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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 6/19 8:37pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Havah Jeth Republic of Watava He awoke in a cold sweat screaming, the face of his brother that was not his brother somehow, and the face of Dog and the recent recruit fading as they gave way to the familiar sight of his cockpit. A familiar location, comforting in a crude way just like his armor that he still wore, a link to the present until his flashbacks passed. They always started after someone died that he knew and last a couple of weeks, but with the passing of Dog and then the new recruit they had started to last longer. Rotating the seat from its recline to an upright position he wiped the sweat from around his mouth and nose as he heard some rustling before Pick appeared next to him hold up a glass of cognac. “My medication. Thanks Pick.” Taking the glass he downed it quickly, “Hmmm, that’s some good Abrax. Still sealed so no one heard me waking? No! What do you mean no?” “The targeting system revealed in nightly diagnostic to be off by point four micrometers for the missile tubes. I opened the hatch to get the necessary equipment for repairs.” “Fine. Fine. Now I’ll have to go the medic because of your morning repair.” Pinching his nose for a moment, he sighed heavily before standing and gather his equipment before slowly with some regret exiting his ship to face the world. Stopping on the brink with his hand on the hatch and his head barely at the entrance of it he called back in to the droid, “Totally breaks my eight year avoidance run you know that Pick?!” he called into the hatch but paused a moment as a tumbler was slid to him by the plating. Taking it down he looked at the full tumbler of Abrax cognac, “Forgiven.” He shouted back as a final parting before sealing it behind him. Looking around the hanger he spotted Janice Toller. To whom he raised his glass in a morning salute before he turned on his heel to head out to find some food to layer on top of his morning ‘medication’. Stopping short of his first step he looked back at her and called up with his raised dry voice, “Breakfast worth it, or should I stick with caf?” He didn’t quite know even if his stomach was up to much beyond snacking anyway, but an informed warning could save one from a fate worse than life, especially if one had training to clean a plate no matter how foul once starting with that first fateful bite. And if history proved true military food often proved to be some of the foulest food to grace a plate when prepping for a terrible war. TAG: Darthramza, Any -----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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Fanficfan Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 6/21 5:59am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Dernan Vask Republic of Watava, Military Base Well, Dernan thought to himself, this is boring. He’d signed on with The Mercs because he thought he’d see some action. They were stationed on a planet that, by all rights, ought to be at war by now, but all he’d seen so far was the hanger, the mess hall and the inside of his quarters. Some of the locals had also seen the inside of his quarters so it wasn’t all bad news, but he was still bored. So for the third time in the week since he’d arrived, Dernan was carrying a large bag down to breakfast. He grabbed a bowl of something that looked like foo... that looked edib... that looked vaguely digestible and made his way over to a vacant table. Dernan scoffed down the stuff in his bowl as quick as possible, so as to taste it as little as possible, then pulled an old cloth from his bag and spread it on the table in front of him. He reached back into the bag and with great care, even reverence, withdrew a rather large blaster rifle and placed it on the table. A much smaller but still very sturdy pistol followed in a similar manner, then a nasty looking combat knife. Lastly he unwrapped a small, brown leather package. He pulled the blaster rifle a bit closer, pulled a tool out of the leather kit, and started very carefully taking the RT-97c apart. He cleaned the power contact points, oiled the trigger mechanism and tightened up the alignment brackets for the scope. Finally he took a fresh cloth and some cleaning fluid, and very gently wiped down the focusing lenses. After ensuring that he hadn’t left any streaks across the glass discs he carefully slid them back into their slots, the other removed components being replaced just as precisely. When he was finished he put all the tools back into their places, re-wrapped the leather pack and placed it back into his bag, then withdrew another, slightly smaller package. “Alright Chloe, he muttered as he picked up the pistol, “your turn.” Tag: Any -----signature----- If a Dark Lord of the Sith ever asks you to pull his finger... Do it! It's hilarious
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greyjedi125 Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 6/21 11:16pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 6/21 11:17pm (1 edits total) Edited By: greyjedi125
	IC: Winterkill Republic of Watava, Military Base, Mess Hall After all these years, very little had changed, interms of his sleeping habits. Winterkill still only slept for four hours only, not a minute longer, and never on his bed, but somewhere up high where none could reach him easily. That was one of the many ways he managed to survive the Tof death squads during the occupation of Nagi, his homeworld. It's been only a few years since the Tof occupation force had been driven from Nagi by Mandalorians and Nagai Warriors, but the nightmare still lived on everytime he closed his eyes. Now he was involved in a different war, someone else's war. Well, the war that was clearly soon to come. Winterkill had come to the mess hall very early and had already consumed his tasteless morning meal. He had hardly noticed the culinary disaster for what it was. Such things were meaningless to a person who had to go days and weeks without real food. His mind had been on finding someone to spar with, but the training room had been devoid of life. Given the circumstances, that was understandable. No matter. Despite the fact that Winterkill had only been with the Mercs for two months, he already knew that he liked it here, though he hardly gave any outer indication of it. The two other mercs in his strike team were very talented and excelled at their tasks. Winterkill enjoyed working with Commander Vacks and Havah Jeth. As a strike unit, the three of them fell in together with so much efficiency, even he marvelled at this. Captain Taller, who was a human he's grown to respect considerably, had the military savvy to put him in a unit he would excell at. The man certainly knew his warfare. And concerning issues of war, unfortunatelly, Winterkill was too numb a soul to feel anything over the loss of Dog and the young recruit. He'd seen too much death in his youth, but he knew enough to be respectful of the feelings of others concerning such themes. He could see how those