JMac was pleased to find that his "borrowed" gunboat was loaded with heavy rockets.  Three flight had not had much luck with finding a weakpoint, so they were trying to do it the hard way. JMac locked his targeting rectile over the Star Destroyer's engine genorator.  As soon as his box turned red he was firing.  Fallen and Kain's proton torpedos and my rockets slammed into it, vaporizing the armor and slamming into the power generators.  The power generators exploded, starting a chain reaction of explosions ripping across the ship.  It was soon drifting in space.  The Artrus opened up with its heavy turbolasers and turned it into space scrap. "Oh yeah," JMac shouted, "that's what happens when you mess with the Vast Empire!" "Great work three flight," Kain said, "now let's go help finish the rest of them off." They turned and shot towards The rest of their squadron and some more enemy pilots were about to die.   
 
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FM/LCRW JMac/Aegis 3-4/Aegis 12/(=A=)
"He who can still laugh can still survive."
"Ye though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, for I am the meanest SOB ever to walk the valley.      ~Vietnam Creedo

OOC: Are there any more ships to finish off to prevent collison with Atrus? Fallen whipped his TIE around a TIE phantom, tight on its tail. Once on set, he locked his targetting monitor and released a couple of laser bolts. The phantom turn into crap within momments. 'Yeeeeaha! Another fighter down!' 'Good job, keep them on their toes.' Fallen was already on the chase with another TIE phantom when it disappeared. Fallen swore so badly that Kain had to remind him about manners. 'Yeah, sorry. Was just sure so pissed to let that get away from me.'
 
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[Navy - Fallen] FM/WO2 Fallen/Aegis 3-3/1/mSSD Atrus/1ESF/VE/VEN/(=A=)
[Army - Raxen] ETRP/CPL Raxen/1SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE

'Long Live the Vast Empire. And my TIE Bomber.'

Aegis flew around the artrus fallowing Tarkins orders. Kain was glad taht the battle was over and as soon as Viper got back to do their job they could go take some rest. Kain's mind wondered off with the stars then he sudenly remebered the Data Disk LoneWolf took form the star destroyer. He thumbed his comm to Lone, "He LW have you bothered to anaylise that disk in your tie or are you waiting to get back on the artrus to debug it?" LoneWolf came back a little slow, "Well i was also going to anaylise the logs of of that shuttle i used to chase down DarkHawk find out more exactly where he might've went. But i guess i could do the star destroyer first then have a droid do the other one why do you ask?" "just thinking the technologies we faced might be on there that way we could find out a way to mass product them. Well who knows; So you wanna find out where DarkHawk went huh? well if theres one thing i know i bet you Riel's with him for sure." Kain finished. "I was thinking the same." LoneWolf replied. Viper showed up on the radar finally and kain gave the order to return home. LoneWolf docked His Tie and inspected it quickly to see the damage that was done to his tie, he found several blast marks and even holes on his solar panels left by an enemy tie. "Im going to need a new fighter." Lone said to himself. Leaving what he saw to be repaired he went to his quarters to anaylise his two sets of Data but which one first he could find out where his other friends with and even help them or he could anaylise the data from the star destroyer to find and other threat to the Vast Empire from the NI. "Man I hope the one i do is worth it maybe i should give one of the disk to someone else to see which one will be more important after were both done?" LoneWolf said to himself, "I guess i'll find out soon enough" (OOC: Well i guess theres plenty of chances here to continue the navy's story there just need someone to point out the direction, keep up the great posting aegis!)   ----------------------- "Death is nothing to fear it is only a part of what life will go through dont fear it but embrace it for there will never be an escaping of it" "If we have no dreams to pursue then what are we doing in life" - Me "Creativity is not a blessing but only a disease it will infect more people it is presented to" -Me Aegis 1-2 Silver recruitment comendation The Best pilot for the entire VEN Fleet

JMac eased his gunboat into the Artrus's hanger bay and set it down.  His vision was beginning to blur and his ribs were still killing him.  Still, he was happy.  He had disabled a Mimica that the Vast Empire could use for their research.  He had helped his friends win the day.  He needed to get to the medical quarters soon though, or they would have to carry him there. JMac climbed out of the ship and started walking out of the hanger bay. "Lower Crewman JMac," a voice from behind him asked. "Yes," JMac replied. "You'll have to come with us." JMac said no more as he collapsed onto the deck.
 
