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Ibram Tyrol
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  Viper Squadron: Operation Typhus
May 29, 2008 5:31:50 PM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
OOC:
Ok guys, New story. This first post is going to set the scene, along with background and important information for the up coming conflict. Anden will step in after me with the first RP post, and we'll go from there.


Operation: Typhus

From:  Coreward bound: A History of the Vast Empire by Dax Zavith. c. 50 ABY

The Drakan Crisis – 9 ABY

Background

Feeling the need to have a forward base protecting the eastern frontier, the Ios system was occupied and developed into a ‘fortress’ system - one of many that would man the frontiers early in the formation of the Vast Empire.

A small settlement was created on Ios Delta, the only planet closest to the hyperspace lanes that lead into VE space. A smaller version of the Rendili StarDrive Space Dock was towed into orbit and two Golan II space defence platforms we’re also strategically placed near the dock. Combined with the local garrison, Ios soon became a bastion of power along the eastern fringe of the Empire.

In order to maintain efficient communications between this forward out post and the rest of the Empire, the Yetton system was also occupied and developed to include a relay network. The turbulent hyperspace lanes in the area meant that you could only reach Yetton either by coming from VE space, or by going through Ios. The theory went that only a smaller garrison was needed at Yetton, as any would be invader would first have to go through Ios, or one of the other border outposts.

In the year following the collapse of the Galactic Empire upon Palpatine's death, and Imperial Warlord named Drakan fled the known galaxy, and made his own 'mini-empire' in space not far from that of the Vast Empire's.

In the year 9 ABY,  Drakan was looking to expand his holdings, and  the wealthy border worlds and outposts along the VE's eastern fringe soon become a temptation too great to resist

With his eyes set on Ios, along with the profitable Bannth asteroid facility further up the Eastern arm, he assembled an invasion force in secret. The plan Drakan set into motion that day would start with  the vulnerable Yetton system, and spread until most of the sector was torn apart by war…

The Situation

At approximately 0800 hours local time (Abrea), a code 0 emergency was received from the Viverro relay station in Yetton.

Given the symbiotic nature of the two systems, Navy high command feared that Ios had fallen too, which would allow the enemy access to the Yetton system. If this were true there now was a huge gap in the eastern frontier. Later that day, a distress signal was also received from the Bannth system.

Declaring a state of emergency, Navy high command immediately launched a battle-group to re-take the Yetton and Bannth systems.

OOC:
Which is what Kaph and Nazgul squadron respectively are doing in their missions.


At the behest of Grand Admiral Japheth, a Task Force Typhus was also created with the intent of heading straight to the Ios system. Their main goal was to investigate the situation in force, but also retake the system if possible. They would travel along the eastern frontier, and arrive from roughly the same direction as any would-be attacker.

This was to be a blind operation, as NAVCOM had no idea whether or not the garrison still existed. Still, any enemy force that was capable of taking out the garrison would have to be formidable, so Task Force Typhus was comprised to respond in kind.

Force Composition

Task Force Typhus

ISD Suspense - minor damage
4 Carrack-class light cruisers - Thespian, Dweller, Jin & ImperianThespian & Imperian destroyed
2 Strike-class cruisers - Sycorax & Twilight Pulse - Twilight Pulse damaged
2 Broadside-class cruiser KDB-1 - Thumper & Relentless
3 Lancer-class Frigates - Drifter, Slicer & Valiant
8 TIE-class squadrons - Viper Squadron(Fighter)
                                - Blue Squadron(Fighter)
                                - Hawkwing Squadron(Fighter)
                                - Phoenix Squadron(Interceptor)
                                - "The Roadrunners" Squadron(Interceptor)
                                - Delta Squadron(Interceptor)
                                - Phalanx Squadron(Bomber)
                                - Hellas Squadron(Bomber)
Hostile Forces

Officially - Unknown

Un-Officially:

1 ISD
2 Nebulon -B class Frigates
2 Acclamator II assault ships - 1 remaining
5 Tartan Patrol Cruisers - 3 remaining
12 Tie Squadrons - 10 remaining

OOC:
The enemy srength numbers will become apparent eventually, but you are not allowed to mention them until either myself, Tomas or Anden have referred to them in their own posts.


Ios Imperial Garrison

2 Golan II defence platforms - Captured, semi-operable
1 Rendili StarDrive Oribital Construction Dock(modified) - captured

1 Victory-class Star Dreadnoughts
3 Carrack-class light cruisers
2 Strike-class cruisers
2 Lancer-class Frigates
6 TIE Squadrons (2 Interceptor, 2 Fighter, 1 Bomber, 1 Scout)

(All ships destroyed/surrendered)

OOC:
The fate of the garrison as yet unknown, and their fate won't be realised for some time. Their strength is just for context, however this information may play a part later in the story. Again, no mentioning unless myself, Anden or Thomas mentions it first.


Further Details

Unknown to the Vast Empire, Drakan’s forces discovered a new way to reach Yetton, without having to go through Ios or deeper in VE space. With the relay station offline, elements of the invasion force broke off, some going to the Bannth system, whilst others doubling back to take Ios from behind.

At first, the garrison thought the new arrivals were a relief fleet, or a task force about to head out on a mission, however it soon became apparent they were not friendlies, and the garrison was taken completely by surprise.

The enemy have had time to prepare for a counter-attack, However since the enemy are expecting any such attack to come from the direction of Yetton and VE space, they will not be watching their rears too closely...

OOC:
Again, just some context, and not anything you can mention in the story.


Initial Instructions

Since Viper squadron's activity has been low as of late, we're going to skip most of the C/D for this mission. (You're all good at it anyway.) There will be no RP briefing, however you may refer back to one made by Thomas and Myself should you wish, using the information I have provided here.

At the point where the story begins, we have already set off from the staging ground at Typhus, a frontier planet further up the eastern fringe of the empire. We are en route to Ios, coming from what we think is the same direction the invaders used to reach Ios.

We're a few hours out from arrival, so most of you are either in the waiting lounge near the hanger, or hanging around your fighters. You are all ready, with your flight gear on, and any equipment you will need stowed away.

The first RP post will be made by Anden, so wait for his lead and go from there. Thomas is also returning, so he will be back as Viper 1. Anyone who joins us after the story begins can initially be written in as belonging one of the other squadrons in the task force, where they will then transfer to us once the mission is over - saves them hanging about.

Any questions, feel free to PM any of your squadron leaders. Other then that - good luck! Lets get our name back!
"I'm no Physician, but there appears to be a dagger through my chest."

- Innocence is the cost of Justice

Senior Chief Petty Officer Ibram Tyrol
Viper Squadron
Squadron Executive Officer
We fly, you die

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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
May 30, 2008 1:39:42 AM    View the profile of Anden Beliam 
It was the preemptive time before everything they had trained for would come to a culmination. Pilots ran and gathered together in full gear with their wingmates and flight members, ready to launch in a moments notice, the Vipers where waiting in the lounge while the squadrons of TIE's on board the Suspense were waiting to be launched the moment that Task Force Typhus entered the Ios system, they lacked only their pilots. The tension among everyone was thick enough you could almost bite into it. Especially among the newer pilots. He only hoped that they all would be able to keep their head cool and stay focused.


Less than twenty-four hours ago an emergency code was received from a relay station in the Yetton system. Two other task forces had already been sent out to respond. However- High Command was concerned that Ios was in danger of being compromised as well and so Task Force Typhus had been  created for the sole purpose to go and make sure Ios was secure. The mission briefing had been...well brief and to the point. Much of the situation was unknown. They didn't know even if there were any unfriendly craft in the area. They were going in blind- only knowing that there was a chance they would face resistance. It reminded Anden too much of Mjolnir, and that mission had not boded so well for Viper sqaudron.


In his mind he could still see the gaping hole in the Forerunner, and could still hear all of the shouts for help, the cries of desperation of those who had been injured in the explosion. He had not been able to help much. Anden shook his head, and focused on where he was now, with his Flight members Fulfiller and Ryno. This would be Ryno's first mission, and only after having one training session, intense as it was, with Fulfiller and Anden. Dumped into a mission much like Anden had been on his first mission. He had done well in the simulator, and Anden was confident in his abilities as a pilot.


The call signal for all pilots to report to the Hangar sounded and the vipers waiting in the lounge wasted no time in grabbing there helmets and making their way to the hangar. The hangar was a buzz of activity, even though once there they seemed to have to wait once again, and Anden took the time to give Fulfiller and Ryno a few words as technicians and droid hurried about their different duties and tasks.


“Alright, it comes down to this...just keep your heads cool and we'll do fine.” He said, nodding to Ryno, “Just like the sims.”


Except this wasn't the Simulator. Here, now- outside the cockpit was the deadly vaccum of space instead of the firm training room floor, but the principles were the same.


Ryno and Fulfiller nodded and then Tomas spoke up, “Listen up...”


Anden glanced once more at his flight members then turned towards Tomas with his helmet tucked under one of his arms. It was almost time.
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
May 30, 2008 7:30:37 AM    View the profile of Tomas 
Tomas nodded solemnly, as the crew chief gave a rundown of the problems his team had encountered with Viper's fighters, both those they'd been able to fix and those that were small and insignificant enough that they could be put off. Lately, this sort of routine had begun to bore Tomas as he fought the urge to yawn. Ever since the hangar accident his squadron had encountered during their training excercises, Tomas had had little desire to be in one any longer than necessary. It was an odd fear for a pilot, but a required point of transition from ship to space.

Tomas cringed at the thought. He had only just recently been cleared to fly following his shrapnel wound, and the thought of the accident brought up memories he'd just as soon forget.

"Looks like everything is in order," Tomas stated as the chief wrapped up the rundown. Glancing at his chrono as the two went their seperate ways. The time of arrival was dwindling with each passing second and it was just about time for them to start their flight checks. With that, the squadron commander hailed communications, passing on a message for all Viper pilots to make their way to the hangar. Already prepped for the mission, those pilots not already in the hangar emerged through the hangar doors.

"Listen up," Tomas announced to the pilots surrounding him. "For many of us, including myself this may be the largest mission you've ever been on. Don't overthink, or get stressed out. This is just like any other mission we've been on. Keep focused, keep your cool, and you'll all be back here sipping brews before you know it. Good hunting."

With that, the squadron broke up and went their own directions. Climbing into his cockpit for the hundredsth and something time, Tomas took a deep breath before running through his launch checks. Now, it was just a matter of time.
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
May 30, 2008 8:59:45 AM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
ISD Suspense
ETA to Ios: 30 minutes


Ibram sat lazily in his fighter’s cockpit, running yet another diagnostics on his systems. They had been on standby status for 3 hours already, and he this was the 5th fine he was running his pre-flight checks.

If he was honest with himself, he didn’t want to be there, in that hanger.

Ever since the incident back on Abrea, the entire squadron had become nervous in the hanger bay, like they expected something to blow up any second.

