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  1. darthbernael

    darthbernael EU Community Mod, Fuego, Pyrofuego! star 5 Staff Member Manager

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    OOC: Thanks, all for another combo with the POWs

    IC Barracks Two Squad
    Barracks Two

    The heat of Feral’s frustration and anger cooled slightly with the departure of the Senator, not because the man was gone but because Vic was back up to his usual efficiency. However it did present a new problem. He was sure there was a high likelihood that the spy was not the Senator but the hasty departure would allow the true spy a possible way to deflect the attention from themselves.

    Looking around the room he took in the various reactions, both to what everyone had said, his outburst, and the departure of the Senator. Artie’s reaction was an interesting one but one he knew from young officers that had not yet seen everything others had, in the military or in combat. If there ever was a calm moment he’d have to educate the young man. But other things took precedence now.

    A look at Traer, ”Sith Advocate, Traer? It doesn’t suit you, especially in a moment when they are already trying to divide us. Your talents are much better at ferreting out who the true spy is, well you, your Aqualish, and the twins.”

    He looked back out of the windows, ”There is no telling how soon the next of us will be taken for questioning so, since none of you have the courage of your convictions to admit you are the one who betrayed us, this will have to go the hard way. So unless the Major or Captain Rouger have any other observations about how to proceed,” he looked over at them, sure that they had such, ”we will begin with the searches and questioning.”

    The Squibs' ears perked up at the reference to themselves, and flattened in aggravation.

    "Hey, don't associate us with Traer and his goon! We have standards."

    "Yes, my brother and I are in complete agreement on that!"

    Riki and Tiki crossed their arms simultaneously and glowered indiscriminately at Feral, Traer, and the surly Aqualish.

    So here it is Artie thought subjected to a strip search probably and questioning. It was bound to come. And no doubt Traer and his thug would love to interrogate me, easy pickings there.

    But the Senator a spy? Artie didn't think so. Okay he hadn't said much but that was too quick and easy for the Imperials to pick on him. No doubt Artie would be next to go as he was fairly quiet.

    Artie sighed might as well get it over and done with. Maybe one of the others may try and keep the peace. Because I'll bet the Imperials are laughing at us right now. And Feral's on the warpath.

    He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, thought again then closed it shaking his head. Whatever he would say would probably come out wrong so he continued to keep quiet and stare at the wall.

    Lou folded her arms across her chest. She wasn't having any of this. Around and around and around. Imperials, ex Imperials, and Rebel nut cases who'd been locked up way too long on this jungle planet. It was like a really bad version of a holo soap opera. As the Fingers Point.

    She bit her lip slightly. She wanted to get out of this place. The longer they sat around the harder it was to complete her own personal mission. Maybe if she just stepped forward it would clear everything up. Maybe they'd shoot her and throw her out back in some pit. That would put an end to things. Give her some measure of peace after everything she had done and experienced.

    Lou stepped forward and opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out. Not this time.

    Kellit had watched, appalled. He considered the possibility that Graul could have been the spy, but rejected it. A politician, and used to the soft life, he might have given information to get himself released, but he'd been here too long. If he wanted to betray them all to win his freedom, he would have done so long before now. He was still not entirely sure there was a spy, it seemed far more likely that there were cameras or listening devices cunningly implanted somewhere. Or maybe Spooky's dad had rubbed off on him. Still...the first chance he got, he was going to do a thorough check of his own prosthetics and what little other gear he had on, to insure that he, at least, was not the one the Imps were getting info from, even unknowingly. And meanwhile...

    "They are trying to divide us," he said softly. "We can't play in to their hands."

    Traer grinned at Feral's comment, and responded as Kellit spoke up. "Divide or not, it happened. So, I would say it is a very good idea for the Squibs and my friend and I - " The words left a bad taste in his mouth, "have some alone time with each of us, one-on-one."

    The Aqualish made a noise of agreement. Traer continued on. "We'll leave you to suck up to the Imps, Feral."

    The Sunwalkers were passive observers, their Imperial pasts had taught them to stay away when such things happen. Any good Imperial citizen looks away when one of their fellows gets arrested and dragged in for interrogation. It was that simple, even the thought of helping the arrestee was treason enough, but they were not with the Empire anymore, even if they still believed in its ideals. Jocelyn decided to take things in her hands so she stepped forward, her mother tried to stop her but her father prevented that, he understood "I volunteer to be interrogated first." she said simply.

    Feral almost chuckled at the Squibs response but he’d taken this path and he had to stay upon it until the spy was ferreted out. Artie continued to act like a petulant child and he knew he would have to have a talk with the young pilot in the near future.

    His head shook slightly at the, almost, glee in Traer’s voice at the thought of being let off his leash to cause mayhem. He did nod to Lou when she stepped forward, having a feeling he knew what was behind both her desire to step up and her silence.

    ”Kellit, of course, as Traer said, they are trying to divide us, and why is that a surprise? It’s one of the simplest forms of control. But, while everyone will be questioned, I’m not going to allow one person or another to be railroaded because of unfounded perceptions. I am madder than I tend to allow people to see but I will not let favoritism or prejudice taint this.”

    His head swiveled slightly, like a hawk locking onto prey, toward Traer. In an almost calm, even tone, ”Ohhhh Corporal, seeing as we have guests, the leaders of our group that would be Captain Feral, whether you like that or not.”

    He stepped toward Joy, ”I am sure it is not you or your parents, but since you volunteered we shall do so and by doing so, perhaps show that this will be as minimally invasive a search or questioning as possible.”

    Turning to the Major, ”Sir, if you or Captain Rouger wish to assist then I welcome it, otherwise it will be myself, Lou, and hmmm, Kellit who interview each person, aside from our own, and yes I do include myself, interviews.”

    Traer smiled wanly. "I lay claim to the interview of Captain Feral, of course."

    He let that hang for a moment, and placed his hands on his hips as if to say. Why not?

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  2. Corellian_Outrider

    Corellian_Outrider Former FanForce Admin star 6 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    ~IC~ Captain Cassell "Skipper" Wystari
    Mess Hall - Intrepid

    What can one say about Harley? She certainly has a way with others. Another thing that is for sure, you never count her out and always handy to have on your side in a fight. Though it was looking like she might need to be bailed out of one as tensions were rile up in the Mess Hall between certain members of Intruder Squadron and the Black Sheep-

    Warning klaxons interrupted followed by an announcement over the PA.
    “Crash stations, crash stations, incoming friendly fighters on approach, crash stations...”

    "How did you do that? You asked for a fire alarm and we got one..." Harley awestruck remark to Kayn, though Cassell had half an ear to the Devaronian’s response as Harley continued. ”Hey our friends are out there too!" She exclaimed. “Let's get to the hanger deck and find out!"

    “I suppose that concludes hostilities.” Cassell muttered under his breath as the the mounting tension was all forgotten as the others rose to their feet.

    Cassell allowed Harley to lead the way back to the hangar, part in due that she was faster than him. The other was that he wanted to make sure that Kayn did not suffer any relapse on the way. The fellow officer was still not up to his usual level of performance since the incident and whatever it was that awaited them at the hanger would not have a disastrous effect.


    TAG: @Rebecca_Daniels, @Sarge, @Vehn, @Bardan_Jusik
     
  3. Vehn

    Vehn Force Ghost star 4

    Registered:
    Sep 14, 2009
    IC: Airen Vehn
    Hangar Deck
    Intrepid


    Airen never looked back. Not this time. There was nothing to go back toward. He ripped into the hangar bay which was drenched in the red lights of an emergency and glanced around. The preparations were haphazard at best. He shook his head as others from lunch poured into the hangar bay.

    "Get the crash net deployed, now!" Airen yelled to the others, "and work on getting the fire hoses setup. We get flames we're all going to go up in one big explosion. Make sure the blast doors are functioning as well so we are able to contain this if it goes south."

    Instinctively he rushed to where Lou's Y-Wing would've rested to get it moved out of the way but his heart and his soul was greeted by the cold reminder of empty space. His boots skidded to a stop on the cold durracrete flooring of the hangar bay.

    "Lou..." Airen whispered before klaxon alarms caught his attention once more.

    He looked out into the void and thought he saw the flicker of approaching ships.

    They were running out of time...

    Tag: @Sarge; @Corellian_Outrider et al....
     
  4. Bardan_Jusik

    Bardan_Jusik Former Manager star 10 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

    Registered:
    Dec 14, 2009
    GM Update: Part I
    IC: Commander Walling (NPC)
    Interrogation room, rebel carrier Intrepid.


    Wallings waited silently until the pilots left the interrogation room. They were amateurs to be sure, better at piloting than any sort of formal interrogation techniques, but they had gotten results, and far sooner than she had hoped. Now the Imperial captain sat before her, broken. It was time to take advantage of that. She motioned for the marine guards to leave as well, looking over the blubbering prisoner as a predator would it's next meal. The hatch dogged shut behind the marines, leaving her alone with the prisoner. "Now tell me prisoner," she began not even affording the broken man the humanity of his name nor the honor of his rank. "How are you tracking the Intrepid?" He looked at her through frightened uncomprehending eyes. "We know the Imperials are tracking this ship, it's squadrons. Tell me how, is it a tracking device?" She paused as he made no sound or other movement aside from his shallow breathing. "A spy?" His breathing quickened. "A spy then, tell me do you know who it..." she paused as she looked suddenly at the two way mirrored panel, aware it seemed for the first time that perhaps she was being watched.

    Staring at the mirror Wallings took a small device off of her belt and activating it caused the glass to go opaque for Vermillion and Hollymander. They could no longer see inside, and after a moment they realized they couldn't hear what was being said either. Before ether could react to that the hatch opened and the two marine guards that had been with Wallings entered. "We're sorry, this matter is now classified," they said. It was clear neither had been told anything other than that and that they were simply following orders. "You've been asked to return to your squadron ready room," one said to Hollymander as the other spoke to Vermillion. "And you've been asked to write up a brief on what you've seen and heard from the interrogation."

    OOC: No tag yet, tags forthcoming at the end of the update.





    IC: Flight Officer Quin (NPC)
    Hanger deck, Intrepid


    As the Black Sheep pilots ran down the corridors from the mess hall to the hanger deck, they were swept along with others of the same mind. Something had happened to their planes, and the crew of the Intrepid was going to do whatever they could to save them. It soon became apparent to them all that it wasn't the outboard port side bay that the Black Sheep called home which was having the emergency. Instead it was the Star Raider's landing bay.

    "Oh no, no, no no!" Maverick shouted loudly, imploringly to whatever gods he believed in as an X-Wing with the Intruder squadron crest painted on it's side careened onto the landing deck. It bounced once, then again on it's landing skids before coming to rest in the crash netting at the rear of the bay. The bird had been seriously damaged, one engine was totally blown away and there was carbon scoring all along her hull. A moment later a second X-Wing, also from the Intruders came down alongside it, the damage to that plane seemed even more extensive, though at least it's landing wasn't a controlled crash like it's wingman. Maverick seemed to breath a sigh of relief at the recovery of the two planes even as the last craft came in, a lone Y-Wing, this one marked as one of the Star Raiders.

    "By the Lords of K..." intoned the young woman standing beside Quin. It was Major Boomer the XO of the Star Raiders. The Wishbone was in even worse shape than the X-Wings, and it was a wonder the craft had managed to land at all. As soon as it settled to the deck, Commander Argo, the Raider's squadron commander popped the canopy of the wishbone and staggered out of his stricken vessel. Boomer ran to him and embraced him as the two X-Wing pilots also emerged from the craft. "They knew just when to hit us," the Chiss pilot called Iceman told the other pilots on the deck. "A half dozen TIE Defenders, they came out of hyperspace at the perfect spot at hit the Y-Wings as they started their attack runs." He seemed rattled, which unnerved the assembled pilots even more. Ice Man had a reputation of being unflappable. "It was all we could do to get out of there alive."

    Maverick turned to the Black Sheep he had been talking to in the mess hall now, hatred and anger burning in his eyes. "Still think it's just bad luck?" He began to lunge at them , but was held back by Iceman's wingman Slider. "We got the Gozanti though..." Argo muttered, it was almost an afterthought. The loss of the rest of the strike force, three Y-Wings, and the near loss of three other craft hardly compared to the loss of a single light cruiser and her handful of TIEs.

    There was no time to mourn however, or dwell on Maverick's righteous anger, as the klaxon sounded again, another warning of incoming fighters. This time it was the Black Sheep, the training patrol that had been led out by Taab. Their arrival was more orderly than that of the Star Raiders, though they too were down a vessel. "Well he didn't last long," Quin could be heard saying in reference to Crow's missing fighter. Flagg arrived just as Taab deplaned and the Mandalorian quickly explained the situation to him, how they had encountered a lone Gozanti and he had ordered the attack. He also explained how Crow's fighter had rammed the light cruiser, destroying it completely during their initial attack run. "Crow should get full credit for that one," Taab said in an uncharacteristic display of charity. Was it because Crow had been a fellow Mandalorian, or was it something else? Flagg waved off his request for now. "We'll get to that in due time." The squadron commander was clearly displeased with the loss of another plane and pilot, especially following an unsanctioned attack by the squadron's XO. "We've got other business to discuss first."

    "That you do," boomed the voice of the Intrepid's commanding officer, Captain Husk, as he entered the hanger deck. "We already had our next mission planned for the Star Raiders but they're out of action now until they can be reinforced." He sounded irritated and there was no disguising the disgust and anger in his voice. "Get your Black Sheep ready, I have a mission for them."




    Black Sheep ready room
    A few hours later...



