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bterrik Registered: Jan '01	Date Posted: 7/4 11:15pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Hal Crawford Johnny Boy, High Orbit of Watava "You better get going," Terrel added, "Our pilots need all the help they can get." Hal gave a curt nod and quickly headed out of the bridge and to the turbolift shaft that had taken him here. On the ride down, Hal pulled a data card reader from his pocked and brought up the communications program that he had been given. Hal wasn't a programmer, but he had learned a few things from some of his friends back home and this looked like a solid piece of work, given the limited time they had to write it. It seemed devoid of anything Hal would object to, so he shut off the reader and removed the datacard. Moments later, the doors swung open on the hangar level and Hal took off across the deck at a jog. As he neared the Four Ex, Hal noticed that a ladder had been attached to the fighter and he quickly climbed up it. Handing the datacard to Crank, he said, "Load this into your communications software, Crank. It should help us cut through the jamming and keep in contact with this ship. And prepare for departure - we're going down." Hal jumped into the cockpit, brought his engines online from warm standby and checked his readouts. Both engines were well within the green, although only at 98% efficiency, and his linked laser cannons showed a full charge. He opened a panel on the right side of the cockpit and slaved the ion cannon to his astromech's control and slowly eased in the repulsorlifts. As he flew towards the hangar exit, he noticed that his proton torpedo racks were full as well - that could come in handy. "Johnny Boy control, Merc Seven, departure clearance," Hal said as he approached the forcefield. "Merc Seven, cleared departure. Happy hunting," came the response, and Hal kicked in his main thrusters, slowly at first until he had cleared the Johnny Boy's shields and then he pushed the throttles to full output. Crank had plotted a course to rally point Kappa into his main computer, and he turned to navigate on that course. "Oh, Crank, why don't you set up a communications and sensor telemetry uplink through that communications software we just got. That way the Johnny Boy will know everything we do." The astromech whirred an affirmative an began setting that up. After a few moments, Watava began to grow very large, almost obscuring his entire field of vision and he began to hear a little whistling noise and feel some turbulence as he began a high speed, powered descent into Watava's atmosphere. The sound of wind and buffeting grew stronger and stronger as he approached the upper levels of the atmosphere until one particularly violent buffet rocked his controls and a momentary shield warning appeared on his display before disappearing. Outside the Y-Wing, a large sonic boom emanated outwards from his point of entry, unheard by the occupants of the craft that caused the noise as they accelerated well past the speed of sound. As he raced down towards rally point Kappa, Hal's sensors and comm frequencies began to receive some data. He began to pick up a few transmissions on the Merc's frequency and the tactical situation above the rally point started to become clear. Hal soon noticed that his new flight leader, Havah Jeth, had a fighter on his tail. Pushing the dive even harder, Hal acquired the fighter that was pursuing Havah but could only wait and watch as the distance to weapons range rapidly scrolled by on his monitor. "Almost there, almost there..." Hal said as he watched his lead skillfully but narrowly evade the fire from the Lim craft on his tail. Not a moment to soon, his targeting reticle went green as he came in range and Hal tightened down on the trigger, watching crimson lasers blast from his forward cannons and a soft thunking noise came from behind as Crash also fired the ion cannon at the pursuing craft. In the Lim fighter, the enemy pilot was doing a skillful job of staying on Havah's tail, but it was taking a great deal of his concentration to do so. While he was able to monitor alot of the fighter activity around him, he wasn't as alert for new arrivals as he should have been. It wasn't until his computer screamed a target lock warning at him that he even noticed Hal's Y-Wing descending from orbit at almost three times the speed of sound, heralded by a deadly swarm of laser and ion bolts. A few flashed by in front of him, but the rest connected with the upper panel of his fighter and the pilot saw a flash of light, followed by nothing. Hal watched the fighter on Havah's tail disintegrate beneath his withering assault. Altitude gave me that one. The rest won't be nearly as simply. Keying his mic, he said, "This is Merc Seven, your tail is clear Five." Making sure he was on the Mother's frequency as well, he also called up, "Mother, this is Merc Seven off of Johnny Boy. I'm a new arrival, and I've got an uplink from my astromech to the Johnny Boy that is cutting through the communications interference. I'm sending them my telemetry now, but if you need to communicate to them, you can do it through my astromech." Hal switched back to his flight frequency. "Lead, this is Seven. I've got your wing, lets dust us some bombers." TAG: Bravo, Mitth, Any -----signature----- From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king. Error Message 63A-90: The error message failed to display
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Fanficfan Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 7/6 6:15am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Dernan Vask Air above Watava Military Base "Vask, let’s keep it tight. Cover my starboard like glue. We'll tag-team these Lims, one fighter at a time. It's payback time..." “Copy that Two, sticking to your shiny yellow posterior,” Vask replied as he pulled his red and black Cloakshape fighter into formation with his fellow Corellian’s starfighter. He switched his turbolasers over to single fire to increase his refire rate as he keyed the comm again, “almost doesn’t seem fair does it? The two of us verse just ten ‘Meats’... Do you think we should let them call for reinforcements before we do too much dama...” He broke of as a Lim fighter sprayed fire towards him, dropping his shield strength to 70 percent. “Oh hell no,” he muttered as he feed more power into the forward deflector and triggered a return burst of fire from his laser cannons that made the enemy shy away but did no noticeable damage, “changed my mind Two, You’ve got the lead. Let’s bring the hurt.” Tag: Bravo -----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: 7/6 10:00pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: "Spectre" Winterkill Watava, Military Base, Engaging enemy Air Force Winterkill was in the moment, as he was with everything he did. The battle over Watavan air space promised to be quite a dangerous one, seeing how they were outnumbered, but nagai never lived to see another day. The Grim Reaper was his constant companion. Due to his years surviving in formerly Tof occupied Nagi, Winterkill was conditioned to live as if everyday was his last. Today would be no different. And if death was his fate, he planned to take as many Lim warmongers with him as he possibly could. Starting with those inside the Lim Bombers. Winterkill stayed in formation as he listened to "Maniac" delineate their attack plan through 3 flight's channel. ["Alright, flank me in Spectre. Loose and fast as usual, wide swing, then it's your turn. I tried for missile lock and got nothing, are your torps any better? And try to not be too clever, I kinda like having SOME command authority. Maniac out."] Winterkill gave a soft chuckle before he answered. "I think I can manage to do both, Lead. Copy that. Spectre out." And in a blink of an eye, the first run was engaged. Spectre matched Maniac's attack vector perfectly, but not his speed. The Old Gundark was actually somewhat faster than even the StarViper, but that didn't really matter to Winterkill. The point was not who was faster, but how well they worked together. Individual speeds were for specs, stats, technical manuals and race afficionados. This...was WAR. The two ships streaked with great speed at three Lim Black Bear bombers. Apparently they had yet to be detected, which gave them the element of surprise. By his trajectory, it looked like Maniac was going for the lead ship. Winterkill nodded slowly to himself. Hard ball was the only language worth speaking on the battlefield, whether on the air or ground. ["Countdown to high break in 5, 4, 3, 2, break high Merc 10!"] The Wraith shadowed the Old Gundark as the lead ship shot upward. Winterkill timed his Twin Heavy Laser cannons to sweep their fiery lances point nine seconds after Maniac's laser barrage, compounding what additional damage he could to Maniac's focused attack. Why let the black bear's armor plating feel unattended? "Nyx, Reinforce forward shields as we close, then aft shields during retreat." ["Affirmative."] Winterkill was about to press the attack when he heard Nyx speak once again. ["Warning. Starboard attack in progress. Evasive action suggested."] "No kidding! rotate shields now!" Winterkill exclaimed and let out an expletive in nagai and set the StarViper on a hard portside roll. The Wraith spiraled away evasively as a second bomber targeted the ship. There were a few glancing shots, but the Wraith had maneuverability that the Black Bear did not. What the black Bear had, was a plethora of weapons. Winterkill could not afford to have all the Black Bear's forward batteries lock on him. "Flip maneuver! execute now." Without hesitating, Winterkill cut the main engines for a second and flipped the Wraith Via maneuvering thrusters. The StarViper responded with uncanny accuracy. Spectre was now facing the Black Bear that was shooting him, no doubt the gunners were