The Brief Histories of Talon Squad Members

Make sense, you do not.

 

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no I dont...

 

Name: Darth Greywolfe
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 21
Height: 6'6"
Hair: Jet Black, cut short
Eyes: Grey

Born Jo'nar Meries, Greywolfe had been a cadet in the New Republic since age 16, when he left his home on Tatooine.
Most of his New Republic career, he served under General Kevin Ski, coming into Talon Squad. But he felt that he had been treated as Talon Squad's Errand Boy.
He had been humiliated. He never even got on the roster, but Ski never signed his transfer.
So he dropped out of the New Republic. He was approached by his Master, the Sith Lord Darth Garrison. Garrison revealed to Greywolfe the true glory of the Empire.
Greywolfe also learned his connection to Darth Agent Mulder while under Garrison. Garrison had killed Darth Assistant Director Skinner, serving his only mission from his master- who also happened to be Skinner's master.
Greywolfe had managed to build up a huge fleet, but it was diminished in a hyperspace accident. Now he is a Sith Lord in Lady Sondara Carre's Dark Star Squadron.

 

I have Dave Macomber's at home. When I get off work, I'll tell him to email you.

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<<Hey Jedi-Jade, I finally finished hammering out a plotline and got the squad created so I'll be updating this fairly regularly. I hope Telia is to your liking. If you have any comments or suggestions about her character please let me know. Critique is welcome from everyone as I can't improve if I don't know what is wrong. Anyway, since this is a story in the tradition of Rogue and Wraith squads, a Dramatis Personae is in order. Enjoy. P.S. This is a continuation of two previous posts farther up. Read them first if you have not already done so.>>

527th New Republic Special Forces - The Skifters
In order of rank:

Captain Serra Moozh (lead, one) - Human female from Chandrilla - CO
Lieutenant Nurn (two) - Duros male from Duro - Pilot, XO
Sergeant Jaren Kai (three) - Human male from Kuat - Sniper
Sergeant Rashka clan Gashrek (four) - Noghri male from Honoghr - Medic
Sergeant Kumiko (five) - Wookiee female from Kashyyyk - Demolitions
Sergeant Secan Jaal (six) - Human male from Corellia - Computers
Sergeant Cho'manno (seven) - Twi'lek male from Ryloth - Communications
Sergeant Meb (eight) - Sullustan female from Sullust - Vehicle Operations
Sergeant Telia Aris (nine) - Human female from Sandor

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Telia followed Sergeant Kai into the briefing room and total chaos. The Academy hadn't prepared her at all for this. She had expected to find an orderly discussion of tactics and a briefing on her new unit's mission; instead she found herself dodging computer equipment, stepping over loose cables, and looking at stacks of datacards piled on chairs clustered around a large holotable. Nothing like the order and dicipline of the Academy.

Eight other beings populated the room; a good smattering of humans and aliens. Each moved with a calm assurance that came with being not only NR Specforces but of knowing that they were good at what they did. She had finally entered a room of professionals and for the first time in her life she knew she was at home.

Not that she didn't care for her father. She did. The problem came from the small-town atmosphere of her homeplanet. Everyone there seemed to be so closed-minded. They were happy where they were and didn't want anyone or anything to change and she had hated that. She wanted to find a place where she could strive for success among people who would push themselves as much as she would push herself.

As Telia approached the holotable, Captain Moozh, a woman in her thirties and one of the few people Telia had already met, stood and motioned for silence. The room went dead and the Captain spoke. "Timing is critical right now," she said without preamble. "I had thought that we would have more time to prepare and get to know each other but I just recieved an update from Command saying that the timetable on this mission has been pushed forward. This is because part of the fleet that was defeated with Thrawn at Bilbringi has arrived at our target ahead of schedule for repairs and the fleet boys would like a few new Star Destroyers to play with." A chuckle ran throughout the room at that remark.

Captain Moozh leaned forward and slid a datacard into the holotable. A large map of a solar system appeared and began to animate. The map showed a yellow sun surrounded by six planets. "This is the Horazon system," she continued. "It is home to a large Imperial starship repair yard. Our mission is to capture or destroy as many of those Star Destroyers as possible and then destroy the shipyards. We lauch in one week so we need a working plan in three days. After that we tear it apart and make it better."

<<Sorry to cut the story short in mid-stride, but it's late here and I have to go to school tomorrow. >>

[This message has been edited by Idiots Array (edited 04-24-2000).]

 

This is GREAT work! Keep it up!

