Chief Warrant Officer Rorran “Slasher” Gorma looks at himself in the mirror in his quarters, quickly checking to ensure that all of the various elements of his Dress Uniform are all in their correct positions. He quickly looks over his medals, making sure that everything is completely perfect, and then turns to leave his quarters. As he is about to leave the room the communication unit beeps and he quickly turns and hits the panel near his door. “Captain here, go ahead.”

The crisp voice of Senior Crewman Cevdis comes over the system in response, “Captain, we are approaching Daishi Station, 2nd Lieutenant Drac is asking for you sir.”

“I'm on my way Cev, is the crew ready to disembark?”

“Yes Captain, everyone has prepared, I would like to know what this is all about though sir.”

“So would I Cev... So would I.”

Slasher walks through the halls of the ship, heading for the lift that will take him up to the bridge, and reaching the lift he is joined by Senior Chief Petty Officer Radge Leekin, looking a little uncomfortable in his dress uniform. Slasher sees the Senior Chief's eyebrows raise slightly in surprise as he sees the medals adorning Slasher's chest, some of them he can't even identify, he points at one in particular, and inquires,

“Captain, I recognize some of those medals, but some I don't in particular that one, what is that?”

“It's a medal for a classified combat mission from when I was a starfighter pilot, I'm not at liberty to discuss it” Slasher responds carefully, Shadow of Lehon, awarded to those pilots who survived the massive battle at Lehon, my last action with Pheonix wing, I lost many good friends that day.

“I've never understood some of those regulations, but ok.”

The two of them board the lift, taking the short ride to the bridge in silence. As the doors open they step out onto the bridge, and the two of them stepping onto the cramped bridge, Slasher looks out the viewport, and sees the form of Daishi Station, surrounded by the various other ships of the Vast Empire 2nd Fleet. Slasher begins to mentally tick off the various ships on the list in his mind, he does a double take when he sees a second Imperial II Frigate, flanking the Chrome Fox which had not been a part of the fleet at Epsilon, and he begins to wonder why it is there, but his thoughts are interrupted by an insistent beeping from the communications console he turns to look that direction as Cevdis turns, “Captain, it's the Chief of Naval Warfare, 2nd Lieutenant Drac, he wishes us to meet in the assembly chamber of the station as soon as we dock, he says that they have a skeleton crew standing by to take over all the work that needs to be done as soon as we dock.”

“Very well, inform the Lieutenant we shall dock as soon as possible, and we will be there a few minutes later.”

“Aye Captain”

====Airlock 1====

Slasher watches as the airlock slowly extends out from the Onyx meeting up with the airlock from the Daishi and the outer doors of each opening once they meet, equalizing the pressure in the connection with the pressure aboard both the ship and the station. Master Chief Petty Officer Ren Fams turns from the panel beside the airlock, and nods, “Safe to transfer personnel Captain”

“Very good,” Slasher turns to the comm panel on the bulkhead, and hits the intraship communications button. “All hands, this is the captain speaking, assemble at Airlock to disembark.” turning away from the comm panel Slasher looks over the members of the crew already assembled, and says, “Let's move people.”

===Assembly Hall, Daishi Station===

Slasher looks back as the last members of his crew slide into place in the formation. Various members of other crews joining them in the room, and all of them standing at attention as 2nd Lieutenant Drac enters the hall and heads to the front of the formations, an assistant following him carrying a case.

“Welcome, members of the 2nd Fleet, we are here today to recognize various members of the fleet for their actions during the recent engagement at the Epsilon system, as well as some changes in assignments to follow.”

Drac turns to his assistant, who opens the case, and a hologram flashes for a second, showing him the Name, Ship, and awards of the first person to be recognized. “Chief Warrant Officer Rorran Gorma, front and center.”

Slasher steps forward, crisply snapping to attention in front of the Mon Cal 2nd Lieutenant.

