So, after Jack was done dancing with his girlfriend and had a few drinks, Alexia left to go check up on her station. They said their goodbyes until next time, and Jack left for his quarters.

Along the way, Jack stopped in the docking bay. He saw the TIE Fighter he would fly for Nazgul. Once he was done in there, he made it to his quarters and fell down on his bed. He thought of all the new missions he would fly with Nazgul. After a while, he fell asleep, only to be woken by a strange noise in his cabin.

He got up, and searched the room. The noise was in his room, that was for sure. It wasn't coming from anywhere else. It was like a warning siren. And, in horror, the ship exploded around him.

Jack woke, panting, from the dream. The noise, in fact, was the chime on the door. He looked over to his mechancial right arm, which held a bottle of Corellian Ale. "Man, I didn't drink that much," Jack said to himself.

Since the door kept chiming, he opened it to reveal Alexia. "What are you doing here?" Jack asked.

"Something's happened. I can feel it. I had this dream about the ship exploding, and sirens everywhere, and-"

"Hold that thought," Jack interrupted. "I had the same dream. Something's telling me that someone we know's life is at stake. Why don't we go for a walk and find out." And together they left his cabin, to find out what was wrong.
 
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Revenge is what holds this galaxy together. Without it, the universe would be a boring place.
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Jack Nebulax, Vast Empire Imperial Navy.
FL/SCRW Jack Nebulax/Nazgul 2-1/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=)
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Jack Nebulax, Planetary Governor of Ullyr, Directorate Network (http://www.directorate.net/)
PG/MAG Jack Nebulax/Ullyr/Phare/Empyrean
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Jack "Zax" Nebulax, Commander of Nemesis Wing

Shazam awoke about eight hours later, the dance had ended about six or seven hours before, so he felt he was just a little ahead of everybody and decided to do some quick lifting, he knew a guy who had been re-assigned to the Atrus because of some kind of probation that said he could only be called 'active' in the Navy if he were held aboard a Navy ship for emergencies.  This guy called himself Josh although his real name was something more like 'Bernard' or 'Bannerd', but he could not remember at the moment and instead turned his mind to what he was going to do in his thirty hours or so of break left.  It was kind of a long night for Chip though, he was sure, considering he had helped put the place together and would need to take it back appart, although there had been very little decoration and pretty little supplies; Shazam wondered if he had any of that punch left though, it was pretty good for something Chip made.  He could remember back to the time they had used a kitchen as an ammo warehouse... 

Anyways, walking along a row of rooms, Shazam submerged himself into the mind of tactics although he was more than a day away from his breifing, he was slightly nervous.  He thought flight leader was a big step, but man, a new Squadron?  He'd also gotten some interesting looks when he brought back the squadron 'Nazgul'.  In Shazam's mind it was a legend, a myth and a soul that had never actually reached the potential of which it had been originally produced.  Being a rookie at the time, Viper had reighned supreme and Kaph and Aegis had been simple compared to them.  He was envious, not jealous, and not hateful of the 'elite' status that had grown so strong.  In time though, the Navy began to grow weaker, and the name 'Viper' was left to the dust.  Nazgul had been disbanded at the beginning of the step by step fall in the Navy.  However, with the ever declining numbers came greater and greater pilots, but they also disappeared quickly do to poor training and extremely poor circumstances.  Far too many times had Shazam been spared because of dumb luck and the person right next to him been blown away, not even a trace of them left... 

Shazam arrived at Josh's room, he knocked three times and waited at the door, pretending to scrap the plaque from his teeth.  After a few moments the door slid open about an inch and an eye peaked through the small space, twitching at first, then relaxed.  The door suddenly flew open and a tall young man with toned muscles and a sharp face stood before him.

Now, you have to understand, since Josh had been put on so called 'Probation' he'd been a bit edgy about everything; opening the door at a crack to protect himself from intruders or just to know better on an imperial stardestroyer of which he was allied with hundreds if not thousands of people on board was only the beggining. 

Shazam stepped inside to find something cooking on his little stove as well as an open bottle of the legendary 'Sun Drop' on the counter. 

"What're you burning now?" Shazam cocked his head to the side and looked around the room not noticing even the slightest change from the last time he'd been down there.  Every once in a great while it was good to have the feeling your keeping fit although your really not at all and the most workout you get is running to the hangerbay in 'emergencies'.  He'd accidently met Josh in the hanger bay when he came in from some planet because of his little incident.  More than one time there had been people brought aboard to be contained so they would cause little to no trouble in the VE; most of the time these people were held seperately and in some distant laundry room.  Josh had been walking off the ship and was extremely angry about having to come aboard a stardestoyer.  Shazam, checking up on his ship had been kind of upset when he was knocked down by the man passing him.  Never the less he got back up and started back to his ship when Josh turned around and grabbed him from behind. 

Shazam, on instinct, grabbed the mans arm and had no joy in finding he could no lift him over his shoulder to the ground, so instead popped his elbow into his side and then wrapped his leg around his own and threw him to the ground.  As soon as Josh hit the ground though his legs were in Shazam's chest and he was thrown back about six maybe seven feet.  Still airborn, Shazam twisted around in the air and managed to land himself.  Two men working on a Tie tried tackling him to the ground but were stopped in thier tracks when one of his arms almost killed the two them...  Shazam got a running start and jumped mid-air and did a kungfu kick into the guy and set him down pretty abruptly.  Josh complimented him on his fighting skills, Shazam didn't press charges and the two of them started hanging out as long as Shazam was still alive when he got back. 

