Star Wars STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)---Always taking new players!

OOC: I'm always for a chat thread.

IC: Zixie
Locationort Haven

"You won't be flying solo with the Mercs," Andrew replied, "We got a whole Marauder-Class Corvette! She's a little beat up, but she'll be flying in no time. Come on, Captain Taller is this way."

The hangar bay they had entered was a buzz with activity. Zixie wondered if anyone was organizing the chaos or if someone just hoped everyone was only fixing the things they were supposed to. She noted a trio break away from their group and join in with the chaos. It looked like a wide variety of folk were all pitching in on the repairs.

Zixie also noted the security. The sight of the battle droids made her uncomfortable, but she was practiced at this game and did not let it show on her face. She headed for the seats the group had been motioned to.

"Take a seat..." Taller announced, motioning to the chairs in front, then raised an eyebrow at Zixellia, "...And, may I ask, who are you young lady?"

"I'm Zixellia Tyvynn, The Mercs newest recruit, if they'll have me, Sir. I'm a decent pilot and handy in a firefight."

Tag: all involved

 

OOG:

It looks like we have a majority for a chat thread: 6 for and 4 undecided or have yet to vote (I vote yes, which gives us the 6 for). I will get the chat thread up ASAP.


Information for the below post:

Alliance Intelligence
Vinsoth
Borgo Prime
Naval Command (Imperial)
Alliance Fleet
Alliance Special Forces


IC: Captain Rick Taller
Briefing Room, Johnny Boy, Port Haven


"I'm Zixellia Tyvynn, The Mercs newest recruit, if they'll have me, Sir. I'm a decent pilot and handy in a firefight."

Taller's face lit up with a memory brought to the surface at the mention of the Devaronian female's name, "Ah, yes, Zixellia Tyvynn, ?Zixie? for short if I remember correctly. Some of my contacts that aren't on the respectable side of the law had mentioned you looking for The Mercs," for a moment Rick thought he saw surprise on "Zixie"'s face, but he wasn't sure, "Ever since the Mercs got into this scuffle with the Empire about this Red Rock business, I've had friends I never knew I had. Funny how that happens: once you become the 'popular' guy, everyone wants to be your friend."

Rick chuckled, "No matter. Dak here has an application for you Miss Tyvynn, if only for our records. I already know I can trust you, at least this far. If I couldn't, some of my more recent 'friend' additions wouldn't have allowed you to get this far. The Empire has seemingly hired every bounty hunter in the galaxy to come after me and my fellow Mercs, so my 'friends' are busy screening the honest folk from the folk with blasters ready to kill us."

After Dak handed the data-pad application to Zixie, Taller remarked with a smirk, "Remember to read the bold letters at the bottom of the application, Miss Tyvynn. I don't deal very nicely with people who betray me or the Mercs. It usually ends up with them in an air lock and me pushing the decompression button into outer space. Other then that, pay is per contract: we get a job, you get paid. That simple. The command staff and I handle any repairs, parts, fuel, and weapons your ship needs and we provide you with food, a bed, and employment. After a contract is completed, the needs of the Johnny Boy, starfighters, and shuttles are taken care of first, i.e. repairs and resupply, then the crew, pilots, and command staff are paid and in that order. Anything left over after payday goes into a general holding fund we keep for supplies and repairs that randomly pop up or a mission that gets a bit rougher then expected. Our contracts are normally weekly, but sometimes we can get busy with several contracts and sometimes we can go a whole month with no contracts. So deal with your credits how you want after payday, but keep in mind that we get paid per contract or job and not by week or month."

Taller then redirected his speaking, "Okay, now to this Imperial Navy EF76 Nebulon-B Escort Frigate. Alliance Intelligence is working they're butts off to keep this frigate's demise a secret as long as they can and keep any space traffic clear of the area. Luckily for the Alliance and for us, this area of space is not very well traveled. Its in the Outer Rim---5, N, 1---between Vinsoth and Borgo Prime. The only advantage we have at the moment is the fact that just before this frigate was destroyed, it transmitted to Imperial Naval Command that it was entering a large gas nebula in pursuit of a small enemy vessel of frigate size and communications were being disrupted. The only other advantage we have is that this Imperial frigate is part of the Royal Red Squadron, which means unless someone from that high level task force gives direct

 

IC: THX-1137 ? Commando Droid ala Stormtrooper
Strident Haze in route to Christophsis

The being that it was sent to assist's wet humor subroutines seemed to be in need of an upgrade or software repair, but organic never asked for a droids opinion of good humor. Supposidly for a reason. Still it acknowledged with a tilt of it's helmet as it moved toward the 'prisoner'.

As the agent continued to jabber on about the situation without regard to the insects high above the droid checked the bindings and began making adjustments to ensure that necropathy from lack of circulation wouldn't set in on the prisoner. "No, they are not using such techniques." Watching the prisoner feably try to move but fail by lack of circulation confirmed the droids suspicions, that and the marks revealed by moving some of the wiring, this prisoner was scheduled to be killed and waiting was merely a formality until the other teams called in a clear situation for dumping.

"I was relayed orders by some Imperial aboard ship to aid with your prisoner transfer to the detention cells. What shall our response be?" It asked as it removed from it's stormtroopers belt a pair of cuffs to more traditionally bind the prisoner.

TAG: Sithy
OOC: more later. Chat thread sounds fine, and of course with that reference I am partially biased from my own time in that group.

 

OOG: I just PMed DarthXan318 to see if we could attach the chat thread to our Library Thread. The reason I PMed Xan is the fact that Library Threads are not allowed to have chat threads, but as a GM I can't have more then two threads (hence why we need to attach the chat thread to the Library Thread).

Hope and pray for the best result in this matter.


Thanks and God Bless,

Jason

 

IC: Deputy the Astromech, Pilot Officer Yavscout, Engineering section of the Strident Haze Nebulon-B
Location: Hyperspace to Christophsis


Ah, that was it, the black-domed astrodroid noted internally, as its work with the Nebulon-B?s systems, via the handy data port in the wall, elicited a positive result. ?Bee-bloop duh-weet-weet? it relayed back to the elf.

