Zhar walked out of the hanger. Moving down a completely straight and white hallway in the port of the Lobo Bacredi found the crew quarters, it seemed that Kaph and Devil Squadrons were going to room together.

When he entered the bunks he found a bunk that was vacant, the blue blanked had the VE Emblem on it. Placing his bags on the top bunk Bacredi moved over to R3, the only droid he had brought along for the ride, Bacredi had also brought his Raven-Class Starfighter.

"Ready for some power R3?" Bacredi asked the orange and clear droid.

"Beep-boop."

"Got it," Bacredi replied back to the Sure thing. And then plugged R3 into a power conduit. Now walking out of the room in his orange Imperial Officers Outfit. He walked to the mess hall, entering Phraanix and Monk were already talking over there food, and Bacredi moved over the the tray tables. Grabbing a tray from the large stack of them Bacredi moved over to the beverages, realizing there was nothing with alcohol Bacredi reached into his own pocket, pulling out a flask of Corellian Ale.

Now pacing over to the food, he saw Ensign Fox. Avoiding him Bacredi quickly grabbed a sandwich laid the tray down, walking out the door sandwich in hand. Taking one huge bight Zhar downed half of it, taking another he downed the rest.

"Ah.." Bacredi muttered, walking down the hallway near the Barracks. He took a slight swig of Ale. Walking into a control room he looked at the fleet formation, one ship popped out at him: Interceptor.

Bacredi has served on the Interceptor for a couple of years, it was a fine CR90. A fine one indeed... Captained by Uloc Ell-Pwo a Zabrak, one of the few in the Vast Empire Navy, one of the few in the Vast Empire.

Suddenly Bacredi's COM Rang, it was a meeting.

Meeting Room - Aboard the Lobo

“Alright, we should just get right to it. There is a bit of information to go over, in a short amount of time. We are about an hour away from our destination, the Yetton System.” C-3 told everyone in the briefing room, Bacredi was already aware of the mission and what it involved. But his fellow pilots probably didn't.

Bacredi searched the room, he found his fellow Kaph Pilots, along with Devil Squadron Pilot, and old friend Duun Khan.

“Recently, the Vast Empire Imperial Naval High Council received a Code Zero Alert from the Vast Empire Naval Listening Outpost Viverro. This alert matches recent alerts from other systems of hostile forces attacking the outposts, and attempting to take over the area.” C-3 said, pressing a button on his Console and it turned into the Yetton System. “The Outpost is lightly defended from hostile forces, with only Two Lancer Frigates and a TIE Interceptor Squadron as its garrison. It is not equipped enough to fight off the hostile forces that were detected from the outpost the first time it detected the Hostile Fleet.”

A hand raised, it was StOrMz.

“Yes, Crewman; you have a Question.”

“Yes, Sir; Do we have any idea who exactly the hostile forces are?” Senior Crewman StOrMz asked.

“Glad you asked. We have limited information at this time about who exactly the hostile forces are. From what we have gathered, the ships are Imperial in design; Intelligence believes that we will be going up against a Post-Endor Imperial Warlord, still in the system.”

StOrMz sat down, satisfied.

“Personally, I really do not have an issue with an Imperial Warlord. I would rather it be an Imperial in the area than a New Republic Fleet. The Issue is, this Warlord is showing hostility against fellow Imperial Factions. It cannot go unanswered, we have been sent, along with the Task Force, to sweep the system for hostile forces. We need to Clear the area, and make it surely in our possession again. With more Details on the Forces in the area, I give you Ensign Fox of Devil Squadron.” C-3PX2 said, and then took a step away from the Podium.

“Thank you; There is no way to sugar coat this, it will be a tough fight. Between the ships we are arriving with, and the ones already there in the system, we should outmatch the Warlord’s Fleet in the area. We almost double the ships that were originally reported to us, but reinforcements could have arrived, making their fleet stronger.” He said as he changed the screen to the readout of the fleet.

All Bacredi looked at were the Vast Empire ships. CR90 Corvettes: Interceptor, Awareness, Sting, and Bastion. He knew the layout of the Corvettes, and knew that they would do well against fighter squadrons. Bacredi thought they were on of the cheaper, and meaner ships in the fleet.

When the meeting ended a moment later Bacredi took a datapad, and walked out.

Bacredi laid on his bunk, he shuffled through printed pages he had gotten from the Bastion Imperial Record Library:

Boklium, a Planet in the outer rim was seized by Separatists during the clone wars. The ensuing 'bombardment' was twelve meteor 'bombs' that hit the main population centers. Ending the Separatist Threat there...

Bacredi was fueled with rage in the fact that his homeworld was 'bombed' by the empire. Killing most of his friends, and close to half his relatives.