getting their locks on him. Red javelins of laser fire began to travel his way. The first two missed the ship, but the third hit the forward shield. "Smoke this!!" Winterkill hissed in contempt as he launched a torpedo at the slow moving Black bear. "Try evading that!" Even as he spoke those words, Spectre re-engaged the engines and shot after Maniac. Nyx rotated the shields to protect his retreat as they ascended. Winterkill counted 2.3 seconds, before the signature flash of a torp detonation engulfed his screen. He didn't bother to look back as he hoped that his little jaunt crippled the black bear or at least hurt it enough to take it out of the playing field, if not, he'd have to comeback and finish the job. ["Merc 9 to Merc 10, my run is complete, whats your status, you have tactical lead for the next run so you call it."] Maniac's voice came through the com. "Spectre clear. Target two is hit. Damage report pending. Beginning run on third target." Specter looped his ship and boosted his thrusters to catch up to Maniac, then took the lead position. "Attack run, Zenith. Let's see how they deal with a dorsal attack on their vertical axis. Ready torpedo. Watch my six, Maniac." Spectre looped the StarViper high and found his mark above the third Bomber. "Nyx, reinforce forward shields, just in case their gunners manage to fire at this angle. Merc 9, cover me and engage on my mark. 3, 2, 1, MARK!!" Like a four winged angel of destruction, Spectre set the Wraith in a spiraling descent as he rained laser fire at the center of the Black Bear. The objective here was to focus on a pivotal structural point, weaken it and then smite it asunder with a torpedo, which is exactly what Spectre did as his shield began to take return fire. "Guess they can fire at odd angles, but not very well it seems. Maniac, break your attack as soon as I fire the torpedo." Still, the StarViper descended, closing the distance to the target. Shields begining to weaken. ["Warning: within 1000 meters, 800 meters, 600 meters, 400 meters..."] "LAUNCH TORPEDO! HARD BREAK! BEAK!!" Spectre sent his ship into a starboard roll as tried to level off. The StarViper was protesting and threatened not to cooperate. ["Engine stall imminent. Emergency re-ignition recommended".] "What!!?" The inital sputter was sufficient answer of the possible cascade, but Winterkill quickly shut-off power to the engines. The ship slowed, hovered, listed, then began to free-fall. "Focus on the mission objective, Maniac." Winterkill shouted into the com. He hated this, and although he would become a possible sitting duck, he did not wish the same for his Flight Leader. "I just need three seconds, that's all." Even as he finished speaking, Nyx gave the green light and Winterkill hit the ignition. The engines began to emit their familiar roar, but were just short of flight power that very second. Even as this happened, Winterkill could see the tell-tale streaks in the distance of enemy fighters coming his way. Tag: Rally, Bravo ( Bah! ambitious sleepy post. fail! ) -----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: 7/7 6:06pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Havah Jeth Air above Watava Military Base "Thanks Seven for the save." he racked his brain as best he could but whether it was the cognac or lack of food for life of him he couldn't remember there having been a Merc Seven yesterday. "Form up where going to be heading for those bomber fortress'. First up is to finish off the smoking one's and use a boot maneuver, Seven and Six will power ahead using your cannons or blind fired torps into the bombers via their underbellies. I'll play bait and try to clear some weapon's placements mere moments by flying on the side of the vessel before you. Ready to dance?" He awaited his wing man's answer's as the large black 'Bears' trailing smoke grew larger in the viewport. This was going to be tricky. It was a grim way to approach any combat situation but he knew it had to be done, or at least it was the best way to clear his now two wingman's approach of enemy fire. TAG: beterrik, Bravo, Two Flight -----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: 7/7 10:06pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Rick Taller/AWACS Mother (Locked NPC and shuttle crew, GM and Assistant GM controlled) Lambda-Class Shuttle Mother, Republic of Watava "Mother, this is Merc Two. Squadron Leader is...down." That cut through Rick Taller like ice water. Susan Sands just turned around in her chair and looked at Taller. No words were needed. Rick nodded to himself as if to accept the loss of Janice Toller. By now everyone was looking at him in the cargo bay, as was the pilot in the cockpit. He looked over to Susan and just gave her a swirl of his index finger as he went back to starring at the static-filled sensor screen. Susan turned back to her station and as she opened the comm, her voice cracked under the weight of what she had to say, but she quickly gained her head back, although her voice was filled with sadness. "Copy that Quagmire. Lasso, take charge of One Flight. All pilots, listen up. Squadron Leader is down. Flight Lieutenant Havah Jeth is now Acting Squadron Leader." "Mother, this is Merc Seven off of Johnny Boy. I'm a new arrival, and I've got an uplink from my astromech to the Johnny Boy that is cutting through the communications interference. I'm sending them my telemetry now, but if you need to communicate to them, you can do it through my astromech." Everyone's eyes lit up at the new arrival for two reasons: A), he was a new arrival and B), he had an up link with Johnny Boy. "Roger that Merc Seven! Welcome aboard and thank you!" Susan said in an excited and cherry voice. She looked back to Taller and nodded, "We have the up link. You're clear for the Johnny Boy, sir." "Thank you," Taller said and switched a button on his ear piece comm unit and said, "Johnny Boy, this is Mother. Do you copy?" "Loud and clear, Mother!" Came back Terrel Vacks voice, "How's the situation down there?" "Janice Toller is down. We don't know yet if she's KIA or wounded. Looks like we have a new arrival?" Terrel's voice was down upon hearing of Janice's death. "Sorry about Janice, Captain. The new arrival is Pilot Officer Hal Crawford. He has a modified Y-Wing and knows Drea Renthal." "If Drea pointed him our way, then he must have some skills and loyalty. Have you been able to track down the sensor jamming?" "Negative Captain. It's just one giant static sheet. We're seeing if we can try the same trick we did with the communications on sensors, but with-out the right code they're using for their jamming, it's almost impossible, sir." "That's what I thought," Rick replied as he stood over the console, hands pressed against the desk, "Is there any trouble space-bound?" "We have another fighter that's orbiting the planet, but we're playing nice with him right now. Watava Fleet ships are leaving him alone too for right now." "Got it. Keep an eye out for any trouble. I don't like this, Terrel. How did the County of Lim get so much advanced technology? I know they're good with technology, but this jamming equipment is way too advanced for a species that is still using planetary-based fighters and not starfighters." "I know what you mean, Captain. It smells bad. Really bad. I'll keep long range sensors on and alert the Watava Fleet: they're already increasing system patrols with the war planet side. It could give us a early warning in case some visitors show up." "Well lets hope no visitors show up non announced. Mother out," Rick looked to Susan, "Get that comm data to Watava Central Command. They could use it." Tag everyone ********************************** IC: Jason Lasso Headquarters Base, Republic of Watava “Copy that Two, sticking to your shiny yellow posterior,” Vask replied as he pulled his red and black Cloakshape fighter into formation with his fellow Corellian’s starfighter. Jason Lasso chuckled at Dernan Vask's comment as they started mixing themselves with the Lim Fighters. “almost doesn’t seem fair does it? The two of us verse just ten ‘Meats’... Do you think we should let them call for reinforcements before we do too much dama...” He broke of as a Lim fighter sprayed fire towards him, dropping his shield strength to 70 percent. “Oh hell no,” he muttered as he feed more power into the forward deflector and triggered a return burst of fire from his laser cannons that made the enemy shy away but did no noticeable damage, “changed my mind Two, You’ve got the lead. Let’s bring the hurt.” The two starfighters banked to port, leveled out, and then barreled rolled down into the mix of Lim Fighters, both Merc pilots having guns blazing. Two passing Lim Fighters fell prey to the onslaught as both Lasso and Vask found the next allied pilot that was being picked on. It was four Meats against one allied fighter that had managed to hold his ground this far. As they neared the fur ball of engagement, Lasso keyed up One Flight. "Three, lets take the first pair to starboard. Bank it in down and easy to port and get them. Watch for the other pair, they might split their attack." Jason had learned quite a bit of starfighter combat in the recent months and was pleased with himself that he was able to use such intelligence command words to explain what they're actions would be against the enemy fighters. As planned, the pair banked in down behind the Lim Fighters. The leader, unaware of Jason's arrival, fell quick victim to Jason's green laser bolts as the wing man---in shock and out of reaction---banked to starboard sharply and into the waiting laser cannons of Dernan Vask... Tag FanFic -----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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Rally_Fan_84 Registered: Jan '09	Date Posted: 7/9 1:21pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Maniac, Merc 9 Location: Locked in combat over Watava If there were