Yav? glanced over the monitor screens towards the diminutive droid, and waved an acknowledgment.
?Good job, Deputy. Nice work. Do I still want to go with the ?doo-dah business?? He swivelled away from the screen, his gaze sweeping across where THX?had been.

?No, they are not using such techniques. I was relayed orders by some Imperial aboard ship to aid with your prisoner transfer to the detention cells. What shall our response be??

Yavscout followed the filtered voice to the stormtrooper-droid kneeling over the captive, and looked down at it?s hunched over armoured white shoulders.

Orders from some Imperial aboard ship? He had no idea what in Tunare?s name it was talking about. Hold on, it had just said that whoever was spying on them, didn?t work for Taller. Was it saying thus for the benefit of whomever was spying on them?

?Uh, sure?? He hazarded, though he had no idea how the droid planned to move the girl through the populated corridors and hallways without the rest of the crew recognising her. That trooper by the turbolift, for a start, seemed to know the engineer?s first name.

There was that bath towel downstairs, by the deck chair, that they could wrap round her head, concealing her features. But when you are carrying a semi-naked fem over your shoulders through a mostly male-populated hallway, putting up a palm, and saying, ?Nothing to see here, folks?, was probably not going to cut it.

Or perhaps he was underestimating Imperial discipline.

Yav put a palm to the side of his helmet as he used the its comlink to speak to Central, back in the cargo area. ?Yav? here. Your support arrived A-OK. We have configured the Haze? shields to blink-code a message to Two Flight soon after we revert at Christophsis. Now, I want to send 'Da-arth Vader is the man, doo-dah, doo-dah. Da-arth Vader is the man, doo-dah, doo-dah, day'. Please can you advise whoever is leading the Team today, and see if he is okay with that, or if he has an alternate message in mind? Yavscout out.?

The elf looked down at THX, and kept an ear out for either Pilot Officer Cascada to come though with the sensor logs; Central to relay Jeth/Street[delete as applicable]?s wishes; or early warning of an Engineering-related security alert from Deputy.

Tag: Mitth-Fisto as Central, THX, Lyra

OOC: M-F, Yav?s own handcuffs are securing the girl too;
Bravo, great how you can make every participant feel as if the mission they are going on, is the most important one around, and how you can think them up on the fly. Lovely post.
Earwen?, some good posting there. Welcome to the game.

 

OOG:

Bravo, great how you can make every participant feel as if the mission they are going on, is the most important one around, and how you can think them up on the fly. Lovely post.


Thank you Sith. That means a lot to me as a GM, thank you very, very much.

Okay all, good news and better news. The good news, Xan has approved our chat thread idea. The better news, we can have our own OOC thread in the RPR. I will have the chat thread up hopefully by tomorrow (Tuesday).


God Bless,

Jason

 

IC: Jaden
Location: Johnny Boy

Jaden raised his eyebrows and smirked cynically. Board a dying/dead Neb-B, stabilize her and download her databanks before any Imps showed up? On the job training was obviously the Mercs? favored method. ?A couple questions, actually. Related. Are we likely to encounter any of the ?red rock? stuff? Never heard of it myself?but it sounds like it?s fairly important to you,? the pilot said with curiosity. "So my other question is ,obviously, what is it?" He?d heard some old legends about rocks that could mess with your head. And ran into a few other rocks that weren?t all that nice either. Maybe Red Rock was just another spacers tale that the Empire was taking too seriously. Like the one about space slugs.

The young man frowned as he looked over the floating image of the Nebulon. Good ship, but not all that solid. Stupid design, really. But even dead ships were worth something. ?I don?t want to sound presumptuous, but it might be a good idea to look into salvaging some of that beast. Nothing too extensive, but a couple of droids could fill Aura?s cargo bay with some choice bits while we work. Even a couple dozen proton torps would make for a good haul and bulk up our stores.? He shrugged a little sheepishly and fell silent. Sometimes the urge to salvage and loot came out at bad times. Working solo had a tendency to force those habits into you.

TAG: Liam, GM, Earwen

OOC: Sorry for the long delay. Almost daily tornado warnings here lately and my internet has been sporadic at best.

 

OOG:

The Rocketjock Eatery (A Star Wars: Intervention OOC/OOG social thread) is up and running!

I added in the "Social Thread uses" the item of Game Awards. After talking with DarthXan318 about the state of the RPF awards and the unfairness of the whole system a few days ago over PM, I've decided to start awards in our own game. Xan had mentioned that similar awards were done in IBOP a while back. Once I talk with the other GMs, we'll have a list of awards that you all can vote on; voting will be done in the new social thread.


God Bless,

Jason

 

IC: Sydney Ayres
Johnny Boy Briefing Room

Sydney leaned back against the cold wall of the briefing room and folded his arms across his chest closing his eyes as he let out a long sigh. The mission sounded fascinating, incredibly dangerous, but a mechanic?s idea of heaven. Stealing data from engineering logs, piecing together the events leading up to the death of a starship, potentially avoiding a confrontation with any crew still living, and even being able to slip on a zero-g spacesuit and journey into the black void to reach the aft section of the vessel and avoid a potential reactor problem, well, it was all in a days? work.

Maybe signing up with The Mercs was the best thing I ever did Sydney thought as he studied the schematics pouring out of the hologram, veins pumping with adrenaline in anticipation of the mission.

Sydney personally respected the idea behind the creation of the EF76 Nebulon-B frigate series of vessels. Built by the parent company of Rothana Heavy Engineering, Kuat Drive Systems, the 300 meter long craft were respected components of any naval fleet and not to be trifled with or underestimated, especially by starfighter pilots.

The only problem that he had with the design was its incredibly long spar that connected the aft propulsion section with the rest of the ship, a vulnerability all too often exploited in naval combat by more powerful vessels and, Sydney surmised, the primary cause of this particular vessel?s broken back. But, as was often the case with vessels in need of the care of a skilled mechanic or chief engineer, you couldn?t trust your eyes to tell you everything about a ship or what may or may not have happened to it during the course of its life.