Lifting weights helped him take his mind off of being on a ship and being sent away to some random battle that could get him severelly injured or dead. 

"I was just cooking up some of my famous chili, want some?" Josh had taken out two plastic bowls and two badly shappen spoons from a small drawer.  Shazam nodded to the request and went over to the bench press and took off about twenty pounds so he could do some repitition.

Starting his little workout, Shazam breathed as regularlly as possible while trying to maintain the same speed in his lifting.  Josh set down his bowl next to the bench where two full baskets of laundry were sitting.

Josh ate his chili and went back for seconds, and Shazam did three or four sets in peace and quiet.  Josh cured that though and turned up the comstation he always listened to.  "So how was that dance last night?  Heard it was all old fashioned and stuff..."

Shazam stopped and chuckled then sat up and took a spoonful of Chili and gulped it down; pretty good for Josh, he thought.  "Not too bad, somebody tried to steal my guitar but I managed to get it back.  Plus I think I mate amends with that chick I was telling you about." Shazam said and Josh nodded his head at the mention of 'the chick' and made a statement about her behind.  Again, Shazam chuckled.

"So, dude, do you ever miss the army then, or do you just hate it here?"  Josh sighed and shrugged. 

"Seriously, I don't know anymore.  It used to be like, 'Why are you taking me away, I love my job, let me do my job'," he said, making little motions with his hands to emphasize his 'weakness; Josh often called himself stronger.  "Now its like, 'I don't know why I liked it.  I got treated like crap because of that snobby little brat.  Every time I thought of that guy I would go over to the weights and start pumping away, but now I don't really think I hate him so much anymore..."  Shazam took the last spoonful of chili and gulped it down real quick.  He would go now...
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

CMDR/WO1 Shazam/Nazgul 1-1/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/1VENF/VEN (=A=) [LoM] [LSM]

Shazam always left after about ten minutes, always asked a question about 'if' or 'what'...  Not for himself, but for Josh, his leave from the Army was killing him on the inside, and he was only trying to make it better for himself on the side.  So, the young imperial pilot would make it around every once in a while, have something to eat, maybe play a quick game, or simply lift weights.  Josh lifted every day and every night, took the frustration out of being cooped up in a flying piece of tin, he said.  Shazam felt bad for the guy, reguardless of what he thought of the Navy, being away from your friends and your job can really be heartbreaking. 

Shazam decided he'd stop by the lunchroom before he went on ahead and checked the updated roster for his squadron.  Lense always worked because he was a complete insomniac and never actually knew what time it was up in space, so he slept sparringly.  Every once in a great while he could be seen taking a nap in the back of the kitchen on the counter, breathing in and out in great breaths that made things roll in front of him.  He was a good man, worked a little nonstop, but a good guy; he never seemed to lose his cool about anything either. 

"How are ya doin' today, Lense?" Shazam said, Lense seemed pretty awake for seeming so drowsy a couple of hours before.  One of these days, it would be good to know when to sleep, he thought to himself.  "I need something to grab and go, have to check the roster.  Since I got the new squadron I can't help but feel edgy.  Plus we're ganna get goin in about a day or two, so decided I'd have a stroll around the block." Lense nodded his head and went a little sideways, craning his head to the left like mynock bat, and surveying a large menu.  The little cafeteria was extremely cozy at that moment, and all was still and warm, and just...  Shazam would take a couple of trips around the stardestroyer after this. 

"How about...  Awe, how about a Shacknes?  Those are excellent in the morning, and they'll fill you up," Lense pointed out.  Shazam shrugged it off and said-

"How about cerial?  I havn't had a good bowl of cerial in about a year or two...  I know you guys only have that crappy imperial issue stuff, but I'm feelin good today." Lense chuckled and 'okayed' it, then went to a side compartment down the long hall of pantries and ovens.

"Man, theres a lot of outdated stuff here, but I think, yup, here's some Goldens, I always liked these..."  Lense brought out a golden box with some almost dotted, looking cerial.  Oh yes...  Goldies...  People always put a different suffix on them, but they were the same.  Shazam filled up a plastic bowl with them and took a plastic spoon from a dispencer.  Shazam gave Lense a wave/salute and headed out the door.

To the Bridge, he thought to himself, exiting the Cafeteria door and taking a stroll down to the lifts.  Tasting the brandname cerial, Shazam lavished the tasted that had so long ago annoyed him because of  exceptional overuse... 

As the lift doors opened, Shazam was struck with a face of pure awe.  An absolutely beautiful woman, black hair, olive skin, a sharp featured face with long eyelashed that brought out the black glowing orbs she had for eyes, and one hell of a body that had been slipped into a military issue bridge uniform.  She was leaning up against the back wall of the lift, looking up at the floor numbers then glanced down at him.  Such incredible hotness could not be remembered in Shazam's head, so stuffing she was, Shazam could not move.  That is until the doors started to close and reflexes took over, throwing him in between the doors and crashing him against the wall that the young lady had been leaning against. 

