Title: Silver Swarms of Ships Author: Goodwood Timeframe: Before the Saga, KotOR-era Character: Chak Ravartin, Teish'ala, Atton Juyode, various OCs Genre: Diary Challenge Summary: A wet-behind-the-ears fighter pilot flying for the Marine Corps navigates his way through the Jedi Civil War, experiencing the heights, hazards, hatreds and horrors of a galaxy at war. Far from the world of his birth and where he learned to fly, he will fight and possibly die for the preservation of civilization. (Note: This is a reboot of an old diary and relates to the novella Saber Battalion) __________________________________________________________________________________ Pilot log, entry one, 3958.2.7 BBY It's only been a couple of days since I've received my first posting, I reported to the 23rd Marine Starfighter Squadron just as it was leaving for the front lines, and my stomach still hasn't quite settled. We had a quick stopover in the [REDACTED] system for a series of orientation flights, during which we practiced a few maneuvers and got to know our wingmates a little better. My squadron leader, Lt. Commander Juyode, seems to know his stuff and I'm grateful to be his backup man. The commander of our Marine ground forces, which consists of the 3rd Marine Battalion, is another story in and of herself. The rumors flying around about her are enough to make a guy shudder, but I can't tell if it's awe or fear. But she's called a meeting of the task force's Marine officers for a general briefing, starfighter pilots included; five will get you ten this is going to be about our overall mission. I hope but don't expect that she'll address any of these rumors, but here's hoping. The rumor mill is also churning out juicy bits about our enemy. Everyone knows that almost all of them are traitors, those who had fought alongside Revan and Malak against the Mandalorians, but now they're attacking us? I don't pretend to understand it, but thankfully I don't have to. Those new silver ships, swarms of them I hear they're using, those are all I have to understand, and only to the extent necessary to blast them to free-floating hydrogen. Dunno why this entry is so filled with vitriol. I'm normally a laid-back sort of guy, as superstitious as any swoop racer out there. But the enemy has been wreaking havoc for a few months now, and I couldn't wait to finish getting through flight school so I could show them just what a Coruscant swooper can do when he's good and riled. Anyway, I've rambled enough for now, even though my XO says it's important for an officer to keep a record of their thoughts and feelings. I don't see why, but maybe meeting with the captain will bring a bit more context. For now, this is Ensign Chak Ravartin, signing off.