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Kaph - Reply Wars #2
A long time ago, Kaph did what is called a Reply War (or at least I think that is what we called it), the premise was simple. Keep Activity High.
So with that, I present you, Kaph Squadron Reply Wars #2.

Kaph Squadron was going to take a short Vacation, nothing major, just some time away from the Regular action packed missions that they were normally sent on. Of course, as always, there was a catch. This “Vacation” was actually still a mission, so it was sure to still be a bit of “action-packed”.

The squadron was being sent via shuttle to the planet Epsilon Delta to investigate the location of a downed Imperial Scout Pilot who was flying over the area doing recon for a possible imperial base in the near future. They were to go on the planet, and have their “Vacation”, while the three commanding officers causally questioned people about the incident, and slowly piece together the information as to what happened. They were not to proceed to investigate past finding possible locations for the pilot, never to actually search for him, that would be left to the Naval Command.

C-3PX2 stepped off the shuttle, wearing no rank insignia, no imperial emblem, nothing to show that he was an imperial. The rest of the squadron did the same, in non uniform clothing. The rest of the squadron left the shuttle, to head out for their vacation, who knows what trouble they would get into.

C-3PX2 wandered over to his XO, Stormz.

“Keep an Eye on your Flight; make sure they do not get in too much trouble.” He said.

“Aye, Sir.” Stormz said.

“Another thing, do not call me ‘Sir’ while we are here, we are not in uniform and we do not want to let people know who we are.”

“Alright.” Stormz said, and then sent off to catch up with his flight.

“Krius!” C-3PX2 yelled over to him.

Krius walked over, waiting to hear what C-3PX2 had to say.

“I will tell you the same thing I told Stormz, keep your flight out of too much trouble.” He said.

Krius looked at his SC with a grin, “What is too much trouble.”

“You know what is too much, use your judgment.” He said.

“Hokay.” Krius said, and then went to catch up with his flight. C-3PX2 then went to do the same.

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[Hey wait up!] The Kaph XO roared to his wingmates. He ran up to them, catching them in just a few huge strides. As the walked out of the hanger bay in there street clothes, Stormz looked around. He wasn't used to being on vacation. Being an Imperial pilot and bounty hunter didn't leave much time for anything else.

[You glad we left forr vacation just as you werre placed in the squadrron Speed?] He growled in a joking voice.

"Yeah, it's a nice break." The new Kaph pilot replied. Looking at his flight, Ph'rranix reminded them that even though Kaph squadron wasn't in uniform, they still needed to keep out of too much trouble.

"Yes grandma," Speed replied sarcastically.

[Don't call me that. I will have to hurrt you if you do,] Ph'rranix retorted with the same sarcastic tone as Speed. [And you Joker, you can't go to the strip clubs while on Epsilon.]

"I don't like them anyways." Jokerace responded. Stormz eyed him up for a second contemplating whether to believe him or not. A moment later, the Wookiee remembered carrying Joe out of a club not too long ago.

Ph'rranix looked away and chuckled to him self on account of the memory. Apparantly, Joe had passed out from Corellian Ale. When he woke back up he was laying face up on the stage with a Twi'lek above him. When she looked down, she realized he was staring at her. She began kicking him and pushed him off the stage where others just sat and laughed at the commotion. Joe later sent a message through his comlink to Ph'rranix, and being the good XO that he is, Stormz carried then drunken pilot back to his quarters. The Wookiee got heavily compensated of course. Joker paid Stormz a few hundred thousand credits for the embarassment and work involved in his actions.

Hunter rounded the corner and found himself in the middle of a market square. In the far corner he spotted C-3 and Saadia talking to a vendor.

“C-3! Hey C-3!” Hunter shouted at the top of his lungs.

C-3 turned around looking slightly confused. Then he spotted Hunter and understanding dawned upon his face. He motioned for Hunter to join them, which he immediately did.

“C-3, I have to tell you something important.” Hunter said.

“Sorry Hunter, but not now. We're trying to find a place to stay.” C-3 said.

“I can tell you that. Its the {i]Nova Flame[/i]. Ask the vendor where it is.” Hunter said.

C-3 did and he got very specific directions to the Nova Flame. He thanked the vendor and turned to walk off. Saadia and Hunter followed him to the hotel. Hunter had forgotten all about the jammer.

In the Nova Flame lobby

“Wow! Look at this place. It might not be fancy, but it is sure is comfortable.” Hunter said as he sat down on one of the two hover couches.

“You took the words right out of my mouth.” said Saadia sitting down on the other one.

“Yes. It is nice.” said C-3 as he was looking around the lobby at all the people and droids. “Hmmm. There is Speed over there.”

C-3 started toward the bar where Speed was standing, leaving Hunter and Saadia to figure out how to get a room.

“Should we ask that droid over there behind the desk?” Hunter asked.

