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  Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
May 27, 2009 10:37:23 AM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
Lotaith City, Lotaith
After the execution of Korant Borshan


Ibram downed his glass of Yavvitiri ale and asked the bar tender for another one. It was still raining, although it had been barely half an hour since Korant had been executed. He was sitting in a bar across from the central square complex. After the execution, there had been a brief moment's silence, before the local police had started to break the crowd up, and the officers had started to head back to wherever it was they came from.

There had been a few hand shakes, a few pats on the back, even another stirring speech from General Talon, and then they were all gone.

Like it never happened...

Ibram took a swig from his newly filled glass. He stared out of the window onto the wide street below. It was mainly deserted following the execution, however it had begun to fill up again...

Having spent most of his time in the VE either on a ship or within the confines of a military base, he rarely came into contact with the general populace, or at least, a populace that was on the same side as he was. It had then never occurred to him that some of his 'countrymen' wouldn't agree with what he did for a living.

He watched as the group of what could only be protesters slowly grew in size. Judging by the clothing, there were people from all walks of civilian life gathering outside the complex, although with the rain a lot of the protesters were under anoraks. Several had signs made out of large display boards lashed to pieces of durasteel or wood, programmed to display slogans:

'VAST EMPIRE = OLD EMPIRE', 'MAKE LOVE, NOT WAR', 'MOFF KADANN = PALPATINE 2.0', 'WHEN WILL IT END?'

Ibram couldn't help but laugh. Not the most sophisticated political campaign he had ever seen, then again he wasn't exactly an expert in such things. The leader was standing next to a mobile holo projector, which was alternating between the same slogans as on the signs, as well as scenes of death, destruction and brutality.

He was surprised at how apathetic he was to the whole thing. One the one hand, he knew he should be angry, even out-raged, at these civilians who judged him for fighting on their behalf. But then again he couldn't bring himself to care either. After all, these weren't really his 'people' - the Vast Empire was more of a mongrel state then anything else, slowly expanding and absorbing new planets, new peoples... and accepting help from where they could get it.

Ibram didn't often mull over his true status within the Vast Empire – they gave him a job and a somewhere to sleep, but below the surface lay the uneasy truce. He was an expatriate, a citizen of whatever faction controlled his home planet of Yaga Minor at the time, although with a population of 4 Billion, he wondered if he would ever truly be missed.

I wonder if that makes me a traitor...

He supposed it could. Despite being on the far side of the Galaxy, the VE had fought against a lot of galactic factions – and it stood to reason that one of them was in charge of Minor. Ibram decided he needed another drink.

The protesters were still protesting, although they were slightly more animated now despite the rain. The leader was standing atop of a crate, using a voice amplifier to rally the crowd. The rain and occasional lightening blurred a lot of what he said, not that Ibram was listening...

“-must end now! Moff Kadann may think everything is fine and dandy sitting up in his luxury palace, but on the front lines? Very different. The Empire collapsed because it was a beacon of evil and tyranny, and the Vast Empire is following In their footsteps!”

Ibram watched lazily as two cloaked figures, wearing the black insignia-less caps of Naval Intelligence, exited the entrance to the Complex and headed in the direction of the bar Ibram was in. The group of protesters saw them and started hurling abuse.

“Behold the nameless men!” The leader said, using the sometimes-used nickname for VENI spooks, although it was ironic because Ibram knew quite a few by name.

“They think they are above the law! They think they can do whatever it takes to further their aims! Well we say no!”

The two spooks ignored the crowd, and continued onwards in Ibram's direction. Ibram simply finished his drink, and called for his tab so that he could leave. The Squadron was waiting for him back on the Atrus, and he had two new Flight Leaders to orientate after all.

Having paid his tab, he turned to leave when he found himself face to face with the two spooks he had seen crossing the streets, one was a human female, whilst the other one was a male Iridonian.

“Lieutenant Tyrol,” the Iridonian said, blocking his way.

The female smiled, and gestured to the seat he had just vacated.

“May we have a word?”

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“We're issuing you with Order SD-4.”

Ibram merely blinked at the two spooks and continued to stare blank faced at them then. The spooks started at him back. Eventually, the female handed him a datapad.

“On here is your next assignment. You are to report to the given location in three days, and from there you will proceed on towards the mission.”

Ibram didn't take the datapad.

“I'm sorry... who are you?”, he said eventually.

The two spooks looked at each other briefly, and then the female smiled at Ibram again. He wondered what was so amusing.

“Forgive me, I am Lieutenant Grey, and this is Ensign Grey. For obvious reasons we cannot give you our real names. As for the rest of it, it's like I said – we're issuing you with a SD-4 Order.”

Ibram thought the code sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

“It must be the ale, but remind me what that is again?”

Lieutenant Grey smiled again, Ibram was starting to get annoyed by that.

“As you know full well Lieutenant, Viper Squadron is no run-of the mill workhorse squadron. The entire of Phoenix Wing, actually, is a specialised wing within the navy, much like Wildcard and Storm platoon from the Army. You get given slightly better equipment, are sent on a variety of missions, and are rarely in the same place for long periods of time.”

She paused as a waitress asked if anyone needed anything, to which all three respectfully declined.

“This is because phoenix wing lives by a set of Special Disposition orders, and members of the wing are specially trained to perform a variety of roles. SD-4 is one such order, and it effectively it means you've been seconded by Naval Intelligence... again.” Another smile.

Ibram narrowed his eyes in thought and mild confusion.

“I don't quite understand, I've worked with VENI before, and I've never been issued an SD-4, even when I was chosen briefly to be apart of Reaper.”

“Well, this is slightly different from those other times,” Lt. Grey said delicately. “Operation Indigo was more us borrowing you then seconding you... and besides you were assigned to us, not the other way round. Reaper was an experiment, and fell outside the jurisdiction of the SDO's. An SD-4 is more...permanent.”

Ibram didn't like the sound of the sound of that. It must have shown on his face as Lt. Grey was quick to placate him.

“Don't worry lieutenant,” Lt. Grey said with another smile. “SD-4 is more of a bureaucratic shortcut then a transfer. You'll still remain part of Phoenix and the general Navy, we're just more at liberty to issue you missions directly now, like the one on this data pad.” She nodded slightly to the device on the table.

“And how long does an SD-4 last for?” Ibram asked, slowly picking up the Datapad.

“For as long as we need you,” Ensign Grey said, speaking for the second time.

“However,” Lt. Grey said softly. “A Squadron Commander can appeal to Navy Command after 6 months... with sufficient reasons.”

Six months, he thought to himself. I'm sure I can live with that.

He switched on the datapad, and skim read through the opening sections of the mission brief.

“...you must be joking,” he said eventually.

“I can assure you lieutenant, we are not,” the Iridonian said. He was on a role.

Ibram couldn't understand what he was reading, didn't want to understand... we don't do this type of thing, do we? He stared up at the two intelligence officers with a wide-eyed expression.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures, Mr. Tyrol,” Lt. Grey said, thankfully without a smile.

“Crewman Borshan's betrayal, whilst relatively small, brought up bad memories. He wasn't the only one to do such a thing recently either. There have been a spate of like-minded individuals carrying out acts of treason against the Empire. There hasn't been an... outbreak of this scale since the war with the Reugrand Confederacy.”

That was before Ibram had joined the VE, although he remembered reading about it. Mass betrayals, wide-spread corruption and infiltration... it had been a bit of a dark age, and had sparked the biggest counter-intelligence witch hunt in recent history.

“As you may have read,” Lt. Grey was saying. “Those were dark times for the Empire. However there have been some who have said that we didn't learn our lesson from that crisis, and events of recent weeks have proved them right.”

“Nothing,” the Iridonian spoke up again. “Is out of bounds any more. The Empire is working hard to consolidate our sphere of influence out towards the core, and nothing can detract from that. What with the Dominion, the New Republic and Thrawn all trying to take pot shots at us, we need to do whatever it takes to make sure our borders are secure... and that the people support us.”

Ibram stared at the Iridonian.

“You know I preferred it when you didn't speak,” he said. The Iridonian didn't smile.

“I'd advise against refusing this order, Tyrol.”

Ibram stared out of the window as he tried to digest everything. A part of him wasn't surprised that the VE did such things... but it didn't make it any easier to deal with.

It was just so... wrong.

Victory at any cost wasn't really victory at all... at least, that is what he had always believed. It resembled Palpatine's Empire too much for Ibram's liking, but to refuse an order such as this could have terrible consequences. For him and his squadron.

He was so busy musing that he had forgotten about the protesters outside. He looked back over at them to see that they were all being rounded up and arrested, and by stormtroopers at that. Somebody obviously wanted to send a message about what the VE thought about pacifists...

“Victory at all costs,” he murmured absently.

Lt. Grey must have heard him, because she too followed Ibram's stare over to where the protesters were being rounded up... and smiled.

“Yes, it is quite poignant, isn't it?”

Ibram turned round to look at her, all emotion gone from his face. Lt/ Grey merely smiled again.

"Glad to have you abpard, Lieutenant."

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Ibram sat in his permanent office aboard the Atrus. It had been one standard day since his conversation with the two spooks, and he wasn't feeling any better. It had been a bit of sucky week for him, all things considered... Mira leaving, Korant's betrayal and subsequent show-execution... even his promotion to 2nd Lieutenant was a slightly soured, seeing as in Operation: Indigo was a failure.

And now I have to orientate and train two brand new Non-coms, he thought.

That in itself wasn't hard, however it was trying to keep them in the loop planning wise without revealing the true nature of the mission. The spooks had advised that the less people who knew about it, the better.

His revere was broken as a beeping on his desk alerted him to the fact that his new officers were outside. He pushed a button, and watched as Petty Officer Cadie Reese, and Petty Officer Cali'reharn entered his office. The two newly promoted pilots marched in front of his desk and saluted smartly, eyes to the front, just like they taught you in the academy.

“At ease,” Ibram said as he saluted back. “Please, take a seat both of you.”

He took a moment to contemplate as his new flight leaders made themselves comfortable. Cadie, sometimes known as 'Tinker', had proved very resourceful during Operation: Indigo. Him and her had also done a lot of bonding whilst she hitched a ride in his interceptor, which showed Ibram that even though she had a bit of a rough exterior, she possessed a deep well of self-motivation and potential, thus making her a perfect candidate for flight leader.

Cali'reharn, or 'Cali' to those who were either too lazy or too linguistically challenged to pronounce her full name, had a record that spoke for itself. Graduated directly out of the academy into special forces, she had shown immense potential and drive, despite only having been in the service a few months. She was also the obvious choice after Sicario went MIA, again.

Together, Ibram hoped they would be able to help hold the squadron together, as well as provide Ibram with some much needed delegation room. He suspected that there would be more tough missions like this one in the future, and he needed a good team behind him to, at the very least, stop him from going crazy.

“So, I assume you've bother taken your exams, along with the command orientation training?” He asked.

“Yes sir,” they replied.

“Good. The squadron is a little thin on numbers right now, so you won't have a full flight to contend with. Still that doesn't mean you should slack, not for an instance.”

After a few more inspirational words and advice about the various facets of command, Ibram reluctantly moved on the subject of the next mission.

“I've just uploaded the latest mission briefing to your documents. As you can see, Naval Intelligence has issued us with an SD-4 Order, which is just a fancy way of them saying they can tell us what to do for at least the next 6 months.”

He turned in his chair to look at the large holo screen that was on the far side of his office, which presently showed a map of their destination.

If I don't look at them, it'll make this lying business easier, he mused.

