SWRPF Archive Jedi Outcast RP thread (v2.0)

Skifter, fighters are running! Do we pursue?

Affirmative, I-*Lissa's message comes over the comm. Tweeter shrieks a second later*

Belay that order. All fighters, the SD's running. Follow me in, we're going to take out her engines. Angels group, take lead and watch those fighters in case they change their minds. Solar group, High Flight, transmitting targeting telemetry information now. When I call, fire your torps. Copy?

Tag: fighter jocks.

 

*Lissa listened carefully to the battle com.*

...WE're going to take out their engines...

Rosqu to Skifter, keep an eye out for Bishop in the YT-1300 - he's after the hyperdrive.... Make sure those shields don't come up... Unit Zero is after the command tower...

TAG: Lank_Pavail

 

[Skye snapped shut the hatch as the preventer team boarded with Knight's body in tow. He went general signal to the entier allied forces team]

Outcasts, this is Unit-Zero. Preventer team is safely aboard, as well as the [Skye choked a bit]... um, the Chancellor's remains are with us too. As for the SD running, back off I'll handle it. Make sure there are no ships within a 20 degree vector of the rear of that vessel. Oh and Bishop Squad, I suggest you don't land on the SD; after this the hyperdrive won't be taking them anywhere.

[Skye rolled his ship up and over the command tower, taking a few potshots at the shield generators to make sure they were destroyed, not that it mattered with the weapon Skye was going to use. He settled the ship to the same position he was when firing the Spirit Cannons, right in front in plain view of the command tower. Pulling out the firing controls, he typed in a code that unlocked and loaded into the firing tubes one special torpedo. Gripping the main control handles, Skye flipped firing control to missile ordinance, then depressed the trigger]

You stole our commander, I'm returning the favor.

[the torpedo exploded prematurely, ejecting what looked like a fine mist toward the command tower. This mist however expanded into a huge disk shape that disappeared off visual and sensors, except Skye's which showed the disk slam into the command tower of the Star Destroyer... and pass right through it. However, in the area where the command tower was, there was only a fine spray of junk metal; there was even a perfect circular cut that severed everything of the command tower and turned it into space dust. Skye flipped the Nightstrike around and began heading to the Stryke. He opened the comms again]

Now Outcasts, you can have what's left.

Tag: everybody.

 

IC: Preventer 3

Nightstrike

Lance remained silent, as well.. Partly for himself and partly out of a reaction to what felt like a very disrespectful response from the lieutenant. The last trick he had pulled... It had hurt, and hurt like Hell itself.

Slowly, one gray eye opened, and then the other. Both were wide, as if in fright, but that would soon prove to be an understatement. Try all he could, the captain could not contain his fear over what was going on.

Senses conflicted, feeding to him information that he could readily contradict, and yet that he knew was true. His ears heard the sounds of the Nightstrike, telling him that he was somewhere; the Force pointed out the others on the ship; his eyes saw...

...

NOTHING.

TAG: Preventers, Bravo

 

Copy that lead. Shasa voice came over the comm to Lank.

Checking her squads position, one more time, she watched out the front of her ship and using the force felt what was out there... out was going on.

Refusing to let the pain in her heart to take over her emotions.


Tag: Lank and all out there.

 

Scout watched as the control tower and bridge area was destroyed, Hrmph'ing must satisfactly he comms the fighters with him.

"sweep around this entire sector and back up the first wave as needed, I dont want any of the enemy to manage to slip through. ... break, Smile, rendezvous with Unit Zero and render any assisted needed there."

The entire quadrant is methodically swept as the Outcast and NR fighters systematically eliminate the remaining fighters.

 

*Tlo 'broke' at Scout's call.*

I copy that, FA lead.

Roguish Smile to Unit Zero, do you need assistance?

*Even as she made the call, Tlo kept her eye on the fight, watching the friendly fighters in case someone went E.V.*

Force guard us all!

*She forced back her tears - the Force hadn't protected Knight.*

Why? Why?

TAG: Zero, Scout

 

Jim Palso's comm beaped. Without reply, he let Bugger reply about how he had left him and the X-Wing. Bugger, however, was soon behind them in the X-Wing.

Palso flipped the comm off.

He was disgusted...

He had done it before. But that was a different story all together...

Or was it?

Palso blocked the memories from coming back.


Tag Hawk, Dinn

 

Angels group, take lead and watch those fighters in case they change their minds.


After taking a few moments to watch the Bridge and control towered destroyed, Maximus followed a few fighters. They were running but a few were left behind.


"Where you guys going?. he laughed to himself.

He took a few quick shots at the stragglers and shot one down. The others escaped.

***"FA2 to Skifter. The remaining fighters are bugging out. Should I pursue?


Tag: Lank

 

*Lannik shifted the controls over to its autolanding sequence when he reached the belly hanger, and he pressed another button activating the auto blaster beneath the cock pit, mowing down dozens of soldiers. Lannik stood keying his comlink as he went to grab his rifle and get to the gangplank*



This is Bishop, I am on the Star Destroyer, proceeding to the hyperdrive reactor.


