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

Winterkill

Aboard the Johnny Boy

"Winterkill, you are to come with us to the bridge, sir." A Battle Droid of detachment 2-M informed him in its universally recognizable mechanized 'mannerism'. For a brief second, Winterkill eyed the droid suspiciously, since he had not expected an escort, but then relaxed as he realized the thoughtfulness of the gesture. This had been done for his benefit. Without waiting, the two droids of Detachment 2-M flanked Winterkill and started to escort him to the bridge, assisting him where they needed to along his walk.

Even as they reached the bridge, Winterkill felt a rush of energy fill him as he heard bits and pieces of com-chatter. There was an engagement happening at that very moment and he was left out of the action. The Mercs were working with a handicap, which only added to their risk. A pang of guilt shot through him. He let his emotion s get the best of him and ended up inside a bacta-tank because of it. Winterkill bit his lower lip, then took-in a deep breath and exhaled, centering himself even as he tried to control the sudden burst of anxiety combined with rushing adrenalin now coursing through him. Without hesitating, the nagai walked right up to the command station and saluted.

"Commander Terrel Vacks, Flight Officer Winterkill reporting for immediate duty, sir!!"

Winterkill held the salute and adopted a perfect posture. His gaze was steady, focused and intense....as usual. By the crispness of his salute, one would not have thought that he'd just been released from the medical bay, no - Winterkill looked very much the part of a young, yet seasoned recruit waiting to serve as he silently awaited his marching orders.

While he waited for a response, Winterkill listened carefully to the bits of comm-chatter he could pick up and tried to piece together what was going on.

Tag: Bravo Short and sweet. Sorry about the wait. RL is doing a number on me. *sigh*

 

IC: Jason Lasso
Sweetheart---Naboo Royal n-1 Starfighter, just beyond orbit of Port Haven, engaging enemy capital ship


"Merc Flight continue assault on Corvette's gun implacements. I'll see how far I can hold them. Now Break!"

"Copy that Lead," Jason Lasso replied, breaking opposite of Havah's flight path. Coming back around to the Corvette's rear, Lasso wasn't surpised to get a healthy dose of enemy trubolaser fire from the top turret. The enemy Corvette was still engaging hot fire with the Johnny Boy. Dipping under the top turret's plane of fire, Jason was greeted with a coming about bottom turret that had broke off it's assault on the Johnny Boy and brought its deadly fire to now bare on Jason's coming assault.

Putting his starfighter into a role, Jason was able to avoid two back-to-back blasts of turbolaser fire as it shot past his cockpit. Dude whistled in excitement. Bringing his starfighter to a level playing field once again, Jason weaved in and out of the turbolaser blasts as he moved in closer. Once with-in range, he switched back to proton torpedoes and immediately got a solid tone. He let two torpedoes go with-in moments of each other, since his starfighter only had a single proton torpedo launcher, and broke off his attack run, just in time as a turbolaser blast shot right through where he had been a second ago. A second later, the two torpedoes blasted away the bottom double turbolaser cannon. Jason didn't wait long to get back on track, but had noticed that his Squadron Leader was doing a rather interesting tactic, "I hope he makes it," Jason told himself.

Coming back around on a higher plain this time, the Corvette's two port side turbolaser cannons opened up, "Shoot, bad place to come back up at!" The two turbolaser cannons had him pinned down and it wasn't looking good, but then he got an idea. "Dude, bring up the Johnny Boy's firing pattern and locate that Corvette's weakest area."

A series of hoots and whistles came as a reply and data soon after appeared on Jason's view screen.

"Good, thanks Dude," The evidence pointed to the fact that the Corvette's top rotating dish, known as the Comm and Sensor Array, was quite weak and under a steady flow of laser fire from the Johnny Boy, "Two proton torpedoes should take care of their communications and sensors. Dancing his starfighter to avoid the newest blasts of enemy fire, Jason armed his proton torpedoes and waited for target lock. "Just a few more seconds, com baby, hold together, hold together!" His shields started taking hits despite his maneuvering as the turbolaser gunners had him zeroed in and knew his tactics. He switched open his general comm with the Johnny Boy and Havah, "Switching all energy to forward shields!" Alarms started going off with-in the cockpit and could be heard through the open comm unit, "Lead, I'm taking some hits!" Jason said frantically as shields on his view screen were flashing red, then dropped to nothing. His hull took the remaining blast energy from a nearby turbolaser explosion that his shields had absorbed most of before they collapsed under the strain. Finally, his target tones went solid.

"Merc One firing proton torpedoes at selected target!" Jason depressed his secondary firing switch and saw as two proton torpedoes shot out. He hoped the turbolaser gunners had a moment of bad aim as he put all speed to engines and dived downwards and out of the plain of fire. The two proton torpedoes impacted, issuing a rather bright explosion.

Although it wasn't a weapon emplacement, the Corvette's gunners would have a heck of a time targeting the Merc starfighters without sensors. And once the Johnny Boy made a break for it, any long-range firing would be diffucult for the Corvette's gunners. With-out sensors, the port side turbolaser gunners stopped their firing.


Jason was drained after the heart-pumping action against the two port turbolasers and his voice sounded as much, "Lead, this is One. Bottom double turbolaser turret and co

 

Winterkill
Aboard the Johnny Boy

"Flying Officer Winterkill, I believe there is a starfighter waiting for you in the hanger. I suggest you use it and join up with your fellow Mercs."

This, was an order given by Captain Rick Taller himself. The man had walked on to the bridge just as the nagai had finished speaking to Commander Vacks, and re-assumed command of the bridge in that moment.

"Yes, SIR!!" Winterkill declared immediately and emphatically. He felt an unfamiliar sensation upon his face. Was that a smile??

Not dwelling on that, Winterkill turned on his heel and bolted out of the bridge and made for the ship's hangar.All distractions were now driven from his mind as he brought his steely focus into being. It was mission time!!

Winterkill made it to the pilots locker-room already half undressed. He quickly punched in the code to unlock his locker and got himself changed into his black flight suit in record time. Running out once more without even looking back, Winterkill quickly spoke into his com, but this time in his native language as he ordered his ship via voice-com to fire up the flight sequence. A mere moment later, the nagai found himself skidding in the ship's hangar as he made a turn to where his ship, the black StarViper called Wraith awaited him. Winterkill smiled and felt purpose course through him.

"Good to see you again, Wraith. Let's do this!!"

[Welcome Back...]

In a blink of an eye, Winterkill was aboard his ship, engines roaring and ready. Seconds later, Flight Control gave 'Flight 10' the green light after uploading all tactical data to his battle computer. The Wraith fired its engines and shout out of the Johnny Boy's hangar like a bat out of hades.

Once outside, Winterkill came about and found the combat vector, then began to count the seconds it would take to finally join the fight!