    "The target is the tibanna refinery on BacYang," Flagg said from the front of the ready room pointing to the image floating above him provided by the room's holoprojector. The Black Sheep were all here for the briefing, the ones not stuck in a POW camp anyway, along with Captain Husk, the CAG and Commander Wallings. Vermillion, not yet fully in the squadron's confidence, was back in his quarters, writing up a report of the interrogation he had witnessed. The image was a map of the BacYang system and surrounding space, the Black Sheep pilots couldn't help but notice that SonTay was less than a parsec away from their intended target. The image zoomed in, showing the facility was located floating in the skies of a gas giant, much like a much smaller scale of Cloud City. "It's an Imperial military operation, any civilians here are working directly for them." he hoped that would assuage any guilt felt by anyone reluctant to hit a not purely military target.

    "The complex itself is defended by a trio of turbolaser towers and a squadron of standard TIEs." The image again zoomed in showing the location of the turbolaser turrets on the outlying parts of the refinery's superstructure as well as the TIE launch facilities. "Now according to fleet intelligence," he gave a nod to Commander Wallings who stood near the hatch in the darkened room. "Most of the TIEs will be away for the next several hours on their own escort mission, there shouldn't be more than a handful defending the station, so now is the time to strike."

    The image panned back out showing the entire BacYang gas giant and the refinery's position. "The plan is for the X-Wings of Able flight to jump in first, that should be enough to lure out the TIEs to come meet us..." he pointed a laser pointer at where the X-Wings would arrive and the probable route the TIEs would take. "The A-Wings of Baker flight will then come out of hyperspace here, behind where we expect the TIEs to be so we can catch them in a pincer movement." Since they didn't know the exact number of TIEs (though it was suspected to be less than 12) the ruse and pincer would hopefully allow the fighters to deal with the fighter threat while the attack craft struck the refinery itself.

    "Charlie flight will be fully armed, but will strike the enemy turbolaser turrets guarding the refinery with laser and ion fire only," Walling's and the CAG both raised their eyebrows at that. "Delta flight's B-Wings will then hit the refinery's tibanna storage tanks with their proton torpedoes which should set off an explosion big enough to destroy the facility." The lights began to come up as the holoprojection dimmed. "We will then have Charlie flight's torpedoes available if a second strike is needed, or if an Imperial capital ship shows up." Of course that wasn't the real reason the Y-Wings were supposed to hold onto their heavy ordinance, nor X-Wings of Able flight whose torpedoes Flagg hadn't mentioned at all, but the reasoning seemed to mollify the CAG. "The Valkyria will be with us as a reserve element and to provide combat search and rescue for any downed pilot." Flagg indicated Wystari, Hollymander and Vehn, the latter two were assigned as gunners for the mission.

    "All right then," the commander of the air group said as he stood and took his place at the front of the room next to Flagg. "You all know the plan, and time is of the essence here." He paused for a moment, struggling with how to word his next orders. "This was supposed to be the Raiders out there, but they don't have the planes for it. You do, so get to it and don't make us regret sending you." Flagg looked at him aghast as the man called the room to attention and left, preceded by Commander Wallings and Captain Husk. Shaking his head he gave a look to Taab who moved from the rear of the room and dogged the hatch shut. It was just the Black Sheep now.

    "Of course as you all know, that's just half our mission." The lights again went low and another holoprojection went up, this time originating from Taab's left vambrace. "Once we hit the refinery, rather then jumping back to the ship, we rally at these co-ordinates," the display showed them where a spot just outside BacYang's orbit. "From there we jump directly to SonTay, it's close so fuel shouldn't be an issue for any of us." The image of SonTay was now enlarged so they could see the camp and the spaceport on the surface.

    "We all come out of hypserspace together, then split to our assignments right away." He looked at Balzroth, "Due to our recent losses, Major Taab and I have altered your OPLAN slightly, though it's more a reallocation of resources." He tried to give a small smile and failed. "Able flight will use our remaining torpedoes and hit the flight line at the space port," he then looked again at Balzroth and Zara. "Baker flight will support us in that effort. Our target will be any TIE Strikers we see on the tarmac as well as the control tower and defensive gun emplacements." He pointed to a few obvious defensive turrets that could be seen on the holo image.

    "Following that we set up a BARCAP between the port and the POW camp for any Strikers that do get off the ground." There was an entire wing of the air superiority variant of the TIE fighter based there, and he doubted they would get them all on the ground. "Make sure not to hit any civilian or other grounded transports, since we can't get everyone out ourselves the hope is that the other freed prisoners can make their way to the port and commandeer one of those vessels to make their own escape."

    The image shifted over from the spaceport to the camp itself now. "Charlie flight will use their torpedoes to hit the prison camp's exterior walls and fencing as well as their administration building." The former would allow for any prisoners in the yard to walk right out, though Flagg knew it wouldn't be quite that simple with all the chaos going on, while the latter should decapitate any the Imperials command and control element within the camp. "Delta flight's B-Wings wont have any heavy ordinance left after the refinery strike, but your guns will be useful in strafing the camp's guard towers and any enemy personnel or equipment on the ground." The image further zoomed in on the Northern Camp's "sports yard".

    "Wystari, there should be just enough room there for you to put down the Valkyria without too much effort." It actually would be a tight fit, especially in the midst of all the chaos that would be going on around them, but Flagg had confidence in the freighter captains's abilities. "Once on the ground, find our people and get them out of there. Charlie and Delta flights will provide cover for you, and Baker and Able will provide cover for them..." he looked out at everyone. "We can do this, we will do this. If for no other reason than to prove them..." he pointed at the closed hatch. "Wrong about us." He nodded to Taab who deactivated the holo projection and raised the lights. "Now, I know the Valkyria could use another hand, but we don't have one and we can't ask for a marine contingent or it would raise suspicion." he looked to Agent Hollymander. "You think Vermillion can be trusted with this?" He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "If so invite him along, it might be helpful to have another intel spook in the ground with you when we get to the camp." He hoped the answer would be yes, but one could never tell.

    "Everyone else, man your planes, we're skids up in 20 minutes."

    TAG: @Rebecca_Daniels @Sarge @Corellian_Outrider @Vehn @Anedon @Mitth_Fisto @The Real Kyp Durron @adaml83 @Mistress_Renata @Adalia-Durron @galactic-vagabond422 @TheSilentInfluence

    OOC: Separated Vermillion from the rest of us here as he hasn't been brought in on the plan yet. Hollymander asking him (or just tricking him into coming along) should provide some fun. Of course adam, you could just decide to have him stay behind, in which case I'll come with something else for you to do. :p Everyone else, go ahead and get your characters to your planes, I'll have us on our attack runs on the refinery in my next update which will kick off the rescue mission.
     
  5. Bardan_Jusik

    Bardan_Jusik Former Manager star 10 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

    Registered:
    Dec 14, 2009
    OOC: Still separating the updates into parts so everyone gets their tags.

    GM Update: Part II


    IC: Major Roger Hammond/Captain Steppan Rouger (NPCs)
    Barracks 2, POW Camp, SonTay Prison camp


    "Sir, if you or Captain Rouger wish to assist then I welcome it, otherwise it will be myself, Lou, and hmmm, Kellit who interview each person, aside from our own, and yes I do include myself, interviews.”

    Hammond pursed his lips at that. These officers had all already been vetted once, but it did seem that there had to be some sort of spy in their midst. If the only way out was to conduct interrogations, and that's just what an these interviews were, even if under a more pleasant sounding name, than so be it. Time however was going to be a factor, even now the POWs in barracks 2 could hear the sounds of stormtroopers rousting POWs in other barracks for their own...interviews.

    "Very well, we'll all participate, and by that I mean all." Hammond finally replied. "As mentioned, a spy already among us could have simply used this opportunity to cast aspersions on the newcomers." He paused and pursed his lips once more as Rouger frowned. "To expedite matters though perhaps each of us should pair off with another and," he looked to the squibs, "and not with anyone we're related to." He looked now to the Sunwalkers. "The pairs would...interview each other, and then report their findings to the entire group."

    Traer smiled wanly. "I lay claim to the interview of Captain Feral, of course." Hammond nodded in agreement. A certain level of animosity within each pair was probably beneficial. "Very well, we pair off as follows."

    "Lin you interrogate...pardon me, interview, Captain Ordwgal and then Captain you return the favor and interview Corporal Lin." He turned next to the Sunwalkers and the squib brothers. "Riki," he hoped he was talking to the right one, he could never tell them apart. "You interview Dennii Sunwalker and then she interviews you. Tiki, you interview K'rill and then Krill you interview Tiki." That would at least split up the two obvious pairings within the barracks. "Sergeant Sunwalker," he turned next to the Sunwalker's daughter, herself still a relative newcomer to the camp. "Sergeant Vic will conduct your interview." Privately he was of the opinion that if there was indeed a leak, it would be her. Once she knew that her parents were also in the camp with her it wouldn't take much for the Empire to use that as leverage against the rebel pilot. "And then of course you interview him." Hammond knew from personal experience with Vic, if anyone could weasel out information, it would be him.

    "Art, why don't you conduct Kellit's interview and then of course Kellit you interview Art." Hammond truly didn't believe either was the issue, but the entire point of the endeavor was to be thorough. "Captain Roguers, please conduct Lieutenant Gray's interview," Despite Feral's confidence in her, Hammond wasn't convinced she couldn't be the spy. After all the Imperials had done a rather marked job in casting her in the most sympathetic light to the POWs, it was just the sort of cover a spy would need. "And of course Lieutenant you can interview our very own Captain Skarn." Rouger frowned again at the epithet though he recovered quickly with a broad smile.

    He then turned to the final remaining POW in the barracks. "And I will interview... you." he pointed to Traer's Aqualash stooge, "and then you can interview me..." He said the last graciously, after all if Feral was willing to undergo this process, than he too as the ranking officer in the barracks right now could hardly be expected to do otherwise. Once again the noise of stormtroopers rousting POWs from their beds in neighboring barracks. "Now let's get started, and we better be quick about it, I don't think we have much time."

    TAG: @Jerjerrod-Lennox @TheAdmiral @Vehn @darthbernael @Mistress_Renata @Sarge @Sinrebirth

    OOC: Love the interview idea, just splitting us off into pairs to hopefully expedite the process (as the rescue operation is now launching). Also for the sake of expediency, don't worry about the IC sharing of the interviews with the rest of the group. We'll just assume this was done "off screen" and use our meta knowledge of each interview for our characters going forward.

    Also, because I am a kind and benevolent GM I will tell you this, pay close attention to these interviews. The spy in the camp is indeed one of those being interrogated, though of course I won't say who (I'm not that kind). Could be an NPC, could be a Player Character who worked this out with me before joining the game, so stay sharp, and good hunting.
     
    Last edited: Sep 9, 2020
  6. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Force Ghost star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 11, 2009
    IC Ianna Mcear
    Intrepid

    Ianna was sweat, and tired the training mission had gone south and yet another sheep was lost. Why did even the simplest mission seem to go wrong for them? It was a quick turn around she landed and was hurried to the briefing room. Well, there were a few hours, but there wasn't really time for a shower or a change. Not when she was going to be going up again in just a little bit. She spent a lot of time in her room her boots off knees pulled up to her chest staring at the little blue plant she had in her room.

    It was just her in her room, so there was no reason for her to plaster her smile on. Her friends were still gone, and they'd just lost another. She could feel like no matter what they did, they kept losing.

    She rested her chin on her knees letting out a breath just sitting in the darkness.

    Eventually she got another chime on her datapad summoning her to the briefing room. Coming in she took a seat, her hair still up in a braid which was wrapped into a bun. It had gotten loose and a few strands started to drift into her eyes. The mission briefing was simple, get loaded up, fly in, smack a turbolaser, and fly out. It seemed simple enough. She nodded her head as the assignments were handed out, though she was left wondering who was Charlie flight? Just her and Alor and Mixer, two Y-Wings, was Vehn coming with? It was something, they could still do some damage.

    As the Star Raiders and other command staff left Ianna did get up. When the other Sheep didn't get up with her she turned back to her seat and sat down.

    Then her eyes opened wide and she sat on the edge of her seat. They were going to get her friends back, finally, finally they were going to get Lou and Joy back, and everyone else. She took in her part of the mission, bring down the wall, let the prisoners free.

    When the order to dismiss was given she rushed out of the room and ran to Serica. Meili gave a slight eyebrow raise.

    "You heading out again?"

    "Yep." Ianna jumped into her seat nearly vibrating with energy.

    She was going to get her friends back.

    TAG: @Rebecca_Daniels @Sarge @Corellian_Outrider @Vehn @Anedon @Mitth_Fisto @The Real Kyp Durron @adaml83 @Mistress_Renata @Adalia-Durron @Bardan_Jusik @TheSilentInfluence
     
  7. The Real Kyp Durron

    The Real Kyp Durron Jedi Master star 2

    Registered:
    May 6, 2018
    Ic MacKenzie Hollymander
    Intrepid


    It all happened very quickly. It felt like mere seconds as Wallings dismissed the Marines before turning the two-way glass opaque. Moments later two large Marines entered the room and ushered both men out. Standing outside a now locked room MacKenzie was left asking more questions than had been answered. The Marines left them alone and with no choice but to join the crew on the hangar deck.

    Nothing that had occurred there had alleviated his suspicions regarding Wallings. She may have been aware from the moment she walked in that she was being observed. Her words to the Imperial Captain meant little or nothing at all.

    By the time he got to the hangar deck the crash landing had occurred and was being cleaned up. There was little for him to do so when the briefing was called it made sense to make his way to the appropriate room. Listening to the briefing it seemed another regular mission and when assigned gunner for it he wasn’t surprised. He watched at Wallings and team left still not trusting the woman. The next part of the briefing caught him a little by surprise.

    They were on a rescue mission.