But Bacredi had to stick to his duty, jumping down from his bunk Bacredi motioned for R3, Bacredi's Orange Imperial Uniform. R3 came close to him, and then wheeled along him out the door. He headed for the Communication Room. He entered, and set R3 on the pedestal. R3 immediately relayed the HoloCOM.

"Commander Bacredi of the Tarisien Security Force, and Leading Crewman Bacredi of the Vast Empire Navy. This message is to inform you that we have found a relative of yours. Qhar J. Bacredi, Senator of the Chommel Sector. Thank you."

The Twi'lek disappeared from the place he was, and Bacredi wondered why he never knew that he had a grandfather. Anyway, Bacredi began to walk away to the Bar. When he entered it there was lights everywhere, and he moved over to the counter, grabbing a quick drink. And he even lighted his Lung Blaster.

"10 credits. Cough it up." The bartender spat at him.

Bacredi threw a chip at him, and walked away. He went out the hallway and down to the hanger, he could see his personal starfighter laying in the bay. And hundreds of techs around it, and in other areas.

Ah, he wanted this trip to be over soon.

The 8 foot tall Wookie got up from his seat in the Briefing Room and began toward the table where the data pads were placed. Ph'rranix picked one up and began reading it while leaving the area.

What am I supposed to do with it now? he wondered to himself. Kaph 3 stopped just before reaching his bunk, which was located directly below Bacredi's. He always liked being near his good friends. Ph'rranix finished reading the data pad and tossed it on his bed, turned and exited the barracks. The Wookie stood just outside the room for a brief moment before turning toward the hangar.

As he entered the hangar, Ph'rranix began searching for something to do. His eyes came to rest on a Raven-Class Starfighter. Suddenly becoming aware of who's it was, Ph'rranix trotted over to it and began an inspection. A few things seemed to be out of order so he returned to his bunk for some supplies. He quickly returned and began pulling the cords running from the fuel line to the engine off and placing a transparent plastic in it. As he finished each line, he replaced it back to the proper area. A few minutes later he had finished with that and began the next in his long list of pranks for this exquisitely kept vessel. These pranks ranged from draining his fuel cell to marking all over the exterior with an "erasible marker" to setting rotten eggs under the pilot seat.

I can't wait forr Bacredi to trry and use this thing now,] Ph'rranix chuckled to himself.

To be continued.

6 hours past briefing. . .

A dim blue screen illuminated the shadowy precipices of the pilot's unlit barracks, his contrasting hues glimmering as they read the text accompanied by animational images to further define the Yetton system. Aching finger slid against the rotating nozzle on the side which  further brought on wall upon wall of text. The information repeated itself, regurgitated every single detail which blueprinted itself into the pilot's mind. And it was only then, after an intensive hour of examination and study that Scaridian Mork flipped a switch and the illumination was no more. The only source of light came from the halls  which shone upon the barracks and lit up a few resting pilots.

The holopad was thrown carelessly off to the side and Scaridian sunk his head into a pillow, contemplating the feelings he would endure during his first mission. There was an adrenaline, a rush of excitement about getting out there and proving his stuff, but that image of death had burned so feverently into his head, especially the events concerning his interactions with Abaca the Hutt and his narrow escape. He'd witnessed hopelessness, despair and insanity and they would not be cleansed as easily. Even the propaganda which promised glory for the Navy and did not relay the message of the threat to a pilot's life was unsettling. Hell, Scar had looked upon all the VENAVY advertisement posters splattered across the wall in an unkempt style, they made little difference concerning his untimely fate.

"Damn..." Scaridian muttered into his pillow, a grimace plastered on his face. That youthful ego about him a year ago had made him seem invincible and yet events and caused him to mature too rapidly. Stress replaced enthusiasm and there were repercussions for that.

"Damn indeed. You've been grunting and groaning all afternoon and I haven't gotten even a wink of shuteye." A familiar voice vocalized onto the pilot who perked his ears and looked at the underside of the top bunk. There was a slight depression in the mattress above, as evidenced by the sagging frame which could be seen seeping through the durasteel bars which guarded it. Scaridian new the man who lay there well. Hell, he was his wingmate for christ's sake, Jax Urbaan.

"I've valid reason to..." Scar countered, a slight smile curling upon features." Jax was quite a character, even mad he lightened the occasion.

"Oh, really? So if I had valid reason to say... beat you over the head with my blaster that would grant me rights to do so? Give me a break..."

"No leeway for the guy who's freaking out about his first mission?"

"No leeway for the guy who's freaking out about his first mission?," Urbaan mocked. "We're pilots, part of the military. Man up and face your fate. We're all doomed to die anyways, why not do so for a piece of colored ribbon and a shiny metal?"

