(OOC:  Here is the beginning of the Naval Story.  We are starting with the standard space fight, we will not be finishing with it.  Be ready.  Remember, write realistically, you are not superman, you cannot shoot down 2000 ships and take no damage.  5 kills in a career is considered spectacular.  Also, this is war, and in war, people die.  Feel free to kill of AWOL members as well as any NPCs that you wish to bring in to fill out your squads.  Lastly, I will be paying 100,000 ICs out of my own pocket to the person with the most GOOD posts, meaning that they must have some substance.  May the Force be with you.)



The battle for Ugron was going well.  The fleet had dropped in just as planned, quickly reducing the its defenses to floating ash.  Now they had only to wait for the planet's capitulation.

In silent orbit around Ugron, JMac couldn't help but feel satisfied with himself.  Between the force, his piloting skills, and the Wraith, he was basically unstoppable.  Or at least invisible, which was basically the same thing.

"So, Liquid, you wanna tell me again why we had to bring in both the offensive fleet, and most of the defensive fleet," JMac asked.  "We could have taken this with just our squad.  They didn't even have any capital ships!"

"We really thought this was going to be a tough one," Liquid commed back.  "A large chunk of the Rebel's Second Fleet was supposed to be stationed here.  It looks like our intell was wrong again."

As if on cue, the space around them boiled, spewing force ship after ship.  JMac's radar picked up several ImpStars, a large assortment of smaller ships, and three interdictors.

Admiral K3R's stern voice blared over the comm. unit: "All right, it looks like we have a fight on our hands.  Kaph, Polaris, Viper, keep all fighters away from the Atrus.  Sting, Venom, Nemesis, see what you can do about those interdictors."

 
-----------------------
LCM_FL_ JMac/Kaph 3-1/(=A=)(=SA=)(=MA)(=FOCE=)(MC1)

It's God's job to forgive Bin Laden... It's our job to arrange the meeting -USMC

Semper Fidelis

Lusthawk 12

[OOC: What the hell.  /OOC]

Daishi had been away from the VEN for a VERY long time but he still knew what needed to be done.

Daishi had been waiting impatiantly for nearly a minute while the TIE Horror was outfitted with missles instead of the normal torpedo load it carried.

The TIE Hooror was not particullary frightening to behold until the sixteen missles it could fire at once came screaming toward a target.

The targeting system still hadn't been reliably adapted to target multiple enemies with one launch but once in a while it seemed to accept the idea.

The techs signaled he was ready to launch and shortly thereafter was given launch clearance from control.

Daishi was more acustomed to veiwing his battles from a holoprojection of the battle and issuing commands that way.

A quick snap roll allowed Daishi to avoid the brunt of a barrage of fire from a trio of X-wings that seemed to have decided that they'd try and blast fighters as they came out of the hanger.

Good tactic if you could evade the fire of the mothership long enough.

So far Daishi was the only represenative from Raptor on the field of battle but he knew his presance could still make quite an impact.

"A squadron of X-wings is taking turns trying to burn our fighters as they come out of the hanger.  I'll need assistance to keep them clear."  Daishi radioed as he watched the X-wings trade out after suffering some minor hits.

Overall the line seemed to be holding fairly well but slowly Daishi noticed more and more fighters were begining to slip through the perimiter.

"Drat too many problems to deal with all at once."  Daishi muttered to himself as he started to loop around to try and break up the X-wing squadron.
 