    The plan laid out was sound enough but the chances of their pilots even being alive was slim at best. Did they have that intel? He was deep in thought when he heard himself referred to as ‘Agent Hollymander’ followed by a question as to the trustworthiness of Baniss. He looked up. “Not an Agent Sir." He felt it important to make sure the leadership were aware of his discomfort with the title. "I think Vermillion can be trusted with this. I’ll get a feel for him and if he seems willing will inform him.” Recalling how the man had been detailed with his sourcing of information. Finding a layout for the Prisoner camp would be beneficial.

    They had 20 minutes to prepare. He needed to move fast.



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  8. Adalia-Durron

    Adalia-Durron WNU/Costume/Props/EUC Mod. star 10 Staff Member Manager

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    IC Ethan Malek, Amber Tehanis, Jeen Talgana
    On Board Intrepid



    Having touched down roughly, Amber was frustrated as the canopy opened. Ripping off her helmet she tossed it to the floor before standing and sitting on the back of the seat. "JEEN!?!?" she yelled.

    He was putting the ladder at the side of the ship when she yelled his name. He began to climb up. "You bellowed?" He asked, a touch of annoyance in his voice.

    Amber spun to face him. "I love grav and dampeners!! Shame I didn't have them!! I was out there floating my freaking harness and fighting the urge to puke!" Inside she didn't mean to blame him, but he was right there, she sighed loudly. "I'm sorry, I know its not your fault.....at least I don't think it is."

    Jeen stared for a moment before glancing back at the ship. "Might be, never checked that, was more worried about the engine faults." He conceded. "I'll get on it right away, you're needed at a briefing." He started back down the two steps he'd gone up.

    "Now?" She frowned. "I just landed, we encountered more enemies out there, they were waiting for us." she explained as she swung her legs over the side and climbed down.

    "Now." Jeen said as he picked up a tool. "Best get moving."

    Amber frowned. "You ok?" Jeen was usually so positive, always with a joke or one liner.

    "No, but nothing you can do. Best get to your briefing and give me time to fix this." He indicated to the ship.

    Amber stopped and stared before putting her hand on his shoulder. "Let me try?"

    "Not now, get moving." Jeen turned away from her.

    Amber felt his misery, and something told her Ianna was the reason. She didn't have time to deal with it now, but she hoped she would very soon as she didn't like seeing him like this.

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    Entering the room she looked around, heads were down, they'd lost another one. This was getting beyond a joke and clearly no one was laughing. Her eyes starting looking for Ianna or Ethan and found them sitting apart but Ethan had noticed her, indicating for her to sit nearby. In her scan she'd caught sight of Fox, her heart twisted slightly. He said whatever it was, was over, but Amber wasn't ready to buy into that. This wasn't the time though. Moving through the group and sat down next to Ethan. "Hey." she uttered quietly.

    "Hey," Ethan responded. Seeing Amber lightened his mood a bit. But his discussion with Alec still weighted upon him. "Glad you made it back," he said with a forced smile.

    She glanced at him. "Nearly didn't, tell you sometime." She felt his smile wasn't genuine. "You ok?" Seemed all the men around her were struggling with something or other.

    "Mostly," then lowering his voice even further. "Told Alec about what happened at the wedding. So at least someone will remember it."

    Things were about to start. "Part of me wishes they didn't."

    "But then they would get away with it." Ethan reminded her. "Would never have to answer for what they did."

    She gave a nod. "You mean what 'we' did.......Shshshsh" she whispered, "Need to listen."

    There was a mission and once again, innocents were in the line of fire, Amber mused going Rogue on the Rebellion. Where was the line between 'Rebellion and Terrorism?' Seems it'd been blurred and smudged out. She watched as the leadership left, and out of the corner of her eye she caught Ianna standing then sitting again. In fact no one had moved. There was a second mission, a rescue it seemed. Were they really going to do this? How did they even know if their missing brethren were still alive? She frowned as she began to question her whole reasoning for even being here. Around her she felt the wash of emotions, some were eager, some were apprehensive, some were against it yet saying nothing at this stage.

    "So once again a war crime," Ethan muttered. "What is this squadron?"

    Amber looked down at her hands, part of her imagined blood on them. "I don't know. I'm also worried about this rescue." She looked up to him. "Do we even know if they are alive?" She asked in a hushed voice noticing people also talking quietly and some leaving.

    "If the Empire is smart they aren't," Ethan said darkly. "Or at the very least they are now longer in a position to fight." For a moment his thoughts returned to the young Jedi padawan he had talked into surrendering during the crackdown on the order. He had never found out what happened to her but whatever it was killing her then and there would have been more merciful. "Whole thing could be a trap. Maybe they expect a rescue and if there is indeed a spy then they defenetly do."

    Amber shrugged as her eyes returned to her hands. "Time will tell I guess. Keep your eyes open?" She asked of him. "I'll watch your six." She was tired, and it was suddenly hitting her. "Going to find some chocolate." She looked back and forced a small smile. "I need to wake up."

    "Will try my best, might even see if I get some footage of the whole ordeal just in case," Ethan said, almost more to himself before turning back to Amber. "Maybe they have some in the kitchen, if they let us back in at least."

    She shrugged knowing there was some in her quarters. She started to get up. "I'll see you on deck, we have less than 20 now." She wanted to be alone for a bit, something was eating at her but she didn't know what it was.

    "See ya on the deck then." Ethan said, recognizing Amber's desire to be alone.



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  9. Mistress_Renata

    Mistress_Renata Manager Emeritus star 5 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    Joint post with @The Real Kyp Durron! Just planting a seed, for future...shenanigans? [face_mischief]

    IC: Max Pallas, Mackenzie Hollymander
    Black Sheep Ready Room, Enterprise


    The hot shower had helped, but after the drekkess that their simple 'training mission' had turned into, Max was ready for a nap. So it was a nasty surprise to be called back to the ready room for a briefing. It seemed a little incredible to her, that they would be sent right back out on a mission when half the squadron had only just come back in, but the tibanna factory was a valid target. If a bit wasteful. It would be much better if they could destroy the defenses and grab as much of the valuable tibanna gas as they could. Flagg's secondary briefing, though, shocked her.

    As he concluded, and the pilots began to leave, grinning and casting significant looks at each other, she could only sit there, frowning. I thought he said the SonTay mission was voluntary? She didn't dislike Joy, but it seemed a bit of a waste to risk the entire squadron to extract one pilot. As for Lou...Max snorted. No way was she ever volunteering to rescue that traitorous slink!

    She began to move towards the door, and spotted Hollymander, the interloper, headed in the same direction. He'd been seated near the front and had to wait for the crowds to clear out before he could leave. She'd overheard one of the Star Raiders pilots in the corridor, the Chiss called 'Iceman,' talking about the TIE Defenders, how they had known exactly when and where to hit. It had to be that Skull squadron, had to be! And there was definitely a traitor on the ship. In this, at least, Lou was in the clear. But someone else was funneling info. Hollymander? He'd arrived right after Lou's deceit. Coincidence? She'd been avoiding him, which, in retrospect, was probably a mistake. If he was the leak, she should be keeping him in her sights. If he was innocent, he could be an ally in ferreting out the true source.

    "Hey," she said, as he got closer, "got a sec?"

    The briefing was over and he had to find Baniss fast. 20 minutes was hardly enough time to convince the man to join them. He'd reached the door when he heard a voice that seemed to be addressing him. He turned to see Max. He knew the woman as he recalled the physical brawl she'd gotten into with Vixen. "Only a few of them. What do you need?"

    Max hesitated at his question. So many things to ask, so little time. "Did you have any luck with the prisoner?"

    He gave his head a shake. "None. Wallings took over before they could extrapolate anything of value." He lowered his voice and leaned closer to her ear. "We were ordered to leave and honestly it only made me suspicious. Why would she not want us to know what she found out?" Drawing back he gave her a slight smile. "Best keep moving as I need to find Baniss. We can talk after this if you like?" He didn't really wish to talk with Max as he was aware of the animosity between her and Vixen. Over the years he'd learn to be accommodating and that was what he was doing now.

    "Wallings again. My father warned me about her." She looked him straight in the eyes, searching. "Someone knew exactly when and where the Raiders would strike. It's happened too many other times for it to be a coincidence. Our briefings occur too soon before the mission for one of us to be able to relay this information, so the leak is at a higher level, Flagg or above. We need to find this leak and plug it. We've lost enough people already."

    "Agreed." He gave a single nod. "I have to keep moving. I might speak to Baniss." He thought out loud. "He's is very good at finding information." MacKenzie glanced at the door. "We can talk later. Watch yourself out there." He didn't know her well but he hardly wanted to see her as a casualty.

    They nodded to each other as they walked out the door, and split, with Hollymander off to find Baniss and Max headed to the hangar. Twenty minutes was a ridiculously short amount of time to prepare for a mission.

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  10. AgentViper007

    AgentViper007 Force Ghost star 7

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    OOC: A combo with @Mistress_Renata , thank you so much, was a fun one :D

    IC:Artemis "Art" Deco, Teranis "Prof" Kellit
    Location: Barracks Two, SonTay POW Camp


    And so it was interview time…

    Thankfully it wasn’t Feral or Traer or his Aqualish friend interviewing Artie or vice versa. And he was also thankful he wasn’t interviewing the Squibs who would just bicker and argue and he would feel like a total traitor if he interviewed Joy or Lou just as he thought they were getting along.

    He had however got Kellit who like him seemed to stay quiet and out of the way although he had perked up when the group argument started. Now Artie had to try and interview him and quickly?. Not in Artie’s case, this would take a while in his book.

    Okay Artie, don’t muck this up….

    He unfolded his arms and made his way slightly nervously towards the older man. He had felt sorry for him after his war injuries but now Artie had to treat him as if he didn't know him so well. Which was difficult when you had been stuck in these barracks for a little while.

    “Er sorry we have to do this Kellit” he said “I’ve never really dealt with an interview before, well the only one I did was when I wanted to join the Rebels and be a pilot. But I suppose we have to find out what everyone was doing before they found the tunnel. So I guess the first question was what were you doing before we went out to the sports field?”

    Kellit sighed, and tried to think. “You mean when we finished George and had the party?” he asked. “I’d been in the bunk, resting. I’m still getting used to these, and it’s hard to stand on them for any length of time. I dunno if anyone saw me, but there were folks in and out. What about you?” Lame, yes. The only interrogations he’d ever carried out were when his young son had done something naughty and was denying it all. This young man, Deco, wasn’t that much older than Per was now. Kellit looked deep into the man’s eyes. Would deceit be as easy to read from him as it was to see in a seven-year-old?

    Well Artie supposed that was a good enough start….

    "Me?" he tried to think back to before the party "Well I talked to Joy and her father, worked on the tunnel for a bit, got rather dirty as usual and felt exhausted, fell asleep at the end of my shift" he shrugged as if that was normal "then woke up, tried to stay out of everyone's way at the party" and he didn't want to admit that was because he was probably going to embarrass himself.

    "Then I talked to Lou before they found the tunnel. Just chatting about normal stuff" he sighed "I was surprised and saddened as everyone there was about them finding the tunnel. But why do you think someone would betray us? For the chance to gain favours? I don't get it…"

    Kellit pursed his lips. "It's not a case of someone betraying us, necessarily..." he said slowly. What had Spooky's dad said? "There are two possibilities. Someone I knew said that it was a common tactic to plant a loyal agent among the prisoners, someone pretending to be a prisoner, to gain trust and funnel info back. It could be someone loyal to the Empire all along. In which case, is anyone of us being regularly brought in for questioning or isolation? That's the perfect place for them to debrief."

    Artie had to think about that, he couldn't think of anyone regularly being carried out to be interrogated or sent to solitary. Feral was always disappearing out as were the Squibs. Kellit himself had popped out last time but Artie had put him on the 'cleared' list along with Joy and Lou.

    "That's not anyone I can think of" he responded "Unless maybe you know any different. I haven't been here as long as some of the others although to be honest one day tends to blend into the next" he shrugged.

    "Well Feral is always off somewhere, Traer to be honest I have never trusted and that's mainly because he is grumpy and rude and loves to use his Aqualish friend as a bully. Plus he disappeared last time. Joy's parents have just arrived here so I don't know what they did in their own barracks. Lou and Joy? Yes they were tortured when they got here but they haven't left the barracks since then. The Squibs? I thought they were always out gathering stuff. Could they be spies? Maybe. Might have grabbed stuff and given it to the Imperials for favours to stay out of trouble".

    He sighed "This is all wrong anyway. Accusing each other? The Imperials got what they wanted, the barracks is divided. United we stood a better chance of maybe getting the tunnels done. Now? It's all fallen to pieces. Every man for himself and damn the rest of them. I may be young and naive, yes I'll admit it but I really saw this barracks as a team you know?".

    Kellit nodded. "Yes," he said. "We are stronger together. I learned that back on my old unit. There is another possibility, but..." he looked distressed. "I don't know enough about tech to investigate it." He glanced down at his feet. "I think there is also a possibility that they could implant a chip or a listening device, something so subtle we couldn't detect it. Anyone taken in for questioning, anyone having a medical issue... I've looked at my prosthetics, they were issued to me by the Imps. I haven't seen anything that could be transmitting to them, though. A belt buckle, a button... The old clones were controlled by chips implanted in their brains, they say, so it could be anyone taken in for medical reasons could have been...'altered', and not even know it. But I don't know enough tech to know how to check for that."

    Artie's eyes widened in shock. They could do that? Perhaps someone could be innocently transmitting information to them...and nobody would suspect a thing. But they would have to be very intelligent to do it…..

    "Well I'm only familiar with speeders, ships and Y wing tech but it could be possible. I mean you would have to have someone who knows a lot about tech to implant them. Maybe something that could be invisible to the naked eye but something that could pop up on a scan."