"You do not fear death?"

"Of course I fear death, does not everyone? It's a matter of suppressing and controlling those emotions that make us good pilots. Let it keep you on your toes but do not let it control you, for that is what will truly kill you."

Scar could always count on Urbaan's rhetoric to lighten the situation, even if it is in utter disdain for his wingmate's actions, albeit a little lighthearted. Already though, he had begun to see the logic in things. It made the pit in his stomach begin to unravel, the swelling which had ached him for most of the day had begun to die down. It still existed, but at least Scar had been paired with an overconfident math wiz to ease the tension from him. It was perhaps the only crutch he could use for the time being, one he did well to hide any notion of.

"I did not see you at the briefing today, Jax."

"It is because you did not look. You have a tendency to become preoccupied with things, I've noticed that. Try not to do that when we're going up against a force that is almost equivalent to us. Feel free to remain focused in a dogfight but keep your eyes open for anyone who would seek to be intrusive."

"It's going to be tough..." And for the first time there was silence. Jax closed his eyes and breathed softly, selecting his words carefully so as not to come off as a whiny child.

"Indeed it will be. But when has it ever not been? Our army is composed of quality, not quantity. We do the tougher jobs because we are the tougher force, you see now? Aside from patrols we've got a pretty exciting life, I know that I'm happy about it."

"No doubt I am ecstatic about my new life."

"Well you sure as hell don't seem like it."

"Mm, I suppose I should be grateful..." Scar got up from his bed, sweat sticking to the cheap material, the nastiness about him a gruesome thought."

"Haven't showered in a couple of days. You up for a training session later to warm up for the mission?"

"I suppose." Jax gave a brief smile, eyes wandering from his massive text momentarily before looking back.
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Scar knew he wasn't joking when he referenced the value of the technology he had earlier referenced. The training room was about as sleek as one could get. Silver walls contained a number of flashing tubes and lights which hooked up to stagnant replicas of TIE Interceptors. Albeit a bit smaller than the actual craft, the radius of the cockpit maybe off by a meter or so from which the rest of the ship was proportioned was hardly noticeable. A scant few pilots had already taken to training, most of them having their formations roared onto them by officers of rank which easily surpassed Scaridian and Jax's own. There were two off to the corner though, and both pilots nodded briefly to each other before heading to them.

It was standard procedure for Scaridian to enter the simulator, he had done so frequent times at the academy. The resonant sound of decompressing pistons, the sound of gears whirring as they rotated upwards, forcing  the transparent exterior to fly upwards and  reveal the seat inside was all familar to him. He hopped into the craft in tandem with Jax getting into his own and the exterior was shut over them.

Scaridian placed the helmet off to the side onto his head, watching through the two eyeholes the colorful, flashing screen before him. All safety harnesses were buckled over his frame and his gloved fingers clicked rapidly at a few buttons, the screen before him distorting and bending to the will of his computer management skills. He finally found the setting which would link Scaridian to Jax, and a rumble began to occur between the two simulator crafts. The terrain was set and they were no longer in a training room, rather suspended in the coldness of space, overlooking a planet. The targets had of course not yet been set.

The G-forces Scaridian had come to know were null and void, the conduit which connected to the vehicle and nulled these forces had obviously done some electromagnetic trick to fool their senses into believing that the situation was very real.

"Kaph Eight reporting in."

"Kaph Three reporting in." Jax's ship came into view as he accelerated on the pedal a smidgen, it accelerating in front of Scaridian Mork.

"Preparing to launch simulated dual X-Fighters, check Kaph Seven ready."

"Kaph Seven ready to go."

A few more clicks and from nowhere space bent and two rebel X-Fighters slowly approached the two, circulating about each other in harmonius expertise. Scaridian licked his dry lips and awaited the right moment, right foot on the pedal and hands upon the control yoke.

"Mano e Mano on my count... Steady. . . Steady. . . Steady. . . GO!"

"Roger that."

The X wing to the eastern-more approach, or more specifically Scaridian's side was within his target range in the wire frame, and he made a point to switch to his auxillary strafe fire mode, shooting off a few laser's from each wing-tipped cannon to the port of the ship, inevitably forcing it to make a sharp turn to the right, pitching downwards, bleeding off some speed in a wide arc and attempting to break the distance between Scaridian and it. Scaridian responded as such, accelerating full speed onwards as the other pilot lagged behind, though still cutting into Scaridian's turn radius while remaining inside, canon fire forcing him to remain wary.

He anticipated this rough scenario, forcing the other to speed up to catch up to Scaridian, it's constant pitch to match the turn radius of the maneuvarabality of the TIE interceptor. Judging this, the other would have difficulty compensating for Scaridian bleeding off his speed, and so it would have been easy to make a shot whilst the other struggled to get control of overshooting the pilot. And so he set his plan into motion.

