IC: Q:TU Rebel #1

[ post #1 ]

[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.”

(OOC: Ok everyone, time to post! A map of the base will be coming soon.)

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[ post #2 ]

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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[ post #3 ]

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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[ post #4 ]

-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."

OOC: what's our squadron & callsigns?

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[ post #5 ]

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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[ post #6 ]

"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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[ post #8 ]

[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.

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."

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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In the Hangar Bay

[ post #13 ]

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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[ post #14 ]

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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[ post #15 ]

"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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[ post #16 ]

"Thanks, 6--you an officer, or just a gentleman?" "Technically both, but it's complicated."

"Maybe you'd like to explain further when we're dirtside? Sure beats drinking with those who've already had too much."

"Can't say much about the techs yet...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."

Cinowyn chuckles over the comm. "Well, I haven't been here long enough to figure out how things really work either. 'Cept I'm pretty sure they want me to stay. Can't think of any other reason they'd assign the A-wing to me." As she talks with her wingman, her opinion of Vooko goes up a bit more.

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[ post #17 ]

Originally posted by Ris "Maybe you'd like to explain further when we're dirtside? Sure beats drinking with those who've already had too much."

"At your leisure. Seems that round here drinking is one of the few major entertainments available."

Cinowyn chuckles over the comm. "Well, I haven't been here long enough to figure out how things really work either. 'Cept I'm pretty sure they want me to stay. Can't think of any other reason they'd assign the A-wing to me." As she talks with her wingman, her opinion of Vooko goes up a bit more.

"It's a new design, plenty fast and maneuverable, but is rather lacking in protection and killpower. Good as a scout or fast interceptor, but will take a pasting in a slugging match. Probably best used to tie up the first line eyeballs and squints so the heavier snubs can push through and ruin the Imp in Charge's day.

Might be this place is lacking pilots who can handle fighting the ship and being new, you've a better reputation for not getting hit than the ones they've already got."

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[ post #18 ]

"At your leisure. Seems that round here drinking is one of the few major entertainments available."

"Well, I've got the leisure. And yeah Eden does seem short on entertainment options--but I'm not gonna appoint myself Morale Officer."

"It's a new design, plenty fast and maneuverable, but is rather lacking in protection and killpower. Good as a scout or fast interceptor, but will take a pasting in a slugging match...

"About how I pegged it." Actually Wynn hadn't thought of the A-wing's usefulness in recon--surprising since she was a good recon pilot. "It's like you know exactly where to point your sensors," her last CO had said.

"Might be this place is lacking pilots who can handle fighting the ship and being new, you've a better reputation for not getting hit than the ones they've already got."

"I've never been hit. Well, only the last time was bad enough to mention," she amended. My poor x-wing...

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[ post #19 ]

"I've never been hit. Well, only the last time was bad enough to mention,"

"As long as you've a good grasp of your capabilities within the situation. Ten good people never came home due to a succession of stupidities..."

His voice fails as he remembers that nightmare, still as fresh as if it were yesterday.

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[ post #20 ]

Paps grumbled a bit as they saw the two fighters approached them. "Means they are highly suspect of us and want to make sure we don't go anywhere but their planet."

Taps shrugged at his brother. "I don't see why Rebels always have to be so untrusting. I mean, just because the Empire wants to flay them alive doesn't mean they should go doubting two honest Far'ghuls that are doing a simple run."

Paps snorted at that. "I don't know about the whole 'honest' part there..."

Taps gave him a look. "Speak for yourself."

"I am," sneered Paps with a wicked grin. Both Far'ghuls chattered with their odd laughter when a woman's voice cut in.

"Last Chance, Blue 7 and Blue 6 welcome you to Eden. Please follw us in."

Taps raised an eyebrow and muttered, "Maybe this won't be so bad..."

Paps shook his head in warning but Taps had already clicked the commlink.

"Roger that, darling. I am looking forward to meeting your charming person in...uh...person, along with the rest of everyone there. It's awful lonely up here in the cold...dark...space, stuck with two occupants that are...well...you'll meet in person. We'll be following you with much pleasure."

Paps sighed. "I better not have to watch you this whole time on the base. And besides, you are insulting our passenger, who also happens to be a blueback. And that, my dear brother, is not a wise-policy."

"Picky, picky. This is our first vacation in...well...days. I intend to see what the Rebels offer for a change. I bet these are guys that know how to party."

Paps nodded. "Sure, most perscuted resistence who are being sought out through every means possible usually party at every opportunity."

Taps replied with a grin, "Yes, totally. I...wait...you are being sarcastic, aren't you?"

"No Taps, I was completely serious."

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[ post #21 ]

When neither cat replied and seemed in their own world, specially talkin to the escorts, Kelvin couldn't resist making himself noticed - "Hey cats!, we're not even dirtside and yer already chasin tail? You sure thats wise with a couple of awing escorts that could make some real trouble for us like saying we're a couple of spooks? Besides, what if she don't got a tail but several tentacles instead? Ah well, its your tail on the line, not mine, heck what am I sayin? I don't even got no tail!"

Kelvin unbuckles himself, stand up and checks his rear, then asks Tobler - "Hey Tobler, I don't see no tail, do you?"

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[ post #22 ]

"...Ten good people never came home due to a succession of stupidities..."

Even through the typical comm distortion Wynn hears the pain in the other pilot's voice, and silently curses herself for the ill-timed flippancy.

She had been doing everything right when she'd been forced to eject--but that didn't make EV pleasant or ok. She hoped that never happened again. By the time she'd been retrieved she was more than a little out of her head from exposure. So much so, the medics had told her, that she'd refused to cooperate & accept the regulator mouthpiece for her air supply. They'd had to sedate & intubate her before the bacta dunking.
But no one else had died--except, she hoped, that damned TIE pilot.

To distract her wing & herself from their respective nightmares, Wynn asked Zeelas, "Do you think Last Chance heard me--or are they like Standby? Too hungover to tell a comm signal from a pink nerf-ram?"

Just then the transport's crew replied.

"Roger that, darling. I am looking forward to meeting your charming person in...uh...person, along with the rest of everyone there. It's awful lonely up here in the cold...dark...space, stuck with two occupants that are...well...you'll meet in person. We'll be following you with much pleasure."

"Copy, Chance," she replied in her crispest tone. To Zeelas, "Should I dress the flirts down now--or decide after I see if they're really good-looking?" Then Antilles realized she hadn't changed the comm. Hastily selecting the squadron frequency & powering it down, she told her wing, "Oopsy--but I don't think I'll end up on report in this place." It was hard to tell over the comm, but Lt. Antilles didn't sound either embarassed or regretful over her comm-chatter. "Anyways, I'm in the mood to give them a bit of a show. A flyby or 2 of the cockpit, maybe even waggle wings, hmm? Not close--no risk-taking, & of course we'll stay out of that blind spot."

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Paps gripped the joystick a bit tighter. He was begining to wonder about Kelvin, maybe he went to school in the short freighter.

I don't even got no tail!"

"No, much to your sorrow. You do not have a tail. What you do have is the ability to begin to annoy me." Before anyone else could make another retort, the comm. went on:

"Copy, Chance," she replied in her crispest tone. To Zeelas, "Should I dress the flirts down now--or decide after I see if they're really good-looking?" Then Antilles realized she hadn't changed the comm.

"Woo-hoo!" Both of them whooped it up and exchanged high-fives. Taps exclaimed intot the commlink, "Good-looking is not a problem by any stretch of the mind."

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[ post #24 ]

Tobler bit hard on the chomp-chew in his mouth. His patience with the other occupants of the cockpit was wearing extremely thin. The two Farghuls were obviously incorrigible, and the fact that Kelvin was a game hunter redeemed only slightly. Peoples thinkin wesa de dumbest in star-spanner. Kelvin dumber dan any Gugan mesa knowin, thinks Tobler as Kelvin asks if he has a tail.

Tobler resumes chewing, swallowing some of the juice of the chomp-chew. He remains silent, and gives a little snort as headjusts in his seat.

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[ post #25 ]

The three starships glide through the atmosphere gracefully. The ships come down over a broad, rough ocean and make for the nearest continent. The A-wing fighters, with the YT-1300 in tow, glide over the tree tops. Mountains rise out of the jungle and the fighters lead the freighter to a rocky cliff.

The grey docking bay doors open wide and swallow the three ships. Vooko and Wynn land their starfighters and the docking bay crew begins refueling preparations. The larger freighter lands in the middle of the bay.

After the ships land, a procession of Rebel officers walks out to meet the new arrivals. At the front of the group is an older grey-haired human. The group stops at the entry ramp of the Last Chance and waits for the passengers to disbark. The grey-haired man turns to a member of the group and says something. The man, a young officer, turns and walks briskly to the escort fighters. He stops infront of the fighters and waits for the pilots to climb out of their A-wings.

[After the characters leave their starships. RP your entry if you want.]

The older male, walks up to Paps, Taps, Tobler, and Kelvin. "I am General Shram Reu Lai, the commander of Eden Base. I welcome you all to Eden and hope that you have a pleasant stay. I'll wait until the others get here before I go on." General Reu Lai looks over at the fighters, obviously waiting for the pilots to join them.

[Cut to fighters]

The young commander calls out to the pilots, "Zeelas and Antilles, the General wishes to see you." Glancing over to the head technician, Tia, he adds, "You too, Nebular." He turns and walks back to the main group.

[Cut back to General's entourage.]

The General waits for the officer, Vooko, Wynn, and Tia before going on. Once the four arrive, he says, "Good, we can get started." Looking at the passengers of the Last Chance he continues, "I know that none of you have ever been to Eden Base before, so I'm going to let you get aclimated before we really get down to business. You will be assigned quarters here for the night and you will be supervised by the fine pilots that escorted you in."

He looks over at the pilots and Tia, "You guys have been working hard lately, so you deserve a night off. Go and have some fun and get some rest. You'll be back on duty tomorrow." Looking over everyone again, he continues, "Your dismissed, but don't stay up too late. I'll see you all in my office tomorrow at 0700." With that, he turns and walks off, with his command staff in tow, leaving the seven beings alone in the docking bay.

(OOC: Go and party your hearts out in the base, but remember you should get some rest.)

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Tia wipes her hands on her greasy flight suit and smiles nervously at the A-wing pilots as they climb out of their fighters. Walking over she smiles and introduces herself saying, "It sounds like the General would like to see all of us over by the freighter that you escorted in."

Turning and walking with them over to the freighter she checks out the fighter pilot that climbed out of the cockpit of the modified A-wing, smiling shyly when he notices her looking at him. Looking away she says, "That's some A-wing you have there. I noticed it was heavily modified. It looks like the engine was replaced ... that's an RV3 isn't it? It also looks like you have had some non-standard weaponry installed as well."

Walking up to the crowd gathered at the freighter she puts her hands behind her back and waits as the General addresses them. As the General completes his speech she turns to the others and introduces herself again to the newcomers. Raising her hand to each she says, "Hi, I'm Tia Nebular, the lead technician on this shift".

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[ post #27 ]

"Should I dress the flirts down now--or decide after I see if they're really good-looking?" Then Antilles realized she hadn't changed the comm. Hastily selecting the squadron frequency & powering it down, she told her wing, "Oopsy--but I don't think I'll end up on report in this place."