-----------------------
RA(U) Daishi COSOS
"If we had all knowladge then why would we seek what we already know and if we had no knowladge then how could we even ask the question?"  Plato
"Indeceant exposure is fun." Sonatina
"There are at least three sides to any situation." Me

    "Madness..."  Shazam thought to himself as fighters rolled and dodged laser bolts.  The dark skies turned into a spectacular light show of mass proportions. 
    "Well, madness as it is..." he began, and pushed his throttle forward. 
    Just as the engines began to ignite, a blast shook the tie, and Shazam began to spin.  The world spun around and left him holding on to his seat.  He heard a voice over the intercom.  "You alright!" 
    As if someone had suddenly jolted him awake, he started pushin buttons.  "I've got a minor bolt injury on one of my left solar panels."  Shazam reported into the intercom.
    Shazam tryed to level out the fighter, messing with the stabilizer switchs he managed to stop his downward spin.
    Using whatever leverage he could, he managed the fighter into the battle.  Lasers flashed by him as lights went off on his monitors everywhere.  His radar lit up like a christmas tree, and Shazam started shooting. 
    He hadn't realized the bolts were his own until he manage to strike an A-wing.  The A-wing swing itself into a fine loop while barrelrolling Shazams fire.  "Oh yer good..." grinned Shazam.
    "But not good enough" and with that, he jumped the throttle to full position.  The A-wing spun into veiw, it continued to loop going at medium throtle.  Shazam opposed his pattern and met him halfway through his form.  He blasted into the front of the A-wing, it spun into the madness of space.  Shazam grinned widely, but as the A-wing was to explode it colided with a nearby tie.  A master explosion erupted into the clear dark void.  Voices came over the intercom, and the void became a series of worried chatter and targeting info.  As all the chatter erupted another tie next to him became instant debris.  Shazam barreled out of the way as a few bolts passed his right solar panels.

(OOC: Jmac Ill match your 100k by offering 66k for second and 33k for third in terms of most quality posts. Ill start posting tomorrow once Im done with my secondlast midterm)
 
-----------------------
TR/SST_Afyon/Dark Dragoon Squad/2PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE/[LoC][IH]

    "MONEY!" Shazam said as he dived from under an exploding X-wing. 
    Shazam finally decided to look down at his control panel.  He shook his head at the trouble lights; he turned on the work lights.  Golden light lit the room, and Shazam reset himself in his seat.  Then he simply turned of the light again.
    "I'm coming back to work guys...  Where's the bad guys?" 
    "Come help us with the Atrus.  There's bomber's everywhere.  Looks like we've got it handled but we probably shouldn't take any chances."
    Shazam spun the fighter around and headed towards the Atrus at full speed.  Shazam loved to fly fast; he wasn't the best pilot, but he could get some speed out of his ships. 
    His targeting computer started to glow.  He looked down at the fighters.  Those arn't rebel...  He said to himself. 

Daishi silently cursed to himself as his fighter broke through the atmospheric interface and came in way too fast.

He'd barely had time to warn the forces on scene let alone punch a communication through to his otherself or his wife.

Daishi was glad he was at least able to wear his familliar Varneck Marine Combat Armor but this would be a major hinderance as well.

It was too easily recognized.

Since he and his otherself had racked up quite a few warcrimes to thier names this meant that he could be in a lot of trouble very quickly.  It also meant that any rescue attempts could find him easily.

Daishi was nearly out of time to think when he had no choice but to crash land.

The TIE Horror would not be easily replaced.

Pulling every trick he knew out of the book Daishi managed to slow the craft by turning perpindicular to the wind then turning back into the wind.

The modular warhead launchers also were not designed very aerodynamicly.  He'd lost two on reentry.

With his last moment before impact Daishi saw a forest in his path and quickly triggered every warhead dumbfired into the forest and prayed that it would make enough of a clear path for him to crash without killing himself.

The impact shook Daishi and he hit his head on some solid instrument and despite wearing armor was loosing conciousness fast.

With his last effort Daishi mashed the emergency shut off for all systems.

Slowly after some unkown amount of time Daishi began to come to.  Daishi with his limited knowladge of Emergency Feild Medicine knew he had a concussion.  His first job was to salvage what he could to survive then wait for rescue or capture, at this point it didn't much matter as neccessary medical treatmeant would be forth comming shorttly thereafter.
 