Upon reaching a dangerous proximity within a few dozen meters Scar pitched upwards on his yoke and rolled in tandem with the other's tight arcing path. The barrel role had a tight pitch as well as turn radius which would have forced the other to keep on going, ahead of Scaridian, incapable of replying to the situation before Scaridian had the other within his wire frames and let off a strafe of shots to the back of the starfighter, lighting it ablaze.

There was hardly any room for excitement, however, as the rebel starfighter made an unexpected move, forcing a complete stop in front of Scaridian who attempted to compensate by veering to the side. However, his right wing nicked the fiery mess at high velocity and a huge chunk of his right wing flew off, electrical sparks sizzling as they were exposed to the outside, shorted without any purpose. The flamed X-fighter lit the wires ablaze and the wing began to catch fire, reacting with the coolant panels on the rest of the wing which excreted heat outwards, therein fueling its intensity.

"X-Fighter 1 down."

"Kaph Seven to Kaph Eight, assessment of damage, pronto!"

"Copy that. Kaph Eight, defunct right wing, aflame, loss of aerodynamics and coolant panels. Warning signals for engine overheating flashing."

"2nd X-Fighter, on my tail, do you copy Kaph Eight!"

The paniced signals caused Scaridian to grunt who attempted to adjust to the lack of aerodynamics, forcing his craft to lean on starboard while he accelerated forth at full speeds, two figures moving across his wire frame at a rapid pace. Scaridian did his best to move in junction with the others but it was difficult. The slightest output of energy to port forced his craft to spin awkwardly in space and he had a limited time before his engines would blow... best not to think about that.

After tedious work of getting into the rhythm, Jax was in serious trouble. One of his engines had been blasted and the driving force used to motivate the vehicle made him easy prey. He completed a series of break turns to lessen the damage of the concentrated cannon fire onto him but it was of little help. Luckily, Scaridian had gotten into position for a sandwich, and his wingmate realized this. Catching the X-Wing's blind side, he hit it with a few bolts of cannon fire before it cut off downwards to the side. If the opposing pilot were real he must have cursed himself as he now had been the prey, being pursued by a number of VE fighters.

The X-Fighter's starboard began to light ablaze, dangerously close to the cockpit. It made panicked movements, but it was not the only one suffering troubles. Scaridian's right wing had burned completely off and the heat had found no conduit through which to expell, therefore giving negative feedback. The warning signals grew more vehement and pounded against the pilot's temple who sweated as he did his best to catch the pilot, cutting into his turn.

Opposition, though, had tactic of its own, and it descended into a low, slanted altitude as Scaridian overshot the pilot. There was an array of canon fire which lit up the young pilot's engines and he screamed in frusturation, only to hear another the familiar sound of a friend over the transmitter.

"X-Fighter two disengaged."

The sky lit up as a missle had landed dead on the X-Wing and Scaridian did not miss the display of fireworks to be had. The red lights had become null figures to him and the danger with soothed by pure adrenaline. All that had mattered to him was that he had won, this training session against fabricated opponents, of which were a high caliber.. but he'd still won.

"Good job, Kaph Seven. Let's head back home."

A switch was flipped and the sound of a background humming died down to a mute chug. The screen's dark effects no longer existed and the beeping quieted. Deafening rings could still be heard but that was what comprised most of the noise. Scar sat back in his seat in relief and smirked. He did not truly know how he was to react to a situation such as that, and he found he would have handled it perfectld had it occured in actuality.

All safety equipment was thrown off and Scaridian stepped from the vehicle after opening the hatch which secured the cockpit in two. Jax soon followed, nodding to Scaridian.

"Well, that was fun and all. But I think I'm going to get some of that sleep you've deprived me from eariler. Later."

OOC:

2292 Words. Not quite my goal of 2.5k words but almost there.

StOrMz heard his brand new data pad beep from inside its pouch. As he pulled it out the annoying thing began vibrating. Kaph 5 then began fumbling with it trying to find the off button. The Wookie quickly found it as he mumbled under his breath, Useless peace of crrap.] He brought the message up.

[i] 1v1v1 request from Bacredi and Scaridian Mork in the simulation room. Begins in 20 minutes. The transmittion said. With that Ph'rranix lifted hisself out of bed and began toward the simulation room.

*****

Upon arrival, StOrMz noticed Bacredi and Scaridian already seated in simulators. However, Scaridian was in the simulator specially designed for Ph'rranix.

[You arre in my simulatorr,] Ph'rranix rumbled as he approached Scar.

"They are all the same though." Scar replied.