 

Cool, IA! (I might post Cobra's final battle with the Rogues here)

 

*bows head* Can I confess here?
For those of you that started out in the earlier stages of Talon Squad I was, at one time, a member. But due to computer problems and trips up to CT with my family to look for a house, I was unable to continue the wonderful saga. I hope you didn't have to rewrite the plot or anything after I left with no explaination.
I hope that that settles everything. If ya all ever need a bad guy or a stand-in just ask. i would be happy to do so.
R.B.

 

Dramatis Personae for Rogue Sqadron
Captain Wedge Antilles (Lead)
Lieutenant Tycho Celchu(2)
Lieutenant Hobbie Klivian (3)
Lieutenant Wes Janson(4)
Lieutenant Delis Quinnlos (5)
Flight Officer Jase Yhtot (6)
Flight Officer Grent Hydry (7)
Flight Officer Gayla Riemman (8)
Lieutenant Gayis Shrite(9)
Flight Officer Ver Slavva (10)
Flight Officer Teeshna (11)
Flight Officer Zix Defli (12)
Lieutenant Cobra Dix (XO)
***


Captain Wedge Antilles? X-wing flew into the Mon Calamari Cruiser Home One?s massive hanger. The Rogues had just returned with Han Solo, Leia Organa, and Luke Skywalker from Bakura, and the Rogues needed some time off.

The battle had gone well, except for the fact that Cobra Dix?s X-wing had exploded, and nearly killed the lieutenant. The enemy had been destroyed. That was all that had mattered.
?Captain,? the calm voice of Dix was heard in Antilles? ear.
?What, Cobra?? Wedge asked.
?Sir, I, well sir?? Dix started out.
?What is it?? Antilles asked.
?Sir, I don?t want to fly anymore.?
?Why, Mr. Dix?? Wedge asked.
?Well, sir, after the Falcon picked me up, I decided I didn?t want to fly. To risky,? Cobra said.
?I?m older than you, and I?m not nearly ready to quit. There are a lot of wrongs to be corrected. Evils that need to be stopped,? Wedge said.
?That?s true, sir,? Cobra said, ?but I don?t feel comfortable in an X-wing cockpit anymore.?
?I can understand why you don?t want to fly an X-wing. But won?t you try a different fighter??
?No, sir,? Lieutenant Dix said. ?I?d rather be Executive Officer, since Dee Rtut has died.?
?Fine, Lieutenant,? Wedge said, as he walked towards Tycho Celchu, a former X-wing pilot who had temporarily joined the Rogues.

?Tycho, Janson, Hobbie,? Wedge began. ?Dix is our new XO because of Dee Rtuts? death.?
?Okay!? Tycho exclaimed.
?Be in the briefing room at 0800 hours tomorrow,? Antilles ordered.


The next day in Home One?s briefing room, the twelve Rogue Squadron pilots were there.
?Rogues,? Captain Zatteri, the Mon Cal captain of Home One, began the briefing. ?Various sources confirm the presence of an Imperial Star Destroyer Mark Two in the nearby Trelious System. It is under the control of a Doctor Evani. Evani is loyal to the Empire. The Destiny, the ISD, is fully armed and coming this way!?
?Thank you,? Antilles said. ?We are to escort Nova Squadron, a B-wing and Y-wing mix, to the Trelious System, and then provide cover from them against TIEs.?

(Hope it's not to confusing with IAs story! I won't finish the story)

[This message has been edited by Darth McClain (edited 04-30-2000).]

 

Telia shoved aside a stack of datacards and took a seat near the holotable as Captain Moozh continued the briefing. The holomap rotated and zoomed in on the repair yards themselves. Huge metal spars and projections cradled the damaged star ships as work crews on the inside prepared them to return to the fight. There were five Star Destroyers and nemerous smaller ships total, each wrapped in it's own repair dock, circling the distant sun. "The repair yards are situated just outside the orbit of the third planet," Moozh informed the squad. "Our best bet is probably to infiltrate Horazon Prime, the most heavily populated planet, and setup base." Moozh hit a few keys and the display changed to show a heavily industrialized planet with three moons. "We can then gain access to the shipyards themselves by setting up our squad as a work crew and forging a set of orders. That will be your assignment, Secan."

Secan Jaal was a human of average heigth with sandy hair and a well-trimmed mustache. He seemed distinctly ill at ease among the disarray of the briefing room. After a quick glance at a datapad he spoke. "It probably won't be a problem," he said. "But I'll need to finish reading the recon team's report on their computer security." His voice took on a note of sarcasm. "All 134 pages of it."