I guess nearly dieing can do that to you…

There had been no official explanation as to what happened, all they were told was that a freighter crashed into the exit tube. Ibram had heard on the grape vine that the brass suspected foul play, that he had longed since learned never to trust rumour and hear-say.

As the diagnostic machine began its routine, Ibram leaned forward to stare out of his view port onto the scene below. It was oddly empty.

The ‘accident’ had left them reeling and bloody; the skipper had been in intensive care for a week, barely out of the hospital before they were shipped off to Typhus…3 other pilots were down as well. Even with ‘Ryno’, the new recruit, the squadron was only at half strength.

Which is why this place looks so empty…there’s only us here…

Because Viper squadron was so under-strength, the captain of the Suspense had given the forward hanger bay over to Viper, to save having to make room in the main hangar bay. Whilst this had left the squadron feeling some-what isolated at times, they were still recovering mentally from Abrea, and so generally would have rather been left alone.

Ibram thought back to the speech the CO had made barely 20 minutes earlier: "For many of us, including myself this may be the largest mission you've ever been on…

No kidding, he thought.

From the sounds of things, half of the fleet had been mobilised to respond to the near simultaneous Code 0’s from Ios, Yetton and Bannth. Coupled with the incident in the hangar, Ibram was beginning to think that either the Navy was just un-lucky, or that something very, very fishy was going on.

Only time will tell…

Ibram was shaken out of his revere by the beeping of his diagnostics machine, giving him yet another green light. He decided not to push his luck, and put the machine away.

All he could do now was wait…

OOC:
I would like everyone to get in at least 1 C/D post in before we arrive at Ios. Try not to leave it too late though as I'll probably give it a week or so before we arrive anyway, so you'll just have to catch up.
"I'm no Physician, but there appears to be a dagger through my chest."

- Innocence is the cost of Justice

Senior Chief Petty Officer Ibram Tyrol
Viper Squadron
Squadron Executive Officer
We fly, you die

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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
May 30, 2008 9:46:38 AM    View the profile of Fulfiller 
Lots of changes have happened since the hanger explosion, but as the saying goes, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Lukas began to feel that way as he grabbed his helmet and made his way to the hanger along with Anden and the new pilot, Ryno. This would be his first mission in the fighter, compared to Lukas's second official mission as a member of this infamous squadron. However, now wasn't the time to live in the past glories, but it was time for some vengeance.

According to VE Intelligence, there was a Warlord named Drakan that needed to be taken out by the forces of the VEN, and this mission would either save them or destroy them. Viper Squadron, as well as other squadrons within the VEN, was called upon to be a part of a special Task Force that will enter the Ios System, a place where Lukas has never been before. Luckily, for him, this wasn't a tourist stop. This mission could spell the fate of the Vipers, now half in strength as a result of the hanger incident.

Upon reaching the hanger, Lukas took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly as he listened to Tomas speak to him. It was good to see him, for it was the first time in a while since that horrific day.  "For many of us, including myself this may be the largest mission you've ever been on. Don't overthink, or get stressed out. This is just like any other mission we've been on. Keep focused, keep your cool, and you'll all be back here sipping brews before you know it. Good hunting."

With a nod to Tomas, Lukas with towards his TIE with a jog in his step, slowly slipping on his helmet as he approached the fighter. He looked to a mech droid that was near the left wing and chirpped at him, telling him that all the diagnostics checked out. He nodded to it and gave him a couple of pats on its head as he climbed into the cockpit.

Lukas had never been in this time of mission, being one of this importance. However, this was a first time for everything, and this was certainly that time. Flipping a couple of switches, the cockpit lit to life as he awaited the signal to take off, hearing the engine begin to whine that familiar noise that it was infamous for.

((OOC: Keep this one, and delete the one above. Sorry about that))
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
May 30, 2008 10:13:12 AM    View the profile of Ryno 
Fear. If there was one word to sum up what Ryno was feeling right now that would be it. This was what he had been waiting for since he had joined, but he was new, and this wasn't a training simulator. One mess up could mean the end of him, and it could mean the end of his wing mates as well. Yea, no pressure.

“Listen up,” Tomas announced, trying to get everyone's attention. “For many of us, including myself this may be the largest mission you've ever been on. Don't over think, or get stressed out. This is just like any other mission we've been on. Keep focused, keep your cool, and you'll all be back here sipping brews before you know it. Good hunting.”

Great, that helps, I'm already stressed out.

Ryno stood up. He tried to think back to a time when he actually thought getting into a fight was thrilling, but this was different. He couldn't just activate the turrets to aim at anything that moves; now he had to focus on target, and keep his head clear. The more he thought about it though, the more he realized it wasn't much different.

He proceeded to walk towards his TIE. Ryno figured that maybe he could get his mind off of it by doing something. this isn't you, your more easy-going than this. But he didn't want to let everyone down, he'd already done that once, he didn't want to repeat it. 

“Hey, Ryno.” A hand touched his shoulder, making him jump and almost drop his helmet. Anden was standing there

“Oh, hey.” Ryno's voice was

“Doesn't sound like your that excited.” Anden seemed like he was reading Ryno's mind, maybe partly because he had been nervous even during the simulator.

“Well..”

“Don't worry about it, you'll do fine, just keep your head clear.”

“I guess.”

Anden walked off, not even continuing the conversation. Leaving Ryno standing next to his TIE. Anden was right, he knew that, but he didn't want to admit it.

Ryno pulled himself up and dropped down into the TIE. It was a little crammed, the seat,however, was soft. That's a good thing He then checked out the rest of the cockpit. In all reality it wasn't much different then the freighters he had driven, after all the only thing he had to compare it to was other than a YT cockpit was a training simulator, and even then that wasn't up to scale.

He continued to check over everything, making sure nothing was out of order, as he did he noticed that some of the fear he had once felt was starting to melt away.
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 1, 2008 10:45:57 AM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
“I’m sorry Mr. Tyrol there’s been no change. We’ve got them as comfortable as we can make them. I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

=====MESSAGE ENDS=====

Ibram sighed and deleted the message from the buffer. He was starting to get restless. The clock was ticking down, and whilst the news may have not been the best, it was a welcome distraction.

He wondered whether Jaron and Zane would see a cockpit again, even if they did wake up and recover. He has messaged the Doctor's office on Abrea just after they had departed for the rendezvous, and the reply had only just gotten to him.

For some reason, despite being able to make fast picket ships and interceptors that out out run it's own lasers, humans still had problems with creating an effective mail system.

He checked his chrono: T minus 15 minutes till they exited hyperspace. The deck crews were finishing up; making sure everything was ready for the up-coming operation – securing down loose objects, getting the ‘crash kits’ ready.

Whilst a lot of fighters either survived or got destroyed in fleet engagements, there was the odd few who suffered minor damage that whilst didn’t cripple them, made them more of a liability in a fight. Those fighters would make emergency landings in the hangar bay, and the deck crews would make emergency repairs. With any luck, those fighters would be out and about in no time.

Like anyone wants to go through that twice, he thought.

Ibram leaned back into his seat as Commander Shodon’s voice blared over the intercom:

“We are T-Minus 15 minutes en-counting. Make sure all stations are set to condition one. Fighters will launch on arrival, screening pattern Omega. Good luck.”

Luck, Ibram mused, thinking about Jaron and Zane, and all the others who had left or dies.

I wonder who the lucky ones really are?
"I'm no Physician, but there appears to be a dagger through my chest."

- Innocence is the cost of Justice

Senior Chief Petty Officer Ibram Tyrol
Viper Squadron
Squadron Executive Officer
We fly, you die

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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 2, 2008 1:48:36 PM    View the profile of Aleia Dreycon 
"Listen up," Tomas announced to the pilots surrounding him. "For many of us, including myself this may be the largest mission you've ever been on. Don't overthink, or get stressed out. This is just like any other mission we've been on. Keep focused, keep your cool, and you'll all be back here sipping brews before you know it. Good hunting."

With that, the squadron broke up and went their own directions. Aleia sighed and  ran up to tap Ibram on the shoulder. Sense comming out of her shell she was a more open pilot.

"What was that for?"

"Good luck..." 

Aleia grinned and raced past him to her fighter. Runnign her hand along the side she  climbed up and in. Quickly she strapped in and  set everythign to standby until they were ready to leave...



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When they were soon on arrival they all heard the get ready signal.

About flipping time..


She thought to herself. Her hands were aching to  grabe the stick and fly.  It was a job, but Aleia considered it freedom now. Just hopefully they would all come back in one piece.


"Yo.. Ibram.. First one to get five kills buys when we get back!!"


Yea.. it was a serious job. But why not have some humor to break the icy chill that was the waiting game.
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 2, 2008 2:57:57 PM    View the profile of Ryno 
Jacen finished his fighter check. He was getting antsy, he badly wanted to get out of the confinement of the hangar. He never could keep himself confined, unless it was in a cockpit flying through space. He always wanted more.

“So when do we get off this hunk of metal?”

“Wow, for someone who's nervous out of there mind.”  Fulfiller replied.

“Well, better get it over with than sit in this cockpit while you two have all the fun.” Jacen hadn't removed himself from the TIE he wanted to get used to the cramped space, after all he was used to the open room in a YT-2000. 

“Well, that's the spirit.”

huh, what's this? Jacen looked down at his PAC-20, a whole bunch of items started popping up , they were labeled: “flight Maneuvers”. He had forgotten that he had asked his R2 unit to install them. Convenient, really should have studied these.  It was to late now, he's have to remember to look them over later.

Minutes passed by faster than he could count. His was starting to get hot inside the TIE, he was starting to rethink putting his helmet on. “So, is there any way to turn friendly fire off?” Jacen said, his voice cracked a bit at the end.

Fulfiller laughed a little. “Sorry Jacen this isn't a Simulator.”

“Yea, and if your worried about friendly fire, you should really rethink being a pilot.” Anden was kidding around, but his voice was serious;even over the muffled sound of the commlink.

Both Jacen and fulfiller broke out into short laughter. “We'll see.” This is going to be fun. at that moment, Ryno knew he was going to do fine.
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 3, 2008 10:21:05 AM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
“Unidentified Imperial fleet, this is Ios control, please transmit your IFF.”
“No.”

- Transmission log Excerpt, pulled from a coms relay. Prior to the First battle for Ios

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ISD Suspense
En route to Ios


Commander Shoden tapped his foot on the deck plating. He hated this bit.

“Commander, we are at T minus 30 seconds.” The helmsman called to him.

Right, it’s show time…

“Coms, make sure the fleet takes formation Omega as soon as we’re out of Hyperspace. The fighter wing is to do the same. Send Viper squadron ahead on recon duty, and I want Slicer in position to back them up if needed.”

“Aye aye sir.”

Shoden looked back at his display. He had a bad feeling about this operation. It wasn’t that he thought that Typhus would go south, but it was a deeper feeling, a feeling that something much bigger was going.