"Whoa, heh," she giggled very girlishly, as she stepped back and let Shazam hit the wall at full speed.  Shazam fell to the ground but was up in a second, its alright, I'll make that one up, he thought to himself.  Since she had already said something Shazam went on ahead and tried to be chivilrous...

"Excuse me, I just kind of blanked out there, you okay?"  He said, she nodded and held her little folder that Shazam had just now noticed, she must have been holding it behind her, in front of her, crossing her arms around it.  Shazam leaned in and was about to push the button that went to the bridge floor, but it had already been selected, so he shyed on back to his corner...  The lift resumed its climb and Shazam clung to the wall as if he was going to be sucked away; this was the single hottest women Shazam had ever seen, the hottest of hot, hotter than Coco...  He must have her...  But how?  She's so...  Hot.  Shazam, still clutching the wall, sat there admiring her, she was perfectly curving and her mid-section was absurd in its perfection.  My god, Shazam was stuck in absolute admiration of a single human being, it was beyond him why he didn't say anything to her, maybe he was afraid, either way, talking to her seemed to be like an instant death.  Thy shall not taint the hotness.  My god...

The lift finally reached its destination, no, too soon, had it only been twenty seconds?  The door opened and the woman walked out, Shazam almost sunk back to the ground as the hips moved ba...  He shook his head to rouse himself from the instant trance the woman had put upon him.  He exited the lift as well.

His eyes followed her until she was out of site behind some console talking to someone, at which time Shazam went on ahead and went to a display that showed the current squadrons.  Shazam had to scroll down a page in order to find his own squadron.  He smiled proudly at seeing his name at the top but then looked down the list to find some very unfamilier names...  Well, they were familier, but he just hadn't recognized them.  Dirk, he had met earlier on when the Squadron first came around, and was told he would be in with him, so that should be good, he thought.  Judith, didn't put a name with a face on that one, Shazam would have to go around and meet some of his pilots, he noted.  Jack was sitting in the Flight 2 lead spot while Owoemana was sitting under him comfortably.  Shazam had heard a little bit about the pilot and hoped he would be able to get right into the battles although he was fresh from the Academy.  Laguna, Shazam also recognized, and had actually met, so this would be a familier member...  Shazam hadn't realized how quickly he'd run though it all in his mind, but it was good to know the names...  He would need to appoint a new flight leader soon...

Shazam was again cut off in mind though by the image of the young women from before, this time she stopped and said, "Hi" and stepped infront of him to the console to change something in the order on another squadron.  She was leaning over, perfect in every essence...

(This is fun to write.)
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

CMDR/WO1 Shazam/Nazgul 1-1/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/1VENF/VEN (=A=) [LoM] [LSM]

"How you doin?" came the nostalgic reply from the young bridge girls whose clothing seemed to be extremely revealing for an imperial uniform.  Shazam found himself at a complete loss for words, not being able to tell exactly what her disgust was, so he said-

"Ye-yes," She was too hot for him, he should have known better, but Shazam sat in quiet interest as she began to giggle at the stupid question.  She smiled gently but charismatically and continued to enter her information into the display.

"Well, I'm very good.  It appears your busy so," Shazam said trying to save himself the embarrassment.  He began to step away, but a firm arm with a gentle gripped stopped him in his tracks. 

"My names Terra," her head still looking down at the display, an ironic look on her face as she entered the information with her left hand; Shazam had begun leaning against the railing next to the screen.  What now?  Oh yea&

"My names Shazam," he said, putting his hand through his hair like an idiot. 

She nodded her head and said," I know." She held up a data pad with his picture and ID next to it.  "I wouldn't have come over here if I didn't.  So are you following me?" She said abruptly, turning casually but with sharp precise execution.

Shazam paused for a moment, surprised by the question and aw struck by the immense beauty she seemed to radically grasp.  "No," he said, but then he narrowed his eyes with a question of his own.  "Did you come over here just to talk to me?" his eyebrows raised a bit. 

Terra nodded and then started shaking her head back and forth: yes and no.  So she actually had work to do, but she was curious, he liked this girl, but she seemed to be way out of his league; she was talking to him though, so that was cool.  That was fine, Shazam continued on with his own explanation of why he was actually there though," I was just coming to figure out exactly who's in my squadron."

"Yea, you re-opened it.  Bold." She had now turned back to her little console and started typing away about something.  Shazam felt bold, so he decided to make an critical move&  He put his hand on her shoulder and slowly turned her, without a threatening grip and more commandingly than anything, as if she had no real choice.  "Yep, I suppose it was, but now I'm talking to you."

He had regained her attention without alerting her: all was well.  "Yea, I suppose you are, but now I have to go back to work, so let me just leave you with my name, I'm sure you'll know where to find me," she said pleasently.  Shut down.  She stood up straight, allowing her blouse to settle out a little and she strode away from Shazam briskly&  Shazam was kind of lost really, but shrugged it off and looked upon his recent conversation as an accomplishment. 

Now that he was done chatting with this 'Terra', his eyes had followed her all the way back her to station, he actually had a goal in mind for what he was supposed to be doing.

