surgeon, he wasn't the son of 2 nobles.
But that was before his interview with Dr. Solomani had been interrupted by notification that there were pilot casualties. Solomani had treated Jaster himself--a Jaster who's limbs were already frostbitten so badly even bacta wouldn't be able to regenerate the tissue, & who had almost died from deep shock. Like all the other medical staff, Bretane was aware that the surgeon was also Jedi--but he hadn't understood what that meant. Until he'd watched the pilot's injuries lessen and his vitals stabilize and then improve under the touch of Comm. Solomani's delicate hands. There'd been enough time for him to start thinking about some things, since Jaster had been "dunked."
So Bretane noticed how the bright lights, rose tinted from the bacta, emphasized the weariness in the young woman's features, and that she was wearing a sweaty flight suit, sleeves tied around her waist. She' clearly came directly from a debrief, if not the flightline. So he reassures Zarya and hands her his own headset to talk to Jazz, as she called him.
"Hey, good job out there."
"Uh, thanks...Zarya" Jaster made an attempt at a thumbs up sign, and his wing returned it with a grin.
They only talked for a few minutes, Zarya realizing that her erstwhile wingman was almost asleep. Bacta dunks did that, at least to her. She'd been in 2 or 3 times after the accident, and the warm, thick liquid lulled her, she recalled. Even if it did taste worse than a bad batch of Abrax spiked with used CQ-4 grade lubricant.
**********
Vooko's quarters, later that evening
Zarya lounged on her brother's bunk, a mug of dark beer in her hand. She'd managed to get a few mugs into Vooko, and he was much more relaxed now. "You look up the regs on these services, sis? There's a missing-man flyby and torpedo salute." Zarya nodded, motioned with her mug for him to continue. He swallowed, and added, "I'm flying Neckbreaker. Can't do proton torps--but I bet one of those decoy flares would really do the job. If I can 'charm' one out of Deep Munitions. Wonder if it shooting out ahead of the protons would look good? Or hitting them be cooler? Bet the CO'd hate that--but whaddyou think?"
"I think you need to cool your thrusters and think, Vook!"
Her twin gave her a questioning and almost hurt look. "What's wrong with it?"
"Vooko, for starts, it's disrespectful & just not like you. Why even Kel wouldn't pull a prank at a funeral! And that's what it'll look like," she added severely as Vooko started to protest that he just wanted to make sure they had the best sendoff. "Not to mention, it's stupid. Doing something like that right in front of the General! He'd knock you down to Able-Spacer. And have you tossed in the brig--or out an airlock, if it was closer! You're so damn lucky I don't have a hydrospanner handy!"
At the moment, Zarya resembled their mother Kresta so much that the young man blanched and winced. "Holy Hurt, Zarya!"
"Does that mean you won't do it?"
Vooko glared at her and grumbled, "Yeah, sure, I'll do it your way, Zarya...You're right...about this one."
As always, the argument was over as soon as one twin conceded or sued for peace. Zarya turne dthe conversation to something pleasant. "Did you hear Gen. Morevo say we're gonna be patroling the Corellian Run? We can take some leave & visit our Family! I didn't use any of mine when I was with the Rancors--no one I wanted to spend any of it with--& with you doing Rogues' College, you sure didn't use any of yours. So we've got plenty of time--and it's the off season." She adds, blushing, "Do you think Terent might like to go with us? I'd, I'd like to show him where all we used to hang out."
[Open]

As Zarya left her brother's room a while later, and walked down to Terent's she felt much better. Yelling at Vooko had been a release for her. She too was keyed-up and upset over the loss of 3 pilots and Jazz's injuries, which would require a long convalescence, she'd been told by the Medtech. Zarya chimed her friend's door. Tonight, he found, she was wearing just jeans and a Team Tancredi tee-shirt. "Hey, Terent, you feel up to teaching me music, or do you just want to hang out? Maybe in our favorite corner of the lounge after?"
[Open]

Next morning, a few hours before the memorial service
Shadowed by S'Mertay, Zarya Zeelas arrived on the hangar deck in simple coveralls, her hair in a simple knot instead of the braids she usually wore on duty and covered with a cap to keep engine lubricants and oils out of it since she wouldn't have time to wash any dirt out. She carried an overnight bag containing her dress uniform and boots and a small personal hygiene kit. She'd duck into the refersher on this level to clean up and change into the DU before taking the turbolift to Observation on Deck 6, where the memorial would be held.
Zarya paused to say a few words to her crew and Jaster's, reassuring the latter that he would be fine in time. She then found Vooko's crew just beginning to prep Neckbreaker. She and S'Mertay pitched in on the A-wing, and also began to help Terent's techs.
[Open]

When Zarya returned from cleaning up & changing into her DU, Calo had just arrived outside the flight deck. She came to attention with Vooko and Terent, wondering what was going on.

"Flight Lieutenant Vooku Zeelas:
'In the highest appreciation of your help to secure the New Republic against it's enemies and for showing high combat efficiency in and out of the cockpit, Starfighter Command has chosen to give you this honor, The Kalidor Cresent...
While Zarya had doubts about her CO's sense of timing, she had none about how much her brother deserved the medal. Tears of pride sparkled in her green eyes as she stood at attention.

"I'm sorry gentlemen... there is one more order of buisiness." he said, and reached into a pocket of his flight suit. After finding what he was looking for, Calo extends his closed palm. Opening it after reaching the required distance, he reveals three small red pins... the Redbird, the Republic medal awarded for injury or death in the line of duty. Closer inspection would note the name of the recipiant carefully engraved on the back- these were their wing's Redbirds.
As per tradition, Calo attached K'zk's Redbird to his collar and motioned for the other two to do the same. For the duration of this flight, they were flying for two...
Zarya Zeelas could only watch solemnly as the 3 men attached the Redbirds to their collars. Then it was time for them to go to their snubs for what Druckenwell traditions called an Honor Flight. She hugged her twin silently. Like yesterday, she didn't need to speak for Vooko to understand the message--Zarya would fly with him in spirit on this lonely flight, closer than any wingman. She turned to Terent Indayce, hugging him tightly as well. As Six placed his helmet on his head, she looked up at him, and he heard her whisper, "I love you, Terent!"

Deck 6, Observation Room
About 3 minutes later, Zarya Zeelas arrived at the service. The room was already crowded, and not just with pilots and flight crews. She passed close to Commander Solomani, among others, then the Sarah's copilot, Dace Gara, shyly touched her arm, and led her to where he stood with Jazz. She gave her former wingman a quick hug, and took her place between Dace and Jaster. "Good to see you out, Jazz. Thanks for saving me a spot, guys." Then the young pilot stared out at the stars, waiting for the service to begin, thinking...

Rostek
30 January 2006, 01:29 PM
Calo gently nursed his X-Wing into launch position. Checking to see the other two were beside him, he opened the comm channel.
"Control, control, this is Pyre One, ready for liftoff, repeat, ready for liftoff." he said.
"Control copies, Pyre Flight is clear to launch, Out." the young duty officer replied sadly, and the lights on Calo's console governing tractor control and clearance code blinked green.
"Thanks, control- Pyre Flight, on me." the Captain replied, easing his X-Wing out the bay doors into hard vacuum, moving into a smooth elliptical arc which would bring the fighters into position near the reviewing stand at the right moment.
When the time comes, he turns his craft to orient it to the viewstand and comms the General, cutting the engine to docking speed.
"Honor Guard to Review Commander, we are ready to proceed, over." he said, awaiting the other man's response.

When given clearance, Calo leads the other pilots in a high speed flyby of the stand, and he himself plays "missing man" in the formation, at the right time, pulling up and twisting out of the formation, then once out of sight turns back toward the others. Somberly, Calo turns up the audio feed of the ceremony on his headset and allows Cold to align his craft with the others.

At the reviewing stand, Crix leads the remaining pilots of the squadron into their front row position in proper military style. As Adjunct Officer, it was his unfortunate task to take over tasks normally the responsibility of Commander and XO, and as all those higher in the squad hierarchy were either stood down or in space, the young pilot had the sad task thrust onto him by Captain Stennic several hours before the Squad CO had lifted off. Crix had decided not to protest the decision, although Zarya technically could have been delegated the role, and resigned himself to his task.
Closing his eyes as the X-Wings flew by and the audio sensors approximated the roaring sound which would exist were they in an atmosphere, Crix sighed heavily and waited to be allowed a seat for the service,


(OOC: Latter part posted on behalf and at the nominal dictation of Norseman, who is experiancing severe computer problems right now, at the time where midterms are a lurking for him. Also, a thanks to N-Man for the idea of designation Pyre Flight, as using the Squadron ID would be technically incorrect, and "Honor Guard" is too unwieldy for radio comms)

Vanger Chevane
30 January 2006, 03:55 PM
"Do you think Terent might like to go with us? I'd, I'd like to show him where all we used to hang out."
"Well...We'd want to avoid some of Kel's favorite haunts, Six may or may not be all that welcome by some of the more Imperialistic Houses, like Kodaas, but he ought to enjoy it. (jokingly) Tho running the Mom Gauntlet may be a bit tough on him.

I really haven't accrued much Leave, coming here straight from Flight School, but if we're nearby we could probably manage a Pass for a few days, if things are quiet."


After she left, he pored through records trying to figure out what the best way to slot the new pilots so the whole squadron would perform as smoothly as possible.

Mister Savronela should work well with The Boss, Calo's skill should keep him reasonably safe but his habit of charging straight into a furball won't let his wing get complacent.

Mister Varen should work well with Six, both are Ex-Imp and would have similar flying styles. What's this? His Medical History is incomplete, request an update.

Lemek...he's been working on Zarya's snub, should have a decent idea on how she flies, hopefully they can get along.

Gara & Vallon...the SAR Jocks that fished Jazz out of the cold. One fills Morec's slot with Dees, the other flies with me. Gara should go to Two Flight, Six and Varen should be able to keep em safe, or push Varen with Dees or Gara to even out the skill there.

Vallon...Sithspit! He's the guy doing the Service...and flying with the only pilot to lose two wings on this cruise. Hafta really beat him up in the sims so I don't have to hold it in too much. Least we'll still have someone to keep em all sane despite the pressures, but it's not the same without Maith.


The next day after very carefully going over all the details of choreographing the short but highly-precise hop, and Calo surprisingly unfazed by his choosing to use his personal ship instead of the assigned X it's clear that he has something on his mind, but isn't about to intrude, preferring to wait and see if it'll come before they break for their individual ships, or he'll hear about it later.


"Lieutenant- I decided it best to let you do your business after the briefing, but I think I should do this before we go up. It's appropriate to fully honor your wing's sacrifice, I think- that he inspired others to new heights, even in death.
Attention, if you please."
Stunned, Vooko's training kicks in and he stands to on reflex.


"Flight Lieutenant Vooku Zeelas:
'In the highest appreciation of your help to secure the New Republic against it's enemies and for showing high combat efficiency in and out of the cockpit, Starfighter Command has chosen to give you this honor, The Khalidor Crescent.
This medal has been given to starfighter pilots by the Alliance since the beginning of the Galactic Civil War, it signifies great bravery in the face of overwhelming odds. It's name and shape signify the grace and power of the predatory Khalidor from Danvar, which in turn symbolizes those attibutes in the awardee.'
Congratulations... we had better get to the flight deck."
Surprised and a little embarrassed, I've never really allowed myself to think I'm that good, apparently I am... All he can do is stammer out "Th...Thank you Sir."

After pinning Maith's Redbird to his collar his family should really appreciate getting it, on the way out to their snubs "I've roughed out a new roster, if we want to reorganize By-the-Numbers this is a good chance to do it.

We should consider rigging up the Repulsor Check in some sims. Those Bones can really push someone around, and all of them need bounced around a bit so that if somebody tries it - especially some amateur - they know how to recover. Possibly also a head-to-head exercise to play around with it a bit, could be fun."