[This is a specially crreated simulatorr designed to fit my overrsized body comforrtably.] Ph'rranix retorted.

"Ah, I see," was the response Kaph 8 gave his Flight Leader as he exitted the gigantic simulator. Ph'rranix plumped his furry self into the seat already warmed from Scaridian while the other found another to occupy.

All signed with their respective call signs and waited for Ph'rranix to finish the settings.

[I am done,] the Wookie growled to his squadmates. [Ourr battle will take place over Carrida, that isn't important inforrmation seeing as how space neverr changes but atleast you know the planet you arre about to be shot down overr.] Ph'rranix grunted and then laughted. [We will be in the standarrd TIE Interrceptorr that the VE uses. Any questions?] Kaph 5 finished.

"No sir!" the other two replied enthusiastically.

[Let's get this parrty starrted then shall we?] Ph'rranix roared as he began the simulation.

It took a moment then the screen before him changed in to a TIE cockpit. He had started each person on their own side of one of the moons of Carida. Ph'rranix accelerated his crafted and banked left hoping to intercept one of the Kaph members before the other showed up. After yawing 15 degrees, StOrMz pulled his TIE back in line to track straight again. He kept a look out for a visual on either of his opposers, A few minutes later, Kaph 5 finally found his first target. It was Bacredi. To his suprise however, Bacredi was not moving. Ph'rranix turned his comlink on and asked what the problem was.

"I don't know," Bacredi responded. "I can't get it to move."

[Push th-,] is all Ph'rranix got out before Bacredi's craft lurched forward and turned to point directly at him. Ph'rranix was caught completely off guard as Bacredi began firing at him wildly. Instinctivly, Kaph 5 drew into a barrel roll as the two past eachother with blistering speed. [You little punk! You werren't stuck!] Ph'rranix roared into his mic with an aggravated tone.

"Well I had to try something." Blue threw back. he looked behind him to find a irritated Wookie closing in him fast. Blue hit the accelerator to try and keep a safe distance from Ph'rranix, but to no avail. Ph'rranix lowered his shield rate and fed that extra power to the engines. Allowing him to continue gaining on the now helpless Leading Crewman.

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WC=524. Ok boys have fun with this it is just for fun before the actual fight so don't get all crazy in it. Oh and good luck

Directly following the simulation with Urbaan

Footsteps tapped loosely onto dense metal, their sound waves rippling through the narrow corridors and orchestrating the pilot's slow, groggy walk. Followed only by a more fatigued pilot, Scaridian felt to be in a rather overworked state. Having decided that from a tiring simulation the pilot could train his muscles to adapt to the null-g forces by working strenuous procedures in an anti-gravity field, the absence of energy was evident and was further emphasised by the sweat which trickled along the feature's, glimmering in the white light, but cooled by the air vents which rushed beneath him. The toll on the once physically tempered slave was not as great as the math wiz which strode more lazily than Scar, none other than the irritable Jax Urbaan.

For the vast portion of their journey both had decided it would be best not to speak with each other. There was mutual agreement between them that they were to specifically report to their bunker after the simulation, but suggestion turned to reality and they soon found themselves in full fledged training routine which had exhausted them both. Urbann, one deprived from his sleep from precious off-time was more than ticked. He felt ridiculed that he fell into this useless ploy, exemplifying the fact that the R&R would have produced a more health induced effect on the body than any physical high could accomplish. Scar chose to tune him out for most of, responding on key points where he found the incessant chatter tolerable.

"Well I'll have to be hitting the showers then... no thanks to you, Mr. Mork," Jax said in utter disdain, the final two words emphasised with a seething gesture. It was comical how Urbaan was positioned during the time he spoke, hunched forward, supported only by his legs as he dragged his body.

"You've needed one anyways. That stench has been seeping through the bottom of the mattress and reaching my nostrils. Oh the pleasantries." Sarcasm countered by Scar who seemed more light-hearted to the situation than his co-worker. "Besides, I'll have to be cleaning up for my second time today, do you know how constraining that is?'

"Hilarious, really. Why don't you just lure me into some more ridiculous plots and laugh at my reaction."

"Will do... Kaph 7."

There was then silence between them. Both stopped momentarily to look at a chart of the station which hooked to a nearby terminal. Heavy eyes flicked towards their position and they'd realized they were rather close to their barracks. Scar figured all the chatter had made time seem to move at a more bearable rate. Urbaan, with a heavily contrasting opinion thought that either the terminal had been busted or they had unknowingly taken an uncharted shortcut. The systems that ran about the flagship were by no means incomprehensibly complex, but it was to the point where you couldn't tell which routes were faster and assumed all paths were the same distance. It was the standard mentality for alot of pilots who didn't take math into account.