deaths affected the others, so he did his best not to appear too callous. But he did have to wonder why someone as young as Nick Skysand was allowed to be part of the Mercs. Winterkill does not particularly like to be recorded, but he tolerates it.... for now. As he sat on his corner seat, Nimble fingers moved across the length of the sheathed Tehk'la blades that lay across his lap as his black eyes, much like pools of onyx, scanned the news feed that played on the viewscreen mounted against the far wall. Tensions between The Republic of Watava and The Republic of Lim were mounting. Lim insurgents were now carrying out furtive strikes on remote settlements while Watavan loyalists conduced reprisals. No one was directly claiming responsability, although everyone knew who the true players were. Diplomats and polititians scampered to assuage the mounting tensions, but to little avail. Winterkill looked at the entrance door to the Mess Hall once again, as his fingers caressed his blades. Yes, it was still early, but if he didn't see someone familiar soon, he resolved to find himself something he could do... solo. Tag: Any OOC: Well, I certainly hope I can channel Bravo and get this right. Wish me luck. IC: Rick Taller Republic of Watava, Military Base The walk to the mess hall was not a particularly long one, at least not for someone like Captain Rick Taller, and it was certainly negligible to his Military Protocol Droid, the M-3PO model named Dak. The pair walked with an easy gait through the halls of the base, saluting respectfully those few souls they encountered as they went. "Good morning Captain...." said one private nervously as he performed a crisp salute upon seeing the Captain, after coming to a sliding halt from being caught running through the corridors. "Mornin' Private. At ease son..."Rick said, returning the salute. He gave a slight nod the the private and a small smile, which caused the youth to sigh in relief. "Thank you, sir!" the Private said, both relief and respect evident in his tone. He then proceeded towards the freshers in a hurry, but was mindful not to run. "Ah, to be young again..." Rick comented outloud to no one in particular as they continued on their way to the mess hall. "I'm unable to comment on your youth since I am not familiar with your experiences at that age, sir." Dak managed to put in. "And its quite likely to remain that way." Rick countered amids a hearty chuckle. "But, sir...." Dak began in to say in protest when Rick put up a hand, silencing the droid in mid-sentence. "Not now Dak..." Rick managed to say in a low voice as he looked ahead towards the person walking up to them. Mindful of his manners, at least as much as he could manage, Rick smiled in recognition of the person. From where she was, Kailin Veyo noticed two familiar figures. It was captain Rick Taller and his assistant military protocol droid Dak. As they got closer, she stopped and offered a small friendly smile along with a salute with her free arm. “Good Morning Captain Taller. Dak. How are you this morning? "Mornin' Kailin." Rick said as he returned the salute and the warm smile. "Good morning, Chief Veyo. Do you require assisstance carrying your paperwork?" Dak inquired. "We're on our way to the mess hall to grab our mornin' grub. You're more than welcome to come sit with us if you want. You could sort through your paperwork while I go over today's itinerary. With the Lim and Watavan emergency diplomatic session scheduled for today, I get a feeling we Mercs might be needed, so we need to be ready." Rick made a motion with his head, indicating that Kailin should follow him. "Hmm. I wonder where everyone is?" Rick mused outloud as he began to move towards the mess hall door. Upon reaching it, the Captain stuck his head in and looked around to see what or who he might see. Tag: Jedi_padawan_leigh, Fanficfan (If you happen to see the capt. peering in), Anyone else. (OOC: I hope that was Ok. I'll try to do a quick update soonish) -----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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darthramza Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 6/22 9:17pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Janice Toller Republic of Watava, Military Base, Hangar "Okay, F6, cut me just a tick more slack on the lateral controls and..." Janice gave a slight tug on the steering mechanism. "That's it. Now on to vertical." As she said this, she spied Havah Jeth out of the corner of her eye, using a raise of his glass in place of a more formal salute. It was early, and Janice had never been a major proponent of formal military procedure, so she didn't worry about it. "Lower sensitivity two units," she called to F6 as she continued to fiddle with the controlling mechanism. The Arc-J was a hair out of alignment this morning, prompting Janice to wonder if one of those pesky mechanics had performed a pre-mission tuning. She specifically refused those requests for a reason, but of course it was always being ignored. Blasted engineers always assuming they knew what was right or wrong with a configuration. A ship had to match the pilot, especially a custom configuration like the J. "Breakfast is average," she replied, not taking her eyes off the console. "Can't say I remember too much of it, I was a bit preoccupied. One unit increased sensitivity, F6." TAG: Mitth -----signature----- "Six bullets. More than enough to kill anything that moves." - Revolver Ocelot GDG, GMG, CDG, D.E.N.T.A.L. VP Ever Lovin' DM of the Saga of the Nameless Lands Extremely Unofficial Caretaker of Jocasta Nu's
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 6/23 1:51pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Havah Jeth Republic of Watava, Military Base, Hangar "Thanks Lead." Turning he headed out leaving her to work on her ship, something he would do if he had been able to sleep well through last night. Instead food looked like it was a gambit he would have pass in getting through the morning. Walking through the military base wasn't all that exciting, he had been in many such facilities throughout his prior life to the mercs, and with that a possible piece of the puzzle fell in place for his mind. Perhaps the reason the flashbacks and nightmares were worse was because he was stuck on a military base not too dissimilar to where he used to work out of or the facility where he had killed his brother. Problem solved, maybe he didn't need to bother the doc and could pass that scream off as a `repair accident'. As he walked to the mess hall he spotted three figures going to the doors to peer in, he continued as normal walking quietly and silently, something he never could quiet control or stop from doing without forcfully stomping around. As he came up behind he heard the Captain Rick Taller ask of either Dak or Kailin Veyo where everyone was. "Not a clue sir. Does it look safe to consume today Doctor?" Always good to get a medical opinion on the things that really mattered, plus for a doctor and human she looked pretty good with just the right amount of scars to suggest she might be able to put up with someone with a...past or disposition...something like that of his. Best to steer clear though probably lest she admit him psycho evaluation. Something he didn't want to have to go through again. TAG: Ramza, Jedi_padawan_leigh, `Rick Taller'(GM), Anyone else -----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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Jedi_padawan_leigh Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 6/23 5:02pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 6/23 5:07pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Jedi_padawan_leigh