-----------------------
Kuroishi Wraith VEA
Daishi Raptor VEN
Assistant Writer Why Project Copyright Infringment
Ich bin hessliche amerikaner.
Nehmen mir zu dein frauen von vernunftig preis tugendhafte.
"And the sound of many heads hitting many solid objects was heard throughout the land." me

Daishi tried to stand and quickly fell back into his seat.  He wasn't sure if his sense of balance was that out of sorts of something was broken.  Either way he knew he wasn't going anywhere under his own power.

Daishi knew the kind of attention crash sites often drew and being a proper marine always kept a blaster rifle in the confined space of the TIE Horror's cockpit.

Daishi kept himself mentally busy be going over the status of the TIE Horror.  Thanks to what was left of the shields it didn't break up, though the port wing was gone.

All in all it was salvageble, but Daishi doubted that they'd have the opportunity.

Daishi could do nothing more then sit and wait and try and keep himself from falling asleep.
 
-----------------------
RA(U) Daishi COSOS
"If we had all knowladge then why would we seek what we already know and if we had no knowladge then how could we even ask the question?"  Plato
"Indeceant exposure is fun." Sonatina
"There are at least three sides to any situation." Me

    Shazam managed to tear his eyes away from the figher's before him to listen to the voice on the com. 
    He quickly reported in and headed towards planet as several other fighters entered the atmosphere. 
    A few of the rebel fighters from earlier detached from their groups and followed closely.  A warning beep went off, and Shazam looked around for the cause. 
    "I've got a tail, somebody watch my spot" he said.  Somebody quickly gave him a return com and took his cover co-ords. 
    Shazam smiled maliciously as the fighter closest to him sped up.  He laughed and said," Let's play a little game off cat and mouse..."
    A burst of canon fire went off and Shazam twirled; a little bit slower than usual because of his damaged solar panel.  Instead of matching his speed,  the fighter behind him slowed down and let the second speed  up.  Shazam quickly distingiused the second fighter as an b-wing.  As the s-foils unfolded out into the attack position, Shazam looked around for another dog fight.
      On the far right hand side of the his fighter a battle raged between two  Tie's and an X-wing.

    Shazam piled into the dog fight before him, drawing the fire off of himself as he sped up. 
    "Ha. Three to three." he grinned. 
    As if reading his mind, one of the ties barreled off to the side just as Shazam started firing at the X-wing.  The X-wing, alarmed by his sudden attacker, pulled up and around.  Now the other tie seemed to motion off in an odd loop. 
    Shazam throttled after the escaping X-wing and started firing.  His two other buddies had gone off and formed up on Shazam tail attackers. 
    Shazam got a quick glance at the battles below.  The Atrus seemed to be in fine shape as it manouvered against a cruiser.
    An explosion went off as one of the ties burst fire through a following X-wing.  The other X-wing seemed to find that he no longer had a team to work with and tried to escape.  The two ties made a wide turn and took their time.
    Shazam turned his attention back to the X-wing infront of him.  It seemed to follow an odd looping pattern.  It would loop and slowly barrel at the same time, then choose a random dive.  Shazam followed suit, going the opposite direction, all the while slowing down to keep the X-wing in his sights at all times. 
    Some voice was trying to get through on his com, but Shazam was to caught up in the fighter he had not heard a word. 
    Shazam focused on an acute angle, waiting for a random dive from the fighter.  Right, left, twirl, loop, barrel....  Shazam was becoming impatient when finally the X-wing dived for the area he had been waiting for. 
    He let out a burst of fire, obviously hitting something, because the X-wing started to twirl madly.  Apparently, his shields had been knocked out ahead of time.
    In a brilliant flash, the Shazam's fire reached the fuel cells and destroyed the X-wing. 
    Shazam smiled for a moment, then pushed the com button.  "Shazam of Polaris reporting in.  Anyone still out there?"
    He heard a few muffled reports, and some one saying that they were supposed to head down to the planet. 
    "Guys, we've got a cruiser that just jumped in.  Not a rebel one though.  I don't beleive so.  No insigna or anything.  Not a model I recognize either.  Group up and fly over there."
    "Alrighty..." Shazam replied.  " I'm ganna stay here and guard the planet...  So...  We need four of five people to head out to that cruiser."  Again he heard some muffled sounds that sounded like volenteers.  Shazam shrugged and returned to the planet.
    It glowed menacingly in the dark space.  All around Shazam, bolts lit the sky.  He loved it.
    BOOM-  An explosion rocked his ship, throwing Shazam into his control panel.  Another couple of blast sounded off before he even sat up.
    The cruiser they had just been talking about, was now instant oatmeal.  The com was flooded with questions. 
    "We've got seven ties down.  Somebody else just crashed into the Atrus.  Two other ties seem to have gotten a bit of a shockwave and currently have something busted on a panel."
    "Who hit that thing?" Shazam looked around bewilderd as TIE debris filtered trhough the atmosphere of the nearby planet.
    "We don't know, it just exploded.  Quite a blast range as well.  Not normal for such a small cruiser."
    "Report in guys." Shazam called into the com.  This tie he got one or two jittery voices.  His team had just been cut in half.  Ice went up his veins. 
    "What the hell!" he nailed his fist against against the control board. 
    "I need a drink."  Shazam said.  He turned his craft around and headed towards the nearest allied cruiser.  "I need to dock, and rest up a bit.  Comin' in..." 