“We've been assigned once again to the eastern territories, although this time we'll actually get to stick around and take in the sites. It appears despite the recent truce with the Imperial Dominion, the sector still hasn't recovered properly from the recent skirmishes. Morale is low, and resources are tight.”

The hub for the sector, Typhus, started to flash as Ibram continued the briefing.

“We will be based out of the principle system, Typhus, at the Badejoz space station. From there, we will probably be deployed to all the out lying systems such as Bannth, Ios, Yetton & Epsilon etc.”

Ibram closed down the map and turned to face his new officers.

“A full squadron briefing will be tomorrow at 1300 hours, and we will depart the following day. Further instructions will be relayed to us when we arrive,” which was technically true.

“Any questions?” He asked finally. There were none.

“Dismissed.”

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May 27, 2009 8:09:30 PM    View the profile of Tinker 
Tinker nodded at Cali as they left Ibram's office and parted ways. Her mind was bursting with the events recently. Her first mission was a failure which just pissed her off to no end. Cadie began to pat the pockets on her uniform, she desperately needed a smoke. Tink twisted to avoid running into two pilots passing her, they were so into their conversation they completely missed her presence in the hallway. Her body twisted and she glared at the two pilots, they were friends, and that really bothered her right now.

She had a friend. The two of them hung out, drank together, worked out, hell they even danced together at the Ball. Tinker closed her eyes and ran her hand through her long red hair. The day they executed Flyboy, she spent the entire day in the cantina. She woke up the next morning covered in sweat and vomit on the gym floor. Nobody went near that gym the day after that, there really is nothing more scary than a pissed off and hung-over red head.

Now she was a flight leader, a responsible leader a person who needed to keep a level head. Tinker rounded a corner heading back towards the Atrus cantina she knew so well. Cadie knew better than to drink as much as she had the day of the execution. She was so angry with Flyboy, he deceived her and hurt her in a way no one had. The voices in her head mocked her for being stupid and befriending someone. She kicked herself for not seeing it before they were all almost killed. That was why she drank that day, Tinker needed to forget that he ever existed.

Cadie passed through the familiar threshold and walked towards the dimly lit bar. She could see many pilots sitting at the tables, a fairly jubilant card game was playing in the corner, but the bar was blissfully less populated.

The bartender was a chubby man, with a blond beard. A white rag in his hand, he was wiping the bar down and only glanced up to nod at the smirking Tinker. “Hey.”

He scowed at the girl. “We are not going to get sloppy again are we, ma'am?”

Tinker rubbed her eye, she felt tired. “No, nothing like that. Had to spend three hours with a splitting cranium cleaning the gym. A lesson like that sticks with you.”

The man shook his head an hobbled as he walked over to grab a clean glass. Yanking a bottle of corellian whiskey from its resting place, he held it high and filled the glass. Then he winked at Tinker as he slid it in front of her.

Tinker just shook her head at the man and watched as he went back to cleaning the bar. Sipping the drink, Cadie turned around to lean on the bar. She could see Romanflame sipping something that looked distinctly non-alcoholic by himself at a table not far from the bar.

Arthur noticed his new flight leader and nodded before returning to his thoughts. The young pilot had impressed Cadie on the last mission. He kept his cool even though his fighter had been blown to crap by an asteroid. Calm under pressure, they needed more like him.

Mal Calad, one of the new pilots Viper had just acquired was sitting down the bar from Cadie. The two had met briefly before on his first day, Cadie looked forward to working with him. The man was interesting and Tinker liked interesting people, normal people were just so boring.

Movement caught her eye, at one of the nearby tables. Cali was sitting down with her bland drink and motioned for the other flight leader to sit with her. Tinker resisted the urge to roll her eyes, she still needed time to herself after Korant but she also wasn't going to be rude.

“Hey Cali.” Tinker spoke evenly to the Twi'lek as she pulled out one of the chairs and sat down, her drink clanking on the table as she completed her decent.

“Tinker, have you met any of the new recruits?” Cali looked at the red head with raised eyebrows.

Cadie took another sip from her drink. “Yeah, I met Mal the other day. He's not the talkative type, but I get the feeling he is an interesting one.”

Cali sipped her drink before continuing. “How are you Cadie?”

Tinker shrugged. “My arm still gives me aches from time to time. Its amazing what they can do with bacta these days so I'm not really complaining. But this thing with Korant, that is really bothering me. I mean did they have to...handle it that way? There had to be another way right?”

Cali looked more interested in the conversation than she had been up until that point. “You don't think he deserved to be executed? That young man could have gotten us all killed.”

“I know.” Tinker slammed her not previously broken fist down on the table with a bit more emotion than she intended. “I wanted to rip his head off myself when Ibram told us, but then another part of me...bah I don't know Cali. See this is why I drink, so I don't think this hard.”

Cali shook her head at the human.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
May 28, 2009 8:11:34 PM    View the profile of bjorkfrid 
“Look, we can't guess the motivations for it but there are protocols to be observed...”

“Protocols!? Sure filing reports, making sure we don't get our butts blown to pieces whilst we out in the void but c'mon Cali you think Korant deserved it.”

Cali was silent. She respected Cadie but she found it difficult to communicate with her, her red-headed fellow flight-leader was forthright to say the least.

“Cali?” Cadie blew out an exasperated sigh and drew an unhealthy swig from her tumbler. Cali used the silence to think of something less heated to discuss.

“I read Jolinar's mission report.” Her Rutian counter-part had been assigned to Cali's wing, she was brash but so was her flying. At least it was better than the other Twi'lek Rutian. He was anything but blue.

“You pulled off of some special stuff back moon-side.”

“Jolinar said that?” Cadie's disbelief was visual as her heavy-bagged eyes widened. She had hit this place hard the on the day of execution. “It was nothing, I'll make sure I'll call in that drink of hers.”

“Sure – we ga-als got to stick together, right?” The phrase sounded hollow and the awkwardness of Cali's pronunciation made the idea akin to punishment.

“I'm sure.” Cadie deliberately allowed her belligerence tone to show through such a simple statement.

“I guess we're no longer the new guys, the squadron – I don't know...” Cali trailed off, it was perplexing to contemplate her hasty promotion as well as Cadie's and there was Rutian too. She couldn't even begin to imagine what the Navy where thinking recruiting him but Cali admiration for her superior, Ibram had grown over his ability to control the Twi'lek's instability.
“No – you're right Cali, we've got to show the new guys how to fly.”

Cali allowed herself to laugh. Cadie seemed to warmed up to her position of command, maybe it was the thought of her ability to exercise power. She placed the empty glass on the less than clean table and shrugged her shoulders the act a motif of her non-nonchalance.

“Thats your department of course Tink.” Cali said with a playful wink. It would be pointless to discuss Korant's fate further. Gamblers of fate. Cali had no time for them, not any more.

“Oh yeah – can't wait to get them dancing to my tune in asteroid fields of the Eastern Territories.” Cadie's pale green eye for the first time since she had sat down seemed to glow with an inner fire tinging them with reddish glow like she was channeling a higher power.

“I hear you have a bit of a two-step.” Cali chimed in. Sicario had helped her relax, he had a way with words and getting people to ease up about life. He was gone now.

“Ha!” Cadie exclaimed. She straightened her back suddenly with an audible crack. Staring Cali in the eyes with an arm powerfully under her chin she said, “But who've I got to dance with – huh?”

With that she stood up and drew her hand lazily over her face. Her tired frame seemed to vibrate with fatigue. Cali looked at the stained table in front of her. Mixes of brown and pasty yellow infused the surface with a murky and disgusting glow. It made Cali's stomach turn. She disliked bars but with her new position she had wanted to be accessible for the new squadron members.

“I best be going Cali. Don't do anything I wouldn't.” With that the crimson streak blurred across the room and exited. Cali wasn't given the time to say something reassuring but she knew that Cadie was better off trying to get through this without the intervention of her emotional sterility. She drained her herbal infusion. With a exhaled breath through her nostrils she lent back into the chair. Coughing lightly in reaction to whatever was in her cocktail of wellbeing she bit her lip in both worry and distraction. What exactly was Viper to do in Typhus? It was an ugly name, a name that only a human could give. Ibram would reveal the intentions later. It didn't really mater to Cali. All that did was shallow breaths she drew in from the slightly dank air of the cantina.

“Excuse me Ms.” The voice oozed military.

Cali turned with little effort to face a pair of unnerving silver eyes. A figure dressed in free flowing robes. A face scarred but nevertheless less handsome.
“I'm Senior Crewman Jeric Kyrios.” His voice flowed with a clipped accent. The kind of accent that gave orders.

“Y-y-y-yes. Of course. I am....” With a confident smile he cut in.

“Petty Officer second class Cali'reharn. I've been assigned to your wing.” He silently dropped himself into the seat where Cadie had been seated.

“That you have Crewman Jer...”

“Senior Crewman.” He interjected.

“Yes, I mean Senior Crewman Jeric.” She corrected herself. Definitely past-military she thought. “Welcome to Viper.”

“But of course.” His words seemed to ignore Cali.

“I'm sure you've been brought up to speed about me.” He flared his nostrils slightly as rubbed the bridge of his noise in a distracted manner.

As he brushed his forehead Cali stealthily removed a datapad from her pocket. Meeting his eyes she blindly accessed the file concerning new recruits to the squadron with her thumb smearing the cracked screen. She cautioned a quick glance down at the screen. Senior Crewman Kryios. Anaxaes Security Force. Top brass up-bringing. Anaxaes a home away from home for all the well-bred Coruscanti. Cali had spent two weeks there on a fish-run. Crawling  full of thorough-bred core-worlders on the make. Nice place. Nice being a word to indicate shunning to the alien species. She wondered what a clean guy like Kryios was doing out in the middle of nowhere. Probably making a name for himself in no doubt a family full of name-makers. Exactly the right candidate for this outfit.

“I have Kryios. Your record with the ASF proceed you but now you want to...”

“Hone my space combat skills.” This could become an unbearable trait Cali mused. Still keenness was preferred to psychotic crewman.

“Indeed Senior Crewman. Indeed. I suggest you hit the sims to get yourself acquainted with the F'n'Gs.” Cali was mesmerized by the the constantly updating list of honors the name Kyrios brought up on the holo-net search. Her fellow wingman seemed to look past her making an elaborate detailed impression of his surroundings down to the bare particles.

“F'n'Gs?” He asked puzzled.

“Fangs and – Interceptors I mean.” Cali ran her tongue harshly across the back of her front teeth in act of self-scolding. She needed to stay on protocol. No allowance for outdated, alien slang. In a wave of newly enlightened power she added, “I'll get Senior Crewman Jolinar to show you the details of our simulation system.”

His silver eyes flitted and then focused on her. He had presence but his scarring, or what Cali believed to be scarring suggested the costs at taken due toll on him. Not like hers she thought. Idiocies of childhood. Long ago out on the rockies with no care. No past.

“I've sent her message of your appointment and she should contact you within the hour to arrange a quick skirmish.” She rolled her empty glass from one hand to the other in an absent manner.

“I look forward to it. Is there anything else I should know?” He sounded eager but at the same time dismissive like a parent placating a child.

“Briefing will be announced in due course, so just get used to your space legs.” With her turn of phrase falling on death ears. The tall recruit brandished a quick but firm salute cast down to her slumped form. In a flurry of robes he had scoured the perimeter to of the bar then existed like a night wind.

