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    [Camera pans up to see a YT-1300 Freighter exiting hyperspace over a blue and green planet]

    The beat up and battered YT-1300, named the Last Chance, leaves hyperspace quickly and speeds toward the planet Eden, which houses a secret Rebel Base. There are no other starships in the vicinity, leaving the Chance alone in the vacuum of space.

    [Cut to the cockpit of the Last Chance]

    The silent cockpit is filled with four beings: two Farghul, a Human, and a Gungan. The two Farghul occupy the front seats and the two other occupants sit behind. Paps Halo, one of the Farghul, manages all of the ships systems from the pilot seat. The other Farghul, Taps Halo, mans the communication systems from the co-pilot seat. Sitting behind Paps is the Human, Kelvin Radegant, a member of the Rebel Alliance. Finally, the Gungan CorSec Agent Tobler Grizbain sits next to Kelvin.

    The silence is broken by an incoming transmission. “Unidentified freighter, you have entered Rebel space, please identify yourself. Failure to do so will result in fighter deployment.”

    [Fade out to Rebel base lounge]

    The lounge is full of off-duty Rebels. The room has an entertainment holoprojector, currently playing a holodramas, a few tables where games of chance are being played, and couches where some soldiers are catching up on their sleep. Most beings are enjoying intoxicating beverages, using the drinks to get away from the everyday grind of the Rebel life.

    Noticeably, there are two pilots, Vooko Zeelas and Cinowyn Antilles, that are not involved in the games of chance or the drinking. They are still in their flight suits and have their comlinks on. The pilots are on duty, but they are not called until a space born threat emerges from hyperspace.

    They sit and watch as the other Rebels enjoy their time off. The room is noisy and the two barely hear the beep of their comlinks. A voice comes over the comlink, “Zeelas, Antilles, report to the docking bay immediately, we have an unidentified starship in the vicinity.”

    [Cut to docking bay]

    Maintenance techs hurry around the docking bay, fixing starfighters and speeders. Tia Nebular, one of the best techs available at the base, is working on the base’s two A-wing starfighters. These two fighters, one of them being Vooko Zeelas’ personal starship, are currently warmed up for emergency take off. Tia goes about her work carefully, double checking everything. As she works, her comlink goes off. “Nebular, this is the command center, get those A-wings prepped for take off. Antilles and Zeelas are on their way.”

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    Kelvin broke the silence, "Frak, don't they know they'd be shootin at thier own kin? I hope this don't get ugly, 'cause I get space sick real fast, and it really does get ugly when I get sick..." and finished with a grin

    Turning to the Gungan sitting beside him, "So, Tobler, how about you? You get space sick?"
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    Tobler Grizbain, Gungan CorSec officer, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Without looking at the Human, the tall and lanky Gungan shook his head. "No. Meesa no--" He pauses. "I do not get space sick. Livin' in wadder help that." Almost unnoticeably, Tobler winces at the sound of his own voice. What is obvious, however, is the amount of concentration the Gungan puts into his speech and diction.

    He rubs the back of his neck as he peers out the front viewport. What meesa doin' 'ere? Meesa no bombad policeman. Meesa just the CorSec kick-roundie. Meesa supposen to be catchen sabaac cheaters, not goin' to no Rebel base where meesa might get shootin' down. Aye yie yie, lamnets Tobler silently.

    He taps one of the two cat-like aliens on the shoulder. "They know weesa--" Again, a small pause. "That we are coming?" says Tobler, trying very hard to speak correctly.
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    -Rebel Base Lounge-
    Even in her flight suit & chestbox, Lt. Wynn Antilles seemed more or less comfortable. She was sitting in a chair, booted feet propped on a makeshift footstool--a crate with a ragged towel folded on top of it. Every so often she glanced around the room or sipped at her soda--she didn't like caf. For the most part, though, she just read the holonovel on her datapad. It wasn't that great, but it was new to her. It was from her brother, in the Corps of Engineers, & had arrived along with a well-censored letter.