	IC: Kailin Veyo Republic of Watava "Mornin' Kailin." Kailin watched as the captain returned the salute and gave her a warm smile. Dak then offered to assist her in carrying the large wad of files and paper work that was still tucked under her arm. They were getting a little heavy and she had nearly dropped a handful of them en route. Nodding, she handed half of the papers and folders over to the assistance droid. "Thank you Dak, you are a star" She said with a grateful smile, some feeling returning to her arm as the excess weight was removed. "We're on our way to the mess hall to grab our mornin' grub. You're more than welcome to come sit with us if you want. You could sort through your paperwork while I go over today's itinerary. With the Lim and Watavan emergency diplomatic session scheduled for today, I get a feeling we Mercs might be needed, so we need to be ready." Rick made a motion with his head, an indication that he wanted her to follow him to the mess. She nodded in agreement and followed Rick and Dak in the direction of the mess. On the way she heard the captain musing on the whereabouts of his personnel. This wasn't really a surprise. The mercs were made up of many diverse and interesting people. All with their own routines and rituals they would follow during their down-time. During missions however, this was a different story. At the mess hall door, he stuck his head in and scanned the room for any familiar faces. "Not a clue sir. Does it look safe to consume today Doctor?" Kailin turned around to face the person who had addressed her and captain. It was Havah Jeth. A merc who had a reputation as one of the best in the squad when it came to stealth missions. The Arkanian was also second in command after Janice Toller. Kailin figured that he was asking her opinion on the food being served in the mess and laughed softly. If she had a credit for each time someone complained about the food at one point or another she would be a rich woman. "Looks alright to me. I haven’t had a need to break out my poison response kit yet" She said, giving the Arkanian a light-hearted wink as she made her way over to a table. "Besides, bland, tasteless or not, you should eat something, you know skipping breakfast is bad for you" TAG: Mitth, greyjedi -----signature----- FF-UK: NORTH! My locker is like a TARDIS. Unfortunately my biology textbook got lost in time and space The FF-UK Fantasy Football League - 09/10 - Manager(ess) of The jpl Lucky Stars aka relegation fodder
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greyjedi125 Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 6/23 7:35pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Rick Taller Republic of Watava, Military Base, Mess Hall Captain Rick Taller casually stuck his head beyond the mess hall doors threshold and looked in to see if he spotted any familiar faces. The man almost positively jumped out of his skin when he heard a voice right behind him. Almost. But he didn't. His 'shoulders' however, did react as they jerked slightly. "Not a clue sir. Does it look safe to consume today Doctor?" Rick made a reaching motion for his side-arm as he half turned. He had already recognized the voice of the speaker. It was Havah Jeth doing his 'spook' impression again. But Rick was not about to give the man the satisfaction of having caught him off-guard. "Darn it, Jeth! how many times have I told you to announce yourself first!" Rick tried to sound irritated, but failed miserably as he chortled and re-holstered his blaster. Kailin turned around to face the person who had addressed her and captain. It was Havah Jeth. Kailin figured that he was asking her opinion on the food being served in the mess and laughed softly. If she had a credit for each time someone complained about the food at one point or another she would be a rich woman. "Looks alright to me. I haven’t had a need to break out my poison response kit yet" She said, giving the Arkanian a light-hearted wink as she made her way over to a table. Rick and Dak automatically followed her lead. "Besides, bland, tasteless or not, you should eat something, you know skipping breakfast is bad for you." "In my understanding of human physiology, I would have to agree with the good doctor." Dak put in as he stacked Kailin's files and papers next to her. "And congratulations. You managed to fool my audio receptors yet again." "You're overdue for an upgrade anyway..." Rick interjected. "Excuse me?" Dak almost sounded offended, which caused Rick to laugh all the more. "Mind if I join..." a low voice was heard saying suddenly. Two Tehk'la blades slid on the table right next to Captain Taller, who almost jumped yet again, then smacked his forehead with a meaty hand and shook his head. Winterkill actually cracked a small smile at that. His dark eyes spared a silent glance towards Havah Jeth, to whom he gave a slight acknowledging nod. "Doctor..." the nagai said simply as he also acknowledged Kailin. "What in...!?? That's twice now. Is my stealth team trying to kill me? you two want to give me a heart-attack? Just because the doctor is next to me and can propably administer CPR doesn't mean..." "Pardon me, sir..." Dak said cutting in. "what is it Dak?" Rick inquired as he turned to regard the droid. "Your heart rate registers as normal, sir. Plus, you are in excellent physical condition. The chances of inducing heart failure..." "Fer cryin' outloud Dak!! That's not even the point!" Rick cried out. Winterkill's smile broadened, despite himself. He never could tell if the Captain and his droid were jesting or if they were serious whenever they pulled these acts. It didn't really matter. He found it oddly pleasant, and simply sat himself down and continued to play silent spectator. "Besides...." Rick continued with his rant. "You just proved to me that you DO need an upgrade. Your audio receptors didn't even pick him up either? what am I paying you for?" "Uhm...sir. I'm not salaried. I'm your property, so you do not pay me." Rick stopped short and thought about that for a moment. "Oh. yeah. Uhm.You're right..... " The very unusual sound of Winterkill chuckling followed. Rick looked pleased with himself as he looked over and gave Kailin a wink. "Alright, alright, let's see if we can order some of that fancy mornin' breakfast around here. Where is everyone anyway. Roll call is in about an hour." "Try the hangar." Winterkill said with a shrug. "I'll get us some trays." he announced as he got up. The nagai glanced over at the newsfeed for a moment before silently going over to fetch some trays