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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 9/8 8:57pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Havah Jeth Spook---Customized Cloakshape Fighter, Atmosphere of Port Haven, just beyond orbit As he rose once more to dance among the stars he gave the customary contact call to the pilots in the field, cutting off Captain Taller was just a bonus. A bonus that went very well with his and Merc 4, Mira T’saaren, laser duet that saw the end of two uglies. "Havah and Mira, I'm buying you two a drink when we get back!" Lasso yelled in joy over the comlink at the appearance of their help. Flicking a switch to bring his speed down to a more managible level for a dog-fight he responded in similar fashion, "Not the cheep stuff?!" Although that mirth was short lived as the call of Taller's craft having been wounded, and soon he was EV. Floating in space with only a shimmering magcon field between him and space, and a space suite that eventually would loose the war with the vast coldness that it held. Requesting further instructions after calling in the clean EV he had their mission. For all that was a clean EV, all of that going for him, wouldn't matter if he didn't get Lasso and Mira into service quickly to deal with the remaining fighters. "This is Merc Lead. Merc 1 form up with flyby between us...bring as many tails as you can, then form up for an inverted chevron before performing a claw split once two tails are formed." It was the best approach he could think with keeping the speed high to quickly cover the field, hopefully one or two would tail Lasso's craft as they met up if they didn't pick any off along the way, and then with a forty degree turn into the thick of things with Lasso coming up to complete the chevron. The chevron shape was so old no one could agree who first invented it no matter the species as it was merely a loose triangle, with in this case the three ships forming the three points. The final maneuver the claw would merely be them splitting in wide then quick crossing loops, each heading through the imaginary points of a triangle perpendicular to whatever their course was at the time, and hopefully blasting whatever pursuit in a three way cross fire. "Let's show these creeps. For Taller!" it was a rallying cry for sure but one he felt they might need to refocus on the mission. Especially since most minds...well at least his was having to deal with the switch from a Nagai in a med ward to EV human out here, and then to himself and the uglies. It needed that call to reorder, weak as it was, just to keep it in the game...in life. TAG: Oreotragus, GM -----signature----- Pride before the fall Humility before honor Friendship is unnecessary like philosophy like art It has ho survival value; rather it's one of those things that gives value to survival http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25366431/p1/?79
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greyjedi125 Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 9/9 9:28pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Port Haven, ER, Triage Center Winterkill's body was on a cold and impersonal medical table inside a small and cramped room. He had machines hooked up to him, machines that monitored his vital signs, which were progressively decreasing. Two medics and a medical droid labored over him, almost desperately, as they tried their best to save the life of their patient. "Administer it again!" the medic ordered, his voice tremulous as he vainly attempted to stave off frustration. The human male did all he could not to run a hand through his disheveled raven hair in his mounting frustration. "I'm sorry sir, the antidote is not having any effect. We are losing him." The medical droid informed neutrally. "Please tell me something I don't know. Like why is this neurotoxin still causing a cascade failure of his nervous system and shutting down his primal functions when we have an antidote!?" "Perhaps it is not a neurotoxin at all... but something more sinister." The female twilek medical assistant put in as she eyed the dying patient. Her lekku twitched and shuddered, expressing for her what she would not speak out loud. ********************Somewhere between places... ************************** The stone floor was cold. Heck, the stone floor was always cold, which meant that someone had put out the camp fire. Did that mean enemies were coming!? Winterkill shivered as he woke up with a start! He immediately rose to a sitting position and looked all around him - and at first glance recognized the location. This was the underpass they had made camp the previous night after travelling the whole day in an attempt to lose the Tof Death Squad that had been pursuing them. This ruined city was a vast valley of demolished structures due to continual bombardment. The stench of burning matter seemed to be forever embedded in the air. Winterkill reached beside him and found his Tehk'la blades exactly where he had left then the night before. Right next to him. But his blanket was nowhere to be found. What in the world was going on? Something felt very....odd. "Good morning, Qu'elwynt'r. Finally decided to wake up?" A cheery female voice said from behind. Winterkill whirled around with lightning speed, his in hand was like a flash of silver. A crouching female nagai smiled at him, unbothered by the blade he pointed at her. He noticed how she held his blanket gingerly in her hands. Next to her stood her male companion. "You've slept long enough. Time to wake up." said the male, who looked down at his sitting form, a smile also across his face. "Kasha! Nerub!!" Winterkill got up right away and embraced his friends. He suddenly felt very happy to see them...then realized.... something was not quite right. "Wait....this is... what...I'm confused." Winterkill shook his head and took a step back as he tried to sort his thoughts. "How am I here? I remember.... I remember.... oh! the Octagon?" (was that a dream?) "Am I dead?" Winterkill