SWRPF Archive The Shattered Galaxy: Main Game Thread

Colonel Artemis Thane

Imperial Palace, Coruscant or M1B1S1L1

The sleek, white, tri-winged craft folded its wings upward as it came in to land on the ebony marble floor of the palace hanger. With a hiss of steam, she sat neatly on her two pads and groaned as her parts settled and adjusted to the pull of gravity. There was no one there to greet her occupant as he descended out of her dark maw and onto the smooth marble floor.

With a tick-tick of a black, sliver topped cane, the occupant made his way through the spacious hanger flanked by two palace, white-armoured clad stormtroopers as they escorted him through the grand hallways and corridors toward his destination.

That destination soon turned out to be the grand office of the Galactic Princess. But the man, dressed in an olive-gray uniform with the piping of the general staff down his leggings, was not permitted an audience with Her Imperial Highness (or was it Her Royal Majesty?) quite yet.

Colonel Thane sighed in annoyance at trying to remember all the titles and addresses the Imperial Court demanded underlings like himself to know and use with utmost respect. He never had to worry about these things until he had been hand-picked by the Imperial Princess or by one of her staff to fill in the role of a late-military advisor slash diplomat.

He had heard rumors that the man had suffered the same fate as those who had irked the late-Lord Darth Vader. After all she was a Force-sensitive and knew how to use her unnatural abilities and if she was anything like her father, she probably had a temper too, hidden beneath years of a diplomatic training. That didn't guarantee it wouldn't surface.

Thane side-glanced at two of the red armor-clad guardians that flanked eitherside of the doorway that would lead into the Princess' personal office. They were different from your typical Royal Guardsmen. These men didn't hide their faces behind helmets resembling ancient Mandalorian warriors like their predecessors had.

Returning his thoughts back to his latest appointment, the Colonel knew the official story as to what had happened to his predecessor. According to the report he had been given, the man had been killed in action when the world he had been sent to, to mediate a military situation from growing worse, had exploded into a war zone in a matter of days between the Empire and the local rebellion. A rebellion Imperial Intelligence believed had been fueled by the Sith Empire.

Thane sighed heavily once more and began to wonder if accepting this position had been the wisest of all his choices. Yes it helped elevate his career tremendously but at what cost? Ever since he had changed his career from a field officer to an advisor and scientist, he had come to enjoy the luxuries of having a desk job and staying behind the lines.

It also had made him lax in his ability to fight a battle. When had been the last time he had lifted and used a blaster? When I had to fight my way out of a rebel invasion four years ago, he answered himself. No one could say he let his physical body go. No. That was one thing he would never let go. It was something he was very vain about ever since the bombing and the doctors said he would never run again or lift heavy things with his arm. He had made it a mission to one day prove to them and his physical examiners that he could still run and still lift like any other human being.

But that day had yet to come.

TAG: JELLO

 

Drox Vrieska
Millennium Falcon, Sluis Van

Drox?s mandibles twittered. He looked pointedly at his datapad and answered slowly, ?I?m a merchant. I was born on Nickel One. I used to be an engineer for Slayn and Korpil. Not really much interesting stuff.? Drox glanced up, and was thankful that discerning emotion from his insectoid features was difficult for humans. He clicked his bottom jaw bones together and went back to work.

His eyes widened slightly. He had been sure he would?ve avoided security, but nevertheless, his cyber-print was being followed. Without a sound, he tapped urgently. His eyes flit across the screen like a being possessed. It took him a while to assess the pursuers, when he did, his face grimaced. Without looking up, he tapped even faster.

Socketguards were nothing to mess around with. If they found him, the ship might take a heavy toll. He shifted one of his eyes to Han, thinking of the retribution for such a mistake. It was not worth the risk. He planted a cyber-bomb. Of his own creation, the bomb detonated by timer or if it sensed a threat. Socketguards would switch it on. It exploded electrical frequency that usually was enough to knock out whatever was scouting him out.

Drox didn?t wait to witness the damage. He continued towards his goal, throwing up several false trail, not taking care to backtrack, but even planting more bombs. It was a simple program, that erased after an hour. Untraceable too. Drox smiled at that. At least, they couldn?t link him.

Drox looked up, relief clear on his face. His search continued.