“The Vast Empire Navy is proud to award Chief Warrant Officer Slasher with the Long Service Medal, in recognition for his extensive service to the Navy, as well as the Gold Commendation in recognition for his service in extensive combat actions with Pheonix Wing, Javelin Wing, Task Force Resh, and other operations.”

Slasher salutes and returns to his position in front of his crew, he kind of tunes out the ceremony as various other members of the 2nd Fleet receive their awards for the recent action, then his attention is brought back to the present as Drac moves on from the awards, and into the movements of personnel within the fleet.

“Now, it is with great pleasure that I announce the next set of assignments. Chief Warrant Officer Slasher, and Master Chief Petty Officer Ruwe, front and center.”

Slasher and Ruwe both make their way to stand back in front of the 2nd Fleet Commander, who turns first to Slasher.

“Chief Warrant Officer Slasher, in recognition of your extended service, in multiple leadership capacities, you are being reassigned, step forward please.”

Slasher steps forward, somewhat confused about what is going on, but his instincts taking over.

“I am proud to announce the promotion of Chief Warrant Officer Slasher to the rank of Ensign, and his reassignment to the Imperial II Frigate Fearless as her Commander, and as the Commander of the newly formed Task Force Besh. The LCR Onyx Has been ordered to stand down, and the entire crew is being transferred over to the Fearless.”
Slasher watches as Drac steps forward, attaching the new Officer rank plate to the front of his Dress Uniform Tunic, and then they exchange salutes, before Drac turns to Master Chief Petty Officer Ruwe and speaks again.

“Master Chief Petty Officer Ruwe, you are promoted to Squadron Commander, and assigned to command the 98th Fighter Squadron, Vengeance, based on board the Fearless.”

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Word Count 1115 Alrighty folks, this is going to be the interim story for members of Besh Task Force, I want everyone to start on board Daishi Station for the moment, rearming and prepping their ships for future operations, you are welcome to attend the award ceremony, just have fun, and don't blow anything up... yet...  On another note, this is my 100th story post, earning me the Gold Writing Commendation, woot!

===Landing Bay Control Room, Fearless===
Warrant Officer 2nd Class Radge Leekin looks around as he enters the Control room with several members of his staff, he quickly takes in the consoles and begins to issue orders to his men. “Petty Officer 2nd Class Nehal, you'll be responsible for coordinating the landing and departure of all incoming and outgoing vessels.”

“Aye sir,” The Mon Cal Petty Officer moves to his station, and begins to power up the consoles in the control room as he prepares to do his job.

“Chief Petty Officer Krawol, you're in charge of coordinating Bay 1.”

“Aye sir,” Chief Petty Officer Trdra Krawol heads back to the lift, taking with him Leading Crewman Leran Soell and Senior Crewman Kelann Wolfcken.

“Mr. Risezsh, you have the 3rd Bay, Ms. Kutturus, the 4th.”

“Aye sir,” come the responses as Petty Officer 1st Class Pan Risezsh, and Petty Officer 2nd Class Dakine Kutturus head off to their respective launch bays.

“Lorwol, Sansyn, and Tunus, you're here with Nehal. Archia and Sancken, you're with me in Bay 4.”

Leekin walks over to the turbolift, Senior Crewman Moess Archia, and Petty Officer 2nd Class Mardge Sancken following him.

As the doors close behind them, Nehal turns to the three who were left with him, “Crewman Tunus, you are in charge of Communication with incoming ships. Crewman Lorwol, outgoing ships. Petty Officer Sansyn, you'll be responsible for keeping all the bays appraised of developments. I'll coordinate overall from the sensor display.”

Raan Tunus, Moy Lorwol, and Marmi Sansyn all move to their assignments, while Nehal turns to the sensor display.