Looking over the motley crew, JMac couldn't help but mutter a curse.  Few of the Kaph pilots had any real groundside experience, and thos ethat did had not fared very well.  They certainly couldn't count on superior numbers with half their squad lost and Polaris apparently neglecting orders and staying space-side.  Their armament was unorthodox at best.  Yes, this would be an interesting rescue.

"All right," Liquid began, "here is what is going to happen.  We are going in quietly, even with Viper giving us air support we don't have the firepower to last long in a straight out fight.  We are going to move fast and hit them before they know what is going on.  JMac, you scout ahead and find out what is goping on.  The rest of you, on me."

With that the Corellian Jedi sped off, moving at the speed of sound, but at the same time being quiet as the dead.  He might lose in a straight up fight, but there were few, if any, sentients in  the galaxy who had as good a mastery over the art of stealth. 

After a few moments, the woods that they had landed in had thinned out, giving way to gently rolling hills.  As JMac came up over the next ridge, JMac bit back a curse and dropped to his belly.  SPread out through the valley was what appeared to be a squad of hovertanks, and at the rate they were moving the way wouldn't be clear for some time. 

Pulling his comlink out of his pocket, JMac murmered softly: "Warmaker, I need a strike at the following coordinates..." 
 
-----------------------
LCM_FL_ JMac/Kaph 3-1/(=A=)(=SA=)(=MA)(=FOCE=)(MC1)

Viva el gato mojado!!!