Jaden interrupted Sydney?s thoughts with some poignant comments. ?A couple questions, actually. Related. Are we likely to encounter any of the ?red rock? stuff? Never heard of it myself?but it sounds like it?s fairly important to you,? the pilot said with curiosity. "So my other question is ,obviously, what is it?"

Sydney groaned quietly as the topic of conversation shifted from what he viewed as important, the recovery of data from the aft section of the Nebulon-B frigate, to talk about the Red Rock. He had heard stories, mostly the stuff of legend about the Red Rock from spacers far older than himself, but had shrugged them off, chalking up the fabled tales as some fantasy created by half-drunk beings who had nothing better to do than pad their inflated egos.

But a part of him was curious about the Red Rock. He privately wondered what Rick knew about the legendary tales, if there was any truth to them.

?I don?t want to sound presumptuous, but it might be a good idea to look into salvaging some of that beast. Nothing too extensive, but a couple of droids could fill Aura?s cargo bay with some choice bits while we work. Even a couple dozen proton torps would make for a good haul and bulk up our stores.?

Sydney nodded in agreement. Although weapons were not his specialty, he recognized the importance of possessing more of the proton torpedoes. Fantastic weapons capped with deadly warheads able to lay waste to pretty much anything. Yeah, we could always use more of those, Sydney thought as a question sprang to his mind.

?Captain, that reactor is far from stable and I?m going to need an extra hand, therefore, I?d like to bring Ler along if that?s alright with you. Hypermatter is nothing to be fooling around with and from my experience, well, once it starts to become unstable you best be thinking about leaving real fast. Too many lives have been lost as a result of unstable reactor cores, far too many lives.?

Turning to Jaden, Sydney gave him a reassuring smile, ?Don?t worry, they say a reactor going is a pretty quick way to die. But you?ve got me around, I?m sure we?ll be able to keep it from becoming too big of an issue. I need you to promise me one thing, however, if that core decides it has had enough, you need to leave me behind. Somebody has got to be there to baby this girl all the way

 

IC: Samantha Irisa, Firespray-31 personal craft, the Detective Wyms
Location: Port Haven space


She was going to make planetfall, Irisa decided after considering her options, humming and harring for most of the day. She was going to make planetfall; but she wasn?t an agent, there would be no contact with the locals if she could possibly help it.

The kind of scum that a shadowport attracted, well, it was best not to be too careful.

A metaphorical lightbulb went off over her head. What if Uncle Yav? injured, and she had to save him?

Silently, there was no-one else on board to speak to anyway, she got up and started to check through the ship?s medikit, see what she had available to treat any injuries suffered by the elf...or even herself.

Irisa squatted down by the interior bulkhead, and pulled open a grey-panelled drawer. She ran delicate fingertips over various white packages, checking their labels ? antiseptic bulbs, steri-strips, artificial skin sprays, and more. She had enough here to patch up a small army.

A small army that hasn?t progressed much beyond the handbag hitting stage, anyway. She realised. Like tackling a speeder fire with one of those dinky little extinguishers. Do me a favour, Uncle Yav? Don't be hurt.

What she had here, was as far from what you could get at Sector General's multi-species hospital as it was possible to get without actively killing the patient yourself.

Still, it would have to do.

She returned to the cockpit, dropped heavily into the pilots chair, and eyed up the conspicuous rectangle of scored ceraglase behind which sat a pretty chrome-skinned Model Q2 holdout blaster, and a dustpan and brush.

Sam? smiled. Her aunt must have installed that one. Looked like her style; sure, you can break glase in emergency, but you would be wise to clear up the shards before you do any walking around!

She wouldn?t need the blaster yet, not up here. Maybe when she was ready to leave the ship. But for now, the two Borstel GN-40 twin rotating blaster cannon on the tail, 600 gigajoules per shot, could take care of any threats more decisively than any Q2.

The courier did not know what 600 gigajoules looked like, but when she enunciated the syllables, it felt, comforting.

Planetfall Prep, like the flight out, was curious. Her muscle memory knew more about the controls than her mind memory did. If she relaxed and didn't think much about it, she seemed to interact with the craft easier than if she put her mind to it.

Irisa looked up to her right - mirror, signal, maneouvre...no, that's driving. Irisa bared her teeth in annoyance, and emptied her mind.

[OOC: What do you mean, that was quick?]

Okay...her hands moved to the controls with practised ease, steering the ship to face the planet, correcting her high orbit, and decelerating to the point where she could think about entering the atmosphere, and not just skipping off the outer layer.

If anyone on the ground had sensors aimed skywards, that would be fething embarrassing, wouldn't it?

Tag: no-one

 

IC: Captain Rick Taller
Briefing Room, Johnny Boy, Port Haven


?A couple questions, actually. Related. Are we likely to encounter any of the ?red rock? stuff? Never heard of it myself?but it sounds like it?s fairly important to you,? the pilot said with curiosity. "So my other question is ,obviously, what is it?"

Taller smirked, "Well, let me answer your first question. First, I have no idea if you will encounter it. But as far as we can tell, it won't harm you. I've touched the stuff plenty of times and despite my legs being gone in a recent battle, the Red Rock didn't cause that, as least not directly, although indirectly its related to the Treasure Hunters Galactic---the folks that took my legs a few days ago. But that's a whole different story. As for your second question, I'll replay audio from a recorded briefing we had earlier...thank the Force for audio recording, because let me tell you, its a life saver."

?I don?t want to sound presumptuous, but it might be a good idea to look into salvaging some of that beast. Nothing too extensive, but a couple of droids could fill Aura?s cargo bay with some choice bits while we work. Even a couple dozen proton torps would make for a good haul and bulk up our stores.?

