(OOC: Well, I was hoping that someone else would post on this, but it looks like that duty will once again fall to me. On a side note, Claw is a Commodore, not a Rear Admiral.)   Commodore Darkhawk's CRF-156T Raven glided down to a smooth landing in the Atrus's tertiary landing bay. Months had passed since Darkhawk had been on board the Super Star Destroyer that served as the Navy's flagship; much had changed during those months.   However, that was irrelevant to the current situation. He had received a desperate summons to return to Abrae and join up with Kaph Squadron. According to the transmission, forces friendly to the Vast Empire were under attack by a band of space rogues known as the Gilkani pirates. Warmaker hadn't said much more than that, but Darkhawk could feel that there was a sense of urgency to the situation.   As he climbed down from his scout ship and headed toward his small quarters nearby, he ran into one of his squadron mates. The warrant officer smiled as he saw the commodore approach.   "It's good to see you back on board, Darkhawk," Denethor said, snapping a hasty salute.   Returning the salute, and the smile, Darkhawk replied, "It feels good to be back. How serious is the situation around here?"   "Well, none of us is really sure just yet. We're about to redeploy to the Nemesis, though. You got back just in time, it seems."   "Yes, it does. I'm going to run down to my quarters and put away my things. Tell Arturus that I'll be there as soon as I can."   "Will do. Don't be too long, though, okay? I think this could be pretty important."   "So do I," the commodore responded.   As he jogged down the corridors of the Atrus, the Dark Jedi reached out with the Force, trying to get a feel for who else was there on the ship with him. His eyes widened, a surprise reflex, when he felt a certain presence on board.   Liquid! What the heck are you doing here?   I'm back in the Navy now, that's what. In fact, I'm your new flight leader.       Darkhawk shook his head, grinning. That's good news to hear. Looks like this mission might not be so boring after all.   Oh, I don't think you're going to have to worry about that.   Is there anything you can tell me? the commodore asked.   We're getting ready to leave for the Nemesis.   I know. I ran into Denethor on my way in.   All right then. The only other thing I can tell you is that this mission is going to involve special ops. So you might want to bring along the proper equipment.   Oh, don't worry. I'll be properly equipped. Sir.
 
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ADJ:NTO/FM/COM Darkhawk/Kaph 3-4/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE/(=A=)(=SA=)(=JCPA=)(=SCPA=)(=FCO=)[LoC][LSM][BRC][MC:1st][CBV*][VC:Ebony][KC:oc]

DLS/CL/SG Darkhawk/Eagle 2-1/mSSD Atrus/VEDJ/VE/[CR]

Liquid folded his robes neatly into his pack, laid his saber and various slicing tools on top of it, and placed the other half of his robe on top. "There, that should be....enough." he said quietly to himself, as he placed his saber on his right hip. He entered the hallway as the chrono on his wrist just hit 4:55, 5 STU's left, he began to run down the hallway, calling up his datapad with the Force, and telling his pilot droid to head for the Nemisis, he provided it with the proper clearance codes to board it. He sent a personal message to the Commodore, letting him know that the driod might be a bit latent in sending the codes, and the make/callsign of his ship. "That should do it." he said to himself. "Yes, that will be perfect."
 
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CM/DJK Liquid/Dark Knight 1-3/Lion Sect/VEDJ/(VP)

There are 10 types of people in this world. Those who understand binary, and those who don't. - Sticker at thinkgeek.com

Solo grabbed his bags and carefully threw them over his shoulder.  As a demolitions expert, he had developed a healthy respect for the tools of his trade.  Upon taking his seat and stowing his equipment, Solo looked up to see Darkhawk take the seat next to him.  "Any idea what's really going on?", he asked.  "Nope" replied Darkhawk, "Arturus isn't telling anyone anything." "Guess we'll just have to wait until the briefing.  I hate being kept in the dark."  said Solo as he felt the shuttle lift off.

