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  1. Mistress_Renata

    Mistress_Renata Manager Emeritus star 5 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

    Registered:
    Sep 9, 2000
    IC: Max Pallas and Ianna Mcear
    Black Sheep Hangar, Rebel carrier Intrepid


    "Mind putting that back on the stack? These have to go to Bay 24."

    "Bay 24 is me, I think," said Max, glancing over her shoulder. "I'll carry this, they must be for Sparky." She looked at the younger woman, wondering at the non-regulation top. "I'm Max. You're a Sheep, too, right? I'd shake hands, if they weren't full. You're...?"

    "Oh," Ianna said, smiling as much as she could. "I'm Ianna Mcear, Black Eleven I think." She shifted her weight continuing to press forward. "Most people call me Kid." She took a few steps. "Good to meet you." Her words were staggered with deep hissing breaths as she staved off the pain welling up in her arms. "Don't worry about this, I got it. Daddy always said I hand the strength of a Staga. So you fly an X-wing?"

    "Yup," said Max, keeping the crate as the two headed back towards the busy crewmen. "We've got some speed demons in our flight, they've got A-wings. But X-wings pack more of a punch, to my mind. When it comes to Imps, I like to do some damage. So, is the shirt a religious thing?" she asked. "I'm surprised they're letting you 'out of uniform'." She rolled her eyes, adding, "A lot of ex-Imps here, they've got a stick up their...uh... they're pretty tight--uh, tight necked." She looks like she's twelve, better watch the language.

    "Well," Ianna said with a grunt, "if you want power, you should fly a Y-Wing like me. X-Wings may dance around them but, the old girls have a mean swing." She took another breath adjusting her grip. "Like to see a X-Wing take down three cruisers like me and my flight did at Hoth." She was still proud of that moment for her despite the losses inflicted. That's where she met Lou and Joy, the first of her friends. Max now added to that list.

    "Religious?" she said voice stained and tinged with confusion. She knew that some people took limmie seriously almost like a religion but, it was an odd thing to say. "No...no, it's a Patriot's jersey. You know, for limmie?" Again she quirked her brow.

    'Tight Necked?' Ianna thought, 'does she mean up tight?'

    "Ahh...they've got a good heart underneath everything. I'd say my..." another grunt as she continued to walk, "Closest friends are former imperials. They're good people." She thought about her last conversations with Joy and Lou. Both of them trying get her to act like the soldier the rebellion needed. She shook her head slightly. "They'll lighten up soon."

    "I hope so," said Max. "I know they all want to play by the book and follow the rules, because that's what they've been taught. Problem is, it makes you predictable. If we want to defeat the Emperor, we're going to have to go off-book, do stuff they won't expect, behave in a way they would never anticipate." She grinned. "The jersey is a good start! I don't really follow limmie; I grew up playing battle-bat. It's pretty big on Sharan, though. I don't think we've got any teams in the Galactic league, they all play planetary."

    "Well..." Ianna struggled both with the crates and the words to speak. "They're trying to keep us together...I think. I mean what good is unpredictability if we fall apart under pressure." She didn't know if that was true or not but, she felt a need to defend her friend's actions. "I was told recently...by a former imperial, that when the torpedoes start flying you need to keep your head on straight."

    "It's not that hard to learn Limmie." she continued changing the subject. "I could teach you."

    Sparky came forward to take the crates. "Thanks," she said.

    Max nodded, helping Ianna unburden herself. "Good advice for any situation," she said. "Keeping your head, I mean. The Empire discouraged friendships. Your loyalty is supposed to be to the Emperor and the mission, not your friends. They leave their wounded behind to die, you know. They treat the less seriously injured first, so they don't have to waste resources on people with more severe injuries. And they'll fire on their own troops to achieve victory." She shook her head. "The mission is important, but celebrating victory doesn't mean much if you're celebrating alone." Max went quiet for a moment, thinking of all the friends lost in the evacuation from Hoth. "Anyway..." She smiled. "I'm off to lunch. Coming, or do you have more to do here?"

    "Ahhh..." Ianna breathed finally putting down the heavy crates. "Well..." she started wiping some sweat from her brow. "The Empire's the bad guys, they’re supposed to be jerks. But, those that turn against them should be considered friends, right?" She thought back to the conversation she had with Joy, about the hard decisions commanders had to make, that there might be times where some may need to be sacrificed. It was painful to hear but, it wasn't soulless, it was to further the mission. "But...you know there might be times where...really tough decisions need to be made." She looked away rubbing her sore shoulder. "We might not be able to save everyone...I mean we'll try really hard but..." She seemed to waver just a bit when a voice reminded her.

    "Never lose your smile."

    "Ahhh...I'll just do my best." She gave a broad smile, banishing the darkness. "Yeah I could go for some lunch. Think we could visit Foodie? He always has good stuff."

    We might not be able to save everyone...I mean we'll try really hard but... Max thought of the Marines and soldiers drawn up, saluting, as Max and Malek left them on the burning hangar of the Grappler.

    "Yeah, sometimes, no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try...it’s not enough. Believe me... I know." She took a deep breath. "So. Lunch. Who is Foodie?"

    "Ohhhh...you'll like him." Ianna said with a grin, making her way towards the culinary robot's area.

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  2. TheAdmiral

    TheAdmiral Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 28, 2004
    OOC: This is a joint post between me and @Vehn , thank you for the participation!

    IC: Jocelyn “Joy" Sunwalker, Ianna Mcear, Louise "Lou" Gray
    Black Sheep Hangar of the Interpid


    Jocelyn walked around her Y-wing checking the compartments trying to figure out what can be fitted to it in regards to sensor packages and so on. There must be a way to do it without sacrificing the combat capabilities though. Her astromech was chirping as it ran its own analysis. She turned to it as it projected a hologram of the craft. Several areas were highlighted with red showing where there was space to fit and the list of equipment was shown on the right. Joy nodded and commanded the droid to make her a comprehensive list so that she could include it in the requisition form and send it to the Hutt for procurement. Now the issue with the paint remained.

    She felt being observed and turned around to see her friend Lou standing there observing her. "Oh, I did not see you there." she smiled slightly.