Tag: Bravo (Woo Hoo! back on track)

 

IC: Havah Jeth
Spook CloakShape Fighter, just beyond orbit of Port Haven

The tone sounded in his ear just moments after his erratic laser fire incinerated the craft ahead, the computer systems and Pic had to take control to pull the ship out of the spin as his own arms were having to much dificulty defying enertia.

As his craft pulled out of the spin and away from the debris of the ugly he quickly took stock of the situation, his two wings had knocked the Corvette out of the fight essentially, thus leaving the escape clear for the Johnny Boy.

The last ugly had to either have a good pilot or dumb luck to have swirved onto his tail, but for the time being he decided to make a game out of it. "Welcome back Merc 10, to Merc Wing. Merc Wings, whoever shoots this off my tail first gets to have a share of the expensive bottle of precious fluids I'm owed."

Now all he had to do was keep up the evasice maneuvers to keep the Ugly from getting a target lock until one of them fried it. Then he could simply enjoy following the orders to evac to the transmitted coordinats. That or else get blasted EV while waiting and have to have Mother pick him up before the jump...hopefully those would get the lead out soon.

His ship shook slightly from a grazing hit. "Don't make me have to up the reward here..."

TAG: Bravo, Grey

 

OOG: I'll be posting the hyperspace jump and next series of events a little bit later today.


IC: Jason Lasso
Sweetheart---Naboo Royal n-1 Starfighter, just beyond orbit of Port Haven


His ship shook slightly from a grazing hit. "Don't make me have to up the reward here..."


"Hold on Havah," Lasso said as he increased his speed, "I'm coming!" Lasso glanced at his sensors and saw Winterkill's starfigter heading their way, "Merc Ten, this is Merc One. Welcome back Winterkill. Join up with Havah and me at the jump vector...0.27.5."

As Lasso's Naboo Royal n-1 Starfighter came closer, Jason observed Jeth bounce his starfighter around the in-coming volley of laser fire from the Ugly. The pilot of that Ugly had Jeth zeroed in good and it wouldn't be long before their Squadron Leader was floating in space.

"Dude, increase speed to the engines. Hurry!"

Dude's reply was a series of beeps and whistles as Lasso watched his squadron leader's shields go down another notch on his sensors. Jason's heart started to pound in his ears as his fear rose as time went by for his squadron leader's safe return. "Dude, engines now!" Jason pressed.

The astromech's reply was anything but nice, but moments later Jason's speed increased.

"Hold on Lead, I'm coming in!" Jason said over the comm channel. Jason was almost on-top of the Ugly when he let loose a volley of laser fire that ripped through one of the Y-Wing pylons of the craft, sending the Ugly into an uncontrolled fall away from Havah Jeth's starfighter.

"You're clear Lead," Lasso said as he exhaled in relief and brought his starfighter up to starboard aft of Jeth's starfighter, "Sorry it took so long."


Tag Mitth, Grey


EDIT: Grammar

 

IC: Rick Taller
Bridge, Johnny Boy


After Lasso vaped Jeth's pursuer and Winterkill joined the group, Rick Taller gave the order, "Okay everyone, data is being transmitted to you're astromech droids and ship nav computers. Be alert when we pop out of hyperspace. We're going to be doing the classical multiple jump process to hide our tracks from Port Haven. May the Force be with us."

And just like that, the three starfighters lead the Johnny Boy into hyperspace. Behind them, the only traces of the pirates were floating debris and the one retreating Corellian CR90 Corvette that had managed to survive the fight. The Red Sand Panthers were now collecting prisoners and performing mop-up duties.


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IC: Jason Lasso
Naboo Royal n-1 Starfighter, exiting hyperspace, three hyperspace jumps and thirty minutes later, unknown area of space


"Okay Dude, here we go," Jason Lasso announced to his R2 astromech droid as the alarm to exit hyperspace was going off. Exiting hyperspace, Jason's eyes went wide and he jumped on the comm right away, "Shields, everyone!"

Putting words into action, Jason flipped his shields to on and simultaneously barreled rolled out of the way of a huge piece of debris. "What the heck happened here..." Jason said in shock into the com channel.

Everywhere in front of them were the remains of a huge space battle. Floating pieces of star ship hulks, debris, containers, and bodies floated everywhere. Some of the star ship hulks and debris still had fires raging through them where oxygen was still available. In other places, energy zapped across ship hulks and debris uncontrolled from energy generators who had lost their governing systems. Still in other places were explosions still going off as ships breathed their last breath and blew up or ammunition went off from fires.

Rick Taller's voice was quick on the comm as the Johnny Boy emerged from hyperspace, "Mercs, listen up. Jeth, take you're flight and patrol these debris. Be careful of explosions and debris. Keep you're eye for a trap. It smells like one. You are to find the debris of the command ship, Rebel Red. You are to locate any survivors aboard her wreckage, specifically locating General Chris ?Rock? Blazer. Sensors are picking up multiple life signs aboard many of the debris...you are not to assist them. Only locate General Blazer and his command crew, that's an order. Sensors are going to try to locate ion trails of any other ships in the area, to see what happened. Right now, we're only picking up ships with Rebel Alliance signatures."

"Ah Jeth," Lasso said over the comm as he followed a floating TIE Fighter solar panel, "I just spotted TIE Fighter debris..."

[According to my scans, the Rebel Red is straight ahead, in the thick of the debris.] Dude's words scrolled across Jason's view screen.

Jason looked ahead at the dense collection of floating debris ahead with explosions and energy discharges happening everywhere, "In THERE! Oh great..."


Tag Mitth, Grey

 

Winterkill
Wraith: StarVaiper Attack Platform, exiting hyperspace, unknown area of space.


Winterkill shook his head desbilievigly, just as the streaks of light outside his ship suddenly winled into points of light as they re-entered normal space.

How did Jason Lasso steal his kill?? The Naboo Royal starfighter appeared from seeminly out of nowhere and let loose with a good measure of laser fire, literally half a second before Winterkill was about to open fire himself. The ugly on Havah Jeth's tail didn't stand a chance, since it had been ready to evade Winterkill and not Lasso.

The nagai stared at the burst of vaporized ugly for as long as it lasted, his joy at having joined the fight somewhat deflated, which was only compounded by his tardiness. Taking a moment to swallow his disappointment, Winterkill spoke into the com.

"Good shooting Flight 1."

His tone was neutral, as it usual, which was something he was glad to have managed.

But that was now forgotten and part of the past.

A new set of jump coordinates had been given, expressly with the purpose of making the Mercs hard to track. And now, they'd emerged here....which was where exactly?

Winterkill had only to glass outside his ship for his answer.

Everywhere in front of them were the remains of a huge space battle. Floating pieces of star ship hulks, debris, containers, and bodies floated everywhere.

"What in Hades...."

This was most unexpected.

Still in other places were explosions still going off as ships breathed their last breath and blew up. Winterkill was completely absorbed by the devastation for a good moment as he wondered what had taken place, before a familiar voice brought him back to reality.