Settling into his cockpit, and the calm professionalism that best suited the somber mission ahead,
"Control, control, this is Pyre One, ready for liftoff, repeat, ready for liftoff."
He didn't need to check his displays, the ship was more an extension of himself than a thing - a concept Uncle Hlarrit had referred to in a story and Vooko firmly believed as 'His Dragon Wings', Its sound and feel telling him all he needed to know, Across the specified Flight Freq "Pyre Two, go."

coldskier0320
30 January 2006, 06:29 PM
After the debrief, Terent had headed back to pilot country, intent on that shower. Bursting into the room, he dropped his flight suit to his anlkes and grabbed a towel and change of clothes. Just before leaving for the freshers, he paused, eyeing the vacant bunk next to his oddly.

While he was sure someone would fill the guy's place, for now, the belongings across the room belonged to a dead man. And that, in and of itself, would have most people a little uneasy. not so with Terent. Out of respect for the guy, and to help himself out later, he took the moment to carefully clean up the other half of the room, stacking all of the deceased pilot's belongings neatly at the foot of his bunk.

As far as having a dead man across the room, Terent may have had the most experience of anyone on the Pride. Figuratively anyhow. For nearly a year aboard the Stigma, up until his defection, in fact, Terent had "shared his room with a dead man" as the pilots of the 8063rd liked to joke. One a two-part mission, not unlike the planned form of Tempest's most recent action, Terent's wing had been dusted. A replacement pilot was pulled from the reserves for part two, but this one was female, out of one of the first co-ed fighter pilot classes form the Academy.

Unfortunately, she drank vacuum in part two, before she could even be assigned a room in pilot's country aboard the ISD Stigma. Her replacement, also female, was slipped into the next available single room, while someone in bookkeeping had listed Terent's room as full, based on the fact that he had a wing, never imagining she might not room with him. Thus, according to the computer, a vacancy had never opened up in his room, and his old wing's stuff sat stacked at the foot of his bed until the day the 8063rd defected: the dead man in Terent's room.

Coming out of the shower revitalized, Six slipped into a pair of shorts and laid down, drinking in the silence of his room. In minutes, he was asleep.


Zarya chimed her friend's door. Tonight, he found, she was wearing just jeans and a Team Tancredi tee-shirt.

The chime at his door jarred Terent out of a troubled dream. He was leading an entire squadron of dead men into a battle. Dead men like his old wing...he was the only TIE to deploy...

Starting as he woke, Terent muttered, "Come in.", loud enough to be heard on the other side of the door. Sitting up to see the T-shirt clad Zarya walking in, he yawns and comments, "So I don't get the 'dress to impress' treatment anymore?...I approve."


"Hey, Terent, you feel up to teaching me music, or do you just want to hang out? Maybe in our favorite corner of the lounge after?"

"Yeah, whatever you like, Zee. If there's one thing they DO teach well at the Academy, it's that you get precious little down time, so make it count. Jane told me "Do Not Disturb" in ones and zeros before she powered down for the night, so we don't have to worry about 'Big Sister' interrupting the jam session.", Terent finishes with a sleepy grin, nodding to the dark and silent astromech along the rear wall of the room.

For the rest of the night, Terent and Zarya play...and talk...

...until eventually, Terent walks her down the corridor, long after most prudent pilots were asleep, seeing her safely into her bunk and exchanging some kind words with S'Mertay before diving back into his own bed, and a room of silence.

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Next Morning

Rolling out of bed on the early side of things and completing his morning rituals in a weakened state of unconscousness, Terent slips into his bright blue bathrobe and shambles down the hall toward the officers' club. Finding himself alone, he gets the robo-bartender re-activated from its recharging port at the end of the bar, and purchases a drink voucher, thanking the little mechanical, and heading back to his room to prepare for the funeral.

As the wingman of one of the fallen pilots, Terent would be flying for the duration of the service, which was fine by him. Aboard the Stigma the fallen pilots were simply acknowledged, then forgotten, until once a year, when the deceased would be honored all at once, at a DU-required service.

Terent decided he'd much rather fly around for a few minutes than have to squirm in his DUs while some religious kook spouted propaganda. Now fully dressed in a new flight suit, he headed down to the flight deck to find Zarya helping tune his X.

"Don't mess her up!", Six cries jokingly, "My man here just found her sweet spot yesterday!"

Giving Zarya a twirl-hug, before continuing on to his tech, he says to the grease monkey, "In case I don't get around to properly thanking you for doing one hell of a job at the next party...the next one's on me."

Giving the guy a quick but iron handshake, he flips him the tiny plastic drink voucher. Then, he notices Capt. Stennic approaching, at which point, he snaps to attention, glad to see Zarya doing the same.


'In the highest appreciation of your help to secure the New Republic against it's enemies and for showing high combat efficiency in and out of the cockpit, Starfighter Command has chosen to give you this honor, The Khalidor Crescent.

This medal has been given to starfighter pilots by the Alliance since the beginning of the Galactic Civil War, it signifies great bravery in the face of overwhelming odds. It's name and shape signify the grace and power of the predatory Khalidor from Danvar, which in turn symbolizes those attibutes in the awardee.'
Congratulations... we had better get to the flight deck."

Terent, not understanding the full significant of Rebel trinkets yet, merely smiled encouragingly to Vooko for a split second in a face that read: "Good job, kid!"


"I'm sorry gentlemen... there is one more order of buisiness." he said, and reached into a pocket of his flight suit. After finding what he was looking for, Calo extends his closed palm. Opening it after reaching the required distance, he reveals three small red pins... the Redbird, the Republic medal awarded for injury or death in the line of duty. Closer inspection would note the name of the recipiant carefully engraved on the back- these were their wing's Redbirds.

As per tradition, Calo attached K'zk's Redbird to his collar and motioned for the other two to do the same. For the duration of this flight, they were flying for two...

Smile gone, Terent accepted the Redbird with his full serious respect. just because he'd learned to deal with near constant death with the Empire didn't mean that you didn't give the dead their appropriate respect when it was their time. Following the other two pilots' lead, he secured the pin to his collar, then got prepared for flight.


She turned to Terent Indayce, hugging him tightly as well. As Six placed his helmet on his head, she looked up at him, and he heard her whisper, "I love you, Terent!"

The enormity and simplicity of Zarya's words stopped Terent in his tracks. While he knew that he wanted to return the endearment, he choked on his words, his heart being out of practice after not saying those three for years. He smiled and opened his mouth to speak, but Calo had already pre-cycled his engines, and Zarya had to settle for a smile exchange before she retreated a safe distance from the three fighters, and Terent climbed in and fired up.

Linking up his communications gear with Jane, she instantly bleeped a question in singsong binary.

"Whaddaya mean why didn't I tell her I loved her? I thought you didn't like her!"

Another series of bleeps...this one so unfamiliar that Terent actually had to 'cheat' and glance at the red and black readout in front of him. What he read stopped him in his tracks for the second time in less than five minutes.

"Woah, woah, woah, Janey. Nobody said anything about making the couple permanent."

A quick series of beeps in reply, apparently, Jane had been devoting some processor power to the issue.

"'Make what little time you have count?!', you said you were sleeping!"

The chitter-bleep equivalent of roaring binary laughter.


"Control, control, this is Pyre One, ready for liftoff, repeat, ready for liftoff."

"Pyre Two, go."

"Pyre Three, green."


"Control copies, Pyre Flight is clear to launch, Out."

Pyre Flight, on me.

"Okay Jane, make this perfect and I'll see to it you got dibs on a fresh oil bath when we get back. If I slip too far out of formation tolerance, let me know and correct for me."

Finding himself oddly taken by the graveness of it all, Terent subconsciously turns up his comm, wanting to hear what the 'religious kook' had to say.

And, with a turbulent stomach, Terent Indacye mentally made the most important decision of his life...

Uron Teff
31 January 2006, 12:50 PM
After the crowd of pilots and crew members had gathered in the Observation Lounge Priest was standing in silence at the rostrum awaiting the time till everyone had found a seat. With the start of the so called Missing Man Formation the noise level of the assembled silenced. Turning around once more to look out into the deep space Priest’s mind focused on forthcoming procedure he had worked on till late in the evening. With only the old book in his right hand he steped up to the rostrum and viewed the crowd of pilots and crew personal. Few familiar faces in the crowd. Most of them might not even know who I am... Instances later the ships’ moral counselor opened his mouth and addressed the audience of the Memorial Service for the three fallen pilots.

[Priest] Well some of the attendees might know me, some may not. In the end it does not matter because we are all fighting against injustice and unjustness one way or another. As our fallen comrades have done. The reason for this fight may vary as well as we differ from the people standing next to us.
Sorrow and regret may cover our soul remembering the fallen pilots but we all should not forget that they have lost their live fighting for something. Something worth dying for.
This Memorial Service shouldn’t only remind us of the our comrades. No. It is more than that: It may remind us of the reasons the fallen soldiers have risked their lives to protect others. It may remind us of the reasons we are all fighting this war.
Therefore Captain Stennic would like to speak some words to the assembled crew and fighter pilots via com from his X-Wing.
Captain Stennic you have the attention of all of us.


[OPEN for CPT Stennic]

[OPEN for CMD DuQuennes]

[OPEN for Gen. Morevo]

After General Morevo ended his speech Priest walked back up to the rostrum. With silence falling upon the coincided Priest folded his hands and centered the attention once more upon his shoulders.

[Priest] Though not all of you might believe in an Allmighty Entity or something comparable I was asked to pray for our fallen comrades. Therefore let us pray for our fallen comrades.

After the words were noticed by every of the present mourner Priest opened the old book he carried all the time at the page he marked the evening before and started to read out loud.


For she put on righteousness as a breastplate, and an helmet of salvation upon her head; and she put on the garments of vengeance for clothing, and was clad with zeal as a cloak.
According to their deeds, accordingly she will repay, fury to her adversaries, recompence to her enemies; to the islands she will repay recompence.
So shall they fear the name of the LADY from the west, and her glory from the rising of the sun. When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the Spirit of the LADY shall lift up a standard against her.
Das Buch

[OPEN for torpedo launch]

As the torpedo salute ended Priest stood at the rostrum with his mind thinking of the fallen pilots. And once again he addressed few words to the auditors of the Memorial Service. Final words.

[Priest] With the last salute of torpedos we – as a crew – say good-bye to the three deceased, Flight Officer K’zk, Flight Officer Cabwi Desco and Flight Officer Maith Trist, as they will allways be in our hearts. We will not forget those brave pilots who lost their lives fighting for freedom and justice.

Priest closed the book he held in his hand and witnessed the last few seconds of the Memorial Service before the first of the crew left the Observation Lounge.

Ris
1 February 2006, 01:10 PM
With Vooko, evening before service (continuing conversation)

"Well...We'd want to avoid some of Kel's favorite haunts, Six may or may not be all that welcome by some of the more Imperialistic Houses, like Kodaas, but he ought to enjoy it.
"We probably won't be welcome at places like that then either. And I want it to be fun for him. And, uh, Vooko, I want to show him around myself. Well, um, ah, at least part of the time I want it to be just me & Terent." She blushes. "I still want to spend time with you & Kel & everyone, but you know..."


(jokingly) Tho running the Mom Gauntlet may be a bit tough on him.
Her blush only deepens.
**********
With Terent, evening before service (continuing conversation)

Sitting up to see the T-shirt clad Zarya walking in, he yawns and comments, "So I don't get the 'dress to impress' treatment anymore?...I approve."
Zarya laughs as she hugs him, leaning against Terent's bare chest. "Well, I finally got the idea that jeans and a tee are your idea of 'Dressing To Impress." But I'm still overdressed."