trully gods of war and combat, then they were having a bit of fun at Flight 3s expense. The first attack had gone off with one small hitch that had turned into a direct hit on a bomber courtesy of a torpedo snapshot by Spectre, and a beauty at that. Then after re-forming, Spectre had taken the reigns perfectly as tactical lead, orchistrating a high-angle attack with a late break. To maximize the effectiveness of such an attack Max had settled in right behind Spectre, keeping a watch out for the gunners on the third bombers or any marauding fighters. The latter had proved to be the catalyst to the current situation. A glint out of the corner of his eye had given away a pair of interceptors to Max. The aircraft, commonly called Birds, were executing a wide turn at nearly full throttle towards Flight 3, and although they were too far to use their guns they wouldn't be for very long at the speed at which they were moving. Max realized that he had to break away early to deal with them. Granted it was his privlege as flight leader to alter plans as he saw fit, but he hoped Spectre wouldn't hold it against him since his plan of attack was very good. Max had in fact radioed his intention to his wingman... "Got two Birds turning in fast at our 5 Spectre, moving to stiff-arm. Keep after those bombers, Maniac out." ...but it was unlikely he heard it, given the cross-static and chatter already permeating the comms despite dedicated frequencies. Max jammed his throttle to max and yanked on the yoke again, executing a high yo-yo turn that was designed to bring the Old Gundark in above behind and slightly to the side of the interceptors. One of them must have spotted the maneuver in some stage of its execution because they suddenly leveled off and applied full afterburner in a bid to get away. However it was too late for the trailing interceptor for Maniac already had a lead and pulled the trigger for his blaster cannon, quickly overwhelming the shields and hammering the thin hull of the interceptor, resulting on a fantastic explosion. However this had conspired to give the lead Bird a head-start, and while the Old Gundark was fast and could get up and go, it was still outclassed in that category by the Birds. By that point it was out of range, and Max was cursing his luck. He did have missiles that could easily reach out and hit the Bird at that range, but the interference was still too great to achieve anything resembling a usable-lock on, and aiming them manually was a pain in the exhaust port to say the least. However Maniac was keen and agile of mind, and he knew that the on-board computer could jury-rig targeting solutions when given parameters, so with a few inputs and a few more curses he eventually set the missles to track along a gunsight displayed on his helmet-mounted screen. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than blind shooting or nothing. He was about to squeeze off a missile shot when Spectre's voice cut in over the comm. "Focus on the mission objective, Maniac. I just need three seconds, that's all." Max swore and looked over to the sole remaining bomber. Its compatriots were missing as they should have been, but Spectre was not where he should have been. Instead the Starviper was dropping like a stone away from the Bomber, the obvious product of a stalled engine. Pushing down his own instinct to break away and rush to his wingmans aid, he felt a bit of relief when he spied the engines sputtering back to life. The relief was short-lived as he moved his eyes back to his quarry. A flurry of glancing impacts on the front shield signaled a sudden change of tone in this engagement. Bearing down on Max were three Lim Advanced Fighters, known as Meats to the pilots. Their wings were free of ordinance and it was obvious that their intention was to engage the Old Gundark, and considering the straight trajectory at that moment it would have been an easy target. Compounding the problem was the fact that the Bird had broken away from the retreat and was beginning a wide turn, obviously ready to perform a slashing attack in case the Meats missed their mark. However Max had not stayed alive this long by being an easy target and threw the Old Gundark into a hard break away from the Meats, who in turn performed their own break back into Maniac. Max again countered by reversing his break and turning hard in the opposite direction. By some miracle one of the "Meatheads" had strayed in front of Max during their efforts to reverse their own break and payed for it with a missle shot that atomized the small fighter. However it came at a cost as his wingmates had opened up with their own guns, landing more glancing blows and one hard direct hit that took Maxs' dorsal shields to 50% output. About to turn hard again Max suddenly pulled the nose back up and went vertical, barely missing bolts and a physical impact with the marauding Bird, then slammed his brakes and kicked the Old Gundark with a gut-wrenching reversal to keep the Meats from latching onto his tail. This locked the three ships into a vertical scissors, twisting diving and climbing in an effort to gain an advantage. Somehow in all of this fracas Max noticed that another pair of bombers were passing in a perpendicular course that was awfully close to their position. Max was now flying by both killer and survival instincts. His sole purpose at that moment was to gain an advantage and destroy both of the Meats and the Bird which would invariably pass again, but not to die for it. Somehow his higher brain had enough sense to get back on the comm and relay all the information that he could. "Merc 10 stay on the bombers, Merc 9 is DROK!..." A flurry of blaster bolts cut him off for a second, designed to make a lesser pilot panic and screw up. Max held and kept looking for his own shot "Maniac is tangled up with bandits. Get that last bomber and go after the two ahead of him Spectre, that's an order." He went through another series of turns before getting back on the comm, this time to Mother "Merc 9 to Mother, requesting re-enforcements. Merc 10 is engaging bombers solo and Merc 9 is solo in a furball. Getting awfully thick over here even for us. Flight 3 over." Truthfully it probably wouldn't have been as thick if Max had undertaken a bit more planning, but starfighter pilots never did make the best strategists. Tag: Winterkill (Grey), Mother (Bravo), other pilots -----signature----- Raising the bar for idiocy and sarcasm daily! Member of the Game Designers Guild. Most Likely to annoy the Mods 2009!
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greyjedi125 Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 7/10 7:37pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 7/10 7:55pm (1 edits total) Edited By: greyjedi125
	IC: "Spectre" Winterkill Watava, Military Base, Engaging enemy Air Force YEEEEE-HAAAAAAAA!!! Winterkill could not contain his surge of gladness as the StarViper engines roared back to life and to full thrusting power. Spectre immediately angled the Wraith and set it on a vertical climb to regain the airspace he had lost during free-fall. As he was about to comm Maniac for an update, a bit of news came thru on the channel, this from Mother. Thankfully, Nyx had cleaned up the background static as much as possible so incoming communique's could be fairly intelligible. [All pilots, listen up. Squadron Leader is down. Flight Lieutenant Havah Jeth is now Acting Squadron Leader."] Winterkill released a particulary strong expletive in nagai. Those Lim bastards had just killed a Merc! Janice Toller was dead. A quiet storm began to roar and thunder inside winterkill. Death, death and more needless deaths. When was it all going to end? No, he did not know Janice Toller well, but he respected her highly, she was a great leader and an integral part of the Mercs. Now everything was going to change. Again. A hot breath of contained fury escaped Winterkills lips. Anger and Fury now. Mourning and sadness later. Janice Toller had to be avenged! A deadly focus came over him as he was about to try Maniac again, and almost as if by some uncanny trick, Maniac's voice came through the comm. ["Merc 10 stay on the bombers, Merc 9 is DROK!..."] "Wait!..WHAT?? Nyx, what's Lead 3's status?" [Lead 3 is currently engage in a dogfight against three enemy fighters.] "Not without ME, he's not...." [Qu'elwynt'r, you have your orders...] "And I AM complying with those orders. I'm just giving him a hand on my way to the bombers.] [They stand to gain anywhere from 30 seconds to....] "I know the risk, Nyx. I'll get those bombers, We're NOT losing another Merc today. At least not Maniac. Not if I can help it. Maximum speed. Engage!" The Wraith shot forth like a black bat out of hell and Winterkill grew deadly silent and focused. Within seconds, he spotted Maniac and his fierce dogfight against the Lim fighters. Even focused as he was, the nagai had to give a nod of admiration at Maniac's prodigious piloting skills. It was a marvel to see and oh so inspiring. Spectre observed as two meats went after Maniac. Spectre grinned as he streaked towards the bird who had been too focused on maniac. By the time it noticed Spectre's Wraith barreling down on it, it was much too late. Spectre fired incessantly at the 'Bird's' shields, who tried to retaliate, but the StarViper was at the top of its game as Spectre evaded the incoming shots easily as he continued to punish the Bird's shields. The enemy knew it didn't matter which way it tried to break, it was no use, and less than a second later, a brilliant flash heralded the end of the bird. "For Janice..." Spectre got on the comm as his ship shot past Maniac's area of engagement and rocketed in pursuit of the lone bomber. It was imperative that the bomber did not join a battle group. [Bird has been vaped, Lead. Two meats are yours to roast. Closing on Black Bear.] "See, there it is."Spectre commented as the bomber came into