Ayme Katash stood in her office with her arms clasped tersely behind her back. Her eyes gazed at the collection of pointless accolades and precious holos that adorned her wall. The command center on Tadath had seen better days but they were rebuilding.

Her door chimed and Ayme frowned at the sound. Her eyes slowly lowered to her chrono that showed it was far too late or possibly too early to have any visitors. “Come.”

A young woman black hair dressed in her Navy best took five steps in then executed a crisp salute.

Ayme muttered under her breath then gave a gruff, “at ease before you break something.” The woman lowered his arm then seemed taken aback by the Prefects appearance. Ayme had a loose black vneck shirt on with her military green cargo pants, looking more like a woman attending a sporting event…at a bar than a Prefect. “Can I help you…Warrant Officer?”

The woman opened and closed her mouth a few times before finally speaking. “Yes..General. I’m Warrant..” She stopped abruptly at the contemptuous look she was given then shook her head slightly. “Blaire, Arianna Blare, General.”

Ayme flinched at the name. She did her best to hide the reaction but it was obvious to all parties in the room. Her twin sister had also been named Aryanna and hearing the name again after so many years sent a jolt of unwanted nostalgia through the woman. Ayme paced over and leaned against the desk then crossed her arms waiting for Blare to continue.

“Navy Intelligence has been getting reports of a terrorist cell made up of Tadath Local Militia who escaped our recent incursion, located here.” She pushed a button on a holodisk she had been holding which projected an image of Vast Empire space. “Between Abrae and Tadath, right on the edge of our controlled space. It looks to be a small space station, likely former NR.”

Ayme nodded then scratched her neck. “Remind me to send the NI a congratulations card. Now what does any of this have to do with me?”

“We are low on supplies, most of our ships are still in repair, you have a decent sized Marauder that could use some action, and I have pilots that need distraction. I’d bet you have some stormtroopers with the same problem. So we use your ship and fly out to this station, snuff this issue before it can even start.”

Ayme nodded. “You assume my stormtroopers and your pilots won’t kill each other before we get to the terrorist? How optimistic.”

Blare started to object but paused when Katash raised her hand. “I agree with you Blare, this is a good plan and frankly I’ve been getting somewhat stir crazy myself.”

Ayme moved to the back of the desk to grab the leather jacket from her chair.

Blare raised her eyebrows. “You plan on accompanying us…General?”

Ayme stopped next to the woman and smirked. “Yup, let’s roll Blare.” Ayme slapped the  stunned Warrant Officer on the shoulder than made her way to her personal locker for her gear.

OOC:

Objective: Gather your gear and hop on the ship.

Our ship: Marauder Corvette Scythe

This is intended to be a fun story. Personal gear is totally allowed just OOC it so that others address it in their posts if necessary. We are headed for a space station to engage left over Terrorist from our Chapter 10 fight, these will be local Tadath Militia that escaped the battle and who are trying to organize and hit us again. Well frack that! There is no post count minimum or maximum, hell there really aren’t any rules here other than to not blow up the ship while Havock is on it. Jedi are welcome to join in. If you miss getting on the Scythe, no worries, just fly up in your own ship. Oh and these are terrorist, so I'm pretty sure we can find some liquor cashes. There is only fun to be had. I aim to misbehave. Enjoy!

Therex slid off the high hospital bed and hit the ground with a thud. The sharp cold felt nice on his bare feet. Sometimes he missed the cool winds from his homeworld. He remembered his old home that overlooked one of the frozen lakes on Csilla, and would bring nice snowstorms across the town. Shaking away the nostalgia, he let one hand nurse the left side of his face. A few stitches dotted the surface. Nothing severe. Someone had gotten a nice blow to his face and had split the skin enough to warrant more than a bandage and painkillers. Moving his jaw around a bit, he felt to make sure the stitches were doing their job. Satisfied, he grabbed his coat and boots and turned to the 2-1B that had worked on him.

"Thanks again," he said, bowing his head slightly to the droid.

"We hope to see you again soon," the droid said, obviously unaware of the inference that his statement had.

Laughing, Therex donned the boots and opened the door. His quarters were close by. He made sure to do that so that he could help in any emergency. It had been a while since he'd done any real patch up work, but you never forget the training. Draping the coat over one arm, he sifted through the pockets looking for his communicator. Just as he found it, it started beeping at him.

"This is Therex, what's up?"