He chuckles then says "i doubt it, but the Rumor Mill probly won't let you live that down for a while."

"Anyways, I'm in the mood to give them a bit of a show. A flyby or 2 of the cockpit, maybe even waggle wings, hmm? Not close--no risk-taking, & of course we'll stay out of that blind spot."

"Right with ya boss."

- - - - -
After a typical smooth-as-Ottegan-Silk landing and going over his power-down checklist, notes the officer standing by the snubs' noses.

Still wearing his helmet he climbs down the ladder, checks that his Luxan Enforcer is securely holstered & on safe, then turns to see the presumably Ship Senior Tech standing there.

"That's some A-wing you have there. I noticed it was heavily modified. It looks like the engine was replaced ... that's an RV3 isn't it? It also looks like you have had some non-standard weaponry installed as well."

Keeping his voice low so the officer would think it's nothing more than a postflight briefing, and out of long habit treats Tia as if she were part of The Family.

"The RV3's offer some performance benefits over the J77's as well as a lower overall profile once maneuvering fins are added to the equation. Sucks in a lot more fuel, but the trade is worth it in a very good pilot's care.

One of the big decisions to add them to the basic design was to power quad lasers, they're to spec, just more of them as my mom thought the design to be lacking in killpower. Also mounts wingtip hardpoints, and I've a datacard full of plans for things to tack on them. Some may be a bit farfetched, but in the right situation justify the cost."

With a touch of sadness in his voice, continues "Tancredi Racing took pains to ensure the last starfighter from their shop was the best they could deliver. Not one stroke is a mod, built this way from the ground up."

He then stops and stands at attention right off the Fore-Starboard corner as he'd been taught to wait on his Leader and/or this Commander.

The young commander calls out to the pilots, "Zeelas and Antilles, the General wishes to see you." Glancing over to the head technician, Tia, he adds, "You too, Nebular." He turns and walks back to the main group.

Salutes & waits for the cue from the Lieutenant, then follows her over. Looking over the crew of the Last Chance.

Son of the Sith, that's Kelvin! He doesn't recognize me straightaway with next-to-no hair, single-battle-decommission patch and the new logo on this helmet. I'll bet he thought I was still on Druckenwell, waiting for my chance to jump...or dead. I haven't been able to find anything about what happened to The Monster...

The General waits for the officer, Vooko, Wynn, and Tia before going on. Once the four arrive, he says, "Good, we can get started." Looking at the passengers of the Last Chance he continues, "I know that none of you have ever been to Eden Base before, so I'm going to let you get aclimated before we really get down to business. You will be assigned quarters here for the night and you will be supervised by the fine pilots that escorted you in."

What kind of mischief has he been up to to wind up in Backside of the Rebellion? Least we've time to catch up...provided the others will give us enough space...Brother have I some stories for you.

He looks over at the pilots and Tia, "You guys have been working hard lately, so you deserve a night off. Go and have some fun and get some rest. You'll be back on duty tomorrow." Looking over everyone again, he continues, "Your dismissed, but don't stay up too late. I'll see you all in my office tomorrow at 0700." With that, he turns and walks off, with his command staff in tow, leaving the seven beings alone in the docking bay.

Counting on the fact that his Brother had always somehow known the exact mood he was in, drops a hand to the Enforcer, with the other points a finger at Kelvin putting mock anger onto his face & in his voice. "You have a lot of explaining to do!"

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[ post #28 ]

"Good-looking is not a problem by any stretch of the mind."

Whose mind? Yours? Wynn wonders--silently this time. I doubt my
mind will agree. What's wrong with me, acting up like this? Must've got a
good whiff of the fuel. Something to add to preflight
checklist--"Too-clever Tongue in O-F-F position."

He chuckles then says "i doubt it, but the Rumor Mill probly won't let you live that down for a while."

"Unfortunately, that's probably the one thing they don't do slothfully, 6!" But she could handle it. Growing up where she did, Wynn was well-aquainted with Rumor & Gossip.

[Cut to fighters]
Wynn undid the straps & popped her canopy. Pulling off her helmet, she
perched on her snub & listened to the officer.

The young commander calls out to the pilots, "Zeelas and Antilles, the General wishes to see you." Glancing over to the head technician, Tia, he adds, "You too, Nebular." He turns and walks back to the main group.

Ignoring the ladder, Wynn elegantly slid down the snub's nose, landing on her feet. The lieutenant wanted to get this
over with quickly & get the ok for a practice flight. Wynn still wore her X-wing orange flightsuit, white flak vest, & chestbox with theA-wing helmet she'd been issued. The jumpsuit fit snugger than most pilots wore theirs, but definitely improved the silhouette, and Wynn enjoyed looking good & getting attention. Cradling the helmet under one arm, she shook out her hair.

Tia wipes her hands on her greasy flight suit and smiles nervously at the A-wing pilots as they climb out of their fighters. Walking over she smiles and introduces herself saying, "It sounds like the General would like to see all of us over by the freighter that you escorted in."

Wynn was certain they'd been introduced when she'd been assigned the A-wing. Maybe something had Tia nervous. She didn't mention it, just smiled back at the woman. "Cinowyn Antilles," she replied as she removed her gloves & tucked them into her belt. As they walked, Wynn couldn't help notice how much attention Tia was giving Vooko. So that's it...wonder how he'll handle this?

"I know that none of you have ever been to Eden Base before, so I'm going to let you get aclimated before we really get down to business. You will be assigned quarters here for the night and you will be supervised by the fine pilots that escorted you in." He looks over at the pilots and Tia, "You guys have been working hard lately, so you deserve a night off. Go and have some fun and get some rest. You'll be back on duty tomorrow."

So much for another flight today--or even getting to know my wing quietly loke I intended. Gotta play hostess--with this bunch I might be able to justify hazardous-duty pay. But she kept her face pleasant even after the officers departed. "I'm ready for dinner, who else?"

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[ post #29 ]

Paps and Taps were fairly silent as the planet loomed in front of them, both concentrating on the task ahead. Finally, as the craft came into the bay, Taps spun his chair around to look at both of their passengers.

“Well me lads, you are here. I hope you had a fun ‘ole trip. Now let’s go.”
The craft shuddered and Paps stood. “We’ve arrived. Let’s see what the natives are like. Junie!”
Another being stood in the doorway. “Yes, ruse-master?”
“We will be leaving now. Open the ramp.”

The YT-1300 ramp lowered. As everyone gathered around, they could see the first figure coming down the ramp. The figure was of a medium height, fairly well built and clutched a blaster shotgun in his hands. His face was humanoid but where normal hair would usually be there were thick, short quills. They were colored black and red and sweeped backwards.

He wore a hooded jacket, the hood up and pulled around his head. On the jacket a large “N” was emblazoned. Over that he wore a brown leather coat that stretched just past his waist. A white scarf wrapped around his mouth and nose. A studded collar was wrapped around his neck. It was easy to tell he was a Spiner.

A pistol was strapped low around his thigh and people could see a second pistol in a shoulder harness. A vibrodagger was strapped to one angle with a pullout blaster strapped to the other. A small device sat in his ear. He looked extremely deadly.

The Spiner stood to one side, casting a watchful eye on the gathered crowd. He watched as two other figures came down the ramp.

Both were Far’ghuls, tall, lanky creatures that walked with an air of complete confidence and certainty. One wore a leather bandana over his head, a short cut-off grey silk shirt and a small open vest over that. He wore two belts, as that was all the rage in the Core worlds currently and a small blaster was strapped low. Over one hand he wore what looked a robotic gauntlet.

The second wore a very expensive, very trendy Corellian leather ruffle-spacer jacket, with a leather high-neck shirt beneath. A datapad was strapped on of his belts along with a sleek, trim dueling blaster. A vibrodagger was in his boot.

Both had light reddish fur and piercing green eyes. Each one could be considered above-average looks by humans, and extremely attractive by Far’ghul standards, and knew it too. They looked identical; save the second one had a better build while the first seemed more at ease and friendly. He was grinning ear-to-ear, impeccable teeth shining in the light. If they weren’t dress differently it would be impossible to tell the difference.

Wynn still wore her X-wing orange flightsuit, white flak vest, & chestbox with theA-wing helmet she'd been issued. The jumpsuit fit snugger than most pilots wore theirs, but definitely improved the silhouette, and Wynn enjoyed looking good & getting attention. Cradling the helmet under one arm, she shook out her hair.

Taps spied the human pilot as she approached the group. He elbowed Paps and emitted a low, slow whistle. Paps simply shook his head. He knew that he’d be keeping his brother out of trouble the entire time. However, he did track the pilot’s movement as she walked towards them….

They listened to the General as he spelled out the way things went down. Taps simply heard “You may party!” and nodded with much enthusiasm. When the General said "Your dismissed, but don't stay up too late. I'll see you all in my office tomorrow at 0700." Taps gave him a mock salute and said, “Yes Sir! Will attempt to carry out assignment to my best abilities, sir!

When the officers left, Taps decided it was time for intros. He spoke with a crisp sound, devoid of any accent common amongst
humanoids. “Gentlemen, and ladies, it is my honored and esteemed pleasure to meet you. Allow yourselves to become acquainted with me. I am the honorable Taps Halo, who has the great fortune to be in such admirable company. I hope we can become fast friends these upcoming days.” He said the last with a twinkle in his eye and a wink at Wynn.

He then went on in a mock tone. “But you probably have already seen me. Yes, it is true. I was the lead singer at O thy Noise and toured most the galaxy. So, if you want that autograph or private recording, you have but to ask! I do those things for friends. Do not let my great fame dazzle you.”

“Although he will try to as much as possible,” Paps retorted, rather enjoying his brother’s flourished intro.

“Ah! Yes! Let us meet another great esteemed member of the Halo clan. My kind, compassionate, humorous brother and twin in case you haven’t noticed, but let it be known I received the looks, Paps Halo.” Taps made a grand sweep of his arm towards Paps.

“Alright, alright. If we let you talk on we’d miss that meeting. Besides, if you got the looks that means I got the brains. Lets see, the only other crew member of our ship is Junie. He keeps our rabid fans off of us. Also, be careful you do not approach from the behind or grab us suddenly. He will strike without warning or mercy. It’s part of the perks, I guess.” Junie gave a short bow towards the assembled people.

As the General completes his speech she turns to the others and introduces herself again to the newcomers. Raising her hand to each she says, "Hi, I'm Tia Nebular, the lead technician on this shift.”

Taps gently gripped her hand and bowed with much flair. “Charmed, Madame. It is my utmost pleasure to make the acquaintance of such a lady.” He brought her hand to his lips and released it.

Paps also gave her a bow, but without such gusto. He made a mental note to talk to her about modifications on Last Chance, such as destroying the ship and purchasing a new one.

Paps and Taps both acknowledged and exchanged warm handshakes with Vooko. When Paps gripped his hand, he glanced towards the A-wing. “Ah, that is your ship? Excellent, my opinion just rose quite a bit. That is a ship of a pilot who knows what top capabilities are.” Paps watched Kelvin and Vooko interact, quietly storing information. Brothers, that will come in handy.

But she kept her face pleasant even after the officers departed. "I'm ready for dinner, who else?"