"Yeah, whatever you like, Zee. If there's one thing they DO teach well at the Academy, it's that you get precious little down time, so make it count.
I like him to call me Zee. I don't think I'd like anyone else doing it, but when he says it, it sounds so right. She only smile thoughtfully at the "make it count," then realizes belatedly that her friend had been napping. "I'm sorry, I thought from what you said earlier you'd be awake. We can do something tomorrow night. Or the next, if you don't feel like it."
"Oh no, I'm glad you came in. Really. I didn't want to fall asleep, but with the letdown and all...you know how it is."

**********
At the service
Zarya watches the stars, finding peace in the familiar sight. She had been relieved that Calo or Vooko hadn't called on her to lead the remaining Tempests into the service. Perhaps Vook had realized she planned to preflight his beloved Neckbreaker and see Pyre Flight into their snubs, which she couldn't do if she had to assemble the others.
She was brought back from her contemplation by the recorded sounds of an atmospheric run. Zarya solemnly watched the honors done by the 3 bereft pilots--her CO, her twin, and a man who was much more than a squadronmate. How much more she was just beginning to realize.


The reason for this fight may vary as well as we differ from the people standing next to us...It may remind us of the reasons the fallen soldiers have risked their lives to protect others. It may remind us of the reasons we are all fighting this war.
Zarya recalled the loving work done on the twin T-Z's. She and Vookko had worked as hard as any of The Family, to provide some small means to the cause of justice. She'd not dreeamed she would fly one in that effort, not even when she'd made the test flights. But here she was.

Stormrider
1 February 2006, 05:04 PM
An hour or two before the ceremony

It had been a rough night for the young pilot..insomnia had payed him a visit along with the final traces of his sour stomach.. Jace had barely slept four hours before the alarm chrono rang. Groggily he slipped into the ‘fresher....hot water could dp wonders in waking you up..

He stared at the New Republic Dress Uniform...it felt odd to be wearing the formal attire of those who were once his enemy. Who am I now? Not entirely comfortable...Jace carefully dressed. As the last piece..he buckled on the gunbelt...worn bantha hide that had seen better days.

With about half an hour left before the ceremony and being hungry. He dropped by the mess for a bite to eat.



Observation Deck 6


With a bit of hesitance in his step Flight Officer Jace Varen stepped into Observation Deck Six....A feeling washed over the young man....a deep sadness..it seemed to come from all over, from each person in the room.,...The feeling was as if a heavy piece of material was pressing against against Jace's face..smothering him.

With a flick of his head he tried to banish this as an over active imagination. The feeling lingered at the back his mind....never completely dismissed.



Silently the pilot watched the crowd..especially those pilots of Tempest Squadron. Jace knew exactly how they felt....Losing a wingman was hell. It hadn't been so long ago that his flight had been slaughtered..Faces danced before him..That of Dax a brash youngster from Corellia...Kaider..the gruff old veteran pilot from the Rebellion era.....and most all. Shenya...his wingman..and so much more. The grief was still there eating a hole through an already broken heart.







....I let them die.....because of my stupidity. three good pilots dead.....


Instances later the ships’ moral counselor opened his mouth and addressed the audience of the Memorial Service for the three fallen pilots.


[Priest] Well some of the attendees might know me, some may not. In the end it does not matter because we are all fighting against injustice and unjustness one way or another. As our fallen comrades have done. The reason for this fight may vary as well as we differ from the people standing next to us.
Sorrow and regret may cover our soul remembering the fallen pilots but we all should not forget that they have lost their live fighting for something. Something worth dying for.
This Memorial Service shouldn’t only remind us of the our comrades. No. It is more than that: It may remind us of the reasons the fallen soldiers have risked their lives to protect others. It may remind us of the reasons we are all fighting this war.
Therefore Captain Stennic would like to speak some words to the assembled crew and fighter pilots via com from his X-Wing.
Captain Stennic you have the attention of all of us.


The morale counselors words jarred Jace out of his trip down memory lane.. Purple eyes turned to the man..intent on his every word.

Rostek
2 February 2006, 03:42 PM
Originally posted by Uron Teff

Therefore Captain Stennic would like to speak some words to the assembled crew and fighter pilots via com from his X-Wing.
Captain Stennic you have the attention of all of us.


"Thank you, FO Vallon... and thank you all for showing up." Calo started, allowing his R2 to lead the flight back around the Pride's conning tower for the later torp launch.
"I'm no great hand at giving memorial speeches, so bear with me, if you will. We are here in order to honor the lives of our three comrades, who- to a man- fought bravely and with great skill at their final engagment." he started, then moved on to the body of his speech. He had the datapad on his lap and scrolled down to the appropriate section.
"I had the distinct honor to be their squadron commander during the unfortunatly short time all three were aboard the Pride, and while I didn't get to know them as well as I would have liked, what I did experiance from each of these young people was a fair and kind nature, a genuine dedication to their friends and comrades, and most of all, a keen appriciation of duty. It was that dedication to duty that led them, and us, to fly into a formation of pirate fighters which outnumbered and outgunned us severely, and which ultimately led them to give their lives in that endevour.
We must not be tempted to think that their sacrifice constitutes a justifacation in of itself for action. Instead, we must remember why they fought- to keep the Republic safe. We fight so that one day soon, we need not fight any longer. The political realities of our station constitute a factor beyond our control, and therefore, beyond our interest. We can only go out and do our jobs, and hope our leaders are doing the right thing."
Calo said soberly. He couldn't help but let his cynicism of long service in both the Imperial and Republic Navies slip into his speech, but hopefully the positive endings would help morale a bit and install some resolve.
"I believe the wing commander has a few words to say... so I will finish this up shortly:
"With that said, there is no doubt that our last mission greatly impacted the well-being and safety of the civilians in the sector, and for that, we can at least have the satisfaction that our friends most certainly did not die in vain."
"And finally, I thank you once again for both your efforts so far, and wish you to thank our departed friends for their work, and be heartened that their efforts have pushed us that much closer to an end to this. Their labor is over, but ours has merely begun. Pyre One Out."

Norseman
2 February 2006, 04:32 PM
Crix listened silently as both Vallon and Stennic spoke.
This has to be a tough job... he thought absentmindedly, trying his best not to fidget, though he was very uncomfortable in his uniform and very uncomfortable with his position in the service- front and center with the Wing Commander (though the latter would be speaking soon, leaving Crix alone).
It could be worse, I could be out there with the Captain.... or have my atoms floating around the vacuum. he thought sadly, fighting to maintain a stoic expression for the sake of the squadron- he was, after all, their public face for today. He just hoped he could keep it up.

Ash DuQuennes
2 February 2006, 06:14 PM
As Captain Stennic finished up, Ash stepped up to the podium. He took a moment to scan the faces of the crowd. Some of the Tempest pilots had been around long enough for him to know by face, name, and a little background; they sat attentively, but with a certain degree of professional stoicism.

But looking at the new faces, Ash saw apprehension; a certain stiffness. And with that, his speech went right out the airlock.

So he began:

"I'd like to second the fine words of Flight Officer Vallon and Captain Stennic, and urge you all to take them to heart. But I'd like to build upon Captain Stennic's words and impart a bit of cautionary wisdom."

"As our strength lessens, it is reinvigorated by new faces, new comrades, who join our ranks and take up the standard where it has fallen, and carry it forth again in battle from whence it fell."

"The grief that we survivors feel for our fallen comrades can harden our hearts and souls; and in our pain, it is all too common for veterans to become remote and insular, and to exclude from our camaraderie the new faces that join our ranks."

"If we allow ourselve to succumb to this form of despair, then we may as well resign our commissions, and go home. For if we do succumb, then we have betrayed the memory, the dedication, the service, and the sacrifice of every comrade, in every branch of service, who have stood and fought against the tyranny and oppression of The Empire."

"But even worse, we will have betrayed the next generation as well. We will have denigrated; nay, we will have spat upon their dedication and courage, and cheapened their service, until we have become no better that those we claim to fight in the name of Freedom."

"And then The Empire will have won. Not through strength of arms or cunning in battle, but by turning us into the very thing we fight."

"So I call upon everyone present to rededicate themselves to their comrades in the names of Flight Officer K’zk, Flight Officer Cabwi Desco, and Flight Officer Maith Trist, to the struggle for which they served and paid the ultimate price, that this generation and all who follow may take heart at your example, that they may join our ranks as equals, and be counted amongst us as friends and comrades, and so remain ever vigilant against the encroachments upon LIberty and Justice; and so remain ever ready to pick up the battle standard and lead the way into battle against Tyranny and Oppression, wherever it is found."

"For if we can accomplish that, then it won't matter how many of us fall. Because by our example and our leadership, we will not only honor the legacy of Flight Officer K’zk, Flight Officer Cabwi Desco, and Flight Officer Maith Trist, and all those who went before us, but we will ensure that there will always be those ready to answer the call of duty; to fight the good fight; to teach and lead the next generation; and, if necessary, to pay the ultimate cost."

"Against that, Tyranny and Oppression cannot long endure, and either we, or our comrades, will live to see The Empire vanquished, and peace in our time."

Ash walked around the podium and sat down.

Drendar Morevo
4 February 2006, 11:10 AM
General Morevo Positioned himself behind the Lectern and began a memoriam for the lost pilots.

"I've been in Command of many vessels throughout my military career, this ship is just the last in a list of them, and on every vessel I commanded we had casualties of some sort. I've had to speak at each military funeral, chosen to speak personally to all their families and more importantly ensure that those brave men and women were not forgotten. In the midst of a war we must never forget those people who the rest of the Republic see as faceless soldiers fighting for an ideal."

"Maith Trist was a starfighter pilot from the world of Bespin, and like that planet his mood seemed to shift like the many Beldon herds. Flight Officer K'zk was a quohog who had a profound sense of honor and loyalty, I can still remember his early problems with Galactic Basic and how he endeavored to expand his abilities with the language.Cabwi Desco was more than another Pilot on this vessel. Although I see each of you here today as part of my extended family, Flight Officer Desco literally was family, my nephew through my sister. Last night, I finished the sad task of recording messages to her, and the others' families as well. It is never my desire to bring people I considered family, genetic and otherwise, into a conflict that I had no certain knowledge that they would come out alive."

"Today I think of this as a day in which we remember three fallen family members. We fight to ensure that more people, those who are family and not, do not fall to belligerent enemies that care not for right nor reason. These pilots died for a true cause, one of freedom and to save those who would be oppressed from such a fate. The pain that comes with the loss of people who you command is also the one that tells you to persevere and prevent any of that pain getting to love ones and at the same time tells you to try to live your life to the fullest and honor their memory."

"In this I can only relate to you why we are here. I hope you all understand the sacrifices of the few for the many and continue to fight the good fight and honor the memory of the Few."

And with that he stepped down from the lectern.

OOC: If anyone else wants to say something, now is the time, otherwise I think we can finish this up.

Drendar Morevo
6 February 2006, 07:35 PM
The torp launch was watched with a serene silence from the observation deck as the three missiles flew off and towards the system sun.

The memorial service ended soon after that.

approximately 2 hours later a shuttle came, pick up Lieutennant Birtrok and Flight Officer Mace and take them coreward.

In the meantime, Tempest squadron had four new pilots to bring into the fold. They would have their hands full with more than just that though, things were brewing that none could guess.Tempest squadron was still reeling from the loss of four pilots, how many more surprises could they stand?

OOC: Ash, are you still in contact with Max Ordo about his spot?

Ash DuQuennes
9 February 2006, 07:22 AM
Ash caught up with the General before his other duties could pull him away, and asked him, "General, do you have a few minutes?"

"I'd like to propose a requisition for enough Thinsuits for Tempest Squadron, and all other small-craft pilots aboard as well. Bantha already has them, from our last CO, before we transferred to The Pride. These 'Thinsuits,' made by the Karflo Corporation, are excellent short-term insulation if a pilot has to go EVA."