asked his friends. A mixture of sadness and happiness flickered back and forth on his face. "No. At least not yet..." Kasha said as she tilted her head to regard him. ***************************************** ER (Emergency Room) "He merely sleeps." The voice had startled both the medics, who had turned around with a start once they had heard it. "You almost gave me a heart attack..." The female twilek said as she tried to catch her breath as she gently placed a hand over her heaving chest. "I apologize for my...sudden appearance." "How did you get in here!?" demanded the male medic of the robed figure who had entered the small and cramped operating room. He could not see the figures face for the hood it wore, which was enough to make him reach for the com and call security. "Please don't do that. I can help save your patient. You have tried everything you know. Please, let me help. You have nothing to lose If I fail..." The twilek looked at the medic, who in turn looked at the medical screen which indicated that the patient would not hold out much longer. The medic regarded the robed figure for a heartbeat, then with a small nod, stepped to one side, making Winterkill's body accessible. "Thank you for trusting me.." The robed figure said, as it moved forward and laid hands on the nagai. ********************************************* Between Places**** "Shhh! Did you hear that..." Winterkill and Kasha looked at each other, then back at Nerub. Then they felt it more than heard it. A low thrumming in the air. It was a Tof Death Squad, and it was somewhere near...and getting closer. "I...I'm sorry." Winterkill said suddenly, sadness filling him. "For what?" Kasha asked. She gave him an inquisitive look and smiled knowingly at him. "For not being there when you two needed me the most." Winterkill admitted and hung his head low in shame. "Don't be silly, Qu'elwynt'r. There was nothing you could have done. You warned us not to stray too far from camp and we took a foolish chance. We don't blame you, so neither should you." "But If I'd been there..." "...You would have been killed as well." Kasha finished for him. Winterkill stared and Kasha matched his gaze. "They're getting closer." Nerub announced, still looking out. "You'd better go..." Kasha whispered. "Where...?" Winterkill asked after a beat. As if in answer to his question, a white door made of light shimmered into view. Winterkill's eyes widened in surprise. The light was bright, but it didn't hurt his eyes. When he looked back at Kasha, he saw that she was smiling. Nerub was in the process of unsheathing his blades. "You go. We'll hold them off." The expression on Winterkill bordered on horror. He did not want to lose his friends a second time. "I can see them now. It's time." Nerub crouched down and produced a second blade. "It was good seeing you again, Qu'el." The older nagai flashed him a mischievous smile and handed the second blade to Kasha, who accepted gracefully. The thrumming was alot louder now, so much so that it vibrated through them and made hearing what was being said somewhat difficult. "Go. Now. Captain Toller needs you..." Kasha put her forehead to Winterkill's as she said her final good-bye. "Live, Qu'elwynt'r... and die well." There was a whistling sound, then a fearsome explosion just off their position. Winterkill felt the heat of it and turn his face away from the falling debris. By the time he turned his face to see once again, both Kasha and Nerub were gone. It was likely that they were in the process of engaging the enemy, which outnumbered them for sure. Qu'elwynt'r would have followed right after them, and unto certain doom, if it weren't because someone else called his name. Winterkill.....wake up. Winterkill... The soothing voice was coming from the door made of light. Winterkill felt himself strangely drawn to the luminous portal. The closer he got to it, the stronger he felt the urge to go through it. Captain Toller needed him. And Havah Jeth, and Mira and the rest of the mercs. They needed him, and he them. There was nothing left for him here. Not anymore. So, without looking back, Winterkill took a running step and dashed right through the shimmering door of light. ************************************** ER "Oh....my......." The female twilek found herself saying in awe as she looked at the readings on the monitor screen. "He....he's stabilizing. I think... I think he's going to make it." she said, a hint of hope evident in her voice. "I do think I can keep him stable for now..." "Yes!" the male medic exclaimed in triumph. "I have no idea what you did..." He said to the robed figure, "... but you did it! Now, we need to get him in a bacta tank a.s.a.p." with deft movements, the medic moved into a medical station and began typing. "I'll start the calibration right away..." "You know, I wouldn't have believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.." the female twilek began to say as he turned around, fully expecting to see the robed figure who had helped then to save their patient, but the robed figure had gone just as quickly and as silently as it did when it had arrived. Tag: Bravo (Sorry if it seems a bit rushed. Had to condense alot and I ran out of time.) -----signature----- "Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter."_Yoda "I find your lack of Faith disturbing."_ Darth Vader "There is always Hope."_Luke Skywalker "Make me one with everything." (Hungry Monk)_Ameteth
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 9/15 8:43pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 9/15 8:45pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Bravo
	OOG: I hit the submit button before I was ready! -----signature----- Believer in Jesus Christ "All right, I'll give it a try." - Luke Skywalker, ESB "No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try." - Yoda, ESB "Now, be brave, and don't look back. Don't look back." - Shmi Skywalker, TPM
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 9/15 10:30pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 9/15 10:40pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Bravo