Taps’ face rose with those words. “Ah, I would enjoy it immensely, milady. In fact, we have something, Junie, go grab the ’12 from our reserve and those….things we bought at that place, something that you may not be able to get out here. We figured you’d have little chance to get fine dining and thus stocked up. Shall we follow you, milady? Paps, shall we go to wherever the action is and show these weary warriors how to party, Core-style?””

Junie came down the ramp bearing a basket and a rack with six bottles hanging from it. The shotgun was strapped around his back and he still kept an eye on those who were closer to the Halos. “Junie have items ruse-master requested.”

Taps nodded. “Good." He turned to Wynn and gave a rougish smile. "Well milady, you think we still deserve that dressing down? Or do we meet your approval?" He stood with his arms spread in a questioning gesture.

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Wynn eyed the 4 assorted new arrivals as she walked over with her wingman & their crew chief. She also listened to Vooko describe his snub's virtues to Tia. Nice job they did. Wish I had a custom fighter. Should have asked my parents--it would have been possible, then... the young woman thought wistfully before dismissing it. A lot of things weren't possible anymore, after Alderaan's destruction, and most of them were more important.
She noted the byplay between the 2 Far'ghul, but pretended not to. It
would probably be best not to mention her earlier comments, until she knew this crew better. It seemed that Vooko Zeelas knew at least one of them. Wynn watched his "reunion" with the sole human in the party. She hoped it was an act with a friend and that her wing didn't have some real grudge against the other man. Zeelas was already out for blood after Standby's indiscretion. I hope Vooko doesn't do something bad enough for our superiors to actually notice--if he ends up on report or worse, I'll end up with one of the local fools instead of a wingman.

"Gentlemen, and ladies, it is my honored and esteemed pleasure to meet you. Allow yourselves to become acquainted with me. I am the honorable Taps Halo, who has the great fortune to be in such admirable company. I hope we can become fast friends these upcoming days." He said the last with a twinkle in his eye and a wink at Wynn.

Lt. Antilles kept her face straight. But something about the speaker's
manner and turns of speech were familiar, she thought for a second, but decided she was wrong. Whether you were Duros, Human, or whatever, members of a species you weren't well-acquainted with tended to look & sound alike. Wynn introduced herself to the other 3 while the human talked with Vooko. "I'm Cinowyn Antilles, Alliance Starfighter Command. Blue 7."

"But you probably have already seen me. Yes, it is true. I was the lead singer at O thy Noise and toured most the galaxy. So, if you want that autograph or private recording, you have but to ask! I do those things for friends. Do not let my great fame dazzle you."

Wynn couldn't quite keep a smile of recognition from her face. As a girl, she'd enjoyed O thy Joy. Wynn had even gone to one of the concerts with friends. It had been fantastic. Back then, she would have thought
meeting any member of the band the greatest thing to happen. Now, it was just an unexpected improvement on the sitch.

Taps nodded. "Good." He turned to Wynn and gave a rogue-ish smile. "Well milady, you think we still deserve that dressing down? Or do we meet your approval?" He stood with his arms spread in a questioning gesture.

Wynn couldn't help returning the smile, although her cheeks did redden charmingly. "Have you done nothing in your entire lives to deserve one? But you'll do--for now. As for dinner, I need to change out of my gear first."

As soon as she could, Wynn ducked into her quarters for a very quick clean-up & clean clothes. She rejoined the others in the lounge wearing her favorite dress. It was lucky she was so fond of the old thing. It was her only "good" piece of clothing unless her belongings--she wasn't optimistic about the Alliance's packers--made it to Eden. The pale green dress was cut loosely but of a soft clinging fabric. Like most Alderaanian dresses, the skirt was long, and this one happened to be slit. The "regular" Eden personnel didn't appear to notice what she wore--they'd seen it enough in the couple weeks she'd been here. Wynn had been transported to Eden for treatment and recovery because she was too hurt to continue on the mission, so all she had was the few items in the cargo compartment of her X-wing. Not a problem--until Eden Base's Command Staff had apparently decided to keep her.

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[ post #31 ]

The landing aproach wasn't too bad, and Kelvin's eyes were glued to the planet's surface ahead of them... Kelvin gathered the single bag of items and gear he had with himself, slung the rifle & bow over one shoulder and followed the cats down the ramp of the ship. Kelvin was gratefull to be on solid ground again... Kelvin looked at the assembled people - few of various rank, 2 pilots and a mechanic...

"Your dismissed, but don't stay up too late. I'll see you all in my office tomorrow at 0700."

Kelvin couldn't help but grin, as others were greating each other, he couldn't wait to find out what was there worth to hunt...

"Hi, I'm Tia Nebular, the lead technician on this shift".

"Pleased to meet you Ms- Ms Grease Monkey is it? or is it Mrs?" Kelvin said with a happy grin, " Kelvin Radegant, chief outdoorsman. There's no creature or species too big or small, fast or slow that I can't handle or track... "

[quote]Counting on the fact that his Brother had always somehow known the exact mood he was in, drops a hand to the Enforcer, with the other points a finger at Kelvin putting mock anger onto his face & in his voice. "You have a lot of explaining to do!"[quote]

Wait a minute, I know that voice... Kelvin thinks to himself. taken aback by the sudden aproach... Opening his mouth to say something, looking stupid with the mouth open for a half moment, before responding... "Vook?!? Fancy meeting you here you racer boy you! I would have written mom since I enlisted, but you know those upper command and their keepin us grounders busy.. " With a big grin widening on his face, "I thought I had seen that A-wing before! How's she handle? You write mom back yet to let her know how she handles?, the Awing I mean... " Kelvin grabs Vookoo for a hug, shouting "I still can't beleive its you cousin! We gotta write mom and send her a holograph sometime tonight!"

"So Vook, what's there to do in this place and do ya know of any local game that we can catch? I'm tellin ya, a week's worth of that pre-packaged stuff and i'm craving somethin fresh, y'know what I mean?"

Glancing at the female pilot, then back at Vookoo, "That was some fancy flying the both of you did. There more of a story between ya two, or who lost the fancy flyin bet?" Perhaps once the two cats were done veying for the pilot's atention, would Kelvin be able to say hi.

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[ post #32 ]

Pleased to meet you Ms- Ms Grease Monkey is it? or is it Mrs?" Kelvin said with a happy grin, " Kelvin Radegant, chief outdoorsman. There's no creature or species too big or small, fast or slow that I can't handle or track... "

Snorts in amusement, and disgust at the rampant display of unchecked ego.

waait a minute, I know that voice... Kelvin thinks to himself. taken aback by the sudden aproach... Opening his mouth to say something, looking stupid with the mouth open for a half moment, before responding... "Vook?!? Fancy meeting you here you racer boy you! I would have written mom since I enlisted, but you know those upper command and their keepin us grounders busy.. " With a big grin widening on his face, "I thought I had seen that A-wing before! How's she handle? You write mom back yet to let her know how she handles?, the Awing I mean... " Kelvin grabs Vookoo for a hug, shouting "I still can't beleive its you cousin! We gotta write mom and send her a holograph sometime tonight!" "So Vook, what's there to do in this place and do ya know of any local game that we can catch? I'm tellin ya, a week's worth of that pre-packaged stuff and i'm craving somethin fresh, y'know what I mean?"

Gives Kelvin a warm hug, then turns, one arm still over the man's shoulders. "Up to bout a month ago, nobody'd heard from ya, but (with a sidelong glance at the Farghul) you've clearly enjoyed Nar Shadaa.

Ship's top-notch, you'd expect less from our Family for what insane reason?"

Concern fills his voice and worry crosses his face "Information flow round the Rebellion is scant and slow...but that's a different story."

Closes his eyes momentarily to clear his head..."I've been here all of (checks his chrono, then says cheerily) two whole days. (normal voice) Been grounded two weeks prior after pickong up those two Squints and a wonderful case of acceleration trauma. Got the Skull...well...long story, but seems this base at least doubles as a Recovery Post, was stationed on a good Cruiser till now.

You must've really fried the droid to be Bringin Home the Bantha...which we both know is bout the lowest job in Procurement and Supply."

Glancing at the female pilot, then back at Vookoo, "That was some fancy flying the both of you did. There more of a story between ya two, or who lost the fancy flyin bet?" Perhaps once the two cats were done veying for the pilot's atention, would Kelvin be able to say hi.

Brings his fist up under Kelvin's Jaw and lifts slightly as a warning.
"You probably miss Star Street, but seems there isn't one here either. Don't know too much about the lady other than she's appreciative of manners & intelligence.

Mom saw how you just acted, one'd pound you into a coma, the other would see to it you regretted this for the next few months.

As talkative as you are, I wonder if they didn't make you take a Vow of Silence or something. Can ya crank the transmit strength off widecast here?"


Nods to Tobler, standing off by himself and looking vaguely uncomfortable, and semi-jokingly says "Vooko Zeelas, Silent Gungan. What brings you to the next-to-the-farthest point from the Bright Center of the Galaxy?"

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"Up to bout a month ago, nobody'd heard from ya, but (with a sidelong glance at the Farghul) you've clearly enjoyed Nar Shadaa. Ship's top-notch, you'd expect less from our Family for what insane reason?"

"Oh heck yeah! Nar Shadaa was great! Great trip there, great stay there, Crix was pretty cool - no, it was awesome! I tried to write ya all somethin that I wanted to join the Rebelion and Crix was kind enough to drop me off... Nothin came to mind though. I tried to write in camp, wasn't allowed either...

Speakin of which, hey - I had to ask about the ship. I hadn't seen it since I left, and it was still unfinished yet! I'd expect nothing less than record breaking performance!"

Kelvin listens with interest to Vookoo's summary of his events "Frell man, we've got some serious catching up to do! I gotta tell ya all about camp!"

"Heh, speakin of bantha - its not exactly bantha but ya gotta try these chews!" Kelvin reaches into his pocket, hands Vookoo a palm sized bag of finger sized morsels "I used mom's recipe, almost like a taste of home!"

Brings his fist up under Kelvin's Jaw and lifts slightly as a warning.

Kelvin raises his hand in mock surrender, "Was only askin bro!" chuckles, "Star Street.... Man I miss those... We oughta see if there's anything even remotely close here. That or borrow a few speeders and have a few races for old time's sake!"

Wincing slighty at the 'mom' part...

Kelvin laughs jovially, "Vow of silence? I took a vow or two but none of silence. The instructors had to send us all out before they had gotten a chance to make me vow to anything." putting an arm around Vookoo's shoulders, speaking in a hushed voice, "Frak man, if you think i'm talkative and obnoxious, ya shoulda rode in the same ship as those two. Somehow, I don't think my version of a shindig is even remotely the same definition as theirs." Kelvin glances towards the twin cats.

Watching Vookoo introduce himself to the Gungan, "Vookoo - Tobler, Tobler - Vookoo" Kelvin pitched in, waving a thumb over to each of them "Tobler, meet one of my kin & best bud in this entire galaxy! That Awing of his, we built in our grandma's barn - a family project of sorts. Vookoo, this is Tobler. I was sent along with him to find a few persons. He's been great company for the trip, and he's smarter than yer average Gungan."