Semper Fidelis

Lusthawk 12

    This sucked. Everyone else was out pulling their weight, and Chippy was stuck in the hanger with a busted TIE. He knew it wasn't pretty out there, and many times he had wished he was back in the hanger. But he HATED to be grounded while everyone else was in danger. Finally he couldn't take it any longer. Walking up to the deck officer, he requested to be allowed to return to the fight in a different TIE.
    "Just got this other Interceptor ready, I know you fly them usually, so you should be fine."
    "Thank you, sir. You have no idea how much I appreciate it." He spotted Shazam powering up his own TIE, and commed him. "Shazam, I need a wingman. You up for the job? The rescue party is gonna need all the fire support they can get. I normally hate atmospheric flying, and with a passion, but today I'll make an exception for it."
    The green pilot still had that glow, the kind of joy held by raw recruits who didn't realize just how awful war was. "You got it. I'm going back into God knows what.... Goody!"
    They pulled out of the hangar as a pair of Y-wings began setting up for a attack run. Chip figured the Atrus could hold it's own, but figured the least he could do was break up their formation. He lined up, leaving his HUD targeting reticule slightly infront of the lead Y-wing. "Shazam, take the second Y-wing. Don't worry about killing it, just force them to break off their attack. We don't have much time to waste here." Silently cursing himself, he didn't add "I still have to get back and prove to the rest of Viper that I'm still worth something..."
    He let a burst of cannon fire arc just infront of the lead Rebel, a pair of shoots catching the craft on the nose. The were dissipated by the shields, but they had the effect that was needed. Both Y-wings broke off their flight path and retreated. "Alright, let's go help out the guys."
    What Chippy didn't realize was that the pair of Rebels had retreated, circled arround, and fallen in behind Shazam and himself. Red bolts came at the two Imperials from the rear, taking them by suprise. His fighter was rocked by an explosion, and warning lights went off all over the cockpit. Damn, not two TIE's in one day! At this rate, he'd be demoted! "Mayday, mayday, I am SO going down!"
 
-----------------------
"The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits." -Albert Einstien

"It's not what you take when you leave this world behind you, it's what you leave behind you when you go." -Randy Travis


FM/LCRW Chipmunk Man/Viper 1-4/Phoenix/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE/(=A=)

One flight of TIE Interceptors flashed overhead, taking potshots at the 8 tanks as they went.  Their lasers managed to cook the few ground troops that were scattered about, but the tank's sheild's held.  As the Corellian watched helplessly, one of the tanks managed to react in time, cooking one of the Imperial Craft before it could get away.

Warmakers voice came over the comm, "Sithspawn JMac, we don't have the firepower to seriously hurt something like that."

"All right, so we do something else.  Are any of the Atrus's guns free at the moment."

The Dark Jedi could almost hear the laughter in his Wing Commander's voice.  "I think they could manage for a second.  You'd better get clear though, our gunners hjaven't done anything like that for awhile."

"I'm already gone," JMac replied, already sprinting away.  After clearing maybe a quarter-klick, he ran into the rest of the team, making their way towards the crashed fighter. 

"I'd get down, if I were you," JMac said to the startled pointman whom hadn't noticed his approach.  As the confused pilot stammered out a question, the sky lit up and the groud bucked.

 
-----------------------
LCM_FL_ JMac/Kaph 3-1/(=A=)(=SA=)(=MA)(=FOCE=)(MC1)

Viva el gato mojado!!!

Semper Fidelis

Lusthawk 12

Daishi chuckled to himself before he realized what the sudden bolt from the sky meant.

His rescuers had met opposition and the shadoy figures outside were not friendly.  Daishi was reasonably sure his injuries weren't messing with his vision since it appeared that they were green troops trying to sneak up on a downed pilot.

Daishi looked up at the hatch as he heard someone starting to open it.

Daishi gripped his rifle even tighter and waited for the first figure to pop into view.

A few moments later Daishi's patience was rewarded.

[OOC:  Time for school or I'd finish this post with what I have in mind, but I think I'll leave it as is.  /OOC]
 
-----------------------
Kuroishi Wraith VEA
Daishi Raptor VEN
Assistant Writer Why Project Copyright Infringment
Ich bin hessliche amerikaner.
Nehmen mir zu dein frauen von vernunftig preis tugendhafte.
"And the sound of many heads hitting many solid objects was heard throughout the land." me

(OOC: i post once and you guys go crazy! sheesh, ill try to catch up...)

The alien fighter which was LoneWolf's remained perched in the upper atmosphere reluctant to enter the fray in the skies. Normally the skillful pilot would spare no thought entering a fray in his very aerodynamic fighter however the battle in space had been costly. It seemed as if he held no recollection of what had happened all he knew was that he was still alive.
His voiced eased his hard breathing with a sharp curse and he double checked his systems.
The rare fighter managed to have a fry most of it's systems after a close encounter with an X-wing. To add to the disabilities on his list, shards of one wing now floated beside him like blood from a soldier. It was clear that LoneWolf would remain present in the cold endless grasp of space for the time being.