	OOG: Its been just over a week since the last "GM Post"---if you want to call it that---to move the game along. As such, we're moving long. All players who haven't post, just catch up or insert you're characters into the action as needed. Mark, my tag still remains for you from the previous post. Just refer to that tag for you're next post. I'll be playing some friendly tag as Jason Lasso and other NPC's before any other major moves as GM to move the game forward. Bring it everybody, the tag is on! Just as a note, turbolaser placements are taken from Star Wars: The New Essential Guide To Vehicles and Vessels (for the CR90 Corellian Corvette) and the Star Wars: The Essential Guide to Vehicles and Vessels (for the Marauder-Class Corvette). Please note that three out of the four other turbolaser placements for the Johnny Boy are not from the Star Wars: The Essential Guide to Vehicles and Vessels. However, the Star Wars: The Essential Guide to Vehicles and Vessels has a reference for such added weapons: "Standard Authority Marauders carry eight double turbolasers and three tractor-beam projectors, although they have mounting points for up to four additional turbolasers if a larger power generator is installed" (p. 108) IC: Terrel Vacks Bridge, Johnny Boy, Port Haven Terrel Vacks watched with a measured eye and calm features the battle around the Johnny Boy and kept a ear open for any latest developments about the intruder alert aboard the ship as well. To his front green turbolaser fire splashed all around the ship, a few shots impacting the shields and resounded among the energy shields. Three CR90 Corellian Corvettes were directly to his front, each firing both of their double turbolaser cannons on top and on bottom of their ships with each vessel also having their two bow-facing turbolaser cannons join into the fight. By pure positioning of the ships, the employed pirates were not able to bring their full long-range firepower against the Johnny Boy, which worked for Terrel Vacks just fine. For Terrel, he had the Johnny Boy returning long-range battery fire with the wing-tipped double turbolaser cluster on each wing, the two bow-facing turbolaser stations with two turbolasers per station, and the nose-mounted retractable turbolaser station. The other three turbolasers of the vessel were inactive, as they were away from the current zone of fire at the moment, but were located two top wing of the vessel (where the base of the wing and middle of vessel connects) and one mid-bottom of the vessel. The Johnny Boy's massively bow-faced weaponry advantage for such a small vessel proved very effective with shield strength doubled on the bow. The Mercs' capital ship's red turbolaser fire centered on each pirate Corellian Corvette in firing range as she moved, sucking energy out of enemy shields and rattling the pirate commanders' confidences against their foe. But Terrel knew the basic principles of ground combat and knew that those same principles could be applied to space combat in some fashion. Plus, it helped that Taller had placed in bridge command plenty of times and the old veteran foot soldier found a degree of ability in starship commanding and battles. Being out-numbered, Terrel knew his best chances were to run. With two pirate Republic light assault cruisers making their way towards the battle at a steady pace, Terrel knew that being between a world, which in effect was a gravity well preventing the use of hyperdrives so close to the planet, and five enemy battle-equipped starships was a bad idea. As the Johnny Boy shuddered under her own turbolaser discharges and incoming enemy turbolaser fire, Terrel took a final glance at the Mother, the Lambda-Class Shuttle dispatched to rescue Taller after his EV, and saw that she was being left alone for now and, considering how out-numbered the Johnny Boy was, would have to fend for herself. "Helm, take us to starboard at full speed. Shields, rotate energy balance from bow to port. Gunnery, re-direct long-range fire with maximum affect from port-side guns and keep coverage on Mother." As orders were obeyed crisply, Terrel watched as his view of the battle changed from three Corellian Corvettes to open space and the edge of Port Haven's planet's to his starboard. Three small metallic-looking objects that could only be starfighters fled towards the three Corellian Corvettes which were out of Terrel's sight at the moment, the three fighters making a dash along Terrel's port view. Behind them some distance were three other metallic-looking objects that would be the Merc's own fighters. The Security Commander droid turned to Terrel and announced, "Sir, a four-security droid squad has reached the Medical Bay. They have made contact with the medical staff who report seeing a hooded figure inside the medical bay and who healed Winterkill, then disappeared before the medical staff could ask him or her any questions." Terrel looked at the Commander and said, "Continue the search. Stun settings only now. This hooded figure rescued one of our own. We'll repay him or her with the same. Keep the squad at the medical bay, two guards outside the medical bay doors and two guards inside the medical bay. Have Winterkill report to the bridge once the medical staff clears him." "Roger, roger." Tag Grey ******************************** IC: Jason Lasso Sweetheart---Naboo Royal n-1 Starfighter, just beyond orbit of Port Haven "COME ON BABY, COME ON!" Jason Lasso yelled in an adrenaline-fueled voice as the three Merc starfighters came closer to crossing their imaginary points. Like stunt pilots who had to practice dangerous mid-air maneuvers so close to almost touch each other, the three Merc pilots brought their starfighters so close that Lasso wondered how they would avoid hitting each other. But Janice Toller had trained her pilots well and her former second-in-command and now Squadron Leader, Havah Jeth, showed no lack in that training as he was able to precisely lead his