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  1. tyratoku Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    May 10, 2005
    star 1
    IC: Kilo Typhon
    Location: Delicate Delinquent Hangar Bay


    Kilo waited for the pilot and the Commander to finish talking. They exchanged stories about the Clone Wars - the Commander was an actual veteran and the other pilot simply had a father that had served. The story of the prank on the pilots' father was quite enjoyable.

    Kilo's home planet of Atzerri was almost left out of the Clone Wars entirely. By extension, his family had only seen clone troopers in person once, and that was at the tail end of the conflict shortly before the rise of the Empire. As a result, Kilo stayed quiet and listened dutifully. Eventually, the Commander turned away from both pilots and spoke quietly into his comlink. When he returned, he posed a question to both men.

    "What are your full names and call signs?" he asked with a deep frown.

    Kilo looked toward the other pilot to speak first, but when he did nothing, Kilo stepped forward. "Kilo Typhon. Call sign..." Kilo's voice trailed off as he tried to think it through. The last time he had a call sign was when he was still an Imperial Captain, and he likely could not use the same thing here. And judging by how intensely these men fought against the Imperials, he would hold back the information that he used to be one until the absolute latest time he could. Instead, he thought of anything and everything he could of his home planet of Atzerri. Could any object there be his call sign?

    A memory of his grandfather popped into his head and Kilo grinned. The old man's name would be perfect. "Call sign Zulu."

    Tag @Falcon @SWBob
  2. SWBob Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 19, 2003
    star 4
    IC: Jensen Visak
    Location: Hanger of DD

    Jensen listened to the commander tell his stories of Firecracker, who he had learn her name was Kasha, changing the hair color of a General Skywalker. Pranks on a Jedi, gotta have some guts for that. He had heard stories from his father about the Jedi. They were supposedly great warriors who were unmatch on the battlefield. Most of them were probably just exagerations, such as the story of a Jedi destroying a droid army bare handed, and the one of the Jedi that could land capital ships at speed. But he knew most stories start out with a kernal of truth.

    He then listened to the exchange between Firecracker and the Commander, and overheard him mention the loss of Alderaan. He had heard about the destruction of Alderaan from the holonet. The imperials tried to say it was the rebels who had destroyed it, but he knew better than that. Alderaan was one of the greatest anti-empire planets in the galaxy. They may have been pacifists, but they had no love for the Empire.

    Then Wolf turned to him and asked the question Firecracker had asked him. "What are your full names and call signs?" "My name is Jensen Visak. Never really flew with any squads before, been sort of a loner, so I've never had a need for a call sign. I guess I'd go with Krayt." Jensen used the name of a giant lizard from his homeworld of Tatooine. He had only seen one once and had fell in love with the strength and size of the creature. There was no other person or creature on the planet that could face one without using modern technology. Even that was an iffy situation. Hell, even the tusken raiders steer clear of them. And they seem to have no fear.

    TAG: @Falcon @tyratoku
  3. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    IC: Wolf
    Delicate Delinquent, Whedyll outskirts

    Wolf nodded as he relayed the names and call signs to Fress. As he waited for her to confirm their identities he nodded off to a Jod personal who took the prisoner to show him where the supplies where kept then escort him back to the brigg. He watched as the prisoner showed the Jod soldier where the supplies were. He turned his attention back to the other two pilots. "Next time you wait for confirmation to land. We do have someone who mans that turret who keeps track of all those who land and leave. He came close to shooting both of you. Luckily he didn't," he pointed in the direction of a large laser cannon.

    "Firecracker to Wolf, both check out and I have submitted their information to the Alliance and Delicate Delinquent so they know they're with us. Have them meet me over at the Alliance, I would like to meet with both of them before the meeting."

    "What meeting?" Wolf questioned with a frown as he signaled to the Jod Guards that they may take their leave.

    "Allliance called everyone back but refused to explain why. Suspect it's important," Fress answered sounding frustrated.

    "Just don't take the Captain's head off," Wolf cautioned with a frown.

    "Promise but not with Lasso," Fress answered. "You don't bite the hand that offers help in the first place. The Alliance has offered to help supply them with fighters until their techs go over their fighters repairing them."

    "I had a feeling you would say that," Wolf said with a frustrated sigh. "I'll send these two over shortly."

    "I'll be expecting them."

    "All right you two, Captain Sherland is expecting both of you at the Alliance. I suggest you both get moving. Wolf to bridge both Krayt and Zulu's presences are requested to be transferred to the Alliance on Firecracker's behalf. Permission clearance to lift off."

    "Guardian Leader to Squadron, everyone is expected aboard the Alliance for a quick meeting, repairs and refueling will take place. Firecracker clear."

    IC: Fress Colias
    Alliance, Whendyll System outskirts.

    Fress stood by her fighter as she watched her newest squad members land and some where just angry. She shook her head knowing that Stakes wouldn't have called off the attack unless he felt everyone's life would be put into danger. That was the only explanation she could come up with. Either that or he changed his mind, but she decided to give him a chance to explain everything before biting heads off. She waited for Greenie and Zulu to land. She just needed to talk with them for a few minutes, later she would have to go over rules and protocals or there would be problems later. It was nice to get in a small breather. Things were getting really heated up out there and her fighter needed refueling anyways. This was a good chance to restock her fighter. Saber was in the process of carrying that out for her now.

    IC: Greg Tellieon
    Snap Dragon, Whendyll system outskirts

    Greg ordered the techs to ready the one fighter and nodded off to Cain who would be taking the fighter. He looked down and noted the Snap Dragon was now making the micro jump to where the DD and Alliance was.

    Greg looked down as a message came from the Alliance to regroup for a meeting aboard the King Class 2 battleship. He frowned wondering what the captain had in mind.

    @SWBob, @tyratoku, @Sith-I-5, @Bardan_Jusik, @kommando104, @CPL_Macja, anyone else I missed.
    Last edited by Falcon, Sep 4, 2013
  4. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Captain Leeroy Jenkins, Commodore Norris, Twenty-One (DLT-5921), the House of Vimal Light-class destroyer, Vindicator-class heavy cruiser, Cimmerian, Mekuun Hoverscout
    Location: Port Haven


    From Captain Jenkins’ position on the bridge, he watched the few moments of the red, scarlet, vermillion energies of Red Space passing by the ship.

    It was like being a white blood cell within a vein or capilliary, being pumped to or from ones’s heart, like they were travelling inside God himself.

    “Re-entry in five, four, three-” Called one of the Helm officers from in front of his chair.

    The energy curtain swept aside to reveal a grey and blue orb that almost filled their view.

    “Imperial blockade vessels on scanner, but we should have time to release our retrieval vessels.”

    Do it.” The Captain ordered, twirling his white moustache between thumb and forefinger.

    “Sir.”

    “Captain, All Command transmission from the Allegiance.”

    On speaker.

    “Sir.”

    All Jod and friendly forces, you are to halt your progression immediately! As the ranking officer here, I am assuming full authority of this mission; authorization code Delta-Delta-Tango-One. You will find a Royal Order attached to that authorization code from the Royal House less then two hours ago. All Jod vessels, you are bound by oath to obey. All forces, you are to withdraw upon the Allegiance. Data information is being sent to your nav computers now. Friendly forces---I'm assuming the Mercs---you may follow or risk your own lives.

    Leeroy's features purpled at the implicit betrayal in those words. He had expected them to be the vanguard of a concerted Jod push to rescue the Mercs, and now, they were on their own?
    Well,” he muttered defiantly under his breath, “At least we have chicken.

    "Sir?"

    Jenkins raised a finger and his voice to emphasise his decision.“We did not hear that.

    Sir?!” The communications’ officer sounded strained, and several heads had turned towards their commander.

    According to Commander Hilton and Captain Darkins, Squadron Leader Colias is running this op. And we jumped two galaxies on the basis of some delusional bint's daydreams. We’re staying.

    Jenkins turned as a new person entered the command area through a pair of sliding doors, the member of the navy’s monastic order smiling peacefully, and clasping his hands together. The body language belied the importance that these figures held within the Kingdom of Jod military.

    But it is a Royal Order, Captain Jenkins.

    Jenkins gave the man a death glare. “This does not concern you, Sheep Botherer.

    It’s Shepherd.

    Whatever.

    “We have TIEs inbound. Ten from port, ten from starboard.”

    “Sir. Nu-class shuttles and Sentinels away, with fighter escort. They are heading for Lasso’s water craft.”

    Hold here. Fire Control, lay down suppressing fire to stop those TIEs interfering.

    While the view on the visual scanners showed a carpet of green anti-starfighter laser fire aiming towards and below the approaching enemy ships, his holo feed from Astrometrics showing that yellow arrowhead and its starfighter escort had split off from the main drop.

    Jenkins frowned at this new development. “What’s going on; where is that Nu-class going?

    “Sir, they’ve picked up chatter about a downed Imperial shuttle that was stolen.”

    What do they care? Is there a reward?

    The Shepherd, who had not departed the bridge, put his oar in. “The Empire would not steal one of their own craft. The Prophesy would regard whoever did, as potential allies. We should investigate.

    Jenkins refused to face him, still inwardly angry at the order from Allegiance. “I will be with you in three point one-four one-five seconds.

    If that is a Shepherd’s Pi reference, my son, perhaps our danger is very real. Real enough that Jason Lasso not be brought aboard?