Whilst skirmishes with the New Republic or Pirates happened on a daily basis, neither would be brave enough to attack a fortress world like Ios. Shoden had also heard about Yetten and Bannth, and something told him they were all connected. If this was true, then the there would be fighting on a scale not seen since the last push coreward.

I don’t like this…

The counter reached zero.

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Ibram jolted into action as soon as the view outside changed from a blue-white electrical wave to star-studded backdrop.

He cranked up his Ion engines as docking control released his fighters clamps. Nudging the throttle, he drifted forward, and dived out of the hanger bay.

Behind him, Ibram could see the other squadrons deploying from the main hangar whilst the fleet got into position.

The CO’s voice came in over the coms, “All right everyone, listen up. We’re going to be leading the charge. Everyone form up on me in wedge formation, we’re going to scout ahead. The fleet’s going to be right behind us, but we’re there eyes and ears. Let’s get to it.”

Ibram accelerated, forming up on the left side of Thomas. As the other pilots came out of the hangar bay, they fanned out to the left and right, until the squadron was in an arrow shape.

“All right Vipers, scanners up to full, and eyes ready. Who knows what’s waiting out here…”

Ibram scanned the surrounding area, picking up nothing. He listened in as Anden reported that he couldn’t pick up anything either.

That doesn’t sound right…

He decided to com the Suspense.

“Suspense, this is Viper XO. Requesting information.”

“This is the Suspense, what do you need XO?”

“We’re picking up nothing out here at the moment, are you guys getting anything?”

“That’s a…negative on that Viper.”

“Really? Not even Ion trails, or debris. Weapons residue?”

“That’s…That’s a negative on that too Viper.”

That was it. If there had been an invasion force, then they would be coming from the same route that the task was. If that was the case, then at the very least there would be faint Ion trails, or weapons discharge signatures. They had been known to last for days.

But there was nothing.

That defiantly doesn’t sound right…

OOC:
Ok guys, we're there. Not much is going to happen just yet, we have yet to discover what happened. Don't worry though, I'lll move the story on again once everyone has gotten another post or two in.  More C/D, but you can mix it with what's going on. Any problems, just gimme a shout.
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 3, 2008 1:06:48 PM    View the profile of Fulfiller 
A deep breath was let out of Lukas as he watched the hyperdrive of the Suspense slow itself to a standard stop. This was it, Lukas thought as he prepared his TIE for take-off. He enjoyed having a little laugh with Jacen and Anden, taking a little of the edge off of the situation. It was good to be a little nervous about what was about to take place, but then, the pride and courage of a pilot had to take over at some point.

Just as Lukas settled himself in for the flight, the voice of the XO came through the coms. “All right everyone, listen up. We’re going to be leading the charge. Everyone form up on me in wedge formation, we’re going to scout ahead. The fleet’s going to be right behind us, but we’re there eyes and ears. Let’s get to it.”

Lukas nodded to that as he eased his TIE out of the hanger along with the rest of Viper Squadron, leading the assault towards whatever was to come their way. Slowly pulling his fighter to the left of the formation, his eyes looked at the scanners for any signs of a recent battle. There was no traces of any wreckage or and residue that came from a battle.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

If there was a battle here, surely there was, at least, a hint of what took place here. However, the emptiness of space was all there was. Lukas looked to the scanners once more, seeing Viper Squadron as well as the Strike Force that came from the hanger. All allies, and no enemies. Was this trip all for nothing? Lukas hoped not as he continued to look around.
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 3, 2008 2:10:04 PM    View the profile of Aleia Dreycon 
“All right Vipers, scanners up to full, and eyes ready. Who knows what’s waiting out here…”



Aleia grinned under her helmet as  they were free from the  docking bay. Time for some action as she took the throttle and blasted forward. Her eyes scanning the area and she blinked back in suprise.

"What the frak?!"


Her voice zipped over the com frequency as she read her scanners. Nothing. The same from everyone else as she flipped the com over to Ibram.


"Sir.. You  sure  HQ got the corridinates right?"


"This is it.. Keep your eyes peeled..."


" Sir.. I have -"


"Don't fin-"

"A bad feelign about this..."


The coms erputed with a few snickers as Aleia finished the sentence. Then silence as they were  all a bit nervou as why there was nothing but the blackness of space.
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 4, 2008 2:28:44 PM    View the profile of Arkan-Thran 
Arkan finished the routine checks in the cockpit and powered up the engines. A faint whine of servos egded in to the audio receptors which was meant to keep such stuff out. "To sensitive" he thought. Deck hands and engineers scurried out of the hanger as the shields were lowered and the TIEs burst out of the hanger. Alecia's voice crackled over the 'net and warned of danger. Ibram was asking the sensor operator to search for ion trails and weapons discharge signatures as he couldn't hear the operator he didn't know the results but Ibram's voice was now edgey compared to his usual composure. Ibram's voice was suddenly in his ear saying"Alright  viper we've got no sensor reports so letsdo this the old fashioned way". A chorus of yes sir followed as they flew into the depths of spaceand adopted a combat formation
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 8, 2008 7:50:43 AM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
Operation Typhus
Mission time: + 30


Ibram was bored. He hadn’t been expecting that.

It had been 30 minutes since the task force had jumped into Ios, and so far, nothing. They had passed the early warning satellites a while ago, but about the only thing they could tell from them was that they were offline. That in itself was unusual, but all it really meant was that Ios control itself had switched them off – which told them nothing.

They were now travelling through one of the many particle clouds that traversed the system. Ridden with EM pulses, these ‘mists’ as they were called jammed most radar and other electronic systems. This particular mist led them on a direct route to Ios control, which is why the early warning beacon had been set up at the other end of the mists.

“Riddle me this XO,” Aleia voice came in a sort of whisper over the coms.

“If Ios is in as bad a shape as we all think it is then how come we haven’t seen any signs of it yet?”

“Well, we are in a mist two. Kinda makes it hard to scan for things like that.”

“Well duh, but we didn’t even detect any Ion traces when we came in. They even sent the Thespian on micro jumps to the other routes into the system, and still nothing. Do you think it was a false alarm?”

“Well if it is, then they owe us drinks.”

“Cut the chatter you two,” The CO’s voice cut in. “We’re about to come out of the mists.”

Slowly but surely, the fighters of Viper Squadron emerged from the mists. Before them was Ios Delta, the only inhabited planet in the system. As Fortress systems went, Ios was at the lower end of the scale because most of the planets in-system were uninhabitable. Delta itself wasn’t even that habitable, but a ground base had to go somewhere.

The mists cleared, and suddenly Ibram wasn’t as bored anymore…

“Oh Sithspit,” Aleia said. “I guess that answers that.”

“Sir…we’re getting readings now…” Anden said, almost in daze.

Ibram checked is own sensor display. Energy spikes, radiation warnings, Ion particles…Even if it weren’t for the presence of the countless husks and wreckage of ships, you could tell there had been a battle here from sensor data alone.

“Vipers, cease transmission and maintain current course. 5, 9, private channel.”

Ibram switched over to a private channel, almost immediately, Thomas spoke up;

“Ok guys, what do we see?”

Anden spoke up, “Well sir, whatever happened, it defiantly justified the code 0. There’s debris everywhere.”

“Whoever did this must have been using some sort of stealth drive, which is why we didn’t pick them up at any of the hyperspace points.” Thomas mused.

Ibram agreed with him, but something wasn’t right here. He could feel it.

“Sir, Ios control looks more or less intact. I can see the two Golan Platforms, as well as the star dock.”

“I’m also picking up the IFF’s of the Titan, and the Galacticus, who were both part of the Ios garrison,” Anden added. “I can’t really tell you much else though. All of the radiation is messing with my sensors.”

“Well, we’ll have to wait for the fleet to get here then, they’re about 5 minutes behind us. In the mean time, let’s go for a closer look.”

Ibram switched back the squadron channel as the skipper gave the order to advance. The mists ended at about a standard moon’s orbit from the planet. Ios control, which comprised of the star dock and two Golan platforms, was in a fixed orbit towards the upper left of the planet. The hyperspace route was on the other side, and the debris was scattered all over the place.

It would take them about 5 minutes to reach the edge of the debris field. 5 minutes of flying in the open.

A couple minutes later, and Ibram’s sense of unease was growing.

Why haven’t they contacted us yet?

Whether garrison had held or had fallen, whoever was in charge should have spotted them and asked for identification. But so far nothing.

“The fleet has just cleared the mists, Commander Shoden is ordering up some the light units. They’re gonna micro jump in behind us.”

Just as he finished his sentence, two lancer-class frigates and a strike cruiser appeared behind them.

“That could have been messy,” Aleia muttered.

“Ok, the Twilight Pulse is feeding me it’s sensor feed…whoah.”

“What is it?”

“Well, that micro jump sure got their attention, I’m reading some heavy coms traffic.”

Ibram towards the garrison, but didn’t see much activity.

“We’ve got movement. Three ships coming about on an intercept course from the stardock….”

“Are they part of the garrison?”

“Unknown sir”

“What about the Titan, Galacticus? Any movement?”

“No sir, they’re silent.”

Ibram frowned. Unidentified ships, friendlies with no movement. No forward pickets…it didn’t make sense. Ibram linked up with the Twilight Pulse, accessing the sensor feed that Anden was getting.

It looked like there were a cluster of contacts over by the hyperspace route, which wouldn’t make sense.

Unless…

He checked the information on the incoming vessels.

Oh frak…

He commed the CO, “Sir, which code 0 came first? Yetton or Ios?”

“Is it relevant 9?”

Ibram checked the feed again. More unidentified ships were turning towards them. The two Garrison ships were silent.

“Very relevant sir.”

“Hold on…..odd…It says here Yetton came first. That can’t be right…”

“Sir. We need the rest of the fleet, those incoming are hostile, and they have the Golan platforms.”

“How do you know that?”

“Look at the debris pattern, the position of the unidentified ships. They’re facing towards the Hyperspace route.”

“As if…as if guarding against a counter attack?”

“Correct. Further more, two of the incoming ships have profiles similar to a Tartan Patrol Cruiser.”

“So?”

“Sir…the VEN doesn’t have tartan patrol cruisers!”

“What? Oh frak….Viper Squadron, Typhus fleet. This is Chief Warrant Officer Dagoram. Ios has fallen, repeat, Ios has fallen. Assume attack positions.”

But Ibram still wasn’t done.

“Sir, you know what this means…”

“Yeah I know, they came from Yetton somehow. And Yetton leads to Bannth, and Bannth leads to the entire eastern frontier.”

Aleia chipped in, “I bet you ten credits they’re all connected.”

“I’ll take that bet.” Mira said.

“Knock it off you two.” Ibram barked.

“But I need the money…”

“Er….guys.” Lukas said tentatively. “Incoming.”

Ibram looked up towards Ios, and saw a wave of missiles heading right for them.