Taller nodded, impressed, "With everything going on, Mr. Sylvano, I totally forgot that idea. But its logical and sound. If your ship can hold it, bring it back with you. We need medical supplies too, if you can find some. Our last few engagements have seen our supplies drop in the medical bay. Oh, and food. Mrs. Star in the Mess Hall has been talking my ear off about how we need more food in stock. If she talks anymore, I won't have an ear left to listen to anyone."

?Captain, that reactor is far from stable and I?m going to need an extra hand, therefore, I?d like to bring Ler along if that?s alright with you. Hypermatter is nothing to be fooling around with and from my experience, well, once it starts to become unstable you best be thinking about leaving real fast. Too many lives have been lost as a result of unstable reactor cores, far too many lives.?

Taller saw Sydney's point, he really did. But Rick didn't want to risk his Lead Hanger Tech and his Chief Engineer. If something did go wrong, which being a mercenary things could, then the Mercs would be out two of they're most veteran members, not to mention Sydney, their new Hanger Chief, and two new starfighter pilots. But, Sydney was also right--Ler could be a vital asset and could be modified to assist Sydney on the mission. After all, Ler was a droid.

"Okay, this is what we'll do. We'll keep Tim here and send Ler along with you Sydney. I'll see to it that Tim downloads any data and information into Ler that the droid needs to know about reactors and specifically those used about Nebulon-B's in the Imperial Navy.

"Now, onto your earlier question, Jaden," Taller pressed a button on the holo-projector and a audio recording started, "This was the meeting we had earlier and this part, specially, deals with the Red Rock. And this recording will hopefully enlighten you to the greater events shaping what we're doing out here against the Empire. Listen, carefully..."

 

hello boys... i'm BAAAACCCCKKKK...

GM APPROVED

Name: Narsha Glindorsan
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Species: Human
Homeworld: Corellia
Affiliation: Interested in joining the Mercs
Skills: Decent pilot, mechanic and with her weapons. Also likes tinkering with things, and can generally get things put together reasonably quick.
Personality
---Traits: Generally cheerful as she doesn't really know what it's like to experience loss. Likes to cheer other people up, but is definitely self-concious. Willing to talk about how she got the scar, because it was through her own stupidity in not checking a valve on something she was working on.
---Likes: Machines, flying and guys.
---Dislikes: HATES certain types of foods, veggies in particular.
---Habits: Triple checking every checklist she ever uses due to the accident that caused her scar.
Appearance
---Skin Color: Light pale skin
---Hair Color: Dirty brown hair
---Eye Color: Purple eyes
---Clothing: Tends towards workmanlike clothing, such as coveralls, jumpsuits and flightsuits. Generally things that have a bunch of pockets.
---Other Attributes: A rather feminine form, the classic hourglass if you will.
---Other Details: She has a scar on one cheek that mares what would otherwise be on the upper side of beauty. It runs along one cheek and draws that side of her lips up in a permanent smile.
Weapons: Blaster pistol and vibroblade, semi-proficient with both
Starship
---Name: z95 headhunter, Standard and not personal, got it joining the Mercs
The Force
---Sensitivity: None
---Religion: None
Biography
---Personal History: Has had a very bland life, and over all has not precisely done very much with her life until recently. Grew up on Corellia where her father worked on starships, and ended up teaching her to fly as well as how to fix most of the problems. More or less that's what she's done after school, during which she did pretty average. She was an average mechanic, and an average pilot who hated what the empire was doing. She kept trying to find something to do to fight them, and heard about some of the Mercs escapades through the rumor mill and the pilots she hung out with at several local cantinas. She took her savings and found her way to joining them.
---Military History: None
---Traumatic Experiences: Nothing beyond breaking something that she was trying to fix, doesn't know how she would handle any major trauma.

OOC: lessee if i still remember how to do this...

IC: Narsha Glindorsan
Outside Hangar 1-B, Port Haven

This just hadn't been her day, and her usual smile was now more of a grimace than anything else. Narsha wasn't precisely sure what else could go wrong, but first off her contact information had been wrong. She'd been told Hangar 1-A when that was very obviously NOT what she was looking for. Frankly she hadn't wanted to know that some beings even did things like that, but to each their own. Now if only she could scrub her brain with acid or something to get rid of that stuff. So after that, slightly frustrated, she'd decided to go and get a drink. After sitting there for a little bit talk of a firefight having broken out with a group related to The Mercs had drawn her attention. Not even bothering to finish her drink she'd rushed over to find that security had already taken over and there wasn't really much hope of information. So there she stood, out a not terribly tasty drink and with no idea what to do.

Looking at her datapad for inspiration, which it was sorely lacking, she started walking through the crowd catching snatches of conversation. None of it really helped her and she was beginning to despair of ever finding The Mercs. That might not be the worst thing in the world, it wasn't like she couldn't get a job here and get enough money to go somewhere else. Maybe find the rebels or something, but that didn't seem like it was really going to pay very well. Sure she wanted to make a difference, but where was the harm in getting paid to do it? Wasn't any, as long as she didn't help any slavers or anything.

Stopping and le

 

GAME MASTER NOTICE:

Do to circumstances I'm not allowed to discuss at the moment, all Game Master(s) (Bravo, greyjedi125, and Mitth_Fisto) are restricted from replying to tags on Port Haven until further notice. This is a moderator issue at this time and there's nothing I can do until told otherwise.

Players may freely tag among themselves at Port Haven, but GMs are strictly forbidden until told otherwise by a RMFF moderator or TFN Administrator. With that said, RMFF moderators and TFN Administrators have final say at what happens at Port Haven.

Any questions, please direct them to either DarthXan318 or Penguinator-176.

For the record, this does not involve our new social thread. Everything is fine there.


God Bless,

Jason

 

GAME MASTER NOTICE:


All Game Masters (Bravo, greyjedi125, Mitth_Fisto) may resume posting at Port Haven.