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FM/LCRW JMac/Aegis 3-4/Aegis 12/(=A=)
"He who can still laugh can still survive."
"Ye though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, for I am the meanest SOB ever to walk the valley.      ~Vietnam Creedo

Tarkin quickly dropped his glass and ran out the door with the rest of the Viper pilots. They ran into the docking bay and saw many pilots hurrying into their fighters. Tarkin got into his TIE Interceptor and was ready to launch. "Ok Viper's. We all here? Were going to need all three flights." Said Piett. "Flight one is here." Said Tarkin. "Flight two is here." Said Denethor. "As are we." Said Corran. Piett nodded. "Ok.  Viper's away!" Said Tarkin. The Viper squadron left first and headed for the Super Star Destroyer. Aegis then Nazgul Squadrons launched. "Finally! Pilots as skilled as we are!" Said Emon. "Hehe, yeah." Replied Tarkin. The Viper Squadron were at full throttle as they came to the SSD.  Suddenly, fighters were emerging out. TIE Defenders.  "Ok Vipers! Here we go!"  Said Tarkin. "Aegis squadron, we have fighters inbound." Said Piett. "Copy that." Said Riel Fury.
 
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EFM/PO2 Tarkin/Viper 1-3/Wing I/M/SSD Atrus/1VENF/VEN[BRC][BRC][SV][=A=][=MA=]

"The Viper Squadron won't stop until our 'Best is Better and our Better is Best.'" - Tarkin

Fallen eased out of the hangar and was almost immediately buffeted by the amount of firepower outside. The three enemy wings were running heavy bombardment around Atrus's area. Fallen swooped and immeadieltely took on a series of fighters. He dived and made a strafting run. He took a turn and destroyed a couple of fighters. They were outnumbered. The odds were great .
 
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[Navy - Fallen] FM/WO2 Fallen/Aegis 3-3/1/mSSD Atrus/1ESF/VE/VEN/(=A=)
[Army - Raxen] ETRP/CPL Raxen/1SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE

'Long Live the Vast Empire. And my TIE Bomber.'

the space which held the battle laid the perfect cloud over the setting of a battle one which in someways most obslolete it held no importance to the whole empire regaining control of its lost conquest. But it meant everything to the pilots of the Vast Empire in a way; the pilots where doing the best and extending into their most extensive skills. it was win or ultimatly loose everything was on the scale and could be lost or gained. Flight 1 of Aegis Squadron flew around desperately trying to aviod enemy fire from the more advanced enemy fighters. "dammit!" Lonewolf growled out of his whole time as a pilot he was rarely pinned down he was one of the best pilots the whole navy had to offer and this was beggining to get annoying. LW took into his desperate tatical stratagy he dumped all of his craft energy into his engines to get the enemy off of his tail. It started working his tie fired of dramatically increasing his speed. He pulled up in a tight loop using his now over demanding speed against the enemy he poped up behind the interceptor and returned his energy levels to normal as he took dual laser shots at the intercptor to find it explode into a molten scrap of spinning debris. He checked his sensoresed and saw that his wingmen finally got their promblems taken care of. LoneWolf checked hsi craft stats as flight 1 flew towards the rest of Aegis which needed help. his tie substained earlier damage which reached 50% of his tie fighters hull rating. repairs only returned it to 80% with the short time they had and now he was already back dancing around 65% hull. LW flipped his comm to the artrus. "Artrus, this is LoneWolf alot of us are not going to be able to use our fighters if this current rate of damage continues were going to need new craft soon, just so i know if the option is there do you have enough extra fighters for us to change if we need it later?" The pause form the mSSD was poisoned by the sounds and chatter of pilots from the intense battle. "Aegis two," the Artrus responded, "were not sure; the Artrus itself only has a small handful of extra fighters well ask the Devastator and the other support craft if they might."  "Thanx Artrus give me a response when you find out Aegis 2 out!" LoneWolf didnt like the sound of that at all, he order flight 1 to form up as they came around firering range of more enemys. This time they could help Flight 2 with some of its promblems. "Sk8, I guess flight 1 WILL be able to help you now." LoneWolf said to his friend. Sk8guy came back, "good to here that now lets get to work!"
 