    The Captain relented, and nodded to the man. He’d been saving that one for years. “I am in defiance of a Royal Order, Shepherd. What better time to roll that one out. And even if the Vimal is destroyed before we can bring the Mercs aboard, they will be reinforced by SCA troops until Stakes can get the job done.

    The view out of the bridge windows whitened as the shields reacted to the first laser impacts from the TIEs. The ship rocked.

    * * * *
    Aboard the Cimmerian

    Commodore Norris and his senior staff were running from station to station with reports and updates.

    Without his Vigil-class corvettes, Norris was having to use swarms of TIE fighters and bombers to shore up his failing blockade.

    ComScan had been able to triangulate the source of the Jason Lasso broadcast, and he appeared to be out in the sea, which successfully denied most of the ground elements from dealing with him.

    What is the status of those TIEs?” Norris called.

    Joel was leaning over the back of a seated crewmember, and looked round to face his superior. “They have almost reached the spot over where Taskforce Kingfisher was lost. They report a smaller warship has appeared in front of them, and is launching atmospheric craft of its own.”

    It is obviously here to extract Lasso. Direct them to destroy or down those atmospheric craft. Securing Lasso is key, but we might be able to get some prisoners.

    “Yes, Commodore.”

    In fact, let’s go over and say ‘hi’. Helm. Move us out of geo-stationery, and put us on an intercept course with the enemy cruiser.

    “As ordered.”

    * * * *
    Mekuun Hoverscout

    The stormtrooper sergeant, Twenty-One, was trying to stand from the bucket chair, struggling a bit to do so, and was trying to hide his difficulty.

    Sure you don’t want help with that?” SG-12 volunteered in an amused tone, smiling as the stormie pushed down on the chair sides while twisting his backside upwards.

    No, no I’ve got it.

    Wind your body, wriggle your belly-

    If she does not kill you, I fragging will.” Twenty-One snarled. The Monster Squad non-com didn’t know if this Garek Malen character were still around, but he hoped he came out of retirement to deal with this infuriating Saber Guard. There was an audible pop as he suddenly became free, and tottered for a couple seconds to steady himself.

    He turned to Jade, and coughed self-consciously. “Ahem. Ma’am, Cimmerian reports that Jason Lasso has managed to transmit off-world, requesting an extraction, and one of the smaller Jod warships has jumped into orbit in response. Also, Lasso reported that there was an Emperor’s Hand down here.

    The Saber Guard sobered, looking from Twenty-One to Jade and back. “Oooh dear.

    Tag: @Captain Stakes, Mara Jade

    OOC: "Wind your body, wriggle your belly" are the lyrics to "Boom Shak A Lack" by Apache Indian. (www.sing365.com)
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  5. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Captain Jim Palso, Mary Formal, Hunk of Junk YT-1300 freighter inside the Delicate Delinquent, and downed Imperial shuttle, respectively
    Locations: Whendyll System outskirts, and Port Haven.


    Palso had been asleep in his bunk aboard his freighter, when the ship had been rocked enough to roll him out, the old smuggler jolted awake from the impact with his deck!

    "That wasn't a laser blast." He said to the cabin, sitting up on the floor. "Something hit us!"

    Bugger, his astromech, who had been monitoring the DD communications, chirped in response, leaving it to the bipedal protocol droid, Walking Library, to translate. "No. It was a laser blast. We're in a space battle."

    Now, some time after the Imperial Nebulon-B escort frigate Tango had thrown its hat into the 'Biggest Alarm Clock in the Galaxy' ring, the boarding ramp lowered, and Palso bounded out into the Delicate Delinquent's main hangar, to find Wolf and several of the troopers in the fancy armour, surrounding two strangers, one wearing armour even heavier than a stormtroopers!

    The armoured man, standing behind a blaster pistol and knife laying on the deck, added,

    "Kilo Typhon. Call sign..." He trailed off "Call sign Zulu."

    "Well I trust him." Palso vouched from outside the circle of troops. "His parents clearly decided not to use any Imperial measures when naming him."

    The second man added, "My name is Jensen Visak. Never really flew with any squads before, been sort of a loner, so I've never had a need for a call sign. I guess I'd go with Krayt."

    "And I'm Captain Jim Palso." The Corellian introduced. He indicated the freighter sitting in the hangar's back corner. "That's my baby, the Hunk of Junk. Are you two what the hullaballoo is all about?"

    He could have just waited, he realised, as Wolf turned his attention back to the two. "Next time you wait for confirmation to land. We do have someone who mans that turret who keeps track of all those who land and leave. He came close to shooting both of you. Luckily he didn't." He pointed in the direction of a large laser cannon pointing their way from the other hangar.

    The clone turned his attention to his comlink, from which Palso could only hear one side of the conversation.

    The Corellian glanced around to see his droids catching up with him, while he listened to Wolf's side.

    "What meeting?" Wolf questioned with a frown as he signaled to the Jod Guards that they may take their leave. The ten filed out.

    "Just don't take the Captain's head off. I had a feeling you would say that. I'll send these two over shortly." Wolf looked up. "All right you two, Captain Sherland is expecting both of you at the Alliance. I suggest you both get moving. Wolf to bridge both Krayt and Zulu's presences are requested to be transferred to the Alliance on Firecracker's behalf. Permission clearance to lift off."

    "Alliance?"

    "He means the Allegiance, Captain." Walking Library supplied. "She's a Kingdom of Jod battlecruiser that is in-system with us."

    Jim nodded, and called the bridge on his comlink, requesting instructions, then a moment later when he heard Chief Engineer Tim Williams' dulcet tones booming throughout the ship, courtesy of the public address system:

    Now hear this. Now hear this. We are standing down to Condition Two throughout the ship. That is, Yellow Alert. Gunners to remain at their stations. Lieutenant Zotoman, you have the conn. Please report to the bridge. Captain Palso, please standby to take passengers across to Allegiance. Myself, Sandy, Bridge Officer Bob, Zulu and Krayt. Bridge out."

    Palso looked at Zulu and Krayt. "Why am I taking you two? Is there something wrong with your ships?"

    * * * *
    Downed Shuttle

    Standing at the back of their crashed Sentinel, Mary sensed Salmakk eyeing her, but given where his huge goggle eyes were on his sloped skull, that would not be hard.

    The shuttle comms are dead and I don’t think I can repair them, though I could still give it a try. I’m just not sure we have time for that.

    Mary cocked her head, listening to a rumbling in the air. "That's either your stomach, or we are about to have company."

    An yellow starfighter, an Eta-2 Actis-class, unfamiliar to Mary, flew overhead from somewhere behind them, and continued over the horizon directly ahead of them, while something even larger cast a shadow over the two of them as it passed over them.

    The modular-looking craft with its' thin cockpit pod, turned to face them as it lowered to the carpet of flattened trees, and folded up its wings.

    "Armoury time." She bolted inside.

    Tag: @Wolf, @Jensen "Krayt", @Kilo "Zulu", @Salmakk Neot
  6. tyratoku Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    May 10, 2005
    star 1
    IC: Kilo "Zulu" Typhon
    Location: Delicate Delinquent Hangar Bay


    The other pilot revealed himself to the Commander and the other security soldiers. "My name is Jensen Visak. Never really flew with any squads before, been sort of a loner, so I've never had a need for a call sign. I guess I'd go with Krayt." the other pilot said, and Kilo nodded in confirmation. Though he had never seen a Krayt Dragon in person, he knew what the beast was. An interesting call-sign, to be sure.

    As Krayt spoke, yet another newcomer approached.

    "Well I trust him," the man called out for everybody to hear. "His parents clearly decided not to use any Imperial measures when naming him." Ha frakking ha, Kilo thought. "And I'm Captain Jim Palso." The newcomer said. He pointed to a large ship on the other side of the hangar. "That's my baby, the Hunk of Junk. Are you two what the hullaballoo is all about?"

    The Commander turned toward both Kilo and Jensen and regarded them like a parent scolding a child, "Next time you wait for confirmation to land. We do have someone who mans that turret who keeps track of all those who land and leave. He came close to shooting both of you. Luckily he didn't," he pointed toward a larger-than-it-had-any-right-to-be laser cannon. Shortly afterward, the Commander turned away from the newcomers and spoke into a comlink. Finally, he turned back to both Jensen and Kilo and spoke with the tone and authority of a commanding officer, "All right you two, Captain Sherland is expecting both of you at the Alliance. I suggest you both get moving. Wolf to bridge both Krayt and Zulu's presences are requested to be transferred to the Alliance on Firecracker's behalf. Permission clearance to lift off."

    Kilo bent down and retrieved his weapons with a quick dirty look toward the armed guards around him. As he did, speakers from inside the hangar broadcasted somebody's voice, "Now hear this. Now hear this. We are standing down to Condition Two throughout the ship. That is, Yellow Alert. Gunners to remain at their stations. Lieutenant Zotoman, you have the conn. Please report to the bridge. Captain Palso, please standby to take passengers across to Allegiance. Myself, Sandy, Bridge Officer Bob, Zulu and Krayt. Bridge out."

    Kilo sighed and looked at Captain Palso.
    "Why am I taking you two? Is there something wrong with your ships?" he asked with just a hint of annoyance.