    "Hey," Lou replied, "I see you're inspecting your Y-Wing for what looks like extra capabilities? I just did a walkthrough on mine a few minutes ago. There's a lot you can do with these old craft that doesn't kill their chances of taking down a TIE or a cruiser in the heat of battle. C-8, my droid, was recommending that long range sensors behind the engine cap ought to do the trick. That extra reconnaissance can be everything out there. You'd know what's up ahead before the enemy can spot you. For the bombers, for us, that's a ticket to survival."

    Joy smirked and nodded. That could actually work she turned to her astromech who was observing them. She indicated to it to pay attention to what is being said.

    "Yeah, given that I was assigned to a flight with two A-wings and a X-wing, I will need the extra edge. At least that way I can help with the assigning of the targets as I won't be much good in a dogfight." she turned to Lou again. "Thank you for the ideas though."

    "Least I could do," Lou replied with a smile.

    "I wanted to let you know that I talked with Ianna. That wasn't an easy conversation. I thought she took what I said to heart but I don't know how well she understood where I was coming from. That isn't to say she didn't understand at all I just think for those of us who come from a more proper military background it can make the transition in war that much harder when you wear your heart on your sleeve. Her words, not mine. I'm just concerned there's going to be too many holes to fix before this shooting mess resolves itself. Maybe having us all split up is for the best. Keeps us from getting too close and forgetting proper protocol."

    Lou paused and kicked a dirty rag on the floor aside. She needed to have this conversation with Joy. She knew Joy would understand.

    "You and I come from a military background that doesn't lend itself to feel good feelings. We were trained to kill. We were trained to be the next woman up in the line if our wingman went down in flames. We were trained that we were not unique, or special, or valued, or any of that stuff. We were expendable, Joy. You know it as much as I do. We were cannon fodder for the glory of the Empire. Look where that got us? Look where we are now? I'm picking up the pieces of a broken marriage and you are trying to hold it all together to stay strong. Maybe we fell into this unit because we needed something more than just being another statistic. Maybe we needed a reason to fight," Lou said.

    Jocelyn looked down, Lou had a point. She was trying not to think too much about her conversation with Ianna. "I am not against friendships, just I would like to see the Kid live long enough to see it all end, she must not allow those feelings cloud her judgement." She sighed and smiled sadly "I had a friend... Well something more than a friend back in the Empire... You know how hard it was to have a relationship there. I had to learn to keep those things separate for mine and her sake."

    "What happened?" Lou pressed. She'd never really gotten the chance to know about Joy's backstory.

    "Well me and Anais, that was her name, we were in a sort of a relationship. You know how the Empire frowns on such things but being in an elite squadron had its perks. So long story short I defected and she stayed..." her voice trailed and she looked away as her eyes welled a bit. It still hurt after several years.

    "Sounds familiar," Lou said recognizing the hurt in Jocelyn's eyes. "I know all about defection. I left my husband when he drummed me out of flight school. He never thought I could succeed with the best of them. He put me down. He humiliated me. I'm going to make him pay. One of these days my Y-wing is going to lock onto him and he won't have anywhere to go but the afterlife."

    "At least you and Anais, perhaps, have a chance at love again should you ever reunite. Perhaps she's searching for you right now."

    Jocelyn sighed "I don't think so, she is an Imperial patriot and I am a traitor." She smiled sadly "I hope she will have a change of heart..." She could remember that night when she decided to defect and tried to convince Anais to join her. They had a fight, a serious one. Fairy, that is what the others called her, tried to convince Joy to stay and clear her name, but she knew better. The ISB was closing in on her and there was no chance to do that, she would have simply perished without a trace. Anais loved her enough not to report her defection and Jocelyn hoped she did not get in trouble as they had to report their relationship so the higher ups were aware of that.

    "I hope so too," Lou replied, "you take care of yourself out there, boss. People like you are hard to replace."

    With that Joy was left alone again. This conversation brought back memories, memories she had been repressing for some time. She turned towards her astromech and took her datapad from her pocket. She keyed in a requisition form and with a sigh sent it to the Hutt. Hopefully the new parts will get to her soon enough.

    TAG: @Outsourced (for the requisition form), anyone else
     
  3. Chyntuck

    Chyntuck Force Ghost star 5

    Registered:
    Jul 11, 2014
    IC: Foodie
    Port side hangar bay, Rebel carrier Intrepid

    Foodie was happy about the stream of visits from members of the Black Sheep Squadron to his little corner of the hangar bay. The pilots were always complimentary about his cooking, and having to deal with a variety of sentients and species would be a nice change from Captain Husk, whose go-to dish was variations of glowblue noodles and chav. It was also very much a pleasure to see Miss Ianna, who always came around with her bright smile and, more often than not, a Patriots jersey whose bright green colour was very soft on his photoreceptors. This particular visit, however, would prove to be somewhat awkward.

    Miss Ianna had come along with Flight Officer Maxime Pallas, and Foodie just happened to have the complete schematics of her astromech in his memory banks. Of course, his deal with Max, the cantankerous R5 unit that was tinkering with the Intrepid’s atmospheric reprocessors, was strictly droid business and Flight Officer Pallas didn’t need to be informed about it at all. But if Digger’s attack against Max upon landing on the Intrepid was any indication, there was an unusual level of animosity between the two astromechs and Foodie wasn’t entirely sure what Max intended to do with Digger’s specifications. What if he used them to sabotage Digger while Flight Officer Pallas was on a mission? This could end in disaster, and Foodie would be responsible for it. The Rebel cause had to come first.

    There was also the risk that Max came by during Miss Ianna and Flight Officer Pallas’s meal, and that could lead to Foodie being exposed for his little sleight of hand and being considered a traitor to the squadron. He was not a member of the squadron of course – although Captain Husk hadn’t given him an assignment yet – but since the Black Sheep were tasked with the immensely important duty of keeping the Empire busy while the Alliance regrouped, he felt that he had to do his bit, and then some more.

    No, it would be best to drop a hint to Flight Officer Pallas that she should look after her droid. He whipped up the best lunch he could with the ingredients he had – he knew that Miss Ianna always enjoyed a hearty meal, and it was highly entertaining to see her squeal in delight every time he unfolded one of his more exotic appendages – and, when everything was ready, he laid out the table for them on an equipment crate and sat at their side.