===Bridge, Fearless===

Slasher steps out onto the bridge of the Fearless, displays starting to come up as Chief Warrant Officer Fams' crew in Main Engineering begins to allocate power to different parts of the ship. Immediately Cevdis heads over to the communications center, and activates the console. After he enters his identification code he is able to access all of the communications taking place throughout the ship, and to reroute them wherever needed.

Farther forward on the bridge Slasher and Helin make their way into the crew pit, and look over the consoles which are there, Helin quickly goes over the consoles and reports. “Captain, we have consoles here for a Pilot, Co-Pilot, Engineer, Two Sensor Consoles, Astrogation, Flight Control, and ship-to-ship communications.”

“Very well, for the moment we don't have an assigned Bridge Officer, who would assign personnel to these stations, so that's in your hands for present.”

“Yes Captain”

===Main Engineering, Fearless===

Chief Warrant Officer Ren Fams looks up as the sound from the reactor changes, and Leading Crewman Dulev walks over, a datapad in hand, “The Reactor is operating at 100% sir, here's the report on the other systems that have been brought online.”

“How long until we'll be able to start testing the Weapons and Shields?”

“Give us about two hours sir, we're not gonna have enough gunners and deflector technicians aboard before then to do the tests.”

“But they are ready on our end?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Very well, continue with preparations, Launch Bay status?”

“All four launch bays are ready to receive shuttles.”

“Good.”

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Word Count: 548 words, Vengeance Squadron is cleared to head up, Landing Bay 2 is your berth. I'd like to see some posting by you all. Defiance and Amarath you are welcome to join up with the Fearless and can use her for targeting computer calibration, or other things. Anything crazy, (including ANY fights on station or aboard the Fearless) should be cleared through me beforehand. Because I may want to use that with for some other members of the Task Force.

The crew disembarked when Arthur got a message that he was to report to the Assembly Hall.  Arthur ran back to his room and got in his dress uniform and grabbed the few medals he earned.  He grabbed his gear then left the ship and headed to the Assembly Hall.  He stood in the back of the room and waited for the meeting to start.  He heard Drac reassignment Chief Warrant Officer Slasher to the Imperial II Frigate Fearless, and Master Chief Petty Officer Ruwe was promoted to Squadron Commander of the 98th Fighter Squadron, Vengeance.

“Warrant Officer 1st Class Arthur “Romanflame” Dragon you are now assigned to the Task Force Besh” Drac said.

He went on giving other people their assignments.  When the meeting was over Arthur saluted, and left the room.  His first stop was the stations med-bay to check on his wounded.  He walked past a few other ship officers on his way.  He had to stop, and salute to a few of them.  When he finally got past them he was able to make his way to the Medical bay.  He walked in and right to the medical officer.

“How is my crew doing?”  Arthur asked.

“Well, Susan Farscream, Katerina Hughes, and Harth Farscape are almost ready to return to active duty, Jahk'foa, and Matker will be ready when the repairs are finished.  Is there anything else I can help you with?”  The Medical officer said.

“No that will be all.” Arthur said.  He turned and left the room.