“I don't know. Go and see.” Saadia said.

Hunter sighed and walked over to the desk.

“How can I help you?” the droid asked.

“Uhhh... can I get a room for me and two other people?” Hunter asked.

“Yes you can. Will that be one room or separate?” asked the droid.

“Definitely separate. And with a bar in every room.” Hunter said quickly.

“Okay. That will be 390 Imperial Credits.” the droid said.

Hunter paid the droid and got the three key cards for the rooms and turned to look for Saadia and C-3. When he saw C-3, he hurried over and gave him his key card. Hunter turned around and started to search the lobby for Saadia. When he spotted him, he was talking a man in armor. As he approached them, the man looked up and briskly walked off.

“What was that about?” Hunter asked Saadia.

“I don't really know. He walked up to me and said he recognized me. It was weird.” Saadia said.

“Anyway, here your key card for your room.” Hunter said as he handed the key card to Saadia.

“Thanks. I'm going to go on and go up to my room.” said Saadia.

Hunter nodded and walked over to the bar.

“What do you want?” said the bartender.

“I'll have a Flameout.” said Hunter confidently.

“A Flameout? You sure you can handle that?” said the bartender in disbelief.

“Yeah. Better yet, mix up two.” Hunter said.

“O-o-okay.” the bartender said shakily.

The bartender mixed up the drinks and set both of them in front of Hunter. Amazingly, Hunter downed both of them in a matter of seconds.

“H-h-how?” the bartender stammered.

“I've been drinking this since I was a teen.” Hunter replied.

The bartender just shook his head in disbelief and walked to another patron. Hunter turned around and leaned back with his elbows on the bar. As he leaned against the bar, he scanned the lobby for any potential troublemakers.

None in site. It probably time for another journal entry.

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Word Count: 612
Sorry. I forgot to check off on the sig. Ignore it... if you can.

B Lasiter wasn’t sure she understood the directive of their being on this planet. She had heard the briefing, but the word “vacation” rang of empty meaning in her head. She knew the definition as being a period of suspension of work, study, or other activity, usually used for rest, recreation or travel. What was the point of going somewhere if they weren’t on a mission?

B walked beside Krius and the newest member of the flight Velthis, trailing slightly behind them, her hands at her sides staring ahead. Her face showed she was in deep concentration, one of the first times she had been faced with the concept of “vacation” and tried as hard as she might, she couldn’t grasp it. Krius and Velthis were maintaining small conversation. Krius looked over his shoulder to make sure B was still there and stopped when he saw her furrowed eyebrows and serious demeanor.

“What’s up?” Krius did a quick 360 to see if she had spotted some kind of danger. B removed her Voice from her belt and quickly tapped something onto the screen.

“I don’t.” There was a small pause in the metallic voice before continuing, “think I understand.”

It was Krius and Velthis’s turn to be puzzled. “Understand what B?”

Her lightning fast hand typed in another string of words.“Why are we here?”

“Huh?. . .For vacation.” Krius and Velthis did not know B well enough to understand her confusion. In fact no one knew her at all to be able to read her.

“What is the directive of vacation? What is our mission?” Krius finally understood as to why B was confused and let out a loud laugh.

“To have fun!” Krius gave her a crooked grin and with the turn of his head began walking again. “We should go find something to do, Velthis. We should show her what one does on vacation.”

“To the pub!” Velthis volunteered, a mischievous smile on his face.

“Nah, let’s try something else. Come on B.” Krius grabbed B by the arm and brought her forward so she could walk with them instead of behind.

“I still don’t understand.” B had no idea what they were talking about.

“That’s ok. You will soon enough.” Krius let out another laugh and they began their trek forward.

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384 Words. Is anyone from my flight alive?

===Competition Will Commence Now===

Starting now, the Squad competition will begin.

Rules

1. 500 word minimum post in order to count for the Comp.
2. No double posting within 12 hours.
3. No filler posts. Make sure they have something to do with your vacation.

That 'HUGE' sale Speed mentioned turned out to be for lingerie. Jokerace had ran off earlier, and Stormz was wishing he had done the same.

[I will wait rright herre, ok?] Growled the Wookiee uneasily.

"What are you embarrassed?" Speed retorted.

[No! I just don't like shopping,]

"Uh huh, whatever! Well I will be back soon."

Ph'rranix, feeling embarrassed, strolled over to a nearby bench to wait for his flight mate. He kept looking around, stunned at how many people there were in this tiny little area. Glancing to his right was a tall slender man casually walking towards the Kaph XO's bench. He had short black hair and a commanding figure. Upon a closer inspection, Stormz noticed an Imperial emblem on the left of his chest. However, the man was carrying a bag which somewhat hid the emblem. While looking at this man, Stormz kept thinking of how he reminded the Wookiee of someone. Ph'rranix pulled his datapad out and brought the image of the missing pilot up. It was an exact match. This man didn't look lost though, he looked far from it.

