Talon Intelligence Squad

Ok, as my first attempt at FanFic, I am trying the Talon Intelligence Squad. Please forgive me in the utmost if this a repetitive thread.

Talon Squad's mission: to execute deep, surgical strikes and intel operations deep within enemy territory.

There are only 20 postitions, each requiring a speciality. For instance, we need two pilots, a computer hacker/specialist, a weapons specialist, explosive specialist, etc. We also need some support personnel. Please assign yourself a number, such as Talon 6 or something. Please sign up.

Talon Squad Leader - Kevin - pilot

 

General Kevin Ski looked around. Nothing. Not one person. He sighed.
"At least there aren't any riots to get in," he thought. His lifelong dream had been to start a squad of his own and when he was given permission to no one wanted to join. He sighed again. He walked into his office.
He had aquired several new ships, new weapons, and new gear. All of the essentials needed to start a all-purpose intel squad. His dream was going down the drain, though.
The New Republic needed several intel squads. Sure it had Wraith Squad and several others but it still needed more. Intelligence was a key to winning a battle. Intelligence allowed whole fleets to survive. He sighed and slowly dozed off to sleep. Besides, he had the time. No one was rushing to get in anyway.

[This message has been edited by Talon Squad Leader (edited 01-29-2000).]

 

Kit looked around nervously. see, there is no-one around. you should go. something said in her mind. Kithera ignored it. Something moved in the hallway and Kit spotted an older man walking slowly away.
"hey um, excuse me?" she yelled.
"Yes," the man turned.
"Is this where we sign up?" she said. "For the Talon squadron I mean."
"Yes, what can you do?"
"Well," kithera began nervously. "I am a good mechanic and I also fix and compile weapons."
"Your in." The man said softly.
Kit supressed a silent Woooohoooo
"thankyou. I'm looking fortward to working with you." she said at last.

 

He smiled. One down, nineteen to go.
"Well, it's a start," he thought.
She was a mechanic. He saw her drift over to the Lambda-class shuttle. She was highly interested. He had had it modified. Several additions to the standard armament, more armor, and a completely overhauled engine. The techs had said it could go about .98 in hyperspace. Pretty good for a shuttle.
"It's nice," she said.
"Yes, it is a work of art. Go ahead, look around. By the way, what's your name and rank? I need it for the roster."
"Captain Kithera."
"Welcome to Talon Squad, Kithera," he said. He smiled at her and walked a back to his office. She smiled back and continued to look at the shuttle.

 

He wrote down her name and rank. She needed a position. He assigned her to Talon 2. He walked out of his office. The hanger was empty save the shuttle, two A-wing's, and an X-wing. Kithera was busily working on the shuttle's top stabilizer.
She gave him a sheepish grin. "It was loose," she said.
He gave her a nod. She would fit in well. Besides, it was only the two of them. Outside the hangar, hovercars were busily going about.
He went to edge of the hangar and wondered when the next recruit would come in.

 

<<Ah, why not?>>

Mara Jade walked down the hall, nervousness and apprehension in her eyes. As she reached the end of the corridor, she turned right, and finally found what she was looking for.

"Excuse me, sir," she asked politely, "but are you General Kevin Ski of Talon Intelligence Squadron?"

"Yes, I am," he replied, looking at her skeptically. "Can I help you?"

Mara sighed. She realized what she must look like-- a scrawny teenager with a tangled mess of light brown hair. But she drew herself to full height and met his eyes. She might not look like much, but she had a lot of pride-- too much, some people said.

"Sir, my name is Mara Jade," she said.

He gave her a look. "Yeah. Sure, kid. You're Mara Jade."

Mara sighed in frustration. "Not the famous one," she said flatly.

"That's obvious."

"Yes, well, I'm here to join Talon Squadron. I'm a computer--" Hacker, she almost said, but didn't know what kind of reaction that would get. "--specialist," she substituted. "I know practically everything about computers, and I've got some idea of how this intelligence stuff works. So... can you use me?"

 

Milan-Kenobi stood heasitantly in front of the recruting office. Did she want to do this? She has heard stories. 'What the hell.' She goes into the office and the recruitment officer ask.

"Any Specialty?"

"Explosives..." She said heasitantly.

"Welcome aboard Kenobi." The officer gave her, her assignment.