Pulling out a data pad, Shazam unhooked a small chord from the back that unwrapped around a small hold.  The end of the chord had a rectangular metal connect at the end that hooked into audio and video ports that aloud the pad to upload and download information.  Of course, it's not so easy in an Imperial Star Destroyer, so passwords were found around every corner, and Shazam was currently able to draw and input such information into certain devices, so he entered his password and id into the pad into the computer that was hidden somewhere within the wall, and the black background that had turned black suddenly revealed all of the information on his Squadron and its members and Shazam did a quick upload.

Shazam wasn't actually done yet though, his upload was only the beginning of his original plan; its good to be informed but even better to know the people you'll be informed about.  Being a family man, or at least wishing he could have been, Shazam decided his members should meet, or they would only know each other in the briefings which was never quite the same. 

Now, with the data pad still plugged in, he used the terminal to write a message inviting the members of Nazgul to 'a dinner'.

*****

Speaking with Lense,  Shazam put out an invitation to everyone about his 'pasta' dinner.  Nothing like a good old pasta dinner, he thought to himself, gives you energy, creates awareness, and people mingling does promote some kind of significant interaction. 

Shazam paid Lense for the supplies and set a dinner for eight; people who wanted food from the cafeteria would have to wait a half an hour while everyone ate.  He felt really tired but could feel how awake he was, so he allowed himself to create a mass supper for everyone in his Squadron, what could be better?

The time had been set for later that evening, about fifteen hours until their briefing the following day.  This would be something more or less 'friendly' in nature, but also a serious event, it would help him to understand his squadron, it's taste, it's boundaries, and even its character, all of which were important on commanding such a squadron.

No speeches, he told himself, he didn't know if he was good at them yet, so he would avoid it at all cost.  In the message it said to come in comfortable but presentable clothing, so Shazam just wore his Naval Dress Uniform which consisted of knee high leather boots, a black belt with a silver buckle, black trouser tucked into the boots, and the charcoal grey bolero.  Slightly ridiculous, he always thought, but proper for the occasion, Shazam made sure to add some of the ribbons he'd recently been awarded with, having some trouble at first he ended up having to take the top off again just to get them on.  While Shazam was fumbling with the thing he heard a knock at the door; Shazam went to the door and allowed it for access.  The white door suddenly sprang up and Jack walked in with a similar outfit.  "What are we eating again?  I'm starving."

Shazam grinned and threw on his now completely accessorized jacket and said," Well, there should be a pretty good assortment of pasta so you should be satisfied man."  Jack seemed to be content with this answer and tried to find a place to wait while Shazam completed his dressing, well, tying his boots up anyways.  Jack leaned against the plain white wall and looked around the small room, he'd only been in there maybe once or twice.  A guitar sat in the corner and the small cot like bed to his left side, the customary white bedding had been torn off and only the covers remained; dark blue sleeping back material, without the zipper of course, was sitting there instead, laid flat out against the bed.  About a foot from the bed was a high-powered fan that looked like it could bring the place down to about five below.

"What the devil," Jack kind of smirked and started chuckling loudly.  On Shazam's bed was a silk teddy bear, he used it for a pillow, but Jack didn't know that.  Shazam turned around, spotted the little thing and threw it under his bed where it was still very visible, but it relieved him slightly; Jack continued to giggle mischievously. 

"I'm done here, lets get goin," Shazam said, he wasn't agitated, just edgy.  He reminded himself though, he had nothing to be afraid of, it was them who would have to be extremely superior tonight. 

Shazam opened the white door once again, this time exiting, Jack followed, the two of them walking as tall as possible walked to the cafeteria.  They had to go up the elevator, down a hall, take a left, then a right to actually get there, but it seemed they'd only walked down the hall and Lense' door had only taken a few seconds to reach.  As they entered the door, the five table had not been moved, one in the far left hand corner, one right at the entrance, a slightly larger square table sat in the center, and two other circular table filled around it. 

Jack had mysteriously disappeared to the lunch line, a fierce hunger had taken over him and his appetite had suddenly become monstrous.  "No eating until I say," Shazam warned to the eager XO of Nazgul Squadron.  Shazam didn't really need to make any adjustments to the tables or chairs, silverware and plates had already been set on all the tables, there were no assigned spots. 

Shazam designated himself in front of the door; his slightly curly dirty blonde hair was left untamed as always, forming its own shape.  Just as he assumed, everyone would be early though, coming in one at a time. 

Jack had taken his spot next to him as the first person walked in, who just so happened to be a women.  Shazam welcomed her and said to her," I'm WO1 Shazam, this is Jack Nebulax."  She nodded curtly and said in return-

"I'm Judith," said the young lady, and shook both of the mens' hands. 

"And I'm Art," said a foreign voice from behind Judith, "Sorry I'm late guys, been a while Shazam."

"Yea it has, heh," Shazam said, grabbing Art's hand and giving it a good shake, then Art did the same for Jack and went to Jack's side, Judith went to his side.  Good, Shazam thought. 

The next to come in was Owoemana, he walked down the line, introducing himself as the other person would introduce him or herself, each of them very friendly.  This was a better system than Shazam could have imagined; Owoemana stepped in behind Judith.  Next was a sulusten with a droid, he introduced himself as Dirk and made his way down the line; they would have some variety, Shazam thought to himself.  As he took his place next to Owoemana, the final member of Nazgul, walked through the door. 