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[b]IC: Chief Petty Officer Wa Yay (NPC)[/b]
[i]Hanger Entrance, [u]Johnny Boy[/u], Port Haven, beach (9pm Coruscant Standard Time)[/i]


[b]Chief Petty Officer Wa Yay[/b] hated being in charge some days, she really did. And not that [i]Captain[/i] Rick Taller was helping much. He was being more of an annoyance then anything else. Ever since he lost his legs a few days ago on [b]Patch 4[/b], he was the galaxy's biggest scrooge about everything. Ever try making coffee for a disgruntled mercenary ship captain? Yeah, that will sure push your patients to the limit. Way Yay more then once wanted to take her blaster pistol and shoot the old fart. Would have made her life a lot easier.

During some point while the repairs were going on aboard the [i]Johnny Boy[/i] by anyone and everyone who owed Captain Rick Taller a favor, some of the folks were nice enough to put up a temporary hanger over the "beached" [i]Marauder[/i]-Class Corvette. It was nice of them, considering the night wind was getting colder and colder by the ocean's waves as the night drew longer and longer.

It was probably around 9pm Coruscant Standard Time, Wa Yay figured, as she leaned up against the inner hanger wall. With the hanger in place, only a handful of droids were left patrolling outside, the rest kept inside the hanger to watch the workers. Anyone could get past the light guard detail outside---heck a baby could probably---but the guard detail wasn't there to stop anyone, it was there to make them think twice. Because once they got inside the hanger, they would have a handful of B2 Super Battle Droids and B1 Battle Droids making lunch meat out of them.

So when Wa Yay heard the knock at the door, she wasn't too surprised. Taking one last sip of her favorite coffee, she turned and opened the door (two B2 Super Battle Droids stood silent guard on the inner hanger walls to each side of the door---no one could see them yet from the outside).

Standing in front of the Gossam female was a human female of probably around mid 20's, with a scar on her face. She looked familiar, but Wa Yay couldn't quite place it. Was she the new recruit Taller had talked about earlier in the day?

"Can I help you Miss?" Wa Yay asked, better to play it safe, then sorry; blaster shoot-outs weren't fun.


[b]Tag Trimaj[/b] [face_happy]

 

IC: Narsha Glindorsan
Hangar Entrance, Port Haven

A droid walked past behind her right after she knocked and Narsha jumped. The guard droid stared at her, about to ask something as the door behind her opened and she jumped again, looking to find a lizardlike creature with what looked like a head-tail. Trying not to stare, the young woman reached for her datapad and fumbled it. "Uh... Uh yea. Just a second." She had to bend over to pick it up, which was extra embarrassing since it was who she was trying to impress.

"I'm looking for The Mercs." She flipped through her files, trying to find the message she'd gotten. "I was supposed to a new recruit. Was looking for..." Reading rapidly through the note, she couldn't believe how bad this was going. "A Captain Taller? I got the wrong instructions. That caused a few problems..." Shifting her weight to her other foot, "Could I maybe come in?"

TAG: BRAVO

 

IC: Chief Petty Officer Wa Yay (NPC), Petty Officer Pa'luva Tok (NPC)
Hanger Entrance, Johnny Boy, Port Haven, beach (9pm Coruscant Standard Time)



"I'm looking for The Mercs." She flipped through her files, trying to find the message she'd gotten. "I was supposed to a new recruit. Was looking for..." Reading rapidly through the note, she couldn't believe how bad this was going. "A Captain Taller? I got the wrong instructions. That caused a few problems..." Shifting her weight to her other foot, "Could I maybe come in?"


Wa Yay looked the woman up and down, then smiled, "So you're the new recruit, Narsha if I remember correctly. Well, Acourse you can. Follow me."

Wa Yay lead the way, discussing what was going on here on around the Johnny Boy at the moment. They were inside now, and Way Yay was leading the way towards the Briefing Room, when Petty Officer Pa'luva Tok, the Mercs' Communications Officer and a male Sullustan almost ran Wa Yay over.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Pa'luva stuttered out; he was sweating and nervous, something wasn't good. And he held a data-pad in his hand. He held the data-pad up, "Just got a communication in from Alliance Intelligence. There's a second ship now down in the same general area of the Imperial frigate. Rebel Alliance side. And there's survivors. Mon Mothma is trying to pull whatever last minute resources she has together to get a rescue team going, but it doesn't look good," Pa'luva looked at the new woman, "You're that new recruit, ah, uh," Pa'luva started to click his fingers to remember, "Oh, yes, Narsha Glindorsan! You're application was already approved. Oh!"

Pa'luva turned to look at a Wa Yay, his commanding officer, who now had her arms crossed over her chest and taping her foot in-patiently on the deck, while staring at Pa'luva, "Sorry for jumping rank, boss. But this came straight from Mon Mothma herself," He then turned back to Narsha, "Look, we have a spare fighter in the hanger, its a Z-95 Headhunter someone just recently sold us here on Port Haven. I have Ler and the Wookiees checking it out last minute. Go with the Chief Petty Officer here and she'll make sure you get all ready. I'll have a team up with you in no time. And we should have some spare flight suits laying around that should fit you."

Suddenly Pa'luva's eyes went big, "Oh, the CAPTAIN! I gotta go!"


Tag Trimaj (there's another tag at the bottom of the post as well for you)

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[b]Petty Officer Pa'luva Tok (NPC)[/b]
[i]Briefing Room, [u]Johnny Boy[/u], Port Haven, beach (9pm Coruscant Standard Time)[/i]


"I SAID, LET ME IN ALREADY!" [b]Pa'luva Tok[/b]'s voice could be heard from the outside breifing room as he burst in through the door, his authorization card still in his hand as he all but ran from the door to [b]Captain Rick Taller[/b].

Everyone stared at him as if he was crazy...Taller's stare was one of 'what the heck are you doing'.

"Sorry Cap," Pa'luva said under labored breathing, "But, ah, bad news. Real, real bad news!" He handed the data-pad to Taller, who read it, and didn't show any emotion outside of a raised eyebrow.

Pa'luva hated that! Taller was so calm while under the gun for say. He hardly ever showed worry. What was this man? A machine? Pa'luva thought so some days.