Rick Taller's voice was quick on the comm as the Johnny Boy emerged from hyperspace. "Mercs, listen up. Jeth, take you're flight and patrol these debris. Be careful of explosions and debris. Keep your eye for a trap. It smells like one. You are to find the debris of the command ship,Rebel Red. You are to locate any survivors aboard her wreckage, specifically locating General Chris ?Rock? Blazer. Sensors are picking up multiple life signs aboard many of the debris...you are not to assist them. Only locate General Blazer and his command crew, that's an order."

Winterkill raised a dark eyebrow. That was some order. So, this was to be some sort of special rescue mission.

Winterkill adjusted his navigation vectors as he avoided several large burning pieces of a ships hull.

"Ah Jeth," Lasso said over the comm, "I just spotted TIE Fighter debris..."

TIE Fighter debris!? Winterkill thought to himself. That means IMPERIALS!

Winterkill's battle alertness came into effect at that confirmation.

"Full shields.." He said to his ship.

Half a body floated past Winterkill's cockpit, but he just treated it like any other piece of flaoting debris and veered past it. He'd seen more than his share of dead bodies in his short lifetime to be affected by such things.

"The debris field is enormous. Any guess as to which chunks belong to our objective... more or less?"

Tag:Bravo

 

IC: Jason Lasso
Naboo Royal n-1 Starfighter, debris field, unknown area of space


Lasso was still somewhat stealing himself in a inward grin at taking Winterkill's shot earlier on to save Jeth. But Lasso was always told that the early bird gets the worm...so Jason had taken the shot. Jason knew he would make it up to Winterkill after they had gotten home safely.

"The debris field is enormous. Any guess as to which chunks belong to our objective... more or less?"

Jason nodded his head at Winterkill's question, "Dude says its straight ahead in the thickest of the debris field. Lead, what's your orders?"

Inwardly, Jason was wondering who had contacted The Mercs about this mission. With so many in need of help, why only rescue a select few? Although Jason disagreed with the order, he couldn't deny its logic. If this was a trap, then they had very limited time.

Up ahead, the bow section of a CR90 Corellian Corvette blew to pieces, sending a blue shock wave mixed with fiery flames through the floating debris field. If whoever laid this trap weren't going to get them, one of these exploding hulks just might.

"Another TIE Fighter...this time the ball-eye cockpit pretty well blasted," Jason's voice came over the comm, "Two TIE Fighter debris...things are looking like Imperials here more and more, Jeth."

The Johnny Boy silently waited outside the debris field while the three Merc starfighters searched the debris.


Tag Mitth, Grey

 

IC: Havah Jeth
Spook CloakShape Fighter, debris field, unknown area of space

Quickly dodging under the larger debris he began filtering what he was currently experiencing having come out of hyperspace. It was a veritable mine field of debries from shattered ships.

Studying what he could as he dodged listening to the comm chatter, Imperials was bad news, mission to save rebels was bad news, and having to go through this possibly booby-trapped debri field was terrible news.

Well it was time to step out of the boiling water and see if they were could pass through the fire to cooler ground, "Acknowledged. Merc Flight, do you have the CR90 that just had an explosion on your scopes? If not just follow me, we will be taking a hop-scotch approach from one debri explosion to the next where able. If lucky it will have knocked out clear paths from any traps."

Waiting a moment he took it nice and easy pulling through into the thickened churn of scrap. Only time and sensors would bear out how this mission went.

TAG: Bravo, Grey

 

IC: Jason Lasso
Naboo Royal n-1 Starfighter, debris field, unknown area of space


"Acknowledged. Merc Flight, do you have the CR90 that just had an explosion on your scopes? If not just follow me, we will be taking a hop-scotch approach from one debri explosion to the next where able. If lucky it will have knocked out clear paths from any traps."


"Copy that, Lead," Lasso replied, slowing down his speed accordingly to follow as closely to Jeth's rear starboard as he could. Jason then turned his attention to Dude, "Ya know, Jeth's order there was pretty smart think'n. I would never have thought of using the exploding ships like that!"

[That's why you're not squadron leader and he is. Dah.]

"Shut up, Dude," Lasso replied, adding, "See if you can increase sensor range Dude,. I know we have Johnny Boy's sensors on our side, but I like having an extra set of eyes closer to home if you know what I mean."


Tag Mitth, Grey

 

IC: Winterkill
Wraith: StarVaiper Attack Platform, unknown area of space.

"Copy." Winterkill said in brief.

The nagai smoothly maneuvered the Wraith to follow behind Jason Lasso's Naboo Royal n-1 Satrfighter, which was in turn following Havah Jeth's CloakShape Fighter.

Internally, Winterkill nodded in admiration of Flight Lead's decision on their approach factor. It was very shrewd of him to use the explosions to their advantage. This only solidified his confidence in both Havah Jeth and Captain Taller. Such strong leadership always managed to inspire him.

As he followed at a safe distance, Winterkill tried to imagine what had occurred here exactly. Who were the combatants and what could they had been fighting about. Certain answers were obvious, but he wasn't thinking about those. It was then that a thought came to mind, one that he spoke out loud.

"I sincerely hope we are the only ones searching through this debris field, otherwise...."

Winterkill didn't bother to finish the sentence. He was pretty sure the others knew exactly what he was implying.

Besides the dangerous debris field, there was a good chance that the Imperials could have TIE Patrols scouting the area, which meant that they could be flying blindly into an ambush.

Or maybe he was just being paranoid.

Winterkill sighed and continued to pilot in silence.

Tag: Bravo, Mitth ( I'll update the other pending scenes soonish)

 

OOG:

Okay, does anyone have the new STAR WARS The Essential Atlas? If you do, this should be a little fun game! Referring to page X (Galactic Coordinates) and pages 4 and 5 (The Galaxy), locate 1) Probably where the battle is right now, considering hyperspace lanes?, 2) Where Merc Squadron is being sent? and 3) The Johnny Boy's flight path leaving the battle?. Since the XYZ Coordinates are not precise (per the STAR WARS The Essential Atlas, page X), just give me a listing of the groupings of planets in each coordinate box (i.e. L-6). I am giving you the last coordinate (Port Haven) as a guide and as an example:

Question: Coordinates L6, XYZ coordinates: 1, 4, 0 (?)

Answer: Whendyll, Outer Rim Territories (STAR WARS The Essential Atlas, page 241)
Planets in L-6:

Phaeda
Urce


Note: You can view the Outer Rim Territories here online and still do this even if you don't have STAR WARS The Essential Atlas: StarWars.com Essential Atlas Extra: Outer Rim Sectors (I noticed that L-6 is missing one of the planets from The Galaxy (pages 4-5) map in The Outer Rim (page 32) map both online and in book. Other maps both in book and online may be like that too, but I'm not for sure on that).