visual range. "That took all of what? 17.35 seconds?" [17.3752 to be exact.] "Same difference. Anyway, it's time to zig-zag. Nyx, enhance the IR feed." Spectre breathed smoothly and rhythmically as he brought the Wraith in direct line with the black bears aft. He aimed to use the bombers trademark smoke trail as partial cover, at least visually. He knew he'd have to make the most out of his speedy approach since he only had one shot at this. Though Spectre came at them at full speed, the turrets on the Bomber began to fire at him as soon as he entered their firing range. "So much for that smoke cover." "Nyx, pin-point heat signature patterns as the Turrets begin to fire. I need any and every advantage, and one second is plenty of time. Reinforce forward shields." Spectre set the Wraith in a series of evasive rolls, banks, breaks and spirals that seemed almost impossible for a ship to perform. He would dip and duck out of one turrets sights and enter another's, then slip outside that Turret's firing zone. The closer he got the more challenging it was to evade shots that at first missed, then began to glance him and were now depleting his shields. [Warning; within 1000 meters. Forward shield strength at 33% and dropping] Spectre did not acknowledge Nyx's report. The bomber was nearing the other two and it had to be stopped now. If it got any closer, then the he would be entering the firing range of not one, but three bombers-and that was just plain SUICIDE! "Arm Two Torpedoes." [Torpedoes armed. Within 800 meters, shields at 24%. Immediate retreat recommended.] "Ready to launch torpedoes. Aim at the ship's center and rear exhaust. Prepare for reverse slingshot and shield rotation." [At 600 meters. DANGER: Shields at 11%. Retreat. Retreat.] "Fire one!!" [At 500 meters: DANGER!! Shields at 1% capacity.] Fire TWO!! Flip and MAX BOOSTERS!! REAR SHIELDS AT FULL! [Shield capacitor network malfunction. Currently at 50% output. Exterior hull damage registered.] DAMMIT! DIVE! DIVE!! Two brilliant flashes whited-out Spectre's screens momentarily and a low thundering shock-wave rocked Spectre's ship. He'd guessed how the bomber would break up and didn't want any crazy gunner trying to pick him off as they died. That was the reason for him diving. He knew he'd be crazy enough to try that stunt if he were the enemy. The Wraith was still traveling at Max speed as Spectre put everything he had on leveling off and pulling up. "C'mon! c'mon! c'mon!" By some miracle, Spectre managed to pull up in time and streak back into the sky. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see where the trail of smoke created by the black bear ended abruptly and was joined to a large greyish cloud of super heated particles. There was no doubt in Winterkill's mind that the two other bombers had front row seats to the dazzling spectacle of light. That's what you get for messing with the Mercs. "Nyx. Report." [Minimal hull damage. Maximum shield output at 68%.] "Hmm. Guess that'll have to do. Let's rendezvous with Maniac." Without wasting even a second, Spectre engaged the comm and hailed Lead 3. [Lead 3, this is spectre. I'm at 70% combat operation. Lone bear has been terminated. Let's regroup so we can finish this.] The black StarViper soared and streaked like an entity of black vengeance. It sought its kindred spirit, but it also hunted for prey, for those who had taken Janice Toller away and deserved nothing more than Fire and ashes. Tag: Rally (Maniac), Bravo, others -----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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Fanficfan Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 7/11 1:07am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Dernan Vask – Moonshine Air above Watava Military Base Dernan couldn’t quite keep the grin off his face as the two Lim fighters exploded into a pair of spectacular fireballs under his and Jason’s hail of fire. Three, let’s take the first pair to starboard. Bank it in down and easy to port and get them. Watch for the other pair, they might split their attack." Dernan double clicked his comm to acknowledge as he let his fighter drift down and under Jasons N-1, coming into position off his port wing just as his wingman opened up on their first target. Whose partner proceeded to leap in line with Dernan’s cannons. Unfortunately, the Lim pilot recovered just fast enough to avoid the worst of Dernan’s barrage. One of the “Meats” engines burst into flame and the other started belching black smoke as the fighter turned and limped away from the engagement. “Damn it all to hell,” he muttered as one of the remaining fighters scored a handful of glancing hits. “Quagmire, I got one out of the fight but his friends are coming to play. We’ve got two Meats coming in 4 o’clock high.” He growled again as his shields took another hit. “And I’m going after them.” From his position off Jason’s port wing, Dernan’s Cloakshape fighter turned and dived below the N-1, pulling a tight curve around the other starfighters belly that pointed Dernan straight at the oncoming fighters. He drew extra power from his engines to shore up his damaged shields before opening up with his own weapons. Throbbing red pulses of energy from his laser cannons burned twin rows either side of the enemy’s cockpit while the bright green lances of turbolaser fire sheared cleanly through the Meats wings. “Now ain’t that just a sight?” he muttered to himself as the enemy’s cockpit canopy shatter and the pilot was flung away from his disintegrating fighter. “Quagmire, what’s your status?” he called as he tried to spot the downed fighter’s wingman. Tag: Bravo -----signature----- If a Dark Lord of the Sith ever asks you to pull his finger... Do it! It's hilarious
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 7/11 1:44am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	OOG: Hey guys, Jedi_padawan_leigh is having internet problems. Go ahead and post as normal as we wait to see if her internet gets fixed. -----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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oreotragus Registered: Jul '09	Date Posted: 7/11 7:09pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	GM approved! Name: Mira T’saaren Gender: Female Age: 25 Species: Human Homeworld: Corellia Affiliation: The Mercs Personality ---Traits: Tomboy, reckless, doesn’t take things too seriously ---Likes: Producing results, taking on new projects/missions, traveling ---Dislikes: “Girly” things, getting too emotional ---Habits: Runs to keep in shape, enjoys getting in as much flying time as possible Appearance ---Skin Color: Medium Caucasian ---Hair Color: Black (dyed) ---Eye Color: Gray ---Clothing: Black tank top, tan pants, black boots that come to mid-calf, small cartridge belt slung around hips with a single blaster holster ---Other Attributes: Her long hair is usually kept back in a single loose braid, but when not on duty is loose ---Other Details: Various scars Weapons ---DH-17 blaster pistol Starship ---Name: Kestrel ---Class: R-41 Starchaser (with modifications) ---Hyperdrive Class: 2 ---Weapon(s): 2 laser cannons; 2 ion cannons; 2 warhead launchers (4 concussion missiles each) ---Shields: Rated 30 SBD ---Sublight Speed: ---Crew: 1 pilot ---Passenger(s): 0 ---Max Cargo (kg): 110 kg ---Interior Description: - ---Other Details: Modified to bear additional hull plating, engine and sensor modifications as well The Force ---Sensitivity: None Biography ---Personal History: Born and raised on Corellia to a military family, Mira T'saaren grew up watching her father pilot patrol ships for the Corellian Navy. When her two older brothers, Crom and Jarik, went to the Imperial Academy and became TIE pilots, she believed she wanted to follow in their footsteps. One year later, one was dead and the other crippled due to a fatal mistake in their mission objectives, one that their superior never owed up to and the Empire dismissed as their own incompetence. A strong desire to travel the galaxy, along with a personal vendetta against the Empire, led Mira to leave Corellia to find a way to fight against them. She learned of The Mercs not long afterwards. ---Military History: None ---Traumatic Experiences: Learning of her brothers' tragic accident. -----signature----- There isn't a mome rath born who can outgrabe me! Watch out for the Hovering Bat-Dog and the Long-haired Wolfcat
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 7/11 9:30pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	OOG: Hey everyone, I hope you're all having fun! I know I am! Everyone, oreotragus has been added to our ranks. She'll be Merc 4. On another note, I'm going to be gone for about two weeks starting Tuesday. Like last time I was gone, greyjedi125 has full control of the game. What he says, goes. He will be advancing the game as needed. I don't know if I will have internet access or not while I'm gone, but I will be taking my laptop with me. I should be able to find a few spots with internet access. If you have any questions, feel free to PM either Grey or me. Thanks. IC: Rick Taller/AWACS Mother (Locked NPC and shuttle crew, GM and Assistant GM controlled) Lambda-Class Shuttle Mother, Republic of Watava "Merc 9 to Mother, requesting re-enforcements. Merc 10 is engaging bombers solo and Merc 9 is solo in a furball. Getting awfully thick over here even for us. Flight 3 over." Rick Taller listened to the comm traffic from Merc 9 and winced. No matter how good a pilot was, there was always that chance that someone could get a shot off at you and turn you into fiery debris if you didn't eject in time. A few heart-beating moments later, Winterkill's report came over the comm channel and Rick Taller wasn't the only one in the Lambda-Class Shuttle who exhaled held breath with a sign of relief. [Lead 3, this is spectre. I'm at 70% combat operation. Lone bear has been terminated. Let's regroup so we