Looking around the landing bay with a mischievious grin, "Hmmmm, I wonder if there's any WED droids around here.. Y'lnow, for old time's sake?" Kelvin pats Vookoo on the back...

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Wynn was surprised at Zeelas' warning to his cousin--and the mention of "Mom" put her in mind of her own. Manners were very important to Risanne Antilles, but she wouldn't beat someone up over them. Not that she couldn't have. That amazing lady, thought by many to be "just" a very talented ballroom dancer, had also been an unarmed combat master.

The pilot expected Kelvin to use Vooko's warning about his manners as a chance to try some variant of the "please let me make up for my jerkiness" line on her. Instead he ignored Wynn. Between being alternately ignored & treated like a groupie by their "charges," Wynn was sorely tempted to score some snacks and confine herself to quarters until 0655. But she recalled her mom's advice that, "Others' rudeness calls for increasing your politeness to maintain Balance In Life. It also elegantly points up their shortcomings to others, and if you are really lucky persuades them to mend their ways."
Wynn tapped her wing on the arm to get his attention & gave her best imitation of the pleasant smile Risanne had used only to warn her children and others that they were earning her wrath. Still smiling that way, she asked Vooko, "Mr. Zeelas, I desire an introduction to your worthy kinsman, please."

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Embarassed about the grease-monkey comment ...

[ post #35 ]

Tia smiles at the two Far'ghul as they introduce themselves and rolls her eyes slightly at their cockiness. Turning to the only human passenger she shakes his hand and smiles until he opens his mouth.

"Pleased to meet you Ms- Ms Grease Monkey is it? or is it Mrs?" Kelvin said with a happy grin, " Kelvin Radegant, chief outdoorsman. There's no creature or species too big or small, fast or slow that I can't handle or track... "

At his words, Tia blushes a bright red and pulls her hand away feeling angry and awkward. She knew that she was a little greasy from working on the fighters but she had just pulled a double-shift and was a little self-conscious about the comment. As he turns to the pilot of the modified A-wing she drops back so she doesn't have to talk to him.

Seeing the Gungan she extends her hand and smiles, "Hi, my name is Tia. I've never met a Gungan before, you're from Naboo right? How was your flight in?"

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"Frell man, we've got some serious catching up to do! I gotta tell ya all about camp!"

"It's been an adventure since you jumped ship, but we should to get you settled in first, and it seems Tia may be slightly overwhelmed by your compatriots." under his breath "Or need a Number Fifteen Hydrospanner for a Manual Attitude Alignment."

WARNING: The following text contains spoilers concerning "OOC." Basing off Adjustable Crescent Wrenches a #15 would be bout forearm length, with a head a bit bigger than a good-sized fist.

"Heh, speakin of bantha - its not exactly bantha but ya gotta try these chews!" Kelvin reaches into his pocket, hands Vookoo a palm sized bag of finger sized morsels "I used mom's recipe, almost like a taste of home!"

Pockets the bag. "We'll discuss home when there's a more appropriate setting, a great deal has happened in the past few months."

Wynn tapped her wing on the arm to get his attention & gave her best imitation of the pleasant smile Risanne had used only to warn her children and others that they were earning her wrath. Still smiling that way, she asked Vooko, "Mr. Zeelas, I desire an introduction to your worthy kinsman, please."

Shoots Wynn a quick look saying We will talk later about this. "But of course milady. Lieutenant Cinowynn Antilles , my Semi-cousin Kelvin Radegant - scout, scrounge, and occasional con. Kelvin, Wynn."

"Once we can get changed into something less visually-assaulting, we can see about dinner and trading tales. It appears Paps and Taps would be more interested in one of the most popular pastimes around here, Tobler looks positively adrift and may prefer to keep to himself."

Starts Steering Kelvin toward the rest of the group. "Wynn, any idea who's supposed to be seeing to these gentlebeings accomodations?"

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Shoots Wynn a quick look saying We will talk later about this. "But of course milady. Lieutenant Cinowynn Antilles , my Semi-cousin Kelvin Radegant - scout, scrounge, and occasional con. Kelvin, Wynn."

Maybe you should loosen up, Wynn--but not much! I don't need to make any more stupid comments for people to razz me about. And if Vooko is fond of him, he's probably got virtues other than what he's displayed.
Wynn gave both men her "real" smile, albeit with a slight effort--and had to put more effort into not yelling at her wing for calling her "milady."
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Radegant. Welcome to Eden."

Starts steering Kelvin toward the rest of the group. "Wynn, any idea who's supposed to be seeing to these gentlebeings' accomodations?"

She looked blank. "I'm not sure. I was in Medbay until just a few days before you arrived. One of the medics showed me to my quarters when they got tired of me & tossed me out." At least the medical staff & droids were pretty good. Not surprising at a Recovery Post. "Didn't that Commander say anything--no not a word." She shook her head.

"Guess we find out the ol-fashioned way. Chief? Tia? Excuse me, but do you know who's in charge of that? I mean quarters." Wynn was ashamed to realize she didn't even know how the woman preferred to be addressed. I'm clueless as to what the woman most responsible for the care of my snub & thus my life wants me to call her--but my underskirt's in knots because a nice guy who's known me a day & a half max doesn't know I don't want to be called "milady." "We've got folks who'll probably be a lot happier when they know where they can wash up for dinner." I'll certainly be more sociable once I've got the sweat out of this mop. And acting happy better make me feel better...

A trace of mischief crept into her voice at last as she addressed the whole group. "Remember--the first one done & back to the Lounge--it's just that way from all the rooms--gets the Grand Prize. Commandeering enough space for all of us." She shifted her helmet from left side to right & held out her left hand as if she were going to a formal affair & was reminding the gentlemen that they were supposed to offer their arms to the ladies.

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Finding quarters ...

[ post #38 ]

Tia smiles at Wynn and chuckles a little at being called "Chief". She really didn't think of herself as a "chief" yet since the role was new to her and probably only temoporary due to the influx of new people at the base, which left the tech crews a little undermanned. "You can just call me Tia ... 'milady'," she gibes, having seen Wynn's back stiffen a little when the other pilot referred to her in that ancient vinacluar. Smiling broadly and winking at Wynn she adds, "what should we call you ... is Wynn fine ... or do you go by your last name or a nickname?".

Pulling out her data pad she quickly accesses the base personnel directory and searches for the new arrival's names. Finding them all together she reads off the room assignments one at a time. "It looks like Taps and Paps are rooming together down in the visitor's end of the crew quarters. Kelvin and Tobler are up at the crew end of the crew's quarters. I know the layout of the base pretty well if you would me to show you to your quarters?" she says with a smile.

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[ post #39 ]

"You can just call me Tia ... 'milady'..."Smiling broadly and winking at Wynn she adds, "what should we call you ... is Wynn fine ... or do you go by your last name or a nickname?".

Wyn shakes out her hair, again. Having siblings meant she'd learned to tolerate a degree of teasing, even if she didn't always enjoy it..."Wynn is my nickname to friends, Chief Tia. She lowered her voice & winked back, "And I guess it'll have to do for wretched scum & villainy like these latest arrivals. Oh, Antilles is for On-Duty, and anyone who's got orders for me."

As Tia consulted her datapad, Wynn one-handedly undid the side clasps on her flak vest & wiggled her shoulders to get more comfortable. Tia offered to take the newcomers to their quarters & Wynn commented, "You're gonna need someone on your wing for that. Now let's get going--that can be an order, since everyone seems to think I rank 'em," she added with another toss of her head.

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Kelvin winces from the mention of a No.15 Hydrospaner, then recovers with a slight nervous chuckle... He notices Vookoo speak with the female pilot, paying special attention to the usage of words...

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Radegant. Welcome to Eden."

Bowing down, "Why thankyou, Milady Antiles, pleased to meet you to!" Kelvin says happily, finishing with a mock salute.


Overhearing the mechanic talk about quarters and speaking his name, which perks his attention naturally, he listens to the Lt and her talk about rooms. Still feeling plenty cheerful, he walks over to them, wearing a happy grin

"I'd be much obliged to be shown to my quarters where I could get settled in!" Bowing to both of the ladies, "Looks like I owe an apology of titles I mistakenly assumed proudly from my last post - Cheif Tia Milady!" With a playful grin, "So how's about it? No hard feelins right?"

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[ post #41 ]

As Tobler had stood off to the side of the group, he inconspicuously spat some chomp-chew out the side of his mouth. Finden Rebel crimen-makers on Corellia, ya right. Mesa goin this far outsiden mesa jurisdiction meanin one ting: someboden wantin get rid o' Tobler Grizbain. Okeeday. Mesa do such bombad job theysen hafta promote mesa.

Nods to Tobler, standing off by himself and looking vaguely uncomfortable, and semi-jokingly says "Vooko Zeelas, Silent Gungan. What brings you to the next-to-the-farthest point from the Bright Center of the Galaxy?"

Tobler snaps out of his inner monologue and looks up at the Human who addressed him. He nods and begins to open his mouth when he is interrupted.

Watching Vookoo introduce himself to the Gungan, "Vookoo - Tobler, Tobler - Vookoo" Kelvin pitched in, waving a thumb over to each of them "Tobler, meet one of my kin & best bud in this entire galaxy! That Awing of his, we built in our grandma's barn - a family project of sorts. Vookoo, this is Tobler. I was sent along with him to find a few persons. He's been great company for the trip, and he's smarter than yer average Gungan."

Tobler inwardly winces at the phrase 'smarter than yer average Gungan.' One more time, mesa stereotype goen before mesa. He keeps his face blank as he lankily walks over to the two Humans. Towering over the pair, he stoops slightly to talk to them. He shakes hands with Vookoo. "Tobler Grizbain, at your service." His voice, though speaking near normal Basic, still contains a bit of the Gungan accent. "A pleasure to meet you. Your friend here was a very...interesting travelling companion." Tobler gives Kelvin a look of concealed frustration. He turns back to regard Vookoo. "To answer your question, I am here on a matter of...security."

He straightens to his full height and chews on his chomp-chew a little more out of relief. He had made it through that all right, without any embarassing slip-ups.

Suddenly, the female mechanic works her way over to Tobler.

Seeing the Gungan she extends her hand and smiles, "Hi, my name is Tia. I've never met a Gungan before, you're from Naboo right? How was your flight in?"

Tobler takes a large breath in through his nostrils, summoning up his concentration once again. He stoops from his 2.2 meter height to shake hands with the female Human. "Tobler Grizbain, at your sevice. The flight was bearable, tank you for asking." He winces slightly. Pressing on, Tobler says, "But yes, Gungans are from Naboo, but I live on Corellia."

He straightens back up, effectively cutting off the conversation. He listens to the mechanic (Tia was it?) give the room assignments. Tobler groaned inwardly as he heard his and Kelvin's name listed together. "Thisen gonna be one longo trip," he mutters to himself.

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Paps watched with interest the results of interaction between everyone. First rule when casing a scenario, always understand the people involved. Know everything there was to know on how people behaved, interacted and communicated. Understanding a person was crucial. The Halos had perfected this technique, setting people at ease and making them comfortable. It was at this stage when the best information was released.

Paps noticed that Kelvin had offended just about everyone in the room, including himself. He wasn't sure if Kelvin was acting a role, was just a backwater worldsman with no social skills or was simply irrating. What really grated him was when he insulted the mechanic. He remember what his father said, A lady is a lady, regardless of species, employment or status. You always treat a lady like a lady, or you are not a gentleman.