*he set the Falsehoods sensors and left the auto blaster in a ready mode incase more soldiers tried to board her. and incanse that did happen a nerve gas would be released through out the entire freighter, killing any that did get past the blaster. Lannik checked the safety on his rilfe then proceeded down cautiously, his battle armors targetting computer displacing live and dead targets strewn across the hanger, and he whispered into his comlink*


The hanger is cleared, proceeding forward. Ma'am, do we take any prisoners for interrogation?


*he crept forward, occasionally pulling the trigger on the few that were still alive that raised a blaster towards him*


TAG: Lissa

 

Laine sat in the co-pilot's seat, watching the battle, intensely thinking. It was the first casualty of the Outcasts of a person she knew somewhat well--instead of someone who she had met briefly, like Stryke.

I'm also worried about Jim. He never made it to the rendevous point. I'm afraid to search the Force for him--what if he's dead? Or hurt? I know I'd start second-guessing myself the moment I knew. I shoulda stayed here, stayed and helped. Now I don't even know where he is. Sure, my fighter ran out of fuel, so I was forced to land. Did that happen to Jim? Where could he have landed? That Star Destroyer? She stared mutely out the window, hoping for a glimpse or clue of where Jim was. There will be time to mourn later. But when does later come? We all seem to be people who hide what we really feel--we hide our true selves, so that we don't get hurt. Later only sometimes comes, if ever.

 

No assistance needed Smile, We're heading home. [feeling ripples in the Spirit, Skye switched frequencies]

RS Lead, your former patrolmate is safely aboard this vessel. Focus on the here and now.

[general call] All Outcasts, this is Unit-Zero. The Star Destroyer is sculled; she isn't going anywhere. Take what you need from her and then bugger out back home. Bishop Squad, new objective. Forget hyperdrive motivators, go for the main power core. I want you to set up demolition charges and blow the rest of that SD into scrap. Stryke, Mon Mothma you may commence attacks on the hull; remember though we have a team on board. The Nightstrike is heading for home; CMO D'Nari and Cmdr Lightrider is requested in the hangar bay.

Tag: everybody (but those specifically mentioned especially)

 

Laine blinked when Skye--no, Zero--commed her. *"Yes, sir," she replied, in response to his reprimand or reminder, if it was either of those things. Anyway you looked at it, he was right.

"Ready to head back, Tlo?" she asked. "If we're not needed, as General Lightrider said."

TAG: Tlo

 

Stryke's Bridge:

Ma'am, do we take any prisoners for interrogation?

*Lissa didn't even take time to consider her answer. Her voice was hard, angry.*

No, we do not. That Admiral abandoned all ties to true authority. His men chose to follow his lead. They are outlaws of the worst ilk. If any should ask for haven, bring them. Other than that - no quarter. Now get that charge laid in the core as Lightrider directed and get the flak out of there! Rosqu, out.

Stryke to Mon Mothma, we shall join you forward of this hulk. Upon our arrival, proceed with bombardment. We're turning this thing to space dust! All fighters, please join us - just be sure to allow Bishop to lay his charges and get out. Rogueish Smile, return to base with the Nightstrike.

*Lissa turned to the Bridge personel as various acknowledgements came over the com.*

Helm, take us into tandem station with the Mon Mothma. Guns, await my orders to proceed with bombardment.

*She turned to Earwen.*

Commander Lightrider, please go to the hangar and meet the Nightstrike and the Smile. Have the Preventers form up as escort for our fallen leader...
*her voice broke a bit but she managed to continue.* ...and accompany him to a place of rest as per Chief Medic D'Nari's orders.

*Her private com clicked.*

Lis...I'm here...

I know, Wedge, I know. Just stick with me a little while longer....

...as long as I can, baby...

*The channel went silent. Lissa kept her eyes on the viewscreen as the Stryke maneuvered. Tears poured down her face but no sound issued from her. The Bridge was silent.*

TAG: All

 

Aboard the NightStrike...


Dinn stared mutely at her hands. She had not needed to take position in the cockpit at her usual station and to be honest with herself, she wouldn't have been much help. She felt like her innards were sitting in a jar somewhere on the other side of the galaxy.

Palso met her eyes once, but the anger, pain, disgust that resided in both of them broke the contact. Dinn wanted the comfort, not the disgust of someone she considered her brother. She skirted the edge of the body... of KNight

Shifting to sit next to Lance, she looked up at his face, into his gray eyes and finally saw the fear and disbelief.

She grabbed his hand. "Lance? What is it?" Her voice was hoarse and cracked with worry. Dinn brought her other hand up t her fiance's face and turned his gaze on her. "What's happened?"

Tag: KH, Palso, Zero if you have orders

 

IC: Preventer 3

Nightstrike

Lance frowned, turning to face Dinn with a sad look that seemed to be emptier than anything anyone would have before witnessed on him. If she looked closely, she would already be able to tell what was wrong before he answered. The two gray orbs stared out lifelessly, the shine in them gone as if they belonged to a walking corpse. "The Force is my sight now," he whispered, not wanting the news to spread yet. "I have been cast into the shadow of darkness, where everyday sight is not possible."