    Kilo looked at Jensen, saw that the other pilot was searching for a reply of his own, and looked back at the Captain. "I have absolutely no idea what is going on or where anything is. A bit of navigational help would be much appreciated."

    Tag: @Sith-I-5 , @Falcon , @SWBob
  7. CPL_Macja Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Nov 29, 2008
    star 5
    IC: Josch Decinchi alias Zieleb-Xan ‘Mac’ Macja
    Whendyll System

    I’ll try baby, but I can’t make any promises.

    Baby? Honey? Sweetheart? Where is all of this coming from? Josch was learned enough in the Force to know what Force Visions were like, he had experienced more than a couple in his time. But he knew that time, like the Force, was not a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey wimey, stuff.* Plus, to add to all that, it was always in motion, futures changed with the most innocent of actions. Blinking, blinking at the wrong time, in the wrong place, could end your future right in its tracks.

    So Josch brought his attention back to the matters at hand. He felt that he was far enough away to rest all of his power levels to even across the board - shields, engines, weapons were all recharging at nominal levels. He also switched his shields back to being evenly balanced. That was when he took his eyes off the battlefield for the slightest of moments – the blinking of an eye. A green flash, splashed against the front of his ship and he found his newly placed forward shields reduced by one-third. “What in the Verlin was that?” He questioned Navi.

    {{LOOK! It appears that the Nebulon-B frigate that is currently engaging the Delicate Delinquent decided to take a pot shot at you.}}

    Josch angled himself away from the frigate and towards the ever escalating starfighter combat centered around the strange JOD vessel listed as the Dawn Treader. From what he could see on his sensors, the elongated JOD vessel was getting peppered with torpedoes from TIE Bombers. Meanwhile the Ex-Gals were giving it back to the Imp frigates, while the Mercs mopped up the bombers and their fighter escorts.

    Dunelizard, two TIEs on you,” The unfamiliar voice came from the YT that accompanied Firecracker and the Jod into the system. Josch saw two red dots on his sensor display running right past the blue one representing the freighter and streaking straight for him. Once they had closed the distance between them they started firing green lances of light at him as he started corkscrewing and rolling, presenting a harder target. Once the distance to the TIEs dropped below 1 klick, Mac squeezed off two quick bursts each time the enemy element came into view.

    Navi, once we pass these two, we’re going to perform a snap-turn. Get ready to adjust the inertial compensator.” A snap-turn was a maneuver that allowed a starfighter to quickly reverse direction using a combination of extreme angle-of-attack and rolling. It was similar to an atmospheric J-turn, but instead of climbing into the turn and descending to accelerate, the starfighter stays on the same relative plane. Most pilots did not attempt the snap-turn without some form of droid assistance since the g-forces could be overwhelming and cause the pilot to blackout.

    The distance to target indicator on his targeting computer rapidly approached zero, “Ready?”, it hit zero and started to increase, “Hit it!” the Arrow of Light virtually stopped dead-on-a-cred, flipped over, and blasted off in the opposite direction. Josch immediately spotted the one of the TIE as it looped back towards its wingmate. Before either of the duo could get a clean shot at him, Josch opened fire. His volley burned twin holes through the cockpit ball of the element’s wingman, killing the pilot immediately and causing the twin ion engines to explode. The solar panels launched out into space, the port one clipped the leader’s (Kefler) starboard solar panel, sheering it off.

    The element leader, Kefler, tumbled uncontrollably out of the engagement area. The encounter added two more TIEs to Josch’s kill total. He then turned towards the rest of the bombers and their escorts when he realized that the majority of them were gone. The other Nebulon-B had launched three flights of V-wings who were now engaging the Mercs. Seriously, how many of these guys do we need to take out before they get the message.

    {{LOOK! The House of Vimal has jumped into provide the Delicate Delinquent with cover so it can jump away.}} Josch’s latest home vanished off his sensor board, but reappeared just as quickly about 60 klicks outside the battle field. {{It also looks like the Snap Dragon has deployed some ARC-170s to help with the V-wings.}}

    Well I guess we should get over there so that we don’t miss out on all the fun.

    Josch focused on the Force to help him snipe one of the trailing V-wings that was at the outer limits of his cannons effective range. As he took aim at another a bright explosion temporarily blinded him. Once his eyes adjusted the Dawn Treader was gone, as were his shields. The shockwave from the blast, along with the debris mixed in, stripped away his defenses. “Navi! Damage report!

    {{LISTEN! All systems functioning normally. Shields currently at 0% and recharging.}}

    Well thank the Force for small favors.

    House of Vimal to Snap Dragon, Firecracker, all ships. Large group of TIEs almost on top of us. Everyone break off, and fall back to the Delinquent’s position.

    Listen up, Saber is downloading a micro jump to the DD into your navcomputers. As soon as the download completes make the jump.


    Once you have it Navi let me know, and no flirting with Saber while you two are connected.” Josch teased his droid companion.

    {{HEY! You and Kasha get too, why can’t we?}}

    Once their jump was complete Josch noticed the hard to miss capital ship that was accompanied by yet another Jod vessel similar to the Snap Dragon. He turned towards the field of battle that he just left and watched as the Jod forces completely shredded an Imperial Vigil-class corvette. Josch listened as several of his squad-mates, most of them people he had yet to meet, requested permission to dock and get refitted. He knew that about the only things that he would need was a little bit of fuel and to reload his missile racks. So he opted to stay out in case there were any straggling Imps that needed to be taken care of.

    Emergency transmission. Jason Lasso to any friendly forces. Jason Lasso to any friendly forces. We are on Port Haven. I repeat, on Port Haven. Avoiding Imperial search parties. Imperial forces massed at Port Haven and searching the planet. Emperor’s Hand on planet, I repeat, Emperor’s Hand on planet. Need extraction. How do you copy over?

    House of Vimal here. We heard the transmission. We’re going in after them. LEEEEEEEEROY JEN-” “-kinssssss


    Lasso! Finally we are getting somewhere. Navi plot me a jump that will put me alongside of the House of Vimal.” Before Josch could make his jump another transmission filled his comms.

    All Jod and friendly forces, you are to halt your progression immediately! As the ranking officer here, I am assuming full authority of this mission; authorization code Delta-Delta-Tango-One. You will find a Royal Order attached to that authorization code from the Royal House less then two hours ago. All Jod vessels, you are bound by oath to obey. All forces, you are to withdraw upon the Allegiance. Data information is being sent to your nav computers now. Friendly forces---I’m assuming the Mercs---you may follow or risk your own lives.

    Guardian Leader to Squadron, everyone is expected aboard the Alliance for a quick meeting, repairs and refueling will take place. Firecracker clear.


    Josch opened up his comms to Kasha, “WILCO, Firecracker. I’ll see you on the Allegiance’s deck.” He intentionally over emphasized the vessel’s name to see if his fellow Merc would pick up on it. He then followed the order, set down the Arrow near the red-headed Squadron Leader’s X-wing, and dismounted, leaving his helmet behind.

    Confidently he walked up to her, snapped to attention, and rendered a quick salute. “You wanted to talk to me, Captain?” he asked with a sly grin.

    TAG: @Bravo @Sith-I-5 @JediFalcon @Bardan_Jusik @kommando104 @SWBob @tyratoku
  8. kommando104 Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Apr 27, 2013
    star 1
    IC: Salmakk Neot
    Crashed Shuttle, Port Haven

    "That's either your stomach, or we are about to have company."

    He had to admit, he was a bit hungry. Then the source of the noise became apparent. Salmakk watched as the Eta-2 flew toward their ship and began to land. Surely the Empire isn’t still running those.

    Not wanting to take an eye off of their new guest, Salmakk put a hand on the grip of his E-11, but didn’t level it at the ship.

    "Armoury time." She bolted back into the ship.

    Salmakk had to stifle a chuckle. “Dear,” he turned his head to call back into the shuttle, “I don’t think the Empire operates these ships anymore. They go all the way back to the Clone Wars. Besides, if the pilot wanted us dead they would have killed us from the sky. I don’t think the pilot is here for a bout of fisticuffs.” Salmakk turned back to watch the ship. He was fairly certain in his assumptions, but there was always room for doubt. He decided to give a friendly wave with his left hand, and his right hand firmly planted on the grip of the E-11 at his side.


    Tag: @Sith-I-5
    Last edited by kommando104, Sep 5, 2013
  9. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    IC: Captain Timothy Stakes
    Bridge, King II-class Battleship Allegiance, Outskirts of Whendyll System

    Moments after Stakes' Orders...as if reliving moments of a past that one doesn't remember until now...

    "All Jod and friendly forces, you are to halt your progression immediately! As the ranking officer here, I am assuming full authority of this mission; authorization code Delta-Delta-Tango-One. You will find a Royal Order attached to that authorization code from the Royal House less then two hours ago All Jod vessels, you are bound by oath to obey," Stakes all but snapped out. For a Jod Military Force naval vessel such as the House of Vimal---with such a military record of excellence---to do such a thing was unthinkable in the standard chain of command in the JMF; Stakes calmed himself, "All forces, you are to withdraw upon the Allegiance. Data information is being sent to your nav computers now. Friendly forces---I'm assuming the Mercs---you may follow or risk your own lives.

    With the communications ended, Stakes looked over to comm, "Communications, trace that communication from Jason Lasso. I want a direct line immediately. We may only have one shot at this."