pilots through a maneuver during live-fire. Mira T’saaren's ability to adopt instantly to the squadron and the maneuver called for in the midst of battle showed her ability as a pilot. As laser fire all seemed to converge on one point in the darkness of space from the Uglies that chased to the Mercs that lead, the brilliant colliding of laser fire splashed across the stars in a light-bursting display of different colors. In the center of the bursting lights rushed all the starfighters and Jason, for a moment, felt like they were crazy, the Mercs that was. "Oldest tactic or not, this is crazy!" He said aloud to himself as he burst through the exploding laser fire, his shields taking impacts from stray lasers from the Uglies chasing each Merc. Once on the other side, Jason checked his sensors. Only three Uglies were left and they were breaking off the attack, retreating to the protection of their large capital ship guns. Naturally the three Merc starfighters regrouped, Havah in front with Jason to his aft port wing and Mira to his aft starboard wing, the three fighters in a triangle formation. The Johnny Boy was just clearing Port Haven's atmosphere and attempting to put as much distance between her and the three CR90 Corellian Corvettes that harassed her with long range batteries, the Johnny Boy firing back with her own long-range batteries. Amidst the long-range cannonading between the starships, a white lone Lambda-Class Shuttle traveled in between them to recover Rick Taller. Not to anyone's surprise, one of the CR90 Corellian Corvettes broke formation and started to shadow the Johnny Boy's moves, matching her starboard side weapons to the Johnny Boy's port side weapons. The three Merc pilots found themselves detached from the main long range vollies and just outside of missile range of the escaping Uglies who retreated towards the three Corvettes, with the Johnny Boy heading towards the Mercs and the Lambda-Class Shuttle Mother to the aft of the moving Johnny Boy attempting to rescue Taller. Lasso waited for Havah to give his orders... Tag Mitth, oreotragus EDIT: Grammar. EDIT 2: Grammar and story events. -----signature----- Believer in Jesus Christ "All right, I'll give it a try." - Luke Skywalker, ESB "No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try." - Yoda, ESB "Now, be brave, and don't look back. Don't look back." - Shmi Skywalker, TPM
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 9/19 4:23pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Havah Jeth Flying in the space above Port Haven One of the oldest plays in the book, and one that hadn't been tossed out due to the effectiveness of it's nature. Relying on an enemies dogged determination or killer instincts to override safety, and one's own pilots to be versed well enough in the tactic not to kill each other with either laser fire or a collision. Once they were past and he was able to actually read the heads up as they reformed, he found that the remaining three Uglies were quickly retreating to safety of the three CR90's. Finally he let out the breath he had been holding for the past several minutes. "Good job and nice flying Jason and Mira." he called back through the comms to his two wings. All things considered they were doing fairly well, with a kill and nuetralizing ratio far outstripping the pirates. "Let's slowly follow those Uglies, best not to rush into an ambush and leave Rick out here all alone." It was a boring order he knew, but Rick's life hung in the ballance. Personally he wanted nothing more than to run down those Uglies and pound on the Corvette that was moving away from the support of it's two friends. But that would leave Taller unguarded, and he wasn't about to leave a Merc behind, no matter how much he boiled beneath his own orders, unless the Merc brass gave a new order. Though he doubted he would be happy until they had Rick safe and at least one of those CR's blown back to scrap. TAG: Oreotragus, Bravo -----signature----- Pride before the fall Humility before honor Friendship is unnecessary like philosophy like art It has ho survival value; rather it's one of those things that gives value to survival http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25366431/p1/?79
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 9/19 7:13pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 9/19 7:14pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Bravo
	IC: Jason Lasso Sweetheart---Naboo Royal n-1 Starfighter, just beyond orbit of Port Haven Jason Lasso took a moment to look at Port Haven as he flew just beyond its orbit in space. For a moment, the pure beauty of the planet struck him as something amazing to him personally. Here he was however many meters above the planet flying in space. He could only imagine, if even for a moment, how the early space explorers of the galaxy must had felt, when they could look at a planet from space. It was so common now-a-days to fly in space that Jason had missed so many times as this: to look at a planet from outer space and appreciate it. Havah's voice rang over the comm channel and Jason's eyes focused on the events directly ahead of them, with laser fire darting between a group of capital ships. "Let's slowly follow those Uglies, best not to rush into an ambush and leave Rick out here all alone." "Hey boss," Jason replied, "I have a question for ya. Captain Taller is in the middle of four capital ships, right? So, hypothetically speaking, if we had to go in after him, wouldn't we be like sitting ducks before those three capital ships' guns opposing the Johnny Boy?" Lasso cringed after that. He knew Havah was a good boss and all, but he sure didn't want to see the squadron leader's dark side when Lasso just questioned his orders. [Your dead.] Dude pointed out as support. "Thanks Dude for the moral support," Lasso replied. Tag Mitth EDIT: Grammar. -----signature----- Believer in Jesus Christ "All right, I'll give it a try." - Luke Skywalker, ESB "No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try." - Yoda, ESB "Now, be brave, and don't look back. Don't look back." - Shmi Skywalker, TPM