"Sir, the squad is loading up for departure. No regs on gear, but please be prompt. The Scythe leaves in 30 minutes."

"Got it, thanks sarge."

Clicking the small unit off, Therex did a light jog to his quarters and started gearing up. Nothing fancy, but he did grab some light armor and strapped a belt on to hold a few weapons. His two revolvers hung to his side, next to a knife and a few detonators. A satchel hung in his locker holding all his medical supplies. Donning his coat, he grabbed the satchel and sling it over his shoulder and headed out to the hangar. On his way he passed a few others from the new Direcat squad and finally got to some some of their faces. A few were in standard stormtrooper armor, while others opted to use personal equipment that they trusted more. As they entered the hangar, they took position for boarding. Therex grabbed a seat near the end, closest to the cockpit. It was a habit he had, believing that in an emergency, he'd rather be close to the pilots than the exit.

As the ship filled up, Therex noticed a few familiar faces, and even threw a wave or two in at some of his old squadmates. He hadn't spoken with any of them for a while now, so if they didn't recognize him, it was to be expected. Relaxing into his seat, he watched the last of them board. It was going to be a bit of a flight, so he was hoping to catch up with some of the people, and meet the newbies.

OOC:

Super tiny, but I wanted to get one in before bed.

It was morning. The only way she knew for sure was the almost irritating voice of Noma attempting to wake her up. Not that she would normally be sleeping at this time of the morning really, just that the last few days she'd had such little sleep. The nightmares, she was used too. The dreams of a certain blond she'd only recently discovered was alive, something else completely. And even sometimes those were nightmares.

“Are you awake yet?” The AI asked for the twentieth time in the last ten minutes.

Thoughts of the AI, brought Bright back to the fact that she was currently sleeping in a bed that was not her own. Her memory supplied the name of the ship as she turned onto her side to glare at the holographic image of the irritating Noma. Ryujin. Havock's ship that had been offered as a place for Bright to sleep until she figured out what she wanted to do now that she was back on Tadath.

She sighed irritably and glared again at the wavering image. “Not that frightening if you ask me.” Noma replied. Rain insulted her in a dialect from her homeworld. “You humans, I don't think I'll ever understand you.” With a shake of her holographic head, Noma, conveniently disappeared from view.

As she disappeared, Rain flopped back against the mattress and stared up at the unfamiliar durasteel ceiling. She remembered telling Havock that she refused to sleep in the barracks until such a time that her commission had been reactivated, and she wasn't sure she wanted it to ever be reactivated. It was after she discovered that the only ship on world that had survived the bombardments two years ago was her personal fighter craft, that Hav had offered her room on the E9 ship that she'd named Ryujin.

The former Platoon Sergeant had tried to brush off the offer, stating that she couldn't invade a private space like that. Ayme had simply given her the look. The look that had Rain wanting to just agree to see her smile. “Gods I am so whipped.” The red head muttered to the empty room.

Throwing the blanket off of her and to the side of the bed, Bright rolled to her side and sat up, placing her bare feet on the cold metallic floor. She pushed her sleep mussed read hair away from her eyes by running her fingers through it. She sighed as she stood and stretched, her black tank top riding up her stomach slightly. Finally she released a breath and turned to find something to wear for the day when a knock sounded at the door.

Frowning slightly she walked the short distance to the entry and pushed the controls to open the door. There, standing on the other side, was none other than the very same blond that had been hunting her dreams of late. Acting on automatic reflex, Rain gazed at the woman trying to determine if there were any injuries or if she was ill or out of sorts. It was the best she could do without actually touching the blue eyed woman. Finding nothing wrong initially, Bright was startled out of her musings by a clattering on the floor.

Looking down she discovered a package had hit the floor, being dropped from seemingly numb fingers. Had she missed something in her search? She looked back up at her friend with furrowed brows. “Ayme, are you alright?” She asked taking a step closer to the General.

Ayme blinked owlishly at Rain for a moment before squeaking quietly and trying to speak, “ummm, yeah....I'm umm... I'm okay.”

Rain smiled finding a flustered Havock incredibly adorable as she tries to stumble over her words and unable to form a complete sentence without the word 'um'. “Are you sure? You seem flustered.”

Havock huffed for a moment and scowled down at her hands. Shaking her head she seemed to realize that something was missing from them and bent down to pick up the item that she had dropped. “I'm going on a mission to route out some terrorists planning to make another attack. They are regrouping on a nearby space station as we speak. I was wondering if you'd like to come along.” By the time Havock had finished she seemed breathless and she was trying to look everywhere but at Rain.