"Written with typical Inteligence wit and humor I'm sure," a burly Twi'lek commented from across the holotable.

Next to him, a wookiee growled something unintelligible and threw in a few unfriendly gestures to match.

"I'm sorry," Telia said quietly to Jaren, who had taken the seat next to her. "I don't speak Wookiee."

"Kumiko said that her report on the estimated structural plans of the shipyards are just as exciting," Jaren translated. "She used much more...colorful wording though."

A blue-skinned Duros leaning nonchalantly in the back of the room raised a hand to ask a question. His noseless face swiveled toward each of the other people in the room one at a time. He was dressed in a simple flight suit with Lieutenant's insignia on the shoulder; Telia assumed he was the Executive Officer of the squad. Captain Moozh nodded in his direction and he spoke around rubbery lips. "Captain, what kind of defenses are present in the system? I'm assuming that they won't just let us walk in and blow the place up."

Moozh consulted her datapad for a moment. "Reconnaissance runs have identified four Imperial Star Destroyers on patrol in the outer system. Two Golan Stations are defending the inner system, one near the shipyards themselves and another orbiting the third planet. There are also a number of smaller capitol starships on station." Moozh switched the display to what appeared to Telia to be sensor readings from a flight of starfighters. The holotable listed the ships that had been identified as the system defense force. "In addition to the ImpStars, there are three of the Katana Dreadnaughts that Thrawn was so pleased with and a half-dozen Strike Cruisers and Lancer Frigates. So, to answer your question Nurn, we'll probably have to actually think up a plan for this one."

Nurn feigned disappointment - as much as his Duro features would allow. "That's too bad, Captain," he said. "I'm interested in the sensor data. That looks like it came from an A-wing."

"Correct, Lieutenant. You have Captain Ski of Recon Squadron to thank for that. His unit is based off of the Mon Cal Cruiser Peaceful Tide, part of the task force running harassment and recon missions in the area." Moozh looked around expectantly. "Any other questions? Ok," she said shifting her attention to Telia. "Sergeant Aris, from your experience, what can you tell us about probable infiltration methods? We will need a way onto the planet and then into the shipyards themselves."

 

All eyes, it seemed, were on Telia. "Well Captain," she began with a hint of insecurity; but she pushed that aside and forced herself to continue. "There are two ways to disguise someone. The first is to look so average that no one pays any attention to you. The other is to be so embarrassing or disgusting that no one wants to pay attention to you."

The big twi'lek raised a hand and spoke up. "Please explain that last comment Sergeant Aris."

"Please, call me Telia," Telia said.

"Welcome, Telia. I am Cho'manno."

"Nice to meet you," Telia said. "The purpose of a disguise is not to be completely inconspicuous. The purpose of a disguise is to go unrecognized. Looking like an average person will let you blend into a crowd to escape detection. Looking like a homeless drunk will still let you escape detection, just a little differently. Either way, your disguise goes unchallenged and that's really all that matters."

***

The planning session had gone pretty well, Captain Moozh thought as the last of the team filed out the door of the briefing room in search of dinner. It was always tough bringing new people into an established team, and since the restructuring of the squad after she had been promoted and taken command six months ago, things had been a little crazy. Several new people had been assigned to the Skifters to fill in the gaps that had been created when they were ambushed in that whole clone-running mission. A Star Destroyer suddenly dropped out of hyperspace and vaped a whole section of the station, instantly killing Janovetz, To?lain, and the Captain, and who knew how many civilians and crewmen. There had been a running firefight all the way to the hangar bay and only some quick thinking and a close call with a solar flare had saved the rest of the squad.

Then the news came down that Thrawn had been killed at Bilbringi and the Empire was in retreat. Command wanted to make a strong push and retake some of the territory Thrawn had conquered so they authorized the reactivation of the Skifters, promoted Moozh to Captain, and gave her a new roster.

Jaren Kai, an accomplished sniper from the Imperial world of Kuat, had been the first to be assigned. He had joined the New Republic just after Coruscant was taken from Isard and had served with distinction ever since. Meb, a Sullustan and former professional starship thief, had been next. Her experience in security and starship operations would probably prove valuable in this mission. Rashka had joined the squad just a few weeks ago as one of the growing number of Noghri in the New Republic. Apparently a lot of them were looking to take a shot at the Empire. Command was keeping the details pretty quiet, but it seemed to have something to do with their homeworld. And finally, Telia Aris, the new infiltration and disguise specialist, had just arrived. She was a little light on actual combat experience, but she seemed to be a fast learner and Moozh had no doubts that she would quickly pick up the knowledge and skills she needed.