 

He looked at all three of his recruits. They were all women. "But that's ok, for a minute there you didn't have a group," he thought.
"I can use all of you. Please find a room in the barracks that seem suitable to you. Report here when your done."
They left, talking amongst themselves. What a day! At first he didn't have squad and now a total of three recruits. His dream was becoming a reality. He wondered what would happen next. He needed 16 more volunteers. His group would ship out in 3 weeks group or no group. He was informed by Intel that a group of mercenaries in the Outer Rim were gaining power and his squad's mission was to penetrate their defences and find out any intel about them. It would be tough because the group was closely associated with the Hutts. He needed to start training right away. The three officers, two lieutenants and a captain came back. They stood in front of him and saluted. He returned their salute casually.
"I can see you have become fairly situated, but now is the time for training. We have a military droid, H9-0, ready to assist you any way. We have several R2 units at your disposal. First off, weapons training. We start tomorrow. I have assigned Kithera as Talon 2, Mara as Talon 3, and Kenobi as Talon 4. For now, please become situated. We might have new members coming in. Kithera, I can see you have already become associated with the Hawk, our primary shuttle. Mara, Kenobi you might want to become familiar with the shuttle as well."
Kenobi spoke up, "Sir, Kithera and I are alreay familiar with weapons training. We have proper backgrounds already."
"That's good. But we need you to be GREAT. I want one of you for now to start training to be our sniper. The rest of you will begin normal weapons training. Is there a volunteer for the sniper training?"
He looked at them straight in the eyes. Sniper training was tough. It required exceptional skill and eyesight. Sniper duty was dangerous. Usually a sniper would act alone and put his or her life on the line to protect the unit. But he knew one of them would have to do it. He knew one of them would HAVE to do it. Who would?

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The door opened and another young woman came in. Another woman, General Ski sighed.

"You're not the sniper I'm hoping for?"he asked.

"No, sir. Lieutenent Jane Jinn, Special Forces, EIFTE, here to volunteer for the strike force."

"EIFTE? What does that stand for?"

"Extracting Information From The Enemy, sir."

"You mean--"

"Torture, sir."

 

Jedi-Jade ran down the hall, still puting on her shoes. Running late as usual from oversleeping. Praying to the Force she was not too late to sign up. There was a small line slowly growing by the minute.

"Remind me to get a new alarm clock if I am to late to sign up." She said aloud.

 

"Excuse me, sir?" a quiet voice came from behind the General. "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I think I can help you in that area."

General Ski turned to locate the source of the voice and found himself face to face with a young Lieutenant who had somehow snuck up on him.

"Sir, Lieutenant Jaren Kai reporting for duty," the young man said as he saluted sharply. "I've been assigned to Talon Squad as the sniper."

"Good to have you aboard Lieutenant," General Ski responded returning a quick salute. Finally, he thought, a sniper.

 

A hooded figure dressed in plack approached the Squad leader.

"Excuse me," she said in a cool voice.

"Yes?" the Squad Leader replied looking up. The young woman pulled back her hood revealing her fine features. "What's your name?"

"Quis Heartilly. Mostly I'm known simply Q."

"Heartilly? You're not related to Onas Heartilly, are you?"

"He was my father. If the position is still open I spent many years working with my father developing weapons and special equipment. I'd like to help you in your mission."

The Squad Leader smiled. "We'd be glad to have you aboard, 'Q'.

 

Trika Kenobi looked around and couldn't help but feel a little odd. "I already have a position in force.net squadron, what am I doing here?"
"Forget your other position and get moving, Trika! They've probably been filled up by now!"
With a sigh, she stepped up to the first person she saw. "Excuse me, sir, could you direct me on where to find General Kevin-"
"That would be me," he interrupted, extending a hand. "Can I help you?"
"Here goes nothing..."
"My name is Trika. I'm an expert in infilration techniques and strategy. I'm an expert computer-" she seemed to have a small sense of hesitation. "Hacker."

 

<<<So many people from Theforce.net Squadron here!>>>

"I'd like to get in on this too." Another voice from behind Trika said. A man came up to them. According to the rank insignia on his tunic, he was a captain in the Starfighter Corps.

General Kevin folded his arms across his chest and regarded the new-comer. "Then what's your specialty?"