Tag: Solo, Yammka

 

Drox Vrieska
Millennium Falcon, Sluis Van

Drox ignored the patronizing tone in Han?s voice. He said quietly, ?I?ve got it under control now. Maybe ten more minutes.? Drox continued tapping. He didn?t want to stay in their database longer than he had too. After that scare a minute ago, he wasn?t sure how safe the connection was. Both of Drox?s eyes focused on the screen, making an attempt to muscle their way through thousands of years of data.

Luckily, the Sluissi had an evident classification system. It had taken a minute for him to determine it. It was a relatively simple 50 character combination. Date, location, characteristics of the individual all played a factor in the code. Drox had enough material that he could narrow the search down to a few hundred thousand possibilities.

He had a feeling he was getting close now. He slowed down slightly, focusing. And, sure enough it was there. In between hundreds of stray digits, was the perfect match. He hastily downloaded it and its attachments. He kept his eyes on the screen, searching for any resistance. He met none and as soon as the file had completed decryption, he pulled out of the folder.

That?s when the alarms went off. He swore in Verpine and looked up at Han. ?Time to go! We?ll have company shortly.? Drox muttered to himself now, ?They put in frakking backdoor alarms...? With expert touch, he maneuvered his way into the Security consoles. Mixing up the signals, he sent half the resistance in different directions. With another twitch of his fingers, the other half had their authorization revoked. But, in that last instant, Drox saw a storm of socketguards swarming.

Immediately, he unhooked the datapad from the console. He put it into his pocket and sighed. ?How soon can we be gone??

Tag: Solo and Yammka

 

Mandator-II Class Star Dreadnaught ? Ascension | Deep Core
Grand Admiral Randal Duflin

To: Contact H0K3Y90K3Y
From: Ubiqtorate
Re: Surprise party at the Resort

Will arrange for the door to be left open at 1735 galactic standard time as of this time stamp. Lights will be turned off, path very dark: guests will not be expecting your arrival. Expect surprise on their behalf. Bring appropriate gifts for the guest list as appended. We will want to ensure no one leaves early.

EOM.

Randal stared at the data pad after reading the transmission he had received. All the security codes had checked out, this was a legitimate signal that Lavos sent to his fleet. Randal thought for a moment how best to plan the up coming battle. Looking at the layout of the system, a simple

?Captain Leeds, have the 2nd sector fleet be prepared to jump to these given coordinates and arrive at the given time. Once engaged, have the remainder of the 1st fleet prepare to jump to these coordinates once the signal is given.? Randal handed a data pad containing the rest of the mission details over to Captain Leeds. ? I shall be in my ready room until 30 minutes before launch. Have the Troops report to their landing crafts, so that they will be ready once we commence planetary invasion.?

?Yes Admiral.?

Pleased with what was about to transpire, Randal made his way back to his ready room. He was eager to conquer this planet in the name of the Empire and the New Order. Byss would be a great starting point and example towards the rest of the galaxy on how this Sith-Imperial war would resolve.

Tag: Protegé-of-Thrawn, Sarge221

 

IC: Captain Maia Savanche, ISD Endless

Empress Teta

On the bridge, there was a collective intake of breath. Maia had had them put the sensor feed from the Endless Fire on the main holoscreen, and what the feed showed was ... not good. No less than four Star Destroyers were in orbit around the planet along with their fighter complements, bristling with more firepower a single Imperial Star Destroyer could hope to take on and survive, much less a Lambda-class shuttle.

The shuttle didn't have the sensors of an ISD; that was why Maia had planned to jump in if it didn't pick up anything too dangerous. Four Star Destroyers counted as too dangerous.

"Call the Endless Fire back." Maia was surprised at how calm her voice sounded. "Navigation, plot a course back to the Ascension. All hands to battle stations; we may have to fight our way out if they follow him."

On the holoscreen, the display shifted as the shuttle turned around - a painfully slow turn, to Maia - and began the long run out of the gravity well back into hyperspace...

TAG: TLI

 

IC: Artemis Eldritch, Rochester Station

?So, friend, care to tell me how you found out about this? No offense, but I find it hard to believe that someone would hire a salvager for a mercenary assault squad. That and the odds of meeting another person who received the message are astronomical.? Said the reptilian merc, after discussion the mission with the shadowy partner.

"Exactly, which is why this seems like a trap to me." He took a sip of StemCaf before continuing. "A general message sent to hundreds, perhaps thousands of mercs to proceed to a system with the promise of hundreds of thousands of credits and 'bang' a couple dozen Imp-Stars show up and you're sucking vacuum."