for his fellow mercs. "Seriously Jeth, I'm going to have to put some bells on you guys whenever you're not on a mission..." Rick went on to say to the arkanian. Tag: Jedi_padawan_leigh, Mitth_Fisto, anyone else -----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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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 6/25 12:14am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Havah Jeth Republic of Watava, Military Base, Mess Hall From the Captain's response he just gave a crooked grin for moment before attempting to count out on his free hand the number of times. In truth he didn't know and didn't care, being quiet had been so ingrained by always being told he was too loud in training via whisper or hand signals it had gotten to where stopping became like someone telling you not to breath. An impossibility but still fun to see the varied reactions. His head cocked back a slight bit at the wink from the medical officer, giving a stray thought rise that maybe a psychological eval wouldn't be to terrible after all to get from Kailin. Though he still wasn't about to volunteer to go of course. To the comment of skipping breakfast being bad, something Dak just had to comment on as well he simply raised his hands, one with cognac and the other open in a sign of giving-up, "I give. I'll eat the slop." He would just have to submit to the whatever torture the local services devised to insinuate as being food. Though when the next guest stepped up, interupting a nice discussion between Captain and Dak, he had to grin at the results. Leaning back a little he watched the show unfold anew from the recent jump Winterkill had interjected into the little group. He returned the acknowledging nod back at Winterkill, he hadn't budged or flinched and doubted Winterkill ever would either from the other's sudden and silent appearances. After all it just ment that they were still at the top of their games, which the little show that followed merely was merely an acolade to his ears to hear. "Seriously Jeth, I'm going to have to put some bells on you guys whenever you're not on a mission..." Rick went on to say to the arkanian. After Winterkill had gone to get the group some of the local...fair. "I can move just as silently carrying a bandolier full of grenades with loose bouncing pins. I doubt bells would make a difference sir." he added back with a straight face to Rick. Looking over he glanced at the news reel that was scrolling by, "So does it look like we might be able to get off of our kiester's any time soon? Or should I start investing time into arts and crafts?" TAG: GreyJedi, Jedi_padawan_leigh, `Rick Taller'(GM), Anyone else -----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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Fanficfan Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 6/25 5:37am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Dernan Vask Watava Military Base, Mess Hall Dernan had just finished reassembling his blaster pistol when a group of the Mercs arrived. Damn but they don’t make half a racket, he thought to himself as he holstered the pistol and carefully placed the blaster rifle back into the bag with the cleaning equipment. He made his way over to the table they had chosen, dumping his bowl into a cleaning bin on the way, just in time to hear Captain Taller suggest bells for the 'spooks'. "I can move just as silently carrying a bandolier full of grenades with loose bouncing pins. I doubt bells would make a difference sir." Havah Jeth replied. “I dunno Jeth,” he said as he slid into a spare seat, “a bunch o’ bells might make you prettier to the women folk around here. But then, we’d need a lot o’ bells for that wouldn’t we?” Tag: All in the mess hall -----signature----- If a Dark Lord of the Sith ever asks you to pull his finger... Do it! It's hilarious
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greyjedi125 Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 6/27 6:58am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Winterkill Republic of Watava, Military Base, Mess Hall Even from where he was gathering the various trays of morning slop and placing them on the repulsor tray-carrier he'd taken, Winterkill could clearly hear the conversation from the loudest table in the mess hall. That would be the one where Captain Taller and a few crew members of the Mercs were sitting at. The latest to join the small gathering was Dernan Vask, a corellian. Winterkill recognized his voice even before he'd looked over his shoulder to confirm his identity. "I can move just as silently carrying a bandolier full of grenades with loose bouncing pins. I doubt bells would make a difference sir." Havah Jeth said in response to Captain Taller's quip. Winterkill smiled to himself then, as he silently agreed with Jeth. The arkanian was positively noiseless. “I dunno Jeth,” came Dernan's imput as he slid into a spare seat, “a bunch o’ bells might make you prettier to the women folk around here. But then, we’d need a lot o’ bells for that wouldn’t we?” Winterkill had to chuckle at that and he knew the others were laughing out loud. This was a sign that the Mercs were mentally getting ready for a mission, because whether intentionally or not, they all seemed to get 'punchy' right before a mission. The comedy among them really got inspired at these times. However, once mission time began, it was all serious business and all joking was set aside. The nagai gathered the required amount of soft drinks and silently returned to the table, then immediately began to distribute trays. He spared a glance to Havah Jeth and couldn't think of anything witty to add to Dernan's comment. He simply wasn't 'funny' in any sort of way. He was a killer and a survivor. A morbid joke may escape his lips now and again, but those were situational. Now was not such a time. "Dernan..." Winterkill said in a low voice, giving the man a nod in greeting and handing him his tray of steaming morning slop. Truth be told, Winterkill fully anticipated a slew of commentary regarding their nutritional, yet unpalatable morning slop, which he began to consume almost absently. His dark eyes flickered back to the news-feed as he divided his attention between the front door, his comrades and the news updates pouring through the news-feed. Things weren't looking so good for Watava and Lim, and that premonitory feeling was slowly creeping over him once again. Tag:Mitth, Fanfic, Leigh, ( all in mes hall ), BRAVO, anyone else. OOC: Yes! Bravo's back. He'll probably have an update here soon. Woot! -----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: 6/27 9:59am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	OOG: Hey everyone, I'm back from the missionary trip. Okay, we have some people that have posted CS's but haven't posted a opening post yet. For those players, don't freak out, as things are about to get busy. Just add in you're opening post as you see fit and jump in. We have one more CS about to be posted with another possible Jcer wanting to join. For you folks, as with the players above, don't freak