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PO1 LoneWolf /Aegis 1-2 (Aegis Two)/mSSD Atrus/VEN/VE/(=JCPA=)

"Aegis Squadron we dont need to improve because were already the BEST!"

"Creativity is not a gift but a disease it will infect more people it is presented to."
-PO1 LoneWolf

Inside Riel was furious.  The rebel, Admiral Drayson, was "interrogating" them over a cup of hot tea and some weird food a droid served.  "Admiral," Riel began," I know that this is for security reasons, but we really have business to attend to elsewhere.  Is there any way we can leave now?" Admiral Drayson gave Riel yet another one of those "father-like" looks.  "You know, I was once just like you."  Riel embraced the force.  Somehow, he doubted Drayson was anything like Riel.  "I remember this one time....." Suddenly, a message came over the comlink in Drayson's pocket.  "Sorry, it appears that I have other matters to attend to, as well.  You are excused.  Do you need escorts?" Riel and PJ both emphatically shook their heads.  With that they were released from the "Intelligence" wing and free to roam around a bit more.  They ended up in the main hall again.  "I say we wait here for twenty minutes then head to the landing pad," Riel said. "Sounds like a good idea.  Don't want to get in any more trouble." They stood there among the line of odd tree saplings, which gave Riel a very uneasy feeling, waiting.  A rather tall young man with blue eyes and a black suit came up to them.  "Hi, I'm a former military man of the New Republic," the young man said.  At his belt there was a long silver cylinder, which Riel recognized immediately.  A lightsaber.  "I heard about your 'interrogation' earlier, and on behalf of Drayson, I'd like to apologize.  He just gets like that sometimes." Riel couldn't help himself.  He opened up to the source and prepared for Luke's strike.  It was, in fact, Luke Skywalker.  Jedi Knight, Rebel leader, Rogue Squadron pilot.  All of the thing Riel knew went right out the window.  He looked at Skywalker with fear in his heart.  He killed the Emperor and Darth Vader. Luke could tell that Riel was uneasy.  "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself," he said.  "I'm Luke Skywalker." PJ's eyes widened as well.  While Luke was giving them a little Rebellion hospitality, a rather scruffy looking man showed up with a low-slung blaster holster.  "C'mon kid, we've got some business to take care of.  There is a distress message from somewhere that appears to be the Unknown Regions." Riel recognized the man as Han Solo.  The bounty on these two were so high, that Riel could retire and live happily for a millenia.  "Well, hate to cut this conversation short, but we have a shuttle to catch." As if in response to that, Riel's comlink pinged.  It was 42.  "Good day sirs."  Riel glanced at PJ and walked out of the Imperial Center...   ----------------------- 2nd Lieutenant Riel Fury Squadron Commander Aegis Squadron Gold Recruitment Commendation Wing Commander Wing One Victory Cross w/ Silver Trim VE Pothead and Reborn Pimp