Several minutes later Scar had stumbled into the cool, shady room of the bunker. There were still the unnameable pilots sleeping and reading for their off-time, but the main point was the cool serenity. It was a refresher and Scar did not hesitate to fall into his rank smelling sheets, his muscles contorting to the mattress in a comfortable manner. The scent hardly bothered him, all he cared about was the rest. Wrapped in his sheets he closed his eyes, presuming to relax for only a few minutes while Urbaan grumbled heading to the shower. However, he found himself asleep as soon as the thought drifted from his mind and was oblivious to the sounds about him made from his scent.

"Oh my... Jane.. do you smell that horrid stench?"

"I do, Tom... I cannot help but feel distracted by it."

"I know I'm not getting any sleep during my offtime with that unwelcome visitor in my nose!" Another one added in, causing a chorus of laughs to ring about the room.

Scar merely grinned and sunk deeper into his sheets, mouth opening with animated gesture as dream after dream flashed through his mind. Urbaan walked upon this and shrugged simply, walking up the ladder and clambering beneath his own sheets. He'd grown use to the stench of his partner by now, best not to bother him about it.
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Not long after

Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep-Bee-Click, a button fell upon the Comlink strapped to the pilot's waist and it was brought to his mouth, eyes still closed and thoughts unfocused.

"Whaddya want?"

"1v1v1 request from Bacredi and Scaridian Mork in the simulation room. Begins in 20 minutes." The transmission clicked off, and the pilot groaned in dismay. He had not known just exactly how much time had passed in this craft, it was rather difficult considering there was no day or night in this craft, only the darkness of space and the radiant illumination of stars. Most likely it was an hour of rest before he was being called into another simulation. His muscles were aching, his features hot and sweaty. His skin stuck to the drenched sheets and it took all the effort he could muster to get up, and only in his delusion did he hit his head upon the durasteel base board, cursing vehemently as he headed for the showers.

"Bloody hell.. Been workin all frickin day...."

His complaints were muffled by the hissing sound of water venting through pipes onto the man who sighed in relief and washed himself quickly, not taking more than a few minutes before hopping into a suit and walking out the door. The sound of a tired, half-asleep Urbaan calling out snidely.

"And just where is your smelly ass going?"

"Request for a simulation practice. Go figure."

"Well don't we feel special.. ahaha. Karma truly must exist."

A few revile comments out of irritation were muttered under a stifled  breath before the pilot jogged out into the hallway. He'd known the way to the simulation room by heart now and so there was no stopping. The cardiovascular did well to adjust to the unnatural motions of the ship on the man's muscles and flex those aching joints. Though painful, the soothing after-effect did more than compensate. Had to be quite limber these days to actively move about in those craft. The Navy sure had its toll on the newcomers, that much was for sure.

Heavy strides and deep breathing left the pilot at the door at the training session. The mechanic who'd been previously working on a machine before quirked a brow at Scar's entrance, finding the short, intermitten lapses between each visit odd.

"Back again soon."

"Unfortunately as per request this time and not so much of free will. You wouldn't deny the will of a wookie, would you?"

"Ah hell na. I've learned to listen to those critters unless you got somethin' bigger than them to keep the distance, ahaha!'

Scar chuckled and walked onwards, picking out Bacredi leaning on his craft, nodding and smiling. Trotting over to greet him, Scar spoke.

"Hello Mr. Bacredi, how are you faring today?"

"Ahh.. been reading during my offtime and the like, you?"

"Been training, unfortunately sacrificing my sleep, but eh."

"Yeah.. heh. That's a bummer."

"Mm.."

"Whelp, I think we should get into these craft and start warming these systems up, don't you agree?"

"Oh yeah, definitely."

Scar haphazardly hopped into the vehicle, unaware of the extra room for which it provided. The hatch was near closed before a massive, furry hand stopped it, causing Scar to flinch and fall back into his seat before a roughly translated voice fell through a translator.

[You arre in my simulatorr,]

"They are all the same though." Scar replied.

[This is a specially crreated simulatorr designed to fit my overrsized body comforrtably.] Ph'rranix retorted.

"Ah, I see." The pilot quickly exited the vehicle as soon as he came and stepped into one that seemed a tad more familiar and less spacious. The hatch snapped quickly shut and Scar placed on all safety equipment, helmet last which produced the actual simulation which engulfed the pilot in a 360 degree field of produced vision. The craft managed all the rest, but it was this which Scar used. He awaited command, foot rested on the pedal whilst hands were on the yoke in a readied position.

[Let's get this parrty starrted then shall we?] The wookie's voice transmitted into the pilot's headset and he nodded without uttering a response, instead waiting for the flush of colors before him to materialize into a seen. Scar's craft was planted on the surface of a moon, one not astray from what he'd seen in his texts.