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 9/20 1:43pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Havah Jeth Cloakshape fighter just beyond orbit of Port Haven [You did realize that...didn't you boss?] Reading those words from Pic he sighed, capatil ship weapons tended to not be to much trouble if you kept manuevering. But Lasso did have a point, in that if they basically hovered there they would take pock shots which would only put Rick in more danger instead of minimizing it. "Good point Lasso." he replied into the comm with a slathering of cheer dripping from his voice, "Acquire targeting data on the CR-90 paralleling our Mother ship, and prepare for a straffing run on it's forward weapons emplacements and engines." reaching forward he flipped a few switches to activating auto-target acquiring by Pic. "If Uglies try to get in our way take them out first." "Lock and load!" with that final call he punched the engines to max, boosting his craft further ahead as it turned toward the command vessel. If the remaining enemy starfighters desided to return they would just have to deal with them as well. TAG: Bravo, oreotragus -----signature----- Pride before the fall Humility before honor Friendship is unnecessary like philosophy like art It has ho survival value; rather it's one of those things that gives value to survival http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25366431/p1/?79
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 9/20 9:22pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Jason Lasso Sweetheart---Naboo Royal n-1 Starfighter, just beyond orbit of Port Haven, engaging enemy capital ship "Good point Lasso." he replied into the comm with a slathering of cheer dripping from his voice... [Dang, your lucky.] Dude replied across the screen. "Acquire targeting data on the CR-90 paralleling our Mother ship, and prepare for a straffing run on it's forward weapons emplacements and engines." reaching forward he flipped a few switches to activating auto-target acquiring by Pic. "If Uglies try to get in our way take them out first." Jason replied over the comm, "I like to hear talk like that, boss." Flipping switches, Lasso brought his own auto-targeting provided by Dude online, targets appearing on his sensor screen. "Lock and load!" with that final call he punched the engines to max, boosting his craft further ahead as it turned toward the command vessel. If the remaining enemy starfighters desided to return they would just have to deal with them as well. "Lets tuck and follow, Mira," Lasso said, then turned his attention to following Havah, "Shields up and ready. Weapons are hot. Waiting your orders, Lead." Lasso said over the comm. The CR90 Corellian Corvette wasn't about to just let the Mercs have a free shot at her. Bringing her top double turbolaser cannon around from the Johnny Boy engagement, she let loose a red volley of fire directed at the three starfighters. One of her two port side turbolasers cannons followed suit, the other cannon not yet in the field of fire, and the Mercs found themselves dodging turbolaser fire. But their shields held. But Lasso's sensor screen lit up, "Lead, this is One. We have three Uglies coming in hot at one o'clock. ETA until firing range is twenty seconds." Tag Mitth, oreotragus -----signature----- Believer in Jesus Christ "All right, I'll give it a try." - Luke Skywalker, ESB "No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try." - Yoda, ESB "Now, be brave, and don't look back. Don't look back." - Shmi Skywalker, TPM
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greyjedi125 Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 9/21 5:41pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Port Haven, ER, Triage Center How strange it was, that all he could recall at the moment was the bright light, and now - it felt as if he were trying t wake up from a dreamless sleep. He imagined he could feel his limbs moving languidly, though he could not see them at the moment. It felt almost as if they moved on their own accord, which made it impossible for him to figure out his orientation. Was he lying down somewhere? If so, why did it feel as if he were floating? and that far away sound in his ears....it sounded like....fluid. There was a cascade of perception and sensation once the word came alive in his mind. Winterkill could feel it all over his skin. That distinct and unmistakable feeling of fluid. It was all around him. It engulfed him. A jolt of adrenalin shot through his system once his mind realized that perhaps he would be drowning...but somehow, he was not. His breathing was even and steady, excepet for that little start he'd just given himself. Winterkill eyes fluttered lazily, then open slowly, like dark nocturnal petals. His dark eyes perceived blurry images, however, despite the fuzziness, Winterkill understood that he was floating inside a liquid environment. Only now did he feel the breathing aparatus attached to his face. Slowly, he reached out with a hand and was almost surprised when it hit an unseen barrier. Tentatively, he ran his hand on the smooth surface and found it to be concave in shape, like the inside of a big circle.... a circle that seemed to go all around him? Winterkill blinked hard to better adjust his vision. As he did this, he became aware the nodes that were attached on several locations over the surface of his body. What was going on? As if to answer that question, his vision cleared, almost completely, and then he saw. He was inside a tank, and right beyond the tank, he could see equipment with little lights flashing....and a med droid. Oh! That's right!! The Octagon. Memories flooded his mind just then as he came to realize how it was that he ended up inside a bacta tank. Not only that, but flashes of his old friends, Kasha and Nerub. [Doctor, it would seem that the patient has gained consciousness.] The medical droid seemed t say to no one, since Winterkill did not see