Riel sighed as they exited the Imperial Palace and headed for docking platform 327. He was surprised Skywalker hadn't picked him out as being a Dark Apprentice and taken him into the brig. Perhaps the Jedi Knight was distracted with other thoughts . . . or maybe Riel was not yet strong enough in the Force to merit any sort of warning to the Jedi. If that was the case, Riel felt disappointed. He would need to redouble his training efforts once they returned home and got off this scum-infested planet. "Where do you think Darkhawk got to?" PJ asked as they got onboard a shuttle that would take them to the platfrom where Forty-Two and Mrrr waited in the Oberon.            "I don't know," Riel replied, "but I get the feeling he's all right. He should be able to take care of himself." PJ gave Riel a sideways glance. "You really think he'll be able to get off the planet all right himself? Maybe we should notify one of our agents here on Coruscant to be on the lookout for him." "This planet has 100 billion people on it. What are the odds of them finding him before he either gets away or gets himself killed?" Riel questioned. "What are the odds of us meeting up with Drayson, Skywalker, and Solo all in the same day?" PJ countered. "Touché, sir." The shuttle stopped and the two men stepped off onto the platform. There was the Oberon; it appeared to be in the same condition as when Riel had left it a couple of days earlier. He punched in the access number and he and the admiral walked into the shuttle. Forty-two was there to greet them with two glasses of corellian whiskey. "Any trouble getting off the Mon Kerra and getting down to the planet?" Riel asked the protocol droid. "No, sir. The codes Darkhawk and Mrrr sliced worked very well. And I was able to match my voice to one of the lieutenants on the ships, so they thought I was him going down to the planet for some R&R." "Good job, Forty-Two." Riel answered, making his way to the cockpit. PJ was already there in the pilot's chair, getting ready for take-off. "Mind if I fly this baby?" PJ asked. "Go right ahead, sir. You probably know more about piloting an escort shuttle than I do," Riel replied, laughing. "We'll just have to wait and find out, huh?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Darkhawk followed the black LOM droid deeper and deeper into the innards of the Imperial Palace. By now they had to be somewhere near the exact center of the palace. The pilot kept his hand close to his rifle as they meandered throughout winding passagways. This could all be some kind of Rebel trap. Finally, after nearly fifteen minutes of walking, the droid stopped and turned to Darkhawk outside of a large doorway with two Imperial crests on it and another symbol that Darkhawk didn't quite recognize. "I apologize for the incovenience, Master Gray, but ever since the other the trainees left the palace, the turbolifts have been inoperational. Please follow me into the data chamber . . . there is a datacard waiting for you here." Darkhawk nodded and entered the room, not sure of what was going on. He found himself in a small chamber covered wall to wall with computer databases and even some bookshelves. In the far back of the room was a large display case. The LOM droid was in the middle of the room, standing next to the only table it held. "Here is the data card, sir. I'm afraid the rest of your belongings were either lost or sent to Byss." The droid handed a small, encrypted datacard to the pilot. Darkhawk strained to say something as he put the card in his jacket. "What is your name again?" he asked the droid. "You don't remember me? It is I, 3-LOMd." The droids glowing eyes seemed to blink at Darkhawk. "Are you feeling well, master? You don't look so well." Darkhawk shook his head. "No, actually, I'm a little confused. Where am I?" The droid blinked again. "Why, you are in the Dark Academy. Where the late Emperor Palpatine's adepts came to train. Do you not remember all the time you spent here?" Darkhawk fell back onto one of the large computers behind him and put a hand up to his head. This was all so wrong - this droid had to have mistaken him for someone else. "Three-lom-dee, when was I last here?" The droid paused for a moment, obviously searching its memory banks. "The last time I remember seeing you was seven weeks after the Battle of Endor. Just before you left with Grand Admiral Thrawn to go on a mission to the Unknown Regions. How did that go, anyhow?" "Uhhh, okay, I guess. . ." Darkhawk answered. He had no idea what the protocol droid was talking about. Who was Grand Admiral Thrawn? Darkhawk couldn't remember that name ever being mentioned before. And yet something told him he knew the man. "Well, that is good. I do regret that the two of you were here a while ago. From what I can tell, I believe the planet was taken by the Rebels. The palace, too. It's really a shame; but I suppose that's what happens when Ysanne Isard gets left in charge." Darkhawk's head was reeling. He was trying to remember some of what the droid was telling him, but it was like an entire section of his memory was erased. "You mentioned something about Byss . . . did the other trainees go there?" "Well, of course they did. They went to be with-" Suddenly, the droid stopped talking. It paused, cocking its head to the side. It almost appeared as if someone was changing the droids programming from long-range. "With who?" Darkhawk questioned. The droid was silent a moment longer. Then, it returned to its normal state. "I'm sorry, Master Gray. It appears I have made a great error in bringing you here." "What?" "I have just been informed that you no longer hold the authority to access these levels. I am going to have to ask you to return that data card to me and exit back into the main levels of the palace." "What? Who told you that? Who is on Byss that Dark Jedi would want to go there?" "I have asked you to return that data card and leave," the droid repeated. "Answer me!" Darkhawk shouted. "You no longer hold the authority to give me orders," the droid said. Darkhawk pulled out his blaster carbine and pointed square at the droid's face. "Does this give me any authority?" The LOM droid paused a moment. "No . . .but it does merit a security precaution." With that, the droid emitted an awkward, high-pitched noise that made Darkhawk drop his rifle and cover his ears for a moment. Out in the hallway, Darkhawk heard a door open and something began to move. "Please don't make this any harder than it has to be. Just give me the data card and leave," 3-LOMd repeated again. Darkhawk turned his back on the droid and ran out into the passageway. He would have loved to stay here and explore this academy more, for weeks if he could, but it appeared as if his time had run out. Now if only he could find his way out before whoever it was he had heard found him . . . But it was too late. At that very moment, two Dark Troopers appeared in front of Darkhawk with guns drawn. He had never seen one before (or had he?) but he knew what they were. Automated killing machines. He fired off a couple of shots, but his blasts just deflected off their armor. "I wouldn't have done that," one of the droids said. Then both of them began to fire at the Imperial. Darkhawk leapt into the room on his other side, across from the data room. It was a turbolift station, one of the ones the LOM droid had mentioned earlier. But he had said they didn't work . . . Darkhawk shrugged and entered the lift. He pressed the "Entrance" button, but nothing happened. Shots rang out nearby - he figured he better do something fast. Quickly, he shot a hole in the ceiling of the lift and climbed up into the tunnel that the lift used. It might take a while, but it was his only option. Slowly, he began to climb up the shaft, hoping he would find his way out before those Dark Troopers found him.