Game question coordinates for questions 1-3:

Coordinates J-4. XYZ coordinates: -2, 6, -1

Coordinates M-5, XYZ coordinates 2, 5, 0

Coordinates N-5, XYZ coordinates 3, 5, 0

Coordinates O-5, XYZ coordinates 4, 5, 0

Coordinates N-6, XYZ coordinates: 3,4, 0

Coordinates L6, XYZ coordinates: 1, 4, 0 (?) Whendyll, Outer Rim Territories (Port Haven is in L-6)


This should be some fun! You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I just thought it would be some nerdy fun.


Here's some information for below:

EF76 Nebulon-B Escort Frigate
Zero-G Assault stormtrooper



IC: Rick Taller
Bridge, Johnny Boy


"Sensors, anything?" Taller asked impatiently, although he didn't mean to. A contract was a contract, but he still didn't like sending his pilots in alone like this. But he couldn't send in Mother for a rescue without the starfighters clearing the area first.

The Sensor's Officer, a Gossam female known as Chief Petty Officer Wa Yay, shook her head, "Nothing, Captain. There's too many different ion trials after the battle. The computer is having a hard time trying to identify---WAIT!"

Taller turned around sharply at the Gossam female's sharp voice, "What, Petty Officer Yay?"

"Sensors are picking up an Imperial-class Star Destroyer's ion trial---"

"Sir, communications are being jammed!" Burst Petty Officer Pa'luva Tok, the Sullustan male Communications Officer.

"From where!?" Taller demanded.

"Everywhere, sir!" Reported Wa Yay, "Multiple sensor hits with-in the debris field! Identifying source...Zero-G assault stormtrooper units, forty in all. They're in a grid-like pattern!"

"Taller, look!" Terrel Vacks reported from besides him as he pointed a finger out towards the debris field.


No Tag (See tag below)



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IC: Jason Lasso
Naboo Royal n-1 Starfighter, debris field, unknown area of space


Jeth was good, Lasso observed. As he and Winterkill neatly filed in behind the squadron leader, Jeth's skill wasn't so much displayed in his ability to get through the debris field as it was being sensible to the fact that the pilot behind him---Lasso---didn't have as much experience as the veteran starfighter pilot and adjusted his flying accordingly. Lasso just wondered how Winterkill was doing---since with the debris field Ja

 

IC: Havah Jeth
Spook Cloakshape Fighter, debris field, unknown area of space

Sensors pinged just moments before blue lights appeared up ahead, four blue streaks to be precise, clicking the comm on he was greeted only with screeching that seemed intent on robbing him of hearing.

"Arghh!" he growled as he slowed his speed, giving brief moments longer to take the unfolding situation in. Another sensor ping barely registered as the comm signal was cut by Pic, "Thanks." he grumbled as he pushed his ship down beneath the ecliptic plane, diving for all his nuts and bolts to keep them together as soon as the new ping registered was an Imperial Star Destroyer of some model above them disgorging TIE's like it was confetti at the Emperors birthday party.

Unfortunately in that last analogy they would have been the entrees carried by the wait staff about to be speared by some hungry aristocrat. Not a pretty picture.

[Data link established with Lasso and Winterkill.]

"Status?"

[They are requesting orders, and Lasso's astromechs datalink indicates potential loss of thrust soon.]

"By the Emperor's Black Bone's when it rains it pours! Dive and evasive." he called back, knowing Pic would relay the information.

[Johnny Boy link established. Encrypted coordinates received for short jump, and supply depo. Would you like me to transmit it to the other pilots?]

"What do you think? Yes send it encrypted, and plot us the quickest route clear to make the jump from this debri's field using the debris as potential cover and send that as well before punching more power to the engines."

Shaking his head as he dived around a particulary large chunk of debri's he sighed heavily, "If we make it out of this I might just have to buy us all a round to forget about it."

[I shall endevour to remind you to get sufficiently enebriated later sir.] was Pics scrolling reply as he carried out the other tasks simultaneously.

TAG: Bravo, Grey

 

IC: Winterkill
Wraith: StarVaiper Attack Platform, conflict in area of space.

"ITS A TRAP!"

These were the words that heralded the storm of chaos, where the burning bats of hades swarmed and besieged their prey, or so it seemed to Winterkill. Communications were jammed, but his sensors started pinging like a hornest nest in a frenzy. From beyond the debris field he saw them pouring out of their gargantuan metal nests by the droves.

TIE fighters!

Too many to bother counting.

"Nyx! evasive action! NOW!!"

Even as he shouted, Winterkill began his shield rotation and reinforced his aft-shields, even as he took the StarViper on a sharp turned and banked. Hard.

[Three incoming enemy TIE Fighters on approach vector...]

"Damn it all!! we got set-up!! DAMN!!"

The three TIE fighters ion engines screamed as they took an attack pattern and began to rain down their hot green lances of death as they followed Winterkill into the debris field.

"Let's see if this floating junk can partially shield us! what's the status, Nyx?"

Spiraling at the last moment and avoiding some vicious stutter fire, Winterkill rockets past a burning piece of a junk. It looks as if it were a portion of the engineering section.

[Johnny Boy status unknown. Merc Two's astromech is requesting permission to establish a data link.]

"Allow it! allow it!!!" Winterkill shouted as he performed a shield rotation and fired at the slow moving piece of burning junk. A brilliant explosion followed suit, and only one of the three TIEs veered reflexively, only to collide with another piece of floating debris. The Two TIEs that remained expertly avoided being badly damaged.

[Shield strength at 96%. Data-link establish with Flight One and Lead Flight. Communication initiated. Receiving encrypted data. Decryption process initiated.]

"Forward shield rotation. Now!"

Winterkill flipped the StarViper and rained his own barrage of laser fire at one of the TIE fighters. Unfortunatelly the other took the opportunity to pelt him as it passed. The Wraith's target went up in flames, broke up in pieces before exploding like a miniature star.

[Shield strength at 82%. Decryption complete. Downloading navigational coordinates.]

"Copy whatever Havah Jeth is doing!" Winterkill commanded. The last remaining TIE fighter was not about to give up so easy as it did a pretty good job of keeping up with the nagai pilot. Fortunately for Winterkill, his aft shield could handle the glancing hits from its lasers, but not indefinitely.

[Plotting course. Jump coordinates plotted. Shields at 77%. Alert. Flight One's fuel is low.]

"Wait...what? are we jumping? were to? Guys...what's goin..." A solid hit rocked the Wraith.

[Minor damage sustained.]

"Blasted TIE! one sec guys..."

Winterkill fired ahead of him and cleared a small path, and accelerated while the explosions were still happening. He knew his maneuver only bought him at best 1.5 seconds of breathing room, which was just enough space at the speed they were traveling. Winterkill flipped his ship one again. The TIE pilot tried to anticipate the maneuver and had changed his trajectory to avoid his direct lne of fire, but Winterkill did not use his lasers, he launched a torp instead.