"It seems like most of the positions are already taken. I do like to blow things up - it's a real shame the explosives specialist spot is already filled - but I can be your second pilot, if you'll have me." The tow-headed young man shrugged. "And I can keep the ships I fly in pretty decent shape, which means I can double as a tech if the need arises."

"What's your name?"

He straightened to attention and saluted. "Captain Kendrick Quinn. Call me Ken."

 

Ruby Jade stepped into the office of the Talon Squad leader.
"I hear your taking volunteers," she said, brushing a piece of hair off her face.
"What can you do?," the leader asked. A nother woman. This one wasn't even a woman, but a young girl in her early teens.
"I know what your thinking," the girl stammered. "that I am too young. But i am very smart and I can fight really good. I can do almost anything. Pilot, torcher, computers, weapons, you name it!"
"Okay, well what are you good at?"
"I like to pilot sir, but my family sent me here because, well..."
"Well, what do you do?" He was begining to become anoyed.
"I minipulate peoples minds , sir."

 

He looked at ALL of the recruits: two captains, and several lieutenants. A sniper that could sneak up on anybody. The sniper, Lieutenant Skai, had already proved his ability to stealthily sneak without anybody noticing. The torture expert was also a great asset to his newly formed squad. And finally a second pilot. He hoped Lieutenant Ken was as good as he said he was.
"OK, please listen carefully. All of you will be starting weapons training tomorrow. Those of you with the proper training already will be expected to help those who need it. Tomorrow afternoon we will begin a, forgive my expression, crash course in piloting. You will each be expected to fly the shuttle sometime in missioins to come. For now, find your barracks. Captains, you have special quarters towards the rear of the barracks. H9-0 over there," he pointed to the scarlet red droid, "will be preparing a meal in one standard hour. The mess hall is the last room on the right in the barracks. Anything else? No? Dismissed."
General Ski walked to the office once again. He had nine new members. He assigned them to their respective numbers as they came in. He wrote it down.
"H9, come here please."
"Yes, sir," said the red droid.
"Get an R2 droid to take this squad roster over to Intel Ops. They'll need it. It's not the final draft, but I think they'll be pleased with the results."
"Yes, sir."

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Hmmm...I'm kinda liking my position over on theforce.net squadron...are there any commanding positions available instead?

Trika Kenobi

 

A girl walks into the office of the Talon leader. "I'm here for the Talon Intelligance Squad."

A man looks up. He studies the figure before him. "What do you do?"

" I see most of your positons are filled. But I think your squad is missing one very important thing. A spy. And that's what I do best."

"Your in." He rises to shake the hand of his the newest member of the TIS.

"Your name?" he inquires.

"Mekial. Mekial Yrisar."



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"Hmmmm," Jedi-Jade said to her squadmates, "I hope the food is good."

 

General Ski caught up with the squad as they were approaching the mess hall.
"By the way, the food is good. I almost forgot to mention that I will be evaluating your performance at the end of the training. The one with the highest marks will lead the second unit. I will ultimately be in charge, but the Unit 2 leader will be in charge when we slit up in combat. I will assign each of you to a unit after I evaluate all of you. So yes, there is a command position available. It is a position of high responsibility. Lives will be in your hands. Also, I would like you to meet our newest member Lieutenant Yrisar. She will be our forward scout and spy. Now, let's eat!."
He led the group into the mess hall. It was composed of several durasteel tables and a service line. H9-O was working behind the service counter with several food droids and dispensers.
"After we eat, I want each of you to stay and tell me your backgrounds. I already know your special attributes, but is not enough. If you tell me each your background, we'll each know what to expect of each other. In order to work well our squad needs to be close-knit."
He looked solidly into each member's eyes. They knew he was serious. He was seeing if any might be security threat. Since this was an intel squad, security protocol needed to be followed. His lax recruit procedures was all part of his elimination process. By making a criminal or spy enter easily, the person would let down their guard. This allowed Kevin screen individuals and elminate the trouble makers.
"Who's first?"