Maybe Cadie was right. Drink helped. The aftertaste of her herbal mix soured into a dry powder on the back of her tongue. She physically grimaced at the sensation. So much for establishing her authority on her squad mates. She stared up at the smoggy ceiling and whistled a gentle melody to lull her senses into a sanctity of half-awareness.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
May 28, 2009 9:20:15 PM    View the profile of Romanflame 
After Arthur found out that Korant had been executed.  He went to his ship to see the how much of the damage his ship took was left to fix.  As he was looking over it the repair crew came over, he asked the crew if they minded if he helped them.  They said as long as he did not get in the way he could.  He went to work on the coms system so he did not need another member of his squad near him the relay a message to the others.  He spent the rest of the night fixing it.  The next morning he went to work on his shields when he finished he found out the rest of his repairs were done as well. 

The repair guys were shocked when Arthur had finished the shields and said,  "We never thought a pilot could do the job as well as we do."

Arthur could only say "I need to know the ship I fly inside and out.  It help when you get shot down and there is no crew to fix the ship, or when you can not afford to have someone do it for you."

With nothing else to do he went to his room and grabbed a bag and went right for the gym for a little work out. He spent the next few hours on every machine they had in that gym, and did some of the training he learned from his teacher from his home-world.  He was almost at peace then he remembered what happened and needed to sleep it off. He went to his room and had a power nap.

After his power nap, he went to the bar with a small pouch full of spices (Ryll, Giggledust, and Yarrock) that he combined and was not taken away from him when he joined.  He went right for the bar and he asked the bartender if he could make a spiced tea with the spices he brought at first the bartender said no but then as Arthur started to turn to leave the bartender saw the Viper Logo on his arm, he said he would because he heard about the execution of Korant.

He made it and gave it to Arthur.  Arthur went to a table and sat there alone looking over a data pad. Soon after he sat Arthur noticed his new flight leader and nodded before returning to the drink that sat in front of him.  He drank it down and started to look over his pad again.

A few hours later he could feel the Giggledust kicking in.  He was thinking about getting one with their spices but remembered that the other spice was not a strong as his because most humans could not handle it.  He remembered the first human he gave a glass to and could only smile because they only took one sip and passed out.  He started to go to his room to sleep it off like he always did.  When he woke up he was his old self again.  He went to the gym and began his training again.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
May 28, 2009 10:23:50 PM    View the profile of Jolinar 
Jolinar had just finished a harsh bout of training, got a hot rock massage, had a long soak in a tub full of hot water, and had another massage with warmed scented oils rubbed into her skin.  She walked into her room, and groaned when she saw the message light blinking on her com console.

The message was from Cali, wanting her to see to a new recruit's training on the simulators.  From the undertones in the message, the man was an arrogant patronizing son of a Gamorrean who needed to be taken down a few pegs.  Jolinar wanted to run him through the toughest sim she could find or create, just to see if he was as good as he thought he was.  Unfortunately, Cali...either knowing her current mood, or just knowing her...had specifically said NOT to be too hard on him to start out.  She'd stated very clearly it was to be nothing more than a few runs through some short sims to get the newbie acquainted with the Interceptors, and let him get a feel for them.  Jolinar sent Cali a reply confirming and accepting the request, then punched in Kyrios's com number and left him a message to meet her in the sim room in fifteen minutes.  She changed into something more official-looking than her sleepwear-like attire, and headed off to the sim room.

Jolinar was in the sim room in five minutes flat.  Plenty of time to set up a few runs for the newbie.  Following orders, she'd only run him through a few short to moderate ones.  She wasn't going to make things too easy on him, however.  She set the parameters on the simulations, and sat back at the control desk where she could monitor how Kyrios handled things.  She made sure to set it up so that all the results printed in hardcopy as well as being sent to Cali's personal inbox.  That way, she could see how their newest teammate did, and work on patching up his weaknesses.  Jolinar fully expected Kyrios to take the same tone with her that he had with Cali.  However, she'd had experience dealing with his sort before and knew how to handle them.  She didn't doubt that he'd demand something more challenging once he'd finished the series of runs Jolinar was setting up for him.  She could...with pleasure as well as legitimacy...refuse him on the grounds of not going against orders.  With that thought in mind, she kicked her feet up on the desk and made herself comfortable.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
May 29, 2009 1:39:54 PM    View the profile of Calad 
Viper had had a small stain on it when Mal Calad was assigned to the squadron. Mal didn't delve further into it - he read into the matter further anyway when he heard rumors. People gave away nuances that they wouldn't normally. From what Mal knew, "Flyboy" as he was known had allowed enemies of the Empire to access files which had compromised Viper's last mission.

He was summarily executed.

And the execution had caused quite the stir - not an outright stir, but it was subtle. Not that that bothered Mal. You play with fire, you'll get burned eventually. And in Flyboy's case, it was more true than just simple idiom. Especially if the firebrand is wielded by the Empire.

The only reason Mal had come to the cantina that day was to "bond" with his fellow pilots. That is to say, if any of them took notice of him. As it stood, there was Romanflame, who had been here for the last mission, and the two new flight leaders Cali'reharn (Mal was going to stick with Cali, because Twi'lek names gave him a splitting headache) and Tinker. He thought of her as Tinker because that's how she was introduced to him. Or was she? Mal couldn't really remember. It was a detail that didn't really matter, not to him or anybody.

For the moment, Mal watched the card game in the corner. Not straight on, but out of the corner of his eye he could see it was a game of sabaac between a two pros and even more fish, and the fish were losing their money faster than their salaries earned it. The sharks were counting cards like they'd be doing it their whole lives. Mal chuckled, smiling a secret smile to himself. If only they knew. For a second, Mal was tempted to go over and win their money back for them, but he decided against it, both because he didn't want to draw undo attention and, as if to counter that, he heard his own name being called across the cantina.

"Mal!" the voice called. "Hey, Mal, you deaf?" Mal turned his head to see the source of the call and saw that the red-headed Petty Officer was calling and beckoning to him. It wasn't an order, but he supposed he had to follow it like it was one anyway. He shifted out of his seat, rising slowly and taking his glass, which was filled with water as it usually was. He made his way down the bar and stiffened to salute when, like the other day, Tinker waved away his show of deference.

"Not here, Mal. Senior Crewman Mal Calad, meet Petty Officer Second Class Cali'reharn." Mal held out his hand politely, and she took it.

"Call me Cali, Mal," she said, and Mal nodded. Tinker beckoned him to a seat beside her, and Mal turned so he could see the two.

"What's your poison?" the Twi'lek asked him.

"Water," Mal said with very little expression. "S'clean," he added, his words slurring together in his rustic accent. He saw Tinker nod at this, but it was more of a polite nod than an emphatic nod. The three of them sat together for a few moments, sipping their drinks and remaining awkwardly silent. At least, other people would have thought it awkward. To Mal, silence was silence and there was no adding qualifiers to it. Cali broke the silence eventually.

"So what do you think of Viper, Mal? Feel at home?"

Mal thought about it for a second, his face contorted in thought. "As home as anybody can anywhere, I guess."

"Anything amiss?"

Mal shook his head, his left eye closing to indicate negation. "Nah. Navy's a shiny, well-kept place. M'from a hunk of criminal rock. Lots of Hutts."

Tinker immediately spoke up: "Where are you from, Mal?" Her voice indicated legitimate interest.

"Tatooine. Glad to be gone."

"I'll drink to that," Cadie said, raising her glass for them to toast. They did, and Mal took down the last draws of his water, setting the glass on the bar and knuckling the bar to get the bartender's attention.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
May 31, 2009 10:09:28 AM    View the profile of Jolinar 
Kyrios sauntered into the sim room as if he were bored.  He looked Jolinar over as if appraising a piece of meat for sale.  *Wrong way to start, bub.*  Jolinar thought.  "Your sim module is over there."  Jolinar pointed to the one she'd set up for him, keeping her tone civil but firm and leaving no room for argument or cause for complaint.  Get in and we'll get started."  Kyrios was clearly not happy, but didn't have a way to wiggle out of doing as she'd said.  Jolinar spent a few minutes explaining the basic layout and operation of the Interceptors they used before starting the sim runs.  Kyrios was a reasonably good pilot.  Apparently his boasts in that area had some grounding in reality.  He had some difficulty with the first two sims, was showing improvement in the third and fourth, and finished the last one with flying colors.  Jolinar groaned at herself mentally almost as soon as the unintentional pun came into her thoughts.  "All right, not bad.  Now that you 're familiar with the controls and handling of Interceptors, I'm sure you can use the sim room to get in practice whenever you want...on your own time of course.  Check with Ibram first to be sure, but it shouldn't be a problem."  Kyrios popped the hatch at the rear of the sim module where the engines would be in a real TIE and climbed out.  "That's it?  That's the best you've got?"  Kyrios taunted.  "How about a real challenge?  Fire up the hardest sim you've got and join me.  We can fly against each other and really test ourselves."  Jolinar kept her face blank, not allowing her mental smirk to show.  Her prediction proved true.  Her voice and lekku were both calm as she spoke.  "No.  I was given specific instructions.  This was specifically designed to bring you up to speed, to see that you got the training you needed to fly with us and not be a danger to us or yourself.  As far as testing myself against another pilot I do that every time I go into combat against the enemy.  I have no need or desire to play pissing games with my squadmates.  It doesn't really matter which of us is better than the other.  It only matters how much better we are than the enemy."  With that, Jolinar glided gracefully out of the sim room before Kyrios could formulate a response.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
May 31, 2009 1:52:56 PM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
OOC:
Briefing – Important Info

Destination: Typhus system, Badejoz Space Station
Nature of Assignment: Long-term
Method of Travel: Ferry Shuttle, Courtesy of Naval Logistics*
Travel Time: 6 Hours (approx)
Fighters: Yes – Will be there when we arrive.**
Mission: Unknown at this point. Despite Ibram already knowing what Viper will be doing, as far as you are concerned, we will be receiving further instructions upon arrival.

* It will be a large shuttle, say something like an Assault-class shuttle, but modified for commercial use.
** Any C/D posts from now on should take into account that the fighters were shipped out the evening before the meeting.

Note: Feel free to mention the presence of the VENI spook, Lt. Grey, however don't talk to her :P


MSSD Atrus
The following day, 1300 hours


Ibram sipped from his mug of caff as the squadron slowly filed into the briefing room. He nodded to Cali and Cadie as they took their seats at the front, and waited patiently whilst the other pilots took their seats.

He noticed Lieutenant Grey also enter the room, slipping into a seat right at the back.

Great, just what I need, he thought. He was having a hard time keeping things from the squadron as it was, doing it whilst she was in the room was taking the biscuit.

“Afternoon everyone,” he said as the last person sat down.

“I hope you've all enjoyed the couple of days we've had off, you're probably not going to see the Atrus or the home systems for a while.”

Ibram paused, allowing for a swath of confused & concerned faces as people tried to figure out what he meant.

“We're being assigned to the eastern territories, this time more permanently. High command feels they need a more firm presence in the area, what with all the recent troubles, and we will be assigned to the to carry out whatever missions are deemed necessary for the stability of the area.”

A half truth, which was the best they were going to get for a while. Ibram looked up to see Lt. Grey give him a small smile. He noticed Cadie and a couple of others giving the intelligence officer some sideways glances.

“For those of you who are wondering, the VENI officer sitting at the back is Lieutenant 'Grey', which is of course an alias. Intelligence has recently issued us a Special Disposition order, which basically means they can tell us what to do for a while. Don't pay much heed to it or them.”

Ibram took a moment to pause and gather his thoughts. He was still unsure what to tell his squadron and what not to.

Oh well, we've got to get there first, we'll leave it at that.

“You have four hours to get your affairs in order, pack your things, and report to Hangar bay 20-alpha. Our fighters are already en route to Typhus, they left yesterday in one of the supply convoys, we'll be catching a shuttle.”