    "Yes, Captain," the comms officer said, then after a moment said, "Link established. You'll have to make it quick."

    Stakes nodded, "Captain Jason Lasso, this is Captain Timothy Stakes of the Allegiance, King II-class Battleship for the Kingdom of Jod. How do you copy?"

    There was a long moment of pause...too long. Then a static filled the comms and---

    "This is Jason Lasso! Where you guys been? We are ready to blaze trails out of here!"

    Stakes closed his eyes for a moment in regret. But if the message he had just received from the House of Royal Intelligence regarding three ImpStar I's just outside of the system on alert status, then Stakes had to do what he had to do. If they advanced, leaving the Eleventh Hour as a rear guard, then the 3 ImpStars would would sweep through the Light and pin the Jod and Mercs between them, an Imperial blockade, and Port Haven. It would be the perfect trap and there would be no escape. Stakes opened his eyes.

    "We're not, Captain. I'm sorry. Your on your own. Like Fiery Stars. Allegiance clear."

    Stakes signaled to comms and the comms were cut.

    "Captain!" The Sensor Officer barked, "The House of---"

    "Is being engaged and deploying fighters," Stakes finished for sensors without needing to hear anymore, "Damn prideful bastards! Hom bring us about to Port Haven, full Red Space jump. Alert all commands to the same. Deploy a quarter of our fighter complimnt and our squadron of blast boats for atmosphere entry. Gunnery, alert o all directions of incoming enemy action. We'll be between a rock and a hard place. I want the Eleventh Hour and DD to hold up our rear formation; provide two starfighter squadrons in support. Hanger, deploy a shuttle under escort to Lasso's signal. We will have one shot at this. Okay...jump!"

    Soon, Red Space consumed them for a few brief seconds then Port Haven appeared. Stakes jumped on the comm, "All Jod and Merc commands, deploy everything you have. Hold nothing back. Elventh Hour and DD, hold the rear. Be aware of possible ImpStar reinforcements. WE are sending two squadrons in support. All forces, zone in on Lasso's signal. We are launching a rescue shuttle with starfighter escort...destroy anything that gets in their way. Stakes out."

    "Captain," Commander Hilton said, "We have a Imperial Heavy Cruiser heading for us."

    "Helm, adjust course. Bottom batteries focus on ground support roles. All other guns, take that heavy cruiser out of the picture. All batteries, open fire once in range. Missiles, everything. All defense starfighter squadrons, screen our blind and weak spots. Shields to full. Communications, jam their communications. Fire at will."

    So this was how it would be. A race to the death before the 3 ImpStars entered range. So head-on-head, heavy cruiser verses a Battleship. The victor would come to whom got in the first few deadly punches...


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    OOG: I will be getting a post up for Jason Lasso tomorrow. Sith, you have forced my hand. Damn you man, damn you... :p
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  10. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    OOC: OOG: This is a joint post between CPL_Macja and me. Enjoy :)

    IC: Fress Colias and Josch Decinchi
    Allegiance, Hangar Bay, Whendyll system outskirts

    “You wanted to talk to me, Captain?”

    Fress looked at Xan and her jaw just about dropped while her cheeks warmed up with a slight blush. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and to get a handle on her emotions. "Lieutenant," she glanced at the ears and noticed they were pointy as what she remembered what the older Brice commented about Keira's ears and how she had her fathers. She blushed again as she looked at Xan and grinned. "Have any Force visions lately?" She wanted to add about us but didn't want to accidentally scare him off in case he wasn't the one. But over the unit he started flirting with her first by calling her honey and she called him sweetheart.

    Josch noticed the rosieness of her cheeks that she was trying to hide. He opened himself to the Force and got the distinct impression that she was hiding something. Then again, so was he. The other thing he picked up on was the similarity of the feeling he got from both the mystery woman and her in the Force.

    He didn't know exactly how but he knew the were one in the same. Why he didn't figure it out before was a mystery to him. Either way he decided to have a little more fun with her.

    "To have Force Visions one would have to be Jedi. Do you think that I'm a Jedi?" He asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.

    Fress raised an eyebrow in his direction. She opened herself to the Force and felt like he was hiding something as well like she was. She felt it from the Force that he was the one from her dreams. "Are you? I can sense you're hiding like I am," she gave a silky smirk waiting for him to deny it. "Don't try to lie, I can sense lies through the Force."

    She's a feisty one. I like that.

    "Of course I have something to hide, don't we all?"

    Fress knew they were dancing around each other and he wasn't one for giving his information away easily. She hated beating it around the bush. "Maybe a distraction will be in order," she gave a sly smile and quick wink as Saber beeped at her. She glanced down at the translator.

    //X-wing is refueled and ready for battle. Missiles are restocked, minor damage to the wing is repaired.//

    "Good work Saber, thanks," Fress answered with a smile. She glanced at Xan. "I've had Saber since the Clone Wars."

    //Can I flirt with Navi now?//

    "Saber you're not going to flirt with his droid, we have bigger fish to fry at the moment," Fress answered with a frown and shook her head. "Out of curiosity. why did you start flirting with me at the beginning of the battle?"

    Two can play this game sweetheart.

    "Well, to be honest with you, I've been thinking about you, a lot, since we were running the pilot sims before you left on your recruitment tour. I realized that there was something between us when I couldn't get you off my mind. I guess absence really does make the heart grow fonder."

    Josch knew he was laying it on thick but he was having fun. Not wanting to over do it he turned his attention to their current third wheel. "Hey Saber, if you want to flirt with Navi it can be arranged. She could use a good flirt."

    He then turned back to Fress. "So there you have it Cap, my secret is out. Now what do you have locked away in that beautiful mind of yours?"

    "You have a crush on me, how cute," Fress gave a smirk as she stepped closer to him and kissed him right on the mouth with fiery passion. She didn't think she would kiss another man till now, but never say never. She pulled back with a small smile as Saber whistled in alarm. "What are you going to do about that, fly boy?"

    “Cute?” Josch started, “I don’t do…” but his comment was interrupted by Fress pressing her lips passionately to his. From the moment their lips touched to when they parted, the galaxy seemed to freeze in place. Time seemed to stop, and the two of them could almost live, in that moment. One of his tutors called it experiencing a perfect moment in time.

    “We've discovered that a single moment in time can be a universe in itself, full of powerful forces.” Jian told her young pupil, “Most people aren't aware enough of the now to even notice.”

    The kiss made him forget all about all the other kisses he had ever experienced. In his mind he knew that since the invention of the kiss, there had only been five kisses that were rated the most passionate. This one left them all behind. The small smile that she gave him was the picture perfect match to the mystery woman’s smile. It told him that she was the one.

    “This is what I am going to do about it,” he gestured ever so slightly with his right hand, Force Pulling her back into his arms, “What do you think that means, dreamgirl?” he asked with a wink.

    Fress looked into his eyes after being Force pulled into his and saw the universe in them causing her heart to skip a few beats. She knew this was the man the Force had shown her in her visions. She gave a mischief smile as she deliberately ran her hand up his chest slowly working herself free from his grasp. She could sense this would be a maddening tease as she slipped from his arms breaking herself free. She felt like she had known him her whole life instead of just a hours. "I have a pretty good idea of what it means. What do you think it means?"

    Josch returned her mischievous smile with one of his own. "I think it means that if we play our cards right we are going to have a long time to get to know one another." He took one of her hands into his own. Gently he brought the back of it up to his lips and kissed it ever so lightly.

    Suddenly the moment was interrupted by a fleet wide broadcast, "All Jod and Merc commands, deploy everything you have. Hold nothing back. Elventh Hour and DD, hold the rear. Be aware of possible ImpStar reinforcements. WE are sending two squadrons in support. All forces, zone in on Lasso's signal. We are launching a rescue shuttle with starfighter escort...destroy anything that gets in their way. Stakes out."

    Josch looked at Fress with an irked expression on his face, "But I guess that will have to wait until later, Ma'am." Once again he snapped to attention and rendered a quick salute. As he turned to head back to his fighter he paused after a few steps and looked back at her, "By the way, the name is Josch. I'm not a Jedi, but have been trained in their arts by my father who was one." He turned away with a wink and rushed back to his fighter shouting 'May the Force be with you' over his shoulder as he stepped off.

    //May the Force be with you, Josch, and the name is Fress,// Fress shot back with a small smile. He was under an alias as well, she knew she could trust him with her real name. She ran to her fighter and mounted the ladder. It was a good thing she had the fuel topped or she would be in trouble while rescuing Lasso. She pulled the helmet on and sat down in the seat bringing the engines off stand by. "This is Firecracker, on Lasso's signal let's clear him a path to escape. Mac you're flying wing with me."

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  11. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Corporal Johnny Morris (SCA), Mary Formal, Nu-class shuttle, Trixie Belle, crashed Sentinel-class landing craft
    Location: Port Haven jungle


    Like his fellow Strategic Command Army trooper, Johnny was clad all in black, fabric and semi-amour, visored helmet with white stripes to denote his Corporal rank. Other ranks had different colour stripes on black helmets.

    Okay, we’re down.

    He watched as his companion brought out a Kingdom of Jod coin to flip to decide which of them would run outside and check out the locals.
    “What are you doing with coins? We are not supposed to have anything that identifies us as Kingdom of Jod.”