anyone else within the small chamber. A door he had not noticed earlier opened from a darkened corner, letting in the light from the room beyond and casting the doctor in silhouette. "Thank you three-three." said the doctor as he entered and walked right to a sensor display. [Will you require any further assistance, doctor?] MD-33 asked. "yeah, just double check him for any toxic traces while I initialize the purge and egress sequence." The doctor turned to Winterkill and spoke, which he heard clearly, not through the transparisteel containment tube, but a device within the breathing apparatus. "Looking good in there." he said, then gave Witerkill a thumbs up. "Alright, please do not be alarmed. It's time to get you out of there." Winterkill didn't know what the doctor meant, then his eyes went wide once he felt robotic arms fold around him, then cradle him in place. A moment later, the bacta was being drained from the casing. The process did not take long, and Winterkill was soon rinsed and cleaned off before he was released. "How are you feeling?" the doctor asked as he came to stand before the nagai. "......uhm...... like new..." Winterkill managed to answer as he tentatively flexed his arms and legs. "....Thank you doctor. I....." Winterkill shook his head, not knowing exactly what to say. "Well, to be honest, it wasn't me. It was some hooded figure..." At this, the nagai looked at the doctor with narrowing eyes of curiosity and intrigue. After a beat, he added: "Well, not to sound ungrateful, but could I have my clothes back? I need to get back to The Mercs. How long was I out for?" "Oh yes, your things..." the doctor turned and stepped toward a footlocker; he entered the electronic key-code and it opened, revealing Winterkill's belongings. Upon seeing this, Winterkill quickly stepped over, checked his things for any 'surprises', then quickly began to dress. "You were out for nearly 48 hours and..." "48 hours!!??" Winterkill interrupted as he exclaimed in surprise. "Well, yes. Your condition required...." "Doctor, am I cleared to go..?" Winterkill inquired with a grave tone. This made the doctor pause, but only momentarily. "Well, you should get a few more days rest, but technically, you are free to go. So, yes. Consider yourself relea..." "Thank you, doctor." And without looking back, Winterkill rushed out of the medical facility and accessed his communicator. He did not even hear the doctor warning him about the hooded figure as he left. Turning to the main corridor and meaning to make a call to Commander Vacks, a slight dizzy spell causes him to pause and lean against a wall. Normally, food and rest was recommended after being release from bacta treatment. Rigorous activity was discouraged, but Winterkill had other ideas in mind. A security droid came around from his patrol route and upon seeing Winterkill, delivered his message. Commander Vacks was expecting him. "Inform the Commander that I'm on my way." the nagai responded and saluted. "Roger, roger." came the droid response. Turning on his heel, Winterkill was about to dash-off, but instead, moved at a quick pace. He needed to locate the Johnny Boy and rejoin his fellow mercs. The nagai was quite focused on this, that he missed a pair of eyes following him from the shadows. The figure, however, did not follow. Not with the security droid in such close proximity. Tag: Bravo -----signature----- "Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter."_Yoda "I find your lack of Faith disturbing."_ Darth Vader "There is always Hope."_Luke Skywalker "Make me one with everything." (Hungry Monk)_Ameteth
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 9/22 7:55pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 9/22 8:02pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Bravo
	OOG: I just talked with Grey and he said that he had made a mistake on his last post due to sleepiness. That's his official disclaimer. So the below post will correct his character's location. Post information again: BTL Y-Wing starfighter (look for the BTL-S3 model) IC: Terrel Vacks Bridge, Johnny Boy, Port Haven The Security Commander turned to Terrel and said, "Sir, my units report Winterkill is out of Med Bay." Terrel nodded as he looked at the Battle Droid, "See to it that he finds his way to the bridge with an escort." "Roger, roger," The droid replied, then turned to his own comlink, "Detachment 2-M, escort Winterkill to the bridge." Terrel looked back out to the space battle. The Johnny Boy's shields were holding, which was good. The Mercs' starfighters started to come in for a run against the CR90 Corvette, which opened up a window for the Johnny Boy to escape as the Corvette's gunners were diverted to a secondary attack. "Gunnery, focus all available firepower on the Corvette! Engineering, divert power from all non-combat systems to engines and full speed ahead!" "Johnny Boy, this is Mother. We've been hit!" Came Flight Lieutenant Patty Sand's frantic voice over the comm channel. Terrel ran to the sensor station and saw that Mother was under attack from the two CR90 Corellian Corvettes. The Lambda-class Shuttle wouldn't last long. "Mother, this is Johnny Boy. Hold---" "Johnny Boy, this is Red One. You're free to go about you're business. We'll take care of these two Corvettes," Red Sand Panthers' Squadron Leader and group commander answered, "Looks like someone likes you boys. We got a contract to help you!" "What!? Thank you Red One! Who issued the contract?" Vacks asked, knowing the answer he'd get. "You know the rules, Terrel. We can't tell you our contact. But, our contact did give us these coordinates. I'll send them to you now via data channel. Your needed there ASAP. That's all I was told to tell you." "Roger Red One. And thank you. Johnny Boy out." Out from around the other end of the planet came a squadron of twelve two seater Y-Wing BTL-S3 models, the fighter craft having white hull plating with red strips and a red out-lined Corellian Sand Panther attacking on the top starboard and port sides of the