[Qu'elwynt'r. A torpedo detonation at this range...]

"I know Nyx, but there was little choice."

A blinding flash engulfed the StarViper's cockpit and Winterkill had to cover his eyes. As expected, the explosion vaporized the TIE, but it rocked the Wraith as well.

The StarViper listed in space for a few seconds before taking flight once again.

[Shield Strength at 15%. Additional damage sustained. Second wave of TIE fighters detected. Estimated contact in 22 seconds. Best escape window. immediate.]

Winterkill ignored that last part.

"Lasso, Jeth! we need to make that Jump now. Do you think you can make it Flight One?"

As he waited for a response, Winterkill kept an eye on his proximity scanner. The TIEs were now less tha 20 seconds away, but beyond them, Zero G troopers were getting in range to use their long ran

 

OOG: Hey guys, I've been out doing some recruiting!


IC: Rick Taller
Bridge, Johnny Boy


Rick Taller stared at the holograpic life-size imagine of Imperial Security Bureau Investigator Hilick Soal as if the Imperial had just told him the Empire had surrendered to the Rebel Alliance.

"...so I offer you these conditions, Captain Taller. Surrender you're forces and you'll be treated to the best war-time prisoner treatment I can arrange."

Taller knew the Imperial was full of bantha-crap when it came to fair war-time treatment of prisoners to the Empire. So surrender wasn't an option. But on the other information, that Jason Lasso would somehow not tell him something was---although hard to accept---not as full of bantha-crap. It wasn't fitting to Investigator Hilick Soal's reputation to be wrong.

"First, The Mercs will not surrender to the Empire. Not here, not ever! Secondly, whatever claims the Empire has against one of my crew members will be investigated by me personally first and not the Empire, Investigator Soal. And thirdly, IF I find evidence to back your claims and IF the Empire's aims are not destruction of whole populations with this Red Rock, then I will contact you. But judging by the Empire's track record, I doubt the second if is for any peace-loving purposes."

Investigator Soal's demeanor was perfectly calm, which made Taller all the more angry. The Imperial was perfectly confident in what he was doing. Taller's face, on the other hand, was as red as a red giant. "Captain Taller, I know your record and I know every last crew member aboard your ship. I know everything about you. I have the power to erase everyone's criminal record and you may all start a clean, new life under the New Order. All you have to do is send the Red Rock to me in a container. Eject it into space and my men will tractor beam it to the ship."

"Investigator Soal, if you knew everything about me, then you should know I've spent the years since the Clone Wars fighting for the true Galactic Republic to be restored and not for this illegal New Order of Supreme Chancellor Palpatine."

"You should know your place, Captain Taller! Its Emperor Palpatine. He's your Emperor and you shall respect his position and power."

"He's your Emperor, not mine."

"And your pilots, Captain Taller? They're out-numbered by three TIE Fighter squadrons. Are their deaths worth defying an Empire?"

"Don't underestimate my pilots, Investigator Soal. That will be the death of you."

"You didn't answer my question, Captain."

Taller looked right at Soal with a seriousness that defined who Taller was. "They won't die, Investigator."

With that, the transmission was cut on Taller's command with a head gesture. Taller turned to Vacks. "He thinks he knows everything about me." Taller sat down in his command chair.

"First waves of TIE Fighters and TIE Bombers to reach us from the Imperial Justice and Terminator is thirty seconds. A squadron of TIE Fighters and a squadron of TIE Bombers from the Darkest Night is ETA: one minute. The Star Destroyer Imperial Justice is starting pursuit." Wa Yay reported from the sensor station.

"Helm?" Taller asked.

"Clear for hyperspace jump!" Andrew 'Guitar' Monk reported.

"Jump now!" Taller ordered, knowing that now wasn't the time for second thoughts on leaving his pilots behind.

"Preparing for hyperspace in thirty seconds!"

Taller looked at Vacks and whispered, "We have a problem."

Vacks nodded. "The supply depot we're sending our pilots. That place ran off of Red Rock, if that's what it was called."

"That's why that depot's power supply was kept secret, even from higher Republic military command. If Palpatine ever knew about how the base commander discovered that Red Rock, then [i

 

IC: Havah Jeth
Spook Cloakshape Fighter, debris field, unknown area of space

"Let's see what we got...Ah for an experiments lab! There has to be no way!" he cried out as he looked at the sensors as three ties pursued Lasso, three ties headed after Winterkil, and the six remaining ties came after his hide. "Are broadcasting an invitation or something? Why are they after us?"

[...]

"Pic. Why are we having to maneuver for my life from Six TIEs right!?" he shouted back.

[Lasso's craft is in no condition to handle four.]

"What?"

[Standard military proceedure would have an equel split to each ship in the vicinity. The StarDestroy for our Marauder, the TIEs for Merc Flight, with four per ship.]

"What did you do Pic." he asked as the ship shook from a few glancing blows.

[Established connection to TIEs targeting computers and...Identified us as flight lead and primary objective classification update.

"Which means I not only have more TIEs, I have the best of that squad, Thanks Pic." he responded exasperatedly to the droid.

[Anytime sir.]

"Let's pull the Misca Maneuver, and don't start whining about it. If it weren't for you we wouldn't have to pull last ditch resorts!"

Pulling the craft up he flew more in tandem with the junk until a suitably large piece near a hulk loomed close. "Now!" he shouted as they took a shallow turn out of view from the ties before a hard turn and extending the magnetic clamps to lock onto the drebi. The counting down the engines idled, and finally a massive burn causing load shrieks as the metal strained in his ship and in the space junk until it suddenly began to move.

Pulling down the trigger at the last second he watched as two ties flew through his barrage and blew apart as they passed out the otherside. Reverberating the space junk began listing from a couple of impacts on the other side, sensors indicating one solid hit, and two glancing blows that resulted in the affected ties spinning out of control into other debri in the area. A tone sounded as Pic had acquired a target lock on the remaining TIE, a short missle launch later, his last missle and he was once more free.

Detaching he quickly flew out of the field, Pic going on about the second wave only ten seconds out, "JUMP!" he shouted to his wingmates, Pic relaying the message as his ship oriented for the jump itself. He would jump last once the others were away, and then they would find out what they had gotten themselves into now.

TAG: Bravo, Grey

 

IC: Winterkill
Wraith: StarVaiper Attack Platform, Unknown area of space.

[Flight One is unable to answer, because Jason Lasso's ship has already jumped to Hyperspace. Flight Lead is 6. 285 seconds from performing a Hyperspace jump. In addition, enemy TIE Fighters will be in contact range in...]

[JUMP!!] came the order from Havah Jeth.

"Ok! Ok! let's Jump! PUNCH IT!!" the nagai bellowed.