Taller handed the data-pad back to the Communications Officer and looked at the gathered Mercs, "Okay, change of plans. [b]Mr. Ayres[/b] and [b]Mr. Sylvano[/b], both of you will go with Dak and Ler to the Imperial Frigate, along with the four SpecForce Marines. [b]Miss Tyvynn[/b], you will be departing with me and our newest recruit, a [b]Miss Glindorsan[/b], to a Rebel Alliance naval ship that has suffered a similar fate as the Imperial frigate and is broadcasting a SOS. There's survivors on that Rebel ship. Mr. Ayres and Mr. Sylvano, both of you wait here with Dak until the SpecForce Marines arrive. Miss Tyvynn, follow me, please..."



[b]Tag RainKing, Liam_Vehn, Earwen_Lightrider [/b] [face_hap

 

GM Approved

Name: Fress Colias Alias Kasha Sherland
Gender: Female
Age: 32
Species: human
Homeworld: Alderaan
Affiliation: The Merc
Personality
---Traits: gentle can be tough when the situation calls for it
---Likes: flying, boxing, cooking, reading, listening to others
---Dislikes: corny music
---Habits: keeping to herself, willing to listen to others, knows how to keep a secret
Appearance
---Skin Color: white
---Hair Color: blond dyed red
---Eye Color: sapphire blue, wearing green contacts
---Clothing: pants, shirt, boots,
---Other Attributes: height five foot seven, athletic build.
---Other Details: has an emergency kit in her backpack
Water and extra food for missions
Weapons: 45 dlt-blaster, vibro blade
Starship (Starfighter only---can?t be an X-Wing yet)
---Name: Rogue
---Class: Z-95 Head hunter (modified)
---Hyperdrive Class: 1.0
---Weapon(s): 2 laser cannons, two concussion missile launchers
---Shields: Forward/Rear Projecting XoLyyn Shields.
---Sublight Speed: 80 MLGT
---Crew: 1 pilot
---Passenger(s): n/a
---Max Cargo (kg): 95 kg
---Interior Description: basic controls, homing beacon tracker, transponder coder/decoder
---Other Details: hidden compartment for extra weapons
The Force
---Sensitivity:no
Biography
---Personal History: Fress Colias was born on Alderaan. An unknown Force user killed her parents and Master Windu saved her. With nowhere to go, the Jedi took her in and raised her. There she discovered her talent for love of flying and eventually served beside Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi on the front lines.
---Military History: Served in the clone wars as a commander to a Flight of star fighters. Ground and undercover missions. Hand to hand combat.
---Traumatic Experiences: Fress Colias watched as the clone troopers cut down the Jedi in front of her. She was a friend with a few of them and it broke her heart to see this happen. Palpatine had declared her an immediate threat to the Imperials because she refused to join them. She went underground assuming an alias by the name of Kasha Sherland. Until the day they were free from the Imperials, she could no longer assume her real name.

 

OOC:

Thanks! It's good to be RPing on here again. It is going to take me a while to get back into the swing of posting regularly. I have to remember that this one happens more often than my Friday night table top group.

IC as Zixie:

"Ah, yes, Zixellia Tyvynn, ?Zixie? for short if I remember correctly. Some of my contacts that aren't on the respectable side of the law had mentioned you looking for The Mercs. Ever since the Mercs got into this scuffle with the Empire about this Red Rock business, I've had friends I never knew I had. Funny how that happens: once you become the 'popular' guy, everyone wants to be your friend." Zixie was surprised that Taller knew of her - let alone could recall information she had not shared with him. It was a good sign for her. It meant the group had connections. She'd rather be on the inside of a well informed group than on the outside.

"No matter. Dak here has an application for you Miss Tyvynn, if only for our records. I already know I can trust you, at least this far. If I couldn't, some of my more recent 'friend' additions wouldn't have allowed you to get this far. The Empire has seemingly hired every bounty hunter in the galaxy to come after me and my fellow Mercs, so my 'friends' are busy screening the honest folk from the folk with blasters ready to kill us." Zixie wasn't sure if she was grateful she had not been shot on site or if Taller was bluffing. Judging by the guard droids she had passed earlier it was probably the former.

She accepted the data-pad from Dak and started skimming it. It all looked to be rather standard. Taller, however, made sure to point out one of the finer points. "Remember to read the bold letters at the bottom of the application, Miss Tyvynn. I don't deal very nicely with people who betray me or the Mercs. It usually ends up with them in an air lock and me pushing the decompression button into outer space. Other then that, pay is per contract: we get a job, you get paid. That simple. The command staff and I handle any repairs, parts, fuel, and weapons your ship needs and we provide you with food, a bed, and employment. After a contract is completed, the needs of the Johnny Boy, starfighters, and shuttles are taken care of first, i.e. repairs and resupply, then the crew, pilots, and command staff are paid and in that order. Anything left over after payday goes into a general holding fund we keep for supplies and repairs that randomly pop up or a mission that gets a bit rougher then expected. Our contracts are normally weekly, but sometimes we can get busy with several contracts and sometimes we can go a whole month with no contracts. So deal with your credits how you want after payday, but keep in mind that we get paid per contract or job and not by week or month."

Zixie filled out the application as she listened to the briefing. This time making sure not to allow any surprise to register on her face when Taller mentioned that she had attended academy and knew her way around a computer. Mentally she was beginning to wonder how well her father knew the Mercs and how much of her life story he had spilled.

As Taller wrapped up the debrief, Zixie tried to figure out what type of questions to ask. She had no idea what this Red Rock stuff was. She hadn?t even heard of it. Her questions would wait those as others jumped in and then the briefing was completely interrupted by a clearly upset crew member.

"Okay, change of plans. Mr. Ayres and Mr. Sylvano, both of you will go with Dak and Ler to the Imperial Frigate, along with the four SpecForce Marines. Miss Tyvynn, you will be departing with me and our newest recruit, a Miss Glindorsan, to a Rebel Alliance naval ship that has suffered a similar fate as the Imperial frigate and is broadcasting a SOS. There's survivors on that Rebel ship. Mr. Ayres and Mr. Sylvano, both of you wait here with Dak until the SpecForce Marines arrive. Miss T

 

Welcome to INTERVENTION, JediFalcon and Trimaj. May you enjoy your stay with us!