    Artie tapped his chin "But we would need the right equipment to do it but I don't think we have that here. Unless the Squibs have something or can steal it. But it would be a long shot and it would mean everyone would have to get scanned. And somebody could be a traitor without realising it"

    Artie shook his head sadly "And that someone could be labeled a traitor when they are truly not. And that person could be distrusted in future too. I hate the fact the Empire could do that too, it's just as bad as planting a traitor or someone becoming a traitor by choice" he studied Kellit "If they did implant something in your prosthetics then I believe you are innocent. And I would back you up."

    "Exactly," said Kellit. "Either we have a spy trying to sell us out, or one of us is innocently betraying us all." He pondered. "Who has the tech skills to do a scan like this? We've only scanned the barracks & the living areas. And who's been in sick bay since capture beside me? The new pilot, Gray, I know. Can you think of anyone else?"

    Again Artie tapped his chin “The only other one I could think of is the other pilot Joy Sunwalker. But that’s about it really. Although to be honest I think probably every one of us has had a trip to the medbay after being tortured or interrogated, I mean they don’t want us to die just yet when you can have fun having a go several times to get every piece of information out. But Lou and Joy were the latest ones I can think of, I'm not quite sure Joy went there but Lou might have done. They didn't do a very good job there as I had to patch her up”

    Artie then tipped his head to the side in thought “Regarding the tech skills I would say probably most of us have those skills apart from maybe you or me, I mean they have more experience in these sort of things. The Squibs could find the stuff we need, we just have to use it. But if we don’t trust anyone here getting the equipment would be difficult. Sneaking out of the barracks is a definite no-no at the moment and is surely a one way ticket to the interrogation chamber and also would arouse the others suspicions as to what we were doing. It also depends on everyone’s cooperation. If they knew they were being scanned, would they want to? If they knew they were the traitor of course they might not. But if they are innocent….well let’s just say I think a lot of talking is going to have to be involved to get everybody back on side again."

    "I'm not sure everyone does have the tech skills for this type of scanning, though. It's pretty specialized counter-intel stuff, nothing I've been trained in. But the Imps certainly have an in to our plans, but just how deep and how much do they know? And is it a traitor, or an unwitting dupe? I'm afraid you're right about trust; the seeds of dissension are there. It's exactly what Von Luger is counting on. So... what do we recommend to Krane?"

    "Well if they know about one of the tunnels it won't take them long to find the others, especially if the person we are searching for is a traitor. An unwitting dupe it may take longer but who knows, I'm just thinking out loud. I only fly Y wings i'm not into all of this intelligence stuff".

    "But as to the rest?" He shook his head "It makes me quite sad to think that anyone would betray their fellow Rebels. But the Imperials would love to show the galaxy they can divide us and infighting here just shows it. I don't know how we can unite everybody, or even if they will listen. We are the quiet ones. Perhaps it takes someone with courage to do it" he studied the older man "As to what to recommend? Well i'd say tell the truth. They deserve to know what's going on and maybe it's up to the higher ups to decide what to do next. Either stop digging altogether or just leave our barracks out until the traitor or dupe is found".

    He shrugged "Unless you have any good ideas".

    Kellit snorted. "I worked in a Museum, all of this is far above my pay grade." He was silent for a moment. "We'll lay it out to Krane, our thoughts and our suggestion of someone more techy to do an internal scan. And I agree, we'll point out that there needs to be more unity, that by suspecting each other we play into the Imp hands. If he wants to dig for the spy, he needs to do it a lot more quietly. But really, there's nothing else we can do." He cocked his head, with a half smile. "For the record, I'm not the spy, as far as I know. If you're the spy, admit it now and make our lives easier." A joke, a lame attempt to lighten the mood.

    Artie smiled, he and Kellt seemed to be on the same wavelength.

    "I agree with your suggestions. I don't know how we can get our thoughts to Krane without arousing the others' suspicions. I suppose we could try and sneak a message to him. Discreetly of course but again it could be difficult. You've gone out sometimes, perhaps we can both find a way. Hopefully after these interviews we can focus on what is more important"

    "And I'm definitely not the spy. Well unless they've implanted something in me. But I would never betray my friends not if they offered me all the credits in the galaxy. Besides, maybe I'm too trusting of people. I'm more about making friends than enemies. Even though some people that may be my friends actually want to see me dead"

    His serious face turned back into a smile "I'm pretty sure you didn't end up here because you worked in a museum."

    "Indirectly? Yeah, I sort of did." Kellit smiled ruefully. "Imperial system governor sent some of his flunkies to raid my museum so he could have some artwork to hang on his walls. Fired the Museum Director when she protested, and installed one of the flunkies. Ticked us all off. So I started helping the local Rebel group with this and that, one thing led to another..." He nodded. "We can tell Krane flat out, we'll just tell him that we've come to report our findings, and want to do it privately."

    Artie listened intently to Kellit's story. Everyone here had a different story to tell regarding how that hated the Empire so much. Sadly Kellit had paid for it by losing both legs. Artie felt sorry for him.

    Artie pointed at himself "I come from Commenor. Under the iron fist of the Empire and all that" he smiled "I'm glad we got to chat Kellit and I hope we do so again. I'd love to hear more about what you had in your museum and maybe more about you yourself, i'm a good listener!".

    He turned serious "Let's see if we can find Krane and tell him before the other's find out, because otherwise no doubt we'll be accused of being traitors when all we want is for the barracks to be united again".

    Kellit nodded, and the two headed out to find their officer.

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  11. Adalia-Durron

    Adalia-Durron WNU/Costume/Props/EUC Mod. star 10 Staff Member Manager

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    IC Amber Tehanis, Jeen Talgana
    Briefing and Beyond


    She was getting up and about to head to the hangar when something caught her attention causing her to stop for a moment. She watched as he leaned close to Max and said something to her, they talked for a few seconds more then he was gone. Then she left. Amber felt a sick feeling in her stomach as she forced herself to put one foot in front of the other, keep her head down. 'Why did he get that close to Max? What where they saying?' How could he be interested in her?' Her mind was running rampant. 'Doesn't she know? How could she know? She hates me! Wait, he's not mine, he never was. You never had him Amber.' Her thoughts had come full circle and a heavy feeling in her chest reminded her that she had lost and had no control over that. Looking up she'd mused so deeply she'd reached the hangar without realising it.

    Jeen was straddled over the back of the ship, behind Squirt as he tested system after system with the droids help. "I think we got them all Squirt." He grunted as he straightened up and placed his hand at the middle of his aching back. The purple domed droid spun to face him with his photoreceptors and gave a positive sounding beep. "I hope we're right buddy."

    Amber walked up and stood beside the ship. "Did you fix it?" she asked in a empty tone.

    Jeen looked down at her. "Yeah." he frowned, "now who needs to talk?"

    "I'm fine Jeen. Alone and fine." She looked up at him and gave him a sad smile.

    He watched her features and could see she was lying. "As fine as I am?" He swung his leg over and slid off the ship, falling to a crouch before standing to face her. "Seems there's a broken hearts club and we're the only two members."

    Amber sighed. "I guess so.....wait, how'd you......" She stopped.

    Jeen put his hand on her shoulder. "I've seen the way you look at him, I'm not stupid. Kinda the way I look at Ianna, well used too. It hurts, but nothing we can do about it." He glanced at D11, her ship. "Concentrate on your job, do it right. We survive this kriffin' war and hope that we find someone at the end who makes us feel the same way again."

    His voice betrayed his heart, but his words rang true to her. She gave a nod. "Do our best and hope for a happy ending. Got it."

    Jeen smiled. "Come here." He pulled her into a hug. "You need a big brother hug, I need a little sister hug, we can do that."

    She didn't resist, he was right, she needed a hug as she put her arms around his neck. Putting her head on his shoulder she felt the warmth of tears forming in her eyes. She wanted to cry, but her reasoning was pathetic so she fought it back. "Thank you Jeen."

    He pushed her back. "No problem, ok, now get out there and give the Empire hell."



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  12. Mira Grau

    Mira Grau Force Ghost star 5

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    IC: Ethan Malek, Amber Tehanis(combo with @Adalia-Durron)

    "Are you ready for this?" Ethan asked Amber as he reached their two X-Wings. In the ORSF scouts where usually kept out of the battle instead of going right back into it, while tired.

    Amber watched Jeen walk away to his tools when she heard Ethan's voice. She turned. "No, yes, maybe.......Stang I don't even know." she shrugged. "I'm tired, my ship is a lemon, some other woman is...." she stopped, that was too much.

    Worried Ethan stepped a bit closer, "if you can´t do this we could talk to the officers, maybe they can keep you out of battle." He made a pause. "What other woman?"

    "Forget it....no, I'm fine....I'll be fine." She folded her arms, "Just a bit frustrated and wound up and trying to control it." She leaned closer. "Remember what happened last time I lost control." she hissed, "can't let that happen again!"

    Ethan briefly placed his hand on her shoulder. "Hey, its okay. You can do this, I will have your back."

    That was the second time someone has put their hand on her shoulder, it warmed her heart a little to have two people who cared. "I know you do, and I have yours, it's what we do out there. I tried to work....with ....her....but it just didn't feel the same. I feel like she's bossing me around and she's just not that much older than me and.....well that's all." She was rambling again.

    "Max once again?" Ethan guessed. It didn´t surprised him. "At some point we really need to sit down with her and establish a few rules of behavior."

    "Doubt she'd listen, she thinks she knows so much more and is so much better than......well most of us!" Amber drew a deep breath and held it for a few seconds, before letting it out slowly. "I have to control myself." She muttered closing her eyes. "I have been working on it."

    "Well without her hacking skills I wouldn´t be here, none of us would be," Ethan said, unsure if he should really defend Max. "You are getting better with it," he reminded Amber, "and it will be even easier in time."

    She nodded. "I have to think about it really hard, and it's stronger as I get older. I don't even know what this is. I've heard rumor's and whispers of Jedi or worse, but I'm not that, I know that." She shook her head before glancing at her chrono. "We'd best get suited up, it's only ten minutes till what was it? 'Skids up?' Learning new terms every briefing." She gave her head a shake. "We'd best be ready."

    "There are several people like you who neither belong to the Jedi nor the "other side", maybe you can find some of them when this war is over." Ethan said, feeling that now wasn´t the time to go in detail on any of this. Then to lighten the mood he added. "I´m an Eriaduan, I was ready before you where even born."

    Amber rolled her green eyes. "Bragger. I'll see you out there, ok? Be careful." She put her hand on his arm. "I like my wingman." she smiled.

    "As always," Ethan responded, glad to finally see a smile on her face again.

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  13. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 10 Staff Member Manager

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    IC Feral and Traer
    Interrogation...um interview

    Feral nodded to the Major, what he had suggested was a less invasive way to discover the truth so it made sense to do so. And he was sure that Traer had been waiting, in eager anticipation, to be able to question him.

    Turning to the man a smile quirked his mouth, ”Well, Corporal, it seems you get your wish after all.” He gestured to a corner of the Barracks away from the others, and then headed in that direction. When Traer joined him he turned and looked the Seppie up and down before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose.

    ”Let loose, Traer, I know you have been waiting for this moment.”

    Traer grinned slightly. "Of course, I expect you to ask the appropriate questions of myself also. In theory, either of us could be the traitor. It would be neat and tidy if the Separatist was the bad guy again, I suppose."

    He said that thoughtfully, and shrugged. "So where were you during the fire? Presumably the treachery was communicated during that 'distraction'."

    Feral chuckled, ”Of course I will be as thorough.”

    He leaned against the wall, in all appearances calm and composed once more. ”So simple a question, Traer, really?” A quick glance at the Major and then back at the Seppie, ”I was at a command meeting and when the fire broke out Major Hammond sent myself and Kellit back to the Barracks, the entire time neither of us left the side of the other, until we reached the Barracks and I emerged first. But I would agree, that would be an excellent opportunity to have had such communication.”

    "Simple questions allow the suspect to establish their story," Traer said, quipping.

    "And then the inconsistencies are those which one pounces upon, no?" He stepped back and a forth. "So you're accusing Kellit?"

    Feral snorted, ”I accuse Kellit of nothing. He would not have had the time to slip away, report in, then return, and emerge just after the stormtroopers left. So I doubt it is him, but that is only my impression and obviously my impression was wrong about one of you.”

    "So you accuse Hammond?" Traer said, looking bemused. "Accusation heavy today, aren't we?"

    "You see," Traer said, softly. "That's your problem. Everyone is a good guy in your eyes. Conversely, I am very well aware how there are bad guys, and they are often in your own faction. Among my leaders was Nute Gunray, after all, an utter slimeball. But then again it also included Count Dooku and General Grievous."

    Traer shrugged.

    Feral laughed, genuinely and deeply. ”You are certainly making my interrogation of you easier. Why do I need to ask to find out who you believe did it, or throw me off your track, you’re telling me it all now.”

    He stepped closer to Traer, in a lower tone, ”I’ll tell you a secret, boy. I trust no one. But I let people choose whether they deserve trust or not.”

    Stepping back, in a normal tone, ”So what else do you have to ask, that pertains to the investigation, or determining my guilt or innocence, to ask.”

    "I know you trust no-one, but all you've done so far is imply Kellit is also a traitor, and you both have a water-tight alibi." Traer sniffed. "It's interesting, is all."

    "So who do you think betrayed us?"


    Feral closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, thinking. ”Most have had the time, at some point. The question is who had the specific time to be able to do so, during the fire. At that point, I was busy with trying to keep the Barracks under control but besides yourself and the Squibs, I cannot recall which of the others were absent.”

    "I was with my Aqualish," Traer said swiftly. "But nice try turning it on to me."

    "But the Squibs are a thing,"
    the Separatist said slowly. "They are difficult to keep track of..." Traer sounded thoughtful.