"Carida, huh? Interesting choice. Whatever you guys choose, your funeral either way, ahah."

A switch was flicked and the engines roared to life, turbines behind the engine glowing a deep orange whilst repulsors from the bottom pushed the craft up into the sky with ease. There was only moments before Scar had gone forth full speed, the hum of his craft through the sky evident, eyes flickering towards radar and into actual space for any signs of combat. None were to be had, however, for the minutes the pilot had flown through space. Instead, he heard the voices over the transmitters tell the story, the background noise evidencing the contact the two had made.

Scar had attempted to play it low and under the radar but his tangible efforts were recognized, Bacredi retreating whilst the efforts between the wookie and Scaridian were full fledged, Scar catching the wookie off guard slightly, his rapid cannon fire falling upon the other's shields one, glancing as them only as a moderate blow with no ethreal damage from which point StOrMz reacted by bleeding off some speed in Scar's pursuit, forcing Scar to overshoot who seemed bloody pissed and aware, forcing downwards on his yoke, nose pitching sharply upwards in an arc to get out of feisable range, though canons found themselves dangerously close to the man's craft.

There was only a single option as Scar was forced into a series of break turns, in which case the wookie gained proximity by evaluating the arc and cutting a closer angle. He'd need a full fledged retreat. Forcing his craft downwards as the wookie pursued, the new pilot did as much as he could from evasive maneuvers to prevent a viable shot. Damned if there weren't two pilots on him from there, however. Scar reacted quickly to this.

The pilot pitched sharply upwards and to the right, intiating a barrell roll to bleed off some of the speed and inevitably cause his pursuers to overshoot due to the accelerations he'd forced from both of them to remain in pursuit. Sharp pitch had been made to flee from StOrMz perspective whilst allowing Scar to get behind Bacredi, taking advantage of the overshot to blast away, the shots ringing in his ears as they pulsated from the cannon's onto the other's craft, hitting port side mainly and striking shield's which Bacredi managed to put up rather hastily after becoming the defender. The shots though, would inevitably weaken the other's craft, and at the same time Scar kept the other on his toes, not letting up on the cannon fire and playing the aggresive role in this battle, remaining calm the entire time.

"No way I'm being played odd-man out."

Charts were checked briefly mid-battle, damage assesed was fine for the time being. Shields were near depleted and his right wing tip had suffered damage regardless. No doubt his fervent battle tactics would cause him more damage, but the collateral from the damage he received would hopefully be much worse.

Scar's eyes were peeled on the radar to watch cautiously for the wookie's motions, he who seemed to be flying comfortably neutral whilst the two duked it out, awaiting the opportune moment, perhaps?

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“Sir, the escape pod is successfully unclamped and detached from the side of the ship. The hallway fully vented into space.” An Officer Said.

“Damage Report.” The Capitan said to the officer.

“Damage Minimal, nothing we cannot repair before we make the jump.”

“Excellent, Dispatch repair teams immediately.”

“Yes Sir. I will send three teams to … what the hell?”

“What is it?”

“Sir; something vented out with the Debris in the hallway … something humanoid in form.”

“What?! Check again!”

“Yes, Sir!” he said while he scanned the sensor data again. “Sir, I am still getting the same readings. Something humanoid vented into space, the sensors are even tracking it as I speak.”

The Captain dashed over to the communications officer. “Get me on the Horn, now!”

“Yes, Sir.” The communications officer said as he connected it. “You’re connected.”

“Attention, Attention; this is the Captain. Launch Search and Rescue Transports on from the Port Hangar Bay Immediately! This is not a Drill.” He said and then hung up the transmitter and dashed back over to the sensor screen.


Meanwhile In the Port Hangar

C-3PX2 was standing in the observation deck of the Port Side Hangar Bay of the Lobo, when he heard that announcement. He opened the door to the Hangar Bay, to have a wave of Pilots rush past him and then they headed towards Search and Rescue Shuttles.

C-3PX2’s Communicator then began to Alarm. He walked over to a Comm. station, and activated a video communication.

“Warrant Officer, This is the Captain.” He said.

“Yes, Sir.” C-3PX2 said as he saluted.

“Put yourself At Ease, and get your ass up to the bridge, double time. We have a situation.”
“Aye, Sir; On my Way.” C-3PX2 said, as the Captain closed the comm.

He walked out of the observation deck, and over to the Turbo lift. When it arrived, he entered it and pressed the button to take him to the bridge of the Lobo. He wondered what had happened that he needed to get the bridge so quickly.

The Turbo Lift reached the Bridge, and the door opened.

“Lobo, Rescue One; we are approaching the Target.” Rescue One said over comm.