Winterkill did not have to be told twice. He knew if he missed the jump window, there was nothing but the afterworld waiting for him and he would be left to forever wander this horrific space graveyard for the rest of his otherworldly existance.

The Wraith's proximity sensors began to ping faster and faster, just as the stars outside of Winterkill's cockpit began to stretch into streaks of light, and in a literal blink of an eye, the StarViper suddenly disappeared from his enemies targeting scopes.

Nothing but the burning remains of a previously fought battle was left to keep the TIE pilots company.

Fortune still smiled upon Taller's Mercs, but just barely. They had narrowly escaped a trap that would have surely caught them otherwise; but at what cost?

At what cost indeed.

Tag: Mitth, Bravo Woot!

 

OOG: Guys, we're rolling again! Welcome Baskerville to our group! I'll be getting a detailed summary post up ASAP.

"What did you do Pic." he asked as the ship shook from a few glancing blows.

[Established connection to TIEs targeting computers and...Identified us as flight lead and primary objective classification update.

"Which means I not only have more TIEs, I have the best of that squad, Thanks Pic." he responded exasperatedly to the droid.

[Anytime sir.]





Mitth, get ready for more control as Squadron Leader over Jason Lasso and Winterkill. Since Taller is gone for the moment, that leaves you in charge. Don't you just love it?

Hey guys, I'm going to "mini-rush" us into where we need to go, just so we don't have to wait around an extra day or two for tags for traveling in space.


Here's some link information below:

Aggressive ReConnanissance-170 starfighters


IC: Jason Lasso
Sweetheart, Naboo Royal n-1 Starfighter, exiting hyperspace somewhere near Kalee


Between the hyperspace exit alarm and the low fuel alarm, Jason Lasso thought he was going to go crazy. The exit out of hyperspace and into a desolate, lonely area of space made Jason feel even more dismayed.

"Nothing," Jason said, "Just nothing. Dude, where are we?"

Ahead in the blackness of space was a lifeless star system, left ignored or forgotten for an untold number of years. As Jason's starfighter cruised towards the outer rim of the system on what remained of his fuel tank, he wondered if anyone had ever discovered this place before.

[Coordinates J-4. XYZ coordinates: -2, 6, -1. Cannot pinpoint more accurate location, no information available in database on coordinates. Star system ahead labeled as System 2245 Alpha. Database information on System 2245 Alpha:

-One active sun
-20 Dead Planets (40 moons combined)
-Two Gas giants (Gas Giant 1, 3 moons; Gas Giant 2, 4 moons)
-1 Asteroid field
-No modern life in system]

"Great...did that data-link you got from Pic have any instructions?"

[Copy of datalink message: Coordinates J-4. XYZ coordinates: -2, 6, -1. Search for supply depot.]

"Set scanners to look for any supply depot I guess then."

[Warning: hyperspace exit points behind you. Two starfighter-class signatures.]

"That's probably Havah and Winterkill," Jason said unworried, adding as his sensors pinged a search lock on a building, "Interesting, sensors pick up a heat and energy signature in that asteroid field just with-in the star system. But scanners can't pick up any life forms from this distance out. Can our fuel get us there?"

[If by guiding in on luck you mean getting there, then yes.]

"Wonderful," Jason looked down at his sensor screen as it pinged with two starfighters emerging from hyperspace, "Well it looks like everyone made it," Jason switched to the squadron channel and was relieved to get no communications jamming in return, "Havah, this is Jason. Nice to see you guys made it out alive too. Sensors have a structure of some-short in that asteroid field ahead. What do you think, Jeth? My fuel tank says lets try it, cause I'm almost flying on luck here."


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Ten minutes later


It was bad enough being low on fuel, but having to fly through an asteroid field with almost your fuel tank basically dry was worse. Jason barely had enough fuel to make the last major course correction to get on course to land.


WARNING! FUEL: EMPTY IN ONE MINUTE! WARNING!


"Come on baby, come on!" Jason pleaded with his starfighter.

[I told you we'd make it...barely.]

Ahead of the three starfighters of Merc Squadron was a very eerie site. In the middle of the asteroid field was indeed a base that, just from outside appearances, hadn't been touched in well over ten years. A gray-colored command and control tower---no lights and blast shiel

 

OOG: Hi everyone! I'm quite new here and first time RP-ing for a starfighter RPG. I would appreciate all your help here, especially if I get some details wrong... Anyway, hope to learn from all you guys


GM Approved!

Name: Michael Mash
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Species: Human
Homeworld: Corellia
Affiliation: Mercs
Personality
---Traits: Friendly, intense when it comes to flying, loves to joke sarcastically. Responsible and loyal.
---Likes: He loves to gamble, and likes to work out in the gym.
---Dislikes: People who are always uptight and serious on everything. Dislikes people who can't take his jokes.
---Habits: He likes to turn his head side to side to crack his neck. He may appear cocky to others.
Appearance
---Skin Color: Tanned Caucasian
---Hair Color: Brown
---Eye Color: Hazel
---Clothing: Bandanna, Singlet, military trousers and boots
---Other Attributes: About 5 feet 11, Has a Short crew cut hair, Has tattoo of a Krayt dragon on his right arm.
---Other Details: His boots are polished to a immaculate shine
Weapons: Twin DL-44 blasters

Starship (Starfighter only---can?t be an X-Wing yet)
---Name: Nightmare
---Class: ARC-170
---Hyperdrive Class: 1.5
---Weapon(s): Sensor jammers, Forward-mounted medium laser cannons, Rear-mounted laser cannons, Proton Torpedoes (6 torpedoes)
---Shields: 5 × 1016 W
---Sublight Speed: 100 MGLT
---Crew: 1 Pilot, 1 R2 astromech-droid
---Passenger(s):
---Max Cargo (kg):
---Interior Description: Outfitted so that it can only hold one passenger. Tweaked to carry more ammo.
---Other Details:

The Force: No sensitivity

Biography
---Personal History: Michael was born on Corellia. His father was a mechanic who owned a garage for fixing landspeeders and doing minor droid repairs. As such, Michael had some training in fixing vehicles. In his teenage days, Michael was a rebellious soul who loved to take part in illegal racing - using landspeeders. He loved to gamble and because of that, accumulated quite a lot of debt through the races. Some people whom he owed money to wanted to kill him, so Michael ran off and joined a Mercenary group off-world. Starting from scratch, he was a fast learner and proficient in vehicles. As such, he learned to fly a starfighter and eventually became a pilot for the Mercs. He was also trained as a medic.
---Military History: 5 years in the Mercs as pilot and field medic.
---Traumatic Experiences: In an early mission, three years ago, he accidentally shot at another fighter who he thought was the enemy. Who he killed was actually his platoon mate. The guilt lindered on him even till now and he sees the one he killed in his nightmares. That is why he calls his fighter Nightmare - so that he would remind himself always of that mistake.