Shazam and Laguna had met, Jack had seen him around, so all seemed to be well, and Laguna introduced himself to the rest of the crew and stood next to Dirk.  Everyone was here.  Shazam glanced at Jack, who glanced at Art, and Shazam strode to the center of the room, standing in front of the large square table; Lense was looking on from the buffet&

"Please, take a seat." Shazam gestured to the seats all around him then continued on," Well, there really isn't a need for a speech, so I'll just give you my guidelines, what you must know in order to survive this squadron under my command."  His eyes had become livid and turned to a dark blue, the group of pilots suddenly became deathly silent.  Excellent, Shazam thought, this isn't a speech, I can do this.

"First off, Jack is my XO, treat him as if you'd be directing yourself to me.  Do not attempt to undermine anyone in this group.  There is no need, act like a family and you will fly like you have never been aloud because of the constraints of 'chemistry'.  If you're a group, you trust each other, you fly together, I've got not problem from you and I can ask little more."  He paused for a moment, taking a glance at everyone in the room.  "Number two, besides treating everyone with the utmost respect, remember that you are carrying the name of this Squadron at all times, the single slightest discrepancy can offset the type of reputation we're trying to achieve here.  The goal of this squadron is to achieve the goals of the Vast Empire, but that does not mean we can not be respected within that group, so I ask of you, please&  Conduct yourselves with the utmost certainty in all of your actions."  Shazam looked gravely upon his young pilots, they were mostly fresh from the academy with some minor experience in flying for other factions.  "I can only say one more thing to you, and that is to warn you.  This is a dangerous job, you are putting yourselves in harms way, things will surprise you, guaranteed.  You must keep your cool when things seem to go wrong, this is a group and we're are always there for each other.  We are a team."  All the pilots remained motionless, Jack seemed to look pretty sharp at the mention of the possible danger. 

"Now then&  Lets eat!"  a couple of shouts erupted in the dull silence and everyone rushed to the food without further delay; Jack had even been broken from the trance and managed to sprint to the front of the line before anyone arrived.  Lense was smiling wickedly at the instant attack on his food, must be good, he thought. 

(Feel free to have your own conversations, I'm ganna post again and end it in my next post I think.)

 
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*Flash Was Here...*

CMDR/WO1 Shazam/Nazgul 1-1/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/1VENF/VEN (=A=) [LoM] [LSM]

(See, that isn't so hard...  Well done Jack.)

Well then, party on, Shazam thought to himself.  Random people seemed to be appearing out of no where, which really wan't a concern of Shazam's now that everyone seemed to be served and he'd gone through his 'speech-that-wasn't'.  Shazam was full now that he'd been served a full meal, so he would wait a couple of minutes before he announced some festivities.

Josh, the man who lived in the laundry room and lifted weights to ease his pain, appeared beside him, where Jack had been sitting before he had taken off to see his lady friend.

"Congrats Squadron Commander," he said, a grin from ear to ear, he took Shazakm's hand and shook it vigourously.  The Nazgul man seemed to be content as well and guestured around the room.

"Pretty good turn-out I'd say.  A few rogues here and there, but mostly what I was hoping to accomplish." Shazam said, returning to his plate to try and eat a few more things before he felt vommiting was necessary; Lense had cooked too well.

"Yea, well, we'll see how happy they are once you get the dart board out..."  Shazam chuckled and glanced under the table to make sure his 'festivities' were all there.  Nothing like playing good old fashion darts, although he knew better than to use real darts around his trigger happy company. 

Laguna was sitting about two feet away mixing salt with some table spices and pouring them into his drink, oh he'd better not, Shazam thought to himself.  He looked away and shook his head when an uproar of laughter suddenly exploded next to him.  Judith seemed content watching at first, so Shazam said nothing and let her carry on, and Owoemana was laughing pretty good about Laguna's sudden inability to stop coughing... 

Shazam glanced over at Lense who was serving the last dish and getting ready to prep the cleaning facilities behind him.  The new squadron commander finally decided to put up the dart board after he had told Jack to finish his supper.  Alexia, she seemed nice, he thought to himself as his XO came back a little more pleasent. 

Green curving rectangles quadrants surrounded the center of the board, smaller red squares settles around that; it was a game of skill that had Shazam had aquired while associated with Josh.  Setting the magnetic pads against the steal covered corners of the room, Shazam pulled out three plastic tipped darts from the leather bag he'd pulled out from under the table. 

Everyone seemed to be standing now, huddles in groups of two or three, talking amounst themselves, so Shazam began a duel with his freind. 

Shazam held the dart nimbly in his fingers and held his hand still for a moment, then swished it around in the air for a moment, balanced out once again and then pulled back and let loose.  It was airborn for about half a second before it met with full force into the cushioned material that grabbed onto it by letting it break through.  Green...  Damn.  Shazam aimed carefully now, and did again with the green.  Josh is ganna be on me for that, so I'd better...

"Man, your about as bad as my sister..." Lense said now walking towards him, snickering at Shazam's slight misfortune.  Shazam shook his head boldly and backed up a little.  Now, he prettended to dig his foot into some sand then held out his arm as to aim and let forth a might toss that would go down in the history books as! Red...  Crap. 