“Ayme, are you asking me out on a date?” Rain asked raising one brown and smirking at the other woman.

She looked Ayme over again and found herself blushing only moment later. She'd somehow managed to no pay attention to the clothes the General was wearing. A lose black v-neck shirt and military green cargo pants, a black worn looking leather jacket thrown on, but not zipped. She looked good. Rain blinked and tried to keep her mind from wandering.

“Rain, why are you blushing? Havock said, a smirk casually forming on her lips. “So what do you say, a romantic firefight with terrorists?” She held up the package she'd dropped earlier. “You'll need this. Meet me in the spaceport in fifteen minutes, the Marauder Corvette Scythe. Personal gear, and what is in that box. I'll see you there.”

While Rain was still recovering her senses, Havock winked at her and turned to leave. The door closed behind her with a soft hiss that seemed to snap Rain out of her stupor. “Focus Rain, ogle later.” She growled at herself.

Fifteen minutes later Bright was boarding the Sythe, a black leather jacket with red and blue piping down the arms thrown over her personal stealth armor. The brand new Treppus 2 Vibroblade she'd just dubbed Hell strapped to her right thigh resting easily in front of her personal sidearm. A blaster rifle was hanging from the strap on her shoulder. Anyone who knew where to look would have seen the imprint of another half dozen knives about her person.

She went straight to Havock and nodded with a smile. As much as she'd love to tell her how good she looked, Rain settled for a long glance at the blonde woman and a wink. She took a seat near Havock until the mission started and watched as others made their way onto the Scythe.

OOC:

So much longer than I had intended for the first post, but this is a CD story. And I love that sort. Eat your heart out.

Quote:OOC: Mind if I engage Objective A?

GreatWolf was busily in the process of devouring the latest combat dossiers on New Republic military capabilities and tactics when the call came over. Quickly gathering up his flight gear and blaster pistol. His commlink buzzed with details of the assignment. Apparently a bunch of Tadath militia who had escaped the previous battle were assembling on the edge of the system, trying to regroup to strike the VE again.

Well, guess somebody from VENI ended up getting hauled over the coals over the initial suckerpunch they gave us, and they don't want it happening again.

The betrayal of the militia forces that the VE had been using as part of the PRG during the sudden assault on Imperial space by the Republic had been part  of what made the attack so devastating. A surprise attack in itself was bad enough, but the internal wrecking and sabotage had inflicted heavy losses, both ground and naval on the VE. Even it's new superweapon, which the fleet had been guarding whilst under construction was destroyed in the attack and Abrae, the home of the Navy, was lost along with the entire Vectra system, and most of the Fleet. GreatWolf was not aware of the exact plans, but he knew full well that the VE High Command was planning on striking back at the New Republic, and mopping up the remnants of the traitors who had participated in their attack was a way of beginning to do so.

Raising his eyebrows as he saw that Aurora squadron was being partnered with the Army for the operation, he quickly gathered his gear up, thoughts racing.
Suppose it makes sense, given it'll be close combat fighting, the Stormies are good at that sort of thing. But I've probably done it more than my fellow navy counterparts now.

And indeed, his shooting down during the battle had forced him into ground combat with some of the traitorous militia in the Rhegeant System, and subsequently to fight his way through back to VE High Command. Of course, he had then been sent back up to the space battle that continued to rage, but the experience of ground combat with the militia had already given him a distate for them that went beyond simple ideological disagreements about the desirability of the VE ruling their homes.

Thus, he was looking forward to the present assignment.

Just before he left the bunk, he placed a special gauntlet on his forearm, whilst it appeared to be merely decorative, with was an energy shield that, when activated, would provide some protection against blasterfire, and, whilst it wouldn't last long against hand-to-hand weapons, would give him some vital space needed to hit an opponent before they got to close range.


Thus, he shut the door to his bunk, and, within a few minutes, stood within the common area of the Mauruder Corvette, with both his fellow squadron mates, and unfamiliar Army faces.

He stood awkwardly, not knowing what to make of the newcomers, hoping that something, anything, would be said to lessen the tension...

Quote:OOC: Longer than I planned, but that's OK. If any Army folk want to interact with the Wolf, feel free to do so, building some cross-branch relationships here! It'll also give him something to do BEFORE he starts shooting people, (which I plan to be my next post.