can finish this.] "What's the status of sensors?" Taller asked, really starting to hate having no sensors to see what was going on out there. Chief Petty Officer Po Bar shook his head, "Nothing, Captain," The male Mon Calamari answered sorrowfully. Tag Anyone ********************************* IC: Jason Lasso Headquarters Base, Republic of Watava “Quagmire, what’s your status?” he called as he tried to spot the downed fighter’s wingman. Jason Lasso pulled up on the yoke and proceeded to fly just above the fiery explosion of debris that pitted his starfighter's shields as he roared overhead. "He was an easy one," Jason replied, taking a look around and seeing only Dernan Vask and the other allied fighters, "Lets regroup Three." As Vask did just that, Lasso looked down to the air base below, plumes of smoke rising up into the sky as the two starfighters came down from their higher engagement, "Looks like we held them off for now," Jason commented. He looked off into the distance at the growing battle around the bombers, "Vask, it looks like the Lims are focusing they're protection around those bombers. If even one of those things get to the air-base, it has enough of a payload to inflect heavy damage on the airfield. So we need to stop it before it gets to that point. We'll hook up with Two Flight and see what the game plan is." As the two Mercs rocketed away from the air-base and towards the growing fight around the remaining Lim bombers, Lasso keyed up his comm, "Two Flight, this is One Flight. Airfield is secured. What's you're orders, Jeth?" They still had some time before they would reach the bombers and Jason took the time to read through the status of his starfighter that his R2 astromech Dude was giving him on his main screen. Tag FanFic. Mitth, and bterrik *************************** IC: Imperial Security Bureau Investigator Hilick Soal Darkest Night, Imperial-class I Star Destroyer, en route in hyperspace to Planet of Watava, one hour away Security was tight on this part of the Star Destroyer. Twelve Imperial Stormtroopers had guarded the double-layered blast doors outside of this room with security sensors and the works. If someone got past those Stormtroopeers, they would have to go up against the two Imperial Royal Guardsmen that stood quiet watch over the Rock Rock, one Guardsmen stood just port to the door entrance while the other one stood on the opposite side and next to the energy field that held the Rock Rock with-in the room and not flying through bulk-heads of the ship to the outside of space. Standing before it was Investigator Hilick Soal. A large circular table sat in the middle of the converted cargo bay with consoles lined both port and starboard sides of the rectangular room with four white robed technicians walking around the room and to the various consoles while they analyzed data. The Red Rock itself was the size of a starfighter in mass and hung suspended in the air on its own power, while a energy shield surrounded it keeping it in place. It looked like a glowing red ball of energy with a solid rock core as a red energy shield hummed around it. It looked alive, Hilick Soal observed, as if it just wasn't a piece of a legendary and mythical planet of long ago, but an actual living and breathing creature. He felt like he could almost sense the 'creature's' longing to be reconnected with its missing pieces. All the science in the Galactic Empire pointed to this Red Rock being a mineral rock that simply had an extreme attraction to other fragments of Red Rock---much like a parent to its child, Hilick thought. But the Investigator knew it was something more. How could trillions of fragments of rock be hurled by an explosion so massive and intense that the planet's fragments were thrown into random hyperspace routes all by itself without any known technological assistance over an estimated thirty-nine thousand years ago and somehow, over the expanse of the galaxy, reunite itself one piece of rock at a time if there wasn't any intelligence beyond what science could explain? He just didn't understand it and he knew even the Galactic Empire's best scientists didn't understand it either. For a year now, the Darkest Night and her crew and task force had been traveling the galaxy, picking up pieces of this Red Rock. The Empire didn't have the first idea where to look for the mythical planet that Hilick was pretty sure was a lot larger then just a starfighter. So the task was simple: use thousands of Imperial servicemen and women, military warships, and the highest of secrecy to search the galaxy for fragments of this Red Rock that could be as massive as a moon or as small as a blaster pistol. The only advantage Investigator Hilick Soal had was the fact that as they collected more and more pieces of the Red Rock---that the pieces basicly lead the Star Destroyer where to go by surges and decreases in energy out-put the scientists aboard the vessel found out---the easier it was becoming as the more Red Rock that was collected drew more pieces to itself. If this kept up, Hilick Soal would have to put in a request for a larger ship to house the Red Rock. Turning around, the Investigator made it through the security measures to exit the cargo bay, past the guarding Imperial Stormtroopers, and up into the turbolift down the corridor. As he went towards the Command Tower, he wondered how they're agent was doing on Watava to help equip a lagging behind Country of Lim. Although the Lim would become nothing more then slaves after this Imperial-induced war ended to cover up the Empire's true intentions on the planet, he couldn't help but admire the Lim species hatred and anger in battle. They would indeed become good slaves with their technological advanced thinking---and the Emperor was needing more slaves to work on Imperial projects as it was---but they would also become excellent fighters if only the Emperor would have allowed them to. But sadly, his orders were clear. After the Empire 'saved' the day by ending a brutal conflict---and the Empire and it's Emperor getting all the glory for saving millions of lives---the Lim were to become slaves and the Republic of Watava would once again become a loyal member of the Imperial Senate who up-held Imperial justice, instead of secretly aiding the Rebel Alliance. No Tag Yet -----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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oreotragus Registered: Jul '09	Date Posted: 7/11 10:44pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 7/11 10:59pm (3 edits total) Edited By: oreotragus
	IC: Mira T’saaren Inbound for Watava The mottled lines of hyperspace slowed and shrunk to pinpoints of starlight in Mira T’saaren’s cockpit viewport. Releasing her grip on the hyperdrive lever, her black-gloved hand keyed for a nav readout on the console to her right. Her system position checked out satisfactorily as the blue-and-green orb of Watava loomed into sight. Well, there it is... A faint glow surrounded the planet. She stretched her cramped muscles as best she could as she took in the sight and got her bearings. Soon the system analyses completed their scrolling readout. Mira kicked up the drive and maneuvered her old R-41 Starchaser, the Kestrel, a little down and to the left. There, she spotted the landmass she had memorized from holomaps. ‘Republic of Watava’, huh... doesn’t look like much to be fighting for. As her small, somewhat battered starfighter bore closer, the planet began to swallow her viewport. She just began to make out tiny pricks of light flashing over sections of the continent before recognition set in. She had come to this unfamiliar planet to work as a mercenary – and it seems her new job had gotten started without her. Mira fractionally slowed her descent as a green light on her console registered that the Kestrel’s sensors had picked up a ship in high orbit close to her approach vector. She tapped the necessary keys and brought up the readout – it appeared to be a Marauder-class Corvette. However, sensor jamming – which confirmed her suspicions about the action on the surface - was apparent in the readout, but not bad enough that she couldn’t make out the data. Her contact back on Corellia had told her that The Mercs operated such a ship - called the Johnny Boy, she recalled. However, she reactively increased power to her forward shields. Adjusting her comm for transmission, she kept an eye on the action below. If the enemy brought the fight topside, she might just be out of luck. Her weapons, two laser cannons and two ion cannons, were not done charging and her shields were still warming up from her recent drop out of hyperspace. Her brow furrowed in irritation at the jamming of the communication systems as well. With the comm unusable, she could either approach the Corvette, or attempt to go planetside... possibly getting smoked in the process by said ship. But, she really didn’t have much choice... Seconds later she was cruising towards the continent. The familiar hum of her engines fed her adrenaline as she bore closer. Her recent study of the holomaps of Watava allowed her to visually locate first the region, then the area of the base that she would be calling home soon – if she didn’t get shot out of the sky first. She was sure they knew of her designated arrival, so she would take her chances... Tag: Bravo -----signature----- There isn't a mome rath born who can outgrabe me! Watch out for the Hovering Bat-Dog and the Long-haired Wolfcat