    Wynn ran a hand through her thick, chin-length, auburn hair, fighting boredom. She was new to Eden Base & didn't know anyone very well yet, or she might have wandered over to one of the game tables just to watch. As she picked up the soda once more, she got the comm message. She gulped the rest of the liquid as she stood & then grabbed her helmet. "Copy, Control," she aknowledged. At the door she called to her wing, "C'mon, Zeelas. Maybe it's real this time."
    In the docking bay, she ran straight to her fighter, with a wave at Tia. "It's hot? Good." Once in the cockpit she ran through the preflight carefully. Eden was the first assignment where she'd had an A. An elegant fast snub, but great as it was she still missed having an astromech. "Antilles, good to go."

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    Kicked back on one of the couches, Vooko studied his datapad familiarizing himself with the system he was dropped off in only two days before and going over the specs for some of the hardpoint-mounted Missiles his "family" had tucked into his starfighter when the comlink clipped to his collar came alive.

    He rolled off the couch onto his feet, pocketing the datapad and snatching his helmet off its perch on one of the arms "Zeelas, enroute". and ran to the Hangar Bay Hatch.

    "C'mon, Zeelas. Maybe it's real this time."
    He grinned to the Lieutenant with the X-pilot Wings as the raced to the bay "Never can tell. Who's got Standby Flight?" She might not yet be comfortable with the snub's speed or maneuverabilty, and likely curses it's lack of protection and killpower. Her choice of tactics may be a bit conservative...

    Once in the cockpit, he quickly and surely ran the start-ups, hearing the RV3's trademark low howl (OOC: think Airwolf ). It wasn't the X-Wing's whine or the hum of the normal J-77's, but a sound reminiscent of a ghostly predator and fitting the design and intent of his starfighter.

    He half stood & twisted to look over the aft of his ship. Rolling the stick around & tapping the pedals he gauged the speed & responsiveness of both Thrust Flectors & Steering Fins that gave him what could be that critcal edge against the Imps. Dropping back into the seat, he strapped in and scanned his readouts.

    Two lit, shields and guns charging up nicely, glancing over at his wingmate she's got three steps to go, good. With a hint of excitement in his voice "Blue Six, standing by." followed with "Antilles, good to go." then waits for Control to give the intecept vector & permission for takeoff.

    Wonder what the target is, and what surprises they could be packin? his eyes dart around the bay And where in the Sith is the Standby Flight? Things get ugly up there, it'll be awfully lonely if they dawdle...
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    "Never can tell. Who's got Standby Flight?"
    Wynn sighed, "I didn't see a duty roster today. I don't have this place figured out." Cinowyn now wished she'd spent the last couple hours getting to know her wing. Well, she knew one thing. One of the patches was for a decomissioned squadron. She didn't recall any details, only that it had been hit very hard. Tough blow. Well, at least he's not straight out of training

    As she finished the last steps of her checklist, Wynn wished again she had an astromech. They were so handy. She wondered if there was a way to hardwire one of the droid brains into the snub, then returned her attention to business.

    "Blue Six, standing by." followed with "Antilles, good to go."
    "Zeelas, I'm good to go," she echoed. She commed Control. "Ready Flight, Control. Requesting launch clearance and intercept vectors. Any data on the arrival?" As she paused for Control's reply, she noted, even over her own engines the unusual sounds of her wing's. One of those flyboys--can't leave anything in stock condition, she thought. Not that Wynn had any problem with that. Her brother Trevor was like that with buildings. Trevor always had some idea for improving any building he saw. Besides, the pilots who loved tweaking were a great resource for a pilot whose imagination ceased to function when confronted with engineering schematics.
    She commed Control once more, "By the by, Control, where's Standby Flight standing by? The Expanse or Doldrums?"
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    Paps gritted his teeth as the Gungan spoke. "Why yes, I'm sure they do. Most likely because they have threatened to launch crafts at us, crafts that would intend us bodily harm. Usually, these crafts are not thrown around lightly or at passing garabage."

    He turned back to the controls, not bothering to answer. Taps, his identical twin, grinned a bit. "Aye, the're sweatin' enough. Lets give 'em a holler."

    Leaning forward, he pressed the comm button. "Well, and a good day to you too. Just calm ye all down, no sense in getting all in a tizy, running around like you are important, offering threats of violence. I read this report, by someone who knows alot about something and he works somewhere, which is very important but I can't remember where but I don't think it matters anyways, so and then they said....wait...where was I?

    "Oh ye, the report. Anyways, it says that a lot of stress is bad. So just relax, settin' your mood to cruise, listen to some soothing music, like O thy Noise, great band by the by."

