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Bear
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  RE: Story Competition: Flight School
May 21, 2002 3:23:44 AM    View the profile of Bear 
Members of this Squadron are: Captain Bear Commander Darkhawk (if he isn't somewhere else) Trainees Ships of this Squadron are: 1 ISD II Crusader 1 Platform Saratoga Several Squadrons of trainees in TIE Fighters 1 TIE Droid Squadron Orders: You shall remain at the academy, training, but due to the fact our squadrons will be throughout the galaxy, you will be the last line of defense against attacks. Bears Orders: A group of smugglers are attenpting to take advantage of the VEs weakness by sneaking past the Training Fleet. The Training Fleet, with a small Escort Frigate of the Lorn Home Guard, must act as Customs Officers, seizing any illegal cargo. Bears Notes: Sorry for the typos, I have a new keybord I'll write the opening story later.  Plot: I'm telling you the basic plot because it might be a bit confusing, and I don't want people to get confused (if any trainees post, for example). Heeka Gellogh is a smuggler, attempting to smuggle a huge cargo of slaves into the VEN's home system. To do this, he has disguised himself as Commander Andrew-Wilson D'alembord, a Lorn Home Guardsman, and stolen an Escort Frigate. His men have infiltrated the Crusader, in a plot to sell it to a fellow Smugglers gang. Heeka is repulsed from the ISD, and the Crusader must chase him and his ship through the system to capture him and his cargo - as they do that, they have to keep an eye out for anyone else who may enter illegally - pirates etc. Basically, this next post sets up a pretty straightforward cat-and-mouse chase. If its confusing and weird, tell me ( [email protected] ), and if you want to adapt it slightly when you post, feel free. Also, if anyone doesn't like the Frigates name, tell me... its not intended to be offensive. Enjoy   -----------------------         Captain Aaron "Bear" Le'pue, Naval Instructor & VE Today Chief Editor                                                         ~~~    INS/CAP Aaron "Bear" Le'pue/Flight School/Training Fleet/ISD II Crusader/VEN/VE
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  RE: Story Competition: Flight School
May 21, 2002 6:37:26 AM    View the profile of Bear 
Captain Bear frowned. He was standing on the bridge if the ISD II Crusader, surveying a map of the system. Next to that was a paper, showing his orders. Next to that was another paper, showing a differant set of orders, directly from the Lorn Home Guard. He was confused. At his disposal was an Imperial Star Destroyer, an Escort Frigate, three Squadrons of trainees, and a newly constructed Squadron of TIE Droids. He also had a Platform from which to base his operations. With all this, he had to do two jobs – keep an eye on one side of the system for the enemy, and keep an eye on the other for smugglers, who would inevitably try to take advantage of the lack of Naval ships. “Good lord.. Defend a system with less than quarter a Fleet..” he spoke softly to nobody in particular. “Sir. Commander Darkhawk for you.” A young man said formally. Bear heard his heels click together as he said it. “Thank you. In my quarters.” Bear replied, picking up the map and papers, and disappearing through a small door leading out of the bridge. He walked in and saw a projection of Commander Darkhawk, looking very calm. “Evening, Bear!” “Its the morning.” Bear replied irritably. “Is it? Hadn’t noticed.. You got any ideas on how we do this yet?” “Yeh. Leave the Reservists here, take the ISD and go and do some real work.” “Ha! I wish! I thought we could detail the Saratoga to the centre of the system, the Crusader to the north and east, and the Bitch to the south and west.” “The Bitch?” “Its the name for that Escort Frigate Lorn has sent us.” “Why name your ship after your mother-in-law?” “Ha! Good one! Anyway, what do you think?” “We’ll conference with this Lorn guy.. what’s his name?” “Commander Andrews-Wilson D’alembord.” “What a mouthful... Toff?” “You bet. Bought his commission for 5 million credits, got to Commander in six months.” “Bloody hell. Alright then..” Bear pressed a button, and a young man, well dressed with gold braid and a row of medals on his uniform, appeared. Well, an image of him did. “Hello, Captain.” He said coldly. “Hello, Commander. This is Commander Darkhawk, Training Officer.” “Great. I get a couple of Training guys under my command.” “Your command? I believe you’re under OUR command!” Darkhawk retorted angrily. “I have my orders, Commander. The Lorn High Command has put