Josh stepped up as Shazam walked down the path of disgrace to go retrieve his darts from the cushy substance on the dart board.  As soon as Shazam pulled the pointed plastic heads out, the comfortable substance molded the hold out so it seemed as if it was never there. 

"Your sister?  You have a sister?," Shazam said, his head no longer bowed in shame.  "Is she..."

"Shut-up man, I'll break your hands and you'll never play that guitar again," he said protectivelly.  Shazam attempted to stare him down...

"Oooh, how bout that?  Blue, the only color you've never managed to hit...  Intriguing." Josh said with a proud sly remmark as his dart hit center the board his first try. 

"But its my favorite color, I must have hit it once..."  Shazam tried to say as Josh threw yet another bullseye, almost coliding with his first dart. 

"Now, Tara can not do that," Lense said, commenting childishly.  Tara...  The name sounded familier...  Didn't it?

"I've got deserts!"  Came a 'familier' voice from the kitchen.

"That reminds me, she was supposed to help me out today, you havn't met her I don't think..." Lense said, and started through a couple of people to make his way to his sister.  Shazam poked his head around Jack and Laguna to see a pretty young woman in a black blouse and a white blouse...  Holy crap, it's the one chick, he thought.

He suddenly ducked down and hid himself behind Josh as he threw his last...
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

CMDR/WO1 Shazam/Nazgul 1-1/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/1VENF/VEN (=A=) [LoM] [LSM]

"Oh, about six months," Jack responded to Dirk's question in Basic. "Pretty odd how I'm already an XO of a squadron. So, what's for desert?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, what is it? I'm starved," Laguna said.

"Oh, it's a mix," the voice who had eariler cried out "desert" said.

"A mix of what?" Judith asked.

"Well," the hot woman serving desert began, "I thought it was appropiate to serve dishes from all the planets where you all were raised," she said honestly.

"Man!" Jack exclaimed. "Good old fasioned Auroran Banana Cake! It's my favorite! Haven't seen this good stuff in about a year! How'd you find out this recipe?" Jack asked the women serving everyone's favorite desert.

"Oh, I got it from a friend of yours, Jack," she replied.

"Who?" Jack asked, his face full of cake.

"Your brother, Jake."

Jack was amazed. His brother? Before he could reply, his comm unit beeped. He looked down. "Sorry, guys," Jack said to his squadronmates, "A little trouble. Got to go get something now."

"Okay, Jack. See you later," Shazam said as Jack rushed out of the room.

Before Jack was out of sight, he heard Dirk go, "Wow! This cake is good!"
 
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Revenge is what holds this galaxy together. Without it, the universe would be a boring place.
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Jack Nebulax, Vast Empire Imperial Navy.
FL/SCRW Jack Nebulax/Nazgul 2-1/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=)
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Jack Nebulax, Planetary Governor of Ullyr, Directorate Network (http://www.directorate.net/)
PG/MAG Jack Nebulax/Ullyr/Phare/Empyrean
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Jack "Zax" Nebulax, Commander of Nemesis Wing

    Kaminari stopped outside the private cafeteria when he heard the sounds of a party. He put his head up to the window and saw the dinner settings and large buffet, and the people milling around inside. For a moment, he considered sneaking in, but decided against it - there weren't enough people for him to blend in quickly, and he suspected that if it was an open function, they wouldn't have shut the doors. He shrugged and made his way down the hall, to the NCO's mess.
    The room was grungy, or at least as grungy as an Imperial starship could be. It seemed that the lights were intentionally dimmed, giving the feel of a small cantina on some backwater planet. The smell of the oil on the crewmens' jumpsuits was thick in the air. The buzz of conversation filled the room, punctuated by occasional outbursts of laughter. The mechanics were gathered in tables of four or five around the room; after spending all day together in the docking bays, it seemed only natural for them to spend their leisure time together.
    Tonight, the theme seemed to be making catcalls and loudmouthed remarks at the waitresses. Kaminari still hung out with the technical crews a lot, having come up through the ranks as a starship mechanic, and never stopped being amazed at how often they got themselves into trouble for shooting their mouths off. He went up to the bar and waved for a lomin-ale, shaking his head.
    Since going through pilot school, Kaminari had started to drift away from the mechanic's crowd. He had a few friends left in the bays, but now that he wasn't working a spanner anymore he had become distant. Women were an especially big issue; Kaminari had never felt that hooting and catcalling was appropriate, which had set him apart from the rest of the group.
    For the time being, Kaminari kept to himself, leaning up against the bar with a couple of his friends. "Yo, Jax, what's going on?" He sipped the lomin-ale, letting the bitterness numb his mouth before swallowing.
    "Not much, son." Jax was the lead freighter mechanic aboard the Atrus, a man with more years inside service panels than Kaminari had fingers and toes. They'd worked together on Cepany before Kaminari's fighter training, and the pilot had been pleased to find his old friend aboard ship. "Had a little scare with a bad power coupling aboard one of the assault transports, those stormies almost pissed themselves when it started sparking." He laughed. "How about you? Still getting vacuum under your wings?"
    "Yeah... oh, and tell the guys on starfighter duty that I'm sorry about the carbon scoring on the hull of my TIE. Flying through plasma fires is fun, but it's hard on the vehicles." Kaminari grinned and took another mouthful of his drink.
    Jax laughed. "Even if you're just shooting targeting drones? I don't think you got here early enough to be part of the action in the Core. Man, we pulled a lot of overtime then." A Corellian whiskey seemed to appear on the bar beside Jax, and the older man drank half of it with a slight cough.
    The two kept talking for a while about the usual nothing. Finally, the smell of the grease and alcohol began to bother Kaminari. He waved goodbye to Jax and headed back to his quarters for the night, hoping that he wouldn't wake up with a pounding headache like the last time he drank with the old man.
 