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IC: Commander Terrel Vacks
Phoenix One-Z95 Headhunter, Lorrd System

The HUD tactical display aboard Vacks' Cerberus Z-95 Headhunter, currently dubbed Phoenix One for the current mission, showed the battle progression. The Rebel Convoy was forming a strong defensive position and Vacks had to wonder what they were playing at.

"Don't those idiots realize we can't stay out here and play for too long? Do they really want the Empire to get involved in this little war game of ours?" the Merc commander said to no one in particular, his words laced with a bit of exasperation.

Now that Phoenix Three had taken care of his pest problem, Vacks changed vectors and streaked right towards the Rebel Convoy. Unsurprisingly, two T-65 X wings broke off from their escorting formation and streaked in his direction.

"Durn it!" Vacks exclaimed out loud. "Did she paint a Phoenix on my hull or a target mark!" he joked anxiously, as he noticed that the two T-65 starfighters were drones, as planned.

"Alright, let's make this a bit more interesting."

Without decelerating, Vacks made a slight course adjustment to his starfighter. His plan was to pass inside the Gorlech's firing arc as he engaged the enemy starfighters. Maybe they would fall for it, he hoped, as these were automatons and not real pilots. Then again, he did notice their programming was actually good. "Upgrades, I bet." he whispered as he neard firing range of the two starfighters. One of them kept coming straight at him as the other suddenly broke off. "What the..?" Vacks said in surprise at the maneuver, but the moment was cut short. His suspicion was brought into focus as the incoming T-65 began firing at him. Phoenix One rolled in as it attempted to evade and then let loose a volley of its own laser fire in response. Both ships graced each other's shields, depleting their protective energy sheathes by varying percentages. Vacks cursed. This was not going to be as easy as he had thought.

Wasting time, he yanked on the piloting stick, hard, as he began a tight turn of the Z-95. No way was he going to let that bogey get on his six. Borrowing a trick from the reckless Merc pilot Winterkill, Vacks performed a half loop as he turned and evened out. To his surprise, he was in a flanking position of the still turning X-wing. The enemy was indeed fast, and would not remain vulnerable for very long. At that very moment, Vacks realized that if he took the shot, he too would leave himself vulnerable to enemy fire, since the other T-65 was not in his sights, but actually coming at him from above. Darn it, all that maneuvering and he still got played.

Without hesitation, Vacks opened fire on the speeding drone starfighter and laced it with laser fire. He knew he was open to receive the same medicine he was doling out, but he had trusted the Gorlech crew to support and cover him. Chances were good that Ingrid, Feav or Garth had his back. If not, he would find himself floating out in the cold of the unforgiving void.

Tag:Gorlech Crew

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IC: Winterkill
As Stormtrooper RTS-2012, aboard the Strident Haze, Refuse Center

"What can we do for you?"

It took Winterkill a moment to process the question as he ditched the soiled armor he'd been wearing. The stench on his person was at the very edge of tolerance, enough for him not to enter another retching fit anyway. He tried not to think about that for a moment.

So, no one was trying to kill him for the moment, but help was being offered. And usually 'we' meant more than one. After removing the last piece of armor, but placing weapons and other needed items before him, the nagai finally looked at his would be benefactors. They were small and unimpressive. Yet, there was something about these diminutive beings that bespoke an unseen

 

OOG:

JediFalcon, go ahead and post arriving at Port Haven and I'll get a tag coming your way. There's a Game Summary at the Library Thread, so if you're a bit overwhelmed at what may be going on at the moment, go ahead and read that. It will catch you up pretty quick on the whole game. And then its always a good idea to at least read the last two pages of posts.

 

OCC I written up an introduction post and wasn?t sure if I could post it right away or not. Here goes.

Location: Port Haven

Introduction post

Fress Colias walked around the docking bay where she parked her fighter earlier. So this was Port Haven? Merchanies and smugglers alike were always for hire here. She remembered hearing about the place while serving on the front lines during the Clone Wars. Anakin always had distaste for places like this and she didn?t bother asking him what his story was. His facial features at that particular moment made her reconsider asking. She shook her head at the far away memory as it slowly faded to the back of her mind again. It only led her to a dark place of pain and suffering of the day the temple was brought down. Her only known home since she left Alderaan.

Fress learned The Merc was always hiring new people for jobs and she knew the line of work was rough. Considering her background as a flight commander she knew she would be a shoe in for the squadron position, she heard there was a position in flight one open, the only problem was her full name. Palpatine had placed her on the top of the most wanted listed for criminals. Bounty Hunters have tried to track her down causing her to take on an alias changing her persona altogether.

Fress sat down at a table as she glanced around. She took up the foul smelling drink and slowly sipped away at it. She wondered when her contact from the Merc would arrive. She reached down and patted the blaster at her side. A vibro blade was hidden comfortably up her sleeve in a protective sheath. All she had to do was twist her wrist a certain way and it would dislodge the blade safely in her hand.

Fress had fake records rigged to pass an initial security check in case they decided to run a background check. She began to wonder if she would ever be able to say her real name ever again. Someday she would be able to reveal her secret, but for now it was all she had to go on these days.

The Jedi became her family so long ago and now she had nothing. Palpatine?s vicious ways had to seen to that. She closed her eyes as she remembered hearing the blaster shots ring out and the surprised betrayed cries of her family collapsing in front of her. The only thing that saved her was not being Force Sensitive.

Fress opened her eyes and took another sip of the vile liquid. If only Palpatine was stopped that day then this war would never have taken place. She still couldn?t understand what Anakin was thinking the day he switched sides. Now she was surviving based on her skills and everything she learned in survival classes.

Tag Bravo

 

OOC: thanks grey, much appreciated.

oh, and hello earwen. good to see you about and stuff. looks like we're wingmates or something... that should be interesting.