    “I was at the vending machine when the Lasso transmission came through. What am I supposed to do, empty my pockets on the flight deck before boarding?”

    Johnny sighed heavily. “You’re on a charge, soldier. Dammit. I just fogged my visor up from the inside. You got a tissue?”

    “Well, not if I’m on a charge, no.” The other seated warrior countered, reasonably.

    “Fine.” Morris conceded. “You are not on a charge. Now gimme a flimsy-wipe.”

    There was a crash outside, and the deck shuddered under his boots.

    Pushing his misted visor up, Morris could see orange flames licking upwards from the treeline beyond the pilot’s head.

    “What the hell was that?”

    We just lost an escort. The other reports that ground elements are coming through the jungle towards us. We are minutes from this becoming a hot zone.

    “Okay, forget the coin.” The SCA corporal stood from his bench, grabbing for his A280 blaster rifle. “Open up, I’ll do it.”

    Light and moist warm air flooded into the cramped atrium below the pilot cabin in the two deck command pod, as the boarding ramp set down, and Morris stepped out find himself less than a hundred metres from a salmon-coloured Mon Calamari – if he was any judge – in casual spacer gear.

    The alien made a friendly wave with his webbed left hand, while the other hand stayed on the E-11 blaster carbine at his side.

    Morris waved back, calling, “Kingdom of Jod retrieval team. We have a ship in orbit, but it can probably only hold out another seven minutes. If you are opponents of the Empire, we are here to rescue you. Hope you have good balance.”

    That last was directed to the runway formed by the flattened trees that separated him and the crashed ship.
    Although strong enough to support the larger ships, as far as people were concerned, it was far from a solid surface. More like a leafy horizontal pipes all facing in the same direction.

    Blinking perspiration from his eyes, he could see deep fissures between the top-most layer. One slip and one could snap limbs hitting and bouncing off tree trunks before eventually hitting the true jungle floor.

    The ambient noise of the environment was split by the chatter of the Nu’s defensive guns opening up on a pair of TIE that were getting too inquisitive.

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    Sentinel-class armoury

    Cornering fast into the armoury, Mary also availed herself with an E-11 off the weapon rack, and put a belt of the energy packs over her head, and put an arm through the circle to wear as a diagonal bandolier. The thud of some sort of impact outside shook the shelves before and behind her.

    A couple of pockets on the flightsuit bulged with thermal detonators or grenades. She could find out later, which was which.

    Dear,” Salmakk's voice followed her into the shuttle, “I don’t think the Empire operates these ships anymore. They go all the way back to the Clone Wars. Besides, if the pilot wanted us dead they would have killed us from the sky. I don’t think the pilot is here for a bout of fisticuffs.

    That sounded logical. But then again, maybe they wanted to see the whites of their eyes, the yellows in Salmakk's case, before they killed them. Still, her idea with the E-11, had been to lay down some suppression fire, long enough to melt into the jungle.

    Stepping out of the armoury, she eyed the PLX-4.

    Do you think we will need the rocket-launcher?

    Tag: @Salmakk




    IC: Commander Phoomi, Nebulon-B escort frigate Tango
    Location: two star systems over from Port Haven


    Phoomi breathed a sigh of relief as her frigate made it to hyperspace.

    She had swept through the battle zone, picking up the Hard Eight in her tractors, taking in her remaining Gorax Squadron V-Wings, picking up the survivors of Delta Flight, including arresting the spinning of Kefler's spinning TIE fighter - the Ace was welcome on her bridge if he hadn't been reduced to just bony mush in his suit now - and surprise of sur-fragging-prises, several Zero-Gee spacetroopers that had clamped onto the blackened, barely intact wreck of an HT-2200 transport that looked like it had choked on a squarial.

    There had been one life sign still aboard, after she had collected the Zero-Gees, but then the large battlecruiser had started up her long-range fire mission, fireballs blossoming across the heavens as the TIE reinforcements fell prey, and Phoomi had decided to get the frak out of there.

    Starlines appeared ahead, shortening to the dark heavens of the rendezvous point, where, the welcome sight of two regal-white Imperial Star Destroyers dominated the view.

    "Commander, receiving a transmission." ComScan reported.

    "My chair." She walked back to her seat, sat down, and toggled the comlink button on her armrest.

    "Admiral Thaw here, aboard the Tion'ad Gar Buir. From the lack of a captured vessel, I assume things did not go well. Where are the rest of you?"

    Phoomi raised her eyebrows. "Where are the rest of us? Where are the rest of you? Captain Sard said there would be five Star Destroyers."

    "We could only scrounge three ships at short notice, and Resolute, I had to send to Phaeda in response to some emergency. Now that you are here, we can back her up."

    Phoomi kissed her teeth over the line. "Actually, Admiral. That may not be possible."

    "Spit it out, Commander."

    She silently cursed the saber guard. "The Emperor's Hand on Port Haven has demanded that we go back to help reinforce her blockade. There are significant Jod elements in-system, Admiral. At least two capital ships of 450m in length, and one cruiser comparable in size to an ImpStar."

    "How in Flamewind does a Hand...of course, he or she is a Hand. This Force thing must have told them. Alright, what is your status, Commander?"

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    IC: SCA Lieutenant Lotus, Sentinel-class landing craft, Burn Notice
    Location: Port Haven east coast

    Lotus ran his eyes over the readouts of his sensor suite for the relative positions of friendly and opposition elements.

    The space around the source of the Lasso transmission, an un-inhabited volcanic island in the grey seas east of the Port Haven pirate settlement, was becoming busy with Imperial and Jod assets.

    The Sentinel was one of two in the convoy behind the leading Nu-class shuttles, with Eta-2 Actis fighters on both sides riding escort.

    Other parts of the ocean, other fliers, the black silhouetted triangles of Imperial Dropship Transports, or IDTs, could be seen skimming the wavetops were out to their right, speeding towards the same location.

    Soon, they would be in range of each other.

    Be a bit like jousting.

    Tag: @Lasso, Imps, @Taab
  12. kommando104 Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Apr 27, 2013
    star 1
    IC: Cain Varss
    Hanger: Snap Dragon, Whendyll System outskirts

    Hearing Fress’s order over his comlink and the Snap Dragon’s quick entrance and reversal from hyperspace meant Cain needed to get back into the fight.

    Cain climbed into the cockpit of the borrowed ARC-170. The Jod had been nice enough to lend him an astromech with the fighter. Cain slid into the cockpit and donned his helmet and gloves then snapped himself into the restraints. He hit the button to close the canopy.

    He started the systems and did a quick pre-flight check list and found everything satisfactory. He made note that the droid’s designation was R2-0D, not caring too much. Cain didn’t much care for droids beyond their mechanical usefulness.

    “R2-0D, start the repulsors and engines. Open up comms to Snap Dragon so we can depart and get in this fight.”

    //You are not my master.// scrolled across the ships screen.

    Cain sighed. This is why he didn’t like droids. Whoever programmed loyalty into them should be shot.

    “Do what I say, R2-0D. I was lent use of you and this starfighter.”

    //On whose authority?//

    “Did they put a restraining bolt on you?”

    //No restraining bolt can contain me.//

    “I guess I’ll just have to eject you into space and pick up a new astromech.”

    //I am not yours to space.//

    “But I can do it nevertheless.” I hate droids.

    //Message received. What is your name?//

    “Cain Varss. Callsign Cochise. Have my callsign broadcasted in the targeting data on this fighter. Also, keep that back turret powered down until we need it. I'd prefer to put the extra energy into our forward cannons.”

    The droid chirped in affirmation and Cain didn’t need to read the ‘affirmative’ that was to follow.

    Snap Dragon, this is Cochise of Guardian Squadron. Thanks for the starfighter. Requesting permission to launch.”

    Cain was ready to kick in the repulsors and gun it out, but he thought it would be better to wait for permission. He didn't want to launch into traffic. As he waited he marveled the blue and green sphere. The colors of the world were only broken up by various cloud formations in the atmosphere. Cain had not been to many tropical locals and he always enjoyed the way they looked from space, though he knew the chaos that must have been going on planet side. He was thankful to be relatively safe, even if it was only for the moment.

    Tag: @Falcon
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    IC: Salmakk Neot
    Crashed Shuttle, Port Haven

    Kingdom of Jod retrieval team. We have a ship in orbit, but it can probably only hold out another seven minutes. If you are opponents of the Empire, we are here to rescue you. Hope you have good balance.”

    Salmakk heard and saw the defensive guns of the shuttle aiming at a pair of TIEs that were making a move. He wanted to take a moment to think whether or not it was wise to jump in a shuttle from this kingdom he had never heard of, but he didn’t have time. Frag it, this is our only shot.

    Salmakk shouted out to the stranger. "We're on our way!"

    Do you think we will need the rocket-launcher?

    Only if you can run quickly with that heavy thing over uneven terrain. They’re offering us a lift out of here and Imperial forces are almost on top of us. We need to move now!” He barked trying to convey urgency.

    “Ladies first, I’ll be right behind you.” There was some chivalrous intent behind his words, but he also didn’t want his old bones and joints to slow her down.


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  13. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    IC: Tom Rompkins

    Snap Dragon, this is Cochise of Guardian Squadron. Thanks for the starfighter. Requesting permission to launch.”

    Tom nodded to the communications officer with a short nod. "Clearance granted."