"It's a 'Miser's Folly' trap." Said the officer Wolatarian. "I've put them together in the Intell Division. Pulls in a number of people you want for questioning or with outstanding warrants. I would think twice. However, thank you for the drinks. I think we shall be on our way. Good day, chaps." He threw a couple of credit chips on the table and raise an arm to silence Eldritch's objections and led his wife to the lift to depart.

"He could be right. What do you think?" Eldritch asked the two mercs, thoughts of 'outstanding warrants' on his mind.

Tag: Dreamstar, KraytDragon90

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[b]IC: Reub Ititia; [i]Kessel, Imperial Correctional Facility Cell Block 1137[/i][/b]

[blockquote]There was a chip of paint seperated from the plast walls, where she was staring, and for a moment her mind began taking apart why it came off; what process removed the surface paint from the wall. Was it an insect or other small creature? Was it moisture or temperature, or a combination thereof? She quickly forgot that there was another being in the room, untill she spoke.

[i]"Ah....hi? It looks like we'll be together for a while."[/i] The being said. Reub looked up slowly and studied the being. She had a smile on her face, though it was unsure and being forced there, she was still smiling, and it was stupid. The poor thing wouldn't survive a week if she was lucky and just a glance at her noted that her death could be very unpleasant. Reub continuing staring at her for several moments before speaking, flat and dry, and a bit hoarse.

[b]"Just until you are dead."[/b] Reub said, with no hint of pity, just the facts of the being's situation. She studied the reaction of the young lady before continuing, [b]"I'm sorry you are here... ..There's five ways to kill yourself in this room that wouldn't be.. that.. painful..."[/b] She trailed off from her flat monotone, for once considering what she just said, her expression changing to a very contemplative look, and again blanked out in thought.[/blockquote]
[b]Tag:[/b][i] MaruKyuu [/i]

 

IC: Jaden Kevlin
The Ascension

The black lenses stared back at him as Jaden held the helmet in front of him, and despite his usual stone-faced expression, he was happy upon seeing it and having it in his hands. Soon it was on his head though as Jaden turned the helmet around, lifted it over his head, and slid it onto his head so that now he was staring through the black lenses. Securing his helmet in place, Jaden moved his arms and legs around, finding the black body suit fitted tightly over his body and the armor plates allowing plenty of movement. His SE-14r light repeating blaster was already in it's holster at his side and the standard thermal detonator was clipped to the small of his back. All that's left was his longblaster, the DLT-20A that he reached over to and took in his hands.

From all that time spent in medical rooms and bacta tanks, he was happy to be back and to be possibly thrust into a battle even with the possibility of not returning from it.

Jaden didn't feel like an outcast when they marched out of their quarters this time, now dressed in the white armor like everyone else instead of his fatigues. Like the other troopers, Jaden had a hand on the grip of his blaster while his other was beneath the barrel, pointing it up so that he wouldn't accidentally hit one of the troopers standing next to him with it.

They marched into the hangar of the Ascension where they had first landed and the wave of white armor parted as the troopers moved to their assigned landing craft. As Jaden stepped back into one of the craft, he knew that all that's left was to return to the waiting game once again. This time, however, with the promise of participating in a battle soon, he didn't mind as much.

TAG: Thok

 

Lilium Cyric
Imperial Correctional Facility Cell Block 1137, Kessel

Lily didn't really notice the cell. Her eyes were homed in on the woman in front of her. She had a problem of only focusing on one thing.

Reub's response to Lily's attempt to be friendly drove a dagger into her heart. She didn't know why, but for some strange reason, Reub's words made Lily panic. At first, Lily was just nervous from Reub's staring eyes, but then her words were even worse. Lily just had to hide her reaction. She started spoke back in response. Her voice was stronger, and it gave off her extremely strong Coruscanti accent.

"That's impossible. Surely not all sentences are life sentences. The Emperor has to have sanctioned some kind of early release for good behavior...he wouldn't keep people in here forever."

Lily's extremely strong Coruscanti accent and generic pro-Emperor rhetoric made her sound like a mouthpiece of Imperial Propaganda. It sounded eerily similar, except Lily's voice was much much higher. She finished it off with a question radiating in childlike curiosity.

"Five ways? Oh really? That seems interesting. Could you tell me some?"