"They are slightly encumbering, but Bantha's Armorers are already familiar with them, and can custom fit them to each pilot to reduce or eliminate any constrictions that might hamper a pilot's ability to effectively fly and fight."

"Also, I'd like to know when we can expect the remainder of the 'Improved' Y-Wings for the rest of Bantha Squadron."

Rostek
9 February 2006, 02:20 PM
With the firing of the torpedos, Calo gave the call for the three craft to turn and make one final pass by the reviewing stand and then turn for the hanger.

Once back, Calo retreated to his office to view the files on the replacement pilots that had been suggested, but was quickly back in the hanger deck to see off the two departing pilots.

"FO Mace- Before you go, there is something that I should give you." Calo said, smiling supportively and opening the small box containing the Redbird he had earned.
"For recieving an injury in the face of the enemy, I am proud to present you, Flight Officer Jaster Mace, the distinguished Redbird. Congradulations, FO, you've earned it... and where you're going, I'll bet it will earn you a free round or three from the newbies. Take care." he said, handing the box to the young man and patting his shoulder
"Lt. Bitrok- I'm happy I got the opportunity to work with you, and you have my sincerest thanks for helping make this squadron into a legitimate combat unit. Don't forget to write, both of you. I'm sure your old comrades would appriciate it." he finished, and then allowed them to board their shuttle home.

Stormrider
11 February 2006, 08:02 PM
As the fuenral ended..and the pilots and crew filed out of the observation deck. Jace would stay for a few seconds longer..staring out into the endless depths of space.

After leaving..the young man felt restless... He found himself roaming the Halls of the Pride..trying to sort out the jumble of emotions that the fuenral had caused


Why do the people closest to you always die? Always... Varen thought angrily..resentment,anger,sadness and grief welled up in him...

To any who passed Jace in the hall..they would avoid him as an aura of barely restrained emotion was evident.

Drendar Morevo
11 February 2006, 08:19 PM
"Ah yes Commander DuQuennes, I always have time for my starfighter commander. I am aware of these thinsuits but unfortunately we don't have any currently in supplies but we should be able to requisition some upon arriving at our next destination."

He paused before answering the next question.

"We will be able to pick up all eight fighters at our next supply destination. It will be around 4 days till we arrive. Now if you will excuse me commander I need to get to the bridge."

The fighters land as General Morevo makes his way to the bridge and starts giving orders pertaining to his next location.

"Lieutennant, make your jump towards these co-ordinates"

"Sir why are we going so close to the druckenwell system without actually going to the druckenwell system?"

"Tactical reasons, Intel indicates that Teradoc may be making an attack on the end half of the corellian run, some key systems, including bothan space are near that half of the run, we are being reassinged there to patrol against Teradocs forces."
"Anyway, we might get reassigned to the druckenwell system anyway, I know we have a supply pick-up there after all. Lieutennant, engage the Hyperdrive."

The stars became lines and the space around the ship swirled in a massive blueness.

Ash DuQuennes
12 February 2006, 07:57 AM
Four days! Ash thought gleefully as the General entered the turbolift for the bridge. Lots of "down time" to get the squadrons into the sims, and maybe bring the new pilots up to speed a bit, integrating them into the Wing.

Pulling out his comm, he thumbed in Captain Stennic's code and said, "Captain Stennic, I'd like you and your flight leaders to join me for dinner at 1800 hours in the Pilot's Lounge. We have a four-day transit to our next destination, and I'd like to bang out a training schedule with a lot of sim time for everyone, using your ex-Imp pilots to game out some probable engagement scenarios."

With that, Ash called Puck and Lt. Kre'ok and told them the same thing, and headed for the Pilot's Lounge.

OOC: If anyone's interested, I'll see about setting up a chat room where at least some of us can "conference." If not, I might break down and enable IM, even if it means getting IM requests a million times a day from people like "SlutGirl69."

Edit: changed meeting time.

Rostek
12 February 2006, 02:16 PM
Calo got the call from Duke as he left the hanger bay.
"Roger that, Commander- they're right here... we'll be up in a few minutes." he replied, and over his shoulder sought out his flight leaders in the dispersing group of pilots and support crew.
"Vooko, Six... and Ralter- with me. We've got an appointment with the Wing King." he said, holding the lift for the three for follow.

OOC: Chat room could be cool- though I would like to point out I wouldn't spam you with IM requests if you'd answer once and a while :D

Uron Teff
13 February 2006, 11:08 AM
For he put on righteousness as a breastplate, and an helmet of salvation upon his head; and he put on the garments of vengeance for clothing, and was clad with zeal as a cloak.
Das Buch

Priest stood few minutes after the last crew member had left the Observation Deck letting his mind wander. As he recapitulates the words he had chosen to use at the Memorial Service the evening before his mind is filled with sadness and mourning for both the three fallen soldiers and his long gone beloved ones. How long has it been? Two Years? Three? Or even five? But still it seems like yesterday. The smell of burned flesh...

Standing upon the hill not far from his home-town, just after he had visited one of his parishioners, three small objects appeared in the sky. First he didn’t noticed them but as they crossed the sun large vee shadows flew over the green plains. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he looked in the sky and back to his town. A cruel and cold voice inside his head told him that nothing good would happen.
Within a blink the save homes for hundret of people vanished into a huge firestorm. The devasting laser from those huge ships vaporized the whole village and almost all fields around it equalizing both living and unliving matter into balck slag. Nothing was left from the people he knew all his life other than hot molecules.

With his face burried in his hands the thought of what he had lost, grew even stronger. The fear of being allone from these days faded and pure hate towards the Empire had took its place. The Empire destroyed the villages and all their inhabitants because they thought Rebels where hiding on our backwater world. They just wanted to make an example of how they treat traitors or presumable traitors. They kill the whole population of a planet just to make an example.
He stood up and turned towards the huge observation window viewing the stars. They will pay for everything they’ve done. Twice. With his grip tightened around his book he stood there for merely a second or two as a voice from behind drew upon his attention.

[Dace] What are you doing here? Aren’t you hungry? Well I’m starving and I wanted to ask if you’d like to join me?

Priest turned on his heels and eyed the other Flight Officer. The feeling of a friendly warmth growing inside of him he stood there for another second. Then with a loud grumble Priest stomach caught both his and Dace’s attention. Few seconds of awkward silence later the two men were laughing heartly at the incidence.

[Dace] I knew you couldn’t keep your feeling secret, Boss.
[Priest] Nah, not when you’re around.

After Priest had gathered his stuff from the empty Observation Deck he and Dace walked a few meters till they reached a intersection. With his tumb pointing at the left hallway Priest said calmly.

[Priest] Okay, this is – as usual – my way. We’ll see us in 30 minutes at the mess.
[Dace] Your wish is my command.

Again loud lauhing both men spread in two different directions without a chance of not being eyeballed suspiciously by passing crew members. One minute and thrity-five seconds later he opened up the door to his quarter. An instance later his Service Dress was down and he was in the refresher cell almost burning himself with hot water.
After he was showered and redressed he stood a mere second silently in his room. Within the movement of checking his chronometer on his left wrist his view fell upon the pictures on his desk. Those few pictures he had from his family only survived the fatal strike of the Imperials because Priest had saved them inside his precious book all of his life. While eyeing the pictures once again sadness arose in his heart. As he sat down on his bed still viewing the pictures his mind started to think of these loved ones again. Pictures were they were smiling and laughing followed by pictures of the total destruction he witnessed apear in his mind. Why did they have to...
Interrupted by the chirping sound of the door bell Priest arose and walked to open it. With a hissing sound the door open. Oh no, not again.
Suprized by the appearance Priest steped on step back just to give Leading Spacecraftsman Marcain Carter a slight chance to enter the quarter. Before Priest could come up with even a thought Carter began to bombard the counselor with the newest story of meeting Spacecraftsman Rugaric.

[Carter] I met her at the mess just minutes ago...

Not again! Priest thought as he stood there trying to focus on what Carter called a conversation – an at least one hour in lenght monologue what has happened in the last half an hour. As a slight, only to Priest audible, grumble arose in him he couldn’t hold it any longer.

[Carter] ... and then we sat there for three minutes staring at eachother...
[Priest] Hold it, Leading Spacecraftsman.
[Carter] ... and she had this brightness in her eyes...
[Priest] I said, hold it.
[Carter] ... and then I couldn’t hold it anylonger...

With a sigh of knowledge Priest tried to reply.

[Priest] Well I guess I know how she felt.

But even this comment seemed to bounce off of Carter as he continued to finish his story.

[Carter] ... and I kissed her.
[Priest] Hold i... you did what?
[Carter] I kissed Spacecraftsman Rugaric.

A huge grin apeared upon Carter’s face. Then he slightly touched his left cheek just the way you touch your cheek after a Nilonian Fairy kissed it. With amazement and disbelieve.

[Priest] And? What happen? Did she hit you?
[Carter] No. She returned the kiss and was longing for more, I think.
[Priest] That is wonderful. You don’t know how happy I am about this.

Because this means you won’t come here and tell me your stories anymore. Priest thought perfidious. With the huge smile lasting upon his face Carter added one more thing.

[Carter] I guess you are eager to know what happen next, right?
[Priest] Uh, well, actually...

Taking another deep breath Priest tried to focus on his duties.

[Priest] Carter, this is your life. And you managed to get this girl without my help. I don’t see that I’m of need in your case. Not that I don’t want to know what happened but I think it is not that necessary for me to know. Go on and live your life, boy.

Without any further ado Priest pushed the young crew member out of his front door, turned and closed it from the outside. As his view finally fell upon the Spacecraftsman’s face he found appreciation and thankfulness in it.

[Carter] Thank you, Flight Officer Vallon.
[Priest] Uh, well, uh, yeah, it’s, uh, you’re welcome.

Shaking the Flight Officer’S hand Carter turned and walked away. Still puzzel from this Priest stood there and view the crew member disapear behind the first corner. Now this was a suprise. he thought as he turned in the opposite direction.
One minute later he rang at Dace Gara’s quarter and an instance later both pilots were on their way to the mess. But just after few seconds Priest turned his head over his shoulder viewing if not Leading Spacecraftsman Carter or Spacecraftsman Rugaric was behind them.

[Dace] Are you paranoid or something?
[Priest] No, just careful. You do know Leading Spacecraftsman Carter, right?
[Dace] Yeah, I do. Why?
[Priest] I told you about him and Spacecraftsman Rugaric, right?
[Dace] You told me about him dating this hot mechanic from the second.
[Priest] Now guess what?
[Dace] No. No way. Damn. How? Did you help him?
[Priest] Nope. He did it all alone.
[Dace] Damn. There are only 15% female crew members on this ship and now another one is engaged – with this jerk?
[Priest] Well this must be love, eh?

With a broadly based grin he view the simulated jealousy of his shuttle co-pilot as his thought went wild again. Asking himself what there will be for food today he heared Dace speak.

[Dace] Remember the red-haired Lieutenant thanking us after we picked up Jaster. The one who owns us a pair of drinks.
[Priest] Yeah.
[Dace] I heard that she is engaged, too. With someone from the squadron.
[Priest] Dace, you should know not to believe every gossip or rumor you hear in this ship.
[Dace] What are you trying to say?

The straight face Priest tried to keep from the start of the conversation vanished as he looked into Dace’s. The eagerness of not-understanding was lying upon it. Combined with the stupid look he had everytime he was puzzled. With an outburst of laughter he responded to the question.

[Priest] I was just kidding. I heard the same rumour, too. And it going around for a while. Therefore I think there might be a bit of truth in it, even though I have to admit that I haven’t seen them walking hand in hand over the flight deck to their fighter.

Just as he finished the sentence the two entered the mess and walked straight up to the outlay of the meals. After both had picked up a meal with the corresponding salat they view the mess for familiar faces to acompany while eating.