Ibram couldn't help but smile as he saw the squadron struggle with how to react to that piece of news. On the one hand, it meant they didn't have to make the trip cooped up in their fighters, but on the other, they'd travelled in far better accommodation, the Suspense, for example...

“That's all for now. Dismissed.”

Ibram avoided looking at the Lieutenant as the squadron filed out to get ready for the journey. He stopped Cali and Cadie and spoke with them for a few minutes, before grabbing his caff and trying to make a stealthy exit. Unfortunately, the Lieutenant appeared to have anticipated his actions, and Ibram found himself face to face with her as he exited the briefing room.

“Very interesting briefing Tyrol, I should drop in more often.”

Ibram thought about ignoring her and just walking on, but that would have been rude and he suspected she would get some sort of twisted satisfaction from it.

“VENI making sure I don't spill the beans?” He said instead, although he did start walking.

Lieutenant Grey fell into step beside him.

“You could say that, although I really do find you interesting.”

Ibram stopped and gave the Lieutenant a quizzled, yet faintly amused look.

“Lieutenant Grey... are you hitting on me?”

The Lieutenant' smile didn't falter. “Is that so hard to imagine? VENI like to court as well you know” She said.

“I'm sure,” he said. “But 'Courting' would require you to have a full set of emotions and, well, a soul.”

The Lieutenant simply laughed. “I think we're going to get along just fine Ibram. I'll see you at Typhus.”

Ibram watched her walk away and disappear around a corner. He shivered slightly, as if he had just been touched by a ghost, and carried on towards his office.

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Ibram looked out of the small viewport he had by his seat. As the shuttle pulled away from the super carrier, Ibram watched in awe as the Atrus came fully into view. He never got tired of seeing it up close from space. It was sleek, majestic... the pinnacle of power of authority.

Around it floated the smaller logistical and support vessels that always accompanied the flagship wherever it went. In the distance, the moon Abrea could be seen hanging in the void like a globe, and beyond it was the gad giant Tague, which the moon orbited. Ibram had never been up close to the gas giant since enlisting in the navy, although he had always wanted to. Then again, he wasn't sure if it was safe...

“Quite a sight, wouldn't you say Lieutenant?”

Ibram turned round too see Cadie standing besides his seat. He smiled at her as she sat down next to him.

“Indeed it is Petty Officer, one I never tire of seeing.”

The two sat in silence for a few minutes. The intercom buzzed and the pilot announced that they would soon be making making their first jump, first to the Rheagent system, where they would pick up the Tyhpus/Rheagent Highway that was the major route too and from the Eastern Territories. On the whole, the trip should take somewhere between 6/7 hours.

“So, I take it the spooks are are giving us at least some of the missions?”

Ibram's stomach tightened as he turned round to face his officer. He had been afraid someone would make that connection.

“Indeed,” he said. “They have a few missions they would like us to do in the East. Morale is quite low there, and they're worried of more revolts.”

Cadie snorted, “That may be, but what I'm worried about is what they'll be asking us to do. We're not exactly spies.”

Ibram's gaze faltered, and he looked back out of the window.

“No... we're not,” he said.
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Instructions in the main topic
"Determining the appropiate level of interference in somebody elses war is never a simple matter."

  - Special Circumstances

Second Lieutenant Ibram Tyrol
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We fly, you die

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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 1, 2009 9:46:56 AM    View the profile of Tinker 
Cadie looked out the window from her vantage point behind Ibram. He seemed very distracted by something, but Cadie just could not put her finger on what it was. Working for spooks was not her ideal career move, but if that was what they had to do then so be it.

Sitting back in the chair Tinker closed her eyes and remembered being young on Nar Shadda. She remembered her parents traveling around in their clunker of a transport. They would have loved to see the beauty they were currently riding on. These chairs alone were more comfortable than her bunk on that ship. She smirked as her mind drifted to those days, the truth was she would give anything to be back on that ship with her parents in that lumpy bunk.

Cadie felt herself being pushed into the chair as the transport accelerated. Gah, she really loved that feeling. Tinker could hear the intercom buzz again and the pilot spoke again, letting them know that they should walk around the transport now that they were in hyperspace. He listed off various recommended sections and highlights but Cadie was zoned out thinking about the mission.

She wasn't sure what they would be doing this time. The lack of details made her think they were details she was not going to like. Part of her hated not knowing every detail, but the other half of her was exhilarated by the unknown. It was like having two people being trapped in the same body. But that’s how she had felt ever since her parents went missing. Cadie still couldn’t say died, such a simple word and explanation. But she still couldn’t bring herself to accept the fact that they would not be coming back.

Needing to stretch her legs, Tinker ran a hand through her long red hair and started to stand. She was blocked by a tall slender woman who had placed her bony hand on the chair in front of Cadie and smiled so sweetly Cadie was sure she would be sick.

“Can I help you?” Cadie’s words were sarcastic and laced with venom.

The woman’s eyes flicked to Cadie and down to her rank insignia then back up. “Yes Petty Officer, you can remove yourself from that seat. I’d really appreciated it.”

Cadie raised her eyebrow and snapped her head to look at Ibram. Her green eyes were pleading with him to let her deck the chick. “You need me to stay, sir?” The words struggled to get past her gritted teeth.

Ibram smirked and looked from Cadie to the woman. “No that’s alright Tinker. I’m sure whatever Lieutenant Grey has to say to me is very important. I’ll see you later.” Cadie rolled her eyes then glared at the woman as she rose from her chair and proceeded down the aisle of the passenger area. She turned back to see Lt. Grey waving at her as she sat down next to Ibram.

“Humpf.” Cadie sneered back at the woman.

“You okay, Tink?” Cadie looked down at the voice and saw Cali looking up at her from her datapad.

Tinker shook her head and plopped down next to her fellow flight leader in the plush chair. “Yeah, I just hate being told what to do by pretentious, stuck-up, too much make up wearing…”

Cali’s laughter stopped Tinker’s rant. “Okay, yes I see. Well how about we get your mind off of…who was this again?”

Cadie grumbled with her arms crossed like a child. “Lieutenant Grey.”

Cali clicked off her datapad and slipped it into a pocket on her jacket. “Come on, let’s go explore the ship. See what our flight members are up to, how much trouble they’ve already gotten into.”

Cadie looked over at Cali, still with her arms crossed. “Oh alright, lead the way.”
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 3, 2009 3:51:59 PM    View the profile of Jolinar 
On her way out of the briefing room, Jolinar gave ‘Lt. Grey’ a glare as she passed her.  Jolinar was plenty used to such people, but that didn’t mean she had to like them.  Tempted as she was to make a snarky comment, Jolinar restrained herself though not without effort.  Cadie and Cali remained behind, she noted.  Tempted as she was by the thought of a good strong drink…a Tatooine Sunrise maybe…she knew she’d be flying in only a few hours, so that was out of the question for now.  Jolinar roamed the ship instead, not really in the mood for yet more training either in combat or in the sims.  She was too wound up to be able to relax, though.  So she walked, nodding to the few people she saw in passing, and deflecting any attempts at conversation.  Jolinar paused at a viewport, and allowed her mind to wander as she watched the swirling pulsing blue of hyperspace pass by.  The presence of an intelligence operative combined with their semi-permanent to permanent stationing in the Eastern Territories couldn’t mean anything good.  Outwardly, the briefing seemed aboveboard.  Jolinar knew they weren’t being told everything.  It was the only conclusion she could draw, based on the presence of ‘Lt. Grey’, their new assignment being under the command of the intel guys, and her past experiences as a mercenary and as a former part of Reaper squadron before it was disbanded.  As much as she hated not knowing exactly what was going on, and as much as she was tempted to go searching for information on her own, she didn’t doubt that despite certain skills the intel guys were watching everyone.  Especially after that idiot Flyboy not only fell for the tricks of the enemy, but got himself caught.  She couldn’t decide which was worse.  It would have been one thing if he’d been a plant by their enemies and got discovered.  It was something else entirely to have started out as loyal to the VE and then get caught up in something like he had.  Jolinar growled in frustration and let her forehead fall against the transparisteel.  Her lekku twitched in irritation, much like the tail of an irritated feline.  She didn’t bother trying to stop them…more effort than it was worth at the moment.  After a moment, Jolinar pushed herself away from the viewport and continued walking.  Something of her mood must have shown on her face, or some of the smarter non-twi’leks must have had experience with reading twi’lek body language because everyone she passed darted out of her path when they saw her coming, and none tried to engage her in conversation.  She realized she was near the cantina, and decided a small drink would be acceptable.  Her adrenaline would burn it out of her system before she had to fly.  And if she ate something along with it, that would help absorb the alcohol.

Jolinar sat at a table in the back corner and ordered a shot of Mandalorian fire whiskey and the largest nerf steak on the menu…extra rare.  She also ordered a glass of iced tea to go along with it.  The drinks arrived first, and she immediately downed the fire whiskey.  The burn helped take the worst of the edge off.  Jolinar’s steak and tea were next, and she all but ignored the tea in favor of tearing into the steak with an almost savage ferocity.  Some of the other patrons seemed disgusted by it, Jolinar noticed vaguely.  She ignored them, and continued eating.  Jolinar’s bad mood had abated by the time she’d finished her steak.  She contemplated getting a little bread to mop up the juices when someone sat down across from her.

“Hello, Lia’ry.  Have fun at the after-briefing party with the nice lieutenant lady?”  Jolinar teased Cali, who curled her lekku and wrinkled her face to indicate her displeasure at dealing directly with ‘Lt, Grey’.

“That woman’s nothing more than a…” Cadie, who’d sat in another chair at the table, began.  Her dislike of the lieutenant was easy to read for anyone who looked.  Jolinar saw her glance at the bloody juices from the nerf steak remaining on Jolinar’s plate.  “What did you do?  Eat your meat raw?”  Cadie asked, wrinkling her nose.

“Near enough.  I can get you one if you want.”  Jolinar replied blandly, shrugging her shoulders and crinkling her eyes in amusement.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 4, 2009 6:02:00 PM    View the profile of Romanflame 
After the briefing Arthur went to check his supply kit to make sure it was restocked just in case something went wrong in his fighter.  He was kinda glad he did not have it on board his fighter because in needed to be restocked.  He went to the maintenance office to see if he could get some supplies.  The maintenance officer asked " What do you need and what is it for?"

Arthur said, "I need to refill this kit so I have the supplies I need if my ship gets damaged and I can't get to someone who can repair it."

"Is that all you need?" he asked Arthur.

"Yep, that should cover it," Arthur responded, the maintenance officer filled the kit and handed it to Arthur.  After he filled it he checked his other gear and packed it.  Then he grabbed his newly packed gear and got top his seat on the shuttle.  He looked out the view screen and watched hyperspace go by as he was always interested in it.  He sat there for a little while but he was getting a little hungry.

He went to to cantina to get some food when he got there he saw Jolinar already there eating a Nerf steak.  He ordered a Bantha burger and found a seat near the back of the cantina.  The burger got to him and he began to eat. He was almost done when Cali, and Cadie came in together and sat down next to Jolinar and began talking.  After he was done with the burger he started to head to the gym.  He spent the next hour on his training to keep himself active and to kill time till they got to the eastern territories.  When he was finished he had no idea how much time was left till they got to the system, so he started to wounder around the ship.  After he finished the  trip around he went back to his seat and started to read over some files he had in his data pad.  He was reading over some fighter maneuvers he got from the Naval Academy when out of the corner of his eye he saw the VENI officer and remembered that both him and Flyboy were in the academy together and they might be watching him.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 5, 2009 6:04:19 AM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
OOC:
Don't forget guys, you can post about the journey as well. Technically we've already left :P
"Determining the appropiate level of interference in somebody elses war is never a simple matter."