    “Your astromech has quite a personality,” he told Flight Officer Pallas to open the conversation.

    Tags: @galactic-vagabond422, @Mistress_Renata @Mostlymad
     
  4. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 11, 2009
    IC: Ianna 'Kid' Mcear
    Foodie's Corner, Rebel carrier Intrepid

    Ianna walked arm around Max's waist head swaying back and forth in time with her steps. She also hummed a song, a rather popular one from home. This was nice, her circle of friends was growing, Lou, Joy, Max, all of them three letters long. Her mind only thought about that coincidence for a short time until she caught sight of 'Foodie's Corner' as she took to calling it. It sounded like an old diner one would find in a small town. Except this diner served much better food.

    The young woman took her seat asking the culinary droid to surprise her, which he always did. She watched with rapped attention on her tippy-toes looking over Foodie's shoulder as he put together his newest creation. She couldn't help the little squeals that left her when a new attachment snapped into place. It was so amazing to watch, the precise movements of his hands, the accurate turning of his gears, that and the smell of cooking food.

    Soon after the meal was prepared and plated before her and Ianna wasted no time digging in with large bites scraping cutlery.

    "Your astromech has quite a personality," Foodie quipped sitting next to Max, Ianna quirked her brow, She thought Max didn't know Foodie.

    "You guys know each other?" She asked mouth full of food.

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    Last edited: Jan 15, 2018 at 11:05 AM
  5. Mistress_Renata

    Mistress_Renata Manager Emeritus star 5 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

    Registered:
    Sep 9, 2000
    IC: Max Pallas
    Foodie's Corner, Rebel Carrier Intrepid


    Max had assumed that Foodie was a regular crewman. She was amazed to see that it--he--was a droid. A personal culinary droid? Those only belonged to royalty or multi-billionaires. It--he--should be in a palace or in a very high-end restaurant on Coruscant, not in a grungy Rebel hangar bay. She watched in fascination as he took a few pieces of stringy gray meat, some dessicated green stuff, a few withered roots of some type, and set to work. Tools flew seamlessly in and out of compartments, pans and utensils appeared and disappeared as if by magic. She leaned back involuntarily when the knives when to work, flying faster than the eye could follow, turning ingredients into perfectly sized pieces.

    In the end, a neat white cloth was spread over a grungy cargo crate, and the first course, a creamy, pale green soup with a lump of something white in the middle, was in front of them. <<Wow,>> whispered Max, in Corellian. The taste was light, fresh, with a faint hint of sweetness.

    The second course was something stew-like, layers of meat and something else. It was worryingly gray, but garnished with a sprig of something, and it did smell good. Max put a forkful in her mouth, and closed her eyes in ecstasy. Warm, savory, with a very faint tang and a spicy whisper of heat. She'd never had anything this good before. She and her dad weren't poor, but they could never have afforded a meal like this.

    Foodie put the salad course in front of them, a small, delicate arrangement of neatly chopped vegetables, lightly tossed in some sort of dressing. As Max and Ianna tucked in, he cleared his vocal receptors. "Your astromech has quite a personality," he said.

    "You guys know each other?" said Ianna.

    Max had been looking wistfully at the main course, or what was left of it. Licking her plate would have been very bad manners, but it was hard to think of losing even a drop of that sauce. She answered Ianna first. "No," she said, "believe me!" To Foodie, she said, "Digger is pretty amazing. More of an optimist than I am. It--he--has pulled my neck out of the fire on more than one occasion. And i--he is good at getting me out of bad moods. Really loyal."

    She paused as Foodie set a square of something pink with a dollop of whipped cream and a few artfully arrange beebleberries in front of her.

    It was tart and sweet and tangy all at the same time, with a delicate, foamy consistency. I have died and gone to heaven, she thought. "Actually," she continued, "something weird... when we landed on the Intrepid, he came out of the socket and went after Dimmall's droid, you know, callsign Skew? I don't know what was up with that. Dig said he was defending my honor, whatever that means. As far as I know, I've never had any type of contact with Dimmall or his droid, so I can't figure out what they might have against me. But...whatever, Digs was defending me. Or said he was."

    She leaned back in her chair. She was full, but she wasn't uncomfortable. "Thank you," she said. "I think that's the best meal I've ever had. Your talents are totally wasted in a hangar bay!" She eyed it thoughtfully. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know... are there any SO-series droids on board, who are looking for a job? Sunwalker needs a gunner, and Balzaroth is thinking a droid would be the way to go."

    TAG: @Chyntuck, @galactic-vagabond422
     
  6. Bardan_Jusik

    Bardan_Jusik Mand'alor - Manager of EUC, SWC and Anthology star 10 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Dec 14, 2009
    GM UPDATE

    IC: Captain Adama Husk/Colonel Paule Teague/Commander Wallings (NPCs GM Resticted Use Only)
    Intrepid Wardroom, three days days after the initial Black Sheep briefing


    "So we were left there holding our di..." Colonel Teague was in the middle of one of his many stories when three abrupt knocks came at the door of the senior officer's wardroom. "Oh, she's here," he said a little too cheerfully as the hatch was opened and Commander Wallings let herself inside. "Clear the room," Captain Husk announced to the two officers who had been listening with rapt attention (and bemusement) to the tall tales told by ship's XO. The Captain had heard them all before, and even as they became more fantastical with each telling, there was a nugget of truth to each and every one. The two younger men nodded and obeyed, leaving through the still open hatch as Walling grabbed a cold cut sandwich from a table set along the bulkhead. A guard outside closed it and dogged it shut leaving the three senior officers alone inside.

    "Did you get my briefs on potential first uses for the Black Sheep?" Commander Wallings launched right into it as Captain Husk dove back into the plate of pasta in front of him. He really did appreciate the culinary wizardry of his new cooking droid. He reached into a briefcase under the table by his feet as he chewed, pulling our several sheafs of flimsi. "I.." he said, his mouth still half full. "Excuse me," he swallowed. "Sorry about that, But yes, I have. Some...interesting mission profiles you have lined out for them." She frowned, knowing already what was coming next. "Not at all what I would expect of a fighter squadron."