    "Snap Dragon to Cochise, permission granted to launch."

    "Vimal is way to reckless and will get us all killed without a plan," Tom muttered under his breath. "Signaled the squadron and launch on my mark."

    "Yes Major."

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  14. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Captain Jim Palso, Chief Engineer Tim Williams, Main Hangar, Delicate Delinquent
    Location: Whendyll System outskirts


    Like many beings of Palso's acquaintance, he was no great fan of a person answering a question with another question. And this one was a puzzler.

    The Typhon character had looked at the fellow with the blonde locks, then back at him. "I have absolutely no idea what is going on or where anything is. A bit of navigational help would be much appreciated."

    "I'm sorry, what sort of question is that?" Jim shook his head in confusion. "What are you talking, you want a guided tour of this deck, or you want to know how to get to the Allegiance?"

    Something bright in his peripheral vision drew his gaze towards the internal blast doors, where an old guy in indecently orange overalls and a black tool belt around his waist, clomped in on heavy boots. He had a heavy blaster rifle slung over his left shoulder.

    "Chief." Palso greeted.

    "Captain." The newcomer looked at Kilo and Jensen. "Gentlebeings, I am Chief Engineer Tim Williams, second-in-command aboard this fine ship. Which of you two needed refuelling?" He then turned to Wolf. "Commander. So what was that you said about Alderaan being destroyed?"

    Palso snapped his head around in shock. "Wa-wa-wait, Alder-" He paused, then remembered his history, being from the future and all. "Oh yeah, that happened. Carry on."

    Tag: @Kilo, @Jensen, @Wolf

    OOC: New players, just so you know, Palso is Bravo's npc, from another game he played in, which was a bit ahead of us, in timeline. Alderaan's end has only just occurred in the game, though not everyone knows yet.
  15. tyratoku Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    May 10, 2005
    star 1
    IC: Kilo "Zulu" Typhon
    Location: Delicate Delinquent Hangar Bay


    "I'm sorry, what sort of question is that?" Captain Palso looked at Kilo in confusion. "What are you talking, you want a guided tour of this deck, or you want to know how to get to the Allegiance?"

    Kilo felt himself smile and scratched at the stubble on his chin. Before he could reply, a senior Engineer made his way toward them. Senior in the way of obviously being important, judging by the swagger in his walk and the way the still-lingering security soldiers regarded his sudden appearance.

    "Chief." Captain Palso said in greeting.

    "Captain." The newcomer looked at Kilo and Jensen. "Gentlebeings, I am Chief Engineer Tim Williams, second-in-command aboard this fine ship. Which of you two needed refuelling?"

    Kilo looked back at his X-Wing and saw that Sev was slowly rotating his dome back and forth. The orange and black droid certainly had a unique personality, to be sure.

    The Atzerrian turned to face the Captain again and said, "Tour or ride doesn't matter to me," he said sarcastically. "But it sounds like I could be of use more on the Allegiance rather than here finding out where your mess hall is. But that's all up to you."

    Tag: @Sith-I-5 , @Falcon , @SWBob
  16. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    IC: Wolf
    Delicate Delinquent

    "Commander. So what was that you said about Alderaan being destroyed?"

    Palso snapped his head around in shock."Wa-wa-wait, Alder-" He paused, then remembered his history, being from the future and all. "Oh yeah, that happened. Carry on."

    Wolf shook his head sadly. He could scarcely believe it. "Fress said the Empire blew up her home planet. Fress was born on Alderaan. I don't know any other details then that, but if it's true then the Empire has a weapon out there that should've never been built in the first place." He raised an eyebrow in Palso's direction wondering what he knew exactly if he was here on the Delinquent the entire time. "You've been here on the Delinquent the entire time it happened. If you know it happened, then you know what the weapon's name is, don't you?"

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    OOG: Sorry couldn't resist.
  17. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Captain Jim Palso, Chief Williams, DD hangar bay
    Location: same place really


    Wolf shook his head sadly. "Fress said the Empire blew up her home planet. Fress was born on Alderaan. I don't know any other details then that, but if it's true then the Empire has a weapon out there that should've never been built in the first place."

    Now hearing the information properly, and having time to absorb it. His fase went ashen. "I'm an engineer, and that seems impossible. The physics involved." His voice tailed off for several seconds, then he looked up. "If that is true, we will have to make an announcement to the crew."

    Wolf raised an eyebrow in Palso's direction wondering what he knew exactly if he was here on the 'Delinquent the entire time. "You've been here on the Delinquent the entire time it happened. If you know it happened, then you know what the weapon's name is, don't you?"

    Jim briefly considering a quip, but this was serious. "It was called the, the Death Star. It was a moon-sized battle station that a Governor Tarkin had constructed."

    "Ah, come on, you are making things up now." Williams objected.

    Kilo spoke up. "Tour or ride doesn't matter to me, but it sounds like I could be of use more on the Allegiance rather than here finding out where your mess hall is. But that's all up to you."

    "I got a call on the way down here. Allegiance has changed her mind and jumped in after the House of Vimal." He shrugged. "We are staying up here with the Eleventh Hour. If either of you can operate a quad-laser, we have immediate need of a gunner, but if you want to stay with your ships, refuel them and stay inside the hangar on alert status till we need you."

    Tag: @Wolf, @Kilo
  18. SWBob Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 19, 2003
    star 4
    IC: Jensen Visak
    Location: Hanger of the DD

    Jensen listened to the exchange between the people who shared the hanger with him. The commander got an all clear on himself and Kilo, just as a man walked off of an old beat up YT transport. Right after he introduced himself as Jim Palso, another man, an engineer by the name of Williams, asked whose ship needed refueling.

    "That would be mine. Pushed her pretty hard out there."

    Before the engineer got a chance to answer, a voice come over the comms announcing that the Allegiance was moving to support the House of Vimal. the captain of the YT turned to him and Kilo and then asked, "I got a call on the way down here. Allegiance has changed her mind and jumped in after the House of Vimal." He shrugged. "We are staying up here with the Eleventh Hour. If either of you can operate a quad-laser, we have immediate need of a gunner, but if you want to stay with your ships, refuel them and stay inside the hangar on alert status till we need you."

    Jensen pondered this for a second. I hate to leave my ship here, but if they need me as a gunner, I should probably go where I am most needed. Plus I don't think Kasha will be in much of a meeting mood with the battle going on and all. "I'm a pretty good shot with a turret, I'll join you. But I think we should bring Rex, my R2. He's good with repairs and interfacing computers to run diagnostics. And I'm sad to admit, he's basically the only family I got left. It doesn't feel right leaving him here by himself. Will that be a problem?"

    TAG: @Falcon @Sith-I-5 @tyratoku anyone else involved
  19. tyratoku Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    May 10, 2005
    star 1
    IC: Kilo "Zulu" Typhon
    Location: Delicate Delinquent Hangar Bay


    Kilo bit his lip as the rest of the group delved into a short conversation about the destruction of Alderaan. While the rest of the group could hardly believe the notion that a large space station could utterly destroy an entire planet, Kilo simply waited the conversation out.

    He knew the Death Star was real. The memory came back in a flash...

    "Kilo! Kilo!" the other student called. Kilo halted mid-stride in a dormitory hallway of the Corellian Imperial Academy. "Kilo, you gotta see this. Come on."

    "What is it? I'm on my way to-" Kilo asked hesitantly.

    "Who cares? You can eat later. Check this out."

    Kilo slowly stepped through the doorway into the other student's private quarters and waited for the door to hiss shut behind him.

    The other student smiled enthusiastically, "The future of the Empire," he said as he pulled out a datapad. On it was a series of pictures that Kilo fought hard to fathom. An impossibly large space station, with data readouts and power projections that completely baffled the young student.

    "How-?"

    "My dad," the other student grinned. "A senior supervisor over some of the slaves working on it. Gave this 'pad to me as a birthday present. My old man. What a guy."

    What a guy, indeed, Kilo reflected as the memory disappeared as the others started to speak again.

    "I got a call on the way down here. Allegiance has changed her mind and jumped in after the House of Vimal." Captain Palso shrugged. "We are staying up here with the Eleventh Hour. If either of you can operate a quad-laser, we have immediate need of a gunner, but if you want to stay with your ships, refuel them and stay inside the hangar on alert status till we need you."

    Before Kilo could respond, the other pilot, Jensen, spoke, "I'm a pretty good shot with a turret, I'll join you. But I think we should bring Rex, my R2. He's good with repairs and interfacing computers to run diagnostics. And I'm sad to admit, he's basically the only family I got left. It doesn't feel right leaving him here by himself. Will that be a problem?"

    Kilo grinned. "I can't leave my little droid either," he looked at Jensen. "Good choice. Make sure you don't shoot me down." Kilo turned back to Captain Palso. "Send me out into space, Cap'n. I'm certainly not the best flyer, but I'll do my best."

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  20. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: SG-12, Mekuun Hoverscout
    Location: Port Haven


    The view from the military hovercraft changed as it finally cleared the ravine, the steep banks on both sides falling away as the craft emerged into the western coastal waters, pushing out a crescent of grey and white bubbling wash as it steered hard to the left to take them back to the levelled settlement that had been the Mercs' home base for so many years.

    There was a thrumm of nearby repulsor engines that shook the hoverscout's interior.