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bterrik Registered: Jan '01	Date Posted: 7/12 9:20pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	OOC: Sorry Mitth! I missed your post before, getting a response up now! Hal Crawford Watava, Engaged in Combat Hal frowned as he heard over the comm that the flight leader had gone down - while he hadn't had a chance to meet her, it was never good to lose a flight leader and without a doubt his new compatriots would have to mourn a close friend when this was over if, indeed, she had perished with her craft; there had been no word on that yet. From the back of his fighter, he heard the ion cannon plugging away at distant starfighters as his astromech acquired targets and enabled autofire. He focused ahead of him as his flight leader pulled further away and up, strafing at the Bears and drawing their fire. Hal and his wingman were in loose formation, weaving around the few shots heading their way - apparently, the Bears didn't see them as much of a threat. That would change once they started their attack run, and change fast. In the distance, Hal could see several of the fighters guarding the Bears break off and engage Merc Five - it was time. "Merc Six, let me head in first. Four-Ex can take a hell of a beating, I'll cover you," Hal said on his comm as he pushed his throttles up to the firewalls and dropped in to approach the bombers from below. Almost immediately, the underside cannons on the Bear opened up. Hal reached up and triggered one of the modifications to his venerable bomber - his shield booster. While normally defended by a standard set of Y-Wing shields, Hal's craft had been modified with a temporary shield booster which nearly doubled his shield strength. As he lifted the protected switch and toggled the booster to active, Hal heard his engines begin to whine under the increased strain. Even in the dive, his speed slowly began to drop as more and more power was funneled from the engines to the shields. Above the booster's switch, a green light illuminated that showed the boosters were operating normally and a countdown started - he could only keep the booster on for short durations before the shield emitters burned out. But for bombing runs, that was fine. Streams of laserfire swooped down towards the Y-Wing and Hal made a slight evasive maneuver, causing some to miss and some to slam into his enhanced shields. The Y-Wing shuddered with the impact, but no alarms sounded in the cockpit so Hal pressed on. He configured his torpedo launchers to fire "dumb" - to fire in a straight line and detonate on impact - and linked them to fire two at a time. In his windscreen, the Lim Bears grew large - Hal swallowed hard as he knew this would be cutting it pretty close. "Seven, this is Six. Take the leading target, I'll take the following. Go go go!" Hal acknowledged the transmission and went straight for his target. As Hal brought the Bear into his targeting reticle a Lim "Meat" fighter appeared in Hal's peripheral vision heading straight for him with lasers blazing. Hal's hand twitched ever so slightly as he tightened his finger on the trigger. His shields exploded with energy as the fighter hit him straight on, and two blue torpedoes went streaking towards the Bear. Hal broke hard down and away to gain speed and distance from the Lim fighter as his torpedoes detonated. Hal thought he could feel the heat from the explosions they were so close, even though that was made impossible by shields. When the blasts cleared, he saw that his wingman had made a clean kill, but the twitch the Lim Meat had caused Hal to made at the last moment had caused one of his torpedoes to miss. A single proton torpedo was still not something to trifle with - the Bear was smoking and clearly had sustained significant damage. But to Hal's dismay, it was still flying. He tried to bring his nose up and back toward the Bear to finish it with his laser cannons, but as he did that, a stream of laserfire zipped by above him, forcing him down - the Meat had slipped in behind him as he tried to finish of the Bears. Behind him, the ion cannon thumped blasts back at fighter but scored no hits. Hal swore to himself as he climbed and rolled, trying to give Crank a better angle on the fighter. "Two Flight, Seven here. I've got one on my tail!" Hal said as he weaved, but he could see that his wingmates were busy on their own. And his Bear limped further on towards its target. As Crank continued to fire away at the trailing fighter, Hal had an idea. "Crank, fire the ion cannon at the Bear!" Crank whistled an affirmative and began firing blue bolts at the shrinking Bear. The first several missed, but then one made contact. It went to work on the Bear's electronics as normal, but that wasn't the deadliest thing that happened. Unlike many advanced starfighters, the Lim Bears also carried more traditional fuel in addition to power packs. While as aircraft they were equipped to dissipate static charges that build up, that system was not up to the challenge of an ion bolt. As the electric energy crackled over the hull of the Bear, it generated sparks in the fuel tanks. The resulting explosion was pretty impressive. Which left Hal with the fighter to deal with. His ion cannon had no luck, and the Meat was far more maneuverable than the Y-Wing. Hal's shield booster had expired, so he couldn't take much more punishment. His standard shield indicators were already beginning to flash yellow and orange. Damn Y-Wings have the atmospheric flight characteristics of a rock, but worse! Hal thought as another burst of laserfire narrowly missed his swerving craft. Damn, this thing is maneuverable. Never gonna get him outta there. Then another burst of inspiration hit him. Instead of fighting the Y-Wings flight characteristics, he could make them work for him. Hal immediately yanked his throttles to idle and hauled back on the stick, presenting a large target to relative wind and drastically increasing drag. Hal could see the Lim Meat begin to match his maneuver as well as turn away, but even with its wing mounted thrusters it couldn't match the stopping power of an aerodynamic brick. Stomping on his rudder, Hal brought his nose spiraling around to the Meat's heading at squeezed his trigger. Red laser flashed out in front of the target, and Hal kept his finger on the trigger. Momentum did its job, and the Meat flew right in to Hal's hail of laser blasts, vaporizing before him. A few alarms sounded in the cockpit as what was left of the Y-Wing's forward speed expired and the craft began to drop. What would be a problem for an atmospheric craft, however, was little difficulty for a starfighter. Hal brought his repulsors to full power, gained control over his descent, and pushed the ion engines to full power. He was back at flying speed momentarily, climbing back up towards his flight as they all began to regroup. On his monitor, he saw One Flight began to head in their direction. "Two Flight, this is One Flight. Airfield is secured. What's you're orders, Jeth?" came a voice over the comm, badly distorted by the jamming. Moving back into position, Hal waited to hear the instructions of his flight leader as well. In the mean time, his shields were pretty badly depleted. "Crank, transfer all power to recharging the shields. We're going to need them," Hal said as more black streaks from distant Bears loomed ahead. TAG: Bravo, Mitth, Others -----signature----- From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king. Error Message 63A-90: The error message failed to display
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 7/13 4:10pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 7/13 4:35pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Mitth_Fisto
	IC: Havah Jeth Headquarters Base, Republic of Watava "Two Flight, this is One Flight. Airfield is secured. What's you're orders, Jeth?" "Cover Three Flight and Two Flight's posteriors as we take down a few black bears One Flight." he responded to the comm a little absently as he started bringing his fighter back in from a wide loop toward an unscathed Lim Bomber. "Pick boost the engines trim the rear deflectors, we're going in shallow and hot." {Roger Roger} came the dutiful reply. One of the few that the droid ever vocalized. In a way the droid was a perfect Yang to his...well whatever it was that he was. It's silence meant he always had an ear to vent to now, and the prompt service with alcoholic beverages was a good trait as well in his book. But such thoughts and reminesces were fleeting, especially when the thought that he was now lead hit him like a brick. "Lets make them pay!" he called into the comm. As fire started shoot out tentatively from the enemy bomber he gripped the yoke tighter as he bounced and swerved slightly before performing a sluis slide as he cut the engines before blasting them on again. Now with a head to flight path he pulled down on his trigger, as a first bolt connected from the topmost weapons on the craft as his own knawed their way inside he snapped off a concussion missle and banked toward the tail fins, remashing the fire button he began dancing his craft to bring the targiting reticle to blast off the lowest fins gun placement before flying out and peeling to the left from the black smoke cloud. Checking his scopes, or rather the windows he just had time to see the new guy in Seven fire off an ion burst into the behemoth before dealing with his own tail. If the guy threw just made it that was at least one bear down before they headed to the next. TAG: Two Flight, Three Flight, One Flight -----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: 7/14 2:24am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 7/14 2:29am (1 edits total) Edited By: Bravo