    Jacen slid into his seat aboard the Lambda-class shuttle Ptarmigan.  He shifted anxiously as he awaited the beginning of the flight.  The new Crewman's uniform was most definitely not what it was made out to be.  A screen came down from in front of him and he tried to get comfortable to watch the in-flight movie.  The screen came alive and his compartment aboard the shuttle went opaque.  He could not see outside of where he was sitting.  He glanced at the vidscreen where a young man was shuffling some papers.  He raised the volume so he could hear...     I am Ensign Arturus, your new commanding officer.  You have been transferred to Kaph Squadron after I viewed your amazing test scores.  After this briefing is over, you will exit the shuttle and go to the Secondary Docking Bay on L-level.  There you will board the Beta-class Assault Shuttle Belthon.  What is happening is as follows: Over an hour ago, the High Command received a message from a Modified Frigate far in the outer rim.  It broadcasted a request for asylum to the Vast Empire.  In exchange they offered us valuable information about a pirate group called the Gilkani.  Apparently they are the ones responsible for all of the freighter losses in the outer rim.  I will play you the recording.     The vidscreen moved to a recording of a man in a pirate's uniform who was pleading for immediate help and asylum within the Vast Empire.  The man went on for a few seconds until the screen shook and cries of pain were heard.  The man's face returned to the screen, shaken and pale.  His last words before the screen went blank were, "We are under attack!  The Gilkani have fou..."     We assume that the frigate was destroyed and that the freighters were recaptured.  However, since we have no real proof if this was a valid message or a trap, we need to investigate the area were the transmission was sent from.  Fortunately the recording gave a data signal indicating where it was being transmitted from.  When you arrive at the Nemesis, have the Flight Officer direct you to Kaph Squadron’s area.  I have not yet decided on rooming plans, but you can at least drop your stuff off in the lounge, which will also act as our briefing room.  Our ships are located in the Secondary Hangar Bay.  Our current ships are TIE Bomber’s, but that may be changed for this mission due to its Special Operations nature.  Any questions, comments, or concerns can be addressed as soon as you are aboard the Nemesis.  Ensign Arturus, out.     Jacen stood up and opened the door to the compartment.  He walked to the aft entrance to the shuttle and stopped some mechanics that were lifting his bags into the Ptarmigan.  He picked up his two bags and headed towards the turbolift.  He found it and took it up to L-level.  He got off and turned right, heading for the Secondary Docking Bay.  He entered the bay through a side entrance and immediately spotted the Belthon.  He walked up to it and let the pilot know who he was.  The pilot had him enter the ship and then began the preflight sequence.     Jacen plopped down in a flight couch as the pilot raised the shuttle on its repulsors.  He felt the effects of the inertial dampeners kick in as the normal G-force of such a take-off would have been bone crushing.  He loosened his collar and checked his chrono.  He had about ten hours to catch some sleep.  He lay back and let his eyes close as he drifted into a wonderland.

  Darkhawk and Liquid sat at the other end of the lounge on the Nemesis than the rest of Kaph Squadron's pilots. Clearly they wanted to be left alone, and when two Dark Jedi want something, they usually get it. Liquid hadn't begun to drink anything quite yet, so his mind was still sharp. Or, at least, it hadn't been affected by any alcohol yet.   "What do you think about Arturus?" Liquid asked.   "You mean his strength in the Force?"   Liquid nodded. "I can't believe he has been overlooked."   "Perhaps the Council merely felt he wasn't ready yet."   "What does the Council feel now?"   The commodore smiled. "Wait until after this mission."   "You're going to be watching him, aren't you? To see how he handles the command position?"   Darkhawk laughed. "Liquid, that's the whole reason I was placed into Kaph Squadron in the beginning. Do you really think it had anything to do with Navy matters?"   "Wow. I had no idea the Order has such a far-reaching influence."   "Well, now you know a little more." The older man winked at the younger. "I have a feeling our squadron commander will turn out just fine."
 
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ADJ:NTO/FM/COM Darkhawk/Kaph 3-4/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE/(=A=)(=SA=)(=JCPA=)(=SCPA=)(=FCO=)[LoC][LSM][BRC][MC:1st][CBV*][VC:Ebony][KC:oc]

DLS/CL/SG Darkhawk/Eagle 1-4/mSSD Atrus/VEDJ/VE/[CR]