 

Due to increased traffic in the game, the summary post has arrived! I've got another PM and more people wondering about the game over at the Welcome boards. So its probably best to post this now. Sorry for the small spoiler at the end.


SUMMARY POST #1


STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
CHAPTER 2
Desperate Hold-out


The Mercs have had their nose bloodied. After two months of boredom on a contract between The Mercs and the peaceful Republic of Watava on the Mid-Rim planet of Watava, actions heats up as the Republic of Watava?s arch enemy, the militaristic Country of Lim (who shares the same world at the Republic of Watava), launches a full out invasion of the Republic of Watava. The Mercs are pressed into battle and get a chance to earn they?re paycheck.

However, tragedy strikes the mercenary starfighter squadron early as The Mercs trusted long-time team-mate, Acting Squadron Leader Janice Toller, is killed as her starfighter is destroyed before takeoff. Flight Lieutenant Havah Jeth is promoted during the battle by Captain Rick Taller, The Mercs? Commanding Officer, to Acting Squadron Leader. The Mercs would start to carry the day under the steady leadership of Acting Squadron Leader Havah Jeth. But just before victory is won, an Imperial Fleet arrives over the space above the planet of Watava and starts launching assault craft and starfighters!

No match for Galactic Empire forces, Captain Rick Taller orders a retreat and the Merc pilots---some of whom who are so new to the mercenary starfighter squadron they had joined mid-mission---would barely escape the onslaught of Imperial invasion forces with their Marauder-Class Corvette Johnny Boy.

Unknown to The Mercs, a second group of Imperial ships---specifically a secretly assembled Imperial Squadron of warships known as Royal Red Squadron---arrives after the main Imperial fleet. With the Royal Red Squadron is Imperial Security Bureau Investigator Hilick Soal, who has been assigned a secret mission directly from Emperor Palpatine himself.

Unknown to two of The Merc members, Jason Lasso and Nick Skysand, they had recovered an ancient artifact known as Red Rock shortly before the battle on Watava had started. Equally unknown to both Merc members is the fact that this Red Rock is exactly what Imperial Security Bureau Investigator Hilick Soal was dispatched for by Emperor Palpatine to find.

As The Mercs retreat to their home port of Port Haven over a course of several days unknown to the danger that they are in, Captain Rick Taller gives his pilots some much needed R&R. With paychecks freshly in hand, The Mercs crash upon the scene of Port haven and specifically the local Aces Club, a exclusive mercenary starfighter club for the best of the best. The Mercs have had a long-established name with the Aces Club and their arch enemy also has status within the Aces Club, the mercenary squadron known as The Coruscant Aces. The Coruscant Aces, known for their deadliness in battle and some of them former A-Wall Imperial TIE Pilots, are The Mercs? worst nightmare. Well known for their unethical tactics during combat, The Coruscant Aces are nonetheless the best mercenary starfighter squadron in the known galaxy.

After some fun at the Aces Club, a death challenge is made against one of The Mercs, Winterkill. Barely escaping with his life from a fight that seemed to be rigged from the start and plagued with a blaster fight in one of the market places aimed against Winterkill and The Mercs before the death match even started, Winterkill is taken to the Johnny Boy in critical condition amidst new threats of a pirate fleet under the command of Captain ?One Eye? Lock, a old enemy of Captain Rick Taller, with a contract to kill Winterkill. With the pirates linked to Winterkill?s attempted murderers, Taller orders The Mercs to escape from Port Haven.

With m

 

APPOVED BY Bravo

Name: Jack (Last name unknown)
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Species: Human
Home world: Unknown/Yavin 4
Affiliation: Mercs
Personality
---Traits: Likes to practice his Martial Arts or meditates when not engaged in something else
---Likes: A good drink, and hot women, mainly Twi'leks
---Dislikes: Bosses, someone touching his ship, non-paying costumers
---Habits: Tends to twirl a razor edge blade in his fingers when excited
Appearance
---Skin Color: Pale
---Hair Color: Dark Red (dyed)
---Eye Color: Black (operation)
---Clothing: When not fighting or just lounging around, his clothing is loose. (Please see photo)[image=]
However, when he is flying clothes are more forming to his body and wears a hood. [image=]
---Other Attributes: Martial Arts and great with blades of all sorts
---Other Details: He is very thin, and long legged. He stands total 6'5"
Weapons: He carries a chemical treated sword to resist lightsabers, No blaster, Knives (about 10-20) balanced for throwing if needed.
Starship *( )* Marks updates to fighter
---Name: Night Seeker
---Class: Star fighter
---Hyper drive Class: None-(Modification-Hyper drive Class 3)
---Weapon(s): Laser cannons
---Shields: None
---Sub light Speed: 1,100 km/h (Lowered for the Hyper drive)
---Crew: One
---Passenger(s): None (During rebuilt, he added a passenger seat nothing more)
---Max Cargo (kg): 41 kg
---Interior Description: Instrument panel was upgraded to the most recent types and functions and user abilities
---Other Details: Reflection Matte Black, to help in foiling radar. Canopy is outlined with a bold red line
The Force
---Sensitivity: None
---Religion: Secretive Group of Nilihus, even if he had no abilities of his own
---Light saber
-----Crystal(s):
-----Blade(s):
-----Color(s):
-----Handle Description(s):
---Force Abilities:
---Force Weakness:
---Other Force Object(s):
Biography
Jake does not remember much about his past, or where he was born. Things he does remember are his training at some secrete military base on Yavin 4. He spent twenty years learning to fight blind folded and with weapons. What they were able to tell him about his past was that he was found on their door step as a little baby and brought there. That is when he found out about Darth Nilihus and this secrete group of force users. As he grew, he was a quick learner and had a hunger to fix and repair fighters. The leader of the sect showed him a shot down fighter in an unused bay and gave it to him to do what he always wanted, to restore a fighter and own one.

During his training and repairing the lone star fighter, he was secretly making deals and credits hand over fist, by buying and selling black market goods, until he was found out by the leader himself. So he ran for his life taking the fully restored fighter and left, to never return to them.

Using his personal contacts, he set himself up as a mercenary for anyone that can pay the amount. Although his life was good and rich, as he would put it, he was wanted more. He found it with a group called the Mercs. Now, he flies for them, doing odd jobs and whatever is needed.


IC: Jake
Night Seeker
Asteroid Field

Night Seeker flew like a great dream, even if no one noticed. As Jake leaned forward to stretch his back a little, he thought back the last month. He was living his dream with a favorite Twi?lek he knew for some time now and really hated to leave when he did. Firestorm was her nickname, and she was a firestorm after closing time. Then the call in telling to move is lazy rear end and get back too work. He almost hated the man called Rick Taller and his outfit, but the money was good. He walked out on firestorm that night and he had to do it with her crying, and wanting him to stay and quite the job and marry her instead.