IC: Narsha Glindorsan
Hangar Entrance, Johnny Boy

She nodded as the lizardlike being said her name. "Yea, that's me. SUch as I am." Following mutely after that, Narsha just looked around at the hustle and bustle. Finally starting to relax a little bit, because surely they wouldn't have something for her to do already seeing as she wasn't officially part of the group yet, she looked curious as someone came running over.

Urgency was pretty well the order of the moment as the man ended up being the communications guy, and he'd just gotten a fairly urgent message from the Rebel Alliance. They actually do work with them. Good. As the situation was explained a bit, Narsha started getting a sneaking suspicion that something was up. As soon as she was told that her application was already approved, she realized that she was supposed to be flying. Oh hell. I don't even know what they're going to ask me to fly. Then she was told it would be a headhunter, which helped her relax a little. Probably one of the more common fighters out there, they could take a pounding as far as these things went.

Before she could actually say anything beyond "Than-" he was gone. Looking around, "Well... that wasn't what I was expecting. Guess I ought to go change and check on the ship." Narsha very purposefully didn't say my ship, since, well, it really wasn't yet. Might never be.

As she started to walk away she noticed a man in a hover chair talking to Devaronian and motioning towards her. Uh oh. What don't I know? Deciding she would probably be better off ignoring it she continued towards where she'd been told the flight suits were until...

Suddenly the Devaronian female was standing by her and holding out a hand, saying something about how they were supposed to be wingmates and that she'd been flying for years. Oh, and her name was Zixellia.

It took her a few seconds to actually react, but she did finally take the proffered hand. "Hi... I'm, uh, I'm Narsha. Nice to meet you. Oh, Glindorsan. Narsha Glindorsan. I'm still trying to get my feet under me. Been a really long day." She pulled her hand away, and shifted her feet a little. "I haven't had a chance to look over my ship yet, so I probably ought to. Need to know what it can do and all." As she started leaning away, "We can talk more later? After I get things checked out?" Oh gods, I'm making an absolute fool of myself.

TAG: EARWEN

 

OOG:


I think I got your character's Alias correct, JediFalcon...I hope.



IC: Andrew 'Guitar' Monk
Heading towards the Low-Security Public Hangers, Port Haven


The Chief Helms Officer and Petty Officer of The Mmercs, Andrew 'Guitar' Monk, wondered what Captain Taller had against him all of sudden. Okay, sure, there was that one night when he stayed up all night with Mercs' Helms Co-pilot and Able Crewman Jityar 'Drums' Ba'tar, his good buddy, and they played their respected musical instruments all night. But that was months ago, during the long and boring wait of the Republic of Watava contract. Certainly, the Cap had forgotten about that? Or was this some type of sick revenge on the Cap's part? Maybe the Mercs' Sensors Officer and top non-commissioned officer of the Mercs, Chief Petty Officer Wa Yay, was right...

A disgruntled mercenary captain was a scrooge. Enough of a scrooge to get Andrew Monk killed!

I mean, serious, what was Taller thinking? Just a little while ago, the Coruscant Aces contracted out the local Haven's Gang to kill some of the Mercs. And who did Taller send to deliver a message personally to the recently battled Mercs? That's right, yours truly.

Andrew sure hoped Cap got his legs back, because he was just not very friendly, ya know? Andrew had heard a rumor that Commander Terrel Vacks had sent a letter to Mon Mothma, demanding the Rebel Alliance do something to help Taller. Yep, that sounded like Vacks---direct and to the point. A course, that was the rumor, but usually rumors involving Vacks weren't rumors at all, but the real thing, which sometimes was scary.

Oh, yea, back to the complaint. Not only did Taller send poor Andrew out into danger's way one time, he did it a second time! Sure, the Coruscant Aces' messed up the first time with the Haven Gang, but Andrew was sure they've been watching him go back and forth, back and forth. Wasn't there something called a comlink for this type of thing, so the messenger wouldn't get shot?

Shaking his head, the Chief Helms Officer entered the hanger he was told to go to, to meet they're newest recruit. Ever since the Mercs got onto the HoloNet news for attacking Imperial military targets and had been identified by the Empire as one of the most wanted in the last few weeks, everyone and their mother wanted to join the little mercenary gang.

Well, the more the merrier, right? Especially considering they're job choice as mercenaries.

There, sitting at a table was the newest recruit, Kasha Sherland.

Andrew cleared his throat to get her attention, "Miss Sherland? I'm Andrew Monk with the Mercs, your contact..." And moving target practice for the Coruscant Aces, Andrew added mentally.



Tag JediFalcon

 

Andrew cleared his throat to get her attention, "Miss Sherland? I'm Andrew Monk with the Mercs, your contact..." And moving target practice for the Coruscant Aces, Andrew added mentally.

Fress looked up and nodded with a small smile. ?Pleased to meet you, Mr. Monk. What are my responsibilities? I believe I?ve been placed??

Andrew nodded. ?Two flight, Merc eight,? he answered.

?And who is my wingmate?? Fress wanted to know with an eager smile.

Tag Bravo

 

OOC: Yes, I think it shall be interesting.

IC: Zixellia Tyvynn
Hangar, Port Haven

Miss Glindorshan took a few moments to react. Zixie used that time to note the distinct features of her wingmate, particularly her purple eyes and the scar across her cheek.

"Hi... I'm, uh, I'm Narsha. Nice to meet you. Oh, Glindorsan. Narsha Glindorsan. I'm still trying to get my feet under me. Been a really long day."

From her manner, it seemed that Narsha was nervous or unraveled by something.

I haven't had a chance to look over my ship yet, so I probably ought to. Need to know what it can do and all. We can talk more later? After I get things checked out?"

"It was nice meeting you." Zixie called off after Narsha as she vanished towards her ship. "I guess she's not quite the talkative one." She whispered silently to herself before slowly making her way to her ship, which happened to be resting next to the headhunter. I might as well run through my checklist as well... Zixie busied herself with inspecting her ship.

Tag: Trimaj