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FM/CRW Kaminari/Kaph 2-4/Wing I/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=A=)

(Thanks Shazam... had some good mentors. XD Here, back to you.)

    An hour and two lomin-ale later, Kaminari was on his way out of the mechanic's lounge. Things seemed to be slowing down for the night aboard ship, and a wiser mind would have decided that it was time to sleep before morning patrol. Thankfully, he had never claimed to be wise.
    Wandering down the halls to the pilot's barracks, Kaminari stops as he approaches the private dining room again. The door was open, so the party seemed to be over... maybe he could hit up one of the cooks for some of the leftovers. Those private functions tended to be catered pretty well, and there was almost always too much food left over.
    Stepping into the room, Kaminari saw the man and woman sitting at the table together, and was slightly surprised to hear the sounds of water and wild screaming coming from the kitchen. Looks like the galley staff had gotten into the grog again. He could still smell the leftover pasta, but the woman sitting at the table caught his eye - she was stunning. Curteousy prevailed, since she was already with another man, but she was definitely enough to put strange thoughts into his alcohol-fogged mind.
    Shaking his head, Kaminari made his way over to the kitchen window. One of the waitresses was there. "Got anything left?" A minute later, she came back with a plate of spaghetti and meat sauce. "Thanks." He left a tip on the counter and proceeded to a table, letting the steam and smell of the food waft over his face. No wonder he was so hungry - he forgot to eat after he got off his watch, three hours ago.
    As he sat down, Kaminari caught a glimpse of the kitchen through the door. After spotting the insanity with the head chef and the dishwasher, he just shook his head - nothing on this ship would surprise him anymore.
 
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FM/CRW Kaminari/Kaph 2-4/Wing I/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=A=)

(I'm not sure if we should be doing this, but might as well have a little Nazgul action.)

Jack had just got into the docking bay when he saw his squadronmates jump into their TIE Fighters. Jack jumped into his, put on his flight suit, and prepared for go.

"Where were you, Jack?" Shazam asked as Jack got his systems online.

"Had to prepare for this flight," Jack replied.

"How did you know about this flight?" Laguna asked.

"I just had a feeling about it, I guess," Jack replied.

Once the pre-flight countdown was over, the small group known as Nazgul Squadron rocketed out of the docking bay.

"Flight Two," Jack began, "form up. Prepare for sector patrol. If anyone gets any enemy data on their screens, broadcast it to me and Shazam."

Jack heard an "affirmative" from everyone in his flight as they did a few twist and turns around the destroyer.

At the same time, Shazam switched over to a private comm channel with Jack. "So what do you think of these guys?" Shazam asked.

"I can tell they want action. Maybe if we have a few catured Rebel fighters, we could stick droids in them and launch them out here. You know, some target practice," Jack responded to his commander.

"Yeah, if they want action, we should buy a few Z-95s and send them out here for a little targeting skills," Shazam said.

"I can tell Dirk and Laguna want some action, but I don't know about the rest," Jack stated.

"Well, in time, we'll all want action, and that's what we'll get," Shazam replied.
 
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Revenge is what holds this galaxy together. Without it, the universe would be a boring place.
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Jack Nebulax, Vast Empire Imperial Navy.
FL/SCRW Jack Nebulax/Nazgul 2-1/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=)
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Jack Nebulax, Planetary Governor of Ullyr, Directorate Network (http://www.directorate.net/)
PG/MAG Jack Nebulax/Ullyr/Phare/Empyrean
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Jack "Zax" Nebulax, Commander of Nemesis Wing

  Laguna guided his fighter into the hanger, just after Judith had landed hers.  He rotated around, and set the fighter down into the alotted position that it was in before.  He jumped out of the black starfighter, and climbed down to the ground.

  "Wow, that's not what I was hoping for," he said emotionless

  Shazam laughed.  "Were you hoping for a little trouble," he said as they walked out of the hanger.

  "Well," Laguna looked down , "I'm just anxious to start flying again.  After CorSec, I haven't done much.  Those simulations that we ran when I was in training was the most action that I have seen in months.  You know what I mean, I am excited."

  "Yea, I get where you are coming from," said Shazam as they walked into the barracks.

    The red and white R2 astromech droid in the corner whistled in a high tone.

    "Fonz, come on, you know that I can't fly with you anymore," Laguna said sadly.  The droid let out a low tone, and then beeped up and hissed.  "Oh, mouthing off Fonz, I'll let that one go, but from now on, you are just gonna be hangin around here for a while.  The droid did nothing for a moment, then let out something that sounded like it was complying with what Laguna had just said.  Shazam gave Laguna a funny look.

    "That your personal droid," he asked Laguna.
    "Yea, Fonz has been in the family for a long time.  He was in CorSec with me, and flew every single mission with me.  He has records of almost everything I have ever done."
    "Kickin," replied Shazam.