Oh frak it…

OOC:
Bit of a long one guys, but i needed i got us into the action at least. Feel free to write about the up coming skirmish between us and the incoming. As i've said, two of the ships are Tartan patrol cruisers. The third ships Is an Acclamator assault ship. Lets do this.
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- Innocence is the cost of Justice

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Viper Squadron
Squadron Executive Officer
We fly, you die

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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 8, 2008 2:33:00 PM    View the profile of Fulfiller 
My God, this is so boring.

Lukas thought this as he piloted his TIE through a particle cloud, seeing his scanners go fuzzy with static as the Vipers pass through the cloud. Nothing has happened so far, except for some chatter between Aleia and Ibram. Those two will always have each other to keep company. Lukas did enjoy this luxury of having an easy trip, but the length of boredom was starting to try his patience.

Not saying anything though, Lukas's mouth beamed a smile as the fleet of TIEs left the 'mists' and entered Ios space. There were a few things that Lukas had never seen before, like the fact that Ios was a Fortress system. He had only read about that during his days in Basic Training, but to see one in person was a thrill. It's too bad that thrill had to be put on hold as his scanners were going nuts with some blips and warnings. He looked ahead and saw what was driving the scanners towards the brink of overload, witnessing the leftovers of a battle.

Now, we're getting somewhere. Upon the command of the CO to turn off the coms, Lukas did so as he continued to monitor the war scene that was before the Vipers. Blown pieces of ships and fighters were everywhere, making it a bit hard to manuever through the rubble. Maintaining the course, everything was still quiet as the strike team finally arrived upon the scene.

However, that changed real quickly as Lukas spotted several red blips coming towards them. Listening intently to the conversations between Ibram and Tomas, it was apparrent that this battle was the first in a gateway towards the heart of the VE. That's not good for anyone involved, especially with the blips coming closer towards them. Even though the bet between the Vipers was a bit humorous, it would only last for a couple of seconds as Lukas finally chirped in. “Er….guys.” Lukas said tentatively. “Incoming.”

The missiles came in a pretty good clip, forcing the Vipers to scramble a bit to evade the incoming. Taking aim quickly, Lukas squeezed the triggers and unleashed a volley of cannon fire, taking out a couple of missiles as they flashed in brilliant explosions. Now, the enemy had revealled themselves as they rose from the planet's orbit.

Ibram's voice comes through the coms once more to everyone. "Alright, everyone. Time to separate here and take these scum down. First Flight, handle the strike cruiser. 5, take your flight and down those patrol cruisers and make some room for the Strike Team to approach. Let's get this done."

Everyone voiced out in a battle cry as the Vipers broke off into their flights, Lukas adjusting himself to be with Anden and Ryno as they headed toward one of the patrol cruisers with every intent to destroy this bozo. Being a couple of klicks away from it, Lukas adjusted his shields and his engines, giving his cannons a little more kick as he aimed his target at the guns of the first patrol cruiser. As the sight went green, so did he as he pressed on the triggers, hitting a couple of the lasers on its right side with precision as they were destroyed. He hoped that Anden and Ryno could finish this thing off and move on to the next one.
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 9, 2008 12:41:19 AM    View the profile of Aleia Dreycon 
“Riddle me this XO,” Aleia voice came in a sort of whisper over the coms.

“If Ios is in as bad a shape as we all think it is then how come we haven’t seen any signs of it yet?”

“Well, we are in a mist two. Kinda makes it hard to scan for things like that.”

“Well duh, but we didn’t even detect any Ion traces when we came in. They even sent the Thespian on micro jumps to the other routes into the system, and still nothing. Do you think it was a false alarm?”

“Well if it is, then they owe us drinks.”

“Cut the chatter you two,” The CO’s voice cut in. “We’re about to come out of the mists.”


Aleia chuckled but stopped the conversation as she controlled her ship. Staying close to her flight as ordered.


God I hope something happens.. I'm getting old here..


Aleia thought for a moment as they cleared the mists. Under her helmet her jaw dropped.


“Oh Sithspit,” Aleia said. “I guess that answers that.”


Her own readings were picking up the spikes as everyone else was. Looks like things wern't a waste of time after all. Aleia smiled and switched to the private channels.


"Looks like we actually get to do something!"


She replied with a staticly voice.  They closed on a ready formation. Tightening  their position as she  scanned for more readouts. A cold shudder rolled down her back  then. Somethign didn't feel right. Even if she was aching on wanting to blow some  of the enemy up.


"Sounds like your in the mood to kill.."


Came Tomas's voice. Aleia could pick up the bit of uneasiness to it.


"Killing isn't easy... Death is worse on both sides.. but it is part of war..."


She replied back. Her voice crackeling over the com to the others.


"Either way I want to fly. Im sick of  shooting up practice targets..."


"That's enough.. "


Tomas's voice broke threw. He was right of course. They had to focus. Aleia just hoped they would make it threw the mission all in j one piece. They didn't need to add more names and holo pics to the wall of heros...
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 11, 2008 8:34:24 PM    View the profile of hjmrrll13 
Hunter Morrell was scared stiff. This was his first mission since he got out of Flight School and he hadn't really even trained that much. Once he got out of Flight School, he was put in Delta Squadron. Everybody was nice to him because he was new, but he still didn't feel comfortable with them yet. Man, I wish I could have got some more training in. Almost immediately after being placed, Delta was one of the squadrons selected for Operation Typhus and here he was in a TIE Interceptor speeding through space, trying to catch up with Viper Squadron.

As fast as they were going, it would still be a while before they caught up to Viper Squadron. As Hunter flew alongside the rest of Delta Squadron, he couldn't help but wonder if this would be his last mission with them. It was a sobering thought. Even though he was really scared, he still felt pumped up because of adrenaline, but after a while even that adrenaline rush began to fade and fatigue began to set in. Its not surprising after all these hours in space, how I lonely and cold I feel.

All of the sudden the com unit started to crackle. “Delta Squadron, report.” Delta Leader said. Soon, a chorus of voices rang out, each one reporting in. When it got to Hunter, he reported in and relaxed inside the cockpit. It was soothing for him hear someone talk after maintaining comm silence for so long, and all of his doubts were washed away because he knew that his squad mates would be watching his back as much as he would be watching their backs. I wonder if we are near Viper yet? He was anxious to hear about how close they were to Viper Squadron.
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June 11, 2008 10:50:48 PM    View the profile of Sicario 
It's cold. Damp. It's the brig, and I happen to be in it. Myself and some malfunctioning droid whom had "stolen one too many pudding snacks from the mess hall."

For the past four hours, Phineus couldn't help thinking to himself. After he participated in the training mission Anden set up for the squad, he was escorted to his cell. Ibram caught up to him, and he had to serve his disciplinary time. He had snapped at Ibram, and neglected to help out the squadron for quite some time after the last mission. He had hated it, but he knew he must do it.

I shouldn't have done it, there was just so much pressure. No matter what he tried to think to justify his actions, deep down he knew he was in the wrong. And it ate at him. He wanted to make up for what he did so badly, like an itch he couldn't reach. But it's what he deserved, and somehow, someway, he'd make up for it. He just knew he would.

He had felt pressured by trying to become as good a pilot as his peers, trying to discover who his father was, and his recent adventure of sending holo-vids back and forth with his new best friend, as they called eachother, Kayla. But none of that was excuse enough. And he knew it.

"Pudding snack?" The loose-wired droid inquired.
"It was his destiny to join the Empire. He saw death, hatred, evil. How he came out sane, I may never know. If he can control his fear, then Phineus' potential will never be greater."

"Acid rain, when Abel looked up at Cain.."

“Phin…you are one odd quack.
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 12, 2008 2:49:46 AM    View the profile of Anden Beliam 
“Make sure you aren't flying straight, gents.” Anden spoke firmly over the the com, “It's what those gunners love.”


He was glad to see that Fulfiller had locked in tight, but he didn't want to see him locked onto by the cruisers cannons. They needed to work quick and effective. Anden watched as His and Ryno's fire joined in battering the shields along with Fulfiller's. They did well weakening them, but they needed to get through them and immobilize, or destroy the ship if they could.


After the first pass the shields had been weakened a fair amount. As they streaked along the side and pulled away, the wheels in his head had already been working out a plan. He hated breaking up the three man flight, but  the plan he had formed was the best option to engage the Cruiser. The cruisers engines created a nice bulk head to prevent the ship from defending effectively against a rear attack. If they could get the captain to throw the a good portion of the shields to the forward position, there was a strong chance they would at least be able to render the ship virtually dead of movement by attacking the weaker shields.


“Fulfiller, Ryno- you two come about and attack from three point two seven. Remember to not keep too straight a line- give those cannons a work out.” He said, getting ready to signal them to break, “Hit this lug with maximum fire power but don't shoot more than one missile a piece. I'll be following up quickly from the opposite direction.”


His voice came out swift and precise- relaying the message to the his wing mates, “Watch each others backs and let's do this!, On my mark, break formation and begin your attack pattern.


Three, two, one...mark!” He ordered, ready to execute and follow through on his part.


He kept note of the two as they rolled away from him and began to set up for their attack run. He kept note of any unfriendly TIE's in the immediate vicinity. One crossed just out of his line of sight and he turned hard fighting against the g-force as he strained to get and keep the fighter in sight. He checked his flight map and could see that the duo was still setting up for the forward attack would give him a little bit of time. This skirmish would also help take him out of the Cruisers scopes.


This was what he was, a pilot trained for the utmost efficiency. There was something about knowing that the outcome of any dogfight, any run against a larger craft than the one he was flying could be the last thing he would remember. And knowing that kept him sharp, alert and tuned into the craft he was flying as well as those he flew with...and against.


He shot at the enemy fighter, going for a herding effect more than for the kill. He let his actions go, letting his instincts and familiarity of his own starfighter take hold of him and guide him on what to do. His breathing pattern was calm and serene, the time almost right to execute his own attack run on the vessel.


“Starting our attack now.” Fulfiller chimed in, and sure enough he could see the torrent of fire coming from the exact attack line he had ordered them at.


The Cruiser reacted in turn angling itself to open fire on the incoming fighters while Anden chased the fighter towards the unsuspecting Tartan. Seconds after the duo's barrage began striking onto the welcoming shields, Anden's hands were light on his controls locking onto the bogey as it aligned with Anden's true target.


He let a volley of five max powered shots at the fighter hitting it one, two, three and four of the times out of five. The pylon between the cockpit and heat disbursement panels ruptured before the pilot could correct it's course sending the  fighter pummeling towards the ship as a precursor to the fire power that would come from Anden. Shortly before the fighter collided with the Tartan Cruiser designated Harbinger, Anden blind shot two missiles at the glowing engines. He didn't have time to wait for tone, and he didn't have time to not fire. He let loose in single fire of what was left of his maximum fire power and kept it up until he only had a handful of shots left. Fortunately, it seemed to be enough.