<<I've been kind of busy lately so I'll post more as soon as I get the chance.>>

 

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Geneva,Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>All eyes, it seemed, were on Telia. "Well Captain," she began with a hint of insecurity; but she pushed that aside and forced herself to continue. "There are two ways to disguise someone. The first is to look so average that no one pays any attention to you. The other is to be so embarrassing or disgusting that no one wants to pay attention to you."

Excellent work, IA, but after reading this passage I feel compelled to ask: have you ever read any work by Orsen Scott Card?

But back on the subject: great job! Keep it up.

-mjeh

 

lol MJEH, I was wondering if someone would notice that. Yeah I have read a lot of his work and that passage from Wyrms always stuck out in my mind. I had actually thought to ask you the same question when you were writing Songbird in a Snare. It reminded me a bit of Card's Songmaster. Anyway, thanks for giving my story a read, I always like to get feedback from people. I hope to have the next installment up soon, so I hope you enjoy it.

Idiots Array

[This message has been edited by Idiots Array (edited 05-06-2000).]

 

As always, excellent work! Write more soon!

 

The soft sound of someone clearing their throat came from behind Moozh and she spun to see that Jaren had not actually left the room like she had originally thought. He had, in fact, been standing there the whole time and she had not noticed. "Shavitt Jaren, the squad hates it when you do that," Moozh said wryly.

Jaren grinned a bit. "I have to keep in practice Captain," he said running a hand through his short, dark hair. "Rashka has the advantage in being a Noghri, so I have to actually work to sneak up on him." Moozh knew that in an elite unit such as the Skifters, the members were extremely competitive and she encouraged that competition to keep them sharp. Indeed, their business was one that tended to be lethal to second place. You were either the best or you were dead. When Rashka had been assigned, Jaren had quickly found himself in second place to an alien who seemed to be made out of the shadows themselves. Now, however, Jaren had improved to the point that their competitions usually depended on who had gotten a better sleep the night before. Soon it would come down to what each of them had eaten for breakfast that morning.

"Anyway," he continued. "I stayed to talk about Telia. This morning went well. She is a good shot and I was impressed by her ability to learn and adapt. I'm concerned, however, that a week won't be enough time to finish her sniper training."

"Unfortunately Jaren, I had thought we would have more time as well. The orders and all the data the advance teams have collected came in over an encrypted holonet channel this morning. I won't go in unprepared, so we'll just have to work that much harder in the next week. Train hard and the mission should be no problem." Somehow, Moozh knew it was never that easy, but she didn't say that out loud.

***

Captain Nolan Dermic paced the bridge of the Star Destroyer Adjucator, arms crossed, and absent-mindedly touching the new red and blue captains bars on the breast of his tunic. It was a nervous habit he had picked up when he had been field promoted three weeks ago. There was some sort of massive restructuring of the fleet going on. All the best captains and admirals were being shifted core ward and fresh ? and in a lot of cases, inexperienced - young men were being promoted to take their places. He hoped someone knew what they were doing.

He hated to admit it but the Rebels seemed to be winning. Ever since the misfortune at Bilbringi, they were riding a wave of renewed vigor. They were slowly grinding away at his Empire and there wasn't much he could do about it, what with morale slipping on every Star Destroyer and with every stormtrooper. Something had to happen, and soon, or the Empire might just collapse completely.

Dermic pushed those destructive thoughts from his mind and turned back through the bridge view-ports where he could see the familiar swirling chaos of hyperspace. After a moment he turned and walked down to the port crew pit. "Comm," he said to the ensign manning the communications console. A man not that much younger than Dermic himself. "When we arrive back in the Horazon system, relay a message to Control. Update them as to our unsuccessful mission to locate the Rebel Star Cruiser and request new mission orders. I'll be in my ready room if I'm needed."

"Yes sir."

Dermic's ready room was more of a command/control room than anything else, a holdover from the Adjucator's days as a fleet command ship. Huge banks of displays lined the walls, providing information on the status of the ship and giving him an extremely complex tactical holo of the entire Horazon system and all the neighboring systems. With a few commands, he brought up and overlaid on the main holo, all the known locations of the Rebel Cruiser.