[Dace] Hey isn’t this the red-haired beauty over there?
[Priest] Yes, this is Lieutenant Zeelas.
[Dace]C’mon lets join her.
[Priest] Why should we do this? We barely know her.
[Dace] But she knows two free drinks for us.
[Priest] Allright. But only if she wants us to stay.
[Dace] Yes, as usually.
[Priest] No, not as usually. Remeber the last time? Ensign Mallor? Does this name ring a bell?
[Dace] Yeah, it does. Okay, not as usually.

With this both men walk throught the mess to join Lieutenant Zarya Zeelas at her table. At their destinated goal Dace put his the most charming smile upon his face and he asked.

[Dace] Ma’am, are we allowed to join your table?

Ris
13 February 2006, 11:56 AM
Right after the service

The torp launch was watched with a serene silence from the observation deck as the three missiles flew off and towards the system sun.
Fly you high!Zarya silently gives an ancient Druckenwell pilots' farewell to Kzk, Maith and Cabwi. After the Torpedo Salute, both squadrons stood there in stunned silence, excepting the occasional creak of someone's boot leather. Surreptitiously, she wipes tears from her eyes, touched by the speakers' words. But she is not the only one.
While the other attendees continue to stare out the viewport, apparently lost in their own thoughts, Zarya quietly leaves ranks and the deck. A few minutes later, she is back in the hangar, amongst the techs waiting for Pyre Flight's return.

As soon as the engines were powered down, she headed over to Neckbreaker, waiting by the ladder for her brother, ready to take his helmet. As she stands there, her solemn gaze travels to where Terent Indayce is about to exit his X-wing. Zarya's eyes are wistful. Did he just not have time to say anything or did I say the wrong thing? In her mind, she saw again that incredible smile that had been his only good-bye to her before the Honor Flight. You don't give that kind of smile when you don't really care--do you?
Steps on the ladder bring her attention back to her twin. As Zarya takes Vooko's helmet, he raises one eyebrow quizzically. The twins are close enough that Vooko doesn't need to ask, and she needs only give a quick half-smile in reply before moving back out of the way while her brother finishes the post-flight. [open]

Zarya follows her twin out of the hangar bay, glancing hopefully back at Six once more.
Vooko's quarters

I'm strong, I'm sure, I'm in control, a lady with a plan
Believing that life is a neat little package I hold in my hand
I've got it together, they call me "the girl who knows just what to say and do"
Still I fumble and fall, run into the wall, 'cause when it comes to you, I'm
Just another woman in love, a kid out of school
A fire out of control, just another fool...
"Just Another Woman in Love," Anne Murray
Zarya found the lyrics of a love song older than she was going through her head as she got out of the DU's and pulled on shorts and a tee confiscated from her twin's wardrobe. I'm strong & sure--but I really feel like a fool right now. She felt her brother's caring gaze on her, waiting to hear her out. There was no need to go through a lot of "Uhms" and "Ahs" or some convoluted introduction with someone who already had a very clear idea what was on her mind. Or heart, in this case. So Zarya launched right into her doubts, in a quiet voice. "I've got it so bad for Terent. I'm in love & I told him so--before the flight. I shoulda kept quiet. Lady Zeria always said to never say 'I love you' if you didn't really mean it; and try not to be the first person to say it if you did mean it! She told me you took all the risk, showed everything in your hand if you did." Zarya flopped on Vooko's bunk, rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling.
As she took a deep breath, Vooko asked gently, "Didn't she also say there were times you just shouldn't wait--& you had to decide that for yourself?" He recalled Zarya telling him about that conversation, back when his sister was just getting intrested in guys.
"Yeah...but I didn't decide! It...well I was holding his helmet while he adjusted his flak vest & Life-Sup gear, and he took it back. Then all of a sudden I was telling him, 'I love you, Terent.'" Her face turns thoughtful, although her voice is still unhappy. "Maybe I did decide, deep down. It was just before the service, and the next Pyre Flight could be for any of us. What if I didn't tell him & there's no more chances? But now I've gotta know about him! He didn't even speak to me after he post-flighted."
Zarya, raised to be a strong and sensible woman, soon recovers her perspective with her twin's help. After all, there's no evidence Six doesn't care for her. Not only that, she hadn't rushed over to see him when he landed, just left with her brother.
Content for now to let things take their course, Zarya Zeelas is ready to talk of other things.
She wanders over to Vooko's workdesk and indicates the files there. "What are you up to, Mr. XO Sir?" she grins. "Or is all this Too Important for the eyes of a very junior flight lieutenant?"
"Just the tentative new roster. Was thinking of pairing you with Ja'Ma Lemek since he's been your Weaponry Tech. Think you could fly with him on your wing?"
"Sure, he's pretty good. Always coming up with these new ideas to optimize that pointer of mine. Haven't had time to go over 'em & see what I might want to do, if anything. But there'll be plenty of time during this jump."[open]
"Are we finally going to do some sim work? We had all these good ideas & no time to start on them, & now would be ideal," she points out. "And are you gonna tell the CO I'm pretty hot with coding sims & the like?"[open]
Finally, on the way to see the departing pilots off, Zarya brings up Druckenwell. "I'm going to put in for leave time today. I can't wait to see our Family again. Do you want me to put in a request for you?" she offered, knowing full well that such requests went to Vooko first. "And should I invite Terent? He did promise to help me get an instrument."

Hangar deck - again
Zarya bids farewell to her wing Jaster, with a smile & quick "good luck" hug. She watches with the others as the shuttle Riverine--the same one that had brought her and Terent to the Pride--took Bitroc and Mace homeward.
Almost as soon as Riverine leaves, Calo calls to the Tempest flight leaders.

"Vooko, Six... and Ralter- with me. We've got an appointment with the Wing King." he said, holding the lift for the three for follow.
Both Vooko & Six would be busy for hours, Zarya was sure. That's how it had been in Rancor Squadron, although that had always been a relief for her. Less people to harass her in one way or another. She gave her twin and Six a resigned wave, then headed back to the hangar.
She pulled on the coverall she'd worn earlier while helping with the preflight, as well as her toolkit. Next, she made her way to Heartbreaker. She could lose herself for hours working on the familiar snub alone. It didn't need tuning, of course, so after a few minutes checking, she got her paints and began adding her Tempest kills to Heartbreaker's hull. Once she was satisfied with the stylized sillouettes, Zarya changed the rank on her name. "Flt. Lt. Zarya Zeelas" it now said in Aurebesh lettering of a style unique to her homeworld. She stood back, admiring her own handiwork for a few minutes before cleaning up everything and heading to the Mess. Once a few moe people start taking notice of my work, I bet I can trade painting sillouettes for some small things I might like she thought with satisfaction.

Mess
Having hoped to have company for her meal, Zarya was a little blue. She'd debated taking a tray to her quarters or sitting by herself, since this was a bit earlier than most wanted supper. In the end, hunger made her decision. She sat down at a small table, lost once more in thoughts of Terent Indayce.

[Dace] Ma’am, are we allowed to join your table?
It took her a moment to identify the man as one of the pilots who had rescued Jazz. "Sure, please join me. Lovely words today, Mr. Vallon," she added after they were all seated. to what do I owe the honor? Oh, yes the matter of a pair of drinks, perhaps?" [open]

Zarya's quarters, an hour or so later
Zarya took a long shower and dried her hair. Well, I will at least take the evening off. A good time to listen to the music Terent gave me.
Clad only in a long silky sleep tee, Zarya put on her headphones, turned down the lights and began to listen...Although intrigued by both lyrics and melody, the overly-long and sad day had caught up with her, and she soon began to drift off...

Uron Teff
13 February 2006, 01:41 PM
But, O LORD of hosts, that triest the righteous, and seest the reins and the heart, let me see thy vengeance on them: for unto thee have I opened my cause.
Das Buch

Without taking his look from the young Lieutenant he hears Dace speak the words he had heard so many times. Dace, I hope this is not like the other day with Ensign Mallor.


[Zarya] Sure, please join me. Lovely words today, Mr. Vallon.

Just as Priest tried to say ‘thank you’ and opened his mouth to do so, his companion Dace Gara took initiative. While putting down his tray opposite to where Lietenant Zeelas was sitting, he moved a seat with his foot so that he could easily sit down. Priest was still standing as Dace continued.

[Dace] C’mon, don’t call him ‘Mr. Vallon’. He feels ccomfortable with ‘Priest’, right bud?

Dace turned to look at Priest who was still standing. With a puzzeled look upon his face he walked around the table to take a seat with Lieutenant Zeelas to his left and his eager buddy to the right. Viewing Dace with a smirk in his face he placed his tray on the table.

[Priest] Yes. Thank you, Ma’am. I know very well how the families and friends of our fallen comrades feel in this moment of mourning.
[Dace] What’s up, Boss. Got a swollen tongue?

With Dace almost interrupting the end of Priest’s second sentence the attention fell again upon the shuttle co-pilot. But just as Priest recognized that Dace’s brain was working on another anoyance Lieutenant Zeelas spoke up.


[Zarya] To what do I owe the honor? Oh, yes the matter of a pair of drinks, perhaps?
With lifted eyebrows Priest head turned to face the other male pilot.

[Priest] Yeah, Dace, why are we here?
[Dace] Uh, well, I... Priest... we... alright you got me. We’re here to ask about the drinks.
[Priest] Actually you are here to ask about the drinks, remember?

A slight redish coloration apeared in Dace’s face as Priest finished his question. Not looking back to neither the Flight Lieutenant nor the Flight Officer he took up his fork and started to eat. Then all of the sudden he opened his with food filled mouth.

[Dace] I’m sorry... [he swollowed] ... but I was asking myself if we could just, I mean, this evening, maybe...
[Priest] I think he wants to ask you if you want to join us this evening and take a drink or two with my mate here and me.

Taking another fork of what looked like Astorian noodles Dace shoved the food into his mouth. An instance later a slight noise was audible.

[Dace] Damn. I got to go. I have to write report about the shuttle mission.

With a sad look upon his face Dace stood up and took his try with him. Just as Priest wanted to turn around to face Lieutenant Zeelas his co-pilot threw a all saying view to him. I know what you want to know. Without further noticing Dace he finally turned to face the female Flight Lieutenant.

[Priest] To be honest, Ma’am, Flight Officer Gara and I know that you are the sister of the Tempest Squardons’ XO. And as you can possibly figure, we both are curious to know who will be the new pilots assigned to the Tempest Squadron. And we thought you might know.

Vanger Chevane
13 February 2006, 05:58 PM
As he floated there and listened to the service with his entire attention, save the miniscule bit needed to not drift out of formation, to the Service:

"Sorrow and regret may cover our soul remembering the fallen pilots but we all should not forget that they have lost their live fighting for something. Something worth dying for.[/i]
Aye, the price has been paid. Now it falls to those still standing to see it was well bought.

[quote]We must not be tempted to think that their sacrifice constitutes a justifacation in of itself for action. Instead, we must remember why they fought- to keep the Republic safe. We fight so that one day soon, we need not fight any longer. The political realities of our station constitute a factor beyond our control, and therefore, beyond our interest. We can only go out and do our jobs, and hope our leaders are doing the right thing."
Vooko's memory ranges back to the words Lord Tancredi - practically his Grandfather, and strongly rumored to be a Veteran of The Rebellion - had sent him off with. Words he didn't fully understand until today. Come back if you can, die well if you must.


"Although I see each of you here today as part of my extended family, Flight Officer Desco literally was family, my nephew through my sister."
Well now. I seriously doubt he had any problems with his family, but Cabwi certainly wasn't asking for any special favors from his Dear Uncle.


As his missile sizzles out into the star-studded blackness, Vooko sends alond his own silent salute Hope to see you along The Next Joruney, Maith. May The Path rise to meet you.