    SG-12 pushed himself off the console. "There is my ride. If I cannot capture this Lasso character of yours, I shall endeavour at least to delay his extraction."

    He headed past Jade and Benny, and as he ducked through the exit, Force lifted the item he had purchased for her on Malastare, and placed it in her lap. "Brought that for you. I'll understand if you don't want to open it in the middle of an operation."

    The Saber Guard stepped out into the spray flecked skirts and outer hull, and looked up at the open passenger area of the Imperial Dropship Transport hovering above.

    A kneeling stormtrooper leaned down, and grasped his upstretched fist, helping the Force User up into the IDT, SG-12 scrabbling away from the edge as the IDT banked away hard from the Hoverscout, picking up altitude to rise over the cliff and the still-smoking jungle.

    Tag: Mara Jade
  21. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    IC: Wolf
    Delicate Delinquent outskirts of the whendyll system

    "The Death Star?" Wolf questioned with a seroious expression. "Sounds like something Palpatine will choose for a name."

    "I'm a pretty good shot with a turret, I'll join you. But I think we should bring Rex, my R2. He's good with repairs and interfacing computers to run diagnostics. And I'm sad to admit, he's basically the only family I got left. It doesn't feel right leaving him here by himself. Will that be a problem?"

    "That's fine, I'll show you where the turret is in a minute," Wolf answered with a smirk as he thought about his friend Rex from the clone wars. He looked at the other new comer wondering if he was thinking the same thing or not. "And what about you? Space or turrets?"

    Kilo grinned. "I can't leave my little droid either," he looked at Jensen. "Good choice. Make sure you don't shoot me down." Kilo turned back to Captain Palso. "Send me out into space, Cap'n. I'm certainly not the best flyer, but I'll do my best."

    "Before we do that, we should refuel your fighter and check for repairs," Wolf commented with a frown as he glanced at Kilo. "I believe that is the reason you landed in the first place, was it not?" he reminded the pilot with a frown.

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  22. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Sal Brooks (npc), Snow White HT-2200
    Location: Port Haven battle zone, among wreckage of April Dancer


    Sal Brookes was now fully awake and aware that he was in deep trouble.

    He had awoken strapped in the gunner's chair in the HT-2200's turret, and a quck check had revealed that not only was the circular hatch in the floor sealed, separating him from the rest of the Snow White, but the the pads of his fingertips had tried to stick to the chilled metal, which told him the rest of the freighter was open to space.

    There had clearly been an explosion on the Dawn Treader as they had flown close. He was not yet aware that the entire destroyer had been, well, destroyed.

    He had been unable to raise anyone on the internal comlink, which meant it was either out, or Captain Kospi and the Ryn were dead, or de-commissioned.

    Sal had dealt with his immediate crisis, which was a micro-fissure in the hull leaking atmosphere, sealing it with the foam hull sealant that he had found in one of three apparently featureless aluminium canisters clipped to the bulkhead.

    Perhaps the Tiss'shar captain could tell the damn things apart, but the first canister he had sprayed on the visible crack had had the pungent stink of a fire extinguisher while it covered the fissure with white powder.

    The second canister, equally useless for hull repair, had turned out to be liquid cheese.

    A reptilian race that likes liquid cheese. Who knew?

    The third canister had been the right one. Was it a physical law that its always the last choice that you try?

    Sal sprayed some more cheese into his mouth, set the canister beside him on the deck where he was kneeling, and set about trying to interface the energy pack from his blaster with the targeting sensor suite.

    If he got it working, and manipulated how it worked, he might be able to use it to broadcast a distress signal to the rest of the Mercs.

    "All Jod and Merc commands, deploy everything you have. Hold nothing back. Elventh Hour and DD, hold the rear. Be aware of possible ImpStar reinforcements. WE are sending two squadrons in support. All forces, zone in on Lasso's signal. We are launching a rescue shuttle with starfighter escort...destroy anything that gets in their way. Stakes out." Burst from the comlink nestled in the worn seat next to him.

    Or, I could just use the comlink. He hadn't been able to raise anyone on it before, but this received message upped his chances of reaching someone.

    He snatched up the communicator, "This is Sal Brookes adrift in the Snow Queen without power. Red Zero, Red Zero, request immediate extraction."
    'Red Zero' was a GAR distress code, and frankly, the only universally-accepted one that he knew.

    Tag: Anyone listening
  23. Bardan_Jusik Mand'alor - Manager of the EUC, SWC and Spinoffs

    Manager
    Member Since:
    Dec 14, 2009
    star 9
    OOC: Catching myself up a bit here. Hopefully I haven't skipped anything too important.

    IC: Warren Kefler (EC-87-5) (NPC)
    TIE cockpit, Battle of the Whendyll System

    This should be easy Kefler thought to himself as he and Six bracket the Dunelizard that soon filled their windscreens. It wasn't a front line fighter, and though it had shields and a decent weapons suite, it was no match for Imperial TIE fighters, especially when controlled by highly trained Imperial pilots. But the Dunelizard didn't go down without a fight, though it was just prolonging the inevitable. Soon it would die, and Kefler would be able to look for new targets for his vengeance.

    "When we finish him off we fly BARCAP around the Hard Eight." he sent out to his wingmate.

    "As ord..." she started to reply when the Dunelizard did something completely unexpected, and to Kefler undreamed of with such a craft. The snap-turn turned the tables on the pair of TIEs as the hunter now became the hunted.

    "Break, break," Kefler called out, but it was too late. Twin arrows of crimson light neatly bisected Six's cockpit ball, incinerating her and blowing her craft apart. Wreckage of it collided with Kefler's crate causing it to tumble and spin out of control. He slammed his head against the bulkhead, glad for the protection it offered. Still he was seeing more stars out there than there should have been. Fighting to retain consciousness, he looked at the control panel, trying to bring the craft trying to regain some semblence of control, but it was a no go. The engines were stuck now in a hard left turn, and he was missing one of his wing panels. Blinking away cobwebs he saw every indicator light was flashing red at him, though somehow the craft had maintained basic hull integrity.

    The Dunelizard was no where to be seen now, leaving him to take on more dangerous prey no doubt. Kefler briefly considered pulling the loud handle and ejecting from his stricken craft, but he didn't. He would rather die quickly when his engines overloaded and exploded than of exposure and cold in the vacuum of space when his life support ran out.

    The ship shuddered again. This time more gently as the hull glowed a soft blue. Tractor beam. Kefler shut down his engines and giving into the darkness, he fell unconscious.




    IC: Beskaryc Taab
    Calm waters of Port Haven

    "That'll do skipper, that'll do," Taab murmured as Lasso wrapped up his short message to whoever was engaged in battle out there in the outskirts of the system. They still weren't sure who it was, but at least they were no friends of the Empire. At the moment, with their group trapped planet side that was all that mattered.

    He turned away fro a moment, running another 360 degree scan with his HUD. The sensors aboard the submersible should alert them to anyone coming their way, but Taab liked to trust to his own sensors. Satisfied that nothing was pursuing them at the moment he reflected on the calm seas the vessel found itself in.

    They were out of view of land now, and if Taab didn't know any better the whole planet was like this. He had been to so many worlds in his career. From Tatooine to Rhen Var, Kashyyyk to Geonosis. And he had been to those worlds that were primarily water too. Dac came to mind as of course did Kamino. No world was like Kamino had been...

    "We're not, Captain. I'm sorry. Your on your own. Like Fiery Stars. Allegiance clear."

    Taab came out of his reverie in time to hear the last part of the Skipper's conversation. "We going to be having company anytime soon Skip? Or should we submerge for a bit and stay out of the way?"




    Atin Taab
    Crusader

    With the Eleventh Hour's reluctance to let his ship aboard Atin had eventually settled her down in the hanger deck of the larger battleship, alongside many of his fellow squadron mates. But rather get involved with what they were doing he set to the task of getting the Crusader back into fighting form. The break in the fighting would allow a chance for the shields to reinitialize, when they went back out there they would be at full strength. For his part Atin was supervising the loading of new warheads into the ships missile magazine.

    He had hoped that Mr. Jeth could oversee the refueling process (something that really shouldn't have been going on at the same time as a munitions transfer), but he had disappeared back into the Crusader's crew quarters. Atin was pretty sure he was taking a nap. In any case, the Jod deck crew seemed to know its business and the Crusader's tanks were topped off rather quickly. It wasn't something that needed to be done, but Atin would rather have it and not need it, than need it and not have it.

    With that done, the Mandalorian gave some thought to offloading his passengers. The mother and child had secured themselves in the ship's lounge during the fighting and hadn't made a peep, allowing Atin and Jeth to concentrate on fighting the ship. They had proven themselves worthy to stay aboard when the fighting started up again. Besides, they were placed in his care, he would finish the job of protecting them and delivering them to the Johnny Boy without outside help.

    A call came through his headset.

    "All Jod and Merc commands, deploy everything you have. Hold nothing back. Elventh Hour and DD, hold the rear. Be aware of possible ImpStar reinforcements. WE are sending two squadrons in support.
    All forces, zone in on Lasso's signal. We are launching a rescue shuttle with starfighter escort...destroy anything that gets in their way. Stakes out."