[C, I found ourr pilot,] Stormz bellowed into his comlink. [I am in pursuit of him.]

"Good. I just got word from High Command that he is a rouge. The man's name is Melte Nabik and he has been selling information to the rebels." The droid said frantically. "Don't let him leave your sight."

[No prroblem sirr,]

"Oh, and don't kill him." C-3PX2 added.

[He won't know that I am even herre sirr,] With that Stormz cut the comlink. Thankfully, he had enough experience tracking people from his last occupation. The fun one.

The pair began towards the cafe on the opposite side of the street. Stormz stepped back into the darkness while carefully watching and studying the rogue pilot. He had stepped out just long enough for his squad mate to notice his presence before disappearing again. If there was one thing he learned during his time as a bounty hunter, it was that if your prey even suspects your presence, you are screwed.

Hunter opened the door to the cafe. It was ironic, Ph'rranix thought, that the cafe Hunter-Morrell chose was the Rworard cafe. For it meant 'traitor' in shryywook. Stormz chuckled to himself as he walked toward the entrance. A few paces before the door, the Kaph XO heard a droid voice come from behind.

"Wait, he will recognize you," the droid said.

[This is the only exit frrom this building. I have alrready checked.] Ph'rranix replied as he turned to look at C-3 as he walked up.

"Ok, well what should we do now then?" the Kaph Commander asked quizzically.

[Depends, arre we going to do it the Imperrial way orr the Bounty Hunterr's way?] the Kaph XO bellowed back.

"We will do it the way you deem worthy."

[Alrright, you wait herre. He will eitherr be out in the 5 minutes in cuffs orr a body bag.]

"We can't kill him."

[If he pulls a blasterr out, I will prrotect myself and the civilians.]

"Fine, but only if he pulls a blaster."

[I will be back shorrtly.]

The Wookiee wrapped his huge furry hand around the handle and opened the door. He took two steps before allowing the door to smoothly shut behind him as he studied his new surroundings. To his left and right, a handful of round tables with patrons at them. Directly in front of him was the bar. Three civilians sat at the left side, while Hunter and the rogue pilot were on the right side.

Even though quite a few people occupied the room, it was surprisingly quiet. Stormz creeped up behind Hunter and his new 'friend' and brought the attention of the pair to himself.

[Hunterr, who is your frriend?]

"Oh, well actually, I never caught it." Hunter said caught by surprise.

'It's Merrill." the rogue said.

[Nice to meet you Merrill. My name is Ph'rranix.]

"The pleasure is all mine," Merrill replied somewhat sarcastically. Stormz glanced down at Merrill's bag and he felt the rogue pilot's eyes follow him.

"Well, it was nice to meet your guys' acquaintance. But I am late for an appointment." He said as he bent to grab his bag.

[That's too bad. I was hoping to talk a little morre to you, Ensign Brrog. You arre Merrill Brrog, corrrrect?] Stormz roared.

"Yes, yes I am. Who are you? How do you know me?" Questioned the Ensign.

[I am Ph'rranix, the Executive Officerr of Kaph Squadrron. We werre sent herre to find the lost pilot. Howeverr, you don't seem to be 'lost'.] Ph'rranix growled angrily. [I am going to ask you to come with me, Lieutenant.]

"I am sorry, but I will not." Merrill replied as he tried to push the Wookiee out of the way.

[You can eitherr come the easy, and less painful way. Orr I will use forrce.]

"Is that a threat?"

[No sirr, I am merely stating that the Naval High Command has orrderred me to brring you back, alive. And you should be happy they added that section.] Ph'rranix growled warningly.

The Imperial pilot dropped his bag and dropped into some kind of battle stance. Stormz glanced at him and chuckled. The Kaph XO opened his pouch and brought out a pair of binders.

[These arre going on you. Whetherr you like it orr not.]

Without warning, Merrill swung at the Wookiees head. The impact was loud, yet Stormz' head didn't move. The rogue swung again, this time missing all together.

[That was the wrrong thing to do sirr.] Ph'rranix roared. The Wookiee grabbed his victim by the neck, and tossed him with ease into a table. He walked over and picked the man up while Merrill kicked and swung like a small child. Ph'rranix dropped the man and quickly snatched both of his arms. With a quick punch to the face, Ensign Brog became limp and fell to the floor. Stormz flipped the man over and threw the binders on the traitor before picking him up and carrying the pilot out the door.

[Herre's ourr man.]

"Good work, Stormz." C-3 said appreciatively.

The transport ride was only a few minutes back to the hanger which held the squads transport. Stormz set the Ensign down and strolled over to his seat on the opposite side of the transport. Once everyone was strapped in, they took off smoothly and headed back to Abrae to drop off their added cargo.

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Story finished. A new one should be up either tonight or Monday.