out, just jump into the game when you want to as things start to get busy. To clarify on character sheets (since someone asked me), yes, we are taking character sheets throughout the game so far. Don't feel rushed to finish any current tags you have going on. Here are some links to character details below. All links are from Wookieepedia. Investigator CompForce Assault trooper ISB Central Office Imperial Navy Trooper Select Committee Imperial Navy (Please reference to 'Regional, oversector and strategic command'. Imperial I-class Star Destroyer (We will be using the STAR WARS The New Essential Guide To Vehicles & Vessels regarding the Imperial I-class Star Destroyer.) Strike-class medium cruiser Lancer-class frigate EF76 Nebulon-B escort frigate Victory I-class Star Destroyer Observation (Observ) Imperial Army Trooper Storm Commandos Storyline Post Two Darkest Night, Imperial-class I Star Destroyer, en route in hyperspace to Planet of Watava, 1 B.B.Y. The echo of military boots bounced down the mostly empty corridor in the late hours. Unlike their current target of Watava, which was in the early morning hours right now, the Imperial I-Class Star Destroyer Darkest Night cruised along in hyperspace on Coruscant Standard Time being the late evening hours, close to mid-night. Coming to a bend in the corridor, the white uniformed Imperial Security Bureau officer took a sharp, precise turn to starboard---the only direction he could go. Even in this relatively private atmosphere with no crew members or security devices in sight, Imperial Security Bureau Investigator Hilick Soal kept his well-trained and indoctrinated Commission for the Preservation of the New Order, or COMPNOR, training ingrained in every step and body motion he took---everything about him spoke Imperial. And he was proud of it. He had worked his way up to the level of Investigator through years of hard work and loyalty. His wife, child, and him were perfect citizens of the New Order, always eager to rally support for their government and do charity events that benefited the Galactic Empire. With his promotion to Investigator three years ago, he and his wife moved to Coruscant from Kuat. A year later, they had their first child. For the athletic looking, 6'l foot tall, twenty-seven year old human male with black hair cut just rigid to his forehead and cut to just even with his ears in the back of his head and no sideburns, blue eyes that drove home the perfect healthy life-style of an Imperial citizen yet commanded respect from fellow officers and crew members in the military, clean shaven face, and strong chin bone and face, everything was going perfect for him in the New Order. And it was his duty, to the New Order, its citizens, and his wife and child to keep them safe and in perfect living condition. The dark side of that was sometimes he had to...eliminate threats to the purity and excellence of the New Order. He would never tell his wife Sandra that---no, he always told her the stories of another day at ISB Central Office, how lunch went with his friends at the office, and the 'light' raids they did in his assigned section of operations in Imperial City, the Core Worlds, Colonies, and Inner Rim. Acourse, he never said the term 'light' when speaking with her about his day. No, she didn't need to know that most of his raids were hard contacts with blaster armor and where loyalty amongst the Imperial citizens were at a danger low and 'correction' had to be implemented in the form of capturing targets, torturing targets, and killing anyone who stood in their way or who they were ordered to kill. Yes, the 'another day at the office' and 'lunch with friends' would have to do. Lying to his wife when she asked him how the day went at the office and he said he went out to lunch when, really, he had done two hard contact raids in the same day, was implied for the protection of the New Order---she never knew how many full out assaults he actually did compared to his light raids. Although the weekly light raid was good and kept Sandra entertained with his job, Hilick honestly found them a waste of time, although now and then they would produce fruitful results and sometimes lead them to bigger and better targets. Since he was an Investigator, some of his assignments took him away from home for days or weeks, giving him really only a day or two, maybe three days if he was lucky, at the ISB Central Office doing paperwork, so he would make it home by five o'clock in the afternoon to see his wife and child. Although the weeks were long often with him gone days at a time, the times when he was gone for a month or months on end really gave him pride at his job that he was helping to purify the Empire and its citizens, although on the flip side, he found himself longing for his wife and child during those long assignments and always wondering how his brother was doing, hoping he would make it just a little while longer. And some of those assignments were Imperial soldiers and officers. He always loved it when he could go on a 'public relations' assignment to 'encourage' the military ranks who served the New Order. Just him showing up at an Imperial Army Base or Imperial Naval vessel or amongst the Imperial Stormtroopers often times would be enough to stop any impure thoughts or actions towards the New Order. Although there were those times when show of face wasn't enough and...disciplinary action had to be taken. He really hated questioning, detaining, or even sometimes torturing and or killing his fellow Imperial military service men and women...but when dangerous traitorous ideas or actions show up amongst the military ranks of the Galactic Empire, swift and direction action was needed. He was therefore very glad he wasn't on any public relations trip for the New Order today aboard the Darkest Night. And that's what bothered him the most, he concluded, as the security blast doors opened, the two Imperial Navy Troopers standing aside after he passed the security scanners. As he cleared the double blast doors, the blast doors closed behind him and he was now officially in a heavily secured area, heading his way towards the command tower's turbolifts. Security scanners dotted the corridors and soon, as he approached the heart of all corridors from various parts of the Star Destroyer connecting up with the turblifts, he saw Imperial Navy Trooper patrols and guard stations. But before he reached the heavily guarded corridor artery of the command tower, he reflected on why he was so bothered. For the first time since he and his wife Sandra were married, he had been away for one standard year today. Hilick had stayed in contact with his wife on a regular basis throughout the year that he had been gone, but the HoloNet wasn't a replacement to holding his wife and his child in his own two arms. And giving his wife the same stone-cold Imperial answer of him being on a 'special assignment' that he couldn't discuss with her was starting to affect the marriage and they had more and more fights over the HoloNet of when he was going to come home from his assignment. Other assignments in the past that had lasted weeks