  - Special Circumstances

Second Lieutenant Ibram Tyrol
Viper Squadron
Commanding Officer
We fly, you die

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Adjunctant
Office of the Naval Executive Officer
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 5, 2009 11:55:14 AM    View the profile of bjorkfrid 
Cali lead her fellow flight-leader Cadie along the low hung ceiling leaving the luxury and comfort of the front deck passenger area with their superiors, skeletons and all.

''You know you should really get that datapad fixed, I'm surprised you can see anything through the cracks.'' Cadie's voice was distracted and she was still trying to shake of Grey's ghostly disruption.

“Perhaps, but everything should be viewed awr-y don't you think Tink?” Cali brushed her hand against her pocket unconsciously as Cadie stepped up beside her.

“Basic isn't you first language is it, Cali?” Mocked Cadie with a gentle tap on her skull. Cali resisted the urge to curse her crewmate with her native tongue and instead flitted her 'brain-tails' in an over dramatic display of annoyance.
“They don't teach the art of subtlety in Hutt space do they?” Cali remarked back, Cadie scoffed at her statement then stopped in her tracks.

“Have you been digging around on me?” Her voice bristled with a growing anger. Cali had only known of her fellow crew-mates home system when noticing Cadie

“Wha..” Cali began turning to face Cadie's newly born scowl.

“I don't appreciate my supposed crew mates trying to get some dirt on me.” Cali noticed that Cadie's left hand was shaking ever so slightly drawing itself into an unwelcoming fist.

“Tink...” Cali had guessed Cadie wasn't fond of people keeping tabs on her given her reaction to Grey's presence on this mission but it shocked her that she would accuse herself of anything underhand.

“Don't call me that worm-head, your kind are always trying to oil up close before the kill.” Cadie looked ready to maul Cali. “Just leave it!”

“Honestly, I was just jok...” Cali shot a quick glance to see if anyone was around both fearing an audience would ignite Cadie's furry into action but also hoping someone might be on hand to attend to her own safety. There corridor was empty and Cadie's eyes shown with hurt and pride wavering in the dim light like a twin-ed star in the final twilight of its existence, glowing their brightest before the final extinguish. Cali felt herself back against the slopping corridor's cold surface. She could feel tiny beads of sweat form against her hot skin, giving her fear away she raise her hands in protestation and a sign of weakness.

“What's funny?! I'm no fool okay? You shouldn't take me lightly. E chu ta!” Without warning she slammed her hand into the lighting system above her, sending the space around her and Cali into a dim darkness. The light fizzled limply and Tink cursed further. Cali jumped from the sound of the short-circuiting and the flash of Cadie's fists. She pivoted from the wall and worked her way to the lighter end of the corridor. When she looked back there was no sign of her red-haired colleague only shards of glass lining the darkness.

Cali stood for a moment, the sterile lighting illuminating one half her face. She looked dazed and stunned. She was still except for her lekku which vibrated with the low-hum of the shuttle-ferry's engines. With considerable effort she shook herself causing her flight-suit to jingle like a lone bell in a desolate field. She could understand Cadie's nerviness, her outburst however had taken Cali completely by surprise. She considered if she should mention the scene to Ibram but considered it ill-advised given the tension and instability in the squadron. It was barely fit for service as a military outfit. The Special Disposition order was a death knell waiting to happen.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 7, 2009 9:21:57 AM    View the profile of Tinker 
Cadie stormed off, walking through the halls hastily bumping into other pilots along the way. Why she was so angry she couldn't really put her finger on, but something about Cali looking up her personnel file just burned her. Her past was something that always made her overly sensitive, it was hard for her to process the feelings she had about losing her parents. Anyone who hit close to that mark was bound to get a reaction like the one she just had with Cali.

Tinker came to rest against a nice sized viewport, leaning her arm on the transpariglass and her head upon her arm, Cadie closed her eyes. She wished their fighters were on this renovated crate. She needed to sit in the cockpit right now, just to sit there and smell those familiar scents. Opening her eyes she turned her head up, keeping her forehead against her arm as she peered out the viewport.

The stars were zooming by, the pace they were moving at they looked more like streaks than distant planets and suns. Cadie needed a drink, she always needed a drink when she thought of her parents. Cali making her think of her parents just made another wave of anger sizzle down her spine.

“Gah.” Bang! Tinker pounded her fist against the transpariglass, and let out an exasperated sigh.

“Everything alright, Petty Officer?”

Cadie scowled and looked over at Romanflame. She pushed herself off the viewport and stood at full height. “Hey Arthur, gotten the chance to check out the ship yet.” Her voice was tired, from the emotional storm she just went though. Hopefully he didn't know her well enough to tell at this point.

“Yes ma'am, just finished a meal.”

Cadie nodded, that's right I did see them briefly. “Right you were with Jolinar in the cafeteria.”

“Yes ma'am.”

Tinker snickered and looked at Roman, he was an interesting young man and she needed to make a point to learn more about him. But she intended on doing it the normal way by talking to him not looking up his personnel file. Okay Cadie time to drop that. “Arthur, call me Tinker or Cadie but please not ma'am okay?”

“Yes ma...Tinker.”

Cadie nodded and smirked. “Yeah, better. I'll see you later.”

Tinker walked the halls of the ship. It was rather nice, the walls were creamy white with blue trim. Curtains were even hanging over some of the smaller viewports. Cadie didn't see the need in such pomp for a transport but who was she to complain.

Glancing in one of the many rooms filled with holocomputers, she could see Mal sitting studying some flight maneuver that looked vaguely familiar to Tink. Walking over to get a better look at his screen she felt the ship come to an abrupt stop. The familiar feeling didn't phase Tinker, but Mal looked around in shock.

“We're already there? Need to go.” He looked flustered and started to gather datapads.

“Take a seat, Crewman. That's the course adjustment we should be returning to hyperspace in...” Her voice trailed off as she cocked her head to listen to the engines. Cadie smiled as she heard the sound she was looking for. “Now.” The ship reared and returned to hyperspace, the familiar hum returning to the room.

“Oh thats right, forgot we had to make a mid-journey correction.” Calad relaxed in his seat, setting the datapads back on the table.

“Don't worry about it, what are you studying?” Cadie leaned over putting her hand on the back of his chair, a motion that seemed to make the young man uncomfortable.

“Needed to learn more about the Typhus system, but took a break to look at maneuvers.” His face was back in the holoscreen, he looked thoroughly engaged in whatever he was reading.

“Right, sounds good. Keep it up.” Tinker slapped the back of his chair and continued towards the door. Then skidded to a halt just before crossing the threshold. In the corner was a broken terminal. Cadie smirked and cracked her knuckles.

One thing Tinker never got to do anymore was fix things. The act of doing so centered her and she could use some therapeutic centering right now. Siting down she found a tool kit near the terminal and got to work opening the circuits to take a closer look.



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Okay guys, We are on our way zipping towards Typhus now. No posts dealing with anything before the briefing that should be wrapped up at this point. Just continue to find things to do on the ship, or talk to others in your squadron, they shouldn't bite . We will be in Typhus soon so make sure you get at least one more CD post in then its action-packed fun! Okay so carry on!
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 8, 2009 1:42:18 PM    View the profile of Jolinar 
After Cadie and Cali left, Jolinar lingered in the cantina awhile longer, finishing off her tea.  Jolinar wandered the ship again, passing a few people in her squadron.  She walked past the sim room, but kept going.  She'd be in a real fighter soon enough, and there was such a thing as over training.  Jolinar checked her chrono, and was surprised at how little time had passed.  She wandered into the lounges and entertainment areas, but didn't find anything that particularly interested her.  A few times, she thought she was being followed or watched by someone.  Not surprising, given the recent events.  Jolinar walked through an area where workers were repairing some of the electronics.  The lights were out in a small section of the passageway.  When Jolinar walked past the cantina again, she growled in frustration and went back to her room to try to get some sleep, or at least meditate.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 11, 2009 5:15:21 AM    View the profile of Romanflame 
While Arthur was wandering around  the ship he saw Tinker pounded her fist against the transpariglass.“Gah.”

“Everything alright, Petty Officer?” Arthur asked.

Cadie looked over at Romanflame. She pushed herself off the viewport and stood at full height. “Hey Arthur, gotten the chance to check out the ship yet.”

“Yes ma'am, just finished a meal.”

Cadie nodded “Right you were with Jolinar in the cafeteria.”

“Yes ma'am.”

“Arthur, call me Tinker or Cadie but please not ma'am okay?”

“Yes ma...Tinker.”

Cadie nodded and smirked. “Yeah, better. I'll see you later.”

Arthur started to head toward the cafeteria to play a game of Dejarik.  There was a few games running so he found one that was open and played.  He would rather be flying his ship rather then sitting around doing nothing, but he needed to keep his mind active.  He was waiting for a little while for someone to join him at the game.  When someone sat down they played seven games and it was a close win being Arthur with four wins and the other with three wins.

After the game he decided to play a round of Sabacc.  He sat down at the table and was dealt his hand.  He looked around the table to try to read the other players.  He saw five other people at the table.  There was one drinking a Corellian whiskey, another had a Gizer ale. Two were smoking, and the third was talking to a woman at the next table.  Trying to get a read off that guy was all to easy but the other four were doing a really good job at hiding their tells.

Arthur was at the table winning, but was lost a few times.  By the forth game he was ahead from when he started but not by much.  The player that was talking was almost out of money and he got pissed and started to push people away from him and when he finally lost all of his money he punched the guy that took the last of his money.  The guy he punched was so drunk he did not know what just happened.  The security force had to come and dragged the guy who lost all out of the room.  We soon got right back to the game.  By the time Arthur left he made 500 credits.
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June 17, 2009 2:44:10 PM    View the profile of Jolinar 
Jolinar stood up and threw a pillow at the wall with all the strength she had, growling in frustration.  She was too wound up to concentrate on meditation or sleeping.  She took a quick shower to kill some time and pulled on fresh clothing.  Leaving her room, Jolinar went back to wandering the ship looking for something to do.  She found herself back in the cantina, passing a zabrak male that she recognized from her squadron on his way out.  She nodded politely, and took a seat at a sabaac table.  She didn't know anyone there, but they seemed glad to have another player and dealt her in.

Several hours later, Jolinar's interest in the game waned, and she collected her winnings and left.  She hadn't made more than what amounted to pocket change for her...what with her recent inheritance and all...but it was nothing to sneeze at either.  Jolinar roamed the ship a little more, and ended up in one of the lounges where some people were playing pazaak.  She watched for awhile, but didn't have her own deck so she didn't join the game.  She settled into a chair in front of the viewport and watched the mottled shifting blue tones of the hyperspace tunnel.  Jolinar was one of the few people of any race that could watch hyperspace for any length of time without becoming disoriented and nauseated.  She attributed it to spending so much time traveling throughout the galaxy.  Rather than making her dizzy and nauseous, the shifting light calmed and soothed her.  If she watched it long enough, she'd go into a sort of meditative trance.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 19, 2009 3:33:21 PM    View the profile of Dagger 
Dagger lays on the top of her bunk, looking at the ceiling, holding a paper in her hands with info on the assignment, only being able to pick out the words Viper and Dagger. In anger, she crumpled it up and threw it at the wall. "I guess I should go meet the others. She sighs and leaves the room.