	OOG: Hey everyone, we'll be moving forward from this mission. Usually, we wouldn't be doing this and would complete the mission and have a debrief. But given the fact that this mission was only meant to open the game up and considering my travel plans, I feel the need to set up the game for greyjedi125 in a direction to where you (the players) can move the game on freely with-out having to wait on me and allow Grey easy management. As stated before, I will have my laptop and will try to get internet access if I can. Now that this mission is complete, the game will go into the main storyline, so get ready! oreotragus, sorry for the quick forward ahead after you just joining. Also, Kimblee is joining our ranks, everyone. Kimblee, since you haven't posted yet, I won't add you're name in on the IC post below (since I don't know where you want to introduce you're character yet), but you will be on the roster. So feel free to jump in regardless! Greyjedi125 has full control of my IC character Jason Lasso as well. Oh, as a note, this will be a very long post. Sorry about that. Work Cited: The Aces' Club idea was gained in part by the cut scene in Ace Combat 4: Shattered Skies (PlayStation 2) that shows enemy pilots taking over a local bar as a hang out place and shows them keeping score of kills on a board. Storyline Post Three Darkest Night, Imperial-class I Star Destroyer (attached to Royal Red Squadron), orbiting Planet of Watava, same day of battle, 1 B.B.Y. Imperial Security Bureau Investigator Hilick Soal kept his face under strained control as he listened to Commander Top explain the news via the hologram projector on the bridge. "Investigator, the location is right, but no Red Rock found, sir. It looks like people have been here recently..." The helmet-covered Storm Commando had the holo camera turned from him down into the hole below where three Storm Commandos searched over the whole and one of the three searched a pilot's skeleton. The holo camera zoomed in on the fresh prints that the Storm Commandos had been careful not to step on, "...as you can see, Investigator," The camera turned back to the Storm Commando, "What are you're orders, sir?" Hilick made a motion with his fingers to someone off to his side, "A transport shuttle is being sent you're way with specialized equipment designed to trace even the faintest trail of Red Rock mineral left behind." "And our orders upon reaching the location, sir?" "Secure the area and await Stormtrooper reinforcements. Reeducation of loyalty to the Empire may be required." The Storm Commando nodded, "As ordered, Investigator," As the hologram turned off, Commander Top turned to his three men who all looked up to him through their helmet visors. Commander Top knew what 'reeducation' meant in Imperial terms. And it was his job as a Storm Commando officer to see those orders carried out. **************** Part Two of Storyline Post Three Johnny Boy, Marauder-Class Corvette, en route in hyperspace to Port Haven, three days later, 1 B.B.Y. Jason Lasso made his way through the blast doors as they opened to either side, walking down the corridor that went towards the bridge ahead. It had been three days since the actions on Watava. They had completed their mission objective over the airfield, taking out the bombers in an amazing squadron effort that, with the whole squadron behind the attack, took a matter of minutes. But before they could be praised as heroes, they were ordered to retreat back to the Johnny Boy. Although the intentions of this retreat were not clear at the time to the pilots, they became clear very quickly as a whole Imperial Assault Fleet dropped out of hyperspace, declaring this a battle for peace of the Empire. As hundreds of TIE Fighters, TIE Bombers, shuttles and transports, and landing barges filled the sky, bringing 'order' to the planet below, The Mercs made a quick and silent get-away in the chaos. And reports had come in hours later of a special Imperial Squadron, known as Royal Red Squadron, arriving in the system later lead by the Imperial-class I Star Destroyer Darkest Night. There was even a rumor started aboard the Johnny Boy that a Imperial Storm Commando unit had secretly landed on the planet during the battle, although such 'rumors' were quickly silenced by the Command Staff, which, acourse, gave the rumors all the much more creditability. Passing a human crew member on his way to the bridge, Jason went on down his thoughts as he walked towards the bridge to give the news to the bridge staff about the starfighters. Having a ship-wide silence on comlink use made Jason feel like a runner of news which, in effect, he was. Back to his thoughts: The last three days had seen multiple hyperspace jumps to lose any trackers on their tail, the space burial of Janice Toller, repairing and rearming of starfighters, the official promotion of Havah Jeth to Squadron Leader, the addition of Hal Crawford, whose ion cannon idea became the main weapon the Mercs starfighter pilots used if they had ion cannons and which tactic already had a nick name the group had come up with, Banger and Mira T'saaren, who had both entered the battle late, but nonetheless scored a few kills, and, acourse, everyone's paycheck. Havah Jeth had been thrust into the position of command and whose time in the command seat---however short---proved that he could quickly and efficiently take command of a chaos-filled situation and turn a squadron into a deadly fighting unit. Although only tested in one battle, the Command Staff had high hopes for the newly appointed Squadron Leader. Although some of the pilots and crew members disagreed with the promotion, calling it 'too soon,' considering Janice's promotion only to Acting Squadron Leader, the Command Staff felt that the Mercs starfighter pilots needed a boost in morale and they felt having a confirmed Squadron Leader would give the squadron that sense of completeness it hadn't had ever since Dog's death. Pilot Officer Kailin Veyo had survived and proved herself in her first battle, proving that she could not only be the Chief Medical Officer, but a good starfighter pilot as well. Flight Lieutenant Maxhen Kiv had been his usual ace self, securing not only a solid kill record for the day, but carrying the command of Three Flight perfectly. He showed once again why he could walk around with the biggest grin among The Mercs. Pilot Officer Jason Lasso, yours truly , came into his own during the battle, utilizing not only his training that Maxhen Kiv had helped him with, but also showing how natural his hands were with a starfighter. He proved that, with some more direction and training, he could give Maxhen a run for his money. Flying Officer Winterkill had been...deadly once again. Although relatively new to The Mercs, the Nagai proved good in battle that was nothing short of scary. So scary in fact, that Maxhen would need to keep his skills sharp in order to just keep up with the fast-paced learning Nagai. Pilot Officer Dernan Vask had proved his loyalty for now, as long as the paychecks kept coming in. He did prove that him and Jason Lasso made a good wing together and could easily regroup after their direct command structure was taken out. With that in mind, the Command Staff had an eye on First Flight to see what the two pilots could do in the future. As Lasso rounded out his thoughts, he stepped in between the two security Battle Droids and as the blast doors parted, stepped onto the bridge. The doors closed behind him. "Pilot Officer Jason Lasso reporting as requested, Captain!" Jason announced as he stood there at attention. Captain Rick Taller turned around from talking to Terrel Vacks, a large smirk on his face. The whole bridge staff had turned from their stations to look at Lasso after his announcement. "Young kid still I see," Taller observed, "Still sharp and to the point. When are you going to relax, Lasso? This isn't a military vessel. Heck, most of the time you're a loud mouth who doesn't know how to shut up!" Everyone, even Taller and Lasso himself, laughed. Jason relaxed and said, "Guess it wouldn't be right for me to be respectful one moment and disrespectful most of the other time. Guess I should choose one, huh?" Jason said, making light of the Captain's comment, "All the starfighters are repaired and ready for flight, Captain. Ler reports everything good to go. Here's the report, sir," Jason handed the Captain a data-pad, who handed it back to Terrel who started reading through it. "Very good, Jason." "Like guys, we're coming out of hyperspace. You might want to strap in, or you'll become a splat on the forward transparisteel!" Announced Chief Helms Officer Andrew 'Guitar' Monk. "Better hang onto something," Taller told Jason. As Lasso grabbed onto a nearby console, the Marauder-Class Corvette dropped out of hyperspace. The blue tunnel of hyperspace had been replaced with the smuggler port moon of Port Haven. "Andrew, take us down planet-side. Comms, comm silence is canceled. Alert the crew for planet landing and send out the new roster update as well. Then advise Port Haven of who we are and that we're landing." Communications Officer Pa'luva Tok nodded, "Yes, sir." The Mercs' Roster Command Staff Captain: Rick Taller (Locked, Game Master and Assistant Game Master Controlled) Commander: Terrel Vacks (Locked, Game Master and Assistant Game Master Controlled) Intelligence Officer: Open Command Support Staff (All NPC's) Captain's Personal Assistance: Dak (Locked, Game Master and Assistant Game Master Controlled) Command Staff Assistance: Open Bridge Staff Lieutenant Commander: Open Ensign: Open Bridge and Ground Operations Command: Flight Lieutenant Patty Sand (Locked) Temporary Bridge Command: Terrel Vacks (Locked) Temporary Ensign: Chris Streets (Locked, NPC---can be controlled by anyone, just can't be killed) Medical Staff: Chief Medical Officer: Kailin Veyo Charge Nurse: Open Lead Medic: Open Field Medic #1: Kailin Veyo Field Medic #2: Jason Lasso Hanger Staff: Hanger Chief: Open Lead Hanger Tech: Ler (LE Repair Droid) (Locked, NPC---can be controlled by anyone, just can't be killed) Hanger Tech: Open Starship Support Chief Engineer: Open Assistant Engineer: Open Engineer Trainee: Nick Skysand (Locked, Game Master and Assistant Game Master Controlled) MERC Fighter-Interceptor Squadron Squadron Leader: Havah Jeth One Flight---‘Fighter Flight’ Merc 1 (1 Flight Lead): Flying Officer Jason Lasso 1st Wing Lead Merc 2: Pilot Officer Dernan Vask Wing Two Merc 3: Pilot Officer Mira T’saaren Wing Three Merc 