me in command of the Customs Expedition.” “Thats a disgr..” Darkhawk was interrupted. “Thats enough. Commander Andrews, your ship, the Bitch, will be assigned to the south and the west. You will report on any findings to Commander Darkhawk on the Platform Saratoga. He will be co-ordinating this excercise.” “I wish to report to my own Commanders. I object strongly.” “Denied, but your objection is noted.” “Thank you.” “Thank you, SIR.” Darkhawk emphasised. It was obvious he had taken a dislike to the Lorn Commander. Andrews just snorted, and his image disappeared. Darkhawk sighed. “What an idiot.” “Yes, but what did you expect?” “A brain. This is the Navy, after all.” “He’s from the Home Guard. Its not quite the same.” “True. What will you do with him?” “Keep him out of the way. He gives you any trouble, let me know.” “Captain.” Darkhawk smiled, and his image disappeared. Bear sighed. This was going to be quite a long day. Still, at least he could keep the Bitch at bay, and Darkhawk was there... that, at least, inspired some confidence.  Bear spent the next couple of hours in his quarters, mapping out where the Crusaders area would be, and where the Bitchs would. He assigned the Droid Squadron to the Saratoga, a single TIE Squadron to the Bitch, and two to the Crusader. He chuckled. He could imagine Commander Andrews refusing the Squadron and sending them straight back again. He decided to take an afternoon nap. It had been a while since he had done that. On the Saratoga a few years ago, as the TO, he had had ample time to rest and recuperate, but now he found himself as a senior senior officer, and in command of an entire System. There was not much time to rest, but he would catch an hour now. A few hours later, he woke. He looked at his clock, and jumped up with a start. Damn! He had overslept! And there was a lot of noise in the bridge. He pulled on his tunic and the rest of his uniform, and ran in. There, holding a blaster to a young Crewmans head, was Commander Andrews-Wilson D’alembord. There were several men dead around him, and several of the Ships Officers, including Lieutenant Commander Yves, had their own blasters aimed at the Commander. “What the hell?!” Bear exploded, striding across the room angrily, seemingly unaware of the threat of the blasters. “Ahh, Captain!” Andrews said coldly, turning and aiming his blaster at Bear. “All is not as it seems, eh?” Bear gulped. How had Andrews got on the Crusader? Why wasn’t he informed? And why was he attempting to take over the ship? He gulped again. “Lets not do anything stupid now..” Bear said slowly.
 
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  RE: Story Competition: Flight School
May 21, 2002 9:53:24 AM    View the profile of Warmaker 
(OOC: ermmmmm Bear, read the CC, the Crusader is on a mission with Viper)
 
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  RE: Story Competition: Flight School
May 21, 2002 4:37:48 PM    View the profile of Darkhawk 
(OOC: The Devastator is free to be used alongside the Saratoga, Captain. I'll try to post here sparingly between the DJO and Army. )
 
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  RE: Story Competition: Flight School
May 22, 2002 5:09:55 AM    View the profile of Bear 
If you can see that, which I hope you can, you'll see the map of the Vectra system, and the routes and positions of the ISD II Devestator, Platform Saratoga and the Escort Frigate "Bitch". The above story took place on the Devestator, in the approximate positions shown on the map. If you don't see it, go to: www26.brinkster.com/venuni/starmap.jpg   -----------------------         Captain Aaron "Bear" Le'pue, Naval Instructor & VE Today Chief Editor                                                         ~~~    INS/CAP Aaron "Bear" Le'pue/Flight School/Training Fleet/ISD II Crusader/VEN/VE
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  RE: Story Competition: Flight School
May 22, 2002 7:49:27 AM    View the profile of Bear 