He flashed a smile at Tia as she moved towards the Gungan, hoping to make her a little more comfortable. He listened to the Gungan talk to Kelvin and Vooko, smiling inwardly as Kelvin clumsily insulted Tobler. He straightened a bit when the Gungan mentioned security. Mulling that over in his mind, he decided he'd speak to Tobler about that.

"You are from Corellia, Officer Grizbain? Wonderful, that's Taps and I adopted homeworld. It's been awhile since we've been there, we'll have to catch up. And did I hear your mention security, Mr. Grizbain? Is there some sort of danger we are in?" As the Gungan started to responding, Paps noticed the effort he had been making to hide his accent. He leaned in and softly said, "You do not have to hide anything with me. Speak however you want to, for I do not like you to think that I will attach some pre-concieved notion to you due to mannerisms."

As room assignment were given out, he listened to Kelvin apologize and decided that his conclusion of Kelvin being backwater was correct. Wynn had departed to get cleaned up and Paps decided they should do the same.

"Let's head out Taps. We need to hunker down. We'll meet everyone in the lounge."

Together, Paps, Taps and Junie, laden with their bag, went to their room. Junie piled the bags on the bed and promptly begin inspecting the area. Taps pulled off his bandanna and opened a bag, quickly looking through various articles.

"So, thoughts?" Taps asked.
"I'll talk about it later. I've got a couple of things I want to pursue. We also need to decide how long we want to stay."
Taps shrugged. "Well, I don't care. I think we've got a nice setup here. I'm going to enjoy this."
Paps looked at him sternly. "You realize there is no going back. Everything, our family, our work, our lifestyle, ends if we stay with these people. You understand that?"
Taps stopped for a moment, pausing in pulling on a new shirt. "Yea, I know," he said quietly. "But I like the thought that we are getting back at them for killing those guys."

Taps shook his head and quickly finished dressing. "Well, let's go."

Once the twins arrived at the Lounge, Taps jumped up on the nearest table while Paps gazed at everyone inside. "Ladies and gentlebeings, Pas and Taps have arrived! And to celebrate this event, we'd like to present this to all of you." Taps held out a bottle. "Drinks are on us tonight!"

He jumped down and grabbed some glasses. Spying Wynn entering, he gave her a wide smile and said, "Would you like a glass ma'am? And maybe you could entertain us with a story of your grand and wild dogfights."

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[ post #43 ]

Bowing down, "Why thank you, Milady Antiles, pleased to meet you to!" Kelvin says happily, finishing with a mock salute.

Wynn smiles at the man, then takes her leave of him and Vooko. "I'm going to get into something that's not orange, which should make you happy, Vooko." Honestly, his cousin's more tolerable when he's not trying to be polite.

In her cabin, she quickly strips out of her flight gear, ducks into the sonic shower & fnally pulls on her old dress, one of the few personal items that had made it to Eden so far. Once dressed, she stowed her gear so the hoses didn't kink.
She sat down on her bunk, head in hands. I'm not Lady Antilles! I hope they get tired of calling me that before I space someone... Her father had told her many times that she'd inherited some of her mother's personality. Risanne had been proud, wilful and a fighter. She'd also had a side that needed quiet & solitude, which was why she spent whatever time she could at Summersky. Tonight was one of those times Wynn felt the same way. Anymore, about the only place Wynn found that peace was in hyperspace, alone in her snub.
She was tempted to just stay in her quarters. But duty of sorts called. And both Captain & Lady Antilles had valued devotion to duty. And her father had died in the line of duty. So had her mother for that matter--Risanne may have served in a less-obvious capacity, but she had served the Viceroy loyally as well.
But it wasn't the deaths of her parents, she realized that had her so down. It wwas her squadron, Shooting Stars. She had no idea how they'd fared on that mission. She could see why Eden Base would want her transfered, but she still should be given some word about the Stars. She'd asked and been told Eden had no word...
What wwere the lyrics of that old ballad? A beautiful face without a name, a beautiful smile to hide the pain...

A few minutes later, Wynn entered the Lounge. She'd hoped to slip in unseen, but no luck.

{Taps} jumped down and grabbed some glasses. Spying Wynn entering, he gave her a wide smile and said, "Would you like a glass ma'am? And maybe you could entertain us with a story of your grand and wild dogfights."

Wynn accepted a drink with the "beautiful smile," but refused his request. "Not tonight, Mr. Halo. I want to be able to appreciate this." Actually, Wynn wasn't going to have more than a few sips, especially not when she was going to see the Base's CO the next day. After another social comment or 2, the pilot went to get her dinner, including more soda.
Wynn took her tray over to her favorite seat, and settled in. She hoped the twins were too busy playing hosts for the next arrivals to not notice for quite some time. If so, she could just sit there & relax for a while. Then she'd slip back to her A-wing. No one thought a pilot checking over her "darling" was odd. She wouldn't be able to fly it tonight. Even as lax as Eden seemed to be, Control wasn't going to give clearance for an unnecessary night flight by a lone pilot. She'd only gotten cleared for day flights because she had to get accustomed to an A & Eden didn't have a simulator.

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Tobler takes a large breath in through his nostrils, summoning up his concentration once again. He stoops from his 2.2 meter height to shake hands with the female Human. "Tobler Grizbain, at your sevice. The flight was bearable, tank you for asking." He winces slightly. Pressing on, Tobler says, "But yes, Gungans are from Naboo, but I live on Corellia." He straightens back up, effectively cutting off the conversation. He listens to the mechanic (Tia was it?) give the room assignments. Tobler groaned inwardly as he heard his and Kelvin's name listed together. "Thisen gonna be one longo trip," he mutters to himself.

Smiling at the Gungan, noticing that he is trying to cover up the classic Gungan accent she has heard numerous times on the vid, Tia reaches out and puts her hand on his arm, ”Mr Grizbain, I ummm … worked …. in a starport on Dantooine and I have heard the accents of many beings, please do not be afraid to speak naturally with me, I find the traditional Gungan accent … charming. Please let me show you to your quarters”. Turning with the Gungan she winces as she sees Kelvin approaching the two of them.

"I'd be much obliged to be shown to my quarters where I could get settled in!" Bowing to both of the ladies, "Looks like I owe an apology of titles I mistakenly assumed proudly from my last post - Cheif Tia Milady!" With a playful grin, "So how's about it? No hard feelins right?"

Tia laughs at the ‘Chief Tia Milady’ joke and smiles broadly at Kelvin’s attempted apology, Maybe he isn’t so bad after all, she thinks to herself, and he is kinda cute … in an outdoorsy sort of way. Chuckling to herself at the thought she takes his and the Gungan’s arm and starts off toward their quarters. Turning to see if the Far’ghul are coming she notices that they have already left and are heading in the right direction so she takes Kelvin and Tobler to their quarters making small talk along the way.

Stopping in front of the first door she pulls it open and she says, ”Well, Mr. Grizbain, here are your quarters”.

A couple of doors down she opens another door and politely motions Kelvin into his quarters. “I will see you at dinner then Mr. Radegant,” she asks with a big smile on her face, as he slides past her into the room.

After showing the two new arrivals to their quarters Tia heads back to her own, determined to get all of the grease off her face and hands and also out of her hair. Hopping into the sonic shower she scrubs vigorously at the grease spots she can see in the shower’s little mirror, using the special cleaner that she bought for just this purpose. As she is cleaning off the last of the smudges she smiles to herself thinking about the new A-wing pilot Vooko and his cousin Kelvin.

Stepping out of the shower she moves quickly about her room getting dressed. She only has one real dress and as she picks it out of the closet she decides that, given the personalities she just met, tonight might get a little rowdy so she puts it back and decides to wear her usual off-duty clothes. Sliding into the tight, black leather, low-rise pants and cropped, white, tank top she is so comfortable in she decides in might be chilly in the lounge so she grabs her black leather, ribbed jacket and throws that on but doesn’t zip it up. Sliding her feet into the knee-high, black leather boots she stands up and heads for the lounge.

Wynn took her tray over to her favorite seat, and settled in. She hoped the twins were too busy playing hosts for the next arrivals to not notice for quite some time. If so, she could just sit there & relax for a while. Then she'd slip back to her A-wing. No one thought a pilot checking over her "darling" was odd. She wouldn't be able to fly it tonight. Even as lax as Eden seemed to be, Control wasn't going to give clearance for an unnecessary night flight by a lone pilot. She'd only gotten cleared for day flights because she had to get accustomed to an A & Eden didn't have a simulator.

Seeing Wynn sit down away from the others, Tia decides it would be nice to have a quiet moment or two with her before things got too noisy. Blushing a bright red as she walks up to the table with her tray and notices that Wynn is wearing a very pretty dress, she almost turns away thinking that she just hasn’t quite got the knack of how a woman should dress in social situations yet. Having been a slave for so long on Dantooine she didn’t even have a dress until she joined the Rebel Alliance. Steeling up her courage she decides to stay and quietly says “Do you mind if I join you? I thought maybe we could talk and get to know each other a little better … maybe you could tell me how you like your snub configured during pre-flight … or … something?”

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[ post #45 ]

"Tobler Grizbain, at your service." His voice, though speaking near normal Basic, still contains a bit of the Gungan accent. "A pleasure to meet you. Your friend here was a very...interesting travelling companion." Tobler gives Kelvin a look of concealed frustration. He turns back to regard Vookoo. "To answer your question, I am here on a matter of...security."

Raises an eyebrow at Tobler's careful pronuciation and the mix of Correlian and Gungan accents. He's worked pretty hard on his speech and is probly a bit touchy about Naboo, and especially Gungans being generally percieved as more than a bit Provincial. Course Kelvin's silliness didn't help any, even though he only intends to entertain.

Responds with his odd "native" accent - vaguely Corellian with touches of accents from over a dozen Core to Mid Rim worlds (OOC: Kinda like Cristopher Lambert's in Highlander - "Where are you from?" "Lots of places." )

"Quite interesting given the people present. We should consider seriously discussing what our situation may be at a later time, but decidedly prior to tomorrow's meeting with Command."
Fighter-cover required for this "Security" mission or do we have at least one present under serious suspicion? This is quickly looking to be another Nukvunt Assignment that's going to be breaking up and leaking hard radiation without warning.

"I'm going to get into something that's not orange, which should make you happy, Vooko."

Chuckles, and lifts an eyebrow. Joke or veiled invitation? Play it off and find out later.
Sketches a bow, "I as well, see you there."

Seeing the group breaking up in several directions, stops by the Flight Operations Office to drop off the datacard containing the Very Boring Report on the flight to the Debriefing Officer, then heads to his quarters to clean up.

Going the the small bag that effectively held the sum total of his
personal life - and was largely occupied by a Non-Regulation flight suit & helmet - after a short, but enjoyable stay in the 'Fresher. What to wear, what to wear. What is there to wear? I've no credits and nowhere to spend them if I did.

Enters the lounge in a was-obviously-wadded-into-the-smallest-space-possible gray shipsuit that does everything but have a tag on it saying "Imperial Surplus" along with his only belt still carrying an assortment of tool, powerpack, and utility pouches.