    "So, I have this little number here, a couple of them, that will make you like us. This is your great "security" code, though I've seen more security on a wasteplant, no offense, I'm sure you are all great and that. Besides, I know that those security code guys are probably in a Union or something, so you can't have them create anything over the amount of....oh....6-numbers, praying that the Empire will have roughly the brains of a yak, or even a brak. 11457. Oh ya! Rejoice with me. So we are coming in now, and we want a grand treatment, because we flew this guy all the way in here and that's not cheap. So red carpet treatment, you know?"

    Paps spoke up for the first time, leaning into the commlink. "Ye, and we want some guys in uniforms standing in line waiting."
    "Oh! And some beverages!" interjected Taps.
    "Yes, some Corellian whiskey is good."
    "I've always liked the 0232-1stock."
    "The one with the cherry is good."
    "I thought that was called Bebiendo. And it was with gorja apples."
    "No, I'm sure it was a cherry. A slight red tinge."
    "That's gorja apples."
    "No, gorjas' have a little green."
    "What?! Have you ever seen a gorja apple?"
    "I'm telling you, they are green."
    "No, I could have SWORN they were red."
    "Oh! That reminds me, I want some of that red stuff."
    "Yea, that Major Gilbert had. It had some pink sauce."
    "I think it was a Mon Calamri dish. Shrimp something."
    " I tell you what Control, you get all of your Mon Callies rounded up and ask about a red shrimp thing that comes with pink sauce. It's real good, kinda like a.....you know...the thing we had on Corellia."
    "The pinta?"
    "Yea. Like that. You get to work on that Control, and tell us what you can do. Ok, thank you."
    Taps clicked off the comm and leaned back. "If they didn't know Paps and Taps Halo were coming, they sure as the Nine Corellian Hells know now...."
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    [Interior of the Last Chance.]

    The comm crackles as the Rebel base responds, "Last Chance your code checks out. We're sending up two fighter escorts to lead you in to the base. Standby until the A-wings reach orbit. The General can't wait to meet you all, he's rolling out the red carpet out now. Eden Command out."

    [Docking bay, Eden Base]

    "Blue 6 and 7, you have permission to launch. Intercept the YT-1300 Last Chance and escort it back here. If you have any trouble, the Standby Flight will be ready, we found them sleeping off hangovers. But don't worry they should be fine to fly. Flight control out."

    Tia Nebular, steps back from the two fighters, and waves at the pilots. Smiling, she mouths 'good luck' to the two pilots.

    The docking bay doors, grind open slowly. The blue Eden sky shines through the crack, lightening the dim docking bay. Finally, the doors stop moving and the blue sky calls to the A-wings.
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    Tobler leans back in his seat, folding his arms over his chest. "Mesa in big stinkawiff now," he mutters to himself. The two lighthearted Farghul did not garner a lot of confidence with Tobler. He just hoped and prayed that he would be able to get this mission over and done with, so that he could get back to Corellia.

    He dug into the simple Gungan vest he was wearing for the wad of Gungan chomp-chew he kept there, a mixture of marine plant life and the sap of the Frekk tree, a tree native to Naboo. He found the blue-green wad and pulled it out. He brushed off some of the lint, then voraciously bit into it. Getting a good sized piece into his mouth, the Gungan put the wad back into his pocket.

    He moved the chew around in his mouth as he thought, a large lump that moved from one side of his narrow mouth to the other. He crossed his arms once again, and settled in for the descent.
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    "Blue 6 and 7, you have permission to launch. Intercept the YT-1300 Last Chance and escort it back here. "
    "We copy, Control. What channel are they on?" Boooorrrring the pilot thought. On the other hand, dying of boredom isn't fatal.

    "If you have any trouble, the Standby Flight will be ready, we found them sleeping off hangovers. But don't worry they should be fine to fly. Flight control out."
    "I had to ask..." Wynn didn't realize she'd sighed out loud until Eden Flight Control asked her to repeat. "Just interference. Tell Standby Flight they owe 6 & me some drink rounds--but not all at once."

    Wynn waved back to Tia as she activated the repulsors. It was good to have a chance to get out and fly. She commed her wingman. "Six, let's get up to orbit."