    The woman leaned forward, wolfishly finishing off her sandwich before responding. "They are a unique blend of beings, with unique gifts. I intend to see them used appropriately." She eyed the tray of cold cuts again from where she sat. "Uh huh," replied the Captain as the XO poured an amount of amber colored liquid from a flask into his caf mug before sliding the flask back into his uniform jacket. "Don't you think they should tackle something a little more pedestrian?" The Captain asked as she leaned back, a look of disdain plainly expressed on her face. "To gel in combat first before being sent on one of these...suicide runs." She stood up and grabbed another sandwich from the tray. Turning around to face the Captain she responded as she sat down. "Do we really have time for that?" She asked pointedly. "Do we have time for them to gel as they play errand boy, doing the missions any of the other squadrons on this boat can do while the Empire closes it's grip on the Alliance?" She shook her head, silently answering her own question for him.

    "That's one opinion," Husk responded calmly. "I for one think they will be more effective once they've grown into a combat unit, together." He twirled his fork in the pasta on his plate as the XO downed the contents of his mug. "You can't just throw beings together because of their skillsets, there are personalities involved, and that squadron needs to know how it will fight together before we just throw their lives away on some impossible mission."

    "You have something other than infil..." she started but was interrupted by the Captain.

    "No, not at the moment." He shoved another fork full of pasta into his mouth, chewing it thoughtfully he kept his eyes on her, and she kept her silence. "What about something to improve their morale first?" He said thoughtfully around chewing. "How about getting them some better food?" The XO said, staring down at the inside of his mug. "We're all eating well now, but we'll be down to rations in less than a week..." Commander Wallings rolled her eyes in disgust but the captain stopped chewing for a moment before swallowing the mouthful of pasta.

    "That's not a bad idea." Husk said. The droid that had been assigned to the ship had been a miracle worker so far with what they already had on board, and surely it could do well with standard rations. But imagine what it could do if it had better ingredients. Something luxurious, something to really boost morale not only for the Black Sheep, but for the entire crew of the "Evil I." "Captain, you can't be serious, sending these men and women after..."

    "Hold that thought Commander," Husk said as he went diving back into the briefcase full of flimsi. It seemed Wallings hated committing anything to a digital format. "Yes, here it is." He announced with pride as he placed a single piece of flimsi on the table. It was wrinkled, crushed by the other contents of the briefcase, and he had to spread it out somewhat which smeared bits of red pasta sauce on it's lower corners. "One of your intel intercepts said a convoy containing luxury foodstuffs was headed to Naboo." He pointed to the relevant passage of the brief. "Lightly guarded, it would be an easy first mission for the Black Sheep, a way for them to get their feet wet and for the CAG and Flagg..." the XO giggled to himself a bit "the CAG and Flagg" he repeated as the captain ignored him and continued on. "...To evaluate the Black Sheep in a combat situation."

    Wallings sat back and frowned. "Let me see that," she asked as he handed her the intercept. She read it over several times, thoughtfully, paying careful attention to the convoy manifest and connecting the dots with other reports her section had generated. "Naboo?" the XO asked, finally coming to grips with what was going on. "Better have another squadron on standby just in case, Naboo is defended, they might have reserves ready to fight." Husk nodded, never taking his eyes off of Wallings. There was something going on there, he could see it in her eyes, though he doubted he could discern what it was. "We'll let the CAG work up an attack plan along with..." the XO giggled again. "Black Sheep leadership." He gestured towards Commander Wallings with a hand. "If the Commander here agrees."

    She nodded, though the Captain noticed the predatory look on her face as she did so. "I agree, it would make for a splendid first mission for them together." She stood up, "I'll make sure the Wing operations officer gets all the support needed from my section." The Captain looked at her as she stood, he didn't trust this woman, nor did he her sudden change of heart regarding this mission. She knew something, something she wasn't sharing. Something that pleased her. Nothing he could do about that, the mission was his idea, he could call it off due to a hunch about his intel officer. "All right, let's get it done. Dismissed."

    :xwing::xwing::xwing:

    Several days later

    IC: Beskaryc Taab
    Pilot's ready room. Intrepid.


    Taab had found that a part of his duties as the Squadron XO was to also take charge as the squadron operations officer. It was double dipping, but apparently Boss (Commander Flagg) didn't trust anyone else in the squadron enough to take on those duties yet. So he had sat in on the planning of what should be a simple mission with both Boss and CAG. Eventually they had also brought in Starbuck, the Mandalorian commander of Intruder Squadron, though his interactions with her had been limited. The two squadron's missions didn't involve any blending between the two, and she had been brought in at the last minute by the CAG so she could prep her own squadron for it's involvement here on what was being called Operation: Chow Haul.

    Now after hours of intensive study and planning squadron leadership, the rest squadron was here in the Ready Room as the missions objectives and assignments were handed out, and that meant once again the room was crowded as Taab stood against the back wall, wearing his bucket while another, a black and red one hung from his belt. Boss was up at the podium while Commander Kryze was also there, wearing her beskar'gam sans helmet, sitting in the front row. She and Taab barely acknowledge one another as Boss began the briefing.

    "Black Sheep, we've been given a blue milk run here right out of the gate." Commander Flagg intoned without emotion. "Convoy interdiction and capture means we're not just going in to blow this one away though." Taab watched as the other pilots took that in. Convoy interdiction was usually easy enough, when it involved destroying everything in sight to deny supplies to the Empire. But as the Rebellion was often supply starved itself, these types of missions usually involved snagging some of those supplies for themselves. This case would be no different, though their objective was.

    "Target here is luxury foodstuffs being delivered to Naboo." Taab knew that would raise a few eyebrows, while at the same time perhaps explaining the presence of the Captain's personal chef droid at the briefing. "The convoy should be lightly defended, a flight of TIEs, maybe a light cruiser riding shotgun, but nothing we can't handle." Through his T-Visor, Taab made eye contact with Boss. Intel said the convoy was lightly defended, and who were they to argue, but they knew as did every other being in this room, intel always had it wrong. That was why they were going in geared up for a fight.