Arthur found himself wondering around the Station.  He began to head to the stations training arena.  He walked past it a few times in order to be able to find his way there for anywhere.  When he was sure he could find his way there he walked in and began his long workout session.  He was there for about an hour.  When he finished he walked out and went to his assigned room took his shower. 

~~~Two Days Later.~~~

Arthur was in the training arena when his data-pad started to chirp telling him he received a message from the medical officer.  Susan Farscream, Katerina Hughes, and Harth Farscape are ready to return to active duty.  Arthur finished his work out and headed back to the Amaranth to check on the process.  He walked over to the leading officer to find out how much longer it would take.

“How are the repairs coming?”  Arthur asked.

“The Amaranth will be ready within the next day or two.”  He told Arthur.

“Thanks, and keep up the good work.”  Arthur said as he began to leave.

Arthur walked over to the hanger bay on the station and saw the chaos that was going on in there.  Shuttle after shuttle was filling up, and then leaving for the Imperial II Frigate Fearless.  Arthur was shocked at how organized the whole thing was.  Romanflame made sure he was out of the way and watched as the crews made their way.

He watched for about an hour when one of the officer in charge of the loading the shuttles spotted him watching them.  The officer walked over to Arthur trying to figure out what he was doing there.

“Why are you not getting ready to board the Fearless?” He asked.

“I am Chief Warrant Officer Arthur Dragon Captain of the Amaranth.” Arthur said.

“Oh ok, so why are here watching this?” he asked.

“I just was interested in how well organized this was going.  I’m sorry if I interrupted the process, but I’ll be leaving now.”  Arthur replied.

Arthur saluted then turned and walked out of the hanger.  He walked around the station for a few more minutes before he returned to his quarters.  He spent the next hour and a half looking over and applying for some new transfers.  When he finished filling out the paper work he sent them to the proper places, and grabbed his bag of spices.  He left his room and walked over to the Cantina to get some food and to have his tea brewed.

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S+20:00:00
1st Lieutenant Libnoasam steps into the gunnery control center, his eyes sweeping over the battery commanders assembled for their briefing prior to the beginning of the wargames against the other two warships in the task force. Moving over to the holographic projection table Libnoasam slips in one of his code cylinders and pulls up the information about the coming engagement with the Amaranth and the Defiance. “Gentlemen, in four standard hours we are going to beginning a simulated battle with the CR-90 Defiance and the LCR Amaranth. In addition to facing these vessels, the 29th and 52nd Bomber Squadrons will be engaging us as well.”

He presses another button and a layout of the star system is pulled up, “As soon as we complete the loading of crew the training shall begin, however we are not permitted to attack either the Amaranth or the Defiance directly until their commanders make some overtly aggressive move toward us, to simulate an unexpected engagement with the enemy. I have been informed by Captain Gorma that once we get all the crew on board he intends to leave orbit in order to present less of a sitting target, we will assume a normal patrol pattern, but will not be at General Quarters until we are engaged.”

Pressing another button Libnoasam pulls up holographic representations of both ships they will be facing, “Upon the conclusion of this meeting, we have 30 minutes to prepare our gun crews, and then we will begin calibration tests using both the Amaranth and the Defiance as targets. We will be using a reduced power setting of our weapons, to prevent them from causing any damage to either of the vessels. That will be all gentlemen, 30 minutes. Dismissed!”

The assembled battery commanders stand and begin to head to their batteries while Libnoasam and Chief Petty Officer Zado Selwalker, the senior fire control coordinator aboard, take up their positions in fire control with the rest of the crew.

S+20:28:00

=Fire Control=

Libnoasam looks up at the chrono, and then stands, stepping to the situation display in the fire control center, and hits the intraship comm for the Batteries. “Turbolaser Batteries, report.”

“Battery T1 Cleared for action” Responds Chief Warrant Officer Nabsk Nacck'lia

“Battery T2 Cleared” rasps the voice of the Trandoshan Chief Warrant Officer Ruunja

“[Battery T3 Ready]” growls Chief Warrant Officer Snotocca, the wookie commanding that battery.