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"OK, perhaps none of you want to talk, so I will tell you about me. I started as an officer in the Recon Division of Intelligence. I was a pencil pusher, working on filing reports and so on. During the liberation of Coruscant, I decided I needed a change. I joined the little known Recon Squadron. There I learned how to fly. I eventually became a flight leader and I came up with 120 kills against the Empire while flying an A-wing. I became a captain and eventually a general after I fought in several skirmishes against the Empire while scouting around with my squadron. After that tour of duty I came up to another dead-end job filing reports for Recon Squadron. I was not satisfied pushing another pencil so I went straight to the top: all the way to General Cracken. I requested the resources to put together my own recon squad. The general thought that there were enough recon squads out there so he said he would allow me to do that if were to put together a specialist intel squad. I came up with name, Talon Squad, and that is why we?re here today."

 

A short human male stops outside the door. It's either this or pilot tugs all your life, he reminds himself. Breathing in, he opens the door.
He steps up to the desk and clears his throat softly.
"Yes," says the bored-looking lieutenant at the desk.
"I'm here for Talon squadron." The lieutenant merely raises an eyebrow.
"Sorry, sir, I meant I'm here to volunteer for Talon Squadron."
"Better. Your specialty?"
"Hand-to-hand primarily, with some corpsman training. My parents always told me to clean up my own messes."
Well, Lead is pretty desperate for people, but this guy? thinks the lieutenant. "Alright. Welcome to Talon Squadron, Flight Officer-?"
"Just call me Stone, sir."

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Telia Aris sat down next to her Commander, and began to eat.

"So, what brings you to Talon Squadron?" He asked. She noted that he had a data pad next to him and was taking notes.

"Well, I was in a different Squad for a while. As a sort of new idea High Command came up with. It was a kind of partnership sniper team. My partner and I were "eyes" for eachother. The idea worked really well. But unfortunetly, he and I had sort of a, ummm, falling out, I guess you could say. And I requested to be moved into another group.

She stoped to take a bite.

"Well, what did you do next?" He prompted her.

"Well, I had been trained as an actress for a while, so in my new squad, I was a part time sniper, when need. But mostly, I did a lot of undercover work. That's what I came here to do, but, if you need a sniper, I can do that aswell."

"Actually," the commander started, "we already have a sniper. Jaren Kai. There he is right now. Why don't you meet him."

"Ummm, I've already met him." She mumbled. "Oh, look at the time, I better go get some practice in the simulators. Nice talking to you."

And with that, Telia Aris, hurriedly got up from the table and left the room.

 

The way General Ski was looking at him, Jaren knew he was next. Since he had overheard parts of the previous converstaion, he also knew the first question the General would ask, and he wasn't particularly looking forward to it.

"What exactly went on between you and Telia Aris, Lieutenant?" Ski asked without preamble.

Jaren sat quietly and set his face in stone as he composed his words.

"Sir, Aris and I were a sniper team. As you know, a sniper needs very good information if he is to take correct action; but if he is concentrating on taking the shot he can't be aware of what is going on around the target. His spotter provides this information. Aris and I would trade off on these jobs. We were very good. We were at the top of the kill charts for six months straight." He hesatated. "We worked very closely on missions for long periods of time and eventually became involved, but it didn't work out. Sir, I didn't know she had volunteered for this post. If this will disrupt the unit I'll put in a request for transfer."

General Ski looked thoughtful for a moment. "Lieutenant," he began. "I need both of you. But at the same time I don't need any trouble in this unit. I want this problem solved ASAP. If it can't be done, then we'll talk about transfers. Dismissed."

<<Hope that's ok.>>
P.S. Hey fellow TF.N squadmates, long time no see!!

 

Kit watched the interplay. For a few seconds no-one spoke. Oh what the hell Kit thought
"Hi." she gave a little embarrased wave. "My name is Kithera and I'm Squadron no2..I think. Well, you see..I...well...um." she mumbled. the others watched as she visably calmed herself.
"I was brought up in a 'normal family' on a planet which I won't name. The thing I didn't know is that they were the local gang and responsible for crime on the entire planet. I was young and niave, they trained me for explosives and mechanics was just something I fell into. I didn't know what they did until this guy turned up. He became my best friend and then one day while I was waiting to see him, he came rushing up to me and said he had something to tell me. He told me about my 'parents' and that they weren't actually my parents. They had killed my parents when I was baby. He said he was my brother.

Unsure of what else to do I fled. I nicked one of their ships and dissapeared. I had to look after myself after that." Kit stopped embarrased she felt she had said to much.
"Sorry." she said running her hand through her cropped blonde hair, the young tanned girl looked troubled.
damn, why did I tell them?