Scanning for the others he notes Paps & Taps engaged in some Drinking Game with some of the base personnel he didn't recognize (the vast majority), then Wynn and Tia chatting in a corner Doesn't look like a good time to interrupt.

Heading for the Caf Distiller, he can hear one of the Farghul chanting to some unfortunate player "Drink, drink!"...

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[ post #46 ]

"Quite interesting given the people present. We should consider seriously discussing what our situation may be at a later time, but decidedly prior to tomorrow's meeting with Command."

Tobler simply nods. "I am sure we will speak more of it dis evening." Frack! Mesa doin so berry good, too, curses the Gungan silently.

Smiling at the Gungan, noticing that he is trying to cover up the classic Gungan accent she has heard numerous times on the vid, Tia reaches out and puts her hand on his arm, ”Mr Grizbain, I ummm … worked …. in a starport on Dantooine and I have heard the accents of many beings, please do not be afraid to speak naturally with me, I find the traditional Gungan accent … charming. Please let me show you to your quarters.”

Tobler smiles pertly, and breaks off his physical contact with the mechanic. "Charming is not the word I would use." He spits out a bit of his chomp-chew juice. He reaches down to grab his duffel bag. "Please lead the way."

Once again, he avoids contact with the female mechanic, walking with his hands crossed behind his back and falling slightly behind Kelvin and the female mechanic. He sees one of the Farghul pilots approach him and heaves a small sigh. Ye Gods! Mesa just wanten to go mesa room.

"You are from Corellia, Officer Grizbain? Wonderful, that's Taps and I adopted homeworld. It's been awhile since we've been there, we'll have to catch up. And did I hear your mention security, Mr. Grizbain? Is there some sort of danger we are in?" As the Gungan started to responding, Paps noticed the effort he had been making to hide his accent. He leaned in and softly said, "You do not have to hide anything with me. Speak however you want to, for I do not like you to think that I will attach some pre-concieved notion to you due to mannerisms."

Tobler turns to the Farghul with a hairsbreadth of patience left. The eyes perched on the top of his head blink several times as he bears down on the Farghul. Speaking with the kind of crisp articulation brought on only by seething anger, Tobler snaps, "This. Is. How. I. Want. To. Speak. I would appreciate it if this is never a subject of conversation between us. Ever. Again." He spits once again out of the side of his mouth, and turns with military crispness on his heel.

He marches swiftly behind Tia and Kelvin, but feels no surge of joy when he gets his own room, seperated from Kelvin. Tobler nods once and heads into his room. He shuts the door behind him and marches straight to the sink in the room. On his way, he flings his duffel bag violently onto the bed. He violently spits the rest of the chomp-chew out into the sink and rinses the unappetizing goo down the drain.

He grips the sides of the sink and looks at himself in the mirror. "Dis is mesa. Dis is whosa mesa chosen to beein. Dey no udderstad dat, okeeday. No mesa problem." He takes a deep breath to collect himself. The Gungan straightens his vest and heads out of his room.

The tall Gungan walks with a slight stoop in the hallways, which barely accomodate his immense height. He finally reaches the cafeteria, and looks around apprehensively. He stands at the entrance looking out at the sea of unfamiliar faces, shifting his weight from side to side. Give mesa gamblin hall fulla cheaters ovah dese guys.

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Kelvin was happily led by the arm to his new quarters by the mechanic named Tia. Kelvin replied enthusiastically to her invite with a grin, "See you there!"

Once the door was closed, Kelvin tossed his satchel onto the bed, then the rifle and bow upright against the bed. Kelvin checked his suite out - closet, and the smal refresher room. Kelvin let out a rowdy whoop and arm pump upon discovery of actual water taps and shower. None of that sonic starship stuff.

Checking himself in the mirror, almost thought he'd pass, then on second thought, wasted no time getting into the shower. Short while later, Kelvin was done and the 'fresher room was filled with steam thicker than homemade chowder. Kelvin fumbled around, finally found the door, grabbed a towel, and went over to the bed. Dug out some items and went back. Ohyeah, just as good as them natural springs back on Varonat! Now that was refreshing!

Few minutes later with the 'fresher door wide open the steam cleared, what was left was the walls litterally dripping wet. Grabbing another towel, wipped off the mirror and readied himself for the evening's festivities. Kelvin couldn't decide whether to leave his hair as it was, style it or slightly tassle it... Kelven left it as is, it had a natural wavey-curlyness to it, like mom had. There wasnt a single style product out there that could beat it's naturallness.

Kelvin dug out a clean pair of baggy tan slacks, navy blue tunic, and his other brown nerf-hide vest which was just cleaned before the ship-ride over... This particular one was hand-crafted. Shoving a handful of creds into one of his pockets, he was ready for the evening. Oh yeah. good food, good company, with Vookoo, good times... good times...specially good company Kelvin smiled to himself thinking of the ladies as he locked his quarters shut and headed for the lounge area with a slight spring to his steps. Kelvin was most definately in a 'feel good' mood.

Upon reaching the lounge without too much difficulty he spotted several familiar faces right away. Tobler, Vookoo, a crowd with them cats, and - whow-ho, the ladies are here!. Kelvin chose his route - a walk by the ladie's table on over to Vookoo, possibly make a return trip in the not to distant future.. WIth the game plan set, Kelvin went towards the ladie's table, with a smile, slight wave and tilt of his head, spun around on his heels as he walked past and shifted to walk backwards facing them.

Kelvin did a goofy little shuffle as he walked - strode backwards. His feet tripped up, sending Kelvin falling backwards to the floor and a surprised expression on his face, Kelvin managed to half-twist on the way down and landed on his side with a resounding "whaa-oooof!"

With the ladies still in view as they peered over the table, Kelvin gave them a silly playful far-away look, then shook his head with a silly grin, waving his fingers with the arm he was leaning on, and gave the thumbs up with the other hand and a wink. Kelvin picked himself up, brushed himself off and waved again, with a cheerful "Hi! I meant to drop by, but not quite like that!" Without skipping a beat, thoughtfull expresion and smile "Say, I was just heading over for some refreshements, was there anything I could get you ladies?"

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[ post #48 ]

Tia smiled and her face lit up as Kelvin walked by the table where she and Wynn were having their discussion. Listening to Wynn but paying attention to Kelvin, Tia watched as he turned around but continued on walking backwards so he could watch them as he went. He really is kinda cute, she thought to herself as she watched him.

When he tripped and fell she started to standup, concern crossing her face but seeing that he was alright she sat back down and giggled at his antics. Still smiling at his joke she says, "I'll take something to drink ... if you don't mind ... your choice."

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[ post #49 ]

Vooko winces after tasting his cup of caf. Emperor's Black Bones! It's weak and nasty. What Decicred Caf are they loading in here?

Digging a few tools and his datapad from belt pouches he calls up a file Ruuvi - ever the consummate Caf Aficianado - had made him slice from the Rodian's terminal. Consulting it he pops off a side access panel exposing the Main Settings board.

An unfamiliar voice, presumably belonging to someone waiting to refill their cup comes from over his shoulder "Problem?" "Yeah, it dribbles out swill." Temp down 2 degrees...pressure up 500 grams per...switch tools Unconsciously putting the tweaker he was using into his mouth for safkeeping & ease-of-retrieval, checks the pad's displayed specsheet, "Think you can get it to do better" "Prbleh." reduce the height of the cooling stack by 2cm, and... Replacing & securing the coverplate, wipes off the tools on the legof his shipsuit, then files them and the closed datapad into the proper pouches enirely and accurately by touch alone.

He then pours out his cup into the drain, sets it back under the dispenser & start it up, this time it making some rumbling and pinging noises Vooko had long ago learned to associate with a properly tuned distiller.

"Stang, that things sounds like the rattletrap the ground crew has." Looking at the as-expected unfamiliar face, "You presume that the people who keep your snub in good working order wouldn't keep their Caf Machine in top-flight condition? Your reasoning is blatantly flawed." With a sigh, the top of the distiller spews forth a mushroom cloud of vaguely foul-smelling steam, and burbles out a cup of Caf.

While the chatty pilot is still goggling over Vooko's response, he grabs his cup and walks toward the table Wynn & Tia are at. Spotting Kelvin hamming it up as usual, can't help but smirk. One of these days you're going to Court Jester someone into braining you with a Caf Cup or bottle My Brother.

Taking a sip a curious look crosses his face. Huh, just a hint of Lymon, surprisingly good given the Pudu they load that thing with.

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[ post #50 ]

Wynn looks up as she senses someone approaching the small couch she's claimed. She's relieved it's Tia & smiles a welcome.

Steeling up her courage she decides to stay and quietly says “Do you mind if I join you? I thought maybe we could talk and get to know each other a little better … maybe you could tell me how you like your snub configured during pre-flight … or … something?”

Wynn notes the woman looking at her dress. Yeah, she must think I'm fashion-challenged, wearing something this old & unsuitable. I wish I had some of my casual clothes. That outfit looks great. Wynn pats the couch. "Have a seat. As for my A, you should probably give me some reccomendations. I've been an X-wing jock up til 4 days ago, you know. You wouldn't be able to add an astromech brain to an A could you?" she asks. It's not totally facetious. Wynn loves the A's grace & speed, but really misses having a droid companion.
eventually Wynn turns the conversation to clothing, lack thereof. "I really need to get some more clothes--my stuff probably won't make it here before I make General. Is there any sort of BX here?"

Antilles watches Kelvin's approach. Oh please... she thinks. She turns back to Tia to ask how long the young Chief's been at Eden. But Wynn pauses as she notes her companion's interest in Kelvin. Ah ho, Tia is captivated. I'd better keep an eye on her. She's just like my little sis Donella. I think I'd best be chaperone if he comes back this way, the way she's looking at him. And he's certainly aware of it. A bad combination, in my experience.

While the chatty pilot is still goggling over Vooko's response, he grabs his cup and walks toward the table Wynn & Tia are at.

At least something's going right. H'es not bad looking either--rather good looking in fact. Wynn moves over just a little on the sofa. "C'mon Vooko, I saved you a seat!" Wynn gestures for him to sit beisde her. "What took you so long? Since you're still up, be a dear & get a pticher of the fizzy stuf--the soda. And surprise us with some munchies? PLease?"

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It seemed to Paps that it took Taps about two seconds before he gathered most of the lounge's citizens and begun some kind of game involving liquior. Wynn obivously wanted to be alone and both Far'ghuls moved on, quickly knowing the rest of the base's staff.

Paps watched Tia enter and join Wynn. The two women chatted before Kelvin approached and made himself look like a complete goof, the kind women found charming. Paps noted the look Tia gave him and filed that away for future reference. He then turned his attention to Tobler and thought about his reaction.

Paps had been a bit suprised when the Gungan had snapped. A Far'ghul had a very diffcult time understanding shame of one's background, if that was indeed what Tobler's reaction was about. The idea of specism was a horrid concept to Paps and all he had tried to do was reassure the Gungan. Ah well, thought Paps, you can't win them all. This Gungan may have a reason to attempt to his birthrights.

Still, as Paps watched the lone figure stand in the doorway, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him a bit. At least Paps knew Taps and Junie. This Gungan knew no one.