    Feral chuckled at the inherently distrustful nature of Traer. Which, he mused, was helpful in this situation, to a degree. ”Your Aqualish isn’t a character reference, by any stretch of the imagination, he’d agree with you that the night was day and day was night if you said so. But you see my point.”

    He thought about the Squibs. He’d often wondered how they made their deals to obtain items and it could be that they’d been selling information, or one of them had, to do so. ”Right now, the Squibs have the most possibility to me to be the traitor but, then again, that also would be useful to anyone else for that to be believed if it furthered their plans.”

    He groaned. ”This isn’t really getting us anywhere, it is just circular logic.”

    "Of course it is, because you and I have alibis, unless we have more than one traitor, which is fairly unlikely - even for me and my healthy paranoia." Traer shrugged. "Shall we call it a day, and find something to drink until Hammond collects us, or shall we simply go and track down the Squibs?"

    Feral chuckled, shook his hand at the residual pain, ”A drink that doesn’t pickle us for embalming, does sound good right now. For once I’ll take you up on that.” He knew if they went after the Squibs already it would tip their hand and, most likely, cause the Imps to drop on them like a hurricane.

    “Let’s go see what we scrounge,” Traer said with a grin, giving Feral a comradely shoulder slap. “Something tells me this is the calm before the storm, so we may as well enjoy it.”

    Feral laughed, a deep, genuine one. ”After the Squibs, you’re our best scrounger, so lead the way. Because yes, I do feel you’re right.”

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  14. Corellian_Outrider

    Corellian_Outrider Former FanForce Admin star 6 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

    Registered:
    Mar 9, 2002
    ~IC~ Captain Cassell ‘Skipper’ Wystari, Flight Officer Harley ‘Wild Card’ Quin, Zephyr ‘Alchemist’ Trillo
    Location: Black Sheep Ready Room / Hangar - Intrepid


    Cassell took a moment to ponder.

    Was it a coincident that a freak accident had pulled the Raiders off their mission? That their mission was then relegated to the Black Sheep? And their objectives brought them close to their own secret mission.

    “Bad luck, paranoia or do we have a spy on board?”
    Lieutenant Felix had said during their downtime.

    “Bah!” Cassell muttered to dispel the thoughts. He became aware that someone was calling him specifically. Harley.

    “Hey, deep thinker! We’re leaving!”

    Cassell nodded and stood. He paused as he saw Max and Holly exchanging brief words by the door way. There was something significant there...? Perhaps not...?

    “Come on!” Harley said. “We’ve only twenty minutes!”

    After a quick com call to Matey, to let the droid know that they were leaving, the Zeltron and Corellian travelled together to the hangar. Harley was very talkative while Cassell was more... pensive. He worried for Kayn, the Devaronian was recovering but there were some quirks. Maybe he should request Kayn to be part of the Valkyria’s crew.

    No. Kayn needed to fly. The sooner he does, the sooner he be feeling like his old self again. For some reason that train of thought went to Nib Nombuun, the Sullustan they had lost around the end of the Naboo mission. Cassell didn’t know him well though he appreciated how attentive the Sullustan was regarding the Valkyria. He could use another hand like that. Holly was learning and settling in well and to be frank, has more of a sense of humour than Nombuun. Handy to have around if they ever go pirate. He looked to Harley...

    “-just makes me want them all to be lined up...” She positioned her hands as though holding a club or bat and took a took a leap forward. “...and go whack!” She swung her arms swiftly. The momentum made her spin on the spot. Her left leg swung back as a counter balance, the follow through of her leaning forward to wave goodbye to some imaginary target. “Bam! Pow!”

    With a hop, she smoothly transitioned back in stride with Cassell. “They wouldn’t see it coming.”

    “That would certainly knock some sense into them.” Cassell remarked.

    “I know! Right?” Her expression was full of glee as she laughed. She huffed and blew some loose strands of hair from her face. “That’s assuming their noggins are capable of holding the capacity for any sense to be knocked into.”

    Cassell wasn’t quite sure whom she spoke of but assumed it was to do with those who held their squadron mates captives.

    “Take care out there, Harley,” he said as they stepped out onto the hangar decking.

    “You too Mister S! Go get ‘em!” She said jovially and then pranced in the direction of her craft. She pumped her fist up in the air and squealed. “Whooo! It’s payback time!”

    Cassell inwardly chuckled at the display. He made a few steps before he sensed another presence scamper beside him. He glanced to see that it was Zephyr. The Nosaurian gave him a perplexed look as they walked to the Valkyria. “Someone is excited.”

    Cassell shrugged. “I can’t fault her enthusiasm.”

    “Harley is a complicated case. I’m talking about you. You’re gloomier than a sloshed Ithorian.” Zephyr jabbed a clawed finger at him. “Believe me, I’ve seen my fair share of them.”

    “I was just thinking about what someone said earlier about luck.”

    “Luck, bah!” Zephyr shook her head. “Life is like Sabacc-“

    “I know this saying.” Cassell interrupted. “You have to know how to play the hand you’re dealt with.”

    “Wrong! You have to rig the game in your favour! Everyone else does, so why play by their rules?”

    Cassell rolled his eyes. Trust her to speak about gambling. He stopped by the Valkyria’s landing strut. “I’ll have to prep the ship for company. We have a guest for this trip.”

    Zephyr gave him a curious look. “I wonder if they be hungry. This will give me a chance to try something new.”

    “I don’t know,” Cassell sighed. “We’ll find out when Holly gets here.”

    Zephyr nodded then scurried on board, muttering something about Holly and Amber. Cassell stepped back to looked up at the painted Pegasus Knight on the hull of his ship. The art was partially repainted due to the damage from the last mission however there was still work to go before she will be displayed in full glory. At least the determined expression on the lance-wielding maiden’s face was restored. He kissed two fingers and tapped the maiden’s scuffed ankle.

    “Bring us fortune.”

    He made his way inside and set about locking down compartments and cabins to discourage unsupervised guests. The ship was his home and one cannot be too careful with strangers.

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  15. Vehn

    Vehn Force Ghost star 4

    Registered:
    Sep 14, 2009
    IC: Captain Rougers (NPC)/Lieutenant Louise "Lou" Gray
    Interrogating Lieutenant Gray


    "Captain Roguers, please conduct Lieutenant Gray's interview," Hammond's words caused the large framed man to look askance at the pilot. Perfect, he thought. Just perfect. "And of course Lieutenant you can interview our very own Captain Skarn." Rougers frowned at the thought though he recovered quickly with a broad smile.

    "Right then,"
    Rougers motioned the woman over to an unoccupied corner of the room. "Let's get started," he went right to it. "Don't you find it rather convenient that you were thrown back into general population with us so soon after your own husband...."

    "Ex husband" Lou replied, the hatred burning in her eyes.

    "Ex-husband," Rouger corrected himself. "Still right after he conducted your debriefing, excuse me, your interrogation," he emphasized the word, downplaying it and showing he didn't believe it to be an interrogation at all, "and you're right back here with us. Care to explain that?"

    "I lost...." Lou fought off the urge to tear into Rouger's face, "I lost everything that ever mattered to me when I came here. To him. I lost my unborn child, I lost my boyfriend, I lost my standing with my squadron. I have nothing left except my life. The shell that it is."

    "Right," Rouger said in a way clearly showing he didn't believe her. "And so during your time with him, did you tell your ex" this time he emphasized that harshly, "husband where the tunnels were?"

    "If I really wanted to betray you all I'd be so much more direct. I'd have you all lined up and shot once the escape tunnel had been discovered. I may have served in the Empire but I didn't serve the Empire. I didn't tell him about the tunnels because at the time I didn't know much about them. I was kept in the dark for a very long time. Too long."

    "Uh huh, sure." He crossed his arms in front of him in an obvious sign of disbelief. "So then if not then, when did you tell them about the tunnels, and how?"

    "The tunnel never came up in my interrogation. He must not have known about them either. He wanted me. He wanted to break me. To crush my soul with the heel of his boot. It was personal. He doesn't care about SonTay. I don't give a frakking care in the world about this place either. He knew he had me dead to rights in that interrogation room and it was all he could do to not rip me apart piece by piece. What little is left of me is consumed by hatred for him."

    "And why should any of us believe you? There were no problems until you showed up, and frankly I don't get a sense of authenticity from you 'Lou', so what if anything is real about you?"


    "You want real. Fine," Lou hissed, "I'll give you real. A day before my squadron, Gold Squadron, was supposed to launch an attack on the first Death Star over Yavin I came down with a nasty stomach bug. Guess who got me sick? My fellow pilots. People I trusted. I was held out of the attack, poisoned, because of my Imperial background. Alliance High Command sent my rear home. They wanted me nowhere near the front lines. They wanted to get rid of me. So off I go, feeling sick as all get out, and nearly a day later I get back to Roon only to find a man digging a grave for my dead brother. A man, an Imperial officer, named Airen Vehn, burying my only brother, Myn Kolvaard, underneath the family tree because it was the right thing to do.


    "Guess what? Before long Airen couldn't dig any longer. He had just come off narrowly escaping the Death Star. He told me that my brother was attacked, and fatally wounded, after an X wing squadron strafed the gun towers. So I had to finish. I had to dig his frakking grave with a rusty old shovel that hit rock after rock. The damn blade was dull as a butter knife. I got so frustrated I ended up digging his grave with my bare hands. My fingers were bleeding, my heart was broken, and still I made sure that Myn's grave was perfect.

    "My brother, Rouger, was a veteran of Jedha. He fought hard so that his little sister wouldn't have to fight in this war. Sadly he fought for all the wrong reasons. Like we all do. His war was external and mine was right in the home. He didn't realize how bad my marriage was to an ambitious Imperial pilot. Nobody did. I never told. Never told him how night after night I wondered if I would live to see the next day because of the way my ex husband treated me. How I was recently qualified in Interceptors before my own husband kicked me out of the flight academy and how my quest for revenge led me to the Rebel Alliance, and Yavin, Hoth, Naboo, and now SonTay. So you want real? I'll give you real. Take a look outside. See that Defender up there?"

    Lou paused.


    "That's my ex husband, Dietryk Gray. The man who took everything from me. As soon as we're free of this place. I'm gonna hunt him down and kill him. If I really was an Imperial spy you think I'd feel the way I feel after everything I've gone through? You think I'd want anything to do with this frakking war? Or any of you? All I want is to get justice. You'd best not stand in my way."

    "I have no love for the Alliance or the Empire," Lou said as a single tear slipped down her face, "because one killed me and the other killed the only family I had left."

    The Skarnian captain raised an eye brow and kept his arms crossed in front of his chest at Lou's outburst. It was just the sort of an outburst a spy would have, if that didn't convince the others, nothing would. It was then however her turn to interrogate him, and so arms still crossed he submitted himself to her examination.

    "How did you get here, Rouger? What led you to SonTay?"

    Rougers lifted an eyebrow at that. What did it matter how he got here, he was here now. With a deep inward breath he racked his brain in an effort to remember before answering. "I was betrayed, by someone I thought I could trust, so you see , this is all pretty familiar to me." He exhaled slowly, seeing it wasn't enough and so he continued on. "I was a part of a resistance cell out on Skarn, it's an unimportant world, you've probably never heard of it." He looked at her for any sign of recognition in her eyes but saw none. "I was a member of the Marvelous Valley Avengers," she still showed no signs of recognition so he explained. "Skarn's mightiest heroes sort of thing, you see the resistance there is fractured, not affiliated with the Rebel Alliance, so every cell came up with it's own name." He shrugged, it did sound stupid but it was what it was.

    "I was a new member, but I gained the confidence of our leader, Stank, early on and were really took it to the Empire before getting on their radar in a bad way. We had a sniper who couldn't miss, a master assassin who could disguise herself as anything, a gunner who...well he missed everything he shot at but he could lay down suppressing fire like no other..."
    He cast his gaze at the floor as his eyes misted in reverie. "Stank was the one that told me there was a spy in our cell, he had an idea, but he wasn't sure." He sighed heavily now. "I didn't believe him, told him there was no way any of us would betray him. He took my word for it and then he died on our next mission." Rougers paused and looked Lou in the eye.

    "The group looked to me as their next leader, and I accepted, but from the moment I did everything went from bad to worse. We were hounded at every step, hunted down and one by one my unit was killed. Buckwheat, Sam, Antony..." his eyes again misted over. "The final straw came when we tried to hit the Imperial spaceport, it was an ambush and everyone except me and our gunner, Pathfinder, were killed. I was captured, and he somehow got away." Rougers shrugged now. "I told the Imperials I had the rank of captain, so they ended up sending me here. Never told them I gave it to myself." He smiled acknowledging his act of subterfuge against the Empire.

    "They asked me about all my dead friends, but never Pathfinder."
    There was anger in his voice now, "he gave us up, I know it now. Gave us up so he would live and we would die. So you see, I am personally invested in rooting out whatever spy we have here now." Despite his emotions, it didn't look as though Lou was much swayed by his history.

    "Why does it seem like the stormtroopers always come to our barracks first? To really harass us or just to check in on their informant? Make sure he's ok?"

    Rougers smiled at that. "You tell me, these are your barracks. I am bunked over in barracks two, and we have never had an incident there. Probably the only barracks in the whole camp with a perfect record in fact, even Ganho has been caught with contraband from time to time, but not us." He winked, "We're the best."

    His confidence seemed even more off putting to her. "I noticed the commandant taking an interest in you when we're out in the yard. Why is that?" Rougers seemed genuinely taken aback at the question. "In me? Luger? Really?" He shook his head in bewilderment. "I never noticed anything, and would be surprised if he did. the man is an idiot, kind hearted for an Imperial but an idiot. We're working this escape right under his nose and he doesn't suspect a thing." He started to say something else but stopped short as Lou's own emotions came to the fore.