The Cruiser's movement slowed until it came to stand still in space, the glow of it's engines light sputtering out giving in to defeat. Anden smiled as Ryno burst out a triumphant cheer over the com. Anden couldn't keep the wide grin off his face hidden behind his dark gray helmet. He was sure that they were alright, he could feel that it was so. He figured that was just the optimism coming from being a Flight leader. Sure enough, both pilots checked in as being at full operation after he inquired.


“All right then, Let's clean this thing up and take out any cannons still functioning and blast that...” Anden began to say as he flew away from the Harbinger, getting ready to make another run on it. They would have been more effective staying apart for now to make it harder for the slower cannons to follow their flight path, however he was interrupted by an alert notifying him of another incoming ship. Two more larger ships.


“Anden, are you getting this?...” Ryno asked, his voice sounding more concerned with each syllable.


“Yes,” he said shortly in reply, “Keep up with taking out those cannons, I don't know if we will have time to take it out.” he said quickly.


“Ibram, I have two more more ships inbound. One Frigate- Nebulon Class, and an Imperial Star Destroyer.” he said while checking his flight map, “Seven klicks and closing...fast. Looks like our welcoming committee just got bigger.”


Anden heard an indecipherable 'Frak' in return. Where there were capitol ships there would also be a good number of fighters. The Task Force had a good number to intercept these, but Anden couldn't help the feeling they had not seen the last of this enemies forces. For one, they had to have had a large enough force to quiet the garrison force and that didn't bode well.


“Ibram, we have nearly taken care of the one of the Tartan Cruisers, we will do what we can with the other. Do you copy? Over.”


“Roger that Beliam.” Ibram said, then he continued to give out orders for the other flights and contacted the SC's of the other squadrons.


“Alright guys, same song and dance.” he said giving out the order for them to take the second Tartan head on as he saw Ryno and Fulfiller take out the last of the Harbingers cannons, “We can do this you guys, we can take them. Now lets help take out some more of their firepower.”


He could only be wonder what was going through Ryno's head right now. Whatever happened, he knew that as long as they stayed somewhat close together, they would do alright together as they had with taking out the first Cruiser. They still held the upper hand over the enemy ships...for now. Only time would tell if it would stay that way.


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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 12, 2008 11:39:08 AM    View the profile of Sicario 
The pudding made the past few hours mildly bearable. The steel was cold, the dim blue light barely broke through the windows of the cell. Minute bits of space were available for Phineus to marvel at. He'd really come in contact, closer than ever before, to his thoughts. He'd been able to sort them out, for the first time ever, being able to carefully place them in their respective groups and slots, such as his  A9G Archive droid did.

In the hours that felt like days, he was able to re-construct his mind. Make it all make sense. He had always felt like a pessimist, a "the plane crashed before it even took flight" outlook, but for once, he was learning to look at the upside of things. He was finally able to find the dim, blue light in the dark cell of life. Maybe this was exactly what he needed, to clear his mind of his worldly-woes, and to not be such an "odd-quack."

"Gage," the jailor alerted from his comfy chair outside the cell's walls, "visitor."

In rolled his best friend, or best non-human friend, T3-K1. For a droid, T3 was extremely caring, if such emotions were possible for him and his cheese-wheel shaped head. He let out some "woos" and beeps, all of it making perfect, intellectual sense to Phineus.

"Ah, don't worry little guy," Phin began in that big-brother tone, "just needed to make something of my thoughts. I just can't wait to... TK!"

Phineus couldn't help but go from a state of eye-popping shock, to a deep laughter. He hadn't laughed so hard in ages it seemed. While trying to inform TK of his jailed experiance, the tiny droid had reached his tiny, mechanical arm-attachment out, subtley and slowly, revealing a copy of a gentalmens magazine. TK tried to explain himself.

"As much as I appreciate the gesture, I think I'd rather be alone to my thoughts. But thanks, little guy." Phin patted the droid's head through the metal bars, smiling all the while.

Their time was up, and TK reluctantly drew back to Phin's room, giving one last goodbye to his human friend. Phineus was once again left to contemplate away the time, awaiting for something, anything.

He dug into the last of the pudding snacks the malfunctioning droid had given him, tossing the empty cups into a pile in the corner.

"Ya know," Phin began, "the vanilla tastes like a bantha's behind."

The droid nodded in agreement, Phin nodded in thought. This was the brig.

"I'm Phineus Gage." He stated.

"I'm IT-95, professional pudding theif."

The two shook fleshy/metallic hands, and sat, awaiting anything.
"It was his destiny to join the Empire. He saw death, hatred, evil. How he came out sane, I may never know. If he can control his fear, then Phineus' potential will never be greater."

"Acid rain, when Abel looked up at Cain.."

“Phin…you are one odd quack.
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 13, 2008 12:55:55 AM    View the profile of hjmrrll13 
Its amazing how slowly time goes by in space. Or at least our perception of it.

Hunter and the rest of Delta Squadron were still tearing through space, just trying to reach Viper Squadron, wherever they were, before they reached the enemy, whoever they were. To Hunter, it seemed as if they were no closer to Viper Squadron than when they started after them. When are we going to see some action. It seemed to Hunter that they were just going to roam endlessly until the end of time.

Then, he saw something ahead that looked vaguely like a battle. No, it can't be. Simultaneously, the comm crackled.

“Delta Leader, movement ahead. Over.”

They flew a little bit farther and it became clear that the movement was Viper Squadron... and the enemy! Delta rushed a fast as they could to assist them. This is it. I'm not sure I can do this.

When Delta reached the battle, they weren't attacked right away because it seemed that all of the enemy was already occupied with Viper. If they was, then all Delta had to do was wait until the opportune moment to strike and they could take a ship out of the battle. Luck was not with them because before they could find their moment, they were attacked by the only Acclamator II assault ship left. Thank the Empire our TIEs are fast If not for the Interceptors, they would have been blown to bits. It appeared to Hunter that their Interceptors were the fastest ships out here. Hmmm. That might work for our advantage.

Soon, a squadron of enemy TIEs started to pursue them in addition to the Acclamator's lasers. That was even harder because they had to watch both the TIEs and the Acclamator. One little mistake and Delta was short a pilot. Hunter was flying as fast as he could go when an enemy got a lock on him. He barrelrolled and somehow lost the lock. Then he noticed that he had a clear shot of a TIE that looked to be about to chase after his wingmate, Jade. Amazingly, he got a lock on one and shot it dead center before the other TIE could react. When it swung around to find out who had shot its wingmate, Hunter got a lock on it and shot one of its wings off, which crippled it and made it veer out of control and crash into another enemy TIE. Hunter couldn't believe it. Not only did he shoot two TIEs down, one of the TIEs taking out another, but he did it in about four seconds, all of it in his first battle. [Am I that good or did I just get lucky?[/i]
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 13, 2008 11:36:50 PM    View the profile of Ryno 
your out of your mind. Jacen could hear is dad as if he was sitting right next to him in that cockpit, and at the moment it was getting the better of him. He just couldn't do it, he had been in worse situations, but nothing like this. I can't have you risking your life, it's not right I can't lose my best pilot. It was getting to much, Jacen just knew he was going to blow up. You'll never do anything great.

“SHUT UP!!!!” Ryno yelled out loud, not even realizing he had the commlink open.

“Jacen, now isn't a good time to be rude to authority.” Anden said, replying.

“Sorry, I'm fine.” He really wasn't, but he wanted to think he was. Something told him to calm down, but his father was haunting him. If it's not one thing, it's always another. He thought glumly.

“It's alright, just focus”

Jacen did as he was told. He grabbed the control stick tighter, feeling his hands get tense. The very thought of running straight for a creature that he had no clue about, that was hundreds of times bigger than his fighter. It was a scary thought, as it spat red hot flames towards him. Keep your cool

“Alright, I'm going in.” He kept his finger on the trigger, he removed his other hand to check targeting systems and make sure he would be able to stay on target even if he had to jerk and move evasively. AS he checked everything, something interesting popped up on his radar. “Uhhh, guys, somethings moving in on our position and fast, and it's not friendly.”

“Alright, stay steady, if we need to we'll break off, just concentrate on the target.” Anden said.

Jacen wasn't so sure, whatever the red blips on his radar was it definitely was coming fast.

“I take that back, break off, let's try and lose these guys.”

“Yes, sir.” Both Jacen and fulfiller said at the same time, and then followed orders.

Jacen  started into a barrel roll and pitched upward so that he would end up facing his adversaries. And he was shocked to find out what he saw startled him beyond what he could comprehend, staring him straight in the face.

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385 words (huh, I should really raise that count...)
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 14, 2008 11:21:25 AM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
Ibram let off a volley of tracer shots, vaporising the TIE Fighter he had been chasing, Arkan flying closely on his wing. Together, the two of them along with the skipper and 1st flight were keeping the enemy fighters busy whilst the flotilla tried to take down the Acclamator-class assault ship.

They fact that they were even fighting Imperials hadn’t fazed the task force in the slightest. Whilst quite often Imperial factions would fight their common enemy – The New Republic – from time to time there would be in- fighting, especially on the fringes where the rebels had little sway.

The skipper and Ibram had concluded that it was probably the same guy attacking Yetton and Ios aswell.

Ibram saw one of the tartan patrol cruisers blow apart out of the corner of his eye, and Anden’s voice came over the coms;

“Ibram, I have two more ships inbound. One Frigate- Nebulon Class, and an Imperial Star Destroyer. Seven klicks and closing...fast. Looks like our welcoming committee just got bigger.”

“Frak.” The rest of the fleet was still a good five minutes out, and the new arrivals were nearly on top of them…

“Ibram, we have nearly taken care of the one of the Tartan Cruisers, we will do what we can with the other. Do you copy? Over.”

“Roger that Beliam”, Ibram pulled his fighter about, searching for Thomas and the rest of the first flight. He saw Aleia and Mira tailing a pair of bombers, taking them out before they could do any damage.

“Aliea, Mira, once you’re done with those two form up on me and Arkan.”

Anden and his flight had just started engaging the other patrol cruiser, whilst the strike cruiser and the two carracks were busy trading blows the Acclamator. He recognized one of the them as the Thespian, the ship that brought him to the VE in the first place.

Fancy that…

His revere was cut short as dozens of Interceptors screeched by him.

“Viper 9, this Is Delta 1. Need a hand?”

Ibram grinned.

“Sure do Delta, I seem to have lost the SC though. If you see him, remind him there’s a war on.” 

“Will do Viper, Shoden’s brining the rest of fleet in ASAP.”

Ibram watched as three squadrons of interceptors raced towards the looming enemy vessel. The Twilight Pulse, Thespian and the Imperian also redoubled their efforts, pouring shot after shot into the ship.

“All Interceptor wings, target the vital areas. One missile on my mark…mark!”