OOC: Sorry, that last post was to be made under this nick, but I forgot to switch nicks.
 
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EFM/PO2 Tarkin/Viper 1-3/Wing I/M/SSD Atrus/1VENF/VEN[BRC][BRC][SV][=A=][=MA=]

"The Viper Squadron won't stop until our 'Best is Better and our Better is Best.'" - Tarkin

(OOC: Hey dont make me post after myself here or something bad might happen. :hint: :hint: :wink: wink: get posts up here ppl!)
 
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PO1 LoneWolf /Aegis 1-2 (Aegis Two)/mSSD Atrus/VEN/VE/(=JCPA=)

"Aegis Squadron we dont need to improve because were already the BEST!"

"Creativity is not a gift but a disease it will infect more people it is presented to."
-PO1 LoneWolf

Flights 1 & 2 of Aegis faired as best as they could to take out the enemy bombers though they were simply bombers they were dificult ones the flights were able to take down all of the tie bombers but their were still most of the skips left. "ok be carefull we dont want to be disabled by thier ions" Lonewolf warned. The ties dodged the fire from behind and danced around the space above the Artrus thier were only a few more hundred meters away from the shield generators, sundenly LoneWolfs missile warnings went off. "Oh Sh--!" porton torpedoes fired off towards the genorators."Aegis shoot them down now! Ill go after the torps!" LoneWolf leveled behind the faster torps and quickly opened fire green bolts lanced forward and carefully disabled the torps one by one. LW carefully took out the majority of the torps then realised he was about to collide to the bridge of the SSD. He quickly pulled up and barely dodged the bridge. "musta woke the bridge up there!" LoneWolf said to  himself. He saw about 4 torps hit the shield generator, each hit stung LoneWolf like a hyrdospanner being wrongly pressed to his skin. though the torps didnt complete their mission the generator was still there but weakened by the blast. "Well need to hurry up and win this battle! Aegis if we dont hurry the Artrus could be destroyed!"
 
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PO1 LoneWolf /Aegis 1-2 (Aegis Two)/mSSD Atrus/VEN/VE/(=JCPA=)

"Aegis Squadron we dont need to improve because were already the BEST!"