fighters' cockpits. Six of the Y-Wings stayed on course for the nearest Corellian Corvette and each fired two proton torpedoes at long range. The combined twelve proton torpedoes impacted the Corellian Corvette and in a brilliant and quick display of fiery explosion, the ship blew apart. The other six Y-Wings went in-bound to protect the Lambda-class Shuttle Mother and the still EV Rick Taller. "Squadron Leader Jeth, this is the Johnny Boy. Continue your attack run and destroy or disable that Corvette! We're going to escape under your attack run. Then regroup and escort Taller and Mother clear of enemy fire. The Red Sand Panthers are our allies and have twelve Y-Wing class fighters on the field assisting us." Tag Mitth, anyone else ******************** Medical Bay Johnny Boy The corporal ranked Battle Droid of Detachment 2-M nodded to his instructions via comlink as he and an other Battle Droid diverted they're patrol and headed to the Medical Bay. Once arriving, the droid looked at Winterkill who stood between the two sentry droids outside the Medical Bay, "Winterkill, you are to come with us to the bridge, sir." Without waiting, the two droids of Detachment 2-M flanked Winterkill and started to escort him to the bridge, assisting him where they needed to along his walk. Tag Grey EDIT: Grammar -----signature----- Believer in Jesus Christ "All right, I'll give it a try." - Luke Skywalker, ESB "No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try." - Yoda, ESB "Now, be brave, and don't look back. Don't look back." - Shmi Skywalker, TPM
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 9/24 10:32am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Havah Jeth Space above Port Haven "Roger that Jonny Boy. Okay flight lets dip low for the bottom gunwell so they can't keep taking shots at Base. Eratic attack run and fire what you got when you have a lock." Suiting words to actions he spun his ship the Spook down in an exagerated position beneath the Corvetter before lining up for an attack run. TAG: Bravo -----signature----- Pride before the fall Humility before honor Friendship is unnecessary like philosophy like art It has ho survival value; rather it's one of those things that gives value to survival http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25366431/p1/?79
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 9/24 5:54pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 9/24 5:56pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Bravo
	IC: Jason Lasso Sweetheart---Naboo Royal n-1 Starfighter, just beyond orbit of Port Haven, engaging enemy capital ship "Roger that Jonny Boy. Okay flight lets dip low for the bottom gunwell so they can't keep taking shots at Base. Eratic attack run and fire what you got when you have a lock." As turbolaser blasts filled the space around him, Lasso nodded as he spoke into the comlink channel, "Roger that Lead." Without questioning Havah's direct order this time, Jason put actions into words and dropped his Naboo Royal n-1 Starfighter into a roll under the Corvette's top plain of fire and towards the bottom turret. His targeting equipment flashed red for a target lock on the bottom dual laser turret and Jason switched to proton torpedoes, "One firing secondary pay load!" Squeezing the fire trigger, one blue streak issued from under the nose of the starfighter, a second blue streak following the first a moment later. Breaking off his run, Jason purposely dove under Havah's escape route from his firing run as to not collide with his Squadron Leader when he broke. Not waiting to see if the proton torpedoes had any effect, Jason speed away from his run, only for his fighter to come under a vicious assault. Jason looked all around as his shields seemed to take laser bolts from multiple directions, "Sith bones! Where is that coming from?" [Uglies are in range.] Dude answered. "Lead, One here. Watch out for those Uglies!" [Shields down to 50%.] The laser fire stopped as the Uglies flew over and past Lasso's starfighters. He checked his sensors, "Havah, they're coming around for a second run against us!" Tag Mitth EDIT: Grammar. -----signature----- Believer in Jesus Christ "All right, I'll give it a try." - Luke Skywalker, ESB "No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try." - Yoda, ESB "Now, be brave, and don't look back. Don't look back." - Shmi Skywalker, TPM
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 9/28 7:42pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 9/28 7:43pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Bravo
	Storyline Post Five Queen, 3959 B.B.Y. Queen La’lata sat on her throne chair in her personal throne room aboard her kingdom’s mightiest warship, a tribute to her as they’re Queen, the Royal-Class Command Battleship Queen. Her own people had built the massive 2,000 meter ship in honor of her, as their Queen. Her people had been prosperous for generations, lead by Queen La’lata’s family line for as long as they had been a prosperous people. When her husband, King Stakpo“The Honorable” passed away ten years ago, her people cried with their Queen. Her people let her know that they were there with her, every step of the way. But now millions were dead. Their home planet of Prime was utterly destroyed, and whatever was left of the proud and prosperous Red Rock Kingdom, was now aboard they’re last naval fleet, fighting for their very survival---and that of the known galaxy. Two years ago, while mining the re-generating Red Rock native to their planet of Prime, the mining crew discovered a hidden city under the numerous Red Rock caverns that lined the planet. It had been abandoned for thousands of years---or so it seemed. What came out of those caverns was a nightmare that her people would call The Beasts. The Beasts very quickly overtook the Red Rock Kingdom, utterly laying waste to it. The fight for their very survival, the Red Rock that gave the Red Rock Kingdom its name, was to the bitter end and after two years of non-stop fighting, their planet of Prime was destroyed and