    Once on station, she commed the YT1300. "Last Chance, Blue 7 and Blue 6 welcome you to Eden. Please follw us in."

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    Tuning in to the Control channel, trying to get a clearer idea of the situation he's about to rush into, Vooko hears
    "Last Chance your code checks out. We're sending up two fighter escorts to lead you in to the base. Standby until the A-wings reach orbit. The General can't wait to meet you all, he's rolling out the red carpet out now. Eden Command out."
    and can't help but chuckle. Must be some really colorful long-haulers, you'd need a Lightsabre to cut through sarcasm that thick.

    "Blue 6 and 7, you have permission to launch. Intercept the YT-1300 Last Chance and escort it back here. If you have any trouble, the Standby Flight will be ready, we found them sleeping off hangovers. But don't worry they should be fine to fly. Flight control out."
    He barely manages to bite back an irate outburst, making only a small choking noise, then quickly checks to make sure he's only transmitting on Blue Squad's frequency.

    This the planet Eden or Moron!? Our backup's well into their cups and worth 2 Rekmaa's off that one-shuttle world we got stuck on a few years back in a furball. I knew Captain Rossal ran a tight ship that was combat-ready, but she was firm without being strict, and friendly when the situation allowed. The discipline around here makes hers look positively Imperial by comparison.

    Sure they can fly, but steering in a straight line is less than worthless in combat. They got lucky this time, but with the way everything's predicated on being the second-next-furthest point from the Bright Center of the Galaxy, if the Imps get all of 3 or 4 neurons smarter in the near future the sloppiness and sloth around here could easily kill me. Or worse...



    Tia Nebular, steps back from the two fighters, and waves at the pilots. Smiling, she mouths 'good luck' to the two pilots.
    Remembering a snippet about the traditions of Fighter Pilots long ago from the dissertations Uncle Hlarrit used to give him and Kelvin about Military History, despite his soured mood he gives the tech a traditional thumbs-up-and-salute combo as crisply and respectfully as possible, having done the work and knowing all-to-well how little respect the often difficult job usually comes with.


    "I had to ask..." Wynn didn't realize she'd sighed out loud until Eden Flight Control asked her to repeat. "Just interference. Tell Standby Flight they owe 6 & me some drink rounds--but not all at once."

    Wynn waved back to Tia as she activated the repulsors. It was good to have a chance to get out and fly. She commed her wingman. "Six, let's get up to orbit."

    The docking bay doors, grind open slowly. The blue Eden sky shines through the crack, lightening the dim docking bay. Finally, the doors stop moving and the blue sky calls to the A-wings.
    "As Ordered." bringing up the replsorlifts. Remembering one of the major lessons his mother had practically beaten into the very core of his being - You will treat a lady as one until such time as her behavior indicates the contrary! - and with a hint of mischief in his voice

    "After you, dear Lady. Maybe it'll be an as-advertised Blue Milk Run and we won't need the Drinkup Flight."

    The flight was direct and uneventful, but at least he was flying after being grounded for so long thinking about it still gave him shivers, but now he could enjoy the simple love of flight that had been his since childhood and marked him as an someone to keep an eye on in the hardcore Racing Forums.

    Once on station, she commed the YT1300. "Last Chance, Blue 7 and Blue 6 welcome you to Eden. Please follw us in."
    Following his leader almost automatically, keeping a sharp eye on his sensors for signs of something more sinister than a Babyminding run, Vooko wonders What would it take to get transferred to a real unit where teammates actually behave like it? then resigns himself to spending several long boring hours in front of the terminal after the "mission". Gotta find one first, then figure out how to get out of this swamp & into it...
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    Wynn noted her wing's courtesy to the crew chief. Good, at least I've got a wing who does things right. Glad I didn't tell Control I wanted a dinner date for recompense. That would have been too much. I think I'll ask Zeelas if he's up for some food after we're finished up here. Find out how he got stuck here. And Eden thinks an A is enough to persuade me to stay here.

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    "After you, dear Lady. Maybe it'll be an as-advertised Blue Milk Run and we won't need the Drinkup Flight."
    Wynn winced, but kept the surprise out of her voice, covering it with a touch of humor. "Thanks, 6--you an officer, or just a gentleman?" Does someone out here actually know that much about me? I hope not!
    She cut her transmission strength before comming Zeelas again. Discretion, even in in a place like this, didn't hurt. "I hope you're right & we don't need 'em. I'd suggest transferring Nebular & her crew to the snubs--they're great--but I'm afraid of what they'd transfer Drinkup into. And I prefer both snubs & 'freshers in good shape."