The heavy thuds of Arturus' boots echoed down the empty hallway as he made his way to the bridge.  Commodore Claw had ordered Art to find him after getting his squadron ready, and finding the Commodore he was.  After a brief way at the captain's quarters, Arturus remembered that he could track down Claw through the comm-officer.  The impatient officer sneered at Art through the comm and told him that the Commodore was on the bridge.  Arturus thanked the man, switched off his comm-link, and began to tell the officer where he could put his rank bar. The large door to the bridge opened as Art neared it.  He saw the Commodore right away, leaning over an ensign's shoulder to see a display.  Art approached the Commodore and clicked his heels. Claw pointed at a line on the screen and said, "Have engine crews check on that spike.  I don't like the looks of it either."  With a sigh, he stood and turned to Arturus.  "Ensign" he began, "I know you came here expecting me to micro-manage and tell you how to do your job.  I am no fool, however.  My job is to make sure my ship and crew stays safe.  When the Nemesis is the flagship of a battle, I command squadrons as well as the rest of the ships with me.  I was merely demonstrating that I expect you to follow Imperial protocol.  As a former Training Officer, I know that such protocol was beaten into your helmet in basic training." Arturus let out a silent sigh of relief, but he held his stance of attention.  "Sir, Kaph squadron is under your command." he said confidently.  There was a deeply ingrained pride in his men behind his words.  It was as if he stood at even more attention when he said it.  A slight smile formed on his face as he watched the Commodore nod his head in approval. Claw walked toward the bridge's main door and spoke over his shoulder, "Captain Sihd, you are in command.  Arturus, follow me."  The doors opened as he approached and closed behind Art.

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"Attention on deck!" came the call as Arturus and Claw entered the lounge where Kaph was waiting.  The squadron jumped to their feet and lined up for inspection... all but two. Claw set his jaw and confidently strode over to Liquid and Darkhawk, as they sat at their table, drinking.  "I believe attention was called." he said firmly. Liquid smirked and said, "I believe you're right." and took another gulp of the potent drink. "Drinking while on duty and not acknowledging a superior officer.. two very bad ways to end your Naval career." Claw growled. Darkhawk glared at Claw and said, "The Navy doesn't concern us.  We do as we please."  Although their shared a rank, protocol would have forced Darkhawk to stand and acknowledge Claw since he was captain of the ship. "If you insist." Claw said with a sigh as he drew his sidearm.  It wasn't until then that anyone noticed how the Commodore kept an unusually large blaster on him for an officer.  He leveled the muzzle at Liquid's left eye.  "Stand and join your squadron now."  His eyes showed a lack of caring either way and a hint of fire burning for having to correct a subordinante.  A firm tug brought the blaster to the right eye before Claw could steady his arm.  The telekinetic grip on his blaster wasn't enough for him to release it.  "Keep pulling and I'll fire." Claw said.  A moment passed before the tugging stopped.  Claw glared down the sights of the gun and said, "Join your squadron, Warrant Officer." Liquid stood slowly and fell in with his squadron.  He was surprised to find Darkhawk had joined him.  The two exchanged glances.  Talon told me about him.  Said he doesn't like Jedi at all.  I didn't believe him when he said he wasn't afraid of us either. Liquid spoke through the Force. I don't doubt it now.  I just hope I don't have to kill him. Darkhawk replied.  Liquid quickly glanced over, wondering if Darkhawk was joking.. he knew better. "Welcome to the Imperial class Star Destroyer Nemesis." Claw's voice interrupted.  "You will treat myself and my crew with the respect we deserve and we will do the same to you.  We will fight as one, since we are of the same Empire.  There are no "me"s in space when the plasma is being thrown back and forth."  As he addressed Kaph, he paced back and forth, looking each of them in the eyes as they stood at parade rest.  "We will be leaving shortly.  I have been informed by Ensign Arturus that you wish to fly a simulation since you should have time for one round.  I have provided a program that I designed myself that should be challenging for you.  We will begin in an hour.  Your quarters are on deck D-35.  Store your belongings and report to the sim deck.  Dismissed."  Claw finished his pacing at the end of the line where Liquid and Darkhawk stood.  He gave both of them a glare and then left the room.   ----------------------- OO/GN Sierra "Talon" Taurus/HC-3/VEHC/VE[BC][IOC][LoC][SoS][BM][CDS][MSM] GM-SL/KPX "Nightblades"/DC-2/Elite Griffen Sect/VSD-II Griffen/VEDJ/VE[IOC][OQD][WoS 2nd Class] CEO Sierra "Talon" Taurus/ECHC-1/Endoven/Dome 8473/VEEC/VE ----------------------- SCAP/COM Vincent "Claw" Taurus/ISD Nemesis/Offensive Fleet/VEN[=A=][LoM][IOC][IC2] CE Vincent "Claw" Taurus/Endoven/Dome 8457/VEEC/VE