Sighing, he did

 

OOC: Welcome, Baskerville & Darth_Cadaverous, please make yourselves at home!

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IC: Winterkill
Seemingly abandoned space station

The space station seemed deserted, and for once, Winterkill welcomed the solitude it provided. He even found the near-dark lighting conditions soothing.

Jason kept going on about having a bad feeling and how he wasn't liking this or that. Winterkill relegated this to nervous chatter born from almost dying a meaningless death in space and just being plain glad to be alive. For a human, Jason really seemed to become chatty and animated when experiencing anxiety.

Winterkill listened, but did not react. His dark gaze swept around their general surroundings, but there was not much to see due to the dark conditions, except for the twelve Satrfighters docked in the hangar. For some reason he could not immediately explain, they seemed strangely out of place...at least to him. Winterkill's eyes narrowed at this.

As a course of action, Winterkill did two things. First, he signed the word 'Victory' to Flight Leader Havah Jeth for getting their collective hides to safety from that Imperial Trap. Then he signed 'Look. Around' to signify his intentions to recon the area. Winterkill had no doubt that the arkanian Flight Leader understood what his motives were. The nagai did not trust anything and wished to secure the area.

"So...what now? We just had Imperials try to kill us, Taller leave us, and now we're here...and I'm out of fuel."

Winterkill heard Jason's comment and left it up to Havah to answer. The nagai gave a wry smile then turned to begin his reconnaissance round, when suddenly their flight-coms activated simultaneously.

?This is Night Seeker, looking for some open hands?. The caller said, then went quiet. Winterkill turned to see a starfighter slowly drifting by the hangar bay doors as it slowly came in. Immediately his eyes narrowed in suspicion and he internally cursed. Had this been an enemy attack...

Silently, Winterkill turned to look at Havah Jeth before regarding the in-coming ship once again.

Tag: Mith, Cadaverous, Bravo, (Baskerville)

 

IC: Havah Jeth
Spook Cloakshape Fighter, Abandoned space station

First it was a bit of a bouy to his spirits to find nothing when they exited hyperspace, although when one thinks of it finding something in a desolate star system is harder than finding a non-metalic needle in a haystack.

Luckily the power source was able to be picked up by Lasso, flying in was merely the jest of a thing that let Lasso go in first. With his low fuel as soon as the doors opened he was wondering if the lad was going to make it or not. His own fuel was starting to get a little low, but it was nothing compared to his. After all it looked like Lasso's was a bit of a rough ride.

Winterkill who he also let go in ahead seemed to nearly be full still from his lack of dog fighting in severe nature. The fellow also had a head for ground opps which this had now become as he reverted to hand signs, something that barely visible by their flood lights illuminating the hanger.

When Winterkill signed he was going to recon Havah nodded in return before ducking out of his fighter to hear Lasso's comments about the brass. "Saving all by not sacrificing lives for cohesion is a sound tactical approach, especially in retreat. Now see about the fuel, we can siphon it out of the older ships if we have to."

?This is Night Seeker, looking for some open hands?. The caller said, then went quiet. The call came over and everything started going as down hill as the election of Palpatine as Vice Chancilor of the Republic.

'Pic'll prep the ships incase. Hide and cover.' he silently signed to Winterkill. "Lasso, tell him 'open hands' and to come in."

TAG: Bravo, Grey, Cadaverous, (Baskerville)

OOC: Welcome Baskerville & Darth_Cadaverous, welcome to the Mercs den.

 

IC: Jason Lasso
Forgotten asteroid base, somewhere near Kalee


When Winterkill signed he was going to recon Havah nodded in return before ducking out of his fighter to hear Lasso's comments about the brass. "Saving all by not sacrificing lives for cohesion is a sound tactical approach, especially in retreat. Now see about the fuel, we can siphon it out of the older ships if we have to."

Lasso jumped down to the ground and opened up the cargo compartment under his starfighter to get his ground gear and started changing into the more practical equipment. Winterkill had disappeared from sight Lasso noticed. "I can agree, Boss. But do you really think these old starfighters' fuel is still usable? Didn't Taller say this was a supply depot, right? If that's the case, shouldn't there be storage hangere somewhere in this base? If they left starfighters, then I can only imagine they would leave other supplies, like fuel too, somewhere in this base. I just get the creeps from this place, that's all I'm saying Boss."

?This is Night Seeker, looking for some open hands?. Then he went quiet, for any replies that may come in.

'Pic'll prep the ships incase. Hide and cover.' he silently signed to Winterkill. "Lasso, tell him 'open hands' and to come in."

"Night Seeker? That name sounds familiar, I think Taller mentioned him before. But yeah, I'll tell him," Lasso was mostly dressed by now and jumped up into his cockpit and got on the comm, "Night Seeker, "Open Hands"."


Tag Grey, Mitth, Cadaverous (Baskerville)

 

IC: Jake
Night Seeker
Abandoned Base

It seemed like hours, but every time he looked at his crono only seconds had passed. He sighed and rechecked his gauges. ?Good, lower than preferred, but good over all.? The Night Seeker was an ancient ship by all rights and terms. Now, after being rebuilt from the ground up, it was still old by any comparison. Even these new fighters were centuries newer than his. He did not care or want their pity, for he was pretty proud of it. No shielding for protection, but he had stayed alive all these years by his own will and skill. The other reason was, there was no shielding small enough to fit and not drain his juice while fighting.

He was drifting in, but still coming in, ?If they do not answer and open them kriffing doors, I will just?..?. On his panel, a small beep sounded and a voice he almost recognized sounded over the speaker.

"Night Seeker, "Open Hands"."

He sighed a relief, and put a little boost in his engines so he can save on the fuel and not give off too much of a reading on someone?s scanners. Using light touches and very little movement, he guided the fighter towards the opening doors. ?Ok girl, let us see if they remember us.? It had been a long while, and many were hard core Mercs. He was too, but a little time off did not ever hurt anyone. Well, he did consider himself to be one. Others may think very differently about him, and really, he never cared.

He was close enough to the doors that they were part way open, just enough room to?he turned his ship on it?s side for a smaller profile and slide right in. Then he righted it, and found a good area that was not?too crowded and gently sat her down with a small bump. ?Can not ask for more,? he said to himself. It only took him another few seconds to put the ship in ?rest? mode. ?Rest mode, yea, that sounds good too.? Then he thought of Firestorm, he sighed and put on his business face.

Making sure everything was good, he reached over and flipped out a rope ladder and slowly made his way out, however, before going all the way down, he reached in and grabbed his weapon and slung it too his back and finished climbing down.

Pulling his hood up, over his face, he glanced at the few he could see right away. ?Hi boys, it has been awhile.? Jake was not sure what else to say. He figured many of them had forgotten him or just did not remember him. So he waited to see what came next, but he was relaxed and his hands were away from anything dangerous. ?Nice place you have here.?

TAG: Group in Hanger