Tag:GenOochy

 

IC: Val?istar Tyelka

Val released his grip on his blaster as the Woltarians walked over to the lift to depart. Now that those two were gone, one little human would not be a problem if it came to it. "He could be right. What do you think?" Val glanced over at Ghost and nodded before turning back to Artemis. ?I think the worm spent too much time pulling operations on his backwater planet and not enough in the galaxy. And you?ve been out alone too long, you?re paranoid. I can?t say I didn?t think about the chance of course. But I don?t have any outstanding warrants. Unlike some here?? He shot an mock glare at Ghost and chuckled. ?Very little of what I do is illegal, and I haven?t been caught yet. Add that to the fact that the message was sent to me and not my less than legal friend. Besides, despite what they might say, the Empire needs us. Maybe five years ago they would have tried something like this, but lately they?ve had too many problems to deal with to just go out and kill a potential workforce. And, I for one, plan to go to this meeting.?

TAGochy, Dream

 

IC as Wil Shard, Naval Officer of the Rebel Alliance

The sani-steam mist had left the barest hint of moisture in the mirror in front of him, giving a slightly psychadelic prismatic effect to his reflection; as he patted his checks with expensive Chandrillian aftershave (a present from his sisters from when he left home) and cast away the final cobwebs from last night with the 'new man' feel of being clean again.

Quite the celebration. He reflected wryly, now feeling well enough again to think back to the celebration with the fellow naval officers last night after getting confirmation that he'd be receiving a command. As was customary in the rebellion - and indeed, probably in space navy ranks since before the hyperdrive had begun to link all corners of the galaxy together - folks celebrated the sober reality of being given a ship to command by getting racously drunk.

It was the euphoria, the goodwill, the memories of friends and warmth that would prove armour to his Will in the coming years. Succour for a soul that would become heavy, heavy with the responsibility of taking a metal shell through deep space into battle, a shell that seperated brave men and women from the abyss. The weight of command, his instructors had told him back in naval academy, was not a burden but a responsibility: something that gave gravitas to the important decisions, yet finality to those that were past.

A commander must remember the cost in lives and material of every decision, yet not hesitate to act all the same. A sober reality indeed.

He supposed, all told, it was good that he had celebrated last night; sober would be his reality for some time to come.

He adjusted his tunic one last time and jutted his chin out to see how he might appear to others. Strong, hologenic, true leadership material.

Well, perhaps in his highest hopes. He knew that the more classic response, especially from the veterans who he would be commanding, would be somewhat less sanguine. Young, raw, inexperienced, likely to send us all into a black hole.

Sighing, he walked out of the bathroom and into his modest cabin: he'd already packed almost everything away, for transfer to his flag when assigned. All, except one small photo: his mother, his sisters. Now sequestered away on Ithor, where his mother could pursue her passion and her craft with those who shared her ways; where her knowledge could still help heal the scars of war across the galaxy.

A twinge reminded him that his father wasn't in that picture, and for all he knew, would never return. A militiaman most of his life on Belderone, he'd become increasingly mired in the work of the Merc gangs who frequented the system, until one day he just took off with one gang.

Might even be working for the Sith for all I know. The reality was, given the way the Force liked to play practical jokes on the mere mortals of the galaxy, he was just as likely to happen upon his father again in battle than he was in some holodrama bittersweet reunion moment.

If you honour the right of all beings to love, be loved, and enjoy their time with friends and family, than you'll keep your mind on the task. Again, as had been happening a lot lately, his instructors gruff yet solemn eddicts rung in his ears.

He grabbed his stylus and datapad and left his room. Nodding to the other officers who waved him off from down the hall (most still in their nightclothes) he continued on down the hall and toward the hanger.

He approached the deck officer, and returned a salute smartly. "I'm here for transport over to the Guardian, I'm to meet with Supreme Commander Sieg Meer by 1300hrs."

The officer nodded, motioning over to a shuttle that was primed and ready. "The paperworks already been lodged, you're free to board now. Good luck son." He winked good-naturedly then turned to some other piece of the seemingly eternal roster of things-that-need-to-be-done around the hangerbay of a major vessel.

Wil Shard boarded the shuttle, and was alone with his t

 

Drox Vrieska
Millennium Falcon, Sluis Van

Drox was thrown backwards. He rolled on his side. Shaking his head, he pushed to his hands and knees and found his previous seat. He glanced at Solo, skeptically. What the hell was that? He hadn?t felt like a ship malfunction, so maybe a hit from one of the patrol boats? Drox clicked his jaw together. He saw Solo?s internal conflict and guessed. He leaned forward to say, ?If you jump, make sure it?s short. I rather not die in a horrible fiery explosion. Fire?s bad for my skin.?