    Lauguna rubbed something under his black shirt that was under his flight suit.  He pulled out a necklace with something silver on the end.

    "This was my dad's, he used it for good luck when he was in CorSec with me.  I recovered it after he was killed in one of our mission," he hung his head low.  "God, I miss that man,"

    Shazam walked over to the fridge, grabbed two drinks, and tossed one to Laguna.  They popped tem open, and started drinking them at the same time. The two of them sat down at the table, and started playing one of their many card games.  They had become real friends, which Laguna thought would never happen.

        Man, I thought this would never happen
 
 
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Laguna Loire
Vast Empire Navy
FM/LCRW Laguna/Nazgul 2-3/Wing I/mSSD Atrus/VEN/VE
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Ex-soldier turned journalist, Laguna is a strong willed man with amazing energy. His compassion for the unfortunate drivers him to help the weak and bring down their oppressors.

      Chipmunk tore into the maintenence hangar, which was closer to his quarters, with an insane rage. He had been rudely awakened from an awsome dream by the claxons. He hated those damned noisy things. He dreamed so rarely, let alone about a girl that pretty. She hadn't been a knock-out bombshell, but Chip actually kind of liked the girls who were just pretty better than the super models. And it had been such a realistic dream, too. They were line-dancing to country music, which Chip had just been learning to do. Such fun. She had been 5'4", with such a pretty little upturned nose and straight, brown hair...

      Damned Rebels! They always had to screw up everything in his life! He roared for the maintenence chief. "Give me something that flies! I don't care what, so long as it has guns!"

      "Sir, we haven't got anything for your squadron in here. If you go to the main hang..."

      Chip pointed to an Interceptor in the back. "Does it fly?"

      "Err, well, yes..."

      "Does it shoot?"

      "...Yes..."

      "It's mine." Chip strapped himself into the seat while the hatch was bolted down. Ooh, goody. Chip did like Interceptors. There weren't any missiles, apperntly that was why it was in for maintenence, but everything else was fine. He powered up and ran his preflight. The deck officer gave him clearance to go. Once he was clear, he switched to the main channel. "Kaph 3-1 reporting and seaking orders. Please note a preference for killing things." Chip switched on his threat display and found that none of his flight members had launched yet. ah well, he'd just go solo for a little while.

      "Kaph 3-1, this is command. Remain in proximity to the capital ships and eliminate enemy Y-wings."

      "Roger command. Engaging now. Please forward an order to join me to the rest of my flight upon their arrival."

      "Roger. Command out."
 
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FL/WO2 Chipmunk Man/Kaph 3-1/Phoenix/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE/(=A=)(=SA=)[LoC][MC:1][LSM][MC:1]

Explorer Post 1863 photos - - Explorer Post 1863 Main Site - - Co. D 62nd PA Volunteer Infantry

Co. E 30th PA Volunteer Infantry - - James Buchanan's Wheatland

"They make the weather, then they stand in the rain and say "s**t, it's rainin'!" -Ruby Tues in Cold Mountain

When the claxon's went off Dirk was sitting quietly in quaters, a mug of hot chocolate in one hand, a datapad in the other. He was currently reading a scientific journal entitled Recent Advnaces in Modern Ion Drive Technology Although now isolated from the scientific community he still had his access codes and could look up any published journals.

He took one more sip of hot chocolate and placed it down beside himself and threw the datapad back down to his bed.

"Nazgul Suqadron prep for launch!" chirped his comm unit. He sighed, and headed off to suit up. He wasn't feeling particularly confident about this.  Flying around in a starship that fell apart if you so much as breathed on it, was not his idea of fun. The thing didn't even have any way for a pilot to eject, such was imperial doctrine. Off the shelf fighters and overwhelming numbers was the order of the day, the fact that an individual pilot was weak on his own and strong in numbers had been drilled into him though his time at the academy. Then again now the empire was just a remnant things would have to change, the grand academy of old was no more.



Suited up he jogged to catch up with the rest of nazgul as they headed to the fighter bay. L06 hummed furiously as it bobbed along behind the black-clad group.

A tech pointed them towards a group of tie interceptors.

"Durab ban?" Dirk asked. What gives el'osix translated.

"We've been allowed interceptors or our own fighters for this one, neat eh?" Laguna said. Dirk wasn't so sure. Tie fighters came pretty much off the rack and he didn't really trust the maintanence guys to do the prep for him. Having worked with Sorosuub's starship division, in the laser weapons and propulsion team, he knew most of the workings of a starfighter and had spent a great deal of his time checking over his own Tie/ln and making personal adjustmants. And now all that was to waste. Oh well, he thought, the interceptor was superior.

Nazgul launched as a group of interceptors and those with their own ships launched one at a time. They quickly met and formed up.

"This is control, we have the Y-wings in sight. They are moving for the Overlord and have cover from several X-wings,"

"Ok boys, accelarate to attack speed, lets make this quick and clean," Shazam said.

"Hey look, those A-wings are making a run on the Devastator!" Jack said.

"Ignore them, typical alliance trick they're just trying to distract us, lets go!"
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FM/CR Dirk Muab/Nazgul 1-3/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE