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2000 hours Galactic Standard Time

Hunter woke up suddenly and fell off the bed. Getting up while rubbing his head, he surveyed his room. He was looking around when Jhang suddenly ran out of the other room and knocked him over. As he pushed Jhang away, he got up and shook the saliva off of him.

I must have been sleeping on the very edge of the bed. Well, might as well get a shower to clean off and to wake up.

After a shower, Hunter felt refreshed and awake. He quickly got dressed and he and Jhang headed out the door, determined to find something to do. He was walking through the marketplace, admiring the sights when Jhang got his attention. Looking down, he noticed it was staring forward with a hungry look in its eye. Hunter looked back up and saw that a butcher was giving away free samples away, celebrating a grand opening. Jogging over, he got a piece and thanked the butcher. Before he had any words out of his mouth, Jhang had already jumped up and grabbed the meat. By the time Hunter turned around, it was gone and Jhang was sitting down looking satisfied. Busting out laughing, he couldn’t do anything but smile.

Only Jhang. I’m glad I have Jhang. Without it, my life wouldn’t be half as joyful.

The pair continued on with Hunter getting free samples for Jhang every so often. After a while, he noticed Jhang was looking sleepy, so Hunter bought a drink from a restaurant and sat down outside, allowing Jhang to sleep. Slowly, he drifted off. Awaking some time later to a series of beeps, he sat straight up and pulled out his comlink.

So we have a new mission. Good, it’s about time. I doubt Stormz will mind if I bring Jhang to the briefing.

“Alright Jhang. It’s time to go. C’mon.” Hunter said as he got up and started walking.

Tizzir sat on the edge of his bed he could not sleep. The night ahead was going to be a long one.

Finally! Some real action. Though...I still am fairly rusty what if things go south for me? What good will I be to the Empire then? There are no second chances in flight...I remember that all too well

Tizzir remembered the last time he was here...a different squadron perhaps....a different job...the experience was all the same however: Chaotic battlefields, quiet space escorts, exhilarating speeds...nothing was ever cut and dry or a comprimisable agreement. Things were either too much at once or too quiet. Such was the way of things for Tizzir.

There really was not a time he could remember that he ended up failing a mission due to his performance or ended up in a hospital ward. His flight members would think nothing of it, he was new after all but Tizzir knew that he was not. He had done this all before and anything short of his past excellence....it would be a blow to his pride. HE would know something was wrong and that would be all that was needed to make him miserable.

All the more reason not to screw up. If I do...it will only motivate me more not to do it again.

The problem was Tizzir's emotions liked to get the better of him. He would get very wreckless at times and that was not a good thing for anyone. All it would take would be for him to not pay attention and crash into a fellow flight member and that would be the end of both of them....and if he survived: how could he live with himself if that happened? Living would be the worst case scenario in that situation.

Tizzir's comlink began to beep. He knew what this meant...it was time to go. No more time for pondering. Though he wished he had gotten some sleep, it worked out good because he needed something to do seeing he could not. He got dressed and answered his comlink.

"This is Tizzir..."

“Alright. We have liftoff.” Hunter shouted as Suspense’s engines started up and they shot into space.

Hunter silently remarked at the weight of his bags as he lugged them toward his quarters, followed by Jhang and his T3 droid, Zigger.

How could they weigh this much? I have a couple weapons and necessities in there. Lets see… my chaingun, disassembled sniper rifle, armor-piercing blaster rifle, heavy slugthrower pistol, shotgun, a slughthrower sniper rifle, and a couple grenades plus my datapad, my clothes, my Imperial Zippo, the lungblasters and cigars. That is a lot of stuff… adding up to a lot of weight.

Hunter reached his quarters and opened the door. Sighing with relief, he dropped his bags and fell on the surprisingly soft bed. Jhang settled down in a corner and rested while Zigger rolled around looking for a charge. Eventually, it found one and settled down as Hunter gathered up his bags and started unloading them. He put up everything and settled down on his bed and nodded off. He awakened a while later to a loud bang. Jumping up and grabbing his slugthrower pistol, Hunter opened the door and was greeted by a loud laugh. Lowering the weapon, Hunter quickly realized that he had pointed a weapon at his Squadron Commander and snapped off a salute, turning red from embarrassment.

“Sorry sir. You startled me. I was sleeping when you near about broke down the door.” Hunter stammered.

[It’s okay. I would of rreacted the same way. Anyway, I want every Kaph member to meet in the mess hall at 1800 hours.  Since all of Kaph’s quarters are near each other, I decided instead of sending you a message, I’d come tell you in person.] Stormz roared as he moved away, presumably looking for another Kaph member.

Hunter nodded and turned, closing the door. He sat down on the bed and started looking at his datapad. Getting up, he motioned for Zigger to follow him. The little droid beeped an affirmative and rolled forward.

“Don’t worry Jhang. I’ll be back soon and I’ll bring you back some food.” Hunter said.

Stormz knocked on Eryboscca's door. There was no answer. Again he knocked, and again there was no answer. Tizzir passed behind the Squadron Commander as he waited for his Wookiee squadron companion.

[Tizzirr, do you know wherre Erryboscca is?] Ph'rranix roared with a strong amount of aggravation.

"No sir, I haven't seen him," replied the Warrant Officer.

[Ok, well if you seem him. Let him know that therre will be a squadrron meeting in the meeting at 1800 hours.]

"Will do sir."

The two of them parted separate ways, Stormz went off to find Melmoth while Tizzir proceeded toward the hanger for a thorough inspection of his space craft. Stormz liked the attention to detail that Tizzir should. Everything from pre-flight checklists to his precise and well thought out maneuvers. His uniforms were always immaculate as well.

Stormz had a suprise for the entire squadron when they came into the mess hall. He had to make a stop at his room first to prepare for it.

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1730 hours

=====In the Bar aboard the ISD-II Suspense=====

[Bartenderr,] Stormz bellowed as he sat down at the bar.

"How can I help you Warrant Officer?" the bartender replied as he approached the enormous Wookiee.

[I would like 6 Correllian Ale's please. To go.]

The bartender put some Corellian Ale in to 6 to-go cups and handed them in a carrying case to the Squadron Commander.

[Thanks. Herre you go.] Stormz said as he gave the bartender 50 credits. The Wookiee turned around and went directly to the mess hall. He didn't have much time.

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1800 Hours

Stormz watched everyone walk in and take a seat. The SC gave a gesture with his left paw and C-3 stood up and gave everyone their respective cup.

[I want to give each of you a gift forr helping make Kaph a grreat squadrron. I bought you each a Correllian Ale. Enjoy.] Stormz watched as everyone began drinking the spiked drink.

[Now on to business.] Stormz growled with a chuckle. [We will be enterring light speed in apprroximately two hours. It will take anotherr sixteen forr us to rreach Dantooine. I want everryone rrested and rready to go, that means suited up and heading to the hangerr, in seventeen hours. Everryone underrstand?]

Ph'rranix looked around. Five of the six members of Kaph looked uneasy.

[Good.] Stormz began again. [Oh and by the way, that Correllian Ale that five of you drrank had ex-lax tossed in with it. Yourr guys prroblem is that therre is only one bathrroom you all can access. It is a single stall too. Good luck.] The Wookiee was laughing hysterically by the time he finished his little speech. Tizzir got up and began sprinting to the door.

[Hey! I didn't dismiss you yet.]

Tizzir turned around. His face showed tons of agony as he remained still.

[You all arre dismissed. Be in the Hangerr in seventeen hourrs!]

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Here is the deal. The following people just drank Corellian Ale with Ex-lax:

> Eryboscca
> Melmoth
> Tizzir
> Van

I want to see some fun/ funny posts about this! Have fun

"Oooof! I don't feel soo weelll...." groaned Tizzir as his drink started to settle.

Tizzir sprinted from the room as quick as his legs could carry him. There was something definately NOT right about that drink. He found a sudden urge to void tremendously. A seemingly harmless night at the bar quickly turned into a seemingly endless night of agony.

"Uuuurrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhh.................whhhhheeeennnn I get my hands on the uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......person who done this...." Tizzir continued to moan as he sit on his imperial port-a-potty.

Hours later the pain seemed to dull. At least enough that Tizzir could chance getting some rest. He knew they had a rough flight ahead of them...all of them. It most likely was not going to end well either. Both he and Ery were not back long enough to be as much of a hotshot as the rest of them on the flight. Tizzir had a feeling that one of them...was going to their deaths. He hoped he was wrong.

Tizzir got back to his quarters and realized...he was not alone. The rest of the squadron was already there....definately NOT a good sign. This whole affair must have been a practical joke. Tizzir slammed his two fists together repeatedly. "Allright...who was it?"

[Kaph squadrron, forrm up. We have company.] Stormz bellowed. [Turrn to point one-seven and prreparre to engage multiple hostiles.]

We're finally getting some action. Though its eight to twelve, we're good enough to slaughter these idiots. They won't even know what hit them.

"Alright. Time to fight. Lets go." Hunter yelled as they zoomed out to meet the enemy.