Despite the joke, Drox?s face was grim. He settled back, breathing deep and slow. This wasn?t anything he hadn?t ever dealt with. He asked now, ?Do you want me to keep a few ships off you, or did you make a decision??

Tag: Solo and Yammka

 

IC: Fedar Sen/ Doan Ro

Fedar was walking down the hall after having passed on the message to Bilt when he saw something that caught him a bit off guard. A tall, lanky, lifeform wearing a white and silver garb. He had pale skin and cloudy eyes, and icey looking hair. A Kaminoan, and a Jedi by the look of the sabers bu his side. "Hello who are you?" Fedar said approaching the pale being. The Kaminoan looked down at the Draethos who had called to him.

"I am Doan Ro, Jedi Knight and aid to Leia Organa. Who may I ask are you?" the Kaminoan Jedi asked rasing his brow slightly in curiousity as he walked over to the Draethos, a Draeths who seemed to have a connection to the Force.

"I'm Fedar Sen, I'm a fighter pilot." he said extending his hand in a handshake fashion. "It's a pleasure to meet a Jedi, I used to know several, It's glad to see that more are making their way out of the woodwork, and you work with Leia, that's great, she could use the help with the Order." he added.

Doan took Fedar's hand in hs gentle grip and shook it. "It's nice to meet someone who remembers the Jedi at their best." he said with a smile. "I am glad to see that some people were unaffected by Palpatine's deceptions." he added. "If he had managed to convince everyone the Jedi would surely be dead." he added his smile fading. "Have you heard from Leia lately I just recently got here and heard she may be on her way." Doan continued.

"Yeah, she's set to join Commander Bilt, myself and a few others on the Doneeta for a meeting. The Hapan deligation is supposed to be coming as well." Fedar said as the handshake was ended. "If you'd like I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you came along, I believe Leia will be coming here before going to the Doneeta so you can meet up with her then." Fedar added looking out the view port on the starboard side of the Guardian. "She should be getting here soon." he added, he could help but feel it was true, like a vibe.

'Hmm, maybe he can sense her. That is very interesting.' Doan thought. "Then I guess I shal wait for her to arrive, till then perhaps a tour of this ship?" Doan asked Fedar. "I am most interested if anyone on this ship knows how to clean mynock entrails off of a fighter cockpit window." he added with a soft chuckle.

"I could try, I find the best treatment is a good plasma scrub." Fedar said as he escorted the Kaminoan Jedi about the Guardian, showing him the basic areas open to the public and basic personel.

TAG: s65horsey(we'll be waiting in the main hanger, trying to clean mynock guts off of Doan's fighter.

 

IC: Lt. Jad Grohen
VSD Vindicator, en route to Khomm, Private Quarters

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Staring up at the stark grey ceiling of his quarters, Jad tried to close his eyes and get some much needed rest...

To no avail. He sighed, wondering how it was possible to have spent the last 25 hours awake and on duty and yet not fall asleep. He certainly [i]felt[/i] exhausted, if nothing else. It wasn't as if his mind was racing, either. He simply could not fall asleep.

Was it the current mission? Captain Stavus had been surprisingly quiet about exactly what they were doing in the Deep Core, en route to a planet he'd only ever seen vague references to in some of his galactic history and map texts. He shrugged. The captain had her reasons, he was sure.

He toyed with the idea of having to fly into combat personally. It seemed unlikely: Since being made second-in-command of the ship he'd experienced less and less combat first hand, which he supposed was a good thing. Still, he missed the sheer tactile thrill of being in a small fighter, blasting away at Rebel scum and Sith turncoats. Weaving in and out of gunfire. In and out, in and out...

He nodded off to sleep, still fighting a space battle in his head.

[b]TAG:[/b] No one in particular

 

Colonel Trins Oldin
Millennium Falcon

Somehow, Trins knew something was about to hit the fan. He noticed the increasing intensity on the Verpine's features and impatience in Solo's voice. For the moment, Trins was not listening to the heated words between the Captain and the Verpine. Instead, the Colonel slipped out of the cockpit and headed towards the dorsal quad turret. When the ship quaked, he was thrown against the wall, but he was okay.

With more alarms blaring in his ear, he continued moving, finding the ladder for the climb to the turret. Once in the turret, he slipped the targeting visor over his head and mashed the button that would power up the quad lasers. Perhaps he should have waited for Solo to tell him where to go, but Trins was not one to wait idly by while everything went to pot. No, he was usually a man of action, especially in extreme situations. He had to feel useful at least.