Paps grabbed two glasses from the table and approached. "Mr. Grizbian, I believe we got off on the wrong foot somehow and I apologize. Let's start over. Would you like a drink and then perhaps join the rest of us at that table?" He motioned to the table that now held Vooko and everyone else.

Meanwhile, Taps was evidently being asked to sing something from his days as an up-and-coming singer. The small crowd, fairly full of strong drink, chanted "Sing!". He grinned, and not to reluctantly, jumped back on the table. Pausing a moment, he bursted into an old Alderaanian lullaby.

Now close your eyes, my pet My little one, - and float away It's time for stars, - and moons To have their play, - now float away Your bed will float on dreams Of milk and starry scenes Now close your eyes, Now close your eyes You've grown a big lot to day Now take your rest, - Good Night, - Good Night When you awake, you'll be strong Strong enough to grow a whole lot more

It was a simple, typical Alderaanian lullaby, a bittersweet, haunting tune. The small gathering of techs, soldiers and mechancis quieted down a bit as they listened. Taps' strong, melidious voice floated over most of the lounge....

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Wynn thought Vooko didn't reply right away because he was surprised she'd asked for 2 different things. "Ah, just sit--We've got enough for now, unless you're getting some after parking your caf cup." I must be more tired than I thought. Wonder if I'm not really quite recovered from the EV escapade? Well, I'm sure not going back to Medical & asking them--I'll miss out on whatever Gen. Reu Lai has for us--and then I'd die of boredom. Might use at it an excuse to turn in early. Medical had wanted to keep her at least another day or 2, & had released her only because the Base Command Staff was so eager to see her in their only A-wing.
"I was asking Tia if she had any ideas to fancy up my snub--besides bright purple racing stripes or an astromech?"

Jus then she heard a familiar haunting tune. The words Taps sang were unfamiliar, but it was Alderaanian. Tia had only heard variations played for court entertainment and hadn't even realized it was originally a lullaby, with lyrics like that it couldn't be anything else. Wynn started to rise to leave before memories got the better of her. Then she recalled Tia's facination with Kelvin. She wasn't going to leave Tia alone here. She settled back down, closing her eyes. It's only a song & it won't hurt if you don't let it, she told herself, as she leaned back in her seat, eyes briefly closed.

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Kelvin grins, "My choice? Alrighty! I'll see what I can find to wet yer whistles! Though i'm hoping they have something better than Jet Juice - the stuff that'll de-grease yer tools and light bonfires on a rainy night..." Kelvin speaks, then turns towards the bar.

"Heya Vookoo! I'll join ya'll in a quick bit, going for some drinks!" Kelvin replies happily and walks off.

Over at the counter, Kelvin grabs a tray, a stack of glasses, a pitcher of iced water, two bowls of mixed snaks then frowns Frak, This ain't gonna all fit... Ah! there's a cart!. Kelvin sets the tray down momentarily, and clears the cart of the cups & dishs basin, places his own tray attop. Perfect. now for some drinks... Hmm, what is there and what to get? Kelvin thinks to himself.

A couple minutes later of loading and re-organizing the cart's top and lower trays, Kelvin had it all figured out, neatly arranged, paid for out of his own cred chips and was gently pushing it back towards their table. Someone started to sing a song, Kelvin looked, it was one of the cats that brought them here. Kelvin still didn't know which was which - their names were too similar. Apearances aside, they sounded the same and acted the same.

Kelvin arrived back at their table by the time the song was sung. "Well, I hope everyone's thirsty! I've a little bit of an assortment here! We've got these munchie snak things, we've got a pitcher of ice cold water, next we've got a few shots of Coruscanti Brandy, several cans of Fizzyglug soda, one Polanis Red, one Tarkenian Nightflower, a flask of Rylothian Rum, one Tarkenian Nightflower, a couple of Tatooine Sunburns, and my favorite - Blue Starburst. Man I love this drink as much as I love starin at it - just lookit them blue moving clouds!"

Kelvin speaks as he unloads the lower shelf of the cart - the pitcher of water, a stack of glasses, and two bowls of snaks which consisted of brown sticks, round and cube shaped breads, and multi colored wafers. All the other beverages were neatly arranged on the top of the cart and Kelvin was offering to serve. "So, what'll it be? Don't be shy, theres lots and its all paid for - my treat!" Kelvin said with a smile.

Without delay Kelvin found himself a seat - beside the cart and across from Tia, and decided to start with sharing an amusing tale about some of the great times he's had with his last group of friends.

"So, all we need is a bonfire, few more friends sitting around the bonfire, jolly good music, some fresh game roasting on a spit above the bonfire, and a few people to play the good music and we could call this a shindig!

I gotta tell you all - the last time I had a really great shindig was back at the training camp on Varonat. Had one every saturday night since we were able to kick back and hang'em and not wake up til mid afternoon sunday. Yeah, sundays were our laundry and anything else days. I and a few fellas always caught the best game the planet had, large as a nerf and tasted somewheres between nerf and bantha. Never knew what they were called. We all had these huge mugs, and had the best bulk imported liquors that actually came in large plasteel barrels or kegs! Ha! I can still remember reading some of the shipment lables on them - Moff Drestel, or Grand Moff Heutner at so and so palace on so and so planet in so and so sector! Funny how they wound up here eh?

We'd all sit 'round that bonfire, shoot the nerf, tell jokes and stories or whatever. When the game was done, all ye needed was a knife and an empty hand to cut & hold yerself a hunk to chew on. Booze, buddies, cooked game all 'round a bonfire under the clearest starry sky you ever could've imagined! I tell ya, you've never tasted such good tasting food until you've eaten outside, middle of the wilderness. The great outdoors just does something to the flavor. Maybe its the aroma of the chopped wood burning and the color of the bright orangy glowing embers, the fresh scent of the fauna and trees surounding.

There we're several who knew how to play and had brought their instruments, we even crafted some of our own! They'd play merry tunes, we'd all sing along and dance to the tune! At the very end which was very very late, some of us managed to find our bunks, others passing out by the firepit was fine too. And lots of us just sat or layed back, usually too tanked to walk anways, and just lookup and stare at the sky - just loose yourself gazing up into the black endless depth speckled with bright white stars. It was great comadrie. "

As Kelvin spoke, he smiled and settled into his chair, guestured vividly with his hands at times, made sure he was speaking to all at the table, forgetting no-one, and reminisced cheerfully. Only pausing occasionally to take a sip of his drink.

As Kelvin finished, he asked, "So, who's next?" with a curios smile.

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[ post #54 ]

Tia watches Kelvin walk across the room to the bar, thinking back to another man that she had thought was "cute", Dax Hoban, the young rebel soldier who had rescued her from her life as an indentured servant working for Ganner Saar on Dantooine. She was technically a slave, but not his slave, she had escaped from the slaver she had been sold too but he threatened to turn her in to the authorities if she didn't work for him so she might as well have been his slave, it felt that way anyway. I wonder whatever happened to Dax, she thought, after we became seperated during the Imperial raid on Dantooine we lost touch, hmmm ... that was what ... 2 years ago now ... there didn't seem to be too much time or room for love when you were part of the Rebel Alliance.

Turning back to Wynn she blushed, not realizing that she had been lost in her own thoughts there for a minute. "Your A-wing, right, well ... we could definitely do some work on the engine, they aren't usually tuned to peak performance straight from the factory, there is always room for improvement there," she says smiling as Vooko joins them. "I guess we could also replace the engine with a bigger one like your wingman did," she says gesturing to Vooko, "but that would be expensive and would require some time to complete."

As the song began Tia turned to see the Far'ghul singing and smiled, having heard this song before but not really remembering where she had heard it. The song seemed to stir happy memories within her, memories of her dead parents. As the song came to an end she turned back around, "Then there is the weaponry ... we could ....," she started to say but stopped when she realized that Wynn had stood up as if to leave and then sat back down with her eyes closed and a slightly pained look on her face. Smiling at her with a little concern she asks, "Is something wrong? Are you feeling alright? Weren't you just released from medical? Should I get a droid?".

Kelvin arrives back at the table as Wynn reassures her that everything is alright but a look passes between the two women, a look that conveys a feeling of loss shared between two people who have both lost much in their lives. With a reassuring smile Tia reaches out and puts her hand on Wynn's arm and then turns back to Kelvin as he starts talking about the drinks he has brought back from the bar. She had never heard of most of the drinks that he brought back, not being much of a drinker herself. She usually stuck with water, kaf, juice, soda, or the occasional ale.

Smiling over at him she says, "Hmmmm ... I'm not sure ... what's good? I think I would prefer something a little fruity and definitely nothing that tastes like degreaser," she adds with a giggle, "how about you choose for me since I've never heard of most of them".

Tia listened intently as Kelvin told his stories about training camp, the outdoors, sleeping under the stars, and camp fires, while she sipped at the drink that he had chosen for her. She had never done any of these things but they sounded wonderful. Most of her life had been spent on starships, the only time they she had slept outdoors was while she was living on the streets on Dantooine and then she was much too worried about her next meal to really take any notice of things like the stars. As Kelvin finishes his story and asks "So, who's next?", Tia blushes and looks down at the table. Pulling down the sleeve of her jacket to hide the tatoo that marked her as a slave on Dantooine she quietly whispers, "I'm sorry ... I don't have any ... any good stories."

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Turning back to Wynn she blushed, not realizing that she had been lost in her own thoughts there for a minute. "Your A-wing, right, well ...

Wynn pretended not to notice that Tia's thoughts had strayed, while she listened to the other woman's suggestions. "I think this one is factory-new--but you've done very well getting it ready to fly."

"Then there is the weaponry ... we could ....," she started to say but stopped when she realized that Wynn had stood up as if to leave and then sat back down with her eyes closed and a slightly pained look on her face. Smiling at her with a little concern she asks, "Is something wrong? Are you feeling alright? Weren't you just released from medical? Should I get a droid?"

"No, I'm ok. Just a little tired, Tia. You know how many hours I'ved logged in that A since I got out of Medical 4 days ago. I'm glad somebody cares.

Wynn reassures her that everything is alright but a look passes between the two women, a look that conveys a feeling of loss shared between two people who have both lost much in their lives. With a reassuring smile Tia reaches out and puts her hand on Wynn's arm

Wynn smiles, more at ease than she's been for a while. Perhaps she's just been lonely. "So what kind of weapons do you have in mind? The designers seem to have forgotten you're supposed to shoot things with a snub," she grinned. The pilot refused the alcoholic drinks, but did accept more soda, as she listened to Kelvin's tale. Maybe he wasn't so bad. Now if only Vooko would get in a few words around his loquacious cousin.
Like Tia, she's at a loss for any stories. "I'm just too tired to do anything but listen tonight, sorry. Maybe another night." If I can think of anything that doesn't involve noble trappings. I just don't want to explain

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[ post #56 ]

As Wynn says:

Since you're still up, be a dear & get a pticher of the fizzy stuf--the soda. And surprise us with some munchies? PLease?"

Immediately follwed by Kelvin's

"Heya Vookoo! I'll join ya'll in a quick bit, going for some drinks!" Kelvin replies happily and walks off."

Knowing full well Kelvin would come back with at least enough for everyone, and presuming he'd picked up on Wynn's request, lifts an eyebrow at

"Ah, just sit--We've got enough for now, unless you're getting some after parking your caf cup."