    "We don't have solid numbers on the freighters in the convoy, nor do we have their manifests. So we're going to have to get in close, scan the heavies and then isolate the ones carrying the cargo we want." He shrugged, this was a fairly typical style of attack on an Imperial convoy, and as luck would have it, the composite nature of the Black Sheep made them the perfect group to pull it off with little to no help.

    "All right, Able flight, you'll be on me. We'll drop out of hyperspace first with everyone else seconds behind us. Our job is to clear away the fighter escorts guarding the convoy." He looked to his four pilots. "Should be easy, we don't expect more than four TIEs, probably eyeballs, in attendance." Taab smiled behind his faceplate. Four TIE,s four planes in Able flight, should make things simple, if and that was a big if, the intel held true.

    "Baker flight," Boss found Mean Streak in the room and made eye contact. "As soon as we drop out of hyperspace, your A-Wings need to haul ass into the convoy and use their scanners up close with the cargo ships. We need manifests ASAP so we know which heavies to disable." He indicated the two non A-Wing pilots in the Baker flight. "Y'all need to cover their asses until the job is done, then Baker flight as a whole will provide Able flight backup in case there are more TIEs than we thought, or provide Echo flight a close escort should they need it." He looked over to Wystari, subtly signalling that he would get to Echo Flight's assignment shortly.

    "Charlie Flight, once the cargo ships we need to disable are IDed and tagged, it's your job to get in there and disable them with your ion cannons. Set 'em up for boarding, or if they're outboard containers, ionize them bad enough that they lose maglock and we can just grab the containers and go." It was obvious given the Charlie flight makeup that only the two flight leads could actually disable the tagged transports, while their wingmen would give them cover.

    "Delta flight," Taab nodded in acknowledgement. "Y'all get the envious job of taking down any escorting capital ships, or at least keep them occupied so they can't interfere." Taab looked over to his flight, wondering if they could handle the job. He had picked it for his flight hoping that they could. They would find out soon enough. "If there are none, back up Charlie flight and get those tagged freighters disabled as quick as you can." Taab flexed his shoulders, shifting the weight of his armor there. He would be ready at least, and hopefully there would be at least the one escorting cruiser. He wanted to kill Imps by the hundreds.

    "Echo flight, your job is simple." Boss reported. "Secure the tagged cargo ships." He indicated the eight marines standing at the back of the room near Taab. "Four of those volunteers will be aboard the Valkyria to man the guns and to be ready if a boarding operation is required. The other four will be on Thin Mint's U-Wing for the same." The gruff looking marines looked bored, and as if they weren't listening, but nodded together their understanding in unison. "Hopefully our cargo is in pods and you can just hook up and go, but we all know how the simple things are never easy." Flagg stiffened up for a moment as his eyes seemed to go blank before he continued on.

    "Some of you might have noticed that we have a couple of other guests among us." He gestured to Starbuck and Foodie. "Commander Kryze of the Intruders will be leading her squadron closer in towards Naboo to provide BARCAP for us. Naboo is a defended planet and we don't need any over zealous milita or other defense forces to try to intervene." Kryze waved her hand in the air "We'll make sure nobody crashes your party." She said with an air of arrogance. "We also have Foodie here," Flagg motioned to the chef droid. "He will help us ID the cargo we need as he will be assigned as a part of Baker flight to the gunner station in Joy's Y-Wing." He started sternly at Sergeant Sunwalker with a look that brooked no argument. "Foodie and Joy, you'll be the ones tagging the cargo ships or pods we need after they are identified so Charlie flight can disable them." He hoped they were up to the task. He didn't really want to send the droid on this mission, it wasn't combat qualified, but it was the best suited intelligence to identify what they were looking for. Scuttlebutt on the ship said Joy's flight leader was looking at this arrangement already, and this seemed like the perfect chance to test the idea out. "Any questions?" He waited for hands to go up, but Taab's voice rang out from under his buy'ce (helmet) without raising a hand.

    "How about sending the Star Raiders along too, as a backup for both Charlie and Delta if the convoy is bigger than we expect?" Taab had brought this up during the planning sessions and been shot down so to speak by the CAG, so he knew what was coming. Still he wanted the pilots to hear it first hand so they knew the stakes. "Sorry Major," Commander Flagg didn't sound apologetic at all. "But we went over this. The Raider's are tasked with providing escort here to the Intrepid."

    He looked out to all the pilots in the ready room, as he gave the Black Sheep the unvarnished truth. "We're alone out here folks. No support, no escort for the Intrepid. If the ship goes down while we're away, we have no where to return to." He let that sink in for a moment. It was unusual for a carrier to operate alone with no escort craft, not even a few corvettes. "So that means the 'Raiders provide the Intrepid's punch if she gets into trouble while the Vipers, protect her ass from any fighters that come snooping around." Taab nodded his understanding, knowing now that all the other Black Sheep understood too. They would be alone out there, even with the Intruders providing support. Their X-Wings would just ensure that the Black Sheep would remain alone, he doubted they would offer much to help in case they new squadron found itself bogged down.

    "Anything else?" Flagg looked around the briefing room. "If not, man your planes, we're skids up in 10."


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  7. Sarge

    Sarge Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Oct 4, 1998
    IC: Kayn Balzroth [face_devil]

    "Sir!" called Kayn in a demanding tone. "Could I ask for just a little bit of clarification? We're supposed to be putting our lives at risk to hijack a shipment of caviar? That's not what I signed up for. Can you at least tell us this is one element of a highly sophisticated campaign, maybe a diversion to pull the Imps away from a more important installation? I don't much care for the idea of risking my flight over some so-called luxury foodstuffs, no matter how bad the chow is on this boat. Sir."
     
  8. Bardan_Jusik

    Bardan_Jusik Mand'alor - Manager of EUC, SWC and Anthology star 10 Staff Member Manager

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    Dec 14, 2009
    IC: Beskaryc Taab
    Pilot's ready room. Intrepid.


    Taab's gruff laugh could be heard barking through the briefing room as he wondered for a moment why Mean Streak's objection hadn't been raised during the planning process, but only for that one moment. Orders were orders for an old soldier like Taab, and besides, he wanted to kill Imperials, to avenge the loss of his son, and maybe, just maybe restore some bit of his lost honor in the process. It didn't much matter what the actual objective of the mission was, so long as the Mandalorian got to kill Imps. That was all he needed to know.

