X-wing Round Robin

Yeah, I can probably think of some cocky, arrogant, screwed up i nthe head, screw up pilots too. So agreement from me as well I suppose.

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That's easy, I'll just change the name on an OC I already had! And beg permission from somebody else to use her OC.

 

hey, Targeter, I love the idea of a sarcastic duo! I'm getting really excited about this story now

Sorry for being so late - I just got a promotion at work and my hours have almost doubled so I'm trying to balance school, work and sleep!

 

*grins* Oh goodie!

Someone remind me the next time I get on or post here to type up this little thing I wrote from a relaly mini plot bunny that whoever writes the first Introduction scnece or whatever yo uwant to call it can use if they want too.

Sneaking on at school,
:Targeter:

 

So what's going on now?

 

I think we are waiting for someone to write the next scene. I am pretty busy due to DRW for the next week so I cannot do it.

Maybe we should list some of the things we want to happen in the first gathering of the new squadron...

We don't necessarily have to do it in this next scene but I do think there should be some kind of "reaction" to a Vong being in the squadron.

We also need to introduce at least one more of our characters in some depth.

 

Hmm, well, I jotted soemthing down during science that someone can use if they write it. It's from third person, but I think it could be transfered to first person rather easily. I'll type it up now...

But who's writting the first introduction post?

:Targeter:

 

*points drunkinly* Howsa 'bout I do it? I have a great idear. Oh and I'm putting all of the bios into a word doc. and I'm going to post it here so we can just look at that to find out 'bout people, and I need the ranks. Right now unless you've called the character a Leiutenant they're a flight officer. And I just thought of something, wouldn't the Lieutenants be flight leads?

 

Here are the bios
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Flight Officer Baxx, Xash Mjsullivan
Sex: Male
Age: 27
Homeworld: Falleen
Physical Description: 1.79 meters tall with skin that changes color depending on mood. A scar runs the full length of his left arm. Well groomed - as all Falleen feel they must be - with an impeccable sense of style (Hates the idea of a bright orange flight suit).
Personality: Supremely aware of himself, Xash Baxx is a proud Falleen of no particularly royal lineage. He is quick to make sure he is judged on his own achievements and failures only. Completely unwarranted sense of own superiority, and a sometimes hurtful sense of humor. A stately understanding of dignified martial arts and weaponry.
Screwup: First squadron - Refusal to wear appropriate attire during training and escort missions on repeated occasions. Struck CO unconscious when he threatened to replace his entire wardrobe with bright orange flight suits.
Second Squadron - Made dangerous modifications to all 12 X-wing cockpits to create space for personal hygiene facilities, resulting in several avoidable ejections.
Third squadron - On no less that seven occasions delayed emergency action drills by up to three minutes as he attempted to take a shower before reporting for duty.

Flight Officer Bordet, Payton JediSolo13
Sex: Female
Age: 20
Homeworld:Correlia
Physical Description: Pretty, brown hair, green eyes, kind of short*(like me)*
Personality: She's stubborn(what do you expect from a Corellian?), but she can be nice to people that don't cause trouble, she's tough.

Lt. Delvaniewanna ?Del? JadeDjo
Sex: Female
Age: 124
Homeworld: Kashyyyk
Physical Description: She's a cream furred Wookiee with russet paws. Not considered beautiful on Kashyyyk because her coloring doesn?t blend very well with the native vegetation. She's also short for her species, only 1. Meters
Personality:shy because she was teased about her height and colorings, but don't push to far or she might hurt you. A lot.
Screwup: Got kicked out of the Wookiee engineer?s academy for cheating.

Flight Officer Dentar, Aleria ?Ria, Twitch? jags_gurl
Sex: Female
Age: 19.5
Homeworld: Commenor
Physical Description: Ria has short cropped white-blonde hair, standing tall at 5'9, right eye is ice blue, and left eye is golden brown. She has a tattoo encircling her upper right arm, and she has a nervous twitch brought on by the presence of superior or commanding officers.
Personality: Extremely short tempered computer specialist with a wicked sense of humor coupled with sarcasm and cynicism and a strong sense of revenge. Her skills with slicing and hacking into secure systems are what landed her one last shot with the Wraiths. The two mottos she bases her life on are "Payback's a witch." and "No regrets."
Screw-up: Twitch's been convicted of tagging one too many commanders and sqaudmates with homebrewed viruses, reprogramming different items and continually hacking into their systems for blackmail and dirt when angered. It wasn't that she couldn't cover her tracks -she wanted them to know who did it - at least, most of the time. You can throw a few counts of insubordination in there as well. Hey, a girl's got to keep herself occupied somehow.

Dune, Sven Dev_Binks
Sex: Male
Age: 22
Homeworld: Tattooine
Physical Description: Bright orange hair, purple eyes, about 6'2", wears flight suit constantly buttoned up.
Personality: Doesn't like large crowds. is very modest finds it strange to not wear garments covering entirety of body.
Screwup: 'Assaulted' a superior officer for suggesting that he was a Vong. 3 charges of Dereliction of duty, aka drunk while flying. And refused to wear a dress uniform when in the Senate chambers.

Flight Officer Ettyk, Kassia ?Kas

 

Go for it Dev, I'm brain dead this week when it comes to my writing.

 

Okay, I had a great post going where there were forty something pilots, split up into three different squadrons. Delv and Sven heading two of 'em and the third being headed my Kell, all of our characters were flight leaders. And I had it great! And then my bloody computer decided that, that was the oppertune moment to crash. Since then I've reimaged it, so that shouldn't happen anytime soon.

 

ooh, that's bad Dev, real bad.
Oh wait a sec, how many OCs do we need to create to be killed?

:Targeter:

 

I know, I really do, and I'm not sure.

 

Any/Everyone still here or what?

:Targeter:

 

Any room left in the squadron?

 

Maybe The Vong can be dropped I'm sure. Oh and someone else should probably due the first post. I had it as the 34 pilot trainees were put in three squadrons Silly, Dinner, and Wraith squadron. Sven and Del in command of Silly and Dinner with each of our characters in command of a flight. Face would be in charge of Wraith.

 

Okay, I've got it, I'd already jotted down something in science and mather nayways. Dev kinda pinned it on me via MSN anyways.

*falls back asleep*

:Targeter:

 

Yeah, Bobbacca, there's one spot left if you want it.

Okay people, here's a roster etc, tell me if there needs to be any changes etc

Leader: Face Loran *
Two: Payton Bordet
Three: Sven Dune
Four: Pallii 'Kwu
Five: Kell Tainer *
Six: Xash Baxx
Seven: Uluo Vaan
Eight: (empty)
Nine: Aleria Dentar
Ten: Kassia Ettyk
Eleven: Kristen Ohmen
Twelve: Delvaniewanna *

( a * means a flight leader)

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Del look right then left

*Me? Flight lead* Then a feral grin crosses her features.

*Everyone in three flight had better behave otherwise Wookiee noogies commence!*

 

*Kassia looks around, whistling innocently as several explosives go off*

Oh yes, and can everyone post a nickname thingy for their character? Like Kell is Explosion Boy and Face is Poster Boy? Kassia is either SMuggler Girl or Explosion Girl, haven't decided which would be better for her yet. And if yo unee dhelp think ing nicknames, just ask me.


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My nickname is going to be Twitch!

 

^_^

Okay, this might not necessarily be kept in this form or whatever, it's defininetly subject to change, but it's what I jotted down i nscience the other day. There's going to be a lot that goes before this. So, anyways...

?Hello infidels and welcome to Wraith Squadron, where we?re the insanest of the craziest, of the most damned stupidest, of the best, better than the best of the best of the best, and you can quote us on that; that is if you're better than the best damned craziest, insanest pilots out there? Kell said with a perfectly straight face, only allowing a hint of a smile to show on his face.

?You?ll be memorizing that later. The last person to gets a grenade when they least expect it by the good Lieutenant Tainer,? Face said with a grin. ?Speaking of which, introductions! Like I said, the big man behind me who has a maniacal love of explosives-?

At that, he got an indignant ?hey!? from both Kell and Kassia Ettyk. Rolling his eyes at the interjections from the two explosive experts, Face forged ahead, noting that Kassia had leaned towards Aleria Dentar, whispered in her ear and the other nodded in return.

?Anyways, Kell?s my XO along with being an excellent pilot. Of course, there?s me, you?re friendly, local Commander-?

It was then that what the two young women had been talking about became obvious.

?Garik Loran?? Kassia said, her voice becoming fake breathless and even faker looking shock came to her face.

?The Face?? Aleria asked, tone and voice next to identical to Kassia?s as she blinked slowly.

?Oh, I think I?m going to faint!? the two said together, mock swooning and falling to the floor off of their chairs.

?See, I told you girls still swooned at the sight of me,? Face muttered out of the side of his mouth to Kell who snickered and rolled his eyes as Kassia and Aleria rose to their feet and sat back in their chairs to the laughs of the other pilots. The two exchanged a high-five, Aleria still blinking, before turning back towards Face and Kell.

?Right, now as I was saying, I?m Commander Face Loran, aka Poster Boy. If you don?t understand Ettyk?s and Dentar?s little drama just then, ask a squadmate later.?


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yeah, I want it. I'll get a character bio typed up and posted later today.

 

Name: Renth Drekk

Sex: Male

Age: 27

Homeworld: Coruscant, but he has some Hapan blood in his lineage

Physical Discreption: Just slightly over 6 feet tall with blonde hair in a grown-out buzz cut, shocking blue eyes that usually have a distant look to them as if his mind was elsewhere, a short beard and mustache (similar to Dash Rendars), and extremely handsome Hapan features that are detracted from somewhat by the presence of a variety of scars and burn marks.

Personality: Usually quiet in group situations, Renth tends to keep to himself most of the time. He is paranoid not only for himslef, but for his friends as well and his overprotectiveness tends to drive them crazy. He has a strong desire to be a hero, but doesn't have the self-confidence to recognize that he also has strong potential for it. He really is a nice guy to those who get to know him, but those are few and far between as his strange habits tend to freak people out.

Screwup: Paranoid with low self confidence levels, he has a reputation for "psychotic and pyromatic tendencies" and has dropped out of several programs including training at the Jedi academy on Yavin IV before the Vong war. The bunker his last squadron was stationed at was almost burned down accidently due to him playing with fire, literally.

Call Sign: Jitter

Commando Skills: Has talents with the Force but is largely untrained. He still has his lightsaber from his days at the Jedi academy but is a far cry from profficient in its use. He is, however, an excellent marksman with both blasters and throwing weapons.

 

Targeter, ROTF! I love it! Perfect... heh heh heh the fun begins!

edit: oooh, plot bunny bit to add to that last, Targeter!

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Face set the datapad down, eyeing his pilots. "Any questions?"

Aleria raised her hand.

"Yes, Dentar?"

"Can I pretty please have your autograph, Commander Face?" she asked, her pleading expression melting away to mischivous one.

Face rolled his eyes. He was never going to hear the end out of that. "No. Any other questions?"

Kassia raised her hand, and Face was pretty sure he didn't want to know. It seemed as though a new comedy team was springing up already, and bent on harrying the commanders... it was like Wes Janson duplicated. Face shivered. He hoped it never, ever got that bad.

"Yes, Ettyk?"

"My mother's lifeday is coming up - can I get your autograph for her? I'm pretty sure she thought you were hot to trot way back in the day."

Aleria started to snicker, as did Kell. Face buried his face in his hands. "Dismissed."
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Who is comandeering the whole start of this anyways?

And welcome to the Wraiths, Bobbacca!