For the past two weeks, the Rebels had been running reconnaissance missions into the Horazon system. They would send in a flight of A-wings to make a pass through the system and collect data, and then escape to hyperspace before Imperial forces could reach them. An entire star system was

 

Look, at the top of the forum...It's a bird! It's a plane! No, It's the Brief Histories of Talon Squad Members!!

 

More! Great Post!

 

Very good, Idiot's Array!

 

Nice! Great job so far!

 

You heard the people, write more!

 

&gt;&gt;Ok, Ok. You've bugged me enough. Here is the next part of the story. Enjoy.


Telia sighted the droid?s head in her scope and clicked on her comm. "Eight is in position and on target. I see one droid on the roof. Nothing else in view.?

Moozh?s voice, distorted a bit by the encryption software that protected the team?s transmissions, came over the link. ?Copy that eight. Team is inbound and will be on target in five minutes.?

The Skifters were engaging in an early-morning exercise designed to test their skills and their ability to work together as a unit. Exactly 784 meters ? according to the range-finder display on Telia?s scope ? was an enemy bunker that, if everything went according to plan, would be destroyed by simulated explosives. Telia lay on a small hill overlooking the bunker and the surrounding terrain. She was covered by a blanket that was designed to break up her outline by simulating the tall grass and bushes around her. This ghille blanket also had a metallic inner layer that would help to dissipate her sensor signature. The two layers made things a bit hot but she could put up with that.

As her chrono ticked down to the appointed time, Telia went through the mental checklist Jaren had taught her the day before. She subtly shifted her elbows so that the passage of blood through her arms wouldn?t upset the shot. A double click on her comm alerted Telia that the Skifters were in position and ready for her shot. Telia depressed the trigger and a brilliant crimson bolt lanced out to strike the practice droid near the top of his head. The droid?s sensors registered the hit and it went limp.

Just a bit high, Telia chided herself as she watched six figures dressed in dark combat gear move quickly to the huge blast doors of the bunker. Now all she had to do was keep a sharp eye out for anyone trying to ambush the squad while they completed the mission.

 

Jaren knew that Telia would get the job done. She seemed very competent and not bad looking either. He would have to buy her a drink and get to know her a bit more when they got back to base. But that would come later, he reminded himself. Now he had a mission to concentrate on.

Blasters held ready, the squad moved quickly and quietly to the blast doors. Rashka was on point while Jaren brought up the rear. Secan Jaal, the Skifter's computer expert, moved up to the security panel, opened his equipment bag and got to work while the others covered him. "Ready," he announced after a few moments and the doors began to slide open.

With inhuman agility, Rashka slipped inside before the door finished opening, and the rest of the squad wasn't more than a half second behind. Jaren moved right and shot a droid with a quick burst from his blaster. To his left, Jaren could see Captain Moozh and Cho'manno both engage the same droid. It took a bolt to each side of it's head and went down in a crumpled mass of metal. By the time Secan collected his computer equipment and took up the backstop position, three droids had been disabled and the squad was fanning out to cover the door on the far wall.

Secan got to work on the new door and in a moment he had it open. Again Rashka was the first through, with Jaren right behind, both of them sweeping the room for targets. They seemed to be in a main control room. Banks of holodisplays lined the walls and the soft hum of electronic equipment filled the air. Secan moved to interface with the computers and Kumiko began pulling explosive charges from a satchel she carried.

 

Great job! (As usual) Write more now!

 

Secan looked up from his work and called Moozh over. ?There are two levels below this one,? he said, gesturing to the monitor. ?The lowest houses the power generators and the middle level is for vehicle storage. This central turbolift services all three levels.?

Kumiko moved over and gestured to the places she would need to set up her explosives. The team spent a few moments familiarizing themselves with the layout of the building and then they moved to the turbolift. Security on the lift itself was noticeably light. Once you got past the front door, it was understood that you were supposed to be there.

They took the lift down one floor and spread out to check for enemies. The room was one huge hanger, filled with assault and transport hover vehicles of every type imaginable, parked in neat rows. A huge open-walled lift sat off to one side. It would take the vehicles in this room to the surface when they were ready to be used.

Kumiko moved along the walls, planting explosives at regular intervals near the main support beams. If they had been real charges, they would bring down the entire bunker and destroy every vehicle in the room.

Jaren moved systematically through the rows of vehicles, keeping an eye on both turbolifts when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He immediately turned to identify the source of the movement, but found nothing. He was debating whether or not to call it in when he heard a soft click from behind him.

Someone else was in here with them.