After the service and post-flight "tucking in" of his ship, he's approaches Zarya and is about to ask her for details when his expression changes to one of amiable exasperation. Quickly pulling the Crescent from a thigh pocket - he wouldn't dare fly with it hanging dangerously around his neck, even on a Nerf-milk Run like this - he presses the highly respected and cherished award into Zarya's hand. "As always, Duty Doth Call. Tuck that away safely, Love." With a quick hug and a smile for her, he follows The Boss to make sure the Redbird he's pulling off his flight suit collar makes its way safely to wherever the rest of his wingman's gear was going.

After that, he'd returned to his quarters to find her waiting there, and raiding his wardrobe, as expected. He changed to a comfy shipsuit and waited for her to tell him what the problem was.
"Sure, he's pretty good. Always coming up with these new ideas to optimize that pointer of mine. Haven't had time to go over 'em & see what I might want to do, if anything. But there'll be plenty of time during this jump."
"But we haven't a resident 'Master Caf Aficianado' to run thing by so everything's reasonably safe. Pulling off the course and waiting for a Shuttle to pick you up won't get you killed in racing, but it bloody well can here...or cost someone else. If he can justify his designs well enough, we can try to have it looked over by someone properly qualified before trying to implement it."


"Are we finally going to do some sim work? We had all these good ideas & no time to start on them, & now would be ideal," she points out. "And are you gonna tell the CO I'm pretty hot with coding sims & the like?" Probably, depending on what our next task is. I suggested sim work to Calo, including some Repulsor Check runs to get everyone at least familiar, but that's gotta pass by the Commander, and maybe the General as well." He chuckles. "I didna wanna volunteer ya, but if you want to, laying out some concept runs for Checking and getting Checked would be a help as we know the most about it unless someone's got a surprise that didn't make their file."


"I'm going to put in for leave time today. I can't wait to see our Family again. Do you want me to put in a request for you?" she offered, knowing full well that such requests went to Vooko first. "And should I invite Terent? He did promise to help me get an instrument."
"Sure, I'll pass both up the line, but haven't heard where we'll be headed next. If we're close, it'd be a good chance to get him to try & relax a bit."

Hia datapad pings, promting him to check the on-display chrono. "We'd best get going or we'll miss the sendoff."

After the shuttle takes off and before Vooko can determine whether Zarya wants time with Six alone or not,

"Vooko, Six... and Ralter- with me. We've got an appointment with the Wing King."
Patting himself to ensure his trusty Datapad filled with the volumes of requisite data his job now seemed to orbit around was present and secure, he shoots his twin an apologetic roll of the eyes. "On my way."

Norseman
13 February 2006, 07:21 PM
Crix escaped the service at the end, thankful that that unfortunate event is finally over.
Deciding a shower would be the best cure for his doldrums, Crix made his way back to his quarters and absconded to the refresher.
The young pilot stood, letting the water hit him but not actually washing, and nearly fell asleep from the relaxing rhythm of the water jets and sound of water hitting the floor. It was not to be, however- his chrono beeped, telling Crix that he was due to go to the disembark ceremony for Bitrock and Mace.
Sithspit... he thought tiredly, but dutifully left the shower to get dressed and go down to the hanger bay.
Once there, Crix noted that he should have dried more thouroughly- his shipsuit's collar was wet, and his head was freezing cold in the lower temperature of the hanger bay.
Well... another page is turned in the squad history. This is the biggest lineup change since... well, since after the first mission. he thought absent mindedly as the shuttle lifted off.
Once again, as had became the day's standard, Crix was snapped from his reverie by a piercing sound: Captain Stennic's voice, in this case.


"Vooko, Six... and Ralter- with me. We've got an appointment with the Wing King." he said, holding the lift for the three for follow.
The lieutenant sighed and aquieced, turning on his heel and removing his everpresent datapad from the pouch on his belt.
"I'm here, Captain- ever ready to act as your loyal secretary, sir..." he deadpanned as the four pilots squeezed into the lift.
"Not yet, my young apprentice- it's a dinner call." the Captain replied.
"However," he continued, "we need to get our squadron personnel files and maintainence and readiness reports in order and understood before the meeting. That's where we're going- to the squadron offices and making sense of our combined records." the captain finished with a wistful smile. Crix had learned early on that Calo was not a particularly tidy record keeper- or, rather, he had "his own system", which he could decipher quickly (most of the time) but was incomprehensable to most outsiders, a relic of the Captain's day in Material Command, Crix supposed.
"Alright... I guess better now than later, right?" he asked rhetorically, since they were doing it in any case.

(OOC: Coordnated with El Capitano)

Ris
15 February 2006, 05:35 AM
Hangar, post-memorial service, with Vooko

Quickly pulling the Crescent from a thigh pocket - he wouldn't dare fly with it hanging dangerously around his neck, even on a Nerf-milk Run like this - he presses the highly respected and cherished award into Zarya's hand. "As always, Duty Doth Call. Tuck that away safely, Love."
Zarya closed her hands around both Vooko's hand as well as the medal for a moment before slipping the Crescent's chain around her own neck and beneath her DU collar. She was filled with gratitude that this was no posthumous award. Next one will be mine she thought. "I'll keep your secret treasure for you, Dear One." With the same clear sight that told her her own concerns, she guessed he would be taking care of Maith's effects and that he did not want even the aid of the "other half of his soul" for that personal task.

Vooko's quarters, before shuttle launch

"But we haven't a resident 'Master Caf Aficianado' to run thing by so everything's reasonably safe. Pulling off the course and waiting for a Shuttle to pick you up won't get you killed in racing, but it bloody well can here...or cost someone else. If he can justify his designs well enough, we can try to have it looked over by someone properly qualified before trying to implement it."

Zarya grinned up at him. "I'd say you'll just have to talk to Deyff again--or maybe Our Mom. Once I decide if they have any potential, that is."

"I didna wanna volunteer ya, but if you want to, laying out some concept runs for Checking and getting Checked would be a help as we know the most about it unless someone's got a surprise that didn't make their file."

"I can do a rough code in a couple days, sooner if I have help. It'll keep me out of trouble during the jump. Didn't have any plans other than PT & some target practice--and of course partying," she laughed merrily.

"Sure, I'll pass both up the line, but haven't heard where we'll be headed next. If we're close, it'd be a good chance to get him to try & relax a bit."

"Indeed it will be a good opp. We could even have a Real Date, with dinner and all. Kel will know where that one band that welcomes musicians to sit in is playing now. Though they may have made it past the local circuit by now. As for where we're going, we'll know soon enough. And any part of the Corellian Run is reasonably close to Druckenwell, 'specially compared to here."

Mess, with Dace & Priest
Zarya ignored the co-pilot's limited table manners. Ignoring such things was only polite.

[Priest] I think he wants to ask you if you want to join us this evening and take a drink or two with my mate here and me...
[Dace] Damn. I got to go. I have to write report about the shuttle mission.
"I really planned to--make a short night of it. But we could pretend we're at a fancy restaurant & have them with dinner." She glanced at the chrono on the wall. It's early enough, I could do just the one with you." At Dace's dismayed comment about the report, she started to suggest it could wait for one drink or ale surely, but stopped as she noted the silent communication going on.

[Priest] To be honest, Ma’am, Flight Officer Gara and I know that you are the sister of the Tempest Squadron's XO. And as you can possibly figure, we both are curious to know who will be the new pilots assigned to the Tempest Squadron. And we thought you might know.
"Everyone has ulterior motives, even you, Priest? Well, I suppose for the right price...But I couldn't do that to our Moral Counselor now?" The green eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. Her "semi-cousin" Kelvin wouldn't have hesitated to do so, she knew. "Would also be embarassing, as I would feel obliged to return the creds, since I can't provide the info they'd bought. The COs and flight leaders are meeting right now & I bet they''ll be finalizing the new roster and it'll be posted ASAP most likely." Zarya hesitated, recalling her look at the tentaive roster earlier. Deciding it wouldn't hurt, she added, "I'm pretty sure you 2 will be glad when it is posted, right?" with a quick wink.

Drendar Morevo
15 February 2006, 06:52 PM
I think its time to get to the new pilots....

Ash DuQuennes
15 February 2006, 09:08 PM
Ash, Puck, and Kre'ok, met Calo and his filght leaders in the Pilot's Lounge at 1800. Settling in with drinks and appetizers, the pilots passed the time until dinner with light "shop" talk about the last engagement. Ash was pleased to discover Lt. Zeelas shared his passion for things technical in nature, and between the two of them, the talk threatened to turn into an arcane and obscure exchange of jargon, craft, and manufacturers.

Dinner arrived (it was the same stuff available on the Mess Deck, just served up by the lounge's stewards), and around bites of food, Ash outlined what he had in mind.

"We're going to be in hyper for the next four days, and I'd like to keep everyone busy, on their toes, and for us to start integrating the two squadrons tactics and operations a little more closely. With that in mind, what I propose are days full of sim time. I would like for the squadron commanders and flight leaders to act as OpFor,* with our ex-Imperial contingent designing probable tactical scenarios."

Calo interjected, "That's a lot of stick time, Duke. I wouldn't want our pilots too worn out from long hours in the sims."

Ash considered, and agreed, "You may be right, but I'm not looking at squadron-on-squadron exchanges yet; I'm figuring on flight-on-flight at most, which leaves those not in the sims as observers. After all, people can learn from watching other people's mistakes."

Lieutenant Ralter chimed in, "True enough. Besides, it probably wouldn't be a bad idea to throw in a little classroom time, as well. It'd get all of us working from the same playbook, and get some of the noobs* up to speed with the more experienced fighter pilots."

"Capital suggestion," Ash concurred, entering the idea into his datapad, with which he was taking notes of the meeting.

Not to be left out, Lieutenant Zeelas added, "How about this: a 6 hour rotation, with two hours of class time, two hours as observers, and two hours of sim time? We rotate them through in a 'roundhouse' manner, with a break every hour or so."

"Done and done," Ash decided, annotating the suggestions. "Next up, I've received preliminary approval from General Morevo to outfit all small craft pilots with Karflo Corporation 'Thinsuits.' They're a tad bulky beneath a flight suit, but Bantha's armorers know how to trim 'em up to a custom fit for each pilot, so you won't even notice you're wearing them."

"Good deal!" Calo enthused. "It gives us a little bit more than just a 'shoot-me-orange' flight suit if we have to eject." That drew a few chuckles.

"Speaking of 'a little bit more,' here's something I wanted to run past everyone for feedback before springing it on the General." Ash reached down to the gear bag he'd brough with him and pulled out his Survival Vest. Opening up its myriad pockets, he bagan laying out all the gear he had carefully packed in it for all to see; survival rations, medpacks and other emergency medical gear, energy cells and blaster packs, a compact survival shelter the size of a pack of nicosticks, a vibrodagger, several grenades, a grappling spike launcher and several reload cartridges, a compact toolkit, and so on, it's voluminous pockets disgorging a veritable treasure trove of usefull gear.

"I'd like to outfit every small craft pilot with one of these, gear included. It may be a tad steep, money-wise, but I figure we're bringing in some good results, so Command ought not to kick and fuss too much. If anyone finds themselves dirtside after a furball, this stuff could come in right handy."

The pilots picked through the gear, commenting on the various items, before Lieutenant Ralter asked, "What about the bulk?"

Anticipating this, Ash assured him, "The Tracker-series Utility Vest distributes the weight very well, reducing encumberance significantly. Plus, I've had mine customized to fit perfectly, reducing its already negligible bulk to almost nothing."

Taking a vote by eye, Ash made another note to bring the vest and gear to the General's attention for approval, adding it to his "shopping list" of stuff he wanted to pick up at Druckenwell.

"Next up," Ash continued, "is Maintenance. Lieutenants Panib and Zeelas, I'd like you two to begin coordinating maintenance efforts, since both squadrons use a lot of the same fungibles." Ash stopped as the three Tempest pilots exchanged glances. Some complex interplay was going on through looks alone, before Calo looked at Ash and said, "We have a few ideas, requests really, for the X's. Vooko?"