The bags being stowed in his bunk, he walked briskly to the docking bay of the Nemisis. He had a quick conversation with the Petty Officer that was in charge there, and found the location of his ship. He walked to it and entered the password. "Ahh...home sweet home." He breathed deep the smell of Silicon that was still lingering in the air. "I'm such a geek." He sighed as he walked into the cargo bay on his ship. "Hmm....what will I need?" he asked himself as he looked through his table of various items. He hefted a pack onto the table and began placing various things into it. "A lockpick, bugs, some fiber optic wiring, and a few extra odds and ends. Then, he added the prized item in his connection. His hand-made personal data-pad. That thing had so many codes on it, he'd kill himself if he lost it. Hey Liquid, you'd better hurry up if you don't wanna miss the briefing. Oh, SHIT! Liquid replied back to Darkhawk via the Force and hurridly picked up the pack and booked for the meeting down the halls. He barely remembered to lock his ship back up before he left. Running at incredible Force-aided speeds down the hallway, he rounded a corner too quickly and ran smack into the Ship Captain, Claw. Sithspit Liquid thought, as he slowly raised himself and offered a hand to help up the commodore. "I need no assistance from you, Warrant Officer Liquid." He said it in a snotty tone, one that didn't exactly please the Dark Jedi. Shifting his weight, he replied: "Well, excuse me for having some decency when knocking someone down." "You will only call me by Sir, Liquid." "Yeah, whatever." He turned and walked off for the briefing room deftly. The Commodore continued shouting orders as the Warrant Officer continued walking down the hall. Gah....this guy needs some Twileks around a bit more often. Sheesh. I agree completely Darkhawk said as Liquid rounded the corner.
 
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CM/DJK Liquid/Dark Knight 1-3/Lion Sect/VEDJ/(VP)

There are 10 types of people in this world. Those who understand binary, and those who don't. - Sticker at thinkgeek.com

"Greetings again men."  Claw began as he paced in front of the pilots in the hanger.  "I just thought I would briefly inform you as to how the army simulator works before you go with your incompetence and wreck every electronic system in the simulator.  From here you will go down to a large room that was made in the middle of this ship.  You will notice that it's size is immense and that it is compeltely empty.  You will all be issued the appropriate armor, sim weapons, and the helmets that will show you everything you see.  It will feel exactly like real life.  If you decide to run into a virtual wall even, your suit will react and give you the kind of pain you would expect in real life.  The only items that do not work in the sim are lightsabers, and some small personal gear that you may have.  You will all be issued what you need.  Ensign Arturus, you may take your men and begin your training mission.  I have kept the small briefing room next to the sim room open for you to brief and your men to change.  I have also assigned three Lieutenants and a couple of Warrant Officers to assist you and run the sim for you.  After the sim you amy use the briefing room and equipment to give an overview and a critique.  I will stop by occasionally to observe and I will give my thoughts at the end."  Claw concluded.  Arturus snapped a salute which Claw gave little notice to as he left the hanger. "Alright men, lets go to the simulator."  Art said as he deflated from his attention stance and became more natural again.  "By the way, does anyone have a spare uniform that might fit me?  Claw says I must wear a uniform while on board.  I kind of sold mine off as I didnt feel the need for it."  Art said awkwardly as he looked at his men.  Most of them were either too tall or too narrow in the shoulders to fit him properly.  "Ill see what I can work out later."  Art muttered as he left the hanger followed by his men.
 