TAG: Preventers, Bravo

 

Dinn gasped softly as she saw the blankness in Lance's eyes. She blinked back tears, not even knowing why they were there.

"How..." she whispered, wanting to comfort him, but knowing that they were being watched. "Can you see at all?' she asked softly, searching his face for any signs that he could see her.

Tag: KnightHawk

 

IC: Preventer 3

Nightstrike

Lance was close to crying; with the pain that the OUtcasts as a whole had gone through very recently, that wouldn't have been a surprise. He did not, however, and he didn't speak, either. The Force conveyed his words with a far better clarity than he himself would have.

"I can see what you see not. Vision milky, then eyes rot. When you turn, they will be gone, whispering their hidden song. Then you see what cannot be. Shadows move where light should be. Out of darkness, out of mind, cast down into the halls of the blind."

The Dark Side seeped through the words as the Force conveyed them. Pain seemed to ebb off of each and every syllable. "Dinn, I can't see. If it weren't for the Force right now, I'd be asleep to keep myself from panicking about the problem."

With that Force-aided sight, he gently placed a kiss against her forehead. "Your worry is appreciated, but not required or asked for."

TAG: PulsarSkate

 

Acknowledged, we'll sweep up the remainder.

*Lank punched the lit button on his comm*

This is Captain Lank Pavail of the Outcasts. Your ship is a hulk, and you killed our leader. You get this one chance, kill your engines and deactivate your weapons. Otherwise, you will be destroyed.

This is Captain Inkra. I don't take orders from Jedi scum who-AHH!*static*

This is Lt. Gallan. We comply, Pavail. We have a shuttle out picking up our EV pilots.

Understood. The shuttle will be under watch, but not fired upon. Your ships will be tractored by one of the Mon Cals. *switched comm frequency*

Skifter to all ships. The fighters are surrendering. Scan your targets. If they've killed engines and weapons, hold fire and mark their location. If not, take them down. Hold fire on their shuttle, it's on S & R. Mon Mothma, clear a hanagar bay, and have security and medical teams standing by to pick up the surrendering combatants.

Tag: AVUS, Lissa, All.

 

Dinn smiled wanly.

"Just because you didn't ask for or need it, doesn't mean I'm not going to worry." she replied with a tired attempt at humour. The words in her head bounced around like Darkside echoes. "You'll just have to get used to my little habits."

She let out a ragged sigh and pulled herself together finally. With everything in recent past trying to smack her around, it was a sink or swim situation. She looked over at the bodybag that held their Chancellor's remains.

We just seem to be losing and losing...hollow victories and shrapnel... she mused, willing the exhaustion out of her body and standing up.

"Captain, Lieutenant, I'm just heading to the cockpit." she muttered, nodding at Palso. She gave Lance's hand a quick squeeze, then made her way to where her CO sat.

"What's the situation Sir?" She asked.

Tag: Preventers

 

"Commander Lightrider, please go to the hangar and meet the Nightstrike and the Smile. Have the Preventers form up as escort for our fallen leader..."

*Lissa's voice broke a bit but she managed to continue.*

"...and accompany him to a place of rest as per Chief Medic D'Nari's orders."

*Earwen nodded and slipped out of the bridge, taking a route that led her past her quarters where she could grab her saber and blasters to properly join her place as part of the escort. She then went to the hangar and awaited a safe distance from the Nightstrike's landing place. Preparing herself for the sight she would witness and trying to hold back the flood of grief she felt.*

Tag: all in hangar or those on the Nightstrike once it lands

 

"Stryke, Mon Mothma you may commence attacks on the hull; remember though we have a team on board. The Nightstrike is heading for home; CMO D'Nari and Cmdr Lightrider is requested in the hangar bay."

Cristal heard the message and sighed with relief. The fight was over, but at such a cost... had it really been worth it?

Cristal swore to herself then that once she learned the ways of this time frame... and once that nagging feeling that she was needed here went away, she'd go start a private practice somewhere and get as far away from war as possible.

She smiled to herself at the whole idea. She had a nagging feeling she'd never get away from this place.

 

*At Skye's last transmission, D'nari wrinkled her brow. Someone else was hurt. She streached out with the Force and found Captain McCallister.*

Gods of my Fathers! He's blind! How did that happen?

Chief, can you relay to the General that I will be ready as soon as we land?

TAG: T'lo and anyone else...

 

Shasa watched the scanner and the fighters powered down their weapons.
She continued to hold closer to her trigger. Waiting for an excuse to fire.

Moving her fighter into a postion to watch the recovery mission closer. Making sure it was only a S and R.

TAG: anyone

 

Jim Palso was too consumed in his own disgust and haterd to realize what Dinn needed most...someone she could call more then a friend; a brother.

He heard Dinn and Lance whispering something, but he stayed out of it. They had found love and they needed their space to talk.

Jim just stared off at the bulkhead in front of him, the bagged body in front of him. He had come home on one too many missions with a body bag in front of him, both smuggler and military related.


Tag Hawk, Jessie