    He shifted slightly from his place in the back of the room, ready to confront the Devaronian pilot, but a look from Commander Flagg told him to stand down a moment before the Boss answered. "Sure Lieutenant," he began his facial features as blank as ever. "This is one element of a highly sophisticated campaign." Balzroth's own words were repeated back to him. "It maybe a diversion to pull the Imps away from a more important installation." He shrugged and Taab resisted the urge to laugh again. "Maybe not." The commander stared at Balzroth as their eyes met. "Don't want to risk saying anything more in case you're shot down and captured."

    He looked out over the rest of the room. "These are our orders ladies and gentlebeings, and we're going to follow them. Or would you rather give up your bird and fight the rest of the war as a ground pounder?"

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  9. Mistress_Renata

    Mistress_Renata Manager Emeritus star 5 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

    Registered:
    Sep 9, 2000
    IC: Max Pallas
    Black Sheep Ready Room, Intrepid


    Fighting as a ground pounder was sounding better all the time, thought Max. She'd done that before, for officers she actually trusted. She glanced at her wingman, Zara, who was rolling her eyes. Max sighed, and went into her datapad, to take a look at the system maps for Naboo. It was in the Midrim, and not too far from the Manda Merchant Run, where the Bandits had been happily causing havoc only a few short years ago. Close to her old stomping grounds, not a bad thing.

    Her ship was ready. Digger had found some powdered perrous to mix into the primer, so the fighter would be protected from Dark Jedi. And she had slipped a vial of her blood into the not-quite-black paint to paint the ship itself, so that she could skip a step of her pre-flight ritual. And today was the 5th, a lucky date. She'd convinced her crew not to paint her kills on the ship, so as not to attract the attention of Death...or of Imp starfighters who might hold a grudge. She'd been a little leery about adding distinctive nose art--anonymity was the way to go, really--but the rest of her new friends in the squadron had persuaded her, and so the silhouette of a corvie on a rock was proudly blazoned on the nose, the logo of the Corvie Ridge distillery. The squadron assumed it was her favorite brand, and it suited her to let them think that. A mirror mounted to the top of her canopy enabled her to see behind her without having to turn her head to look, and Sunwalker had found some long-range sensors to enable more visibility behind them. As far as the ship was concerned, she was as ready as she'd ever be. As far as the squadron...

    Max looked around the room. Half the faces she didn't even recognize; she wasn't sure if they'd even been at the first briefing or if they were transplants. B flight had had some briefings, but they had never flown together, not even in the simulators. She had to hope that they could figure this out. They'd be trying to come together on the fly. Literally.

    Ten minutes to skids up? That wasn't much time. She was pondering the maps again, when she realized that Kayn was making faces at her. Now what?

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  10. Sarge

    Sarge Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Oct 4, 1998
    IC: Kayn Balzroth

    Flagg was apparently not one to back down from challenges. Good to know. Maybe he had the guts to get the Black Sheep through this. Time would tell. The jury is still out on you, Commander, thought Kayn. We'll see what you've got.

    "This is one element of a highly sophisticated campaign. It maybe a diversion to pull the Imps away from a more important installation. Maybe not. Don't want to risk saying anything more in case you're shot down and captured."

    Kayn met Flagg's look and nodded his head.

    "These are our orders ladies and gentlebeings, and we're going to follow them. Or would you rather give up your bird and fight the rest of the war as a ground pounder?"

    "Fair enough, Boss. As long as we know that we're putting our lives on the line for a good reason." Kayn turned to the members of his flight. "B Flight, rally round, and let's work out the details of this plan."
     
  11. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Jedi Master star 4

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    Jul 11, 2009
    IC: Ianna 'Kid' Mcear
    Pilot's ready room, Intrepid

    Ianna was bursting with energy, her leg was bouncing her hands balled up into fists. She couldn't wait, her first mission, her first with this squadron, her first with Veteran, Ditch and Turncoat. She hadn't spent too much time with the other members of her flight, which she did feel a little bad about but, this would change it. She listened with rapt attention as Flagg began lay out the the mission. They were to steal luxury foodstuffs from Empire, seemed easy enough. She couldn't wait to hear her part.

    First up was Able flight, Ianna didn't know many of them yet, she'd seen some of them around...except for the red haired woman. The chadrilan had only seen her once, at the frist briefing. Then again it was a big ship, could just not have ran into her. Able was to deal with the fighters before the rest of the squadron jumped in. With three X-Wings and a B-Wing that should be easy.

    Next was Baker flight, Joy's flight, a speedy flight with two A-Wings. They were to scan the transports find the target. Ianna couldn't help but feel a little worried about Joy. She was flying a Y-Wing, not the best in a dogfight, it would be difficult to keep up with the faster fighters. It wouldn't be easy either for the A-Wings they had to get right up close with the transports and scan them. Not easy when there's fighters dancing all around.

    Then came her flight Charlie flight. There's was somewhat easier. Cripple the targeted transport, hit it hard with ion cannons, or knock the crates off is they're external. She hadn't spent much time with Ditch, her flight lead but, it seemed she would be working closely with him. Her smile broadened thinking about swooping in and shutting down the freighters before they knew what was going on. Made her feel...something...a thrill really. She couldn't wait until she was behind the controls of Serica.

    Delta flight was next, Lou was in that group, along with the scary mandalorian, well the other one. They were going to be dealing with any heavier escorts, cruisers, and the like. Ianna knew Lou could handle that, she did against the ones back on Hoth, this should be child's play for her. Besides, Ianna would be there to help out if she finished up her mission first.

    Last was Echo flight, the Hutt and the Skipper. They were going to drop some Marines onto the transports to take control of them. She looked to the burly bored looking men with rifles standing at the front of the room. They nodded their heads with eerie coordination. Ianna was trained in basic boarding action and how to use her rifle but, she much prefered to fight from behind the controls of her bomber.

    Ianna had noticed the other mandoalorian, the more feminine one, though if she was wearing her helmet it would be hard to tell. Her presence was explained that she was the leader of Intruder Squadron, and she would be keeping anyone else from dropping in on their operation. The thought of taking on this mission all alone didn't have long to set in when Kid heard something that made her jaw drop.