or months, he was able to smooth over with saying he was on a staff trip, special meeting, special assignment, or even training, but a year's worth of special assignment talk and nothing else about his work in the weekly HoloNet discussion with his wife was making their marriage difficult. In the year he had been gone, despite his assignment taking him to the core worlds more then once, he was never given permission to leave his mission and see his wife, child, and brother. And that's what wore him out the most on this whole mission above everything else. As he reached the corridor artery with a crowd of Imperial Navy Troopers standing guard and patrolling, some checking identifications and clearance on other crew members across from him to his right who had taken other corridors to get to the command tower, Hilick observed the four Imperial Stormtroopers that stood in perfect sentry position by the turbolifts, their helmets scanning the crowd of Imperial Navy Troopers and other crew members in front of them. After he was cleared by two Navy Troopers, the Investigator made his way past one of the white armored Stormtroopers and into the turbolift. With security scanners in the turbolift, the twenty-seven year-old loyal Imperial took the ride in quiet, reflecting on what had been given him a year ago. Assigned to a top secret project, personally recommended to Emperor Palpatine himself by the Select Committee, Investigator Hilick Soal had been given command of a top secret Imperial Navy Task Force---directly from the Emperor himself---composed of three Imperial I-Class Star Destroyers, six Strike-class medium cruisers, two Lancer-class frigates, five EF76 Nebulon-B escort frigates, and two Victory I-Class Star Destroyers. All Imperial Army Troopers had been replaced with Imperial Stormtroopers and all Imperial Navy Troopers were hand-picked by COMPNOR personally for their loyalty and devotion, although the ship crews and pilots themselves remained the same on the eighteen-vessel task force. Aside from the increased Imperial Stormtroopers, Hilick Soal was given his own CompForce brigade, which replaced two thousand, five hundred and fifty-eight of the Imperial Stormtroopers with CompForce Assault troopers, along with seven hundred and eighty-two support personnel that further depleted the Stormtrooper ranks amidst the Imperial task force. The CompForce brigade's strength was spread throughout the eighteen vessels to ensure loyalty of all Imperial crews and their force was made known, even some ISB agents being mixed into the Stormtrooper ranks, as was common already in Imperial Stormtrooper ranks. Four-hundred and seventy-one of the ships' crews were replaced with Observation (Observ) personnel, once again spread throughout the eighteen vessels. His recanting of the statistics of his task force came to an end when the turbolift came to a stop and the doors opened onto the bridge level. Exiting, he passed in between two Imperial Stormtroopers flanking either side of the turbolift that went to the bridge level, then made his way down the corridor amongst two other white armored Stormtroopers who stood on either side of the corridor at different points, facing the opposite wall. Hilick realized that despite the last year's ups and downs, the Imperial Stormtroopers hadn't lost their touch in discipline; truly his favorite branch of the Imperial military, Hilick always marveled at the white armored, faceless Stormtroopers who enforced the Emperor's will and carried out missions that regular Imperial Army units couldn't handle. They're loyalty was unquestioned, although there was always that risk of betrayal, even by you're most loyal and steadfast soldiers. As he reached the double bridge blast doors ahead, flanked by two Imperial Navy Troopers, he entered with-out much resistance this time finally---which relieved him, since after a year of questions and inspections at guard stations, he was getting tired of all the rigid security protocols aboard all the vessels that the Imperial Navy High Command had specially put into effect for this task force. But as he entered, going past two more Imperial Navy Troopers on the other side of the blast doors, his relief was short lived as a grim look spread across his face, the weight of missing his wife, child, and brother all of sudden smacking him in the face with full force. They were still here and despite Hilick Soal being as staedfast as you could be for the New Order, the Imperial Royal Guardsmen still unnerved him and reinforced why he felt so worn out. The Royal Guard's flowing red robes collected at the bottom of his feet as he stood there motionless behind his, Hilick's, command chair facing the bridge's transparisteel viewport, his silver force pike no doubt in hand. His armor was polished, as usual, and the bridge lights reflected off of the top of his helmet. The other Royal Guard was across from him, standing just as silently with his force pike in hand on the port edge of the bridge's main transparisteel viewport that spread across the front of the bridge, giving the Imperial Royal Guardsmen an unobstructed view of the whole bridge. If Imperial Stormtrooper and CompForce presence wasn't enough to enforce the Emperor's will, then the Imperial Royal Guardsmen, twelve in all on the Darkest Night and doing rotating shifts of four Royal Guardsmen every eight hours throughout the Imperial Star Destroyer, was the symbol of the Emperor's unquestioning authority in all matters related to the Galactic Empire. With a soft sigh under his breath, Hilick Soal took a seat in his command chair, the Imperial Royal Guardsmen standing quietly off to his right and behind him. Soon, this would be over, this year of searching for bed time stories, old wives tales, myths, and legends finally produced some results---and the Emperor would be well pleased. In less then two hours, there would be a Storm Commando team on Watava retrieving a piece of Red Rock and Hilick would be one step closer to home. And then, after a few more short months of searching for and finding the rest of the Red Rocks pieces, Hilick Soal could go home to his wife and child after serving the Emperor and his New Order without question, without hesitation, for over a year. And, his brother would be healed and would survive with the healing properties from the Red Rock. This mission wasn't just for Emperor Palpatine and the New Order alone, Investigator Hilick Soal had a personal investment in finding the missing pieces of Red Rock as well... -----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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Jedi_padawan_leigh Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 6/28 5:05pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Kailin Veyo Republic of Watava - Military Base, Mess Hall Kailin couldn't help but laugh at the teasing of captain Taller. Another merc, a nagai named Winterkill, appeared in the chair beside him. Another master of stealth, he succeeding in making the captain jump yet again. "Doctor..." He said simply in acknowledgement of her. Kailin smiled and nodded in thanks. Looking