She walks into the passenger area to see most of the other members of Viper gathered there talking. She didn't recognise any of them. She looks around for a minute, after that she walked to a chair and sat down. She tried to look happy to be there but she couldn't seem to do it.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 20, 2009 11:15:30 AM    View the profile of bjorkfrid 
Cali was seated. The ferry-shuttle shot forward in hyperspace. Everything shook internally. Her thoughts vibrated. Her lekku flinched in frustration. Secrets. People spent their life collecting secrets and then before they faded out into oblivion they spent the rest of the life either running away from them or burying them deep inside the recesses of themselves.

Her commanding officer, Ibram Tyrol was in conversation with the mysterious Gray. Judging by their body language, it was concerned  with matters far from the mission. Their legs slowly touched, the intelligence officer shot a quick glance around the passenger hold. Tyrol was himself a secret to Cali. Though she admired his leadership abilities there was no doubt that their squadron leader was an enigma to all that served under him. Judging from his record he had been accelerated through the ranks due to the Navy's recruitment drive lacking. Perhaps he was inexperienced for his position but he had shown great instinct in his handling back in the Rohk system. A natural pilot which was more than Cali could say for herself. Still he seemed shackled with the squadron's responsibility but given the tension with their current situation it was down to him to lead by example. His eye's glittered in the low light of the passenger hold and a rare toothy grin shot across his face. The Grey creature smiled venomously, her thin lips not suited to such a display of emotions. Her hand playfully skipped across onto Tyrol's finely starched trouser leg. It was an act of inter-departmental cooperation Cali assured herself cynically.

Some of the other crew had gone off into the ghostly recreational area to be separated from their credits. Though between her uncomfortable sleep Cali had spotted Arthur return to the passenger area with an ever so slight upward inclination of his facial feature indicating a successful stint of balancing the odds. The gruffly spoken Calad had hardly been seated at all before shambling out of his rigid seat to go study up on the mission at hand. What was there to study? Secrets – the study of misdirection and rumor. Kyrios sat up front like some regal prince on an afternoon flight around his local system of rule. He wore a constant smirk and occasionally would flick his hand in agitation with some invisible subject, exiling them for some pointless petty theft. He looked positively absurd in his stately robes like an upmarket Jedi for hire. Not that this galaxy had any need for such courtly jesters anymore. Cali sighed a silent rumination. To be in flight to a semi-unknown destination was like being sentenced to a prison-ship. Cali would not bat an eyelid if they jumped out into the Kessel system at any moment. We're only one step-up and have a slightly better uniform from prisoners she thought.

Her fellow Twi'lek, Jolinar had also vacated the rows of half filled passengers seats since the ship had re-jumped into hyperspace. Though being of same race, they were light years away from each other. Still the rutian had proved her worth during the last mission, she knew how to fly the master's ship that was a given. The way she carried herself was more befitting of a Correllian vagabond than a Twi'lek; well maybe not a Twi'lek vagabond. She had a restlessness which both charmed and annoyed Cali – it was certainly a trait the squadron could harness if Jolinar could stay still long enough. Being under Cali's wing she hoped she herself possessed a slight element of the vagabond to bring it out of her squadron Lia'ry. She wondered what it would have been like  to have grown up having a bigger sister instead of her irresponsible brother, Ver'reharn. She'd have probably not come across this Vast Empire, a fitting name for an operation that was almost obscured by the vastness of the galaxy.

Her fellow petty-officer had proved to be very un-sisterly like earlier. The incident physically shaking Cali has she recalled the red-head smashing her fist into to overhead lighting unit. Maybe Cali should stick to same-race interaction from now own – it was a shame given the mutual development of both her and Cadie's promotions through the squadron but how could she trust someone with such an explosive temper. Only their upcoming time in the Eastern Territories would tell how much this sisterhood of a squadron could hold together. Apparently Cadie had been assign the newest recruit, Dagger to her wing – another red-head. Great just what this squadron needs Cali thought with a deep shrug. Her glance fell lazily on her commanding officer, Grey's hand was now a permanent feature on his leg. Might help if our superior wasn't so much of playboy on the side she thought half-seriously.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 20, 2009 12:49:42 AM    View the profile of Jolinar 
Jolinar checked her chrono...again.  They should be arriving soon.  She stood and stretched, feeling a few joints pop from being immobile for a couple of hours.  Some of the other occupants looked up in surprise, not having noticed her or thinking she was asleep.  Jolinar walked back to her seat, passing Cadie on the way.  She noticed that one of the human's hands had a few cuts on it, and what looked like a bruise starting to form.  Jolinar raised an eyebrow questioningly, thinking she now knew why the repairmen had been working in the corridor earlier.  She silently handed Cadie one of the bacta patches she kept in her pockets and kept walking.  Someone less adept at reading expressions would badger her with questions.  Jolinar knew she herself had born that look more than a few times when she'd been in her more violent phase.  Anyone who asked questions she didn't want to answer got hit.  Jolinar figured she could take the human, but they were too close to mission time, they couldn't afford to have infighting.  Cadie had to set an example for the others to follow.  Seeing one of the higher-ranked squadron members fighting like a first-year rookie wouldn't do anything good for morale that was already probably pretty low thanks to the intelligence guys being present and essentially in control of the squadron, and not knowing what they were supposed to be doing out here.  Knowing Cadie would talk to who she wanted to when she was good and ready to, Jolinar didn't waste her breath or energy trying to extract information from her squadron member.

As Jolinar was seating herself, her mind returned to the fact that no one really knew what they were doing out here.  Maybe not even Ibram knew the full extent of it.  She noticed how intimate he and the female Grey were behaving.  Jolinar rolled her eyes at predictable male behavior in the company of pretty females.  She wasn't above manipulating males in that way herself on occasion if she had to, so she couldn't really hold it against the woman.  Jolinar hoped that Ibram didn't become too attached to the lieutenant or he was going to pay for it later when the woman revealed her true self.  She thought she should be a little more protective of the squadron commander, especially having known him a little when they'd been in Reaper.  She just couldn't quite manage it, however.  He was an adult, and presumably knew what he was doing.  Which of the humans was playing the other was up for debate, at this point.  For all she knew they were both playing the other.

Looking around the seating area, Jolinar noticed a red-headed human about the same age as Cadie.  She hadn't seen her before, and thought she might be new.  No one was sitting close enough to her to talk, and that irritated Jolinar a little.  She supposed it was because the squadron needed to stand together right now and that included the new people.  They couldn't show any weakness the intelligence guys could use against them.  Jolinar stood and moved over to the young female.  The only new recruit she knew of was Kyrios.

"Hi.  I'm Jolinar."  Jolinar noticed the human was trying to look happy, but wasn't managing it very well.  She gave the human credit for trying.  "Something wrong?  Other than the fact that none of us know what's going on, of course."  Jolinar injected that last part with a bit of humor.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 20, 2009 5:32:57 PM    View the profile of Tinker 
“Beep, beep, boop.”

Cadie could hear the computer terminal come to life. Sighing, she turned the terminal to face her and looked at the now finally lit screen. Grabbing the input board, Tinker started typing commands and bringing up data. The system seemed to be in working order for the time being. Most people would be happy, but Tinker almost hated finishing something. She had a since of accomplishment sure, but part of her also enjoyed the fixing so much she didn't want to stop.

Tinker heavily dropped her elbow to the table and placed her head on her hand. She stared at the screen which now displayed the latest news from the holonet and took a few deep breaths. Her hand was hurting, she winced and sat up to look at it.

That's going to be a bruise.

There was a number of tiny cuts and a darkening of the skin around her knuckles that would surely be a  bruise before morning. Sucking her teeth, Tinker stood and glanced back at Calad who was still studying something on his terminal.

Walking though the halls, Cadie, passed the maintenance crew fixing the light fixture she had unleashed her frustration on earlier. She nodded as she passed, and they grumbled to each other. She didn't care, as far as she was concerned they were lucky she didn't punch one of them the state of mind she had been in.

Turning another corner in the transport liner, Cadie entered the cafeteria. Cadie walked up to the bar and ordered a Corellian Brandy, making sure it was only a single given the closeness of their arrival. She also grabbed a sandwich from the line and sat with her meal. This would probably be the last moment of solace before they came out of hyperspace and things started to move at a faster tempo.

Tinker rested her knuckles against the glass, letting the ice sooth the swelling. She pulled out her datapad and checked her messages, something she should have done several hours ago. This being in charge of a flight thing was going to take some getting used to. Her gaze narrowed as she realized that she had a new recruit in her flight, Leading Crewman Dagger.

Cadie rolled her eyes and took a long sip from her drink, then spoke softly to the glass. “Shit, nice oversight there Tink.” Cadie set the glass back down and pushed it away.

Jolinar was walking by her table, she slowed her pace and glanced at Cadie's hand. Her eyes shined knowingly and she dropped a few bacta patches on the table without a word. Tinker smirked and looked at them for a long time before turning to see that Jolinar had in fact left the room. She would have to thank her later. Jolinar always seemed to keep an eye on Cadie, ever since her first day in Vipers and even though she would never admit it, it comforted her to have Jol around.

Discretely, Tinker snatched the bacta patches and covered the cuts with her hand on her lap under the table. Finished her sandwich and drink, Cadie stood and stretched. She decided this was a good time to finally do her job and find Dagger.

She paced through a few of the common areas, seeing the gaming tables still hoping. She finally made her way back to the passenger area. Cadie almost tripped over a row of seats as her gaze fell upon the ever annoying Lieutenant Grey, with her hand on Ibram's leg. Shaking her head, and now rubbing her knee, Cadie made her way over to Jolinar who was talking to an unfamiliar red-head.

Tinker nodded and quietly lifted her now bandaged hand so that Jolinar could see. She nodded back in response then waved a hand at the woman she was speaking to. “This is Dagger, I believe she is in your flight.”

“Heh, yeah thanks.” Cadie smirked up at Jolinar before turning her attention to the red-headed woman sitting in the seat next to her. “Hi I'm Cadie or Tinker, whichever suits the situation, just not ma'am. Welcome to Viper's, its good to have you aboard.”
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June 22, 2009 6:29:25 AM    View the profile of Dagger 
Dagger started thinking about the dream she had last night, remebering it in almost full detail....

I looked around, I was in a very spacious room sitting on a bed and an older man stood in front of me. He said in angry tone, "Amelia. I don't want you to see that man anymore, I don't like him, or his family, I don't trust them." I got up and said, upset, "But, Father, I love him.."

The man looks at her, "No, his family is full of Imperial supporters, he might even be one!" "I don't care!" I got up, ran over to a table, grabbed a helmet that said Dagger on the side. I put it on and ran out of the room and into the hallway. Then everything is black, and I saw that I was  in a small shuttle next to a man.

He looked at me, smiling, and said, "Amelia, this is the happiest moment of my life, you agreeing to marry me." I looked at him and said, "I don't want to, my father told me to." Suddenly the ship started rocking back and forth....


She had woken up right, then. "I wonder if my name is Amelia, if it is, I wonder why I don't know it?"

"Hi.  I'm Jolinar."  A pretty Twi'lek female was standing in front of her. "Something wrong?  Other than the fact that none of us know what's going on, of course.." That remark made Dagger smile. "No, nothing is wrong, I am just upset and a little bit bored."

Then a human female, with red-hair walked over to them, and nodded raising what looked like a bandaged hand, but Dagger couldn't be sure. Jolinar then waved a hand in Dagger's direction, and said to the woman. “This is Dagger, I believe she is in your flight.” 

“Heh, yeah thanks.” The woman said to Jolinar before turning her attention towards Dagger. “Hi I'm Cadie or Tinker, whichever suits the situation, just not ma'am. Welcome to Viper's, its good to have you aboard.” Dagger smiled and said, "Nice to meet you, ma-, Tinker."
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 23, 2009 7:44:45 PM    View the profile of Tinker 
"Nice to meet you, ma-, Tinker."