Once everything was set properly, he began scanning for targets to fire at. With the way things were going, the enemy would be in range soon.

TAG: Solo, Nick, anyone else

 

Nakir Tal'Orar
Doneeta

Nakir was escorted to meet the Captain. Once he was in the same room as the man he saw he was not alone, but with an attractive woman.

As the Captain spoke, Nakir's annoyance was less than contained.

You have been warned Captain. I AM NOT Mandalore. Do not name me as such.

He stood just inside the room, arms crossed over his chest plate on his beshar'gam. He was indeed a threatening looking being.

He assessed the room. Plotting how much room he had in case a fight broke out. Caclulating his draw times against that of the Captain.

Soon he noticed something he missed at first. The woman was a Jedi, clearly indicated by her lightsaber at her waist.

That could complicate things if he had to fight.

Talk. Name your proposition. I name my price. Go.

TAG: Sinre

 

Mandator-II Class Star Dreadnaught ? Ascension | Deep Core
Grand Admiral Randal Duflin

The possible recapturing of Byss would give them the opportunity the Empire needed to reassert their control over the deep core. This sort of dominance over this region of space was exactly what Randal wished to accomplish. With the coordinates already determined by Kane Lavos, the fleet began its jump inward to the system. It would be only a matter of time before the fleet made its way into the system unannounced, unnoticed, and unwelcome.

Tag: Protegé-of-Thrawn, DarthXan318, Rebecca_Daniels, Sarge221, TLI

 

IC: Morva


Morva shook his head, he finally recognized the voice, and now that he saw the ship he knew. ?So you were that guy Lamenting about dirt and grime on your ship eh?? That little rodent must have put a tracker on his ship and he couldn't see it on a quick visual search. But that didn't matter what mattered was that he had gotten a response from 'Corellia' came through. ?Well, just got a response here. You get a standard contract. If its what I got, well then I'm sure you'll be happy. 300,000 credits for your first job and it doubles for every job after that. And I got a 10,000 credit bonus for recruiting you. Just to sweeten the pot why don't I give half that bonus to you, for a new paint job, and a good ship cleaning eh? You agree, I'll give you the info needed to contact my employer and tell you where to go from here. Wadda ya say??

Tag: Mitth

 

IC: Sergeant Jaden Kevlin
The Ascension, Landing Craft

Jaden heard the klaxon within the landing craft, a warning before the Ascension entered it's jump to light speed. There was nothing to do but wait, and the veteran used the time to go through a quick checklist of his gear. The built-in comlink in his helmet, targeting and acquisition system, helmet holocam, armor plates secure, power pack of his blaster charged to full.

Who will we be fighting?

The question hadn't came until now, and Jaden wished he had thought of it sooner. Was it the Rebels? The traitorous Sith? Or were they just putting down some civil unrest within the Empire's borders to make them secure?

Expect nothing, Jaden thought to himself. Trying to expect something that you have no information to go on would only keep you distracted, leaving you unprepared for what was really going on. By expecting nothing, you learn to rely on your instincts and to follow them without question when things happened, no matter if they were good or bad. Instincts, from Jaden's experience, could be the only thing that'll save you from death if things turn to the worst, which they had before.

So, blaster firmly in hand, Jaden simply waited to find out what was to be done while he continued to go over his mental checklist.

TAG: Thok

 

IC: Captain Thuyla Daala

Location the Liberator

Thuyal cursed silently as her small frigate flew above the atmosphere of Tatooine. She knew she hadn?t proven herself capable of participating in some of the lager scale missions the Alliance was waging in the Core Worlds, still she just felt useless orbiting around this little rock. She couldn?t even do lend soldiers to the local security force to help clean up the Criminal underbelly the Jabba the Hutt created. Still she had her job to do, and that was to make sure her men soften up incase Imperial or Yong invaders actually struck. He store out of the view screen as a small team of X-wings and Y-Fighters began fake dog fights.

Half of the X-Wings where practicing simple flying producers and maneuvers, with small non lethal beacons buzzed, telling them where they would have died as they messed up. The Second larger half of the Wing was executing a small war game, with her vessel as the fake target. One group was assigned to protect the ship?the other to try and take it. Much to her chagrin Red Fox defeated Blue Wolf easily?.as happy as was to see her men being capable of taking on a lager vessel?she?d prefer to just to be able to keep this one.

TAG: everyone