this is the first suggestions for you. dont start or continue your personal story unless there are no other group story in progress. If there is a navy or Squadron story going on, please make those stories as your priority.
 
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-(William the Conquerer)-
We are still here because we conquered our enemies, and we will do it again!
FL/PO2 Willtconq/Kaph 5/Wing I/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) [VC:B]

Calm down guys, I told Darius to start posting on the story long ago, but he's hellbent on getting this done so that he can go into the story, and if he's here, I'm willing to accept that.  Then he can get his priorities straight and join us in the story.  So, as far as I'm concerned, its okay.  If there are any higher-ups that have a serious problem with him getting his personal story out of the way, lemme know...
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

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

Hopefully he comes back around after spring break, we need the activity.
 
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Jaden Khaar
Vast Empire Navy
Leader of Nazgul Flight 3

FL/SCRW Jaden/Nazgul 9/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/VEN/VE (=A=) [VC:B]

(Here goes nothing)

This is occurring 5 months after the destruction of the first Death Star.

    A Star Destroyed and two escorting Lancer frigates came out of hyperspace.  They approached a small backwater planet in the outer rim.

    Captain Scipio stared out of the bridge view port.  This was the last stand for this group of rebels.  He had been chasing this single man for more that 4 months.  Not yet has he even captured one of the mercenaries working under Cyrus Pursius (last name pronounced per see us).  He was the most challenging, slippery character he ever knew.  He came on one occasion where his personnel assault ship was practically in the hangar bay and Cyrus managed to destroy a flight of TIEs and every crewman in the bay.  Every time, he managed to escape.
   
    For five solid minutes, all Scipio did was stare at the planet where the base had been located.  His cold gaze locked and in his mind, he launched the perfect attack that could not be defeated.  He was determined to take this nuisance and watch him suffer in the spice mines of Kessel.

              The communication officer approached him, "Sir, you have an urgent incoming from Lord Vader."
   
    "Vader, are you sure?" questioned Scipio.
   
    "Yes Captain, I talk to him personally."  That explain why the officer was pale and drenched in sweat.
   
    "I'll take this in my private quarters."

    "Yes sir."  The officer saluted, took a deep breath, and left.  Scipio turned sharply on his heel and proceeded to leave the bridge.  He briskly walked to his quarters.  Vader isn't very patient.

    Entering the room, he immediately kneeled on the holo transceiver.  The figure of Vader ominously appeared.  "Lord Vader, what a pleas--"

    "Captain Scipio," Vader said in a deep, dark voice.  "Do not accept failure.  As of now I'm am taking command of this operation."  Another Star Destroyer came out of hyperspace.  "Not only have you failed to capture this small rebellion, but they are now alerted of your presence and have scrambled planetary snub fighters.  You are being relieved of your duty permanently."
   
    "Lord Vader, pl--!" he immediately lost control of all muscles.  As if he had a Trandoshan constrictor wrapped around his chest, he slow suffocated.  Every breath he took, the invisible snake squeezed tighter.  Slowly and painfully, he died at the hands of the malicious Sith Lord.
   
    The body was immediately taken away and Commander Nevtia entered the quarters.  Vader stare locked on him as though he was next.  "Commander Nevtia," Vader began, "as of now, you are promoted to captain.  Don't fail."  The holo blipped out and Nevtia turned around and advanced to the bridge.

                              *    *    *

    On the small planet, in a dense forest, a single utility shed stood in a small meadow.  It was the only building in a 30-mile radius.  Looks can always be deceiving, considering the fact that the shed was the front entrance to an underground base led by Cyrus Pursius.  Inside the base lived nearly 750 superbly trained mercenaries.  They all had one thing in common, the hate for the Empire.
   