    "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't sound the alarm and have you dragged out back and shot?"
    Rouger's anger rose to meet hers though he quickly calmed himself. "Just the sort of thing an Imperial would say to a prisoner don't you think?" He smiled. "I mean, we can't have anyone shot, we don't have any blasters. But the Imps, they sure do so that's quite the threat coming from someone who is supposed to be on our side."

    Lou furrowed her brow, “You don’t really know that I am not working for the Empire. I may have more power than you know.”

    “One last question,” Lou paused, “you seemed like you wanted to say something to me. Give me, dare I say it, hope. You know something about when we are busting out of here?”

    "I don't know exactly when," he finally answered after thinking about it for a moment.. "It depends on when the tunnels are finished." Rougers eyed Lou carefully. "First moonless night after that." He leaned in closer to her now. "When it comes though, it won't just be a prison break." His voice lowered, almost to a whisper. "Hammond intends to murder as many of the Imperials in their sleep as he can."


    Rougers sat further back, as the enormity of what she had said to him moments before dawned on him.. What she said was true. She may have far more power than even he had within the camp, and suddenly that gave him pause. What if she really was a spy? Because what he had divulged to her was true as well. The timing of the escape, his barracks being the only "safe" place in the camp, the one where the stormtroopers never found any of the hidden contraband they had stored under loose floorboards. That's why most the material pertinent to the escape was stored there. If she was working for the commandant, then the entire plan was shot. Just as he would be if he were found out.


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  16. Vehn

    Vehn Force Ghost star 4

    Registered:
    Sep 14, 2009
    IC: Airen Vehn
    Hangar Bay
    Intrepid

    Airen was ready. Ready as he'd ever been in the time since he last saw Lou. He stood at the ramp leading up to the Valkyria's hold. Others who were more comfortable with the ship had already gone up and situated themselves. For some reason, he held back. It wasn't out of professional courtesy to Captain Cassell. It was, well, something else.

    Fear. What will I find when I get to SonTay? What is waiting for me? Will she even recognize me? Will I recognize her?

    Airen determinedly put one foot in front of the other as he walked up the ramp and into the hold. The ship was typical Corellian. Used and well loved. It would get them safely there and back. He could guarantee that. He watched as Cassell and a few of the others talked between themselves. Nothing important. Nothing he needed to know.

    He stowed his gear, what little he needed, in a safe compartment out of the way and cleared his throat.

    "Captain Cassell," Airen said, "I've been assigned as a gunner for this mission. I don't know where you'd like me but letting you know I'm here and ready to serve."

    Ready to serve? Damn your Imperial training. So formal. Relax, Vehn, relax.

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  17. TheAdmiral

    TheAdmiral Force Ghost star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 28, 2004
    OOC: This is a combo between me and @Bardan_Jusik ! Thank you for that!

    IC: Jocelyn "Joy" Sunwalker, Sergeant Vic
    Location: SonTay POW Camp


    Jocelyn was hoping that Feral was going to interrogate her. She kind of liked the man, but had to push those thoughts away, after all this was not the time nor the place for such things. She nodded to Vic, was it? She had not interacted with him, maybe that was the whole point as Feral might be compromised. "Let's get this show on the road then." she managed a small smile.

    Vic returned her smile with a humorless one of his own that conveyed no emotion. He wasn't happy about these interviews. Interrogations are what they really were. They all had their secrets he was sure, he knew he did, and he would rather not air them out in front of everyone. His after all might get him killed. "Yeah, let's get this over with," he finally replied gruffly. Moving off into a corner of the barracks he started.

    "So, tell me more about these Black Sheep you were a part of." He wanted to keep things firmly focused on what went on before anyone was brought in. They had all had opportunities to conspire with the guards here in camp, so it was the inconsistencies in their stories from before their captures that might reveal an Imperial spy in their midst.

    Jocelyn followed the man. Hopefully she would be able to convince him of her innocence. She gave a sidelong glance at her parents who were going to be interviewed by Riki and Tiki. That was an amusing thought, but now was not the time for that. "We are a mixed squadron, consisting of different classes of crafts. We were all survivors of different squadrons." she gave a brief description of all the members.

    "Right, right right." Vic said. Some of this he already knew from rumor and innuendo around the camp, and if there was anyone hooked into rumors about camp, it was Vic. "But that doesn't tell me anything about them." He paused and licked his lips. "Look, we've got prisoners from at least a half dozen squadrons here, and probably dozens of different rebel cells and none of them seem to have been thrown together the way you folks were, so why?"

    Joy shrugged and gave a small smile "That is above my pay-grade." she gave a dry humourless chuckle. The man was right though, it seems no one had asked themselves why they were brought together. "We just assumed that they had to cobble together a squadron since we got hit pretty hard at Hoth."

    "Right, Hoth." Vic said more to himself than to Joy. It seemed a reasonable enough explanation. He tried something else. "And you were shot down attacking a Star Destroyer, is that right?" He waited for her affirmative response. "Tell me more about that."

    Jocelyn nodded "Well it was a simple search and destroy mission." she shrugged "We had previous encounters with the same Star Destroyer, just after our mission on Naboo, though then we had to run for our lives." she pursed her lips "Then we got some intel where it was located so we decided to finish the job."

    "And you and Lou got shot down." Vic nodded his head even though his tone sounded negative. "Small price for a Star Destroyer I suppose." He shrugged. "Just how did you get shot down then if you don't mind me asking?"

    "Have you faced a TIE Defender before?" she tilted her head "If not, let me tell you, I used to command a squadron of those, the irony was that my former subordinates were the ones who shot me and Lou down. Anyway an Y-wing is no match for a Defender, besides, my fuel was down due to the battle, no missiles, shields almost drained." she shrugged.

    Vic shook his head in response to the question. He was a grunt, a ground pounder, and had never so much as sat in the cockpit of a fighter, any fighter, much less flown one. He couldn't tell a TIE Defender from a gundark, so he had to take her word when she said one outclassed a Y-Wing. Still one thing she said bothered him, and though his past as an Imperial was already common knowledge to the prisoners, it was something he felt had to be asked.

    "So, you were an Imperial pilot, a squadron commander and then....boom you defect to the Alliance, are present at Hoth where we got pasted and then are shot down and captured." He shrugged though his eyes never left hers. "Sounds like a good way to extract a spy if you ask me. Getting placed in here could just be the next assignment for you." He shrugged again. "I have no more questions, just something for everyone, including myself, to think about. Now do you have anything for me?”

    Jocelyn wanted to roll her eyes. She had gone through this same poodoo before. With the rational part of her mind she understood the need of caution, but come on! "I joined the Alliance because I did not want to become a mercenary or a smuggler after my hasty escape from the base. My parents had been imprisoned by that time and my arrest was pending." she stated flatly "Where and when you were captured? Also how did you manage to survive this place?"

    "I was at Yavin IV, assigned to defend the base if we were attacked." he spat at the ground. "Which of course we eventually were." He avoided eye contact with Joy now, indeed, he wasn't really looking at anything, just staring off into space. "My whole squad got wiped out and I was knocked unconscious in an explosion. When I came to, I was in Imperial custody. Eventually they sent me here." He blinked his eyes a few times, as if wiping away the memories of his dead comrades. "As to how I survived here," he gave a wry smile. "Any way that I can."

    Jocelyn nodded "Now you see how easy I can also point a finger at you." she pursed her lips "I don't expect you to trust, nor believe me. I am used to that. I have no more questions, after all the whole point of this exercise was to interview me, my family and Lou."

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  18. Corellian_Outrider

    Corellian_Outrider Former FanForce Admin star 6 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

    Registered:
    Mar 9, 2002
    ~IC~ Captain Cassell ‘Skipper’ Wystari
    Location: Valkyria - Intrepid Hangar


    Cassell turned to face the new arrival. It took a moment to recognise who it was.

    “Wystari... Captain Wystari.” He corrected. The corner of his mouth tugged and he smirked. “Skipper also works. Welcome aboard the Valkyria! Introductions were not properly made the last we pulled you out of the brink. That pain in the neck there is Zephyr...”

    Zephyr looked up sharply from what she was doing.

    “...and the droid is Matey.”

    The photoreceptors of the treadwell droid swivelled and focused on Vehn. It’s manipulator arm waved.

    “We’re still awaiting Holly and his... friend... before we can depart. So, for now, make yourself at home and let us know if you need anything. Just keep in mind that this is my home, so be sure to tidy up after yourself.”

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  19. Sarge

    Sarge Chosen One star 10

    Registered:
    Oct 4, 1998
    IC: Kayn [face_devil], Lughdyt [face_pig]
    Feeling the Need

    In the briefing room, Kayn realized he was unconsciously stroking the stylus-thin mustache above his upper lip. He hoped nothing sticky would get sprayed into it before launch today. His first mission with the Sheep, he'd had to fly with a beard full of sugary icing; second mission it was full of crusty dried fizzyglug. So he'd shaved his face before his third mission, and got his ship and himself shot all to hell and back. After that he had grown a mustache. Not that he was superstitious about such things, it's bad luck to be superstitious.

    It was time to go get Joy and Lou, and time to fly. Kayn turned to Zara and grinned happily at his wingmate, knowing she wouldn't be put off by his fangs like most humans are. Zara still looked distant, more distracted than he liked. He almost asked what was bothering her, but no, that would probably plant seeds of self-doubt in her mind. Combat pilots need confidence, not doubt, so he said, "It's about time we earned our flight pay. Once again, it's up to the two of us to show the galaxy what space superiority is all about. Let's go light the fires." He grinned again and headed for the hatch.

    Fortunately, Vixen seemed to have some drama going on that didn't involve him, so it wasn't hard to steer clear of her. He still hadn't had a chance to get his cybernetic left eye color corrected, and he really didn't feel like talking to her about why it was the same color as her eyes.

    Lughdyt was standing by Rebel Rouser looking pleased with himself, or at least a little less grumpy than normal. Kayn's downtime had given him a chance to repair battle damage, overhaul systems, and install a few minor upgrades, with enough time left over to retouch the paint job and polish the finish. He was as satisfied with the A-wing's condition as a maintainer can be. Seeing his pilot approaching, he called out, "Well, there's th' Maker's gift t' pilotin', on his feet walkin' 'n' talkin' 'n' lookin' 'round with both eyes. Let's do th' walk-around, sir, I'll show y' what's new."

    "Looks fan-fracking-tastic, chief. Can't wait to try her out."

    "Plane cap'n, sir, not crew chief. We're on a ship, r'member? Here, try this on." The Ugnaught tossed a glossy object to the Devaronian. It was a modified flight helmet, with hinged sections and holes cut out so he could get it on and off around his horns. "There's flexible seals 'round the horn-holes, so it'll seal airtight if y' eject, which y'd better not, cuz I been bustin' m' butt fer days gettin' this ship right." The helmet was shiny black overall, with the Black Sheep Squadron logo in dark grey on the left side, a miniature copy of Rebel Rouser's fuselage art on the right, and a dark blood-red stripe with serrated edges running down the middle.

    "That's a wicked looking racing stripe, chie- captain."

    "It's yer mean streak, sir. Now look at th' lining, see these contact points? They'll make direct contact with yer neural implants, like a hard-wire connection, less static 'n' interference than what y' had with yer wireless hookup."

    Kayn donned the helmet, it felt strange, maybe a little tight across the forehead, but comfortable enough to fly in. "Thank you, Lug. Tell your boss that your number one customer says you deserve a raise. What else you got? Is this ready?" He tapped a square-ish metal box, about 10x20x20 centimeters, welded to the flat bulkhead of the fighter's external tail section so that it faced directly aft.

    Lughdyt raised the box's lid momentarily, giving Kayn a quick glimpse of four spheroids inside. The tech made a hushing gesture and leaned closer, speaking quietly. "Modded a spare flare launcher, sir, got three frag grenades and a Trill-Dorn what I rescued from that Blade what smacked into th' deck. Not s'posed t' have those, so keep it quiet 'til it's time t' use it. Set fer normal three second delay fuse, or, remote instant detonation by coded signal. Freqs 'n' codes are in th' fire control software."

    The pilot nodded appreciatively. In the past, he'd used inert missiles as space mines to discourage close pursuit. This system would serve the same purpose without wasting expensive missiles. The three fragmentation grenades would be startling if they blew up in an attacker's face, and the shrapnel might do minor damage. The single thermal detonator, on the other horn, well, if he timed that right, that might kill a starfighter.

    "Nice. That could ruin somebody's plans for their whole day. How about the jammer? Did you get the new version?"

    "No, haven't been able t' swing that deal yet, but th' old one's been overhauled 'n' tweaked with some shiny new components. It'll fry a gundark egg at fifty meters now."

    "That'll work. Great job, Lug. Get a good rest while I'm gone. Anybody tries to assign you some bantha pudu jobs while I'm out, tell 'em you're under direct orders to eat something good, sleep, and relax. Not necessarily in that order."

    Settling into the cockpit, he glanced toward the all-black A-wing that he counted on, checking that Zero was good to go. As his neural implants linked into the fighter's mainframe, music started playing in his head. Lughdyt had once again programmed a tune to start out his flight.



    Life is good. Great ship to fly, great wingmate to back me up, good music to listen to, and a pretty good squadron to fly with. And nothing stuck in my facial hair. All I need right now is for that promotion to flight captain to come through. Could link in and check my inbox right now, wouldn't take me a second. No, focus on the mission, I'll check that when I get back.

    If I get back.

    Where the frack did THAT
    thought come from?


    TAG: @Rebecca_Daniels @Adalia-Durron and all the Sheep getting ready to go out and play predator.
     
  20. Sarge

    Sarge Chosen One star 10

    Registered:
    Oct 4, 1998
    Combo with @TheAdmiral, thanks, buddy.