Jolinar nodded and moved back out of the passenger area, Cadie watched her go then turned her attention back to the newest member of Viper Squadron. “So have you had the chance to explore the ship, Dagger?”

The girl still looked positively distracted, Cadie wondered about that. But given her reluctance to talk about her own feelings, she wasn't going to go there.

“Um, no not really. Honestly, I only just woke up not too long ago.” She turned her eyes down, Dagger seemed embarrassed by her sleeping habits.

“Heh, don't worry about that. In fact, being the most rested one of us could be a good thing.” Cadie took a deep breath, her brain was also distracted by more simple pleasures, like a nice cigar. Glancing at her chrono, Tinker shrugged and sat down next to the new Viper 9. “We are going to come out of hyperspace pretty soon. This bucket has some pretty nice things to offer, you may want to check them out while you can. Once we arrive our free time will be nonexistent.”

“Is your hand okay?” Tinker winced and looked at her hand for a moment.

“Is fine. Probably all better in the morning.”

Cadie went to reach for her datapad, and Dagger quickly continued the conversation. “How did it happen?”

Tinker looked up at the girl with her hand holding the datapad, she raised one eyebrow. Dagger seemed to want to keep Cadie from doing her paperwork, odd. “I had a fight with a light fixture and lost. Doesn't happen often.”

Dagger laughed. “Fighting with light fixtures?”

“Me losing.”

A crash towards the front of the passenger area made Cadie cock her head to the side to see the source of the sound. She could see Arthur making an apologetic gesture to a woman pushing some kind of beverage cart, that was now tilting to one side.

Cadie shook her head and smirked. It reminded her of many time she had done things like that. Of course she was typically drunk when she was knocking things over. Squinted she studied Roman's movements for a moment, before deciding that he probably wasn't drunk just preoccupied. That was going around in Viper right now. Between Flyboy, and the uncertainty of the upcoming mission everyone had something to keep their mind busy working.

Tinker still hadn't sorted through all of her feelings at this point. She didn't like not knowing the details of the mission. But she would do her duty regardless, she would prefer the killing stay to a minimum. For some reason after Flyboy's execution she just didn't have the stomach for it. Not to mention the black cloud that was whatever happened to her parents hanging over her head.

Shaking her head to clear the thoughts that would surely find her at the bottom of an empty whiskey bottle if she did chase them away. Cadie looked back over at Dagger. “So yeah, check out the ship. And if you need anything just let me know.”

Tinker clapped Dagger on the shoulder and got up. She needed to keep walking, sitting still obviously wasn't doing her any favors mentally.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 24, 2009 11:42:50 AM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
Badejoz Spacestation
Typhus System


“Welcome to the Badejoz Spacestation. Please remain in your seats whilst we commence docking procedures. I repeat...”

Ibram woke up from his slumber as the heard the announcement blare over the ships intercom. Around him the squadron were also either waking up or taking their seats whilst the shuttle docked with the station.
Beside him, Cadie awoke from her own slumber, yawning loudly and stretching her limbs out. Ibram remembered her telling him of the ‘fun’ they had had during the trip.

“We there boss?” She asked sleepily.

“Looks like it,” Ibram replied.

“What time is it?” Ibram look over at his flight leader to see her hair all in a frizz. He had to suppress a laugh.

“It’s 0200 local time, although that doesn’t make much of a difference since we’ll still be operating on galactic standard. Still, should mean the station shouldn’t be as busy.”

Ibram look out the viewport once more. Badejoz station was a large circular shaped station, but deep like a saucer. It also had triangular ‘fangs’ that jutted out from it, and apparently resembled a similar such station out in the Gordian Reach, in the Jovan system. Ibram had never been there personally, but the briefing had provided comparison photos, which he had found mildly amusing.

He turned round to face Cadie again, who still hadn’t realised the state her hair was in.

“Since it’s so late, I’ll let the squadron sleep in some more. We’ll have our first briefing at 0900, should give them enough time to settle in and get a decent night’s rest,” he said.

“Sure thing boss,” Cadie said.

The two of them stared out of the window as the station hanger crept closer...
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“Ah, Ibram, there you are. Pleasant flight?”

Ibram sighed and turned around to face Lt. Grey, still in the same matt black uniform she always wore, and still wearing that slightly condescending, all-knowing smile.

“Lt. Grey... what a surprise,” he said, with as little conviction as possible.

“Oh come now Ibram, don’t tell me you didn’t expect this? I am the one who recruited you after all. It makes sense that I act as the liaison whilst you’re here.”

Ibram gave a thin smile.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now if you would excuse me, I have to go find my room.”

Grey smiled again, suggesting to Ibram that she already knew where his room was.

“Of course, I’ll see you in the morning. 0900 was it?”

Ibram simply looked at her and then walked away, not even wanting to contemplate how she overheard a conversation that took place out in space....

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The next day
0900 hours


Ibram stood in the briefing room they had been assigned. It was exactly identical to the one they used on the Atrus, which Ibram couldn’t help but smile at when he first arrived. That smile was short lived however as he remember that Lt. Grey was standing behind him. She’d been waiting outside his room with a cup of caf and that annoying smile. He remembered wondering at the time if you could bring harassment charges against a female officer... or a VENI spook for that matter.
The woman in question had taken up her usual seat at the back of the briefing room, no doubt relishing the change to watch him mislead his squadron once again as to their true nature here in the Eastern Territories.

One by one, the squadron slowly filed into the briefing room, the majority of them tired but not overly so. Everyone had a mug of caff or other associated morning stimulant. Cadie gave him a nod and a grin as she walked in, and took he seat along the front row.

“Morning everyone,” Ibram began.

“Welcome to Badejoz, and welcome to the Eastern Territories. This will be our home for the next few months, so pay attention, and start reading up on the place.”

He punched some controls on his console, and the holo projector behind him flickered to life.

“This, is the Epsilon system. Now, none of you were here at the time, but Viper Squadron has already visited this system, during the Epsilon Uprising. A file on that will be made available to you after the briefing.”

This was where it got tricky, because Ibram had to once again twist words in order to hide the truth. Something must have shown on his face, because Cadie frowned slightly. Ibram just had ignore it and push on.

“Suffice to say, morale is a bit low in the area in the aftermath of that event. Furthermore, they are having problems with increasing pirate raids and illegal activities, and it will be our job to help them out.”

Lt. Grey was grinning like an idiot at the back, which wasn’t helping.

“Our old friend, the ISD Suspense is being re-deployed to that system, and our fighters are already aboard. Once we’re in system, we will deploy and start our patrols. The Suspense will remain in orbit above the central planet, so we’ll return there whenever we need a rest. Any questions?”

There were none.

“Ok, you have an hour to pack a travel bag, and get over the suspense, we leave in one hour.”

Ibram was out the door before Cadie or Lt.  Grey could catch up to him.

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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 25, 2009 4:22:36 PM    View the profile of Tinker 
Cadie shoved her gear into her travel bag. She couldn't put her finger on what it was that Ibram had said that was getting on her nerves. Something about the way he worded the mission was just bothering her.

Tinker sat with a huff on the bunk running her hand through her hair. Ibram would not put the squadron in harms way. Cadie resigned herself to accept that and try to push her bad feelings aside. The last thing she or anyone else needed was a flight leader caught up in doubt about the mission.

On the surface it didn't seem like all that much. Patrol, look out for the pirates, try not to get shot down. She always added that last one to any mission, it was an important thing to remember. Cadie smirked and pulled out the datapad that had been loaded with all the files on the Epsilon Uprising. She was in no mood to be caught off guard by someone who knew about Viper's involvement in that without any knowledge of her own.

Cadie slung the bag over her head and put her nose in the datapad as she walked in the direction of the docked star destroyer Suspense . The station had picked up in density since they had arrived. People from all over filled the halls and browsed through the amenities offered by the staff.

Cadie arrived in the main foyer of the station. The circular area had a high roof with a transperiglass ceiling. Many traveling salespeople had set up booths between the main shops. Cadie twisted to avoid a rather large man selling some kind of out fit. The noise was overwhelming, she could barely make out any of the words being slung in her direction. The only thing that Cadie could comprehend was their insistence that she buy whatever they were selling.

Squinting Tinker made out Dagger staring up at a sign hung on the wall next to a shop selling groceries of some sort. She walked up next to the girl and began to wonder what was so fascinating about a sign giving the shops operating hours.

Dagger flinched and looked at Cadie with surprise, and something else she just couldn't peg. “Hello Ma...Tinker.”

Cadie smirked. “Hello to you Dagger. All ready to go?”

“Yes, I was just taking the leisurely route.” She laughed a bit, but again there was something else she wasn't telling Cadie.

Cadie glanced at her chrono. “Yes we do still have some time. You want to grab a drink, I saw a cantina back there...somewhere I think.”

“No. I don't drink.” Cadie blinked a few times in disbelief, then sighed. “Okay then, tell me what your fascination is with the shops hours.”

Dagger's eyes fell and bored two holes into her boots. Cadie could tell she hit a cord with that one, and given her own sensitivity to certain things it was the last thing she wanted to do.

“Okay, no worries. It doesn't matter, honestly. I'll can just see you on the Suspense.

The girl mumbled something that the noise effectively rubbed out. Cadie tried to reconstruct the words but was unable to. “I'm sorry, what was that?” 

“I can't read.”

Cadie narrowed her gaze and looked back at the schedule. “It is handwritten and rather poorly, but you really can't make it out?”

“No Tinker, I can't read at all. Sometimes I just stare at words hoping they will just make since. But they never do.” Dagger was getting frustrated, but Cadie was finally understanding many of the things that had happened since meeting the new pilot.

“Oh, well thats something we can fix. Don't worry about this.” She pointed to the shop schedule. “It's rubbish. Ibram gave us a brief on some missions Viper's had out in this area. Why don't you and I go over that while we have time now, and then we can work something out. I'm no teacher but I'll help you, okay Dag?”

Dagger looked over at Cadie and almost smiled. “Okay.”
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 25, 2009 4:54:43 PM    View the profile of Romanflame 
Crash Arthur ran over some woman pushing a beverage cart while he was going over plans for the next game of Dejarik that he will play.  He looked around and started to apologies to the people around him.  He saw Tinker look up and just smile.  He quickly got to his seat for the last few hours of the flight and started to work on a translator and combine it to a data pad so he did not need to have some one speak to have it translated.  He made it so he could completely understand some of the languages he heard in his travels and being here in the crew where he was the only Zabrak he knew of.  It would also help the other crew when he decide to speak in Zabraki.  After he finished putting it together he started to study Basic again to fully understand the language.

As he was studying they dropped out of hyperspace and were heading toward the station.  When they docked They were told to get some rest and be ready by 0900 for our first briefing.  Arthur headed to his room with his gear and got some much need sleep which he could not do on that ship.  At 0855 Arthur headed to the briefing room.  He noticed it was just like the other room they had.  After the rest of the crew took their seats Ibram began.

“Morning everyone.” Ibram said, “Welcome to Badejoz, and welcome to the Eastern Territories. This will be our home for the next few months, so pay attention, and start reading up on the place.”

Ibram punched some controls on his console, and the holo projector behind him flickered to life. “This, is the Epsilon system. Now, none of you were here at the time, but Viper Squadron has already visited this system, during the Epsilon Uprising. A file on that will be made available to you after the briefing.  Suffice to say, morale is a bit low in the area in the aftermath of that event. Furthermore, they are having problems with increasing pirate raids and illegal activities, and it will be our job to help them out.  Our old friend, the ISD Suspense is being re-deployed to that system, and our fighters are already aboard. Once we’re in system, we will deploy and start our patrols. The Suspense will remain in orbit above the central planet, so we’ll return there whenever we need a rest. Any questions?”