The Acclamator didn’t stand a chance. Ibram watched as it slowly came apart under the constant pressure of missiles, explosions, and laser batteries. Off to the side, the other tartan patrol cruiser tried to make a break for safety whilst desperately trying to fight off Anden and his pilots.

All of a sudden, Thomas IFF beacon appeared on the radar, he was flying around the Thespian.

“Ahh there you are skipper, I was wondering about you.”

“Don’t get cheeky 9, I was trying to fend off some bombers.”

“right, and I starred in an Agatha Christie holodrama.”

“Who?”

“Nevermind, Shoden’s brining in the fleet behind us, we should refor-”

Ibram was cut short as long-ranged laser batteries slammed into the Thespian’s engines. It’s bridge went dark, and it’s propulsion systems started bellowing smoke.

“Frak, the Thespian’s dead in the water. Skipper, I thin you should-”

But before Ibram could finish, several more battery shots slammed into the downed cruiser. Not able to withstand the punishment, the ship blew apart in a violent explosion.

“Thomas!” Ibram shunted some more power to the engines and raced towards the growing debris field. Behind him, the Twilight Pulse and the Imperian had stopped.

Ibram searched desperately for any sign of Thomas or his fighter, but found nothing.

He can’t be dead, not now, not after everything…

And then heard it. It was faint, but it was there none the less.

Twilight Pulse, this is Viper XO. Our skipper in EVA. I repeat, our skipper is EVA, request immediate pick up over.”

“Roger that Viper, tag him and we’ll see what we can do.”

Ibram highlighted toms position on the radar.

He looked over towards Ios. The ISD and the Nebulon Frigate were getting closer; on top of that, Ibram could make out more movement around the Golan platforms.

This is going to get rough…

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Just writing Thomas out of the story, so that it doesn't seem weird that he's not posting.

Some general admin:

Sicario - I'll write in the incident that frees you in my next post, so hang in there.

Anden: In your next post, you could write in that the destruction of the other Carrack Cruiser, and the Twilight Pulse being damaged. At that point, the rest of the fleet catches up to us via another micro-jump stunt.

Everyone else: Until Anden gets his post in, just write about the skirmish we just fought.

On a final note, I'm going to be updating the factfile to show what ships still in action.

Carry on
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 14, 2008 1:00:59 PM    View the profile of Sicario 
Phineus was lying on his back -one hand acting as a pillow, the other resting on his chest- on the cold, hard, metallic bench. He couldn't sleep, his mind was too busy regretting his actions, and his back was in too much pain. But he was able to close his eyes and imagine himself back on Coruscant, resting beneath the stary moonlight, a swift breeze rubbing against his youthful albeit tired face.

A sharp clang-clank withdrew him from his semi-nap, he arose. On the other side of the bars was the jailor, most likely coming to give Phin a hard time. He was an older man, with aging blue eyes outshone by white hair from his chin to his head.

"Did I wake you?" The jailor inquired in an old, raspy tone.

Phin sat up, rubbing his face with his hands, "Wasn't sleeping." His words came out tired and deep.

The jailor happily grunted, "Whaddaya in here for?"

Phineus peeked his eyes through his hands, feeling strange from the attempt at conversation from a complete stranger, "Insubordination, got a little lippy with a higher-up and um," Phineus finally heard how bad this all sounded out loud, "failed to help my crew after a mission."

The jailor looked surprisingly un-surprised, "Ah, well, you're a young, stupid kid still. I'm sure there are no hard feelings."

Phineus let out a small chuckle, "Guess that's true."

"Ya know, when I first joined the Navy," the jailor laughed at his memories, "back in my hay-day, I was like you. Young, overconfident, cocky, you're probably a joke-ster am I right?"

Phineus nodded his head, the Jailor continued, "Yes, good times. I tell ya what, you're not done getting in trouble, plenty of that ahead for ya."

Phineus felt an odd sense in his stomach, and it worked it's way to the front of his mind, a weird sense of trust for some reason, "Do you have any regrets?"

The jailor stood against the bars, and his eyes drifted from Phineus' to the ceiling, "You can't live life without them. There's something you need to know, kid, a piece of advice that even I still need to learn. Even in all my years, I still act naive about it. I'll tell you this much; in life, you'll always have bad things happen to you. You'll always have bad experiances. You'll have agony, pain, heartache, betrayel, and those little regrets. But all those experiances, good or bad, they're not what make you you, it's how you handle those experiances, how you learn from them and act on them, that shapes you, molds you into the person you'll become. But deep down, the person who you'll become is who you already are, you just have to find yourself."

The words hit Phineus oddly hard, struck his mind like nothing he's ever heard before. He felt some odd sensation work it's way into his chest.

Was this how it felt to have a father? Someone to give some sense of life advice for the better? Phin mused.

His jaw opened as if to say words, but he was speechless.

"Don't say anything kid," the jailor said, "you don't have to."

The jailor gave a firm nod, and began to trek back to his office, "Thanks." Phineus said, the only thing he could say. "It was nice meeting you."

The jailor smiled, "You didn't, the name's Berg Jo-kash. Hope you get back up in the sky soon, Phin."

He winked, and walked away. Phin sat there in awe, he had a whole new lot to think about.
“Phin…you are one odd quack."
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 15, 2008 1:42:36 PM    View the profile of Fulfiller 
Time to dance.

That was Lukas's thought as he raced across the first Cruiser with Ryno by his side, unloading his maxed cannons upon the laser turrents as they executed Anden's plan to a tee. A couple of the turrents exploded upon impact, showing that this ship was losing its shields in a hurry, and that was the cue to end the life of this ship once and for all. The TIE went from side to side to avoid any blasts from coming his way, making it all the more easier for Lukas to take the shields down lower with more blasts from his cannons. With Anden's missiles connecting with the engine, Lukas pulled his fighter away from the Tartan Cruiser Harbinger, leaving it for dead as the engines died out. Several nods came from him while hearing Ryno celebrate over the coms.

However, this celebration was short-lived with Ryno's voice coming over the coms about the incoming ships. Lukas had forgotten that this was only the beginning of the assault, and it was just about to get worst for them if the rest of the Strike Team didn't show up on time. It was time to strap himself in for the fight of his life, and he meant that, too. If there was failure in this mission, then all of them could just kiss their lives goodbye. This wasn't meant to be for them, for they were fighters until the end.

Anden's voice came through the coms again, this time with some orders as Lukas aimed his TIE towards the second Tartan Cruiser. “Alright guys, same song and dance.” he said. “We can do this you guys, we can take them. Now, let's help take out some more of their firepower.”

"Yes, sir!" Lukas and Jacen said at once as they began their approach towards the other cruiser, ready his cannons to be the same amount of punch that he gave to the first ship. This one would end up like his brother before him: dead in space.

As the TIE targeted the ship, Lukas couldn't help but wonder what Ryno was thinking inside his ship. Here, a mere rookie was helping saving the VEN from a disaster that could cripple them forever if they lose. There was so much pressure in that, and Lukas knew it as well, especially with it being Ryno's first official mission. However, Lukas snapped himself back in focus as flashes of green lasers were launched from Ryno's TIE. A smile crept on his face as he squeezed the triggers tight, unleashing his shots onto the Tartan Cruiser to weaken its shields. Same as last time, dodge and fire.

A couple of turrents erupted in blazing explosions as Lukas's TIE raced towards the end, seeing Anden's TIE set for his end of the deal. With a couple of more shots that drilled the Cruiser with heavy impact, Lukas pulled the fighter away from its impending doom. However, there would be no celebrating this time because this journey has only just begun.
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 17, 2008 3:10:02 PM    View the profile of Jade 
Jade jerked her yoke around to the right, then to the left, attempting to shake her TIE pursuer. After her wingman, Hunter,  shot down not only one, but two TIE fighters, freeing her up to go after the new enemy that had just engaged Hunter’s tail.  Unfortunately, her green-horn style of flying allowed the fighter to fall away from Hunter, and sneak up behind her, nearly having her in range to lock-in and fire. Luckily, to make up for her lack of offensive flying skill, she was highly adept to the art of defensive piloting. She managed to keep the TIE fighter guessing, while controlling her TIE to swift perfection. Hunter zoomed ahead of her, his Ion engines glowing with that blue tint she had come to know all too well.

“Hang on,” Hunter’s voice crawled throughout the comm; “I’ll change direction and come back around.”

A defining feature for Jade was clearly her stubbornness, her ‘I can handle anything,’ type of outlook. It was an undeniably grand feature for most situations, but when your wingman offers to help take your encroaching enemy from off your tail and you deny it, it tends to work against you.

“Negative on that, Hunter,” Jade reported, “I’ve got this one handled; go try your luck helping Viper out.”

I hope I have this handled, Naheed thought to herself.

Jade’s mind was focused on what defensive maneuver to try out next, to keep her enemy guessing and accounting for her actions. Whilst mulling over her next move in her arsenal, she nearly felt the heat of the enemy TIE’s lasers skim over the top her craft. It was a near miss; she witnessed the green energy trail off into dead space.

Woah, she mused, c’mon Naheed, you’ve got this.

Jade began to excel, the pressure threw her head back a bit. The sweat was really uncomforting now, her hair within her helmet was glued to her face from the salty, and chloride based liquid perspirating out from every pour in her body. She took in a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself, and her body, down a bit. She knew she was better than this. But should she open the comm to Hunter and get that help he so graciously offered? Or could she hang in there for just a bit longer to get the window of opportunity she desperately needed. She knew she was better than this.

“You still in range, Hunter?” Jade chimed in.

“Closer than you think.” Hunter replied.

Jade had a plan. She was better than this, and she was smarter as well. She had just got out of training in these types of situations, she had known what to do then, she sure as frak knew what to do now.

“Can you pull off the Sandwich,” she asked, then reiterated, “Check that, think we can pull it off?” She wanted to assure Hunter, who had a tendency to become a slight bit annoyed when his wingmanship was tossed away due to Jade’s stubborn tendencies.

“I’m on my way. “ Hunter declared, sounding slightly excited that he was finally able to fight, truly fight, alongside his wingman.

Jade slowly positioned her TIE to the left, barely noticeable to the enemy at her slow rate. In no time, Hunter was positioned in the right quadrant behind the enemy, everything was going smoothly. Jade kept her speed, and keeping a keen eye on her system’s readouts, making sure that they were all in the correct alignment for this move to successfully work out. And all read well. Jade knew that if she wasn’t able to pull away and excel quick enough, she could end up as a carbon creating spec of vapor in the giant void of space.

“Alright, Jade,” Hunter reported, “I’m all go.”

Upon receiving the green light from Hunter, Jade began to veer off to the left, and just as she had hoped, the attacker followed. For him, it was the open-door to his momentous demise. Hunter heard the smooth tone of his targeting system lock onto the TIE, all he needed was for Jade to give him the OK. But it didn’t come.