at her pile of papers she took a folder off the top of them and began sorting the contents out into some sort of coherant order. As she did so she heard Rick threaten to equip the stealth team with bells "I can move just as silently carrying a bandolier full of grenades with loose bouncing pins. I doubt bells would make a difference sir." “I dunno, a bunch o’ bells might make you prettier to the women folk around here. But then, we’d need a lot o’ bells for that wouldn’t we?” Kailin glanced up at the newcomer that slid into a vacant seat around the table and resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Dernan Vask. The man had only been with the mercs and stationed on the base for one week, but he was quickly gaining a reputation amoung many of the personell here. And not a one that was good. She had not really had any real contact with him since his arrival, apart from his compulsary medical earlier in the week. Still, he was here, and reputation or not they would undoubtedly end up working together on missions. "Good morning Dernan" She said simply as Winterkill handed out the bowls of food and drinks he collected for his fellow mercs. TAG: Mitth, Fanficfan, Bravo, Any -----signature----- FF-UK: NORTH! My locker is like a TARDIS. Unfortunately my biology textbook got lost in time and space The FF-UK Fantasy Football League - 09/10 - Manager(ess) of The jpl Lucky Stars aka relegation fodder
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 6/28 6:39pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 6/28 6:40pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Bravo
	OOG: Hey everyone, get ready for some action! An important note everyone. Do not take off until you're told to do so---the reason being is of a few things I have planned as GM. So wait until you're told to take off, no exceptions. Thanks. IC: Terrel Vacks (Locked NPC, GM controlled) Johnny Boy, high orbit above Watava He really hated this...really. "Stupid Dog," Terrel Vacks muttered under his breath as he walked onto the bridge of the Marauder-Class Corvette with a cup of hot coffee in his hands, "You should have stayed alive, so I didn't have to do this stupid bridge duty." Even if anyone had heard him, it wouldn't have mattered all that much since Terrel was Lance 'Dog' Vacks' younger brother and everyone could appreciate a little brother-to-brother smack talking. If they did have a problem with it, Terrel always knew there was a lot of refresher cleaning that could always be done. Taking a sip of his hot coffee, the 6'1 tall athletic human male savored the liquid that woke him up everyday. "Report," Terrel spoke in a even voice, while wearing just a standard brown tunic, pants, and black belt and shoes with a hand-held comlink on his belt. "Everything checks out," Chris Streets reported with a smile and added with a smirk, "As usual on my shift." Coffee or no coffee, Vacks really wanted to knock Chris out for his comment. They were both running twelve hour shifts on the bridge everyday, one rotating after the other, to cover the whole vessel with a loyal and experienced commander in case things went bad ground side; combined with the fact that he and Chris had known each other for way too long it seemed like to Terrel some days, he really didn't want to hear any of the Chiss' smart comments about the rivalry the two had between each other on their shifts and how smooth they went. Terrel would stand by his opinion that his shift was always the better of the two. With a smile of frustration, Terrel answered, "You're lucky I need you right now or I'd stuff you into an air lock." "Come on, don't be too jealous, it's hard being as good as me," Streets replied with a grin as he padded Terrel on the shoulder as he walked past in his black jumpsuit and black military boots, with a hand-held comlink on his belt. "Oh by the Force Streets, get an ego check! The Chiss aren't that good!" The last Vacks heard was Streets' laugh as the blast doors shut behind him. He shook his head at the Chiss' way too big of an ego as he took a drink of his coffee, watching as his shift replaced the Chiss' shift, each crew member giving an update and overview of their shift to the oncoming new shift crew member. Once everything was done and the old shift had left, chatting down the corridor as they left, the blast doors once again closing, Terrel thought he could relax. "Commander, we have a problem!" Yelped the male Sullustan Communications Officer, Petty Officer Pa'luva Tok. There were some days Terrel really hated his job in general as a mercenary and he could mark today down as one of those days...he hadn't even finished his coffee yet! "What do we have, Pa'luva?" "Sir, our communications are being jammed." "Sensors are being jammed as well," Reported the Sensors Officer, Chief Petty Officer Wa Yay, a Gossam female. "Sound general quarters!" Alarms started blaring, as did red warning lights flashing as an announcement came over the loud speaker system ship-wide from the computer system in a robotic male voice, "General Quarters! This is not a drill. Repeat, General Quarters!" "Find me a way to communicate with our team ground side! Shields up, weaponry and helm on standby!" "Weapons are on stand-by!" Reported the Gunnery Officer, Leading Crewman Zack Solosea, a human male. "Shields up and ready!" Announced Sensor and ComScan Officer Junior Crewman Lance Pots, another human male and the 'young bread' of the bridge crew, being just seventeen years old and although not one of the newest crew members on the ship since his dad was one of the mechanics in the hanger bay and he had been here with his dad for five years, this was his first posting on the ship away from his father and he was the newest member on the bridge crew. "Like Helm is totally on stand-by dude!" Reported Petty Officer Andrew 'Guitar' Monk, Chief Helms Officer and late-twenties human male with brown hair down to his shoulders. "Tha' good!" Followed Monk's best friend, Able Crewman Jityar 'Drums' Ba'tar, the Helms Co-pilot and male Gungan. The blast doors opened and Streets ran in, "I leave the bridge and look at what happens!" "Stuff it Streets," Terrel said as he looked at the Chiss, "Get to the Hanger Bay and get the Gunship ready." "I'm on it!" Streets announced and ran out of the bridge. "This is going to be interesting..." Terrel said to himself out-loud as he sat down in the captain's chair and watched the planet below. *********************************** IC: Jason Lasso Landing/Take-off Strip, Headquarters Base, Republic of Watava The two Mercs were walking across the air field of Headquarters Base, getting past the gated security just behind them and across the open green grass to the landing strip that they now crossed, talking with each other. The airstrip was dotted with single, paired, and larger groups of starfighters, air speeders, and larger transports---both shuttles and large cargo transports---on the sunny day. A series of eight hangers lay in front of the two Mercs, Jason Lasso and Nick Skysand, with a control tower separating the series of hangers on their left to the facility buildings for the airstrip