There were none.

“Ok, you have an hour to pack a travel bag, and get over the suspense, we leave in one hour.”

Arthur first grabbed the gear he never fully unpacked because he had a felling they would not be staying for long.  And he still had 55 minutes so he went to the gym to do his highly physical style of martial arts trying to stay with his people being among the best hand-to-hand fighters.  He was glad he did not have to use it against someone but he could if needed.  He finished his training in a half hour.  He took the last 25 minutes to take a shower and get to the meeting place to go to the Suspense.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 25, 2009 8:35:51 PM    View the profile of Jolinar 
Jolinar disembarked, glad she traveled relatively lightly.  She only traveled with the bare essentials, and a few things to entertain herself.  She ran into a few people standing near piles of gear as if they weren't sure what to take and what to leave.  Jolinar had a tendency to leave her most valuable items at her house on Corellia.  She had moved most of her things out of the condo, but hadn't gotten around to selling it or putting it up for rent.  She didn't bother to go into any of the shops, having a limited amount of time to get to the destroyer...and she wasn't much of a shopper anyway.  Jolinar saw Cadie and Dagger ahead of her, discussing something.  She was aware of the rest of her squadron spread out around her, some looking like they were going to do a little shopping.

Checking her chrono, Jolinar saw she had most of the hour left.  Her stomach rumbled, reminding her she hadn't eaten since the early part of the shuttle journey.  She grabbed a bantha burger and a drink to go and ate on her way to their assigned rendezvous point, tossing the wrapper and empty cup into one of the many trash receptacles spread throughout the area.  She was aware of the curious and sometimes hostile stares of the humans, and realized that though she wasn't the only non-human, she was one of the more...outlandish what with her tattooed lekku, low-riding pants exposing the krayt dragon and her naval piercing, and the star tattoo on her face.  It seemed the local flavor here took a more conservative view.  She deliberately but subtlely made her walk more provocative, letting her hips sway a little more.  Her shirt was longer than she usually wore them, but still short enough to expose skin...she subtlely hiked it a little higher around her hips, and tugged the top a little lower to expose more cleavage.  Jolinar tried not to grin openly at the reactions of the humans, but her lekku curled slightly with her amusement.  Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Cali watching her with a raised eyebrow and some mild amusement.  Jolinar grinned and gave a saucy twitch of her lekku.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 26, 2009 7:21:02 AM    View the profile of Dagger 
Dagger packs up what little she had, and left the room. She walked down the hallway, which seemed empty, and went out the hatch into the station. She walked for a little while, trying to avoid bumping into people. The station seem to be packed with people, all trying to get somewhere, but not too quickly. She stopped when she saw a sign, and tried really hard to read what it said. She noticed that someone cam up beside her she turned and saw that it was Tinker. She was surprised and upset that Tinker found her. “Hello Ma...Tinker.” 

“Hello to you Dagger. All ready to go?”

“Yes, I was just taking the leisurely route.” She laughed, more because she was nervous, then trying to be funny. Cadie glanced at her chrono. “Yes we do still have some time. You want to grab a drink, I saw a cantina back there...somewhere I think.”

“No. I don't drink.” Dagger watched as her flight leader seemed to display several emotions at this answer.

“Okay then, tell me what your fascination is with the shops hours.” She looked down ather boots when Tinker said this. “Okay, no worries. It doesn't matter, honestly. I'll can just see you on the Suspense.”

She mumbles quietly, "I can't read." Tinker turned back towards her and said, “I'm sorry, what was that?” 

Dagger said it louder this time, “I can't read.” Tinker turned her head to look out the shedule and states, “It is handwritten and rather poorly, but you really can't make it out?”

Frusterated, she replied, “No Tinker, I can't read at all. Sometimes I just stare at words hoping they will just make sense. But they never do.”

“Oh, well thats something we can fix. Don't worry about this.” Tinker pointed at the travel schedule.

“It's rubbish. Ibram gave us a brief on some missions Viper's had out in this area. Why don't you and I go over that while we have time now, and then we can work something out. I'm no teacher but I'll help you, okay Dag?”

She looked at Tinker and said, trying to be happy, “Okay.” The two of them started walking towards the suspense. Dagger kept trying to say something, but it just wouldn't come out, finally, as they got close to the Star Destroyer, she said to Tinker, "I think my first name is Amelia, you can call me that if you want."

She passed Tinker and walked up into the grey Star Destroyer, TheSuspense.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 27, 2009 5:30:01 PM    View the profile of bjorkfrid 
Spaceports always reminded Cali of work. Her previous employment, shipping baranda around the galaxy like an overrated fish monger had led her to spend too much time on these spinning enclosures of cheap merchandise and sleaze. Cheap places to crash out for a few hours sleep but watch your credits as you might find yourself all too easily conned out of your hard earned expenses. Badejoz Spacestation was one those universal interior templates, open floor space subsequently packed tight with market stands and bric-a-brac, draped with ludicrously overly pollinated plants to give a sterile juxtaposition of teeming life set adrift in the deadness of space. A spinning lump of tin, full of soiled sentient spirit. Cali had not slept well. She had tried to keep a low profile after the incident with Tinker earlier but she had resolved to not let it effect the upcoming mission. If the prior journey's events was anything to go by then it do not bode well for the squadron's activity amongst the eastern territories. Cali held her lightly packed belongings daintily along her hip taking a brief moment to suck in the recycled air from the spacestation's ventilation system. It brought a stale comfort to Cali's nerves as she straightened her back with a slight crack. Her commanding officer Tyrol had already strode off to areas of higher officialdom leaving herself and the the other Vipers to get lost amongst the tacky commodities on offer. She spotted out the corner of her eye the dual assault of a twin pair of red heads twirl past her side vision. Cadie and Viper's newest recruit, Dagger paced amongst the hustle of the crowd but never to be completely amongst the chaos given their striking follicle features. It perturbed the Twi'lek to see yet another late addition to the proceedings of the squadron's organization, she wondered if they'd let any swinging member join their flagging outfit.

The sound of barter exploded between her ear membranes causing her lekku's to vibrate in annoyance. A cheap sell for the sake of few credits. What did it amount to in the end. Mouths to feed and a life to pay for but to what extent did these lifeforms make the galaxy spin ever bewilderedly on its axis in an ever expanding explosion of chaos. As the two human scarlet comets disappeared to the seedy milieu Cali ambled into the fray swaying left and right to avoid the greasy hands  of vender's as they shorted ever decreasing values on their products. The propensity of the uselessness of the products available overwhelmed Cali. All manners of infra-laser hair removal products for all the conceivable pieces of interspecies anatomy that could sprout hair. Twirling objects that changed orbit and axis at a perplexing rate for the bureaucrats amusement to be set amongst their piles of datapads and scribbling. An elaborate durasheet-weight.

Cali passed a stand which emanated a strong burning smell. She wrinkled her nose in disapproval, some rank meat was being slowly turned on a dirty spit. Her stomach turned slight at the sight. She noticed Jolinar was swaggering across the shop parade with a braggart sway of her hips. Typical rutian behavior, ever the centre of attention. She shook her head in a mixture of amusement and disdain. Kyrios equally carried himself across the entrance way with an air of pretension. Viper was shaping up to be a bunch of fine space dandies if ever Cali had seen.

Briefing was brief and cryptic. Cali shuddered at that lack of information. Ibram was quick to vacate the debriefing room leaving Cali to stare despondently at the datapad in front of her.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Shades of Grey
June 27, 2009 7:16:54 PM    View the profile of Tinker 
Cadie sat next to Dagger in the break room of the Suspense. They had been going over the data Ibram had given the pilots together. Cadie was far from a teacher, but Dagger didn't seem to notice. She didn't have time to really 'teach' Dagger anything other than go over the material so she was up to speed just like everyone else.

Cadie breathed in the air around her in the room. Star destroyers just seemed to smell different, anything seemed better after that crowded space station. Cadie glanced at her chrono to find that the time for their departure to their unclear mission. She could read over the information on the datapad a hundred times and their real objective in this mission would still not be there.

Glancing towards the door way, Cadie saw Ibram walking by. He paused and nodded at Cadie, she smirked and nodded back.

“So I think we covered pretty much everything. When we have more time, I'll try something shorter and easier so you can actually practice.” Cadie scratched her head, she really wasn't sure of herself and she did not like that feeling.

“Thank you Cadie. This was helpful, really. You don't mind, do you?” The girl was very insecure about her inability to read, she had told Cadie for all she knew she did know how to read and had just forgotten.

Cadie clapped her on the shoulder. “Not at all, Amelia. But we should probably get ready for the mission. The Suspense will be leaving any minute.”

Cadie grabbed her bag and exited the small room. She had walked with Dagger directly there and never had the chance to put her things in her room. Punching the codes on the wall, Cadie watched as the door slid open and revealed her small bunk area. Dropping the bag on the bunk, Cadie took in her new home for the duration of this patrol mission. Small bunk area, a terminal, wardrobe, was she really expecting anything different?

Sighing, Cadie could feel the engines power up to move away from the space station. No time for that cigar now.

Tinker made sure her flight suit was ready to go and grabbed her helmet. This was a short ride to the Epsilon system and they were to start patrolling as soon as they got orbit. Cadie arrived in the hanger and almost cried. She had never been so happy to see her TIE Interceptor in her life.

Walking over she patted the hull. “Hey there old friend.” The mechanic working near her just looked up and smirked at the red headed pilot. Glancing towards the entrance to the hanger, Cadie could see Roman, Cali, Ferran and Dagger enter the hanger. She nodded at Cali, the two of them still needed to talk after what had happened. Roman and Ferran walked over, they had both seen this sight enough times to not be effected. But Dagger looked overwhelmed, this was the first time she would see her TIE and she looked excited.

Cadie motioned for the three of them to join her. She looked at all of them in turn. Dagger's eyes were darting around at all of the ships, probably trying to find the TIE that would belong to her. Ferran, who had been missing thus far just looked bored. And Arthur, looked eager to get in the cockpit and out to the stars. Cadie was with him.

“This is a piece of cake guys. Lets just stay together and keep an ear on that comm, just in case anything changes.” That gnawing feeling that something was off threatened to overtake Tinker. “Keep your eyes open and report anything that looks even slightly suspicious. Stay awake, do a good job, and I'll buy the first rounds when we get back.” With a nod, they all headed to their TIE Interceptors and climbed in.

Tinker tapped Dagger on the shoulder and pointed to the TIE that was hers. The girl smirked and ran off to get in her vessel.

“Sound off, Vipers.” Ibram's voice came over the comm.

“Tinker, ready to go”

“Romanflame, go”

“Ferran is green”

“Dagger is a go.”

“Cali, let's go.”

“Jolinar, ready.”

In order the TIE fighters left the hanger of the Suspense and screamed into space. The planet was visible below. Cadie switched on her flight recorder and started her scans, normal procedure for a patrol. They needed to look for pirate raids or evidence of foul play. Cadie still felt like it was them that were performing the foul play, but it was just a feeling with no evidence.

The scans were coming back with nothing but space. It felt good to be in the cockpit again, to feel the forces push against her as the fighter moved through the black space. This mission was going to be more interesting than it seemed, she just knew it.



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Space the final frontier. So we are in mission people, now the fun starts! Your in your TIE, scanners on. But is all what it seems?? Enjoy, IRC or PM any questions.
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