    Cyrus is a tall muscular man.  He is extremely intelligent and knows just about every military maneuver and tactic recorded in history.  Being a former employee of the Hutt crime cartel, he became very rich.  He was the lead security force for the protection and harboring of all spice within the organization.  He slowly and carefully began to launder money for the Hutts.  After collecting about 5 million credits over ten years of service, he was discovered.  He was sent into a trap after a successful delivery of spice.  The Imperials arrived and seized him.  Knowing that his scheme wouldn't last forever, his most loyal friend and business partner broke him out and they escaped.  He tried to live an honest life and settle down and start an family.  He found a wife and had a boy named Darius.  On a trip to Reytha with his son as the age of 8, his home was raided by mercenaries hired by the Hutts.  His wife and the friend who had rescued him were slaughtered a most gruesome death.  From then on, he vowed that he would seek revenge all who had betrayed him and hurt him in anyway.  When Darius was at the age of 10, Cyrus had successfully killed the 7 Hutts who had hired the mercenaries who destroyed his life.  When Darius was 16, he had successfully recruited 250 soldiers of 75 different races. 

            Darius became a warrior under his fathers training.  He had firing accuracy of 98%, knew 5 different forms of hand-to-hand combat, and knew how to lead an army.  At the age of 19, he and a small group of his father's mercenaries began to pirate Imperial vessels.  He never attacked anything that would attract much attention.  Only small, insignificant transports and carried food supplies, minor military supplies, clothing, and an occasional transport of armor or weapons.

              It was just barely a month after the first Death Star was blown that they began to receive attention.  4 and half months after that Vader became involved in the capture of Cyrus Pursius and his son.  This is their story.

(This is my little introduction.  Some of what I just wrote may seem to contradict how my character became part of the VE navy and Nazgul squadron.  It will all be explained in time.)

 
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Feed a womp rat a food ration, he'll want an energy stim.  Give him an energy stim, and he'll rip your throat out.

Very good, Jaden will be glad to see your around...
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

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

hey i already did my post a while ago but Darius that was very good its impressive
 
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y think ur all that and a bag of chips. well i am all that and a bag of skittles so taste the rainbow biatch

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FM/CRW DJ234/Nazgul 8/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=)

The two Star Destroyers and the accompanying Lancer Frigates had just entered orbit.  Captain Nevtia stood behind the pilot crew of his Star Destroyer.  "I have had direct orders for Lord Vader to remain stationary above this part of the planet.  He says that we are directly above them."

    "Yes sir!" they chimed obediently at once.

Nevtia made his way to the weapons master in the control pit.  "Officer, I require that you blast a small kilometer square out of the forest one kilometer east from the rebel base.  This will be the location of our ground base.  There is a storm approaching in the area so I want it done in five minutes."  He started the chrono on wrist.

Next, he made his way to his second-in-command deck officer.  "Send one of the Lancer frigates to trim anything the turbolasers miss from their first blast.  Also tell them to make a trench on the west brink of the camp.  I expect an attack.  Also launch three flights of TIE interceptors to take out the planetary snub fighters patrolling the area.  In thirty minutes, I want to be landing and starting to prepare for the attack.  If we're not on the ground by that time, it'll be somebody's head."

The deck officer gulped and replied, "yes sir!"

Nevtia expected speed and excellence all the time.  If he didn't get what he wanted, there was punishment.

*    *    *

Darius woke to the sound and vibrations of Imperial Star Destroyer turbolasers vaporizing the forest.  It was night on their part of the planet.  Darius leapt out of bed and put on his tunic and combat boots and fast as he could.  He made his way to his father's private quarters where he was able to view all that happened on the planet with 100 kilometers of the base.  He entered the room.

"Ah, son, you're a little slow today," Cyrus joked.

"The Imperials have arrived, so how long have they been in orbit?" questioned Darius.

"Five minutes, they're working quite fast.  Of course, I would to if I was working directly under Vader himself."

Darius was just biting into a breakfast ration and practically inhaled it.  He coughed it back up, "what, Vader, why is he here.  He should be chasing Luke Skyrunner, or whatever his name is."