What if I don’t excel fast enough? What if he ends up hitting me also? She couldn’t help but have these unsure thoughts skim through her mind. It was odd. She was completely confident in not only her abilities, but those of Hunter’s also. Right? Wasn’t she? No. Of course not. She hadn’t been confident of much at all for the past 21 years. She had vowed to herself that this was the time to change her life, and that meant changing her thoughts as well. She could do this, and will. Hunter’s aim was perfect, and she now knew it.

“Now!” She alerted Hunter.

Not a second passed before Hunter’s cannons ignited green energy which found their way burning through the evil TIE. Jade had excelled the slightest of seconds prior to his shooting, and was more than far enough away from the blast. She didn’t even feel a slight shudder. She did it. They had done it. They were both now in the clear to continue helping the Viper squadron, and their momentum was at an all time high.

“Excellent shooting, Hunter.” She announced.

Hunter immediately chimed his rebuttal, “Amazing pilotship, Jade. Glad you’re on my side.”

Jade and Hunter took to their formation- Hunter took to the upper right quadrant, Jade to the lower left. They flew tight and close, their connection was even tighter. Alone, they may have been run of the mill, but together, they worked soundly, moving without friction. Jade’s mind grew more and more positive of their abilities. She felt more confident in her own as well. Not so much how good of a pilot angle, but on her quick thinking under pressure. Maybe not as quick as she’d like it to be, but good enough to get herself out of danger, and to learn a bit of team work in the process. Hunter and herself began moving starboard, getting themselves back into the fight. 

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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 18, 2008 1:09:32 AM    View the profile of Anden Beliam 
After giving the second Tartan Cruiser, Firestar, a good amount of pounding it was nearly dead in space with no more operational cannons. Anden could feel the sweat dripping down his face in side his helmet. He steadied his breathing and was getting ready to set up on his last run just as Fulfiller and Ryno were beginning theirs. He glanced at his flight map and picked up new set ships coming from the opposing ISD. He quickly accessed there incoming speed and the direction of their flight path.


He heard Ibram call out an EVA for Tomas and noted also that they had lost one of the cruisers. Anden grimaced at the thought that Tomas might not make it. But they still had a mission to do, and their cruisers were now in trouble of following the Thespian to the graveyard. Anden keyed into the com and told his flight to break off their last run, since the Firestar would not be able to any damage in the near future, and told them to form up ad attack the incoming fighters.


As Fulfiller and Ryno came up in formation he realized that they were going to need help. Delta had confirmed that they would be available to help Viper, And he was going to need help taking out this new threat if they wanted to keep the Twilight Pulse.


“Viper 5 to any Delta's out there, come in- over.” Anden said as he and his two wingmen screamed towards the incoming Tie Bombers. He dumped some of his laser energy to his engines pushing for more speed. He knew that if the bombers were able to fire on the cruiser it would be done for.


“This is Delta 7 and 8, we read you Viper 5, go ahead.” A female voice came over the com. Anden spotted the two Delta's.


“We have incoming bombers coming in at your 7 o'clock from the ISD. They are on course to fire on the Twilight Pulse, care to lend us a hand?” He asked, pushing his fighter even more for speed.


“Gladly, Got anything in mind?” Delta 7 asked back as he saw the two interceptors pulled around to direct the path for the Bombers flight path.


A grin appeared on Anden's face invisible behind his helmet. This was what he loved. The planning and executing of evasive maneuvers. They wouldn't be able to reach the fighters before  He knew that for the most part bombers flew in a nearly dead straight line. Right now the bombers were getting close to their brink of their targeting radius. They might have just enough time.


“We need to get on a course intercept directly between the bombers and the Twilight Pulse. Let's move!” Anden said as he barrel rolled up and over to put himself on the collision course with one of the bombers.


“Everyone target one of the bombers and get ready to fire....” Anden eyed the distance carefully. He listened as the others gave the Tie they were taregeting. The bombers would soon be acquiring tone and he could almost here the preemptive pings that came before the lock on turned to red. The steady flow of double clicks came through in affirmation that they were all waiting for further orders.


There was only five of them and a full Squadron of Tie bombers. Hopefully, just maybe, they would be able to stop enough of the missiles from finding their target. Unblinking he watched the distance shrink down until at last...


“Everyone Fire!” Anden said firmly.


In near perfect synchronization the green fire from their Tie's lanced out towards Bombers shortly after they began firing their missiles. Being in the direct line of fire there laser cannon fire collided and melded together with part of the blue streaking proton torpedoes in a spectacular display of explosion. But Anden wasn't smiling. A good majority of the missiles had not been hit and had been beyond the explosions or had been outside of them.


“Let's clean them up! Don't stop firing until they are all space debris.” Anden ordered as he pummeled a bomber with a few direct hits once it was in firing range and did not even watch as it gave up the ghost before he rained down on another fighter. The proton torpedoes would soon begin taking down the Cruiser if they let too many of the bombers get a second round on the Twilight Pulse. It was already down to zero shields and was only as few more torpedoes away from making it's last run.


However, the bombers began a different approach as Imperian's captian let the ship draw too much out of formation making it an easier target. Before Anden and the rest of his flight and Delta's could pin them down each of the remaining bombers launched double blue streaks at the remaining forward Carrack Cruiser. It was one of the moments in life where everything happens in slow motion and there is nothing you can do to force yourself or your craft to move fast enough. Even his laser fire seeming to be moving like the contents of a gruel ration pack rolling down a thread.


They each in turn took out the remaining Bombers, but the damage had been done. They all watched, helplessly, as the cruiser took the hits and gave off the first tell tail signs of a ship going bottom up with the small blossom explosions occurring through out the hull of the ship- then the last throw of the ship and it ignited the blackness of space.


Anden wasn't sure how but he could feel the quick ending pain, the hysteria the people had felt in the moment before the Imperian went up in flames. Then...finally some good news reached out to Anden through his sensors. More inbound ships...the rest of the Fleet had arrived. And not a moment too soon.


“Ibram, looks like Shoden finally decided to show up.” Anden said with a smile as he turned in formation with the mix-n-match of fighters and squadrons to engage in a dogfight with more inbound Tie I's.


“Copy that Beliam, I read them...” Ibram replied, a tone of relief strong in his voice.



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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 20, 2008 4:45:28 PM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
Ibram looked on in desperation as missile after missile slammed into the Imperian, taking out its shields, then its communications, then its engine…finally, a stray missile hit the bridge and the whole ship broke apart from the inside out.

As he banked around, trying to avoid enemy interceptors that had caught them up, he surveyed the situation: Both carracks gone, the skipper EVA, and the Twilight Pulse had no shields. On top of that, an ISD and a Neub were bearing down upon them.

This is so frakked up…

Suddenly, his radar started to beep wildly, and Anden’s weary but excited voice came in over the coms, “Ibram, looks like Shoden finally decided to show up.”

He looked around and saw the rest of the fleet practically on top of them, fighters bailing out of the hangers as fast as they could

“Copy that Beliam, I read them...”

Up ahead, the ISD and the Neubulon-B slowed down. Obviously out-numbered, they weren’t as willing as their former comrades to get stuck in. Commanders Shoden started issuing orders over the fleet channel,

“Sorry we’re late gentlemen, but we had to load the fighters up before we could do another micro-jump.”

There was a brief pause.

“Let’s not let the Imperian and the Thespian’s sacrifice go in vein. We will take the fight to the enemy. We will retake Ios!”

There was a general cheer over the coms. Personally, Ibram though this was a bad time for speeches.

“Alright, Everyone get in formation Gamma-Delta. Viper, Delta and The Roadrunners will lead the way. Captain Meredith, assume position at the rear of the fleet until your shields are repaired.”

Ibram brought his fighter about. Up ahead, he saw Delta squadron finishing off what was left of the Interceptors. He noticed a frenzied dogfight over to the edge of the engagement zone. Two Interceptors from Delta squadron were duking it out with two enemy interceptors, and neither party was winning.

He hit the accelerator and headed towards the fight. Timing his moves carefully, he slipped in behind one of the enemy fighters and fired some shots of to their port side. This caused them to doge the other way, right into the tracer fire coming from one of the Delta’s. Flying trough the growing debris field, Ibram pulled hard on the stick, and watched as the last bogey went up in flames.

A female voice came in over the coms, “Thank you for your assistance sir.”

Ibram smiled, such politeness was a rarity in the Navy. They must be new.

“Not at all pilot, what’s your call sign?”

“Jade sir, Delta Squadron. My partner here is Hunter.”

“Fresh out of the Academy?”

“er..yes sir. How’d you know?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll see soon enough. The two of you form up on me. We’re going to lead the way.”

The two pilots gave their affirmatives and formed up either side of Ibram. Up ahead, the fleet was advancing towards the two enemy capital ships. Behind them, Ibram could see another Neub and another Acclamator coming from the Golan Platforms.

The odds were starting to even up once again. Even though the Task Force technically outnumbered the enemy, the enemy had more powerful vessels on their side. Also, the two Broadside cruisers they had with them meant that two of the Lancer’s had to stay behind to protect them.

Ibram knew that the Broadside’s would be able to overwhelm the Acclamator, maybe even the Neub…but that ISD was going to take a lot more.

I just hope we can get to Ios before…

At that moment, Ibram saw a flash coming from one of the Golan platforms. A couple of seconds later, a massive laser beam slammed into the starboard side of the Suspense.

…that.

“One of the Golan platforms is active!” Jade exclaimed.

“I can see that crewman.” Ibram said. He looked over towards the suspense, and saw where the battery had made a hole in the ship.

That’s got to have caused some damage…

But Ibram didn’t have time to think. The ISD and the Neub had renewed their advance, and they were bolstered by half a dozen TIE squadrons.

“Deltas”, he said to his new wingman. “On me.”

OOC:
Ok Sic, that should help you escape. I suggest you write in walking past thomas or something, so that you can steal his fighter.

Everyone: I want at least half a dozen posts before i have to post again.

Carry on
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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 20, 2008 11:45:58 PM    View the profile of Sicario 
He had done it. Phineus was finally able to drift to sleep. He’d be proud of himself if he were awake. He wasn’t much for dreams. Every once in a while one would seep its way into his drifting, tired subconscious thoughts. But that was extremely rare, and last it happened, it was somewhere around five, maybe six years ago. However, this night, as he lay asleep on the cold, hard metal bench, he dreamt of something. Something he wasn’t quite sure of. A bright red and yellow, vibrating circle on a steel blue background, beating rhythmically. Pulsating loudly in his mind. Once. Twice. Then it happened. A loud crashing sound, like an entire flight of TIE fighters had crashed into the side of a building. Whether it was the loudness, or the shudder that shook him from his sleep-ridden state, it didn’t make a difference. He was wide awake now.

The frak?!?

Another crash shuddered the ship, sending his fellow jailed droid to the ground, along with the large pile of copious cups of pudding. Phineus jumped to his feet, trying to stay grounded as the ship vibrated. The droid hopped to its feet, running over to the cell door. In a matter of seconds, the droid had used its torch to burn through the steel.