    "We also have Foodie here," Flagg said gesturing to the culinary master. "He will help us ID the cargo we need as he will be assigned as a part of Baker flight to the gunner station in Joy's Y-Wing."

    What? Foodie a gunner? Could he even do that, why was he being put in harm's way, couldn't they find someone else? Ianna would volunteer if she wasn't needed with her flight. For the first time she felt just a little worried.

    The MANdalorian asked why the Black Sheep weren't getting anymore support. The answer was harsh and quick. They were alone, the Intrepid, the Black Sheep, every squadron had not support but, themselves, and if they loss the carrier, well it would be a long trip back to the next friendly port.

    The thought of being alone didn't settle in for her, she still had Max, Lou and Joy, besides Ethan, and her flight. They could handle whatever was coming their way. Though Foodie's involvement was still worrying but, he was with Joy, he'd be safe.

    Another question was asked, Ianna didn't pay it much attention. She was done waiting, done just sitting around listening to people talk. It was time of action.

    "None from me." she said standing up. "Come on Vet," she tapped her wingmate on the shoulder, "Need to make sure our fighters are it tip-top shape." she turned to her flight leader and fellow bomber pilot, "Ditch, let's do this, Turncoat you too. Charlie flight let's go."

    As she marched out the door she stopped to look at Joy, "Joy you keep Foodie safe, I'll never forgive you if something happens to him." Last was Lou, "Sock it to them Lou." With that she walked out the ready room head held high, walk confident, ready to take on this mission.

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  12. Vehn

    Vehn Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Sep 14, 2009
    IC: Louise "Lou" Gray

    Pilot Ready Room, Intrepid

    The mission was set in her mind and yet she didn't feel along in her thoughts.

    Lou felt Taab's gaze upon her like a predator eyeing up its prey. A chill slipped down her spine. Taab was watching them, observing his flight, and Lou could tell he was wondering who was going to crack under pressure, who was going to be wounded, who wasn't going to return from this mission.


    Don't give him the satisfaction, Lou thought as she folded her arms across her chest. The only ones dying today will be the Imps.

    The briefing ended and the pilots began to disperse. Their orders were to have skids up in 10. She could do eight if she hurried. She was on her way out the door when Ianna walked by and said, "Sock it to them, Lou."

    "Good hunting," Lou replied with a forced grin.

    She turned to give a quick nod to Joy. She hoped they'd have a chance to talk some more. About the past, about the future, and maybe about what had gone wrong for each of them with the Empire.

    She watched as Ianna disappeared down the hall. She felt a twinge of sadness. Not because she was worried anything was going to happen but because she'd grown close to Ianna and considered her a friend. Friends were hard to come by these days. Good friends even less so.

    Time to go, Lou, time to go, she thought to herself as she made her way to the hangar.

    Lou was already suited up. She tended to sleep in her combat uniform in case of an emergency deployment. It was something that was drilled into her head from her limited time with the Alliance. Unlike the Empire with its fierce regulations, the Alliance wasn't as picky as long as you showed up and did your job. Besides, even when she jumped into her Y-wing, nobody would be smelling her anyway.

    The hangar blast doors parted as Lou jogged to her Y-wing. She affectionately tapped C-8's chrome dome and clambered up the ladder into the cockpit. She heard the hydraulic lift C-8 into position in the astromech slot. A fierce flurry of droid across her HUD indicated that the astromech was connected to the Y-wing's onboard computer and ready to fly.

    The hangar noise was nearly deafening now as one starfighter after another fired up their engines. Lou quickly closed the canopy which drowned out the noise. She initiated her startup sequence and was relieved to find that everything was in the green. Weapons were loaded, engines were ready to go, and her sensors were in fine working order.

    "Lead, this is Black Fourteen," Lou said into her throat comm, "all systems are a go and awaiting your signal to launch."

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  13. The Vanguard

    The Vanguard Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 12, 2016
    IC: Shirl Coppa
    Briefing Room, Intrepid

    "Target here is luxury foodstuffs being delivered to Naboo."

    Shirl raised his eyebrows in surprise. Their first mission as Black Sheep Squadron and they were going after a high-end chow convoy. Shirl was a fan of the finer things in life so he approved, not that his approval mattered. Still, he could feel the tension in the air begging the question, who was half drunk when they selected this as our mission?

    "The convoy should be lightly defended, a flight of TIEs, maybe a light cruiser riding shotgun, but nothing we can't handle."
    Shirl pulled out several pouches of dried beef snacks from his chest pocket as Commander Flagg stated the obvious about the intel on enemy presence being shoddy. Being Charlie Flight lead he wanted to give his crew a tangible reminder of why they were doing this mission, to try and help anyone bury pre-flight nerves.

    "Try this and you will want to raid every high-brow food convoy in the galaxy," he whispered as he passed down a pouch for each of Charlie Flight.

    After taking note of Able and Baker flight's assignments, Shirl straightened up and zoned in on Commander Flagg's description of what their team was to do.

    "Charlie Flight, once the cargo ships we need to disable are IDed and tagged, it's your job to get in there and disable them with your ion cannons. Set 'em up for boarding, or if they're outboard containers, ionize them bad enough that they lose maglock and we can just grab the containers and go."

    "Understood Commander," he answered.

    After the rest of the briefing was laid out for Delta and Echo flights, the commander ended with, "Anything else? If not, man your planes, we're skids up in 10."

    "None from me." Ianna said standing up. "Come on Vet," she tapped her wingmate on the shoulder, "Need to make sure our fighters are it tip-top shape." she turned to her flight leader and fellow bomber pilot, "Ditch, let's do this, Turncoat you too. Charlie flight let's go."

    "Whoa slow down there Kid, two things." He quickly pulled the team together, "First off, if there ends up being no capital ships, our assignment may be a quick one. If that's the case I want you to stay in formation and await orders. No running off after the first TIE you see."

    He kept his tone formal, "Second, keep the comms concise and continuous. Be that third set of eyes that keeps us all alive. This is our first mission together so make sure you are alert and watch out for your wingman." He finished his last bit with a lump in his throat looking at Remick. You mean the way Frenzy looked out for you until he was gone? Shirl swallowed hard before finishing.