"Son, I have something I need to tell you.  I've taught you everything I know about fighting and knowing who, what, where, when, why, and how to fight.  On my last pirate run, we ran into a little snag, so before I tell you this, sit down and stay down."  Darius complied and sat in his father's desk chair.  "Jex, me, and the crew of our Marauder class frigate attacked and sacked a medium sized Imperial cargo convoy.  We did a damned good job too, because it had quite of few TIE escorts.  Upon boarding, we noticed that the cargo from the scan readings didn't match what was in the cargo holds.  The first one we entered had a solitary deflector shield generator.  The problem was we discovered that it was designed to cover a five kilometer Star Destroyer.  We thought there had to have been an error but there wasn't.  Vader in building what is called a Super Star Destroyer.  We could just let him have it so we started to set charges on all the ships but before we could interlace all the detonation charges, we were stormed by three ISD's and five Lancer frigates.  They immediately sent a recon TIE and got an ID on all three of our ships."

"How could you be so un-professional!" Darius snapped before he realized what he had done.  He felt as if he had shrunk five sizes as his father tensed and stood up straight.

"How dare you speak to me in such a tone!  Do you realize what this means!  It's over.  No more of the small stuff, we're taking on the big guys.  We've been training on this for years, son.  This may the end, or it may be the beginning.  If you ever ta?"

Suddenly, an alarm went off and he grabbed his comlink.  "We've got TIE interceptors!" Jex said over the com.  Darius could hear the conversation clearly.  "The planetary fighters aren't going to last long against them.  Should I," there was a pause and a few small explosions, then one big one.  "Got you, you bas--, uh, anyway, do want pull back?"

"Yes," replied Cyrus, "we'll set up a little trap while were at it."

Jax answered, "Copy that, Jex out.  Take that bit?", the com cut out.

Cyrus turned and looked at his son, "we'll finish this later.  Go get cleaned up and ready."  He turned and exited the room.  Darius let out a breath and thank the stars for the interruption.

 
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Feed a womp rat a food ration, he'll want an energy stim.  Give him an energy stim, and he'll rip your throat out.

It's alrighty, you can edit them out.  It happens to the best of us.
 
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Jaden Khaar
Vast Empire Navy
Nazgul Squadron

FL/SCRW Jaden/Nazgul 9/Phoenix Wing/mSSD AtrusVEN/VE (=A=) [VC:B]

Nevtia was a cruel and malicious man.  Many of the people who knew him said the reason he never made rank of captain without the death of several captains above him was because of his severe cruelty.  He demanded perfection and victory, but what happened next told him he was dealing with a enemy not to be toiled with.

"Are you sure this is gonna work man?" questioned Jex.  He was in a planetary snubfighter, making his retreat back to the underground hangar.  "It just might encourage them to shoot us down.  There's about six of us left."

"It'll work, I know how they'll think," replied Cyrus.  "I'm giving the command."  Suddenly, several explosions erupted out of the forest canopy.  The remaining fighters were fives minutes from the protection of their base.  The only problem was TIE interceptors were faster.

The flight leader of the TIEs was as arrogant as the former Scipio.  He spoke to his flight member, "look at them run.  The are all cowards under the Empire's might.  Don't any of these betrayers escape shoot them down."  The rest of his flight began to accelerated but he didn't.  He wanted to watch the rebel fighters fall back the planet they came from, but quite the opposite happened.

A bright light flashed from the forest.  His wingman that flew ahead became a firey ball of gas and debris.  The first thing that popped in the leader's head was that that wasn't suppose to happened.  Another flash leapt for the tree tops and yet another of his comrades was blasted to oblivion.  One of his flight members spoke, "sir, we're receiving massive amounts of AA fire.  They set us in a trap.  We must retreat."

"Never!" screamed the leader.  "You will climb and nose dive those emplacements, you've got me!  From my readings, they can't shoot perpendicular.  Do it!!"