on their right. Beyond the airstrip ahead was the large fortress walled base known as Headquarters Base, the huge base overshadowing the airstrip, except for the control tower, and squarely protected Headquarters' air defense abilities. An armored above ground tunnel connected the air-strip and the fortress directly, with a section of fortress walls extended onto Headquarters Base that covered the air base half way around on both sides until the take off and landing strip, the rest being secured by a high security fence line and defense turrets. "Like I was saying," Jason went on with hands moving in step with his talking, "Serv-O-Droid is totally going to win the Mid Rim Nuna-ball pennant! Industrial Automaton and their ASP droids don't stand a chance!" "Says who!?" Argued Nick Skysand back as the holo recorder kept on recording, "The ASP team destroyed the Rickshaw droids last time they played!" "Look, its the playoffs and besides the fact that Serv-O-Droid does better in the playoffs usually, I just don't like the ASP team." "You're just worried, because Industrial Automaton has slaughtered all their opponents in the playoffs this year!" The sound of an ion engine could be heard in the distance and Jason looked up to the blue sky and puffy white clouds. Booming overhead of them at low attitude came four missiles streaking ahead, white trails behind them. Two of them slammed into hangers, while another two slammed into parked starfighters, one of those starfighters being right next to where Jason and Nick were walking. The fiery explosion's shock wave rocked Lasso backwards onto the airstrip, fiery debris falling all around and on him and Nick. Having his face covered from the falling debris, Jason looked up to the sky after he landed hard with a groan and the debris seeming to stop raining down. Two older looking fighter aircraft blasted overhead as air-raid sirens screamed on the airfield; the two fighters were brown in color with a Z-95 Headhunter-like fuselage with a pointed noise, delta-style wings, two ion engines in the rear of the craft topped each with a tail fin. Concussion missiles were attached to the fighter's wings on the underside. As the pair of fighters banked sharply to starboard, Jason caught the imagine on the top wing of one of the fighter aircraft. The red circle with white background inside of it with ten red stripes from one edge of the circle to the other could only be one country's flag: the Country of Lim. As the two fighters rocketed away from Jason's vision through the heat-soaked air in front of him with fiery debris on the ground, the older Merc looked to Nick. Getting up, Jason grabbed Nick on the way up, the boy okay, and started running towards the Merc Hanger...at least the 'Lims' didn't blow up their hanger...yet. And the yet word made Jason run all the more faster towards the hanger, Nick keeping up with him, his holo recorder still recording, as air field personnel scrambled all over the air field, stand-by pilots rushing to their fighters as fire crews went to rescue those caught in the hangers and put out fires on the air field. Military police and soldiers alike ran with weapons in various carrying positions on their body towards their combat zones in case of attack, with hover and tracked and wheeled vehicles racing back and forth. It wasn't long though, as Jason and Nick reached the Merc hanger, when more Lim air speeders came with-in firing range of the air base and more missiles and blaster fire came raining down on the base, the airfield's defense weaponry and the weaponry of the fortress base now spraying missiles, laser, and blaster fire back towards the attacking enemy fighters. Standing just outside the hanger doors, Jason watched the sky above as a whole squadron of enemy fighters, with two more squadrons on either side flanking it in the far distance and approaching quickly, rained down death on the air field, explosions erupting all around the air field as laser and blaster fire rocketed skyward towards the enemy fighters in response, concussion missiles from air defense weaponry seeming to just be wildly fired out towards the sky. "I guess we know how the talks went then this morning..." Jason told himself out-loud as a soldier brushed past him on his way out of the hanger and across the airfield to his defensive spot... Tag Everyone! -----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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Fanficfan Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 6/29 6:00am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Dernan Vask Watava Military Base, Mess Hall Dernan grinned as Winterkill’s soft chuckle reached his ears and a bowl of... stuff... was silently placed in front of him. ”Dernan,” the Nagai greeted him quietly. “Cheers Winterkill,” he replied before shovelling a spoonful of the stuff into his mouth. He saw the Merc’s doctor glance at him from the other end of table and quickly swallowed what he was chewing. ”Mornin’ Doc,” he muttered before dropping his gaze back to his food. He liked Kailin well enough, as much as you could like a doctor anyway, and he’d had to admire dedication to a good workout on the 2 occasions he’d been in the gym same time as her, but that eye of hers unnerved Dernan. He shoved another spoonful of the gruel into his mouth to cover his discomfort before looking up again. He was just trying to think of something else to say when he caught the distinctive whine of an ion engine, followed by a rather loud [i]BOOM! “Sounds like imminent violence captain,” Dernan said as he leapt to his feet, knocking the his chair over in the process. “Better not have hit my ship,” he muttered as he started running for the hanger. Tag: all in Mess Hall -----signature----- If a Dark Lord of the Sith ever asks you to pull his finger... Do it! It's hilarious
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darthramza Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 6/29 12:57pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Janice Toller Hangar "Well then F6, that ought to do it," Janice said, climbing out of the Arc-J's cockpit and back onto solid ground. "Now make sure none of those mechanics perform any maintenance next time. This tune up should take thirty seconds, not five min..." Her remark was interrupted by the distinct BOOM of an exceptionally close explosion and the roar of engines overhead. "What in the hell...?" she thought aloud, darting over to the doorway that led to the runway. She looked outside, and sure enough, the airfield was being pummeled in a bombing campaign. "I guess we know how the talks went then this morning..." she heard someone remark. One of her P.O.s, Jason Lasso, as it was. "I suppose that would be an accurate assessment, yes," she replied, "but this is probably not the best place to be discussing it." TAG: Bravo -----signature----- "Six bullets. More than enough to kill anything that moves." - Revolver Ocelot GDG, GMG, CDG, D.E.N.T.A.L. VP Ever Lovin' DM of the Saga of the Nameless Lands Extremely Unofficial Caretaker of Jocasta Nu's
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