    Aas they flew, Wynn was pleased to find out that Zeelas stayed exactly where he belonged. The lt. decided that if there was no trouble on this escort, that after the Last Chance landed, she'd tell--tell, not ask--Control they were going to turn around and do a "training" flight. Wynn wanted to make up for the lost flight time while she recovered. The only thing worse than the aftertaste of bacta was waiting while a 21B or MD took their sweet time re-certifying you fit to fly.
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    Remembering a snippet about the traditions of Fighter Pilots long ago from the dissertations Uncle Hlarrit used to give him and Kelvin about Military History, despite his soured mood he gives the tech a traditional thumbs-up-and-salute combo as crisply and respectfully as possible, having done the work and knowing all-to-well how little respect the often difficult job usually comes with.
    Tia smiles appreciatively at the salute from the new pilot and steps back from the fighters. Hearing the odd whine from his A-wing she frowns, reaches for her comm, and then remembers some of the modifications that she noted when checking out his engine for pre-flight. Feeling satisfied that the mods were what was making the engine sound funny she squats down to watch how the fighters take-off, you can tell a lot about the condition of a fighter by the way it takes off.

    Thinking about the new pilot and his heavily modified snub she smiles to herself. The work was good but it was going to make her job a little harder when it came time to fix it up after he got it blasted out from under him. Then again, she did love a challenge, and judging by what she has heard about this pilot his fighter might not be the only thing challenging about him.

    As the fighters take off she makes a note on her data pad to check the left stabilizer on the unmodified A-wing, it seemed to wobble a little on lift-off. Wiping the back of her hand across her face she unknowingly leaves a grease smudge across her cheek, a mark she tends to wear more often than not when she is working. Wiping her hands off on her coveralls she tucks an errant piece of loose hair behind her ear and makes her way back to the hangar bay workshop. Picking up the hyrdocoil she was working on before the scramble she goes back to work cleaning it while listening to the chatter of the pilots that just took off.

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    Looking at the Gungan bite into a wad of something, "Gungan chew huh? That reminds me, the next time I'm on planet long enough and theres decent enough game, I gotta catch me somethin. I'm thinkin some nice juicy steaks, ribs, and a whole lotta jerky. I'm pretty much out of jerky. It'd probably taste real good with some of that wine you hip-cat fellas were talkin 'bout. Speakin of jerky, I use moms special recipe, it's so great you can make jerky out of almost any kinda game or critter out there. You cats know anythin 'bout the game on planet we're going to? Hey Tobler, what kindof game's on yer planet? Any of yer locals make jerky in there?" Kelvin asks with a grin,

    Overhearing the coms reply, Kelvin lets out a whoop, "You cats got a ways with words. Guess I needn't worry about losing my lunch or lookin for some lunchbags now. With escorts huh? maybe them red carpets rolled out too!" Lookin over at Tobler, chewin away, "Ya got a good idea there, think I'll join ya." Kelvin reaches into one of his pockets, pulls out a small pouch, opens it, pulls out a thumb sized peice of deep redish brown dried meat, and pops it in, licking his fingers before closing the bag. "Mmmmm, moms recipe was always the best"
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    "Thanks, 6--you an officer, or just a gentleman?"
    "Technically both, but it's complicated."

    "I hope you're right & we don't need 'em. I'd suggest transferring Nebular & her crew to the snubs--they're great--but I'm afraid of what they'd transfer Drinkup into. And I prefer both snubs & 'freshers in good shape."
    Noting the extremey reduced power, sets his own transmit strength down to around a kilometer.

    "Can't say much about the techs yet. Working with a good team can be the difference between victory and a DNF.

    I'm a bit particular about this ship and who cares for it, they don't seem they're too familiar with RV3's or much of the extra engineering. As the New Guy here, I doubt I'll have much say about anything that goes on dirtside, other than who gets to touch Neckbreaker."

    Sets his comm back to the presets.

    "Mind the freighter's port quarter, that offset cockpit means they're notoriously blind on the far side."
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