    IC: Riki & Admiral Sunwalker
    Amateur Interrogators, Ltd


    Riki looked up at the Imperial admiral, uncertain how to proceed. He had never interrogated a suspect before. But he, like any Squib, had been involved in many business ventures which had all the earmarks of scams. Maybe he could just try to figure out if the human was trying to maintain a cover story, as scam artists did?

    He beckoned the man into a corner, not exactly a private space, but probably the best they could do when it came to having an undisturbed conversation. What kind of things might an undercover operative struggle to remember? Riki would have to watch closely for signs of hesitation or uncertainty to simple background questions. He unfolded a wrinkled scrap of flimsi, pulled a writing stylus from a pocket, and began to make notes.

    "How do you spell your middle name?" His eyes were turned down to the flimsi while he watched for the man's reactions in his peripheral vision.

    The whole situation was surreal to the Admiral. He was being interrogated by an oversized, compared to most, blue rodent. He was not sure whether to take offence or be amused by the whole thing. Oh, he did not harbour any ill feelings towards the creature and his brother. They were quite useful and funny, but come on!

    He guffawed at Riki's, or was it Tiki, whatever, question. K'rill rarely mentioned his middle name as it was rather pompous, but he decided to play along "It is Maximillian..." he sighed "M-A-X-I-M-I-L-L-I-A-N" he spelled it for him. "I hope that will tell you whether or not I am a spy..."

    "How did you and your wife meet?"
    Riki hoped that Tiki was asking a similar question of the female; it would be useful if they could check their answers for consistency.

    "On the job..."
    he tried not to sound too annoyed "We were both Judicials." he chuckled "Go around the Galaxy, visit exotic places, find a wife, all in the job description..."

    "Where were you when your daughter was born? What were you doing?"
    Squibs habitually spoke quickly, and Riki took advantage of his natural speech patterns to pile on the questions faster, pressuring the man to break his cover.

    K'rill blinked "I was sent on patrol at the border of the Outer Rim." he stated flatly "So I missed the birth..." he did not like to talk about that "What does it all have to do with the current situation?" he was getting annoyed.

    "I'm asking the questions now. It's not your turn yet. What was the first word your daughter ever said?"
    So far, the admiral was doing a great job of keeping up his cover story. Or he was being honest, it was hard to tell for Riki.

    "She said Long Live the Empire..."
    the Admiral did not hide his sarcasm "Though it was still the Republic when she was born." he grunted "I think the first word was dada or something like that." her rubbed his eyes. This was going nowhere.

    Riki could see that the man was getting frustrated. It was time to push harder and see what would come out next. "Is that what she called you? What did you call her? And what do you call your wife?"

    "Next thing you are going to ask for my bank account and where I keep my savings?"
    he grumbled "I called her Jocelyn or my little girl, then when she got in the Academy and the Navy I addressed her by rank." he scoffed "I call her honey, babe and Little Star as that is what her name means, well technically is Morning Star, but you get the picture."

    "You love them very much. Would you sell us out for them?"
    Riki had stopped taking notes and was focused intently on the man's angry eyes.

    The Admiral considered the question for a few more moments then sighed "Yes, I would." he stated gravely "But I haven't done it in this case." he crossed his arms on his chest "You seem like a smart person, think about that, no one in this camp can secure a release for me and my family, only a high ranking Moff or even the Emperor himself must sign on it. They can't provide me with material comforts, you will all discover them pretty quickly, and in the end I will still be stuck here with you all. So selling you out gains me nothing." he shrugged "But it is up to you to trust me on that or not."

    Riki put away the flimsi and stylus. "I can only see two things. You're a spy who's so good at keeping your cover story that you'll never break it. Or you're being honest with me. I can't tell. And I don't think more talking will change that. So now it's your turn. Ask your questions."

    The Admiral nodded, Riki was much smarter than he let himself show, he respected that and also should keep it in mind, just in case "Tell me how you and your... brother is he? Anyway how you two got captured and what were you doing before that? Were you part of the Rebellion and so on?"

    "We were in a rebel cell, quartermasters of supply division. HQ sent us on a raid, liberating Imperial equipment for the war effort. I came up with a perfect plan. In and out in no time with everything we needed. But somebody tripped an alarm. Guards came running. That shouldn't have been a problem; I had allowed for mishaps in my mission planning. But Tiki got greedy. Instead of running when we should have, he had to grab one more crate of grenades. That slowed him down too much. He got caught. I tried to rescue him. They caught me too. It's all his fault. I should have abandoned him years ago. But Mother told me I had to look after him. Because I'm the smart one. That's what you get for being a good brother. No good deed goes unpunished."
    He crossed his arms and lowered his head sulkily.

    The Admiral restrained a chuckle as Riki might take it the wrong way, he really doubted that the Squibs were the traitors with their constant squabbling. Though he might be wrong and they could be that good "I hear you..." he said simply "Have you seen anything suspicious around here?" K'rill wanted to try something else, given how observant the Squibs were due to their rodent nature, they would surely notice anything out of the ordinary.

    "Suspicious? Everyone is suspicious. We're all suspecting our bunkies and friends and partners. The Imps set things up to divide us and make us all suspect each other. They're laughing at us as we turn against each other like rats in a cage. But that's not what you meant, is it? Yes, I see suspicious things all the time. Deals going down, people talking behind each others' backs, starving people stealing food, all the things that you'd expect with too many people with too much time and not enough food or room. In this place, anything suspicious could have any number of explanations. And only a few of those explanations involve turncoats."


    "So suspicious is the norm around here, so there must be something that does not fit the picture?"


    "Sure. I don't fit the picture. There aren't a lot of blue-furred meter-tall rodentoids in this camp. Only two, last time I checked. High-ranking Imperial officers too old for field intelligence work also don't fit the picture. You don't fit the profile for a spy at all, which means you fit the profile perfectly. Ironic, isn't it? But seriously, we're rebels, mostly, and we're such a rag-a-muffin band that most of us don't fit in any kind of coherent picture."


    The Admiral sighed, clearly he would not get anything, or maybe he did not phrase his question right. "Fair enough." he stated simply "So is this interview over? Or do you have more questions?"

    "Just one. Can I interest you in a high-end Imperial officers' wrist chrono? It fell off the back of a speeder lorry the other day. If you find something worth trading for it, you know where to find me. So let's go see what my idiot brother and your wife have been talking about."


    TAG: @Mistress_Renata @Sinrebirth @darthbernael @Jerjerrod-Lennox @Vehn
     
  21. The Real Kyp Durron

    The Real Kyp Durron Jedi Master star 2

    Registered:
    May 6, 2018
    Ic Baniss Vermillion - MacKenzie Hollymander
    The Intrepid. Private Quarters and Hangar.



    Baniss shook his head and smiled at Hollymander, “I can’t say that wasn’t unexpected...but…” He had a report to write, but there wasn’t much information that wasn’t already known or either suspected already, so he wasn’t sure beyond advocating looking at the data and making decisions from there. Problem was, he wasn’t sure who he could trust...yet.


    ---Later---

    Writer’s block happened, but in this case, it was due to a lack of real information from the interrogation. The only main thing he could suggest were changes to the interrogation itself, as in non-sadists who actually knew what they were doing, and having an accurate idea on whether the said subject would know anything in the first place.

    He couldn’t get away from the briefing fast enough. Max was hard work but her questions were fair. MacKenzie knocked on Baniss’ door and waited as he knew there man would be in there having said he had reports to write. He glanced at his chrono knowing he was running out of time.

    Baniss looked up, he hadn’t expected visitors, “Come in.” Hopefully, it was a good distraction.

    He opened the door and entered to find his quarry seated in front of a computer terminal. “I need to talk to you and I need to do it quickly.”

    Baniss turned around, “Well that’s fine, what do we need to do in a hurry?” Something was up and it probably wasn’t exactly...conventional.

    How did he put this. In plain words was best. “The Black Sheep are pulling out on a mission. There’s a secret second part to it and Flagg wants you in on it.”

    Baniss smiled, “I’m used to secrets, is the plan any good? What are we hitting?” He had his instincts saying where it could be but he’d rather confirm whether he was correct or not. Probably want to get their squadmates back...do they know who else is there? Even a partial list? Baniss pulled out his datapad to start composing a list but paused for confirmation.

    MacKenzie considered his words. “First part is good and should work to a point.” He paused. “The second half could use some tweaking.” He confessed. “That’s the secret part and I swear I will tell you on board but we need to go now.”

    Baniss nodded, “I understand, but if you don’t trust me with part of the plan I can’t work on the problems.”

    MacKenzie considered his options and they were few. He let out an exaggerated sigh of resignation. “We’re going after the captured pilots. Going to see if we can break them out and maybe make a mess of the prison camp they’re in.” That was it in a nutshell he decided.

    Baniss smiled, “Then let’s make as big of a mess as possible…” he handed Baniss the information he had on Son Tay prison, along with a partial list of prisoners in the camp. “As you can see, there are some pretty important people there, if we can grab some of them and possibly create a situation where the others can get to an escape ship maybe it can be a much bigger escape.”

    He smiled. “Sounds like a plan. Let’s go.”


    …..a few minutes later….


    They entered the hangar and it looked like they were the last to their ship. Another cursory glance at his chrono told MacKenzie that they were pulling out in less than two standard minutes. They needed to get on board the Valkaria post haste. Breaking into a run he reached the ramp and jog up hoping that his counterpart was keeping up. “Last two on Board Skipper. Ready to go!” He called as he made his way to the cockpit.



    Tag @Bardan_Jusik @Corellian_Outrider @Vehn
     
  22. TheAdmiral

    TheAdmiral Force Ghost star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 28, 2004
    OOC: This is a combo between me and @Corellian_Outrider thank you for that!

    IC: Alaina Diame, Genevieve Lehrsherr
    Location: Ship’s lounge, Intrepid


    Alaina sat at the booth in the corner of the lounge. Her food was getting cold and her glass half empty as her focus was directed at the datapad in hand. Normally she would do this in the privacy of her quarters though a change of scenery can be stimulating... the same goes for food. Several reports had come in, listing several potential targets to weaken the Empire’s influence in some territories... or to ensure supplies are procured for the Alliance... there are also some start-up group taking matters into their own hands and causing more harm than good. That’s the problem these days, more pockets of resistance are starting to pop up though it takes time to shift fact from rumours as to whether their intentions are genuine, or that they have another renegade like Saw Gerrera and his mislead group of partisans running amuck. It was a shame about what happened to Jedha, the precursor to Alderaan.

    She ran her fingers through her hair and sat back to take a break from the screen.

    Alderaan...

    She can remember it’s beauty, the snow capped peaks and rolling hills and tranquil lakes. First kiss shared in the waters of Cloudshaped Falls. It was during an excursion with class... Or was it with a group of friends to celebrated their graduation ceremony? It was Eret, no, Emmett... The one who wanted to be an art historian. It was the faces that were becoming harder to remember as the years go on. They come to her in dreams, ghosts of the past she had heard someone call them. The more she chased the details, the further it slipped away.

    She reached for her glass to take a sip when she eyed the new arrivals at the lounge. One of them was heading over to here.

    Genevieve was bored. Ever since that mission on the Star Destroyer she had not seen any action. Yes, they were hurt pretty badly, but come on! One SD destroyed will not bring the Empire down. They needed to take action, take the initiative. But she was just a Sergeant and strategy was above her paygrade.

    Coming in the lounge she saw a familiar face. The Lt. was sitting there alone with her datapad. Gen had not had an opportunity to spend some time with her in a social setting. So she approached the booth "Mind if I join in?" she smile broadly.

    Alaina nodded to the Sergeant and flashed a small smile, the bittersweet reverie pushed from her mind. “I don’t mind,” she dimmed the datapad and rested it on her lap as she gestured to the free space on the lounge. “Welcome to take a seat.”

    Genevieve grinned and sat with a sigh waving for the serving droid to take her order. She wanted a glass of cold ale. "So Lt., what's up?" she tilted her head "When are we to be sent back in the field? It is time to retake the initiative..."

    Alaina furrowed her brow, the rim of her glass hovered at the edge of her lips. “El-tee?” She placed the glass down without taking a sip. “El-tee? What am I? Some kind of droid?”

    Genevieve tried not to roll her eyes "Lt, as in Lieutenant." she chuckled "That is how we address on Jabiim." she smirked slightly.

    “Yeaaah...” Alaina gave an exaggerated cringed. “I don’t really like the abbreviation. With all the droids around here, I won’t be surprised if there was an El-Tee something or rather.” She smirked then glanced to the datapad on her lap then back to Genevieve. “‘Retake the initiative’...” she repeated Genevieve’s wording. “Sounds like you are going stir crazy. Your team did take severe losses on your last mission. How have you and Shetland been handling it?”

    Genevieve chuckled "Alright, alright... el-tee, I mean Lieutenant." she grinned. "Yeah, we Marines are not made for staying on-board a ship and do nothing." she smirked then turned serious again "That is one of the reasons, the others want revenge, and also that is a good way to keep one's mind occupied."

    “The other teams have their own missions to worry about and as strong as the feelings are, I don’t need to remind about the recklessness of revenge.”

    Alaina gave a wiry smile. “I can’t really divulge any sensitive missions details...” she shrugged. “...security reasons. Though, if all checks out and if you feel raring to go, I’ll see about seeing you back in the field and assigning you to one of the teams.”

    Genevieve nodded "I know, I know." she sighed "But the troops need an outlet to vent. The flyboys and gals have it easier here in that regard, they get to fly around missions and we are stuck here with nothing to do." then her face brightened and gave a sly smile "Oh, thank you El... I mean Lieutenant. Best news I heard this week."