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    Jacen slid around a corner and sprinted down the narrow passageway.  He tossed his bags into a personal locker and yanked out the key.  He continued on to the Kaph meeting room where they were supposed to be as he ran.  He banged through the door just as a Commodore was coming through on the other side.     "Sh*t!" the Commodore grunted as he landed on his butt, bleeding out his left nostril.  "Why the hell don't you pilots watch where you are going?  That's two times too many today.  Moron."     "Hey, who the hell do you think you are.  I agree I shouldn't have run into you, but you should have been more cautious than to try and open the ENTER door," Jacen said heatedly.     The Commodore looked at the bold letters on the door.  He glanced up and with a smirk on his face said, "I must have lost enough brain cells last time that I can't read any longer.  Now if you will excuse me, I have to get Kaph going in their sim."     "Their sim?  D*mn, I better get down there before they do too much," Jacen said as he turned back out the door.  He threw a quick salute and raced down to the middlemost decks of the ship where Kaph was preparing for their simulation.  Jacen ran up to the Ensign and tapped him on the shoulder, "Hey, I am Crewman Jacen, Kaph 2-2.  I just got assigned to your Squadron the other day."     "Ah, yes, welcome to the squadron," Art said warmly.  "Do I know you from somewhere?"     "Possibly, I met a bunch of officers through a friend of mine who used to be in the Navy.  His name was Swomz," Jacen said.  Art nodded in confirmation.       "I remember now, we were at an awards banquet where Swomz was being appointed as Assistant Instructor for Flight School," Art said.  "Flight School has since been shut down, as you can quite easily see.  I believe you also know Denethor, Darkhawk, Liquid, Emon, Corran, and Sabre.  Solo, WYD, and Sk8guy you may not have met before," Art said as he pointed everyone out.     "Yea, I remember Darkhawk and Corran pretty well.  I remember Corran, Denethor, Sabre, and Emon were all members of Venom.  Isn't Liquid that guy that is a really good tech?" Jacen asked.     "Yea, but for now we better get suited up.  I don't want to get yelled at by Commodore Claw for being late," Art said jokingly.     "So that was the Commodore I ran into, or I should say, ran into me," Swomz laughed as he started to cloth himself.  He heard someone chucking and turned around to see Liquid practically crying he was laughing so hard.  "I wonder what's wrong with him..."
 
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Lance Corporal Swomz
Raiders Squad
Wildcard Platoon
Army of the Vast Empire
TRP/LCPL Swomz/3SQD/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [ES1]
"Wow, that was a damn big explosion." -Swomz

Art finished his hand to hand combat exercises he was doing with Solo and turned to face the rest of his men.  "Ok good, now we will use everything the sim made available to us for an infiltration mission.  We will infiltrate a pir-"  Art began to say as he was startled by two bursts of light.  "What the hell?!"  Art exclaimed as he turned to face Liquid and Darkhawk.  "I should have known."  He said as he glared at the two dark jedi.  "Alright you jokers,"  he began as he took the sim command datapad from his sim suit belt.  "This is the command datapad, if you do not deactivate those sabers and eliminate the crack you sent into the system I will short circuit your helmets and start having random virtual objects smal into you.  Your suit is designed to give you the pain that you would recieve from that.  Eventually you will fall unconscious from shock and eventually die."  He said as he started typing into the datapad.  "You have ten seconds!"  He shouted as he continued to glare at the two men.
 
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SL/ESN_Arturus/Kaph 1-1/Phoenix Wing/M-SSD_Atrus/VE/VEN/(=a=)(=sa=)(=jcpa=)(=scpa=)[MC:1][LoR]

Claw folded his arms across his chest after entering the holographic room.  With only a millisecond of a delay, the holographic representation of the Commodore did the same in everyone's goggles.  His lips were pressed together firmly in a frown.  "I suppose you find yourself a good slicer, Liquid.  Coding in a patch to a simulation program you've never touched before to act out the properties of a lightsaber as well as the Force is no small task.  If you hadn't messed it up, you would have been able to cut a hole through the floor and drop out of the programmed rooms.  However, once you touched that button, I saw exactly what you were doing.  Your hasty coding and inexperience with my simulation program that took me many months of solid coding has shown through." he said with contempt.  A slight smirk formed on his face and he added, "Go ahead.  Kill me.  I know you'd like to.  I'm wearing the same equipment you are.  Strike me down with your holographic weapon." Liquid grinned as he gave his lightsaber a twirl, listening to the hum that he told the program to add when it was activated and the different pitch to give it as it moved.  Once his saber returned to both hands, Liquid kicked off of the deck hard and leapt toward the Commodore who had just asked for his death.  Claw stood still with his arms crossed and the smirk stayed.  His eyes showed nothing but indifference. The green blade connected with the hologram of Claw and it passed clean through.  Arturus winced as he waited for the ship captain to fall to the ground in two neat halves holographically and the real Claw to drop to the ground, dead from his own equipment.  Liquid brought his weapon to bear again in a hasso position and waited.  The blade flickered a few times and then the hologram faded into nonexistence.  Claw reached forward and grabbed hold of something on Liquid's belt that didn't appear in the holo-world.  He ripped the datapad off of the ensign's belt and lifted his goggles long enough to disable it.  After repositioning the hood, Claw stared into Liquid's eyes.  "Congratulations, Ensign, you just delayed your squadron's only simulation.  You have pushed back the entire schedule just because you couldn't follow a simple order." he said harshly.  Claw turned to leave and said over his shoulder, "The sim will be rebooted as soon as I'm back in the control room." The door shut behind Claw and Liquid turned to the rest of his squadron.  All of them were glaring at him.  Arturus especially.  That didn't go so well. he spoke through the Force. Indeed (OOC: Before you whine about this, I'm only trying to keep the story realistic)
 