It wasn't like he needed a good wing to fly, thought LoneWolf. He eased up the throttle which had been switched off for a few minutes. He had watched the battle progress and saw the damage of war. He now jolted forward in his fullest speed, like a mad missile heading for doom.
If he was a rational pilot he would avoid the course he was taking, however the imperial hadn't been that person for a long time.
His fighter left a gray wispy trail of damage as he began to pierce the atmosphere. The fighter shook and rumbled as the light sky filled his vision. The heated tips and curves of his ship faded away to the color it normally was, and the imperial could spot the ground far below him as he teasingly performed a barrel roll. His fighter limped on one side, flying uneven and even turning slightly towards the damaged wing.

He checked his sensors and found rebels sprawled out over the surface. The chatter on his radio seemed to stop and the imperial was about to check when he found a lone X-wing.
The muscles on his limbs tensed up as did his grip on the controls. It appeared that the enemy hadn't spotted him for whatever reason.
The cross hairs symbolizing his targeting computer locked on and blinked lock confirmation. The expert released the warhead but was bewildered when nothing happened. Green text shot across the screen simply stating: "Warhead Malfunction." LoneWolf cursed as he saw the expected repair time, he toggled a few switches then prepared to engage with laser cannons.

The rebel craft wasn't even poised in attack mode, if LoneWolf struck fast he could take it out of the sky in a clean pass.
His fighter fired it's engines to full and the VF-4 spun at it's target.
It seemed as if the sleepy pilot finally noticed the unfriendly, and opened his S-foils. The Republic fighter vainly shifted to attack position as a stream of green streaks ripped through it.
LoneWolf laughed mechanically as his craft zipped by, a glimpse of a burning man in an orange suit bringing pleasure to his wicked ways.
Celebration was short lived as the imperial pilot noticed the rest of the squadron emerge from the clouds. The Imperial shot his fighter away from them as fast as his ship could go. He checked his sensors to find a few groups of friendly signals in the sky. "I suppose I should meet up with someone before this scum catches up to me." As he gained distance however it seemed like no pursuit fallowed. All the Dark Jedi could assume was that his fighter was faster then he remembered. He checked his sensors and decided to find someone who needed his help.
 
-----------------------
Lonewolf/Polaris 2-1/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE/(=A=)(=SA=)(=JCPA=)(=SCPA=)[SRC][VC:Ebony]

CM/DJK LoneWolf/Sith/Eagle Sect/VEDJ

"With each kill, I grow wiser, with added wisdom, I grow stronger..." -Artemis Entreri

With a nod to Liquid and all of his squadmates who weren't able to use to force for balance, JMac sped off again, pulling the force around himself like a cloak to speed his movements and deaden his noise. Before long, he came to the valley that used to hold the small squad of tanks that blocked their path.  The blackened crater that remained brought a smile to the dark man's lips, but he kept moving on, thinking that Daishi had been down far too long already.

Off in the distance, the Corellian saw bright flashes of turbolaser fire.  It wasn't directly in his path, but still, something to consider, just in case.

See anything, Liquid's voice queried in his mind.

No major resistance so far.

Good, let's keep it that way.

As he got within a few hundred meters of the downed TIE, the trees started to thicken, and the Corellian could start tohear blaster fire.  It's funny how they managed to get here so quickly, JMac thought.  After all, there shouldn't be...stang!

Rising out of the trees just a little to his left was a Rebel Garrison, with large duracrete walls, and probably hundreds of troops. 

Well, that explains it, he muttered, rapidly trying to come up with some kind of plan. 
 
-----------------------
LCM_FL_ JMac/Kaph 3-1/(=A=)(=SA=)(=MA)(=FOCE=)(MC1)

Viva el gato mojado!!!

Semper Fidelis

Lusthawk 12