“Battery T4 Awaiting a target” responds Chief Warrant Officer Kaviv Treero

The Mon Cal Lieutenant watches as all the turbolaser batteries turn green, and then calls out, “Ion Cannon Batteries, report.”

“Battery I1 is prepared” responds the Twi'lek Chief Warrant Officer in command of that battery.
“Battery I2 cleared for action Sir.” reports Chief Petty Officer Kahicia Gekkuo, a veteran of the LCR Onyx she was one of the few Gunners aboard the ship who even knew the captain, much less what he was capable of.

“Battery I3 awaiting orders.”

“Battery I4 cleared.”

The PDL batteries followed, their commanders reporting that they were ready, and Libnoasam turns to the fire control officer. “Chief, give the batteries their targets.”

“Yes sir.”

A second later confirmations of targeting orders begin to pour in, and Libnoasam leans over the situation display, “All Batteries... Fire.”

=Space=

All of a sudden space lights up as all the batteries aboard the Fearless light up, sending low powered bolts of coherent energy across space where some impact harmlessly against the surrounding vessels, and others go out into space, their guns not quite calibrated correctly. Over the next twenty minutes they continue to fire, slowly calibrating their weapons until the last five minutes pass without a single shot missing from any of their guns.

=Fire Control, Fearless=

“Lieutenant, All guns are calibrated.”

“Very Good, stand down, let's get ready for that wargame.”

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Word Count: 651
New Assignments:
CPO Kahicia Gekkuo - Battery I2 Commander
SCPO Karia Nordres – Battery I3 Commander
SCPO Zan Tryant – Battery I4 Commander
CPO Zado Selwalker - PDL Battery One Commander
CPO Rena Drykin – PDL Battery Two Commander
CPO Clignel – PDL Battery Three Commander
CPO Joann Arderre -PDL Battery Four Commander

= = =Assembly Hall, Daishi Station= = =

Ruwe stood at ease, with the rest of the squadrons and such formed up on the main deck. Ruwe’s mind wandered easily today. His memory was blank of the battle of Epsilon, after seeing Amacuse’s ship erupt into some flames and spin out of control. His memory had kicked back in once he reached his quarters and had laid down. He eventually had found out that Amacuse had survived with but minor injuries, but not without consequence. Once again Ruwe had become plagued with but another set of flashbacks. Always flashbacks, always plaguing him.

The claws were bigger than his forearm were around and made a whistling noise as they just barely nicked Ruwe’s stomach. Blood all the same, matted his fur and made it slick instantly. Ruwe had managed to take a few meaty chunks here and there out of the beast yet still it came relentlessly. It was only a matter of time before he ran out of energy and the Katarn would have him and the rest of his village in it’s gullet..

The laser’s bounced off his wingman’s shields..at first. Ruwe desperately tried fending off some of the attackers but it was hopeless. Ruwe watched as the TIE vented atmosphere and smoke, and spun away from him. Ruwe felt his stomach drop as yet another was to die because he had been to late to help..

“..ficer Ruwe, front and center.” Ruwe jolted himself back to the present. Coming to attention he fell out of rank and marched up to the front where his long time friend Drac stood waiting. Slasher and Ruwe both snapped off precise salutes simultaneously. Drac returned them promptly and called for Slasher first. Ruwe fought off his depression of his latest flashback. He’s alive and perfectly fine. There’s only so much one can do in any given situation...but maybe if I had been at his side the whole battle then maybe we cou...

“Master Chief Petty Officer Ruwe, you are promoted to Squadron Commander, and assigned to command the 98th Fighter Squadron, Vengeance, based on board the Fearless.” Ruwe looked at Drac, and for a split second was quite unsure of what to do. Blinking back what he could only amount to some sort of shock he reached out and shook Drac’s hand.

“[Thank you sir.]” Snapping a quick salute, he returned back to rank and waited for the dismissal.

= = =S: +13:30:00= = =

Ruwe let the automatic docking procedures take over. He had done his time of manual landings. In his ripe old time of flying there wasn’t much he couldn’t do. Letting one of the niceties of more common flight take over was a welcome change. Ruwe took the time to look out at the other TIE’s in the hangar. All of them brand spankin’ new fresh off the assembly line. And each and every one of them with their own little quirks that need to be worked out ASAP. Ruwe patted the console of his own TIE. It had seen him through a good many of dogfights now and there was no way he was letting her go for some new one.