Phineus was shocked, ‘’You could have done that the whole time?” He strongly inquired.

The droid replied, “I swiped some pudding, but I’m no criminal.” He said, and then scurried away.

As Phineus shook his head, he immediately exited the cell. He was now speed walking, hearing muffled screams of terror off in the distance. Sweat had already begun dripping from his forehead; his heart had been beating faster than ever before. He felt so unsafe without his trusty droid companion, a sharp vibroblade, and most of all, his TIE fighter. He hurried past the guard room, and that’s when he saw it. The aging jailor who had offered such sound advice to Phineus not twenty minutes prior, now lay dying on the ground, gripping his heart. Phineus fell to his knees by his side.

“Phineus..” Berg began, “Never forget..” His ending words came out in coughs and wheezes.

Phineus shook his head, “No! No, I can get you to the med bay in time-” Berg cut him off.

“Remember,” he coughed again, his eyes glazed, “Be the honorable person you are, in there.” He reached his finger and poked at Phineus’ heart. “Don’t pretend to be someone you’re not, be Phineus Gage.”

And his last breath escaped his grey body. All the commotion had stirred some sort of heart attack in his body, and he died there on the floor. Phineus didn’t know what to do. He had always dealt with death so easily, it was an apparent part of life. But this time, it seemed to hurt somewhere he never knew existed, a pain he had rarely ever felt. But oddly enough, instead of feeling depleted, he had received a sudden burst of rejuvenated energy pulsing from his heart through his veins. He closed shut the jailor’s eyes, sprung to his feet, and hurried out into the main corridors.

Chaos. The only word to describe what was now happening onboard. Repair droids scrambled, naval members new and old rushed around in panic. Phineus had slowed a bit, his head on a swivel, moving in all directions to completely take in the tattered sight he couldn’t believe he had been witnessing. He had to do something, but what? What was there to do? He barely even knew what had happened.

“Whooo!” The familiar sound of fright pierced Phineus’ ears, and he managed to stop and let his best friend catch up with him.

“TK,” he exclaimed, “You’re alright! What the frak is going on?”

T3-K1 alerted Phineus of the ship getting attacked, Phineus stood in awe. He felt so helpless not being in space. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to fly with the others once more, and defend their craft. Whether doing something or not was in his direct power, he had to figure something out. He had to be Phineus. Honorable, courageous.

Phineus and TK scrambled around the ship, looking for whoever needed help. They flew by the mess hall, and heard groaning coming from within. Tomas, whom had returned to the ship, was apparently in the middle of a meal when the attack started. After the laser had hit the ship, one of the tables fell onto Tomas. Phineus rushed over, and with TK’s help, he managed to lift the table off from Tomas’ legs.

“Thanks, Gage,” Tomas let out, still groaning from the pain.

Phineus ordered TK to alert a medical droid, and one was there in an instant.

Phineus’ mind had opened, as the dimming light bulb suddenly brightened. One’s TIE fighter couldn’t be flying itself, and if Tomas was here, then that meant..

“Tomas, Sir,” Phineus wasn’t sure how this would come out, “I have to go, this droid will take care of you. Sorry.”

Phin rushed to his feet and motioned for TK to wheel along side him as he made off for the hangar bay. Tomas lay there, with a look of confusion and loneliness on his face.

“Ph..,” He stuttered, “Phineus?”

Phineus stood, glaring at the one remaining TIE as it sat there, beginning to be flown. His hair blew a bit, his eyes widened, at his mind was surprisingly still. He would usually get into a whole mess of trouble for this, but in the standing situation, it had to be done. TK wooed in fear of being left behind.

“No,” Phin said, “Fold up, you can fit in the cargo space.”

In space

Ibram and his two Delta wing mates were struggling against roughly five TIE fighters. They were flying in loose formation, trying to dip and dive away from the enemy TIE fighters. They were hanging tough, Ibram was as skilled as they come, and the two Delta flyers were green, but were able to keep up. The enemy TIE’s were sticking close however, and gaining on them.

This doesn’t look good, Jade mused.

C’mon, c’mon, let’s make our move, Hunter thought.

Just stick with me, Delta, Ibram contemplated.

They were in the toughest of tough situations, and everyone else was defending themselves, no back up could be on the way. It was up to the three of them to fend off five other TIEs, and to do so for as long as they could. But even though the amazingly high faith in each other, coupled with their hope, didn’t seem to help any.

All of a sudden, two of the five enemy Fighters disappeared into a ball of orange-red flame. Flying high and fast above the blaze was a friendly TIE fighter, registered to Tomas. But the voice that came across the comm wasn’t him.

“Woohoo!” The voice from the TIE exclaimed. “Looks like you guys needed some help, you got the other three?”

Fulfiller recognized the voice immediately. Though the last time he heard it, it was in a much more venomous tone. “Phineus Gage?” He asked, albeit knowing the answer all along.

“Petty Officer 2nd class, reporting for duty,” Phin let out, “Hope you don’t mind.”

Before anyone could answer, or even think, Phineus broke away from his old flying mate, and flew straight for, what his blip indicated as Anden Beliam. He had engaged a TIE fighter, but in doing so another one popped up behind him, the odds just never seemed fair.

Nothing is ever fair in the sky, it has no soul, no mind, it doesn’t care who lives or dies. It doesn’t mind fairness. Phin mused to himself.

Phineus engaged the fighter flying behind Anden, his one time wingmate. Their friendship was strong from the start, when Anden had been Phin’s wingman. Now? Now things have changed a bit. Anden ranked higher, gained more respect, and was leading his own flight. One thing was still laid in concrete however. They were both darn good pilots, and both knew when to handle business.

“Anden,” Phin chimed in over the comm., “I’m going to purposely miss, will shoot off some shots to your left, he’ll be forced to fly into your right quadrant, when he does, I’m taking him out. Get ready to maneuver.”

Anden flew; not knowing exactly what to say, but he sent a confirmation, “Will do.”

Phin took the tiny bit of words as they came, understanding them completely. This was business, here in the deep mouth of space, and the personal quandaries had to be left for when they got their feet back on the ground. This was the time to take care of his fellow pilots, not to worry about the relationships he had with them. It was his time to be honorable and courageous, not immature.

Phin did as he planned, he miss-fired two lasers to the TIE’s left side, forcing him to move to the right, opening up a clear shot with Anden now out of the path. Phin hesitated for the slightest of seconds, thinking about telling Anden how sorry he was for bailing on the Navy, but knew he had to leave it all behind him. He locked onto the TIE and fired, and the red colored explosion lit up the sky line. Now Anden only had to deal with the TIE ahead of him, which he could easily do.

“Good work,” Phineus chimed in.

“Nice shooting,” Anden replied.

With that, Phineus flew off, looking for any more help he could lend. He felt as if he was in “the zone.” His mind was clicking on all cylinders, his piloting was as good as he could possibly make it, and he had been able to lend a wing to a few old friends. His alarms rang. It was his turn to help himself. An enemy TIE had snuck behind Phin, most likely tracking his tail the whole time he’d been helping out.

Now’s the time to stop playing hero.

The TIE was flying quite well behind Phin, matching maneuver for maneuver- when Phin ascended, rolled, sped up, so did the TIE. Phin didn’t like thinking the kind of thought, but this guy was good. Phin was even running low on ideas here, everyone else was busy with their own problems, and no help was around. It was him versus the enemy. One on one. It’s what every pilot lived for. This bogey was rather precise in his movement, but Phin believed he held an advantage. He had always thought of himself as a thinker, a smarter than average flyer. Something that distinguished him from others. Now, he just had to think of something.

He had, however, taken too long. As he began to pull a maneuver from his bag of tricks, the TIE had fired blindly, without locking on. Phineus spun right into the shot; it skimmed across his left wing. He moved the energy going into his frontal shields around to the left wing, trying to keep it in one piece. It didn’t look good; he felt the left side of his craft tugging on him, influencing the way he flew. He had to think up something quick, for the alarms of notifying him of a lock on had once again went on.

I’m in trouble.



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Ibram, hope my heroics weren't over done, and thanks for posting so soon. If there's any problem with what I posted, let me know.

Oh, and know, I'm not killing Phin off, just adding suspense.
“Phin…you are one odd quack."

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  RE: Viper Squadon: Operation Typhus
June 21, 2008 10:39:18 AM    View the profile of Fulfiller 
Leaving the Tartan Cruiser Firestar to its impending fate, Lukas made the turn out of the way when the call came in for assistance against the TIE Bombers that were heading towards the Twilight Pulse with an intent to weaken the Strike Force's might. Perfect, another reason to hate the enemy.

Lukas aimed his TIE to form up with Anden, Ryno, and the new Delta Squadron, aiming their sights of the Bombers that wanted to make their lives very miserable. This need a lot of concentration and a lot of good aiming on his part. This ship needed to survive this onslaught in order for the team to have any chance of victory. Lukas took a deep breath as he heard Anden's voice through the coms. “We need to get on a course intercept directly between the bombers and the Twilight Pulse. Let's move!”

Dumping a little of shield power to increase the engine, Lukas smiled a bit as he aimed his sights on one of the Bombers, waiting for the light to go green. On Anden's word, Lukas squeezed the triggers and launched a barrage of cannon fire towards the Bomber in front of him, hitting it right in its engine ports. It was about to peel away from its formation to evade the attack, but it was too late for it as it exploded right in front of Lukas, forcing him to veer a little to the right to avoid any debris. He nodded to that as he aimed his guns at a couple of the missile, firing once more to take them out as well.

Lukas was about to let loose a cry of celebration as they manage to spare the Twilight Pulse, but he held his tongue as he watched the last couple of Bombers made their way to the Imperian and unload more torpedos upon the Carrack Cruiser. His eyes widen in fear as he watched the Cruiser get drilled by the weaponry, sending it in a downward course towards its impending death. Not seen because of his helmet, a tear did shed from his left eye as the ship exploded in a blaze of white and orange flame. So many men lost. Now, their deaths would be Lukas's fuel.

At that instant, Lukas broke from formation and began to chase the last Bombers that were still in paly. He didn't care if he was going to be reprimanded for this act, but those sons-of-bitches had to be taken out before they would get to the rest of the Strike Force. As he could see, there were only two remaining, and they were making their way towards the Twilight Pulse once more in hopes of finishing it off. Lukas matched their speed as he was a half-klik away from them, aiming his target at the left one. Not wasting any time, he squeezed on those triggers once more, hitting the Bomber on its left wing. They were in a tight formation, so once that left wing went, the rest of the damaged Bomber collided with its partner for a nice combination as both exploded. That was for the Imperian.

Steering his TIE back to the new formation of Vipers and Deltas, it was time to get the advantage back as he followed Ibram and Anden's leads. It was time to fight back.
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