    Alaina glanced down briefly, she overlooked the remark that the marine unit aboard the Intrepid are doing nothing. There has been a steady cycle of missions assigned in rotation to the teams. Though in Genevieve’s case, the Sergeant’s team was wiped out save for two survivors. That would at least have some psychological effects on that team’s leader. Alaina cared for their well being and part of why Genevieve and Mullen were sidelined to allow time to recover. Not until they are given a clean bill of health will Alaina allow them to return to the field. She wondered if this was an act... of course it was! Genevieve wanted back into the field. A sense of purpose... but is she ready though? Would she be a liability in the field? There is always a risk with these missions.

    The serving droid returned with Genevieve’s order.

    Alaina sighed and then returned her gaze back to Genevieve and gave a wistful smile. “Don’t mention it. If anything comes up, or if you have any doubts... please don’t hesitate to see me.”

    Genevieve realized that she would not get anything more than this so she tried to hide her disappointment. It was not as if she would get sent on a mission right now, but still. "Thank you." she said simply "I am looking forward to it."

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  23. Corellian_Outrider

    Corellian_Outrider Former FanForce Admin star 6 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

    Registered:
    Mar 9, 2002
    ~OOC~ Special thanks to @The Real Kyp Durron for this joint post.

    ~IC~ Captain Cassell ‘Skipper’ Wystari, Zephyr ‘Alchemist’ Trillo + Major MacKenzie ‘Flanker’ Hollymander

    Corellian YT-2000 Valkyria - Set to depart the Intrepid


    “Don’t worry, we weren’t going to leave without you.” Cassell called back as the console indicated that the boarding ramp has closed and now sealed. “Preflight checks already done, clearance to leave granted.”

    "Glad to hear it." MacKenzie entered the cockpit.

    Behind him, Zephyr vacated the copilot’s chair to allow Holly to take over. “I’ll go check out back.” She excused herself. “Will see what I can glean from our guests.”

    MacKenzie watched her go. "Should we be worried about our passengers?" He asked as he dropped into the seat and scanned the console.

    Cassell glanced sideways to Zephyr but she was gone before he could say anything.

    “Who knows.” Cassell remarked to Holly. “It might be an enlightening experience for all.” Sighing he hit the ships internal intercom. “Attention passengers, this is your Captain speaking. We are set for departure so please make sure you are seated until we make the jump to lightspeed.”

    The repulsors smoothly lifted the ship off the decking. The view of the hangar outside shifted as the Corellian YT-2000 freighter turned. Gently the engines thrummed to life as Cassell glided the Valkyria out of the carrier and to the cold vacuum of space and the stars beyond.

    Glancing up, Cassell caught a glimpse of the underside of the Intrepid’s bow section as they accelerated away. Veering to port, the Valkyria slowly made its way towards the jump point as they await the rest of the squadron to join them.

    MacKenzie wasn't sure how Cassell felt about this. Before they went into the mission it was important to know if they were on the same page to work together. "Are you on board for this? All of this?"

    “All of which?” Cassell asked. “The dual missions or the coincidences of events?”

    The job of co-pilot gave him little to do at this point. "Both?" He suggested.

    “I suppose if we take the recent... the hangar incident for the Raiders, their mission goes to us... which is fortunately within proximity to the secret mission we have been planning... some might say Lady Luck has a vested interest in our squadron for the cards to fall into place like that... wouldn’t you say?

    "Luck?" MacKenzie questioned. "Not sure there is such a thing. Do you believe our team members are still alive? My experience with the Empire says they're not.” He stopped to find the correct words. “They would have interrogated and once all that could be gleaned out was discovered……” He said nothing more as it was clear to anyone in the Rebellion what happened next.

    “Luck, or whatever equivalent you live by... runs both ways. It’s a give or take. It all has to balance out somewhere.” Cassell pursed his lips. He watched as more crafts appeared on his scopes as the others in the squadron launched from the Intrepid. He adjusted the ship’s axis to give a friendly waggle to greet the others. “In the case for our squad mates, we have to trust in hope... otherwise we wouldn’t be in this business in the first place.”

    He bit his lip and raised his eyebrows as a non-verbal response. “I heard from someone that Rebellions are built on hope.” He gave a slight shrug. “There’s that.”

    “Depends on the group and their intentions.” Cassell countered. “Though for the people to follow, there has to be a promise that their lives will be for the best in the end. Isn’t that why we are here? To bring forth a better future for everyone? Not just empowering select entitled groups”

    That gave MacKenzie pause. For so long he had just been running from his past. The Rebellion had just been a way to escape and give his life some purpose. The truth had always been that he had never particularly cared if he survived till the end. At least he’d thought that for a long time now. Who was he fighting for? What was his purpose? His mother was dead and that would have been his focus if she’d lived. It made the idea of not surviving this a little easier to swallow as no one at the end would miss him. No one who knew how much he cared at least. “I suppose so.” He responded simply. Pushing her away had been for her own good he decided.

    “What do you hope by the end of all this?”
    Cassell asked as he double checked the nav computer. “If tomorrow the Empire stands down and justice is served. What would you do?”

    The question came out of nowhere as far as MacKenzie was concerned and caught him off guard. “I didn’t expect to live this long.” He responded checking the locations of the squadron around them and the distance to the jump point. “No ones waiting for me at home. “He snorted derisively. “Not even sure I have a home anymore.”

    Cassell glanced to the faint reflection inside of the cockpit’s viewport. He looked to the raise platform behind him where the co-pilot sat to gauge Holly’s expression. “Ah... I’m not sure what will become of me but you are always welcome to swing by and go fishing.”

    A sense of warmth came from the older man and it was noted. “Appreciate that Cassell.” A flashing light caught his attention. “Coming up on jump point.” He reported. “What's say we go fishing now.” He shot him a wry smile.

    “Aye!” Cassell gave a hearty chuckle. “I’m sure we’ve got plenty of bait and tackle for this hunt.”

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  24. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Akiva 'Wolf' Lurell
    Byways and Departures, Intrepid


    It was not the Black Sheep hanger. Once she knew that she had stopped and let the masses go ahead of her to the Star Raider's landing bay side. After all, she didn't know or particularly care about them. Nothing personal, but she didn't get attached unless she felt they were going to survive, right now that meant nearly a third or half of the Sheep she didn't care about nor remember the names for at this point.

    Also knowing that it was not a B-wing crash landing meant she could sigh a relief for own wings continued existence. Hearing what had happened she had to look pensive, she was also a little frustrated, might that Imp she was breaking had an answer for her about whom if anyone was a traitor on the crew? Flying into a trap was always a nightmare, and it was also a fear that kept her always checking her craft after Crazy-Eyes was done. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, it was that she didn't trust anyone.

    The klaxon sounded again, another warning of incoming fighters. This time it was the Black Sheep, the training patrol that had been led out by Taab. Their arrival was more orderly than that of the Star Raiders, though they too were down a vessel. "Well he didn't last long," Quin could be heard saying in reference to What's His Name - New Guy's missing fighter. Case and Point.

    After Taab explained the loss and what happened she felt justified even more in marking the New Guy not only of not worthy to know the name of, but also as a by the wall idiot. Take one down with your bird and life? Did he not know how much damage a group of B-wings could do in their career!? On the long scale she had killed a lot more Imps than one suicide run could ever accomplish. Still Captain Husk came in and had a mission for them apparently. They were getting the wounded squadrons left overs, but it was better than sitting around waiting for a scouting rotation or interrogating Imps as if you planned on jumping from flying planes to scooping brains.

    A few hours Later. . .

    A Tibanna refinery on BacYang that's what Flagg along with Captain Husk, the CAG and Commander Wallings had wanted to discuss. Vermillion, not yet fully in the squadron's confidence, was back in his quarters, writing up a report of the interrogation he had witnessed. SonTay was less than a parsec away from their intended target. With two cups of hope and a pinch of 'things gotta go our way' the plan was laid out as best case scenario. The parts that mattered to her were coming up though.

    "Charlie flight will be fully armed, but will strike the enemy turbolaser turrets guarding the refinery with laser and ion fire only," Walling's and the CAG both raised their eyebrows at that. "Delta flight's B-Wings will then hit the refinery's tibanna storage tanks with their proton torpedoes which should set off an explosion big enough to destroy the facility." The lights began to come up as the holoprojection dimmed. "We will then have Charlie flight's torpedoes available if a second strike is needed, or if an Imperial capital ship shows up." Okay, so not entirely naive of their present track record. "The Valkyria will be with us as a reserve element and to provide combat search and rescue for any downed pilot." Flagg indicated Wystari, Hollymander and Vehn, the latter two were assigned as gunners for the mission.

    Once the odd wigs left Taab moved from the rear of the room and dogged the hatch shut. It was just the Black Sheep now. She raised a brow but no one told her to spike anything like she had before, she waited and listened instead.

    "Of course as you all know, that's just half our mission." The lights again went low and another holoprojection went up, this time originating from Taab's left vambrace. "Once we hit the refinery, rather then jumping back to the ship, we rally at these co-ordinates," the display showed them where a spot just outside BacYang's orbit. "From there we jump directly to SonTay, it's close so fuel shouldn't be an issue for any of us." The image of SonTay was now enlarged so they could see the camp and the spaceport on the surface.

    "We all come out of hypserspace together, then split to our assignments right away." He looked at Balzroth, "Due to our recent losses, Major Taab and I have altered your OPLAN slightly, though it's more a reallocation of resources." He tried to give a small smile and failed. "Able flight will use our remaining torpedoes and hit the flight line at the space port," he then looked again at Balzroth and Zara. "Baker flight will support us in that effort. Our target will be any TIE Strikers we see on the tarmac as well as the control tower and defensive gun emplacements." He pointed to a few obvious defensive turrets that could be seen on the holo image.

    "Following that we set up a BARCAP between the port and the POW camp for any Strikers that do get off the ground." There was an entire wing of the air superiority variant of the TIE fighter based there, and he doubted they would get them all on the ground. "Make sure not to hit any civilian or other grounded transports, since we can't get everyone out ourselves the hope is that the other freed prisoners can make their way to the port and commandeer one of those vessels to make their own escape."

    The image shifted over from the spaceport to the camp itself now. "Charlie flight will use their torpedoes to hit the prison camp's exterior walls and fencing as well as their administration building." The former would allow for any prisoners in the yard to walk right out, though Flagg knew it wouldn't be quite that simple with all the chaos going on, while the latter should decapitate any the Imperials command and control element within the camp. "Delta flight's B-Wings wont have any heavy ordinance left after the refinery strike, but your guns will be useful in strafing the camp's guard towers and any enemy personnel or equipment on the ground." The image further zoomed in on the Northern Camp's "sports yard".

    "Wystari, there should be just enough room there for you to put down the Valkyria without too much effort." It actually would be a tight fit, especially in the midst of all the chaos that would be going on around them, but Flagg had confidence in the freighter captains's abilities. "Once on the ground, find our people and get them out of there. Charlie and Delta flights will provide cover for you, and Baker and Able will provide cover for them..." he looked out at everyone. "We can do this, we will do this. If for no other reason than to prove them..." he pointed at the closed hatch. "Wrong about us." He nodded to Taab who deactivated the holo projection and raised the lights. "Now, I know the Valkyria could use another hand, but we don't have one and we can't ask for a marine contingent or it would raise suspicion." he looked to Agent Hollymander. "You think Vermillion can be trusted with this?" He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "If so invite him along, it might be helpful to have another intel spook in the ground with you when we get to the camp." He hoped the answer would be yes, but one could never tell.

    "Everyone else, man your planes, we're skids up in 20 minutes."

    Nodding she turned and left, she had to set up the auto feeder for Chak and make sure the proper pet sitter was prepped. That easy enough to do, a message and little bit of a battle to get her door closed after getting her stuff she was on her way. Once in the hanger Crazy-Eyes was giving the wave on that her craft was ready, and as was her custom she checked every hatch in a methodical fashion. Once she was sure everything was as it should be she climbed and started warming her bird up nice and gentle. Shouldn't be too long now as she adjusted her weapons inside the cockpit. Shouldn't be too long.


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    Sparky and Koko hadn't been very happy about the quick turnaround on Max's ship. It was fortunate she hadn't suffered much damage. She wondered if Tehanis's crew had been able to get the bird up and running again. Possibly not. The Diva was in a bad mood, and had shot her a look of pure dislike as she'd come into the hangar. What's her problem? wondered Max. I saved her backside, she saved mine. I thought we were squared.

    She was in a bad mood herself. The attack on the Raiders was worrisome. Someone was indeed tipping them off, but the spy had to be placed higher than the Sheep. Who knew the Raiders' mission plan? She didn't. Hell, she didn't even know the Sheep plans until just before they were going to take off. If someone was tipping off the Empire, it had to be at Ops level. Flagg was a possibility, Taab was more likely. But she was beginning to suspect it was someone higher up.

    And the secondary mission bothered her, too. Nothing against Joy, but Gray, the traitor, could rot as far as Max was concerned. IF she was rotting. The Imp was probably being given a new name and a promotion. Max finished her flight check, and sat waiting for orders to launch, waiting to check in with Flagg since she was still his wingman.

    She glanced over to Zayne, their Gamorrean air marshal. He wasn't in his zany pink-striped suit, he was wearing the standard beige Rebel coverall. His shoulders drooped and his whole demeanor was depressed. As she watched, he began to herd the Sheep into position for takeoff. No fancy footwork, no twirls or flourishes. He waved the batons almost mechanically, in textbook perfect order. What's wrong here? She turned her head to see someone else, a stranger, human, standing nearby with his arms crossed, watching Zayne very closely. The Gamorrean had clearly been called on the carpet. It was depressing to see him like that. Something to try and fix when they got back.

    She did the comm check with Flagg, to ensure they were all set. Then she cleared her throat. "I thought the second mission was voluntary," she said bitterly.

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