    "Alright, unless anyone has anything for me, I'll see you in the vacuum."

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  14. Anedon

    Anedon Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    May 11, 2016
    IC: Ethan "Veteran" Malek
    Briefing Room, Intrepid

    "Target here is luxury foodstuffs being delivered to Naboo." For a moment Ethan believed he had misheard something. But judging by the facial expressions of the pilots surrounding him he had understood everything perfectly. Their first mission in imperial territory, the baptism of fire for the Black Sheep Squadron would be about luxury foodstuffs? What did their commanders seek to achieve with that? Was there more behind it? Or where they perfectly okay with the fact to possibly lose some of their pilots for vanities?

    For the first time since he had accepted the offer to join this squad Ethan felt a slight regret for his decision. When Shirl, the commander of the Charlie Flight, handed him a pouch Ethan gave his commander a thankful nod for the little snack.

    Forcing his attention back to briefing Ethan learned that their job in the undertaking was rather easy. He would have to give Ianna cover while she would disable the transport with her ion cannon. A simple maneuver that he had himself taken part in numerous times during his service with the ORSF, when they had boarded the ships of pirates or tried to recapture already boarded transports. It shouldn´t be too hard, at least as long as the other squadrons did their job and made sure the escorting Ties where dealt with beforehand.

    Someone tipped him on the shoulder and Ethan saw Ianna next to him, "Come on Vet. Need to make sure our fighters are it tip-top shape." He allowed himself a little smile as he saw the eagerness and excitement in her eyes.

    "We should," he agreed with her, there were still some minor things that he wanted to check on his X-Wing before he went into battle. He had managed to get the ship mostly unscathed through the battle of Hoth but there was always things to work on.

    Though before they left the briefing room Shirl stopped them to give another quick briefing for their particular mission. After the commander finished his speech, Ethan raised his hand, "Sir, is there any fallback option if things don´t go as planned? If there are capital ships or the numbers of escorts is greater than we can handle?"

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  15. Sarge

    Sarge Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Oct 4, 1998
    IC: Kayn, Joy, Max, Zero
    Pre-takeoff B Flight Briefing

    "Listen up, Babes, we don't have a lot of time, so we'll make this quick. You all heard the overall plan from the Boss. This is a smash and grab, and those go best when they go fast. We need to get what we need and get out before the Imps call in reinforcements.

    "Zero and I will zoom in right behind A Flight and try to figure out which transports are the ones we want. Zero, pay attention to your thermal imaging sensors; they should show us which ships have refrigeration systems running. If the escorts are as light as intel predicts, we'll split up and fly through the convoy from opposite ends so we can cover the whole thing in half as much time. But if opposition is heavier than we're expecting, we'll stick together for mutual protection. Either way, we'll have our sensors and comm units linked up to Joy and Max.

    "Joy, Max, try to stay back far enough to keep an eye on the big picture. We'll be counting on you two to warn us about the long-range threats while Zero and I are at knife-fight range with the bad guys. Watch the telemetry from our sensors cuz we might not have time to analyze the data ourselves while we're busy buzzing the convoy. Joy, you link your comms to my sensors, Max, you link to Zero. If you have to, let your droids maintain the data links, but watch them. I don't want anybody getting killed cuz a droid fracked up.

    "Speaking of droids, Max, you found a gunnery program to load into this caf-droid, right? I want Joy to have a tail-gunner in case things get ugly."

    Kayn's voice lowered, speaking privately so no one outside B Flight could hear. "One last thing. This is not a mission worth dying for. I like good food as much as the next guy, but I'm not going to get killed over it. Assuming we really are a diversionary strike in a sophisticated strategy, we can be just as diverting running away as ending in a ball of fire. So if this mission goes wrong, we will bug out and live to fight another day. Get it? Got it? Good."

    Zara glared at him. "Yeah, sure, but if you call us babes again I will tear both of your horns off in your sleep."

    Max bit her lip. "I haven't been able to locate an SO droid, but their stats are in the Intrepid's computer. I suppose there'd be a back up of the gunnery program, but we haven't got time to load it properly into Foodie's system. The hardware is completely incompatible, I'm not sure there's time..."

    Joy frowned, she had some questions, but it seems Flagg did not actually care about that so they were sent without much details. The mission made sense to her given that they all are untested and have not worked together as a unit before. She had some idea about some of her squadron mates, but mostly from stories which can be exaggerated. The only two she had seen first-hand were Ianna and Lou. So an easy mission made sense as a start. The droid worried her, but if done properly had potential if it had the necessary reflexes.

    She was more worried about their flight leader. He seemed more preoccupied with heroics than the actual mission. That could spell disaster if things got heated. His reassurances did not calm her down, but she kept that to herself. She was about to chastise Zara for her comment, but decided not to as it will just be a distraction. She noted what Max said and it could be a complication.

    "Do we know the time-frame of the mission?" she decided to interject. "You know the Empire will learn relatively quickly that something is going on when the convoy does not check up with its intended destination and reinforcements will follow. So how much time do we have until we lose the element of surprise?"

    "Joy, if I gave you an answer it would be pure guesswork. I'm planning on not having much time at all until we get jumped, which is why I want this mission to go fast. The sooner we get it done, the less likely we'll be to lose that element of surprise. You know more about Imp ops than the rest of us; how long do you think we'll have?"

    Jocelyn pondered for a moment. "It depends on when and where we strike them." She paused. "The Empire works on a strict schedule and convoys like this have check in at regular intervals. If it misses one then gets a call, then if no answer comes it will warrant a survey to check whether there is a comms malfunction. That is when we will get discovered. Either way we have to act quickly."


    "Yes, we do, and it's almost time for takeoff now, so let's get our pudu together and get moving. Max, bring that gunnery program online and plug it into the droid. I've got a feeling we're going to need all the help we can get, considering the amount of planning that's gone into this raid."


    Max looked around for Foodie, pulling up the info on the gunnery program she had found to her datapad. As she followed the gleaming culinary droid, she couldn't help muttering in Corellian, <<This is not gonna end well...>>

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