He and the rest of his TIEs climbed into the clouds of the planet.  The turned around picked their targets and dived, only to be met by SAM missles from the troops on the ground.  The leader rolled just in time to dodge one but the others met their untimely death.  The leader was the only one left and maneuvered out of his nose dive to return to base.  He was amazed and petrified of the enemy.  His flight squadron was gone, never to breathe ever again.  He climbed into the atmosphere and into space.

"Why 'ello luv," he heard over his com.  He glanced at his short range sensors to notice that he was being followed.  He turned and around and met his fate. 

There Jex was.  He was flying directly at the TIE, disobeying Cyrus' orders to retreat and prove a point to the Empire that they were messing with a well organized group of rampant mercenaries, bent on harming the Empire in any way possible. 

The flight leader linked his lasers and sent a burst at Jex.  He rolled out of the way, fully expecting the leader's first move.  He launch a short range torpedo, making sure the leader saw the explosion, blinding him for a few seconds, just enough for Jex to hitch a ride on his tale. 

The leader had no clue that he was messing with a pilot with the skill to match the best of the best.  Jex was playing with him.  He reduced his lasers to half power and sent a small blast into the engine, crippling the ship's forward momentum.  He climbed and dove upon his prey, shooting off one of the support pylons, taking one of the solar panels clean off.

*    *    *

A Lancer frigate sat in the distance and watch the small, slow planetary fighter toy with one of their top TIE interceptor pilots.  The commander of the ship had to turn away.  He could not bare watch the playful murder of the flight leader.  He didn't even bother a rescue mission.  He didn't know how many more fighters there were or the ability of the rebel pilots.  He sat and waited for the next orders from the flagship.

*    *    *

Jex hovered above the TIE and locked his missles.  He fired one and it was over.  He turned toward the planet and flew back the base.  He was the lead the first strike on the Imperial offensive.

 
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Feed a womp rat a food ration, he'll want an energy stim.  Give him an energy stim, and he'll rip your throat out.

Nevtia walked out of his quarters, soaked in sweat.  Lord Vader had left him in charge.  He had to tend other business.  Before the com cut off, Darth Vader had told Nevtia that he didn't want a reason to kill him.

Nevtia approached the communications officer, "tell the bay crew to send down our juggernaughts.  And, to prepare my shuttle, I'll be personally landing to tend to this dispute my self."

He walked away.  He was going to have a few words with the general.

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The shuttle landed, steam and exhaust escaped the landing jets as they slowed the descent to under a kph.  Ash and burned rubble blew from where the Lancer frigates had cleared the forest.

The ramp floated down and Nevtia hustled down the ramp, followed by his two personal guards.  A commando team slowly followed behind, carrying heavy equipment and ordnance. 

He found the prefab shelter that housed the generals living quarters and the communication equipment.  He practically kicked the door in and the 20 years Imperial veteran gave him a smile, "Ah, Admir--"

Nevtia would not listen.  He drew his blaster and fired, shattering the mans knee caps.  The general screamed in agony as his legs were almost blown out from under him. 

"Everybody out," Nevtia said.  "The general and I need to talk."  The followed the orders and left quickly, fearing for there own health.  His guards guarded the door.  Nobody would pass them alive.

"So, you let a bunch of gamorreans destroy 20 AT-STs.  General, they were Gamoreans.  Do you know how stupid they are?"

"Yes, Admiral, but---"

"But nothing," Nevtia cut him off.  He put his hand on his shoulder and forced him down.  Dirt was grounded into his knees and the general winced in pain.

"I won't fail you again," he struggled.  The general was now cough profusely.  He was losing blood.

"I know you won't General, I know."  He put the muzzle of the gun under his chin.  He fired the gun, blowing the teeth the top of skull.

"I know."
 
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Feed a womp rat a food ration, he'll want an energy stim. Give him an energy stim, and he'll rip your throat out.

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FM/CRW Darius Pursius/Nazgul 3-2/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=)