    Lieutenant Commander Johnson, XO of the Platform Saratoga, sat up with a start, spilling his coffee down his tunic.     “Oh, god.. What now?!”     There were red lights going off around him, and a lot of beeping. He could also hear people running around shouting. Some were screaming. He glanced down between wiping the coffee off himself, and his eyes bulged open. The Devestator was firing on him!     “Oh my god! Oh my god! What do I do?!” he moaned, pressing buttons almost at random.     “Sir, we have just been hit by a torpedo. We are evacuating the bridge!” someone shouted from behind him. Johnson spun round and saw that whoever it was had obviously gone.     He heard a loud bang, and the platform shuddered. There were more beeps now, and his console was emitting smoke. He pressed buttons which would communicate with the Devestator, and with the Bitch. They weren’t working. He could just hear radio static, and explosions.     “God damn it!” he shouted, standing up. Another shudder knocked him to the ground, and the room started to fill with smoke. What was going on?! He glanced around and saw nobody was in the bridge. There was a security droid standing obedianetly by the door, waiting for him. Or, at least, it would have been waiting for him, if it wasn’t on its side beeping madly. He crawled along the floor of the bridge towards the door. The platform was shuddering constantly by now – the Devastator must have opened fire with its Ion cannons. He reached towards the open door, and crawled out. There was nobody in the corridor. Johnson stood to his feet and started to run. He managed to keep his balance for a few minutes, running down the endless corridors shouting for help, until a young trainee grabbed him and dragged him through a door. It was the shuttle bay. “Ahh.. Johnson..” Darkhawk said, holding a rag to his face. He was bleeding, although not badly. “Sir. What is going on?” he replied. “God knows. The Devastator is firing on us, and they won’t accept our communications. We’re evacuating.” “Evacuating? But sir, this is our Headquarters...” “Yes, well...” he was cut short by a huge shudder. They looked out of the huge window of the shuttle bay, and saw a few shuttles flying off. Several were smoking. One had just blown up. “GET IN!” the pilot shouted. They clambered into the Army drop-ship, which had been loaned to them for training. It wasn’t exactly comfortable. There were a few men in there – Darkhawk, Johnson, an experience Petty Officer with scars all over his face, and the trainee. He was holding a young girl, who was sobbing. “God..” Johnson muttered, as they flew off the Platform. He looked out the window and saw the damaged Saratoga. It was not destroyed, but was smoking heavily. It looked weak. The shuttle shuddered as half the Saratoga exploded. It did not take much off, but shot rubble and wreckage into space, narrowly missing the shuttle. Johnson jumped back as a body hit the window. It was a young trainee, probably not yet sixteen. “God...” he moaned again. “What are we gonna do?” “Go and see whats wrong with the Devastator, then tow the Saratoga back to a planet for repairs.” Darkhawk replied calmly. He knew the Saratoga was tough, and by the look of it, the Devastator had stopped firing. Whoever... or whatever... had been firing it had obviously stopped. The shuttle sped off towards the ISD. “Ha! Stupid? How could this be stupid? I have taken over your ship, Captain. I think you’re the stupid one!” Bear narrowed his eyes. He could see a red glint in the Commanders eyes, and he knew what that mean. Clone. He sighed, and in one swift movement, grabbed his blaster and put a bolt neatly through the Commanders neck. His neck exploded in blood and mucus, but the Crewman had survived. “Damn...” Yves said slowly, lowering his own blaster, and putting two shots into the spasming body of the Commander. “He’s a clone. Maybe the real Commander didn’t mastermind this...” “Sir! Someone has captured the weapons centre!” a young man shouted, looking up from his console, “They’re firing on the Saratoga!” Indeed they were. Bear could feel the ship shuddering slightly as several torpedoes were fired, and then the Ion cannons began to fire. His men were frantically trying to override the system to stop the firing, but nothing could be done. All Bear could do was pray. “Send 10 men to the weapons centre.” He said to the Security Officer, an old Lieutenant. The man nodded, and ran off out the door. A few minutes later, the firing stopped, and he heard a voice on the intercom. “This is Petty Officer Isacc Brackenridge. Weapons Centre secure.” “Where’s the Lieutenant?” Bear asked. “Dead, sir. Only me and two others are alive.” “Damn. Thank you, Petty Officer.” “My pleasure.” The intercom was switched off, and a young man said something to him. A shuttle was approaching from the heavily damaged Saratoga. Most of the evacuation shuttles had headed straight for the Naval HQ Planet, so this one must contain Darkhawk – if he was still alive. “I’ll meet them in the shuttle bay.” Bear replied, and went off to meet his old friend.
 
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        Captain Aaron "Bear" Le'pue, Naval Instructor & VE Today Chief Editor
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