She's not tracking at that well, how will this affect her on long-range Recon runs A-Wings typically pursue?

Sets his cup down a takes a seat, keeping a surreptitious eye on his wingmate.

"Your A-wing, right, well ... we could definitely do some work on the engine, they aren't usually tuned to peak performance straight from the factory, there is always room for improvement there," she says smiling as Vooko joins them. "I guess we could also replace the engine with a bigger one like your wingman did," she says gesturing to Vooko, "but that would be expensive and would require some time to complete."

I'd suspect it'd be more than that. My ship was engineered to accomodate RV3's, along with mountings for Novaldex J77's as well as those for a Y-Wing in the basic design as The Family is used to having to improvise to keep a competetive edge, and comes with precalculated specs for those refits.

The stock A-Wing, although shop-built, is designed and engineered like any mass-manufactured ship. Changing the engines, and/or using higher-compression fuel tanks like mine will change the ship's mass and center, requiring fuel-mass rations and intertial damping to be totally recalculated from the altered simulation. I might be able to contact Commander Grun & find out if he's a copy of the program Ruuvi used to preset the specs, then hope the rest of the structure & systems are held constant & can be scaled to-stock, but that's something I'd rather trust to a reliable Flight Engineer.

Sits back & sips his caf as the song plays through Kelvin's return.

Remebering Wynn saying

So what kind of weapons do you have in mind? The designers seem to have forgotten you're supposed to shoot things with a snub,"

Adding weapons on a stock-job will have guranteed drawbacks, mine was redesigned from the specsheet up as Mom thought it was undergunned. The RV3's are there mostly for powering quad cannon, but the fuel consumption is significantly greater for it. I somehow doubt this base has the same resources and specialty experience I had at home. (noding to Tia) No offense intended.

As Kelvin temporarily wound down, "I'd rather hear about this "some guy" you & Tobler are supposed to pick up. Since fetching him seems to require Starfighter Support, I'd like to know a bit more about what Rancor Trap we're being thrown at."

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As Kelvin temporarily wound down, "I'd rather hear about this "some guy" you & Tobler are supposed to pick up. Since fetching him seems to require Starfighter Support, I'd like to know a bit more about what Rancor Trap we're being thrown at."

Taking another sip of his Blue Starburst before putting it down and clasping his hands on the table, "Vookoo my good brother, I know as much about this dude, dudes or dude'etts tails we're gonna be chasen, my pardon's to the two cats that brought us here - as I was sayin - I know as much about it as a Bantha stuck in the middle of a droid factory. And that Bantha's about as clueless as I am right about now. I reckon Tobler knows something, and that this base's commander knows the rest. I was on Corellia for barely a day, got paired up with Tobler, and was sent out here without further explanation." Kelvin finished, and placed his hand at the back of his head and leaned back into the chair.

Changing notes, "So! we're clueless on most of the assignment details. I told ya about the best Shindigs i've had the luxury of partaken in. So, what else can we share or yammer about while the nights' has not even begun?" Kelvin asks in good spirit

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Tia smiles at Kelvin and leans back in her seat too, sipping at the drink he chose for her. "How about if you tell us about your childhood ... about how you and Vookoo know each other. Did you grow up together, how exactly are you related? What kind of trouble did you get yourselves into?"

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Originally posted by Jemma "How about if you tell us about your childhood ... about how you and Vookoo know each other. Did you grow up together, how exactly are you related? What kind of trouble did you get yourselves into?"

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Setting down his cup, Vooko calmly replies.

"We grew up together. Kelvin's my Semi-Cousin, we share 2 of the same mothers.

Growing up and traveling with a Racing Team certainly offered plenty of opportunity for mischief. Anything in particular you want to hear about?"

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Wynn was relaxing more as the conversation on one of her favorite topics--snubbies--continued. And she was happy that her wing had joined them. He was friendly & reasonably good-looking. He also knew how to converse. She still wished that she'd taken the opportunity earlier to get to know him without a crowd. There were things she was interested in that she didn't want to ask with an audience.

Cinowynn smiled as he finished his dissertation on the difficulties of modifying snubs. "Wow, you can go on about snub mods as long as my brother can about archtectural design. He's always been into making buildings. Even when we were little kids he was drawing plans for everything from spacestations to palaces. I had a wonderful dollhouse built from his plans."
Her voice is full of affection. Returning to snubs, the pilot sighed wistfully, "Well, I doubt I've the creds for mods even if they were a lot less troublesome than these sound. And even if I could afford it, I don't own the snubbie I'm flying now. I don't even have a say over who refuels it," she added, looking at her wing. "Oh, well, talking about it's still fun, and who knows..." She wondered what she did have in the way of credits.

Wynn listened closely when Vooko asked Kelvin about the upcoming mission, & was disappointed to learn that the man knew nothing more than they did. Mention of the mission did remind her of one thing.
"After the briefing, I have to report to Medical for a physical. Not unexpected, since I was just cleared to fly again." While Vooko & probably Tia knew that it was standard for a pilot recently cleared to have another check-up after a week or so, Kelvin--and Tobler, if he was even listening--might not.
Wynn grinned at Tia. "Do you know anything about that cute Twi'lek surgeon--Jal? I wouldn't mind having him giving me a good looking-over. But with my luck lately, he'll be off-duty in the morning. Don't know if Vooko's having a physical too." Wynn looked a question at her wing. Her deep-blue eyes suddenly lit up with wicked merriment. "I hope so--at least for once I'll have something nice to look at while I'm being poked & scanned." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Wynn realized she wasn't just teasing--she really did find Vooko Zeelas attractive.

"We grew up together. Kelvin's my Semi-Cousin, we share 2 of the same mothers. Growing up and traveling with a Racing Team certainly offered plenty of opportunity for mischief. Anything in particular you want to hear about?"

Wynn gave Tia a surreptitious thumbs-ups for the topic. Maybe Tia would talk a little about herself, too. She still felt that sense of shared experience & wanted to know a little more about the tech. Tia wasn't Alderaanian, she was sure. The accent was all wrong.
"Two of the same mothers?" Wynn chuckled. "How many moms did you have? I just had one mom, but she was wonderful. And I guess you could say I was 1 of 4 'Spacer's Brats.' Dad was a ship's captain.
"How old were you the first time you flew?"

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Tia laughed out loud when Wynn mentioned the Twi'lek surgeon. "He is cute isn't he ... a few weeks back one of my techs got his fingers caught between misbehaving stabilizers on an X-Wing and he was the surgeon that reattached the muscles in his fingers. I must have visited the injured tech everday and it always seemed to be during his surgical checkup," she giggled with a wink to Wynn. "Unfortunately, he is dating a Twi'lek nurse that works in the Emergency Ward," she adds with a pout.

As Tia listens to everyone talk about their families she feels a sense of emptiness remembering her dead parents. "My parents were scientists," she says quielty, "I used to travel all over the galaxy with them but they died when I was still pretty young. Still, I really enjoyed the time we had together," she says with a shrug turning away from the others to gaze across the room at the Farghul.

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"I hope so--at least for once I'll have something nice to look at while I'm being poked & scanned."

Tries to maintain a Sabacc Face while processing this surprise Seems this could be serious, but a good relationship takes time to get to really know one another, and right now may not be good for that...a casual one may well be less than she deserves. Mom always did call me "My Little Heartbreaker", she's right as usual.

"Two of the same mothers?" Wynn chuckled. "How many moms did you have? I just had one mom, but she was wonderful. And I guess you could say I was 1 of 4 'Spacer's Brats.' Dad was a ship's captain. "How old were you the first time you flew?"

Thinks back for a bit, and a grin spreads across his face. "Five. First time I flew was probably around Eight, if you can call steering a HT-220 in a straight line with nothing to hit for kilometers piloting." As if that memory had triggered something else, a very sad & worried look crosses his face before he can regain his composure.

"I used to travel all over the galaxy with them but they died when I was still pretty young. Still, I really enjoyed the time we had together,"

Something very wrong in what's not being said here, but I don't want to pry unless I have to. Hopefully she'll open up soon enough.

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"He is cute isn't he ... Unfortunately, he is dating a Twi'lek nurse that works in the Emergency Ward," she adds with a pout.

Wynn frowned in dismay--mock or real, her companions weren't sure. "Huh-well! He sure didn't sound taken when he was talking with me the other day. Hey--he wasn't my doctor & I was already discharged," she added, a little defensively, before Kelvin could make the obvious wisecracks.
Actually, they'd been in this very lounge. She wondered what his explanation had been when it got back to his nurse that he'd spent the better part of an evening paying marked attention to Eden's newest snubjock. Wynn then dismissed the "good doctor" with a shrug. "Oh well, just like my whole life lately. 'If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all,' as the old folk song goes. Guess I'd best stick to just watching the sabacc games, or I won't have enough credits to buy a snubbie model kit."

Tries to maintain a Sabacc Face while processing this surprise

I really have been away from court a long time. You just didn't flirt that way--not that the courtly lines were any less blatant at times.
Wynn was very grateful when Vooko decided to only answer the question about flying.

"Five. First time I flew was probably around Eight, if you can call steering a HT-220 in a straight line with nothing to hit for kilometers piloting."

"More like piloting than my first time. I was 8 too. I was sitting in the command chair on Fare Thee Well, wrapped in Dad's uniform jacket, repeating the commands for undocking & leaving orbit that he whispered to me. I wanted to pilot, but..."

As if that memory had triggered something else, a very sad & worried look crosses his face before he can regain his composure.

Wynn noticed her wing's distress & trailed off. "You ok, Zeelas?" she asked, studying him intently. The lieutenant wanted to say more, or put her hand on his arm as Tia had done to comfort her, but she didn't dare. After that last line of hers, any more than "Are you ok?" would surely be interpreted by all present as, "While away the night with me," or worse, and Wynn wanted--something more--than a fling.

"I used to travel all over the galaxy with them but they died when I was still pretty young. Still, I really enjoyed the time we had together,"

Everyone seems to be hypersensitive tonight. The poor girl--at least I had mine til I was out on my own, she must've been just a kid. Wish I knew what to say. She glanced at Kelvin, hoping he did. Her mother, although her own sense of humor was as subtle & quiet as the rest of her personality, had once observed that the best jokesters used it to ease tension or even pain. Since Kelvin didn't strike her as cruel, only talkative, she hoped he might do that now. At least with Tia it was safe for her to return the gentle, sympathetic touch.

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[OOC: You people post way too much. Making poor slackers like me do such much catch-up work. ]

Tobler nodded at the Farghul. "My apologies, Mr. Paps, is it? I should not have lost my temper with you. The flight was longer than I am used to, and made very unagreeable." The tall amphibian allows himself to be guided to the table where the rest are sitting. Tobler sits down near the end of the table, with a few chairs remaining empty between him and the rest of the group.

The Gungan sat, swirling his finger in his drink through the talk of cute members of the base staff and childhood stories. He listens intently, committing as much of the converstaion to memory in order to draw a better picture of the small group he had been thrust into. Every so often, Tobler's tongue would quickly snap out of his mouth and lap a bit of his drink out of his glass. His focus remained on the people talking and their idle conversation.

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