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OO/GN Sierra "Talon" Taurus/HC-3/VEHC/VE[BC][IOC][LoC][SoS][BM][CDS][MSM]
GM-SL/KPX "Nightblades"/DC-2/Elite Griffen Sect/VSD-II Griffen/VEDJ/VE[IOC][OQD][WoS 2nd Class]
CEO Sierra "Talon" Taurus/ECHC-1/Endoven/Dome 8473/VEEC/VE
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SCAP/COM Vincent "Claw" Taurus/ISD Nemesis/Offensive Fleet/VEN[=A=][LoM][IOC][IC2]
CE Vincent "Claw" Taurus/Endoven/Dome 8457/VEEC/VE

(OOC: I know this is a long time coming but here it is) Art put his helmet and gear back on and assembled the squad back into the room.  "Alight men, I'll activate the sim now.  When it starts, it will feel and seem like this is the real thing so it will be excellent practice for when we need these skills in real life.  The mission is simple.  We have been inserted into a rebel occupied city, there is a large communications/radar base that is vital for the entire sector.  Imperial forces need this sabotatged in order to ship supplies through this sector to a planet that is experiencing a natural disaster.  We have developed an elaborate plan to infiltrate the base.  We have captured 2 rebel officer and 3 soldiers, we have their id cards which are modified for our profile.  I will be a Major in the rebel intel corps, that was one of the officers we captured.  Darkhawk is a lieutenant in charge of a small detail who arrested a group of smugglers trying to jupm through the sector.  Denethor and Solo, and Jacen will be the two rebel soldiers attached to Darkhawk's detail.  The rest of you will be in loosened handcuffs which you can break through once we enter the base.  Remember, we are in a large city, we cant start the battle until we enter the facility.  AN attack from the outside would be suicidal for us and would kill many civilians.  MAke sure you dont blow your cover, it is imperative that we get inside first.  There is a large rebel garrison four miles away, if we are lucky we can get in and accomplish our mission before they arrive.  As for a getaway we will take what comes.  Good luck, here we go."  Art finished as he pressed the button and activated the sim.  Seconds later he saw himself in an officers uniform surrounded by his men in rebel uniforms and some of his men in smuggling clothes.  They were in a cluster of buildings.
 
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SL/ESN_Arturus/Kaph 1-1/Phoenix Wing/M-SSD_Atrus/VE/VEN/(=a=)(=sa=)(=jcpa=)(=scpa=)[MC:1][SV][BRC][LoC]

(OOC: So, uhh.. are we done?)
 
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OO/GN Sierra "Talon" Taurus/HC-3/VEHC/VE[BC][IOC][LoC][SoS][BM][CDS][MSM]
GM-SL/KPX "Nightblades"/DC-2/Elite Griffen Sect/VSD-II Griffen/VEDJ/VE[IOC][OQD][WoS 2nd Class]
CEO Sierra "Talon" Taurus/ECHC-1/Endoven/Dome 8473/VEEC/VE
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SCAP/COM Vincent "Claw" Taurus/ISD Nemesis/Offensive Fleet/VEN[=A=][LoM][IOC][IC2]
CE Vincent "Claw" Taurus/Endoven/Dome 8457/VEEC/VE

(OCC: This really isnt over, its just ppl got to start posting, im not going to have a conversation with myself, if i wanted to do that id write my own story.)
 
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SL/ESN_Arturus/Kaph 1-1/Phoenix Wing/M-SSD_Atrus/VE/VEN/(=a=)(=sa=)(=jcpa=)(=scpa=)[MC:1][SV][BRC][LoC]