Lieutenant Zeelas turned to Ash and said, "We have a few....modifications we'd like to propose for Tempest." Opening his own datapad, he transferred several files to Ash's pad. Ash began perusing the summary, his eyebrows slowly climbing towards his hairline. He finally looked up at Vooko, incredulity written on his face. Vooko just returned a wan smile.

Ash returned a lopsided grin, and with mock disgust, spat out, "Damned rocket jockeys!"

The next hour was spent hashing over the details of the proposed "modifications" to the X-wings, and Ash was somewhat impressed with Lieutenant Zeelas' technical and engineering savvy; being a "freighter bum" out of Tattooine for several years, Ash never followed high-performance racing, and so was unfamiliar with the Zeelas' background.

Frabjuous Joy! he though to himself wryly. Just what I need: rocket jockeys with a penchant for racing stripes!

"Finally, I'd like to hear some input on what we can do to take the fight to Teradoc. We've got to stop reacting to what he's doing and get him dancing to our tune. For starters, I think we could use those hot-rod A-Wings the Zeelas' brought with them for some high-speed recon of some of the Teradoc controlled systems."

Calo looked dubious, saying, "I dunno, Duke. We're just a lone VicStar with two piddly squadrons of snubs. I'm not sure we're equipped to take the fight to Teradoc."

Puck, who'd been mostly quiet through the meeting, added his opinion. "I know how this pirate thinks," indicating Ash, "and I know he's not looking for a head's up fight with Teradoc. What he most likely has in mind are reconnaissance-in-force and raids."

With mock solemn dignity, Ash proclaimed, "You have learned well, my apprentice. Your master is pleased."

Turning back to Calo, he jerked a thumb at Puck and said, "What he said. If we engage in fast hit-and-fade operations around the lesser systems in Teradoc space, we could get him thinking more defensively than offensively. We could get him to pull that Interdictor back to cover his home systems."

Lieutenant Ralter asked, "What do we know about Teradoc? His personality, his terrotory, and his order of battle?"

"Good question." Ash conceded. Plugging into The Pride's datanet, Ash accessed the intel files he was cleared to see. Checking their distribution and access limitations, he cross-decked the data to all the officers present. Six minds and six pairs of eyes began scanning their respective datapads.

The meeting adjourned at a reasonable hour, and a notice was posted to all squadron members, and on every bulletin board in the Pilot's Lounge, Mess Deck, Flight Deck, and both Squadron's Ready Rooms:



WING MEETING 0800 HOURS
Pilot's Briefing Room

0800 HOURS the next day...

Ash stood in front of the assembled Wing, decked out in his flight gear, and began.

"Good morning. I hope you all took the opportunity to get a good night's rest last night, because beginning this morning, prepare to get a workout. We have a little over three days remaining of a four-day hop to Druckenwell, and I, along with Captain Stennic, and Lieutenants Ralter, Zeelas, Panib, and Kre'ok have devised a training schedule to keep idle hands and evil minds occupied for those three days."

"The objective of this training schedule is multifold. One is to begin integrating the new pilots into Tempest squadron. Another is for all pilots to get a solid refresher on basic starfighter tactics, maneuver, and teamwork. Yet another is to get all pilots as familiarized with likely Imperial tactics and engagement scenarios as we can. And one more is to begin integrating the two squadron's operations some."

Smiling evilly, Ash continued, "And finally, we're going to kick your collective butts in the simulators. The Wing leadership is going to play OpFor, and we're going to turn you, twist you, shake you, rattle you, and roll you. And if you squeal, we're just gonna do it more, harder, and faster."

"Pilots will be divided into three groups...."

OOC: Observations, comments, and input from all players welcome and encourgaed at this point. This is good opportunity for new pilots to kind of introduce themselves by way of internal and/or external dialogue.

*OpFor is "Opposing Forces," the Good Guys who play the part of the Bad Guys in training exercises. OpFor is typically given every unfair advantage conceivable.

*noobs is "Newbies," or the new people. Generally considered to be the lowest form of life until they prove themselves in action.

Edit: Corrected Veelas to Zeelas :o and added tactics and strategy planning session to meeting.

Drendar Morevo
17 February 2006, 05:14 PM
At the end of Ash's little meeting IC day 1 of 4 will be nearly half over.

Norseman
20 February 2006, 12:11 PM
Crix felt rather proud of himself- he had been pointed out repeatedly during a staff meeting, and in a positive fashion for once.
With that having been noted, however, the young pilot slumped against his wall, muttering curses to himself.
That's a hell of a lot of sim time, even when broken up. At least we'll spend a lot of that time working strategy, but the idea of sending the newbies up against the wing leaders doesn't promise to be very entertaining. But, on the other hand, it will be a good learning experiance he thought, picking himself up and heading to his room to change clothes for less formal duties that he had to take care of over the course of the evening.
After all, there were schedules to prepare, datacards to imprint and tech orders to submit...

The Next Morning's Briefing:

Crix had imprinted informational datacards for every pilot, containing the itinerary, a variety of reading materials (articles from tactical journals, excerpts from the Republic Fighter Command Tactics Manuel, parts of the Imperial Tactics Manual, etc. etc. ) and a piece he had had one of the flight surgeons draw up entitled "Proper Nutritional and Sleep Strategies for Long-Term Simulated Combat" (which was far too grand a title for what amounted to a three page pamphlet). Pleased with his work and assured every pilot was so equipped, Crix took his customary place behind and to the right of Captain Stennic.
'So it begins..." Crix muttered as the chrono turned , indicating that the regimen was to begin.

Vanger Chevane
20 February 2006, 02:28 PM
"Speaking of 'a little bit more,' here's something I wanted to run past everyone for feedback before springing it on the General." Ash reached down to the gear bag he'd brough with him and pulled out his Survival Vest. Opening up its myriad pockets, he bagan laying out all the gear he had carefully packed in it for all to see; survival rations, medpacks and other emergency medical gear, energy cells and blaster packs, a compact survival shelter the size of a pack of nicosticks, a vibrodagger, several grenades, a grappling spike launcher and several reload cartridges, a compact toolkit, and so on, it's voluminous pockets disgorging a veritable treasure trove of usefull gear.
"Solid idea, looks similar to gear I already cary, mainly in a Utility Belt. Course, if we find the right time and place we should do at least some familiarization firing with the Grapple. (patting his own Sidearm) My Enforcer has one built-in, and if forced to eject may be very useful in avoiding something really stupid, like landing in front of their Garrison Headquarters. I might even get lucky enough to tag an airspeeder & be towed a decent bit out of harm's way, though the landing could turn out to be less than optimal.

One thing I'd like to see is some sort of small-package neutral or dark color jumpsuit so we can hide or ditch the "Shoot-me-orange" suit if necessary. High visibility hurts when all the SAR belongs to someone else.

If we find ourselves in a location to do so, slotting some basic survival, evasion, and pickup exercises should Boost our Dirtside Odds, as well as give our Groundpounder Detachment some practice at Seach and Capture. Since the Bones we have are Deuces, that could lend us some extra flexibility in the Pickup Department."


Ash returned a lopsided grin, and with mock disgust, spat out, "Damned rocket jockeys!"
With a roguish grin of his own..."Well Sir, once some of the more creatively minded we've to hand get familiar with those new Bones and have time for a full going over, we can consider mods for them, provided we can sniff out a Flight Engineer or someone equally qualified so anything we do commit will be properly useful and reliable.

Put your own mark into The Book?"


Finally, I'd like to hear some input on what we can do to take the fight to Teradoc. We've got to stop reacting to what he's doing and get him dancing to our tune. For starters, I think we could use those hot-rod A-Wings the Zeelas' brought with them for some high-speed recon of some of the Teradoc controlled systems."

That could be doable, since the hardpoints offer a fair amount of flexibility, we could do runs from a scare-the-nerfherders snoop-and-scoot to a limited quick strike or 'Eyes Forward' for a heavy hit. Depends largely on what we can get or convince the Navy Techs aboard to mill out & the mission specs.

Course, our ships get too chewed up, Command's gonna scream about the bill, not too many places one can get a good price on Corellispace RV-3's or parts for them."

Rostek
21 February 2006, 01:02 PM
As the meeting went on, Calo was scribbling some notes onto his datapad, and muttering aloud, as was his tendancy.
"Request flight suit modifacations- color 'blue-green-grey 180', addition of emergency strobe lights and personal IFF transmitter." he started, deciding that his current suit would be as fine a model for the rest of the squad. The meeting progessed further, until Calo and Vooku were ready to unveil what they had been discussing for the last several days...

Ash returned a lopsided grin, and with mock disgust, spat out, "Damned rocket jockeys!"
Calo grinned "We thought you'd like it. Vooku had the idea for the engine modifacation, and I figured that we'd bleed off a hell of a lot of excess energy from those engines- so I rechecked the tech manuel and saw that it would be a fairly simple task to upgrade the power distribution and emitter fixtures for the laser cannons and shields. The requisite parts would be easy enough to procure off the shelf from Druckenwell. I already did the manpower math- we should be able to get the whole squadron refitted in under a week, doing one flight at a time and keeping the others combat ready. When I was in Material Command, I helped cobble together a fighter or two out of spare parts, so I can supervise the operation." he said assuringly.
With that topic having been wrangled back and forth for a while, finally the business at hand came to the table:

"What he said. If we engage in fast hit-and-fade operations around the lesser systems in Teradoc space, we could get him thinking more defensively than offensively. We could get him to pull that Interdictor back to cover his home systems."
"That's what I was assuming- point being, after the second or third mission, we'd be ripe for a trap... and we don't know that he only has the one Interdictor. Still, it's as solid a strategy as we can have for the first few sorties in unfamiliar space." Calo replied, shrugging.
And then, the meeting concluded- and with Ralter, Calo went about fast tracking the squadron's requests in the ship's quartermaster office (what parts of it they could handle). With all they could do for the day done, Calo retired to his bed and got some sleep- the next few days would be long and trying.

0800 HOURS the next day...

Calo stayed at Duke's right throughout the briefing- viewing the faces of the two squadrons... and wondering how they would fare in this grueling test. Smiling as Duke mentioned the identity of the OpFor, Calo checks his chrono and renews the smile- Only eleven hours, fifty-eight minutes left...

Vanger Chevane
21 February 2006, 02:48 PM
"Request flight suit modifacations- color 'blue-green-grey 180', addition of emergency strobe lights and personal IFF transmitter."

Calo grinned "We thought you'd like it. Vooku had the idea for the engine modifacation, and I figured that we'd bleed off a hell of a lot of excess energy from those engines- so I rechecked the tech manuel and saw that it would be a fairly simple task to upgrade the power distribution and emitter fixtures for the laser cannons and shields. The requisite parts would be easy enough to procure off the shelf from Druckenwell. I already did the manpower math- we should be able to get the whole squadron refitted in under a week, doing one flight at a time and keeping the others combat ready. When I was in Material Command, I helped cobble together a fighter or two out of spare parts, so I can supervise the operation."
"Make sure the lectronic bits are switchable, addition of a scramble-coded comlink wouldn't hurt either. We can set non-Republic-standard channels & codes before a mission and use them only when Pickup's trying to find our lost flier. Short transmissions from the pilot & scrambles will really reduce the likelihood of SigInt pinpointing em before it's too late. Just leaving it on will let people talk at our Lost One and pass info or directions on without Bad Guys being able to pinpoint them."

Vooko's eyes pop in surprise "Blazing Suns! Depending on who's about and what you're willing to offer, I know some top crews who'll have everything in place, to spec, and fine-tuned in a day or two...more if the work's done here instead of their shops...and I know a certain 'Master Caf Aficianado' who's a penchant for relible tweaks and would probly like a look at the new Bones."