"Creativity is not a gift but a disease it will infect more people it is presented to."
-PO1 LoneWolf

Fallen aimed at the bridge and let go his torpedos with a war cry at the same time with Kain and Rukh. Jmac held back to keep cover. He watched the torpedos sped towards the doomed ship. Its entire deck was on fire. Miniature explosions was exploding over the entire ship. Slowly it started spining ... and careened into another ship belonging to its bunch. The two ships exploded in a bright ball of flame. 'YEEHA!' Fallen yelled over the intercom. ' TWO DOWN!' 'Great jobs guys. Let's take out some fighters in the area.' 'Uh huh.' Suddenly, Darkhawk yelled over the intercom. 'Flight 3, get over here immediately. Some fighters are doing a bombing run on the Atrus!' Fallen swore in his native language that wasnt worth the effort to be repeated. He swung his fighter in line with Kain's and sped towards the Atrus, hoping that it could hold off long enough til they come. He saw that it was pretty serious. The enemy fighters had released heavy-powered missileboats. Taking it out on the nearest missileboat, Fallen pumped ion blast bolts at it until the system was also screaming due to over-intensity. Scanning it, he saw that most of the shields are down. A missile from Kain finished the job, and Fallen saw the boat went 'sinking' with a satisfying grin. Flight 2 was kept busy trying to stop the missiles fired by the missileboats from reaching Atrus. Flight 1 was keeping the enemy fighters at bay. Aegis is doing fantastically.
 
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[Navy - Fallen] FM/WO2 Fallen/Aegis 3-3/1/mSSD Atrus/1ESF/VE/VEN/(=A=)
[Army - Raxen] ETRP/CPL Raxen/1SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE

'Long Live the Vast Empire. And my TIE Bomber.'

Flight 3 veered through the missileboats, trying to knock their firing systems out of place. Fallen counted. There was a flight of them and they were specially equipped with heavy missiles. After radioing this to Kain, Kain replied, 'Okay, I see. Flight 3, knock out their guns! Destroy the launchers and disable them first.' ' Right away, Kain. Let's blast 'em outta the space!' Fallen hear Rukh screaming at the top of his voice as he got a missileboat at the butt. 'YEEHAA! THAT'S THE WAY! NOW YOU ARE DONE FOR, YOU TOTAL ...' 'Rukh!' 'Okay okay. ' Fallen flew his fighter in between the missileboats and aimed for their rear. It was not as well protected as the front. Three excellent shots should finish these missileboats off. He pointed it out to Kain, who radioed an order for Flight 3 to concentrate their bombardment on each individual ship before going to next one so that they could concentrate their efforts. Before long, Flight 3 triumphically shot down a missileboat. The missileboat errupted in flames. 'THAT'S THE WAY! C'MON, BLOW 'EM UP FAST! It's hard to hold all their missiles, the rate they are raining on us.' Sk8guy yelled over the intercom. 'Yeah! Let's finish them off!' By the end of 15 minutes, Flight 3 managed to destroy half the number of missileboats. 'Hehe. These guys gotta watch their butt!'
 
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[Navy - Fallen] FM/WO2 Fallen/Aegis 3-3/1/mSSD Atrus/1ESF/VE/VEN/(=A=)(=MA=)
[Army - Raxen] ETRP/CPL Raxen/1SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE

'Long Live the Vast Empire. And my TIE Bomber.'

(OOC: no offense and i know ive been rushing ppl but think we should end this soon this battle is really just starting to whimper) LoneWolf level to the back of a missile that got through then took it our of the vacumm before it hit the Artrus. so far the two ships were about two thirds past each other and had taken great damage. But it was the Artrus witch was winning barely. LoneWofl looked at his instruments and found the artrus at a all timelow of 33% shields, the other SSD was at 21%. The two super powers were at a fierce cometition. one, the enemy, as being the warhead while the artrus was being the vibroblade. "We have this in the bag People just hold out a little more!" LoneWolf yelled, "Theres only bombers left take 'em out!" another missile screeched straight by LoneWolf he turned around to intercept and quickly shot it out.
 
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PO1 LoneWolf /Aegis 1-2 (Aegis Two)/mSSD Atrus/VEN/VE/(=JCPA=)

"Aegis Squadron we dont need to improve because were already the BEST!"

"Creativity is not a gift but a disease it will infect more people it is presented to."
-PO1 LoneWolf