“Confirmed Rescue One, Continue to update us with what you find.” The communications officer said.

“Affirmative.” Rescue One said, and then closed the direct channel.

C-3PX2 began to walk onto the bridge, and noticed the Captain hovering at the Sensor Station.

[Two, One; Form up on Starboard Aft, travel for Two Thousand, then break off and begin sweep.] A static filled communication said over the general comm. on the bridge.

[One, Two; Copy, Forming up.]

C-3PX2 walked over to the Sensor Station, and over to the Captain. He then Saluted.

“Sir; Warrant Officer Second Class C-3PX2, reporting as ordered.”

The Captain returned the Salute, “At Ease. I have good and bad news for you.”

“Sir; what is the bad news?”

“We are about to find out.”

“Sir?”

“Listen.”

[One, Two; Target Spotted. Sending ping beacon to paint it.]

[Copy, Two; we are headed your way. Collect the target upon your arrival.]

[Roger. We are arriving now. Sending EAV team out to recover target.]

“What is the Target?” C-3PX2 asked.

“There was an explosion on the Port. An Escape pod misfired and jettisoned, ripping apart the hull in the immediate area. When the area was vented, something went out with it, something Humanoid.” The Captain said.

“A Person?!”

“That is what we fear.”

“Do we have any Idea who it is?”

“Maybe, I have a question for you.”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Have you heard from Petty Officer Xacto, he was scheduled to work this shift on the bridge?”

“Last I saw him, he was headed up here.”

“Hrm…”

“What?”

“Just wait…”

[One, Two; we have the target. It’s a Humanoid, someone from the Lobo.]

[Two, One; is there any Identification on him?]

[Affirmative One, Dog-Tags, and a Parchment. The Parchment is disengaging though.]

[Read out the Dog-Tag.]

[Xacto, Saul; Petty Officer Second Class; Dreadnaught Lobo.]

[Affirmative, Two; Return to the Hangar with the target.]

[Copy; Headed Home.]

“Frak.” The Captain said.

“Wait, what the hell did they just say!?” C-3PX2 yelled.

“Petty Officer Xacto is dead, he vented into space.”

“How?”

“I gave the order to vent out the hallway; I failed to have it scanned. This is on me.”

“What now?”

“Here, take this. This was the good news. Hold a Squadron Meeting, and read it to your squadron tomorrow.” The Captain said as he held out a data pad.

“Yes Sir.”

“You’re dismissed.” The Captain said as he stared at the sensor screen.

C-3PX2 took the data pad and walked back to the Turbo Lift. Once it arrived, he exited it and walked to his quarters, still in shock with what had happened.


A message was sent to all Kaph Squadron Pilots and Personal, stating to be at briefing room Echo at 06:00 for a Meeting. The Squadron arrived right on time; no one was late to the meeting. They did not know what exactly it was for, or what information was going to be presented at the meeting, so they dare not miss it.

Warrant Officer Second Class C-3PX2 walked up to the podium.

“Alright, I have two major announcements for today. Senior Crewman Stormz, will you please come forward.” He said.

Senior Crewman Stormz, not knowing why he was being called up, stood and walked to the front. He stood at the starboard side of the podium.

“This is a Message from Command, I was told to read it to the squadron at the meeting scheduled for today.” He said, as he picked up the data pad to read it. “This is to notify you of the promotion of Senior Crewman Stormz to the NCO rank of Petty Officer Second Class. He has shown his experience as a Fighter Pilot in the Imperial Navy, and has fully earned this promotion. In addition, this is also to notify you of the now Petty Officer Second Class Stormz’s change of position within Kaph Squadron. He is moved from Kaph 1-3, Flight member, to Kaph 2-1, Flight Leader and Executive Officer of Kaph Squadron. Congratulations.” C-3PX2 read, and then handed Stormz the data pad.

Stormz, after looking at the data pad, saluted C-3PX2. To which C-3PX2 returned the salute. The Now Petty Officer took his seat back with the squadron.

“Next, the bad news at this meeting. A recent member of our squadron has recently died. Petty Officer Second Class Saul Xacto was caught within a mechanical failure involving Emergency Bolts on an Escape pod on the port side of the Lobo. By the end of the incident, the hallway vented into space. The details are still being compiled together to get a full picture of what happened, but it is not good. He will be remembered as a Loyal Pilot of Kaph, and the Imperial Navy of the Vast Empire.”

C-3PX2 did not know what to say on the matter, so he moved on.

“Any Questions relating to anything?” he asked, to see no hands, “Alright … Dismissed.”

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Finish up any events that take place in Day One, by noting at the top "Day One" underlined before the text that takes place on day one. Place "Day Two" the first time you make the transition into Day Two.