the people of the Red Rock Kingdom found themselves flying away from their planet in star ships, The Beasts in hot pursuit. Her people had stayed unquestionably loyal to her for the months they had been running, which made Queen La’lata’s heart break even more. She had sent her people to their deaths and they followed her willingly---for the greater good of the galaxy. Once an accepted, even revered, people, the Red Rock Kingdom had been one of the most lavish kingdoms in the galaxy. Now, no spaceport, friend or enemy, would take them in. They all rejected the Red Rock Kingdom’s people upon fear of The Beasts attacking their planets. As the remains of the Red Rock Kingdom fled across the galaxy, a black cloud of destruction, known as The Beasts followed them, destroying anything in their wake after the bloodthirsty pursuit of the last remaining piece of Red Rock. Queen La’lata looked at the small piece of Red Rock on the table before her. This little piece of rock, if captured by The Beasts, would doom the galaxy. And this little piece of rock was what her people---soldiers, sailors, doctors, teachers, merchants, men, women, children---were all giving their life for, so that the very galaxy who rejected her people would live. They had no safe haven to run in the galaxy and The Beasts were catching up to them... Edit: Grammar -----signature----- Believer in Jesus Christ "All right, I'll give it a try." - Luke Skywalker, ESB "No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try." - Yoda, ESB "Now, be brave, and don't look back. Don't look back." - Shmi Skywalker, TPM
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 9/30 8:48pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Havah Jeth Spook in Space above Port Haven The first run had been completed, the ship shook, the CloakShape fighters shields absorbing the impacts. A small screen to the port side blinked in quick succession, the colors dropping from green, to yellow, to red. The ultimate downside of this craft was the terrible shields, already down to probably a quarter or third of their starting strength from the start of this running battle. "Pic get us locks!" was his only call as he banked hard to a head on flight trajectory with the returning uglies. "Merc Flight continue assault on Corvette's gun implacements. I'll see how far I can hold them. Now Break!" He knew he had good pilots and knew they would get the job done, and that when they got back someone would owe them all a toast and a round. "Pic?" Three target recticles appeared on his screen, one quickly flipped through the designations tell a tone sounded the lock. "Missle away. Next." The next in line began to change pitch in his headset as he lined up on the other with his lasers for a game of chicken. "Lock trajectory with Nuna level breakoff point." it was an old program he had installed from his days in the Arkanian Spec Forces as a temporary pilot on some missions. His ship began spinning around the forward axis, simulating a drill as it went faster and faster, only waiting for a new tone that signaled distance to blaster's being effective. Closing his eyes he held down the fire stud, letting shields and hull absorb what damage they could. It was programed for a special note that Pic would use to notify him of either the other pilot breaking off or the last possible moments to break off himself before a colission. TAG: Bravo -----signature----- Pride before the fall Humility before honor Friendship is unnecessary like philosophy like art It has ho survival value; rather it's one of those things that gives value to survival http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25366431/p1/?79
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greyjedi125 Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 10/1 8:02pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Winterkill Aboard the Johnny Boy "Winterkill, you are to come with us to the bridge, sir." A Battle Droid of detachment 2-M informed him in its universally recognizable mechanized 'mannerism'. For a brief second, Winterkill eyed the droid suspiciously, since he had not expected an escort, but then relaxed as he realized the thoughtfulness of the gesture. This had been done for his benefit. Without waiting, the two droids of Detachment 2-M flanked Winterkill and started to escort him to the bridge, assisting him where they needed to along his walk. Even as they reached the bridge, Winterkill felt a rush of energy fill him as he heard bits and pieces of com-chatter. There was an engagement happening at that very moment and he was left out of the action. The Mercs were working with a handicap, which only added to their risk. A pang of guilt shot through him. He let his emotion s get the best of him and ended up inside a bacta-tank because of it. Winterkill bit his lower lip, then took-in a deep breath and exhaled, centering himself even as he tried to control the sudden burst of anxiety combined with rushing adrenalin now coursing through him. Without hesitating, the nagai walked right up to the command station and saluted. "Commander Terrel Vacks, Flight Officer Winterkill reporting for immediate duty, sir!!" Winterkill held the salute and adopted a perfect posture. His gaze was steady, focused and intense....as usual. By the crispness of his salute, one would not have thought that he'd just been released from the medical bay, no - Winterkill looked very much the part of a young, yet seasoned recruit waiting to serve as he silently awaited his marching orders. While he waited for a response, Winterkill listened carefully to the bits of comm-chatter he could pick up and tried to piece together what was going on. Tag: Bravo Short and sweet. Sorry about the wait. RL is doing a number on me. sigh -----signature----- "Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter."_Yoda "I find your lack of Faith disturbing."_ Darth Vader "There is always Hope."_Luke Skywalker "Make me one with everything." (Hungry Monk)_Ameteth
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