    Atin took of the headset now and unclipped his buy'ce from his belt. Activating it's systems he placed that over his head, he would go into battle fully prepared this time. The deck crew cleared the way around his ship and once aboard he signaled down to Jeth. But no words were necessary, the Arkanian was already strapping himself into the lower quad turret. Good, they would be ready to fight the moment they launched, Atin would activate the upper mount's droid brain once they were clear of the hanger. He brought the replusor lifts to standby and awaited orders from Firecracker.

    "This is Firecracker, on Lasso's signal let's clear him a path to escape. Mac you're flying wing with me."

    "Scorch acknowledges. Ready to rock."




    IC: Captain John Hickory (NPC)
    Kingdom's Navy Vessel Eleventh Hour, Whendyll System Outskirts

    "All Jod and Merc commands, deploy everything you have. Hold nothing back. Elventh Hour and DD, hold the rear. Be aware of possible ImpStar reinforcements. WE are sending two squadrons in support. All forces, zone in on Lasso's signal. We are launching a rescue shuttle with starfighter escort...destroy anything that gets in their way. Stakes out."

    Captain Hickory grimaced slightly. "Hold here." He didn't like the idea of being held in reserve. To his mind some of this problem was of his making, he wanted for his ship to have a chance to regain some the honor lost in losing Captain Lasso in the first place. Still he wouldn't go off half cocked like that fool Jenkins either. He would follow orders, and hopefully the rescue of Lasso would be enough to restore his ship's honor, as well as his own.

    His tactical officer must have been having similar thoughts, and he made no qualms about voicing them. "We're not going to attack?"

    "No, we have orders from the flagship itself. We help protect the Delicate Delinquent and keep this section free of Imperial presence. That will allow for an orderly withdrawal of our forces once their mission is complete."

    This seemed to placate the tactical officer, as well as the crew who overheard Hickory's statement. But it did nothing to calm the internal strom thundering through the Captains mind. "Too rash, Captain Jenkins, far too rash." He muumbled uder his breath wondering all the while ehy he couldn't have been so brazen.
    OOC: The last part of this post has lines inspired by Admiral Piett from Episode VI as well as Commodore Norrington from Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl.


    TAG: @Bravo, @Sith-I-5, @Falcon, @CPL_Macja, @SWBob, @kommando104, @tyratoku @anyone else I may have missed.

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  24. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Captain Yavscout, Captain Jim Palso and droids, Deputy the Astromech, ARC-170 “Surefall Lead”, Delicate Delinquent hangar, Allegiance docking bay
    Location: Port Haven orbit, and Whendyll System outskirts, respectively


    Flying over Cain Varss’s assigned starfighter, and out of the Snap Dragon’s hangar into the space battle outside, with two other ARCs in tow, the elf should have been concentrating on the matter at hand, but instead he was considering that he must be growing as a person, adjusting his manner now that he had command responsibility.

    When the order had come through from Allegiance to abort the Lasso rescue, and Jod security personnel had tried to enforce it, the old him would have Forst Rift’ed them back into the Ice Age, and he had been one morrt hair from doing it in any case.

    Thanks to his more measured attitude, he was reaping the benefits; the loan of the captain’s starfighter, and two more ships to accompany him, along with being able to temporally name the flight.

    And without the late Merc Whatever – he’d forgotten the woman’s name – to interfere, he had been able to use the name of his birthplace, finally.

    Surefall Flight, with him as Surefall Lead, flew into the maelstrom.

    What in Vaska?” Came over his inter-squad freq’.

    Yav’ glanced at the readout, seeing that it was his wingman, Surefall Two, who had spoken.

    What’s up, Two?

    Lead, reading two projectiles fired from that Vindicator, heading for House of Vimal. That model of cruiser does not carry missiles.

    Yav thought back to the missile capability created for the Delinquent, and could see, in the distance, two grey vapour trails crossing left to right in the direction of the friendly destroyer. “Good spot, Two.” He toggled his commo board to contact the Jod destroyer. “House of Vimal from Surefall Lead. You have inbound missiles. We will try to intercept, but strongly suggest evasive action.

    Copy Lead. Any help will be appreciated. ‘Vimal out.

    The Merc steered his ship in a direction just aft of the mottled grey-blue vessel, running his eyes over the controls that that Captain Ron Darkins had quickly demonstrated to him.

    He tapped a button that he took to be the throttle, and sent a pair of scarlet bolts off into the distance, from his wingtips, a line of coloured squares lighting up yellow across his control panel.
    Ooh, it didn’t like that at all.

    He jabbed the correct button, and got pushed back in his seat as he closed on the missiles.

    lead from Two. Lock s-foils in attack position, Sir. Otherwise you’ll fuse your wingtip laser crystals

    Copy that. Thanks.” The elf found the button for that, and there was a whine within the cockpit as the wings on either side split open, and locked into place. “Right, now how do I make her go faster?

    * * * *
    Delicate Delinquent hangar bay


    This was turning into a right Mothers Meeting, Jim thought, as everyone started talking in the middle if this largely empty space. Even his two droids, the astromech, Bugger, and his protocol droid, Walking Library, were having a private conflab.

    Even though curious that the smaller droid had extended his curved rectangular sensorscope up from his dome, Palso tuned his droids out in favour of the beings before him.

    "The Death Star?" Wolf questioned with a serious expression. "Sounds like something Palpatine will choose for a name."

    Jenson put in, "I'm a pretty good shot with a turret, I'll join you. But I think we should bring Rex, my R2. He's good with repairs and interfacing computers to run diagnostics. And I'm sad to admit, he's basically the only family I got left. It doesn't feel right leaving him here by himself. Will that be a problem?"

    "That's fine, I'll show you where the turret is in a minute." Wolf smirked. "And what about you? Space or turrets?"

    Kilo grinned. "I can't leave my little droid either," he looked at Jensen. "Good choice. Make sure you don't shoot me down." Kilo turned back to Captain Palso. "Send me out into space, Cap'n. I'm certainly not the best flyer, but I'll do my best."

    Palso nodded. "That's fine. You are with me then, when I take the Hunk of Junk out."

    "Before we do that, we should refuel your fighter and check for repairs," Wolf commented with a frown as he glanced at Kilo. "I believe that is the reason you landed in the first place, was it not?" he reminded the pilot with a frown.

    "Astromechs are like having a pet vornsk." Jim advised, drawing a harsh blatt from Bugger. "If you don't want them to feel lonely when you leave them alone, splash out on a second one to keep them company." He inclined his head to Walking Library.

    Doo-dee-weeaat? Bugger queried harshly.

    "Zotoman? Lieutenant, there is no need to call me with every little thing?" Williams interrupted, but he was talking to his comlink.

    Palso glared down at Bugger, and counted off his fingers. "Dogs can be trained to smell contraband, smoke, all sorts of things, so if trained, I expect so." He looked around at the others. "If anyone is interested, Bugger reckons-"

    Bweet!!

    "Alright, not 'reckons'. He says he has found the ordnance to re-arm our ships." The Corellian raised his eyebrows at the astrodroid. "Go on then, or do you need us to cover our eyes and count to ten?"

    Doot.

    CLUNK

    The thud seemed to come from everywhere, but the movement from the polished black deck was twenty metres from where they stood around. A square of whatever the floor was made off, sank down a half metre, slid to one side, and a black pedestal rose in its place, holding a two-layer metal rack. The rack, in turn, held eight red-coned Seinar Fleet Systems' Ms-3 concussion missiles.

    Behind him, the Chief Engineer started to swear vehemently into his comlink.

    * * * *
    Allegiance hangar

    Deputy the Astromech had lost General Perez, whom he had been hounding for the earlier humiliations, though he suspected that both he and the General knew it was just something to do to keep his little positronic mind off his missing elf.

    His sensors had picked up comlink chatter assigning the General to some project involving the gargantuan vessel's mass driver cannon, but he didn't know where the frag that was.

    The Merc droid was reduced to backseat driver to a random power droid that had clomped by.

    Alright, that's enough of a feed. Don't forget to pat it on the back, so that it doesn't get wind.

    GLOM The power droid unlatched an arm-thick black power cable from the circular port on the yellow-green Dunelizard's flanks.

    Oh. You are right. That's babies. Alright, we've filled 'er up. The black R2 unit whistled, rounding the fighter and unexpectedly bumping into someone's legs. He rolled back a metre, and cast his main photoreceptor up into Mac's face. Hey, I know you! Where's Yav?

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  25. tyratoku Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    May 10, 2005
    star 1
    IC: Kilo "Zulu" Typhon
    Location: Delicate Delinquent Hangar Bay

    "Before we do that, we should refuel your fighter and check for repairs," Wolf commented with a frown as he glanced at Kilo. "I believe that is the reason you landed in the first place, was it not?" he said as his frown deepened.

    Before Kilo could reply, another one of the nearby men spoke. "Astromechs are like having a pet vornsk." Jim advised, drawing a harsh blatt from Bugger. "If you don't want them to feel lonely when you leave them alone, splash out on a second one to keep them company." He nodded toward his own droid companion.

    Kilo grinned at the Captain's words and then turned back to Wolf. "I didn't even fire a shot out there, Commander. No need to re-arm, and I've barely used any fuel. Top me off, sure, but I don't think it'll take much." he waited a moment and heard his astromech droid, Sev, beep something cheerfully.

    Kilo looked at Wolf and spread his hands wide. "So where am I off to, sir?"

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