Reaching the halway point, both sides engaged in dogfights. As Hunter got behind Tizzer, who must of been still affected by the laxative because he was moaning slightly over the squadron channel, he caught sight of two fighters following C-3. Grinning, he moved behind them and raised C-3 on the comm.

"You have two enemy fighters in pursuit. Pull up and I'll take a shot." Hunter said.

C-3 acknowledged the request. A moment later, he pulled up, giving Hunter a clear shot. He took the shot and nicked the wing of the one on the left, sending it into a spiral that was soon corrected. But those precious seconds spent in the spiral gave C-3 enough of a chance to turn and burn a shot right through it. Turning back to the other fighter, he let loose a volley of lasers and was astonished to see them miss. The fighter turned and returned fire, missing by a meter. Now, Hunter and the fighter were heading for each other, both shooting bolts at the other, both dodging each bolt.

This is ridiculous. How much longer can I dodge his shots?

Hunter flipped and righted himself, looking wildly for the fighter found it bearing down on his tail. Getting a little worried he turned and as he did, he saw it erupt in a burst of light.

"Thought you might need a bit of help." BL said, her voice sounding metallic due to her voice box.

"I appreciate it. You saved my tail."

"No problem."

Looking for a new target, he spotted one that was currently unoccupied with anyone and sped off towards it.

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[Stay alerrt Kaph Squadrron,] the Wookiee warrned. [The firreworrks arre going to begin in approximately one minute. Make surre you arre clearr of the firring zone.]

Hunter acknowledged it and turned away from Suspense and moved toward the ongoing battle between the friendly and enemy forces. As he sped through space towards them, he noticed that the battle was beginning to slowly turn in the enemy fighters’ favor. They were dodging every lasers bolt being thrown at them, but they were far from being able to return fire. Though they were getting slaughtered, they seemed strangely determined.
How could this be? Just a couple minutes earlier they were getting killed and now they are dodging the lasers like they were nothing. Jeez. It’s unnatural. This is going to be tough.

Sighing, he entered the battle, only to shoot away after nearly being blasted apart by rouge shot from a friendly fighter. He was getting angrier by the moment due to the fact that the enemy fighters were moving in such a way that the bolts that missed them continued on to blow a fighter apart in friendly fire. He zoomed back in the fray and managed to get lucky, vaporizing a fighter that just happened to be stupid enough to slow down after it lost its target. Flying through the debris, he zigged and zagged around friendly fighters and enemy fighters alike, trying to find someone that seemed easy to kill, just until he got warmed up.

“Stormz, you there?” Hunter asked over the squadron channel, wondering if his wingmate was there.

[Copy. Ugh.] Stormz replied in strained voice.

“What’s wrong? Stomach problems?” Tizzer asked, snickering.

[Urrghh-… what did you do? I feel like my guts arre about to fall out.] Stormz said, grunting in pain.

“I didn’t do anything… yet. Hehehehe…” Tizzer responded.

“Uhh… can I have some help? I have two enemy fighters on my tail.” Van called over the comm, sounding panicky.

[Tizzerr, shutup and go help Van.] Stormz said, obviously irritated.

This is priceless.

Hunter had to shut off the comm for a little bit because he was about to burst out laughing. He laughed so hard that he cried and had to get away from the battle because of that. He zoomed out of the dogfighting and flew up beside the Suspense. Looking down at the continuing bombardment, he noticed how beautiful it was. Even though the surface of the planet was being scorched, somehow, he couldn’t help but think about the multicolored laser bolts erupting out of the majestic vessel to crash upon the ground on Dantooine and burn up the land. He flew closer, transfixed by the sight.

Wow. That’s the only word that can describe it. Wow.

Hunter flew back into the battle and cut the comm back on, listening to Tizzer grumbling as he helped Van. Hunter flew around until he saw Tizzer, who had also got himself in some trouble. He must have fired on the two fighters, because they were now chasing him instead of Van, who was turning around to help Tizzer. He grinned and flew over to help them. Van shot off a few shots and managed to scrape the wing of one of the enemy fighters, sending it into a roll. Hunter did a double take as he saw the spinning fighter crash into another fighter. Turning around, he looked frantically to make sure it wasn’t a friendly. He let out his breath when he heard Van yelling over the comm about how he had taken out two enemy fighters.

“That’s good and all but I’ve done that before. In fact, I had just gotten out of Basic Training when I did it for the first time.” Hunter said casually.

“Oh… uh… ok.” Van said.

“Oh and if you haven’t noticed, Tizzer still has another fighter on his tail. So get to it.” Hunter said.

He watched as Van turned and managed to take that fighter out too.

He is pretty good.

Sighing, he turned and looked for another target to take out.