Grabbing his pack that he always had with him, and his duffle for all his other belongings, he hopped out of his craft and made his way across the hustle and bustle of the hangar. For being a new ship with lots of crew and freight incoming, Ruwe was surprised that he was able to make it to the hangar entrance without getting shoved, knocked over, bumped into or need to dodge out of the way of anything. Slasher seems to be doing a damn fine job of keeping this place organized. Hopefully finding my room will be easy enough. I need to crash badly.

= = =S: +14:15:00= = =

Ruwe typed in the password onto the wall datapad. The door opened with a small hissing sound. Ducking into the confined room he threw his duffle into one corner and his pack onto his loft bed. Beneath was his small desk for whatever reports and other paperwork, he would no doubt end up doing as the new SC of Vengeance squadron. Ruwe set his comm on the desk and hopped onto his loft with ease. Anyone lesser in height would have needed the ladder at the end to make it up top. Ruwe propped a pillow up against the wall and leaned back.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz....Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz....Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Ruwe sighed. His comm was going off on his desk below him. Figures. As soon as I get comfortable that’s when that damn thing has to go off. Ruwe hopped off his bed and grabbed the comm. Bringing up the new message he read it to himself.

*Notice*
RE: Officers and Commander’s Meeting
12:00:00 Standard
Fearless Bridge

-2nd Lieutenant Slasher

Just marvelous. Guess I might as well get a little bit of shut eye before the meeting at least. Ruwe set an alarm on his comm and then hopped back onto his bed. Shutting his eyes he quickly fell into a light sleep with more of his hellish flashbacks and nightmares.

= = =S: +16:30:00= = =

Ruwe was falling. Flipping himself over he managed to snag a branch and hold on. Struggling with what dwindling strength he had left he climbed onto the branch and looked up to see how far he had fallen while unconscious. Ruwe could just make out the glow of the village burning, through a tangle of foliage. Sucking back the pain of his slash wounds and eventual bruising, he began to climb back up the tree. Back to what was left of his village. Back to the Katarn that he needed to kill.

Ruwe slowly opened his eyes and remembered slowly where and what he was. I am Ruwacca; Squadron Commander of Vengeance; on board the frigate Fearless. Ruwe shook himself of his last flashback. Really need to figure out how to rid myself of these damn blasted memories. I suppose I best be off to the meeting though. I think I’ll take the scenic route getting there though. Ruwe grabbed his pack and dropped down. Heading out the door he made for the bridge.

= = =S: +17:30:00= = =

Ruwe looked at all the assembled Commanders and Officers in the room. The only ones Ruwe decided he would have to remember in the room was Slasher and the other SC’s. The SC’s especially so I know who has my back when I’m out there flying. Ruwe almost lapsed into another flashback when Slasher spoke.

“Ruwe, Tokbar, Trywalker, Quelayen, Faus, and Mothloinne, as the Fearless's Squadron Commanders, all of our Fighter crews will be under your command. And MCPO Quelayen, as the Senior Squadron Commander, you are brevet Wing Commander, with command over our starfighter maintenance crews as well. Also Master Chief, I want to run some Squadron v. Squadron combat simulations, I expect your plan for that on my desk in 3 hours.”

Ruwe looked at the other Master Chief. Ruwe had an inkling feeling that his new squadron was going to be directly paired up with that of the Master Chief’s own, the 324th. Ruwe was unsure of the name of the squadron but he still did know the number. That’ll be a real gong show. I’ve no more then met all the greenhorns let alone tested them each in combat. Not to mention they all have new play things that need to be debugged. Ruwe grumbled to himself in his seat. Sitting back in his chair he zoned out from what was being said to the rest of the crew assembled on the bridge.

A few minutes later everyone was dismissed back to their duties. Ruwe headed straight for the only place he could think of to help get rid of some of the memories. Reaching the Officer’s Mess, he quickly ordered himself a triple Corellian Rye on the rocks. Smashing it back with ease he quickly ordered another. I’ll rid myself of these memories for a little while at least. Ruwe got himself comfortable at the bar seat because he didn’t plan on leaving for some time.

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1370 words. I'm almost all caught up. Next post and I'll be caught up.