Next Day at the briefing
Vooko catches the rather downtrodden looks of most pilots as it's made clear that there's more work than downtime on this jump. The look of elation on Zarya's face is conterpointed by the surprise on Terent's. Guess Six gets a wee vacation soon - like or not. Better file the Pass Request for him today. Going to be a lot of work the next few, but it will pay off when it's important, and the new wingman will find out how tough it is to keep pace with me.

Rostek
21 February 2006, 03:04 PM
Originally posted by Vanger Chevane

"Make sure the lectronic bits are switchable, addition of a scramble-coded comlink wouldn't hurt either. We can set non-Republic-standard channels & codes before a mission and use them only when Pickup's trying to find our lost flier. Short transmissions from the pilot & scrambles will really reduce the likelihood of SigInt pinpointing em before it's too late. Just leaving it on will let people talk [b]at or Lost One and pass info or directions on without Bad Guys being able to pinpoint them."
"Good call." Calo replied, and made the notation on his datapad.


Vooko's eyes pop in surprise "Blazing Suns! Depending on who's about and what you're willing to offer, I know some top crews who'll have everything in place, to spec, and fine-tuned in a day or two...more if the work's done here instead of their shops...and I know a certain 'Master Caf Aficianado' who's a penchant for relible tweaks and would probly like a look at the new Bones."

Calo laughed a bit- "Probably, but our X-Wings are fairly loaded with classified military tech; Intel would have a fit if we used non-embedded contractors without clearance. If you can get the civ crews clearance, then that would work out great, but the best we can probably manage on our own is a small crew made out of our droids, techs and whatever Main Engineering can spare, sealing them off in the part of the hanger bay away from everything and work on a flight at a time. Plus, after we finish the first flight, we've got to flight test them to make sure the things are safe or if there are any unforseen side effects from boosting the power output that much. But first, we'll have to get the parts, plus spares. That will be where your connections will come in handy biggest, I think." the squad leader replied.

Ash DuQuennes
21 February 2006, 03:35 PM
Originally posted by Vanger Chevane
With a roguish grin of his own..."Well Sir, once some of the more creatively minded we've to hand get familiar with those new Bones and have time for a full going over, we can consider mods for them, provided we can sniff out a Flight Engineer or someone equally qualified so anything we do commit will be properly useful and reliable."

"Well I'd like to think I did pretty good all on my own coming up with the imrpoved Y-Wing, at least from a technical standpoint. The real trick was figuring the angle to 'sell it' to Starfighter Command."


Originally posted by Vanger Chevane
"That could be doable, since the hardpoints offer a fair amount of flexibility, we could do runs from a scare-the-nerfherders snoop-and-scoot to a limited quick strike or 'Eyes Forward' for a heavy hit. Depends largely on what we can get or convince the Navy Techs aboard to mill out & the mission specs."

" 'Course, our ships get too chewed up, Command's gonna scream about the bill, not too many places one can get a good price on Corellispace RV-3's or parts for them.

"True enough," Ash replied, "and this is just woolgathering at the moment; General Morevo will have to authorize anything we snub jockeys think up, and he may no go for using unauthorized equipment if the New Republic has to pick up a hefty tab for repairing them, should something bad happen."


Originally posted by Vanger Chevane
Vooko's eyes pop in surprise "Blazing Suns! Depending on who's about and what you're willing to offer, I know some top crews who'll have everything in place, to spec, and fine-tuned in a day or two...more if the work's done here instead of their shops...and I know a certain 'Master Caf Aficianado' who's a penchant for relible tweaks and would probly like a look at the new Bones."


Originally posted by Rostek
Calo laughed a bit- "Probably, but our X-Wings are fairly loaded with classified military tech; Intel would have a fit if we used non-embedded contractors without clearance. If you can get the civ crews clearance, then that would work out great, but the best we can probably manage on our own is a small crew made out of our droids, techs and whatever Main Engineering can spare, sealing them off in the part of the hanger bay away from everything and work on a flight at a time. Plus, after we finish the first flight, we've got to flight test them to make sure the things are safe or if there are any unforseen side effects from boosting the power output that much. But first, we'll have to get the parts, plus spares. That will be where your connections will come in handy biggest, I think." the squad leader replied.

Ash considered this, before replying carefully, "Well, after our infiltrator episode, I'm not too sure the General's going to be wild over the idea of letting a bunch of civies onboard, no matter who vouches for them. As far as the new and improved Bones go, the parts aren't anything special, just 'higher-end' performance-wise, and put together in a sensible 'synergistic' fashion. But it's still an almost entirely Koensayr product."

Vanger Chevane
21 February 2006, 03:49 PM
Calo laughed a bit- "Probably, but our X-Wings are fairly loaded with classified military tech; Intel would have a fit if we used non-embedded contractors without clearance. If you can get the civ crews clearance, then that would work out great, but the best we can probably manage on our own is a small crew made out of our droids, techs and whatever Main Engineering can spare, sealing them off in the part of the hanger bay away from everything and work on a flight at a time. Plus, after we finish the first flight, we've got to flight test them to make sure the things are safe or if there are any unforseen side effects from boosting the power output that much. But first, we'll have to get the parts, plus spares. That will be where your connections will come in handy biggest, I think." the squad leader replied.

Ash considered this, before replying carefully, "Well, after our infiltrator episode, I'm not too sure the General's going to be wild over the idea of letting a bunch of civies onboard, no matter who vouches for them. As far as the new and improved Bones go, the parts aren't anything special, just 'higher-end' performance-wise, and put together in a sensible 'synergistic' fashion. But it's still an almost entirely Koensayr product."
semi-jokingly "Designers and builders of the slickest A-Wings you've ever drooled over suffice?

Performance doesn't mean a jot if it's doesn't fit and function smoothly with the complete package. Strapping J-77s to an X will make it scream along, but you'd be lucky to control it, let alone turn without snapping it into shrapnel. Ease of supply/replacement is a valid concern, and one my people take into account.

If it became necessary, mounts are already in place to put Bone engines into the TZ's. Speed stays roughly the same, but maneuverability suffers a fair bit. A fair number got involved in the Civil War and are adept at the concept of 'Make it, make do, or do without'. It'd be worthwhile to check in & see if they've any plans we can at least take with us to look over later."

Rostek
21 February 2006, 04:11 PM
Originally posted by Ash DuQuennes
Ash considered this, before replying carefully, "Well, after our infiltrator episode, I'm not too sure the General's going to be wild over the idea of letting a bunch of civies onboard, no matter who vouches for them. As far as the new and improved Bones go, the parts aren't anything special, just 'higher-end' performance-wise, and put together in a sensible 'synergistic' fashion. But it's still an almost entirely Koensayr product."

Calo nodded- "Right. The engine parts in question are the newer, improved Incom pieces they've been trying to mass sell to the government in the new and improved redesign they've been working on. But we're still five years from procuring that design, if it manages to clear commitee." he said with a laugh.
"The power system is only a matter of replacing the output and input ports, since the lines themselves are rated to carry another 54% above what we're proposing. We can get those from Koensayr, the ones they make for the E-Wing, which are identical in size and are back compatable with the X-Wing systems, just much more efficiently arranged inside. The emitters for the laser cannons we can get from Taim & Bak off the shelf, the after market kits for the IX5 model come with a thicker cannon body with improved cooling sleeves and more durable emitter crystals. It's only a matter of removing the cannon circuitry from the casing and putting them into the new body. Not a demanding fix, but delicate. The crews should be used to it- they do it already for cracked casings from battle damage or overheating.
Chempet has the new "Aegis" shield projectors out for the E-Wing, which are once again back-compatable with the X-Wing's shield generator and are the same size and shape. Mechanically, it shouldn't require much more than a basic overhaul- no cutting into the hull." Calo finished.
"Vooko's right though- we should at least check in with them and see if they've got anything on the drawing board we haven't thought of, even if we can't let them near the ships themselves." he added.

coldskier0320
23 February 2006, 10:11 AM
Terent had remained quiet throughout most of the meeting, opting to take in the event and learn from it more than anything else. Thankfully, the group didn't need him to do much, as all of his perceived concerns had been voiced by one officer or another over the course of the meeting.

Now that he'd been dismissed, he was quickly making his way toward pilot's country. Jane, trundling quickly behind the young pilot, had remained at his side throughout the meeting, making a holo recording of the event for his later perusal if he decided he needed a second look.

Arriving at the correct door, he took a deep breath, then hit the chime. Inexplicably, his chime was answered by a flurry of electronic tones...S'mertay.

Blatting with impatience, Jane nudges Terent out of the way, and commences a simultaneous bleeping "conversation" with the other astro droid. After a few moments the door slides open.

Terent takes a step into Zarya's room and begins, "Hey, Zee, look, I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to tell you that--huh?".

With a hint of annoyance, Terent hisses at S'mertay, "You failed to mention that she was asleep!"

A few exasperated bleeps later, Terent heard S'mertay say, in binary, "You never asked!"

[OOC: Cold tested, Rissy approved.]

Ris
23 February 2006, 04:11 PM
Zarya & Priest, earlier in the evening

[Priest] Now I do owe you a drink or two, Lieutenant Zeelas. What were you planning on this evening?"Not a lot, just hanging out until that meeting is over. Was gonna see a--friend--for a few minutes after he got done with the meeting."

[Priest] "Well then, should we meet at 1900 hours at the mess? Oh, and it's likely that Dace will come along. I hope you didn't plan on bringing any other female crew member along. If so, then I'd say you should reconsider your choice. You must know Dace... he's a guy who counts to three and then... well you know."
Zarya just shrugged & didn't reply to his comments about Dace. She was neither a matchmaker nor a "dinner table cop" to enforce others' manners. "Wasn't thinking about making it a big party. I really am not up to a long evening, sorry. But a quick drink sounds good."
Zarya & Terent, later evening

Terent takes a step into Zarya's room and begins, "Hey, Zee, look, I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to tell you that--huh?".
With a hint of annoyance, Terent hisses at S'mertay, "You failed to mention that she was asleep!"A few exasperated bleeps later, Terent heard S'mertay say, in binary, "You never asked!"
The human & droid commotion in her quarters quickly woke Zarya from a pleasant dream that faded too fast for her to recall later. Except for the impression that Terent Indayce figured in it. "Hey, who's--oh, Terent." She sat up in her bunk, looking around, her expression turning from alarm to a smile as she recognized the "intruder." "You coulda told him, S'Mertay--he does understand Binary, you know," Zarya told her droid.
An innocent-sounding trill.
"Guess we're even now, falling asleep on each other?" she asked Terent, holding out her arms in a charming, almost "little-girl" fashion, inviting him to join her on the bed. "So what couldn't wait?" Zarya asked.

Next Day at the briefing

We have a little over three days remaining of a four-day hop to Druckenwell, and I, along with Captain Stennic, and Lieutenants Ralter, Zeelas, Panib, and Kre'ok have devised a training schedule to keep idle hands and evil minds occupied for those three days."
...The look of elation on Zarya's face is conterpointed by the surprise on Terent's.
Zarya was indeed happy. Things were still going her way. She'd known everything was looking up from the moment she discovered she'd been assigned to the same unit as her twin brother. Not even the prospect of spending the next several days working instead of goofing off could lessen her delight at what would come after. Showing Terent the world she loved, seeing her family again...
Zarya caught Vooko's eye, glanced at Six, and looked back at her brother, who gave her the slightest smile and nod. I'll makse sure of the passes, Dear One the gestures promised. She returned the nod, Thanks, love ya', bro', and relaxed back in her chair, to listen to details of the upcoming training sessions. It wasn't as involved as preparing for a Race Season, after all, which took weeks.


[OOC: Cold tested, Rissy approved.]
OOC1: I thought it was the other way around.
OOC2: Uron provided Priest's lines via PM & Vanger okay'd interaction with Vooko.