4: Open Two Flight---‘Fighter-Bomber Flight’ Merc 5 (2 Flight Lead): Flight Lieutenant Havah Jeth 2rd Wing Lead Merc 6: Pilot Officer Kailin Veyo Wing Two Merc 7: Pilot Officer Hal Crawford 3rd Wing Lead Merc 8: Pilot Officer Lorean Moraddy Wing Three Three Flight---‘Interceptor Flight’ Merc 9 (3 Flight Lead): Flight Lieutenant Maxhen Kiv 4th Wing Lead Merc 10: Flying Officer Winterkill Wing Two Merc 11: Pilot Officer Banger Wing Three Merc 12: Open AWACS---Airborne Warning and Control System (Locked, Game Master and Assistant Game Master Controlled)[/color] Mother (Lambda-Class Shuttle) Command and Johnny Boy Communications: Captain Rick Taller Pilot: Flight Lieutenant Patty Sand Co-Pilot: Flying Officer Tom---Trade Federation pilot droid System Operations: Chief Technician Tech---J9 Worker Drone Squadron Sensors: Chief Petty Officer Po Bar Squadron Communications: Petty Officer Susan Sand Enemy Communications and Tactics Monitoring: Dak---M-3PO Military Protocol Droid Ground Forces: Tac Assault ( LAAT/i Repulsorlift Gunship (Republic Gunship) Pilot: Tac One (Tac-Spec Footman droid) Co-Pilot: Tac Two (Tac-Spec Footman droid) Composite-Beam Turret (port) Tac Three (Tac-Spec Footman droid) Composite-Beam Turret (starboard) Tac Four (Tac-Spec Footman droid) Johnny Boy Ground Support Crew Bridge and Ground Operations Command: Flight Lieutenant Patty Sand (Locked) Air Support/Johnny Boy Starfighter Defense Air One (Lead): Maxhen Kiv Air Two: Dernan Vask Air Three: Hal Crawford Air Four: Mira T’saaren Attack Team: Commando #1: Captain Rick Taller (Command) (Locked) Commando #2: Jason Lasso (Field Medic) Commando #3: Banger Commando #4: Lorean Moraddy Strike Team: Commando #4: Commander Terrel Vacks (Locked) Commando #5: Winterkill Commando #6: Havah Jeth Tactical Observation Team (Sniping): Commando #7: Chris Street (Locked, NPC---can be controlled by anyone, just can't be killed) Medical Team: Commando #8: Kailin Veyo (Lead Field Medic) ***************** Lasso kicked the sand with his boots as he reached the bottom of the ramp at the head of a crate full of equipment and supplies. Dernan Vask was bringing up the rear of the crate with him, "Home sweet home, Vask! Welcome to our home port of Port Haven! Smugglers, pirates, mercenaries, spacers, tons of starships, repair and supply shops, relaxation, and a beach and an ocean! Can't beat it!" After The Mercs had finished unloading what was needed to be unloaded and loaded what needed to be loaded, the morning hours had dragged into the afternoon hours, but Rick Taller was a man to get things done first, then play later. As what The Mercs needed in immediate supplies was loaded, Taller turned to the group of mercenaries as everyone stood outside the Johnny Boy's main boarding ramp. "Okay Mercs, free time is yours. You know the rules, so please stay out of trouble. Lasso and Kiv," Rick pointed to the two pilots, "That means you two!" Naturally everyone started to laugh at the reference of what happened the last time with the two ego-heads. Aces Club was every pilot's dream and challenge. Built for the best of the best of mercenary pilots, the club was a membership only basis and quite exclusive at Port Haven. Although not much more then a standard bar and restaurant, the club featured a circular dinning area as one stepped down into the bar itself with small and big tables alike scattered throughout. In the back center of the bar was the bar tending table itself with the kitchen behind it and stools out in front of it. On either side of the bar tending table was a hologram projector in each corner, one playing the latest galactic news and the other one playing a sports news channel, while in the center of the back wall above the hole in the wall for the kitchen to receive and give out orders to the bar tender was a hologram projector screen projecting a list of mercenary starfighter squadrons in rank with numbers on the opposite side of each squadron name, some numbers staying the same while others changed slowly or quickly. Depending on the change in numbers would depend on if a squadron moved up or down on the list of over twenty squadrons. All the starfighter squadrons' data was updated as live as it could be. Upon entering, Jason Lasso found the usual crowd sitting around. Red Sand Panthers, a group of Corellian-specific pilots, sat off roughly in the middle of the bar, with red backed and front fighter jackets with black long sleeves on as usual with their squadron symbol on the back of the jacket. They looked across the way as The Mercs entered and gave a nod of respect as well as said hello. The Red Sand Panthers were one of the friendly squadrons to The Mercs, one that The Mercs could call on in a time of need. The Duro Attack was a group of Duro-only pilots who sat on the other end of the bar and who, unlike the Red Sand Panthers, did any mission at the highest bitter. Their mission statement was for adventure and the stars, no matter the cost. They had lived up to that by becoming one of the most back-stabbing group of mercenaries around. Although not all the squadrons were here, some on missions, others traveling across the galaxy, there was always a collection of pilots no matter what at the Aces Club. There were a few more squadrons scattered about the bar. Some of The Mercs branched off to say hello to fellow mercenary pilots that had become their friends over time. As Jason went to shake hands with one of his close buddies from the Red Sand Panthers, he noticed them---and probably everybody's else's---arch enemy of mercenary starfighter squadrons: The Coruscant Aces. A group lead by two former Imperial TIE Fighter aces and followed up with a mixed species of some of the best and ruthless pilots in the galaxy, the royal blood red fighter jacketed Coruscant Aces proved to be the bar in which all other mercenary starfighter squadrons were judged and rightly so. Unequaled in precision, effectiveness, or deadliness, The Coruscant Aces were known to always get the job done, for a price. And they're price tag wasn't cheap. But what gave The Coruscant Aces they're stand-off appearance from everyone else was their history on one particular mission. Two years ago, The Coruscant Aces were hired to defend a civilian colony against pirate attacks. Months into the job, The Coruscant Aces were given an offer from a secret contact to take out the pirates, then take out the colony they were hired to guard, making it look like the pirates did it. Thousands of innocent lives were lost that day while The Coruscant Aces' red slashed and shield equipped TIE Fighters and TIE Advances laid waste to the colony, killing women and children alike, with no regard for age or civilian status. Although there is no information to confirm Hutt involvement, the rumor has it that a Hutt crime lord had ordered the hit on both the pirates and colony to cover up a even larger crime involvement in the area. Jason shared a brief glance with their leader, known only as Hunter One. No one knew his name and even sliced Imperial military records showed a top secret label on them that no one, even the best slices, could gain access to. The man stood fix foot one, weighted in at over two hundred pounds of muscle, and was in athletic shape. He had light colored skin, blue eyes, a clean shaven face, and jet black hair that was combed backwards. His black fighter pilot looking sunglasses were hanging onto his open jacket at the moment. The man locked eyes with Jason and made a gun figure out of his thumb and index finger and pointed it at Lasso and made it look like he fired it. Just then a hand landed on Jason's shoulders, startling him out of his frozen state, "Don't worry about him. He's nothing but trouble." "Is that really them?" Jason asked Taller, this being Jason's first time seeing them. Rick nodded, "I'm afraid so. Merc policy is to stay clear of them, no matter what. They're killers, cold blooded killers. That's all they are and they don't have a problem putting a blaster bolt into a young kid like you." ************************************************ Part Three of Storyline Post Three Public Government Palace, Republic of Watava, one day later, 1 B.B.Y. Investigator Hilick Soal watched as the body of the traitorous senator of the Republic of Watava fell at his feet onto the floor, two white armored Imperial Stormtroopers very quickly dragging the body away. Holstering his blaster pistol, he looked at Commander Top's faceless helmet, "Commander, see to it that you and you're Storm Commandos eliminate any and all threats to Imperial rule on this planet. You have you're targets," Hilick nodded at the holograpic list that floated up from a palm holograpic device in Commander Top's hand, "Find out as much information as you can from them, then kill them. Take as many Stormtrooper squads as you need to secure you're objective. The Imperial Army holds the countryside; the only Stormtrooper units on this planet hold the Public Government Palace. I expect results when you're done, is that clear, Commander?" "Perfectly clear, sir," The Commander replied. "Good, dismissed," After the Storm Commando departed the Council Room, Investigator Soal turned to the group of CompForce Assault troopers officers and Observation (Observ) personnel, "Deploy you're units in with the Imperial Army Troopers. Go house to house and purify those households that are against the Empire." There was a sick grin that spread across the faces of the CompForce Assault troopers officers and Observation (Observ) personnel as they departed for their mission for the glory of the New Order. As Hilick turned and left the Council Room with two Imperial Royal Guardsmen flanking him to either side, he reminded himself why his wife Sandra didn't need to know what he actually did when away from the ISB Central Office... -----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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